#also thanks for 100+ notes on last fridays post!!

[lynx-doodles-indie-games]

been playing modded scugs lately (after a year and some-odd months, geez) and what a pair of contrasting games

wanderer is from the newly-updated drought mod and wingcat is from the appropriately-named wingcat rising mod. the former feels like a mix of survivor (disorientation) and hunter (direction) in atmosphere, while the latter is like "weeeeeeeeeeee~! i'm gonna scale the wall in one cycle!"

can't wait to play more

[wasitforrevenge]

oh sweetheart pt. 2.5

pairing: boxer!ellie x f! jesses sister!reader

word count: 1.2k

rating: 18+ (smut will be coming in later parts)

warnings: dealer! boxer!ellie, weed, alcohol,

summary: ellie gets your phone number.

author notes: hi just something small for a filler, setting up for the next part, hoping to have it posted up friday the 1st! thank you for reading! pls reblog, comment, or like! i love the support, and thank you for over 1000 likes and 100 followers!! it’s a great feeling

italic = ellie and bold = reader

part 2.5 | part 3

series masterlist <3

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸

READ: this account stands with palestine, and so— i require everyone who interacts to educate themselves, and support/donate. READ THESE; 1 and 2, HELP HERE, BOYCOTT. silence is complicity, do not scroll past this.

DO NOT BUY THE REMASTER, TLOU2, TLOU1, OR ANY GAME FROM NAUGHTY DOG! neil druckmann (the creator) is a zionist. PLEASE READ THIS. AND REBLOG THIS.

its been a week and a half since you last saw her when she drove you home from the match in her old busted truck. thoughts of her plagued your mind all week. you wondered if she was working. you wondered if she was out with friends. you wondered if she was thinking about you. she is but you don’t know that. you’re not aware she’s thinking of you also. thinking of the way the smell of strawberries stained her car after you left. thinking of the way you said you like it when she calls you sweetheart.

both of you wonder when the next time you’ll see each other is.

its a wednesday afternoon, you’re currently sitting on the couch with dina. she’s the only friend you have down here so far and its not weird that she’s dating your brother. she has come over a bunch, helping you shop, getting little things for your apartment, watching movies and of course, getting high. which is exactly what you’re doing right now. you both sat on your old lumpy couch and watched the iron man series that you had on dvd, not paying to much attention to the tv, but rather your conversion.

“so no luck still? you should just come work with me at the farm, i mean i love it- the horse shit not so much.” dina exclaimed.

“yeah its like no one is hiring, i may have to take you up on that, i still wanna keep looking though, maybe something will come along.” you told her.

“yeah avoid horse shit as long as you can, something will come along don’t worry!” she said trying to make you feel better knowing you’re stressed. but at the end of the day, you need something to fill your time besides thinking of the boxer that drove you home.

you guys just sat and talked then eventually as the credits rolled for the last movie, you got up and started to clean up the mess from the pizza you ordered earlier. after you went to the kitchen and put the plates in the sink, you grabbed the bottle of wine and two glasses and made your way back to dina still in the living room. you hold it up to her and with the look on her face, you knew she was thinking the same thing.

by the third bottle, it was 10pm and you’ve run out of weed and not much wine left but you both are feeling great, laughing and giggling like kids. its nice to have a friend you thought.

“what are you doing friday night?” she questioned.

you responded to her, “probably exactly what im doing right now” you both laughed.

“well there’s another match this weekend, me and jesse are going if you want to come along again, ellie will be there too.” she replied. you couldn’t hide the smile on your face when she said her name.

“woah! what’s with the smiling and the blushing…” she joked asking. you didn’t tell either of them what happened that night at the first match. from outside or inside, they assumed you both got an uber and you didn’t tell them any differently.

“nothing, i just thought she was nice thats all.” you said trying not make any signs of anything more.

“oh she is!,” dina started, “well maybe not at first but once you get to know her, we’ve been friends for years now,” she laughed and kept going, “she fights at the gym sometimes, but she works there too, its a good hang out space plus cheap drinks. plus she’s bringing us the restock.” she finished as she picked up her weed jar.

“oh you get it from her?” you inquired, thinking back to the faint smell of weed in her car when she drove you home.

“yeah she’s got good stuff and nice deals, ugh its great, always easier to get it from someone you know,” she ended. you thought about asking her if you could tell her to get you some to and for some other non-obvious reason but she beat you to it.

“ill send her your number and she’ll text you.” she said to you as she pulled out her phone and sent a message. a few moments later, her phone rang and she answered, it was jesse waiting outside for her so she gave you a hug and grabbed her stuff and you walked her to the door.

you locked it before you turned around to sit back down on the couch, grabbed the wine glass and poured the last bit in your cup, you were still drunk and definitely feeling it. you heard your phone buzz and you picked it up, answering the call, not paying attention, thinking it was dina but the voice surprised you.

hey sweetheart

you didn’t expect her to call so soon, you haven’t even given yourself a moment to think about what to say beforehand. you weren’t prepared for this. you feel yourself getting nervous over the girl you only met last week but you just cant help it. she’s been on your mind since you met her.

hi ellie

dina sent me your number i hope that’s okay

yes she said she was going to

well in that case, she said you needed to buy

yeah we managed to smoke up all her stash and i haven’t gotten any since i moved here, probably cause i didn’t know where to get it

well no worries, i’ve got everything you need sweetheart.

thank you ellie, you said smiling but she couldn’t see you through the phone, you wondered what she’d think if she saw how red your face was right now.

you can call me el sweetheart, no need to be so formal.

she laughed through the phone, and then asked if you were coming to the gym on friday with your brother and dina.

they invited me but i hadn’t thought about it yet, not wanting to sound too eager about the potential thought of seeing her on friday.

mhm- well you should, we’re just gonna have some drinks and chill so nothing crazy. but i will have the weed for you then if that peaks your interest.

bribing me with drugs?, you laugh into the phone and she laughs with you.

if that’s how you want to put it sweetheart, sure

you smiled into the phone, not even sure how to respond to that before becoming flustered, before you continued,

i guess we’ll just have to wait and see then…

yeah i guess we will… goodnight sweetheart.

that was the last thing she said before she hung up and you sat staring back at a black screen. thinking that now she has your number and you have hers.

it’s almost 11 now as you brush your teeth, throw on a t shirt and cuddle up in bed. falling asleep to the thoughts of how friday was going to go when you finally saw her again.

[hottubmagazine]

Falling for You

Lloyd Garmadon x Reader

NOTE: Here's part 3. It's only been a day since my last post, but I'm testing my creative liberty here and also this has been in my drafts for a short while so I'm just deciding to post it. Enjoy <33

Warning(s): slight cursing, slight cringe (I'm just proof-reading this right now and I'm internally screaming at myself)

Previously: Part 2

Next: Part 4

Part 3 Of Part???

It had been a long day, various assignments needed to be done, 3 essays all due within a week, and 2 presentations needed to be sent out by the end of Friday. Dispite the need to relax, somehow guilt always won over.

"Ugh! This sucks!" (Y/N) exclaims dropping her bag down on the ground and throwing herself on the couch cushions. A few moment of silence gives her the right amount of thought process to gather herself back up and change out of her outdoor clothes.

Once done, she exits the bathroom and is surprised by the sight of the well-known green ninja up on the balcony holding a few bags of takeout, and another one presumably filled with dessert.

"Lloyd, what are you doing here? I thought your patrol ended hours ago." (Y/N) comments triedly making her way to the blonde-headed male slipping her arms around his torso in a much-needed hug.

"I did, but a little birdie told me you were stressed out from school so I came to hopefully make everything a little less sh*tty." Lloyd adds kissing her forehead. He enters the kitchen and takes out the food from the bag.

"You really didn't have to, you know?" The girl smiles widely as she sat herself down on the kitchen counter. Lloyd continues to re-heat the food and place them on seprate containers along side with utensils.

"I wanted too. Besides, it's my job as your BOYFRIEND to make sure your mental, emotional, and physical health is at 100% capacity. Otherwise we're gonna have a problem—" Lloyd says in a serious-joking tone earning a wide smile from his girlfriend.

"Since when did you become so knowledgeable about these sorts of stuff, last time I checked you weren't in any relationships before me." She points out, jokingly pointing a finger at him. He gasps in return as he grabs a glass of water fro both of them.

"Are you accusing me of something?" His eyebrows raise placing a hand over his chest. (Y/N) gigles in return, playing along wtih her boyfriends little play.

"And what if I am? Now that you mention it, you were pretty friendly with that sweet old lady back at the flower shop. Now why was that?" She comments, her smile failing to be kept hidden as her cheeks redden.

Lloyd grins and circles the kitchen counter to stand infront of her, trapping her between his arms.

"Now now, let's not be hasty. Who's to say that the lovely lady hadn't lured me in with her abundance set of well maintained flowers." Lloyd replies placing a strand of hair behind her ears. He rests his palm against her nape and pulls her head to rest on his shoulder.

"But— in anycase I was given all the worlds riches, or power, all to not have you by my side. I'd be considered the worlds saddest man." Lloyd says, (Y/N) furrows her brows in confusion not getting what he meant.

"What do you mean by that?" She asks further wanting an explination.

"Meaning, no matter how rich or powerful I become. Nothing would cost just as much as having you by my side." Lloyd better emphasises.

(Y/N) flicks his forehead gently "Your so sappy, you know that right?" She exclaims and removing herself between the man and the counter to go and get her food.

"Hey! I poured my heart out to you, and this is the thanks I get?" Lloyd pouts defeatedly as he follows her retreating figure in the living room like a kicked puppy.

"Alright, you big oaf." The girl opens up her arms and brings the male into a hug, earning a soft sigh in return causing her to brigthen up.

She may not know this, but if anything were to happen to her, Lloyd would bring hell upon anyone who caused her pain. Even to himself.

[khunyuki]

June 17-22 UPDATES!!!

This is my schedule for next week! Hope you look forward to it! Also, I'll be posting two stories per day next week to which I opened 5 requests to be submitted. (x reader or x Kagami is allowed/can also be requests for other stories) First come first serve basis only. You can request for it on 'How was my stories?'. I will be editing this once requests are completed, if not then I'll replace it with some side stories or what ifs or a different story! Open only until June 16!

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

"I've lived my life with blade and you always in my mind"

Note/s: In celebration of Jealous Soshiro, I present to you Unrequited Feelings by Narumi Gen! Poor Gen being surrounded by the flirty duo the whole week😂

June 17 (Monday)

ᴏᴄ: 𝚄𝚣𝚞𝚒 𝙺𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚒

Synopsis: This is information about the protagonist of my story! If you wish to know more about Kagami, feel free to read this post!

ꜱɪᴅᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ: 𝚍. 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙸'𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚑𝚞𝚑

Synopsis: Narumi Gen initially thought that Uzui Kagami was pathetic with her self-depreciating thoughts and how she let people run their mouths. He hates how he lets himself be dragged around by her cuz it's comfortable, especially that sweet smile that makes her look unbothered when it was, in fact, the opposite. He also hates how she's the fiancee of his rival when she should've been... his.

Pairing/s: Unrequited!Narumi Gen x OC

Genre: Angst

June 18 (Tuesday)

ᴍᴀɪɴ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ: 3. 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎?

Synopsis: Hoshina Soshiro has always been gentle with Uzui Kagami but after a passionate night where pent up feelings were released (both emotional and physical), his treatment of her has never been better.

Pairing/s: Hoshina Soshiro x Fiancee!OC

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Aftercare

ʀᴇqᴜᴇꜱᴛ: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚠ife 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢?

Synopsis: Kafka was so used to calling Kagami as Platoon Leader Hoshina that he was confused when she ran away after mentioning that in front of his Vice Captain. Part 2 of this post.

Pairing/s: Hoshina Soshiro x Fiancee!OC

Genre: NSFW

June 19 (Wednesday)

ꜱɪᴅᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ: 𝚎. 𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎

Synopsis: Uzui Kagami and Hoshina Soshiro reminisces about their past. It just made them remember just what they love about each other.

Genre: Fluff

Note/s: This post is in celebration for 100 notes in side story a! Which is my very first story in this platform so thank youuu😚 This post shows just what else happens during their younger days just like puppy love/ innocent love 💕

🆁︎🅴︎🆀︎🆄︎🅴︎🆂︎🆃︎ 🅾︎🅿︎🅴︎🅽︎

June 20 (Thursday)

ꜱɪᴅᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ: 𝚏. 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

Synopsis: When younger Hoshina Soshiro realized what exactly puberty does to a boy leading to him having dreams about his fiancee every night, feeling extremely guilty when he sees her the next day.

Genre: Mild Smut, Wet Dreams

🆁︎🅴︎🆀︎🆄︎🅴︎🆂︎🆃︎ 🅾︎🅿︎🅴︎🅽︎

June 21 (Friday)

This is NOT A Game!!!

Note/s: This has been in my drafts for a long time but it's hard to make it like a game so I'll update it every week! The prologue was supposed to be posted this week not last week though😭 That's why I had to compensate.

🅒︎🅗︎🅐︎🅟︎🅣︎🅔︎🅡︎ 🅞︎🅝︎🅔︎: 🄷🄾🅆 ����🄸🄳 🄸 🄶🄴🅃 🄷🄴🅁🄴 ?

Synopsis: You, who suddenly appeared in a middle of a blizzard, recollected the memory of how you got there in the first place. The thing is how you could explain that to the people who saved you, the family of the person who looked exactly like the main protagonist, Kamado Tanjiro!

Pairing/s: Kimetsu no Yaiba x reader

Genre: Mystery, Thriller, Game, Action, Isekai

🆁︎🅴︎🆀︎🆄︎🅴︎🆂︎🆃︎ 🅾︎🅿︎🅴︎🅽︎

June 22 (Saturday)

🆁︎🅴︎🆀︎🆄︎🅴︎🆂︎🆃︎ 🅾︎🅿︎🅴︎🅽︎

🆁︎🅴︎🆀︎🆄︎🅴︎🆂︎🆃︎ 🅾︎🅿︎🅴︎🅽︎

[the-s1lly-corner]

Fluff Headcannons for Jason Voorhees

because it just so happens to be a 13th on a friday- to clear things up before i get started, im unfortunately not taking requests for slashers TToTT at least not yet, i might if my rot comes back though side note jason was such a comfort character last year i kinda miss him but im not quite ready to part with my current hyperfixiation heres to hoping writing this doesnt end that rot short

torn between giving him a soft n sweet partner and a partner whos tough and independent (but still loving, of course); because i can truly see him being interested in both. perhaps a caring s/o who can take the initiative is what would work for him. maybe thats because i read so many fics/hcs where jason in a domestic setting is like. trying to be a soft stereotypical house husband though

which he totally would be imo, like sure he's not perfect but you can tell his intentions when hes insisting to clean up the cabin for you

if this is before zombie jason he is so so so fucking warm, best cuddle buddy; post zombie hes cold, though :(

speaking of cuddling hes a cuddle bug, and generally craves loads of physical and verbal affection. now will he outwardly ask? not in the beginning i think, far too shy about it and he doesnt know the best way to ask thanks to his inexperience

"oooooh what if you hold his face and give it kisses" i think, but in the beginning i dont think he would even let you anywhere near his face; and if you're short enough, no where near his head. if this is something you want to do youre going to have to be slow, steady, and reassuring with him. its likely you wont even see his face for years after the relationship is begun unless an accident happens and his mask slips and/or breaks

only knows how to make basic bare bones meals but if you were to teach him and have a means to getting ingredients he's going to be soaking up that information and hes going to be like an eager puppy when you offer to teach him

cooking with your partner and enjoying each others presence >>>>

now lets spoil this man for a minute, since its kinda his day. he keeps a hold on literally every single gift you give him. if its something he can wear he wears it like a badge of honor. if its an object he will make sure its in tip top condition while also being used so its not forgotten.

this may be a little self projection though, but i think he would also be wary of gifts too; not because he doesnt appreciate them. he does. just too much, scared that he's going to lose or break the gift

please give him reassurance that you don't mind otherwise hes going to silently brew over it while holding something as basic as a flower you handed him

flowers

get this man flowers

i always read about jason giving the reader flowers, which i 100% he would do, but can we spoil this man too! i think he would like daises and sunflowers

but maybe thats because when i think those flowers i think nature idk

give this man a dandelion RIGHT NOW!!! let him experience the childhood that was stolen from him

this was originally gonna be longer but its like 8am and i need to do things this morning and im too stubborn to save drafts/i know ill forget to finish this but happy friday the 13th

[wildlife4life]

Fuck-it Friday

Tagged several times before I even woke up! Haha. But thank you to these lovelies for the tags. @prince-buck-diaz, @bekkachaos, @thewolvesof1998, @heartbeatdiaz, @ebdaydreamer, and @transbuck

I think we all know what I'm about to drop, but also with the fun surprise of a fake instagram post! I'm getting nifty! So here it is, another snippet of NFL Buck and Firefighter Eddie secret relationship.

Chimney wasn’t trying to stalk Eddie on social media because it’s kind hard to when that person’s internet presence is almost non-existent. His twitter was practically tweet free, just retweets, mostly from WeRateDogs.  His Facebook profile was just about the same, with the most recent original post being about moving to Los Angeles. Instagram was a dead end, private and Eddie had yet to accept his follower request.

How the hell was Chimney supposed to find out anything about this mysterious boyfriend of Eddie’s? All he knew was that he made good money, had a sister, and worked out at some fancy gym. He needed to know more!

Chimney was just about to give up, then two weeks after the request, Eddie finally accepted.  The paramedic went on the deepest dive he could, clicking through post after post, noting most of his page were pictures of Christopher, a couple of group shots with his Houston firehouse, a handful of photos with who Chimney assumed were members of his family, including the once mentioned sisters, and a single picture of Eddie with two other paramedics in front of an ambulance for Austin, Texas.

It was the second to last picture though, that finally gave Chimney a lead.   

The photo was almost artistic in a sense, with the Longhorn’s stadium at field level, lit up by the lights with a beautiful Texas sunset in the background. It had 10 likes, and two comments.  One from his former paramedic captain Tommy Vega and the other, a single emoji from an account Chimney saw had liked every photo Eddie had posted. Buck4life.

The page was private, with a profile picture of a beautiful dog with a black coat, which looked a little familiar.  He had 10 followers but followed 100 plus.  Another dead end.

He clicks on tommy_vega_126, digs a bit there, and finds that she follows and is followed by Buck4life.  So, Eddie’s previous captain knows this ‘Buck’, who is most likely the mysterious boyfriend. Because who else besides family would like every photo and family doesn’t leave a cryptic, yet loving emoji on a photo that is reflecting on emotional beginnings.

Chimney’s conclusion: Buck4life was the boyfriend and they met during Eddie’s time working the Longhorn games. That boyfriend has a dog, which meant Eddie has a dog, and Chimney is really curious how that man comes into work without a single trace of dog fur on him.  Hen would definitely like to know.  Even since rescuing Pasiley, she has come in with some part of her civilian clothes and uniform decorated with white fur and she puts up a minor fuss about it every time.

He needed to find his best friend and present his new findings.

See nifty! And yes, they will have a dog, who is based off of Oliver Stark's own, Jade. Alright I hope you all enjoyed and if you want to see the other post from this wip, just click on the nfl tag on my page, they should all come up.

Tagging (sorry if already tagged and/or posted! No pressure!): @elvensorceress @911onabc @shortsighted-owl @thekristen999 @lizzybizzyzzz @cowboy-buddie @911-on-abc

[patchwork-oil]

❧ "Blue Hour”

Chapter 1/?

Pairing: Karkat/Reader (Gender Neutral) Word count: 2,101 Warnings: strong language

Summary: You and your roommate Karkat have a somewhat typical Friday night.

Author’s Note: First x reader I'm posting! Kinda excited :3 dunno if I'll continue this but it was fun to make regardless. I know x readers don't tend to be in first person, but it's my favorite way to read them so :,) you're stuck with that.... The whole theme of my writing is that it's hugely self-indulgent. since like. the homestuck x reader tag is super dead askhjfd

   It’s blue hour isn’t it? I can hardly tell if there are clouds in the sky right now. Looking up between the buildings feels as though I might be about to fall into a deep, dark pool. The street below looks like it’s underwater, the lights from all buildings nearby look… tired? Like I’m looking back at the past through an old, sad movie.

  The front door jingles and opens. 

   Oh, Karkat’s home. What the hell was I doing just now?

   I could have sworn I was doing… something on my laptop. Oh, right. Just watching some YouTube. But, I paused it? To look at the clouds? I’m really out of it right now, I guess. 

   Unconsciously I shake the distraction out of my head. It hasn’t been that long since I got back from my job at the grocery store, I must have spaced out trying to relax to some videos. Whatever, there are much more important things to think about at a time like now. 

   “Karkaaat-” I announce once I open the door to the living room, drawing out his name as long as I could.

   “Fucking hell! What!” He grouched something about just getting back home, a single moment of peace would be nice. He hides his startled jump by trying to put his coat on the rack by the door. 

   “You said you’re cooking tonight,“ I accuse, “and I have never been more in the mood for chicken than I am in this moment right now.” I point a finger at him like I’m in a courtroom and my last name is Wright.

   Karkat makes a look like some sort of wince. “Uh huh. And I’m the unfortunate slob who has to do something about that.” It was almost phrased like a question. He exaggerates every move as he closes the door and steps inside. 

   “You are!” I nod “When you lost the chess match with John yesterday, you also made your roommate look like a loser, remember?”

   “Yes, I get it, I get it. You’re annoying and I have to pay for it.”

   “I’m just saying we both know John is going to ridicule me for even thinking about supporting you at the tournament so you should be the one who has to pay the medical bill for the… embarrassment. In the form of food. Tonight. As dinner…” He looks up at me from taking off his shoes, not amused and highly confused. “I’m losing my train of thought. You said you’d make dinner anyway! Why am I trying to convince you?”

   “I didn’t even say anything,” he chuckles, “that was 100% you.” 

   “I picked up chicken and broccoli from the store today!” As I walked past him to the fridge, I hit him on the arm. 

   “Fucker,” he spits.

   “And I’ll do the dishes like usual.” Placing the chicken on the counter, I reach for the broccoli-

   “Just sit your ass down! If I have to deal with your sniveling prongs making a mess all over the meal block, (Name), I swear to God we are not having a repeat of pasta night.” He starts to make big shooing gestures, ushering me out.

   “You really suffocate my creative spirit, KK,” I playfully sigh, knowing full well I shouldn’t be allowed in the kitchen with my track record of spilling anything that can be spilled. Sometimes even things that can’t be spilled. 

   “Last time I checked, we don’t need ‘creativity’ over an open flame.” 

   “You may be right.” I giggle. “Thanks for cooking though.” 

   He mumbles some affirmation and gets to work. My gaze lingers on his back for just a moment before going back to my room to grab my Switch. I’ll always feel guilty about not helping out but I know that even if I were more graceful in the kitchen, he prefers to have control over everything. I will, however, be within earshot if he needs an extra hand. Starting up something casual on the Switch, I plop down onto the couch. 

   Maybe there was something in those clouds today. I can’t stay focused on one thing for too long. I’ve abandoned the game, still holding it my hands while its quiet soundtrack plays. Every time Karkat uttered a curse over the food, I caught myself looking up, watching him for a while, then looking away. 

   We’d been roommates for ages now, since the last year of college. We quickly clicked, which was super fortunate for me. There was no way I wanted to live on my own after school, and as luck would have it, he wasn’t opposed to staying as roommates either. He, for the most part, enjoys cooking, I clean the dishes since he says he hates doing that, he doesn’t mind to remind me when I forget to do a chore around the house, and I’m not bothered by how he gets loud on calls with his friends. It’s such a ruminating day today…

   “Hello? Do you have slime in your hear ducts?”

   Eh? Ruminating over. 

   “Earth to (name).” 

   “I’m here! I’m awake,” I jostle suddenly.

   Karkat just started putting everything on the table—the nice one we worked together to buy so we had somewhere to play his tabletop games. Though, it also takes up the majority of the small apartment. 

   “Sure you are. You weren’t even looking at the game, you looked like you were undressing the meal vault with your mind.” 

   A surprised laugh escapes from me as I get off the couch. 

   “Food’s ready.” 

   “Yay! Thank you again, it smells really really good.” 

   “Mhm.”

   We squeeze into the chairs and dig in, it tastes just as good as it smells. I’m honestly pretty lucky Karkat is cool with cooking for me. We used to eat in our rooms, both because of the lack of a table but also because we both preferred eating alone. It’s likely we’re only eating here to get our money’s worth, but there’s still something satisfying about a warm homemade meal over a nice table. 

   “Kar?” 

   He only looks up in response, food’s probably keeping him from his usual yelling. 

   “I got a new game if you want to play with me tonight,” I swallow and continue, “since it’s Friday and whatever.”

   He sighs loudly once he’s done chewing. 

   “Cooking for you and entertaining your screen addiction? Seriously, (Last Name), have I been put on this planet, cursed by the twisted gods who hide their sorry asses among the stars where they know my mortal wrath can’t reach, to be the player 2 at your beck and call?” Despite his long-windedness, his voice is softer than usual, making me smile before I even process what he said–a good sign he’s totally up for a game. 

   I perk up, “It’s called Heave Ho, I’ve watched other people play it so I got it myself. I think you’ll really like it.” 

   “If it wasn’t Saturday tomorrow I wouldn’t even think about it.” 

   “Yay!” I kick him under the table and he kicks me back just as hard. “This is super fuckin’ good by the way, I’d eat this every night.”

   “I only followed a recipe, you don’t have to slobber all over my bulge about it.” 

   “Gross, in front of my chicken?” 

_________________

   “Could you! Fucking! Hold on for one second! Do you think you’re capable of doing that?”

   “Hahah-I’m trying, I’m trying! I swear to god the button is unpressing its-hahaha-elf!”

   “It’s not ‘unpressing’ itself you’re CLEARLY letting go–just fucking–HOLD ME UP!”

   “I AM! What! Pfft bahaha-you don’t think I’m doing everything I can?”

   “You’re swinging in the wrong direction–(NAME) YOU–AGH-”

   A short “splat” noise follows and I erupt in laughter. Karkat throws his head backwards on the couch and groans sounds of anguish into his hands. I can’t help putting down my controller, my character dying as a result, and holding my sides to try and keep them from splitting. 

   “You thought I would like this game?! You thought, no–” he turns so he’s facing me on the couch, “(Name) you thought,” he grabs me by both arms, which I don’t really process because I’m still laughing “You thought there was some way in ever-loving Hell we could play this game without me bursting a fucking blood vessel and dying here in this room right now?!”

   “Sto-op!” I can only manage to squeal between gasps at air in my laughter. “I can’t–I can’t,”

   “Literally the most hopeless display at cooperative gameplay I’ve ever fucking seen and you make me play every damn game you buy.” He lets go of me and I fall backwards onto the arm of the couch, still giggling away. Distantly, I can hear him also laughing. It fills me with accomplishment, knowing I chose a game he would enjoy. I knew this game would be ragey, but it’s also primarily skill-based. As long as he knows I’m trying, which he can trust from how often we play together, he’ll have a good time.

   Finally I can manage one big gulp of air before I’m back in position. He was holding his head up with one hand, massaging the bridge of his nose, surely trying to hide the sharp-toothed grin he can’t shake. I knock my shoulder into his to snap him out, and after collecting himself he retaliates with enough strength to nearly push me off the couch. I rebound and get comfortable again, sitting cross-legged with one leg over his.

   “We. Just-“ I giggle “-need to regroup.”

   “Oh really? Oh really, is that all?”

“Stop it—I’m being so real Karkat I might piss if you make me laugh again don’t even test me. Pick up the controller, we can do this.”

   “No, we have to do this. We’re going to beat this level.”

   “YES! That’s the spirit.”

   We muse over our plan a little more. Deciding how exactly we should angle our characters to achieve the perfect toss—right into the goal. A couple more failed attempts go by calmly, “all part of the plan” I repeat like a mantra. 

   A calculated silence falls over the apartment. Blue hour is far from over and the windows we forgot to close display a full dark scene of a quiet cityscape. Some bright apartments far away are blinking sleepily.

   “FUCKING-“

   “No no no, focus-“

   Our characters swing, the game music hums idly, our characters stare blankly back at us. 

   We launch ourselves at the goal. 

   Everything is still.

   A successful note starts to ring.

   “YES HOLY SHIT!”

   “Oh my god!”

   We both start to pump the air with a wave accomplishment washing over us. Confetti in the game starts to fall and I turn to look at Karkat-

   -at the same time he turns to look at me. 

   Both our smiles drop to surprise and a beat goes by. I push myself off of him and he takes his hand off from my back—

   “I’m sorry, sorry, I didn’t realize I was so close-” I start.

   “No- you’re fine, I didn’t… Notice. I wasn’t paying attention, sorry.”

   We both nervously laugh. The soundtrack went quiet, briefly, before it automatically moved onto the next level with a funny sound effect. 

   What. 

   The FUCK–why was I–I had somehow managed to get myself half on top of Karkat while we played–and then when we looked at each other we were so close- and what the fuck he stared at me I think? How long did we look at each other? What the fuck was that? And his arm, I can’t-

   “Oh man! We left the blinds open, let me just close them really quick.” I stand up, speeding without really thinking about it, to the window. 

   “(Name)?” Nope. Ignoring that. 

   I prop myself up by two arms over the back of the couch, moving so rigidly it nearly hurts. 

   “We beat the level! That’s pretty cool! So. Maybe it’s about time y’know we call it a day. Right? Yeah.”

   He still doesn’t say anything while I start to pull the switch out of the dock and lock the joycons back in place. 

   “Um? Sorry, again, I’m just gonna go back to my room. So um! Goodnight!” I robot over to my door. 

   “What the- (Name)!”

   “Oh, and for the food! Thanks again!”

   And slam it shut by accident. I don’t hear anything from the other room for a moment, not for the minute or two I strained myself to listen. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and slump against the door. 

   Ever so slowly, I ghost my hand over my mouth.

   Why am I freaking out so much?

Next Chapter

Author's Note: Yay! Hope you enjoyed :) I will mayyybe write a second part, bc this is definitely not finished haha. I dont know the best x reader tags! if you're willing to help me out id love to know :3

[buttercup-fluffalove]

note from the buttermom: thank you thank you thank you to everyone who posted comments sending good wishes to buttercup. here's an update on everyone's favorite floofy baby:

on wednesday buttercup seemed a little aloof, hanging out on her favorite chair instead of stalking me like she always does. i was concerned but chalked it up to the fact that i was running around like a crazy person prepping for thanksgiving and wasn't giving her the attention she needed.

then on thursday she was way off. way way off. very lethargic, slinking away when i tried to pet her, drool staining her mouth and discharge around her nose, and her breath was even worse than kitty breath should be. my panic was mounting all day long as i fought not to google her symptoms (because i default to impending-doom-mode). by evening i was beside myself with worry but also worried i was overreacting; finally my husband practically shoved me out the door to take her to the emergency vet, if only so i wouldn't keep him up all night worrying.

initially the vet thought she just had an upper respiratory infection, based on her nasal discharge, drool, and lethargy. however upon her exam they noted the bad breath and that her belly was extremely sensitive - she did her big girl 'leave me alone' growl the moment they touched her. those are both tell-tale signs of an intestinal blockage so they took her back for imaging.

which i could hear her not enjoying from the waiting room. they ultimately had to sedate her to get a proper image and exam done. i got to snuggle her while the drugs kicked in though so that was nice.

when she was calm enough they were able to get some imaging and discovered what they call a "linear foreign body" - eg she had swallowed some string or yarn. (there was also some still stuck in her mouth, wrapped around and under her tongue.) this is exceptionally dangerous because one end can get snagged in the digestive track while the rest of it continues to get pushed through, resulting in the small intestine essentially bunching itself up like a tube sock, and then it can start to shred. when that happens, the only way to repair it is to remove the damaged sections of intestine.

if i hadn't brought her in, she would have died.

she needed surgery immediately.

they gave me a few moments alone with her, during which i sobbed uncontrollably and told how much i love her and that she needed to be brave and strong and come home to me.

then they took her back and sent me home, where i continued to cry and clean up every last inch of the lower level of the house of anything that could possibly be string or string-adjacent. (today i tackle the upper level.)

finally around 4 am they called me with the best possible version of this horrible situation: the string had only gotten as far as her stomach. they were able to remove it from her stomach, esophagus, and mouth, and there was no sign that it had moved into her small intestine so they didn't have to do any further cutting. there may be small remnants passing through, and her pancreas is inflamed which is rather concerning, so she needs to be monitored for a while still.

they'll be keeping her for at least the rest of today (friday), maybe tomorrow too. they need to make sure she's eating again (i'm pretty sure she hadn't eaten in almost 2 days), properly hydrated, and using the litterbox - all of which are signs that her intestines haven't been damaged and are working properly.

i may get a chance to visit her this afternoon, and will post further updates as i know more.

i am so grateful to the staff at the emergency vet hospital - and even more grateful that they were open last night on the holiday, given that every other vet clinic in 100 miles was closed. they were so kind to me as i broke down crying in the office, and were completely in love with buttercup at first sight (who isn't?) and ready to do anything and everything to save her life.

the house is painfully quiet and empty without the magnificent butterbeast prowling the halls. cross your fingers and toe-beans that she'll be able to come home soon and have a speedy recovery, with lots of good drugs to keep her calm and pain-free as she heals. she'll have to wear the angry lamp for a while, but she's going to be okay.

[mcbitchtits]

okay my weekend got shuffled around and i saw dial of destiny today rather than friday.

completely unspoilery point of doubly-pedantic nerd criticism: hey marching navy bugler in the back ARE YOU AWARE that you are out of step. okay thanks for your time.

now spoilers

this has been bothering me for a hot sec

is it a German thing the way they pronounce it? A British thing? is it a Roman-Latin vs Catholic-Latin situation? I mean, Wikipedia here has it the way I’ve always said it, so what is behind their choice to Not Pronounce It This Way in the movie?

also related to the pre-adventure plot, i was sitting there in the middle of it thinking, like, when the nazis were in disarray and lacking supplies and their empire was falling apart, would anyone have even noticed a jacket with a bullet-hole in it? (i realize this is just a plot moment, ignore that for a second.) and then like ten minutes later i realized i was probably just thinking about the Confederates rather than the Nazis, but ehhhhhhhhhhh tomayto tomahto

also i think it’s very funny that the plot is just like “where did voller get the anitkyhera? who fucking cares. PLOT TIME”

also-also: i know it’s for Plot Reasons but i really wish they said “antikythera mechanism” more than they said “archimedes’ dial”. bah. fie on you

i’m still, every time, in awe of the wacko billing. who’s in this movie? HARRISON FORD and PHOEBE WALLER-BRIDGE and ANTONIO BANDERAS and TWELVE OTHER NAMES and also mads mikkelsen. i’m sorry. your villain gets last billing? i know why, it’s hollywood nonsense, but like. COME ON. maybe he deserves a few more minutes of screentime also?

i think i posted this in one of my last few shotgun-blast-commentary posts, about all the marion pics being from 1936. i noticed today, waaaaaay in the blurry background, at the end of the movie, there’s one from Crystal Skull. (and I had to go look it up and I realized it was not an Indy & Marion photo as I thought but rather one of the stills of Mutt and Marion. which. PUT THAT UP FRONT AT THE BEGINNING!!!!)

okay. do you see my four exclamation points there? so the subtitles, and forgive me that these are in spanish, but

they do that twice. my freshman high school english teacher is out there somewhere having a conniption fit

i think it’s interesting how much time the score spends with helena’s theme. there are at least a few spots where we should have been hearing the raiders march, and instead we get her theme. and it’s not like mutt’s theme where they harmonize and interplay. i don’t think we ever get it. which is... such a fascinating and, IMO, weird choice.

one of my friends who i saw it with, and i may have already mentioned this also, came out of the movie and was like “not to be an asshole, but it doesn’t make sense that the boat had 100 centurions. the centurions were the military leaders. they would definitionally have one centurion” and i’m just like. this is why we’re friends, and also, i’m so glad you are also a pedantic historian about indiana jones movies because that is Exactly How It Should Be.

speaking of which, every single time we get to Greece i’m just like I AM PRETTY SURE THEY DIDN’T SEW GARMENTS THAT WAY? YES THIS IS A PRODUCTION DESIGN CHOICE BUT ALSO IT IS BOTHERING ME. are there any extant garments like that? i feel like everything i have ever read is chitons and himations and peplos and. you know. mostly big, seamless, rectangles?

in related notes and deep dives into the world of production design vs. historic elements, the graphikos feels like it’s supposed to be like the phaistos disk? perhaps. i like it better than the “dial” design, for whatever that’s worth

and also re: my previous criticisms on the script being poor, “it’s not in a language, it’s in a code.” OH I’M SORRY. I FORGOT THAT CODE RESULTED IN NON-LINGUISTIC OUTPUT this is nonsense and i might hate this line more than any other for sheer stupidity? this being polybius i assume you’d still have to, you know. know how to read ancient greek.

now we’re off to the next part of our journey, If The Script Is Like This Then Surely I’m Overthinking It:

This is about Kythira, as in, the island opposite Antikythira, but also, in light of choosing to Do The Last Crusade Thing Again And Then Failing To Give The Indy-Helena Relationship A Solid Landing i am SO MAD i gotta go scream into a pillow or something brb

On the other hand, in regards to Overthinking The Writing And I Think They Did Mean It On Purpose: Basil naming his daughter Helena. I’m assuming he was obsessed with the Antikythera before all of that, although we never see any indication other than perhaps it catching his ear when he’s tied up on the train. But. Anyway. Helena. now i have to go Lie Down About It

(side note: do we think Indy is the only one who calls her “Wombat”? she does say, in the bar, “it’s been a long time since i’ve heard that”. were, like, he and Basil hanging out being archaeologist buddies and Helena thought he was super cool and wanted to be like him and found out he was named after his dog? like. aside from the “we are just writing in a new, younger Indy character”, that’s kind of just such a sweet little moment to ponder.)

fascinatingly, in every single showing i’ve been to so far, Helena gets the biggest laughs (or all of them). mostly the “I’m a... fan” moment, and then today she got a rip roaring response from knocking indy out. which i appreciate. but also it is interesting to note indy doesn’t really seem to get the laughs in his own goddamn farewell flick.

OKAY ENDING ON A POSITIVE NOTE i noticed something today which i had not caught yet which is, at the end, when marion shows up and indy goes into the kitchen to talk to her— when she opens the fridge to put the food in there, he slyly slips the magnet off of her photo that he put on there at the beginning. that is an indy moment. that made me laugh. sweet and silly.

[allylikethecat]

Saw your update on the Christmas fic, any updates on your other WIPs? So excited for everything!

Hi! In terms of chaptered WIPs that are actively being posted (I'm not even touching my oneshot collection with a ten foot pole) in addition to the Christmas fic, we have the following status updates:

You Know Where the City Is (Taylor / Matty 2014 Fake Dating AU that was started before the whole May mess) - have the first chunk of the next chapter written, just need to finish it and clean it up a bit!

On a Friday (omegaverse fic) - next chapter not started, but have a very detailed outline detailing what happens next, so it won't be long once I sit down and write it!

Make Way for Ducklings (mpreg fic) - the outline is a little sketchy, not totally clear where we are going since I keep changing it, HOWEVER where ever we end up we will be going enthusiastically! I haven't even really thought about writing the next chapter yet since I updated last week!

Then I have my Equestrian AU that I have not started posting that I love very dearly, the first chapter is 100% finished and the second and third chapters are about 80% done, this one also has a detailed outline which makes my life easier, especially if I stick too it!

I also have my little Twilight inspired Vampire 75 AU situation that is currently just a collection of scene ideas in a note on my phone that will hopefully be converted into an actual outline soon!

I also want to try and get through some more of the prompts that people have been lovely enough to send me! 😊

Thank you so much for reading and sending in this ask and your support! It makes me so happy that people care about my little fics, I'm going to be honest, I don't know which fic I'm going to be posting and update for on Tuesday yet - it could be any of them at this point 😂 We will all be surprised about it together! I hope you have having a fantastic January and that you have a great week!

❤️Ally

[fentrashcat]

So until Friday the 22nd, I Want to Love the Thunder is a available as a free ebook on Amazon as a little birthday/week thing.

It's a short read, and some poems are CERTAINLY better than others, but if you have some time to kill, please check it out!

Since I'm doing this I wanted to talk a bit about like why I chose to publish something I'm not the best at, but it'll probably get rambly 🤣

I have been writing fiction since I was in third grade, and have always had an interest in story telling. When I was younger, a lot of times a majority of my friends existed in the pages of a book, or sometimes in my head. I was the kid skipping recess to read, or escaping to the library when I finished my work early.

Come seventh grade, I began writing "novels" (never finished), and short stories with a focus on fantasy and some sci-fi. This was also a really dark point in my depression, and my stories were my only escape. I also remember a teacher asking me what I wanted to be in the future I said "there's no want to, I'm GOING to be an author." When she asked what if I couldn't do that, I replied "then I will be a failure."

As well as writing these stories that I only shared with my friends, I discovered fan fiction. Other than just reading it obsessively, I began to write some as well, and got some attention. I adored interacting with the people who read my stories and made requests, and it made me want to share my own stories even more. Side Note- even if you think your writing is cringe and you dont want to work on it anymore, leave it up. I deleted this account bc "cringe" and I still really regret it, because I lost the encouragement and kind comments along with my cringe. Not to mention probably ~600 pages of work, and a shit ton of personal "milestone" notes that I added at the end of chapters.

I wrote CONSTANTLY in high-school, but I had a problem- I could never finish a story. I very often would write 30-50 pages, and lose interest. Even my most prolific work is unfinished, despite having well over 300 pages of writing and rewriting, and the most world building I have ever done.

As of now, I have about 55 WIPs, and countless that have been deleted or lost (NEVER USE YOUR SCHOOL ACCOUNTS FOR THINGS YOU WANT TO KEEP BTW). I Want to Love the Thunder is my "I can do this".

I have a complicated relationship with poetry, but I realized that this is something I could finish. It's a start. Hopefully, especially since my school fell through, I Want to Love the Thunder is just the first of many, although I'll probably stick with fantasy instead of poetry lol. If there is a next one, maybe I'll do short stories, and build my way to novels, or (in the case of my largest WIP) even series.

I know that being a full time author is rare, or really difficult, but I still love writing, and it lets me share a peice of myself with others, and maybe a way to leave SOME kind of legacy in the world, even if it's never read, it's out there. A tiny peice of my soul is forever available to others to see, even if it's just one person. This is my whisper in the void of existence.

I got mushy and rambly, which is kind of funny considering a lot of the poems in the book or just silly or stupid things 😅. Thank you so much of you've read this far, and thank you double if you check out my book.

TL;DR- I published a book in a style that I'm not great at, just to prove to myself I could, and so that maybe 100 years from now, someone who's never met me can see a sliver of myself.

This is more than likely the last post I will make about I Want to Love the Thunder, because even though i want it to be seen, its also kind of scary to be seen. If you want to check it out after the free promotion it will be 2.99, or free on Kindle unlimited, ebook only as of now.

[foreverrandomwritings]

🎉Mini Celebration🎉

Last night the first part of my Hangman Dating Plus Sized S/O series hit 100 notes! Last night my overall blog hit over 500 likes! It may not seem like much to celebrate but it’s something I never thought would happen. I am beyond ecstatic. I couldn’t have ever imagined that I would have 100 notes on any of my work let alone over 500 likes on this blog.

In celebration I’ll be posting 4 links to prompt lists! You can pick 1-2 numbers for a request! Then I’ll write a couple paragraphs or a whole one shot! Pick the number(s) you want and then pick a character from my character list and send them in! I’ll be taking requests until Friday!

I want to thank everyone that has given me love on this page. But most of all I want to thank @wkndwlff. Without her none of this would’ve happened. She inspired me to start writing and posting and she also gave me the idea for the prompt celebration!

1.Soft Prompts

2.Soft and Sweet sentence starters

3.Dissociation Starters

4.Reunion after (physical) trauma

Credit to all blogs that I got the links from!

Much Love Y’all,

M

[wutbju]

Rick Altizer, President +++Positive+++, posted this this morning at 7:45am on Friday, April 7, 2023 -- Good Friday.

But now it's deleted.

Since WutBJU, too, “has a duty to disclose confidential information," I include it here for the record. This shows the +++Positives+++ agenda:

Before we pause to meditate and worship our Risen Lord, a few clean up notes from yesterday:

First, we are thankful that John Lewis did the right thing (finally) yesterday and resigned. Based on the facts of the situation, we believe there are at least two other board members who also need to resign--Joe Helm and Hantz Bernard. They were in league with John Lewis throughout the leadership crisis of the last year. This was a completely avoidable and intentional campaign on their part to unseat a much loved and effective university president before his final term. They need to resign immediately so the board can begin the process of moving forward.

Secondly, we were surprised and offended by the "official" Dear Alumni post yesterday around 5pm. While positive bju is not the only Facebook group and certainly not the only Facebook group who needed to hear their oddly timed message, we are the only alumni and friends group who confronted the unethical behavior of the BJU board and single-mindedly defended Dr. Pettit. No good deed goes unpunished, comes to mind.

For those of you who have followed the action closely and consistently (most of you) we have defended and praised the BJU Alumni Association and supported the student recruitment team consistently. We will continue to do this, though with less enthusiasm perhaps until we have an opportunity to discuss with them the purpose and intent of their public letter to all alumni.

With regards to the letter itself. We agree that name calling including wishing harm to anyone has no place in social media. We agree that outside groups like FBI should refrain from trying to exert undue influence over the board at BJU. We are alumni and friends. We have only advocated for maintaining good executive leadership (Steve Pettit) and removing unethical and ineffective board leadership.

Unlike the FBFI, we have never advocated for any specific policy. We trust the administration to decide what is best for the operations of the school itself. As we have said, we are not "progressive". We are not advocating for more liberal or more lax anything. What we cannot accept is a divided and dysfunctional board that opposes its own board approved policies and bullies and intimidates the administrators. It is not only wrong, but also counterproductive to the growth and success of the institution.

Finally, with respect to confidential information we have shared. When a board member, administrator, or alumni (one of us) becomes aware of wrongdoing, we have a duty to disclose it. With respect to board members in SC, the duty of care and duty of loyalty to the institution is a statutory requirement in the law. The duty of confidentiality is not. While there may be policies and best practices that govern confidentiality on private boards, these are superseded by the statutory and fiduciary duty of care and loyalty to BJU when wrongdoing happens on the board. Positive BJU celebrates and salutes every courageous source who helped to expose the details of the bad decisions and actions of Lewis, Bernard, and Helm. While it has been messy at times, these men are being held to account by the off campus and on campus stakeholders for the first time in nearly 100 years and that historic first naturally resulted in defensive backlash.

We didn't expect a defensive backlash from the university, but we accept the points of agreement even while we reject the tone and timing of it. In any event, we can forgive and to forge ahead with this historic fundamental board reset leading to a very bright future for BJU. Thank you!

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[saving-word-crawls]

Black Friday Musical Crawl

By: IslaGrace

Welcome to the Black Friday Musical Crawl! If you haven’t seen my The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals crawl yet, and want to do that one before the sequel/prequel/alternate dimension, you can do so here! 6

(saving-word-crawls note: It's the last post!)

You should end up with around 7000 words by the end of this crawl. Hope you enjoy it! Also, let me know if I should make a couple more Starkid/Tin Can Bros crawls! I’m thinking of writing ones for Twisted and Spies are Forever!

PROLOGUE Welcome to Starkid’s spookiest musical! It’s so dark that it warrants its own prologue which, though short, is very creepy. Write for five minutes (the number of ticks of the clock there are before the music kicks in) to get you warmed up for the straight bops that are coming your way.

TICKLE-ME WIGGLY JINGLE Ahoy there, boys and girls! You know that you need a Tickle-Me Wiggly! He’s a wiggly wig and a snuggle poo! He wuvs you! He’s laundry safe! And he’s a steal for only $49.95! Sprint to the nearest 500 whilst you desperately try to save up for a Tickle-Me Wiggly doll! Wiggle your way through life!

WHAT TIM WANTS Tom will do anything for Tim. After all, he’s his son. Does your protagonist have a child in their life that they need to protect? How about a best friend, a sibling, or other loved one? What’s their name? Count up the number of letters in their name and write for that amount of minutes!

CALIFORM.I.A We get it, Ethan. You’re a good speller! Don’t worry about spelling, punctuation, or any of the rubbish that Ethan cares about. Attempt a fifty headed hydra as you hype yourself up for your escape to California!

WHAT DO YOU SAY? Is that Becky Barnes? And Tom Houston? Get ready for an intense gossip with the citizens of Hatchetfield and write three hundred words. If you, like Tom and Becky, can’t think of what to say and you’re experiencing a bout of writer’s block, try to incorporate a scene with a gossip chain like the one in the queue for ToyZone.

OUR DOORS ARE OPEN Welcome to ToyZone! We know that you want a Tickle-Me Wiggly, but I’m afraid you’re going to have to pay up first. Sprint for fifteen minutes as Frank sings about all the money he’s about to get. These words are weighing his pants down!

FEAST OR FAMINE The bidding war for a Tickle-Me Wiggly has suddenly gotten very brutal. Sprint for twice the length of the song (6 minutes) to find out if you got one! If you wrote less than 250 words, chaos reigns! You don’t manage to get your hands on a Wiggly! Write another 250 as you sob uncontrollably. If you wrote more than 250 words, take what you want, return what you get! Well done, you got a Wiggly! Write 100 words as you celebrate and plan what you’re going to do with your new fwendy wend.

MONSTERS AND MEN General McNamara is back! Thank God, he is exactly what this world needs to defeat the dark force that Howie Goodman has come to know as Wiggly. Write until the next mention of your story’s main villain (or villainous situation!)

DECK THE HALLS (OF NORTHVILLE HIGH SCHOOL) Okay, this is kind of a good movie… Take a ten minute break and grab a snack as you watch Santa Claus is Going to High School at the movie theatre!

TAKE ME BACK Take me back in time… to when I knew what was going on in this draft. Write two hundred words as Becky and Tom figure out their feelings for each other.

ADORE ME You will destroy everything, and then you will destroy everything. Keep writing! Go for a ten minute word war as you try your best to resist against Linda Munroe and her cult, sorry, exciting new religion.

DO YOU WANT TO PLAY? Write 150 words as you try to hide from Becky and Tom… Seriously? I thought we liked these guys two songs ago?

MADE IN AMERICA This is a FULL bop. I genuinely can’t expect you to write through this song. Have a dance break

BLACK FRIDAY You’ve been caught by Sherman and he’s about to kill you. Write for fifteen minutes as you contemplate your life and what (or who) you’re going to leave behind.

MONSTERS AND MEN (REPRISE) Reach into the black and white! You must manifest these words into your reality! Take part in a three digit challenge as you escape from Sherman!

IF I FAIL YOU This doll is kinda ugly! Attempt a 1k30min as you finally come out from Wiggly’s spell. If you succeed, congratulations! Grab a drink (check for goo first!) and celebrate! If you fail, get ready for a punishment that won’t match the crime. Keep writing until you hit the nearest thousand.

WIGGLE Get ready to defeat Linda and Wiggly and their group of worshipping shoppers. Participate in a ten minute word war and try to ignore the uncomfortable moans!

WHAT IF TOMORROW COMES? Do you all see what I see? It’s you, closer to finishing your novel! Congratulations, but it’s not over yet. Quick! Sprint to 500 words before that… bang happens.

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They denied $100 million Bond and then requested 120% which is normal and then they said no and they said you cannot say no the clock is ticking and if you don't provide a bond and it said by Friday we are going to hold you in contempt and the appeals court doesn't matter you won't be able to go to the appeals court if he doesn't post a bond or or the money in a separate account for holding or present assets for them to hold they will start seizing assets this coming week because he refuses to post a bond criminal charges for what he was doing fraud is a federal crime and they're going to follow charges for misappropriation of election funds and it all comes from a whole bunch of people and giant numbers of people are jumping on to fry this piece of crap and he's saying all this stuff and it doesn't matter at all because it's science and the guy is stupid and he is going to be arrested all night and all week until he's out

-this is living proof that this guy is a complete hunk of s*** what he says to people and what he does is repulsive and we do want him out permanently we're going to make sure that he is right now we are also studying what he's been saying in public and he's issuing code against people all over the place including ours and we are going after him for every single little thing and teeny stuff too and we are pinning it on other people because they're saying who cares and they want chaos we started that program last week and it has a lot of success I've had similar ideas but it came from someone of ours and it's going to happen and it's not the two here also there's another huge program going against this moron and it's called getting our tax money back and it was said over and over by these two are we going to get it back for what he's done he did the covid thing mental hospital stuff put us in Jeopardy stunk us down there with the max on and on and on and so he can try and get something in the middle and we just had it with him it's it's too much and he is out of here those people like him that he's using his cover and he ruined their families and he ruined their chances and that is what BG is doing in tune he's saying I'm going to dominate you for you have done

And as he's leaving after the rain kissing thing our son said thank you and that's it and PG said you're welcome and things could not have been better I was very happy because PG is helping and he says if he does that you have to thank him and help him it's not going to help him anyways so things are going better so he's going to try and figure out what to do about that and he's trying to harm his wife his wife is not in there and they go after him and it's bja and company and they're big

We have more to talk about but this a****** has to go we have programs that are running we have things going on in westborough and people are going to get to the notes because they want dirt on the piece of s*** even things that our son said in the past and others they can use to get him

They are secrets some of them about the sticks some about what Billy Hicks was doing and her son said something quite unique it has to do with his attitude and he knew what he was doing and it's a curious thing says he can't figure it out now

Thor Freya

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