#and 99% of the time i forgot about it

[ddejavvu]

every time you repost one of your own fics that i've read before i ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS sit down and read it again no matter how many times ive read it before

I’m glad to hear that sweetheart I’m rereading them too

[ali-ali-al1]

Every day I look at straight women and go “damn girl you live like this?”

[archersgoon]

the thing is. even with the full month off because i had no exams, the thought of going back on monday fills me with um. mainly exhaustion. some contempt also

[orangedogsquad]

This is Koda’s fav game, he’s a simple man

[figureitoutinthemorning]

Hmmmmm okay you all can ignore this lmao I’m just going to Complain On The Internet for a bit because I’m pretty sure it’s that or tell the next person to say hi my entire life story, and no one wants that, least of all me ✌️

[itspneu]

ok so i went to reread the arc and this panel i completely forgot about it i wonder who she talked to, i want to say akari but the way she immediately found him in this random beach im sure it was either teruaki or the sensei and they are for sure stalking him i mean how else would she find them in this, again, random beach ?

[potential-fate]

Might actually get my computer back on Tuesday. Hopefully.

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

if you ever think 'i don't need to write this down, i'll definitely remember it' you've already forgotten it

[fizzlehead]

laughing my ass off bcus for fantasy figure skating this week (yeah i said fantasy figure skating don’t even worry about it) i came in (out of 691 entrants) 357th for pairs, 593rd for womens and 613th for dance but for men i came in a cool 9th place. ok!

[headknight-oh]

Just noticed that there hasn’t been much, if any, coverage on the mangione trial in like a month. Like since he plead not guilty, there hasn’t been any major coverage on the proceedings. I just tried to look up anything about the past month and I genuinely cannot find anything. Nothing about it they’re still in jury selection, nothing about any rulings, nothing about the defending attorney or even opinion pieces. Like I know why there’s not much coverage, but nothing at all? Like we got CONSTANT updates about the depp/heard case when it was happening, but now that it’s something about an important issue that would have been the case of the decade in times past, it’s radio silence.

It’s so incredibly disturbing that they’ve filtered it out of the media and that people don’t care enough to demand it be covered. People treated it like a trend and aesthetified it to the point that an actual act of resistance means nothing now.

Also there’s like no concrete evidence in this case. It’s all circumstantial. I feel that everyone forgot that, and because of it, the idea that “innocent until proven guilty” as a precedent is very much in the process of being undermined

Edit: Putting this here again because I keep getting people misinterpreting what I’m trying to say: You guys, I know there’s nothing new to report on. What I’m saying is that when something like this happens, everyone talks about it. Every talk show and opinion columnist and political analyst will talk give speculation and reaction and opinion on it. Like when columbine happened, every news outlet talked about it for months before the trial ever happened. It happened in 99 and the rulings didn’t come out til 01 or something. And even if they never directly mentioned columbine, they would talk about gun violence and bullying and how police weren’t trained for situations like that. They talked about the surrounding issues. Like yeah there’s nothing new that the media has access to rn, but no one is making opinion pieces about the judges conflict of interest, no talk show is having a 20 min segment about gun violence or the state of healthcare. Twenty years ago, it would have stayed in the news cycle at least passively until the case moved forward. But now it’s been phased out almost completely. And I know coverage will pick up when the trial starts. I know courts move slowly. I’m not trying to push conspiracy. I was simply making an observation that it was strange that there was almost no talk about it, that it’s been phased out of news cycles, and how there’s no widespread conversation about the issues surrounding the shooting.

Also, I only used depp/heard in the original because it was the most recent case I could think of. And because I was tired and thought this post would be seen by like 20 people max, so I didn’t bother wording it as precisely as I could have. Columbine and the OJ Simpson case are better examples to work off of.

I just wanted to clarify what I meant so I stop getting comments that misinterpret what I’m trying to say and people being rude about it

[powerfulkicks]

didn't really expect ppl to be so entrancrd by boeing fatigue post. can i have $1100000 pls

[flofaiiry]

fifteen minutes — jack abbot x reader

❝ piss some people off, show 'em what they're missin'❞

warnings: literally 99% smut. implied age gap, jack is down so incredibly bad, fem!reader, oral f!receiving, fingering, somewhat public sex (in a supply closet at the hospital), maybe a hint of dirty talk & praise, not proofread!!

wc: 1.5k

note: just something short n sweet for u!!!! definitely nobody is going to see this bcs im posting it at 3am but idc!!! whipped this up in like an hour but for some reason im really really happy w how this came out?!?!?!?!!? that doesn't normally happen so i hope u enjoy too!!!

jack rarely ever forgot things at home, and if he did it was usually something he could survive the shift without. but switching to the dayshift to cover for robby for the week threw a wrench into his usual routine, meaning he'd forgotten to wake up early enough to pack some kind of food to bring.

on nights he could get through- normally having just finished a big meal before the start of the shift, but there was no way he was going to make it through a dayshift on an empty stomach without killing someone.

you knew he'd forgotten when you walked into the kitchen to see his typical black lunch bag still sitting on the counter, and you also knew how insufferable he'd be to his co workers if he had nothing to eat all day.

<< no lunch? >> Forgot. I'll be ok. << did u eat anything before u left? >> Nope. It's okay, I'll get something from the cafeteria.

every time jack would get something to eat from work he'd come home grumbling about how everything they serve is a sorry excuse for food- that he wouldn't wish a meal from there on even his worst enemy. so you set your phone down with a sigh and head to the fridge to see what you can put together to bring him before you head to work.

it's not glamourous- some two day old pasta and the last two cookies from the batch you'd baked earlier in the week- but it's food, actual real food, so it would do.

the hospital wasn't too out of your way, only a ten minute drive from your place then another fifteen to your office. you parked in a spot outside the er, taking your keys in one hand and the lunch bag in the other before heading inside. you don't know many day shift faces, so luckily one of the few you do is standing right by the entrance.

"hi dana!" you smile, walking towards the nursing station. she glances up from the ipad she was previously enthralled in to look at you, "oh hey kiddo, you here to see abbot?" you nod and hold up the bag, "yup. forgot to bring something to eat, figured on an empty stomach he might not make it through the shift without killing anyone," you tease.

"well, thank you for that," she laughs, "did you want me to take it? i think he's with a patient right now- not quite sure how long he'll be and i don't want to keep you waiting." dana sets the tablet down and puts her hands out to take the bag. you pass it to her, "yeah thanks, i've gotta get to work actually-"

right before the fabric touches her hand, jack walks out from a room behind you. "oh!" dana interrupts, "speak 'a the devil- abbot!" she calls, you pull the bag back and turn around. jack looks up right as you face him, a smile tugs at his lips while he walks over to you.

"hey baby," he places a hand on your waist and kisses your cheek, the stubble he didn't have time to shave ghosts over your skin with a light scratch, "what're you doin' here?"

you hold up the lunch bag and he scoffs, "told you i could get something from the cafeteria," he says, taking the bag from you. you shrug, "yeah, but you always bitch about how you're gonna get food poisoning from there one day and i really didn't want to hear that spiel again."

"yeah, yeah, you're right," he says. you raise an eyebrow, "i'm always right."

he laughs, low and under his breath, "yes ma'am," he presses another kiss to your forehead, then takes your hand in his and leads you down the hallway where his locker is. he rounds the corner, inputs the combo to open the locker and places the bag inside it, next to his outside shoes and spare hoodie he keeps on hand for when it gets cold.

he takes your hand again and pulls you close to him, "thank you," he mumbles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. he closes the gap between your bodies and kisses you, soft and slow and definitely forgetting that anyone could walk by as he slides his hands down your body.

"i tell you how beautiful you look today yet?" you shake your head, "mmm, no i don't think you did, actually." he smiles, "well then, i better get on that." he pulls away and shoots you a subtle wink, before grabbing you by the wrist and tugging you into a supply closet across from the bank of lockers.

he wastes no time once you're inside, pushing you back against the door to click it shut and wandering his hands under your blouse. "jack, i've gotta be at work in like fifteen minutes," you say against his lips. you feel him smile against yours, "i can do a lot with fifteen minutes," he murmurs, planting one last kiss on your lips before dropping to his knees in front of you.

you tilt your head back to rest against the door, an anticipatory sigh escaping your lips as he finds the zipper on the side of your skirt, pulling it down and letting the clothing fall to land on the floor around your ankles. he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulls those down next.

you look down at him when he brings his hand to your core, "we're gonna get caught and you are gonna be in so much shit." jack smirks, dragging a finger up your slit and making your breath catch when he reaches your clit. "don't care about that," he mumbles, then proceeding to bury his face between your thighs.

"fuck," you breathe, your head rolling back against the door with more of a thunk this time. one of your hands finds his hair, twining through the greying curls and pressing him further into your cunt.

"greedy, hm?" he teases, bringing a finger to your aching hole and sliding it inside you with ease. you gasp upon it's entrance, grip tightening on jack's hair as he adds a second one and starts pumping them in and out of you.

you catch the way he stares at every little twitch of your face while he's pleasuring you- always eager to learn what touches you like the most, to study the way you squirm so he can make you do it more often.

"shut up and make me cum already," you breathe, "don't exactly have a lot of time here." you feel him smile against you, "yes ma'am," he mumbles, before latching his mouth around your clit and rolling it between his lips. "oh my god- fuck, jack- just like that." you writhe your hips against his face, desperate for more friction.

jack's got your pleasure down to a science- a formula. he knows exactly how and where to touch you to have you falling apart in mere seconds.

he trails his mouth down slightly, licking over your slit and letting his nose knock against your clit. he plunges his fingers deeper inside you, curling them just so to rub against the spot you taught him about that has you seeing stars.

you should be embarrassed that you're nearing the edge already- knot tightening in the pit of your stomach and threatening to snap with every movement of his tongue and fingers- but all you can think about right now is jack and how good he's making you feel.

part of his formula includes knowing when your close, a little piece of information that lets him prolong your orgasm when he's feeling mean, or coax it from you when he's feeling generous. the way your thighs start to shake ever so slightly tell him that he's getting you there- that if he doesn't stop what he's doing it'll only be a few more moments before you're coming undone.

he doesn't speed up, doesn't make his movements harsher- doesn't change anything. just keeps sucking at your cunt like his life depends on it and driving his fingers inside you.

"i'm close, i'm- fuck- so close," those few words are all you can muster as your high washes over you- pleasure taking over all your senses and radiating outwards through your body from your core. "yeahhh, just like that, so good for me," jack mutters, the words barely comprehensible amidst the absolutely sinful slurping noises that are filling the room. jack works you through the orgasm, letting his movements slowly come to a halt as the sound of your ragged breathing takes over the air.

jack looks down at his watch, his chin still glistening with your release, "see, only took two to make you finish."

you roll your eyes, amazed at how consistently cocky he is when it comes to his skill of making you feel good. "yeah, yeah, whatever," you smile, bending down to collect your skirt and panties. jack stops you with his hands on your hips. you give him a questioning look, and your met with his smirk again.

"only needed two which means i've got thirteen more to have my way with you."

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[abbotsanatomy]

heyyyyyyyyyyyyy are requests open by any chance 🥹 if yes i would love love love a chef!reader x jack and it’s a regular occurrence for her to visit and drop off food BUT but one day she comes in and she’s like i may have sliced something……. THANK YOU you’re my fave blog rn this jack hyperfixation needs to leave my body or else i’ll go crazy💋

⨳ TODAY'S SPECIAL

pairing: jack abbot x chef!reader warnings: depiction of injury and surgical procedure, intentional medical inaccuracies (for the plot :p). not beta'd! author's note: such a fun idea! so honored to be feeding the jack abbot craze

On today's dinner menu was supposed to be roasted rack of lamb, smothered in a rosemary-infused butter, with garlicky oven-baked potatoes. Key word: supposed.

Your carefully curated ritual of making dinner for Jack and bringing it to his work was interrupted by you accidentally slicing your thumb half off. It's what you get for not sharpening your knives when they needed to be sharpened, last week.

Now, you're on the way to the ER for an entirely different reason. You've got your good hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on your leg, with a towel that smells faintly of garlic wrapped around your injury. It only hurts a little, for now. You're sure that'll change when the adrenaline of it all wears off. Or at least that's what you've heard.

You're hoping you can get there and be administered some kind of pain-killer before that pain sets in. Morbidly, the rest of your thumb's in a plastic baggie, that's in another plastic baggie filled with ice, because that's what google told you to do. And in the absence of your doctor boyfriend, you listen to google.

Obviously, you use the back emergency entrance, like Jack's instructed you to do, if you ever happened to find yourself in need of actual medical assistance. You'd fought him on the principle, claiming the whole thing stinks of favoritism and some kind of medical malpractice. Now, with the pain slowly tingling up your entire arm, you can't find it in yourself to care.

The glass doors of the ER open automatically, as you walk in with a chunk of your left thumb in your right hand. You're escorted by one of the EMTs who was standing outside when you drove by. You'd seen her around a handful of times.

“Yeah, so I was making dinner for myself and my boyfriend. You know him,” you pause, as she takes the plastic bag from your hand and nods.

“It just sliced in half. It's partially my fault. I forgot to sharpen my cooking knives,” you go on, as she finds you a place to sit and calls a nurse to grab Jack.

She smiled empathetically at you, “Don't worry. We'll get you taken care of. Dr.Abbot should be here any minute. Just keep your hand elevated for me.”

Although you're about 99 percent sure the nurse walking in behind Jack already told him exactly what's going on, he still looks incredibly shocked to see you sitting there.

“Heeey,” you say, trying to wave the injured hand instinctively.

You quickly realize how bad of an idea that was, though, “Oh, ow. Ow.”

He gives you a once-over, and then quickly instructs the nurse to grab something. Presumably, hopefully, some pain meds. You realize you assumed correct, when she comes back with a few pills and a cup of water.

“Thank you,” you whisper, and swallow the pills in one go with the water.

Jack's just standing there, watching you. When you put the paper cup down onto the side table, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. It's almost like he's putting off looking at your wound, even though he probably knows it's inevitable.

“I had such a great dinner planned. You have no idea,” you boast.

It makes Jack crack a smile, as he walks over to wash his hands. He takes a seat in front of you, and then looks at the rag on your finger expectantly.

“Come on. Let's take a look,” he begins, pulling the towel off, “I heard you kept the rest of it in ice. Good thinking.”

You nod, smiling to yourself at the praise, “Mhm, I know right? Didn't even panic or anything.”

“Oh, I believe you,” he affirms, still inspecting the injury.

In that moment, John Shen pops his head into the room.

“Woah, hey. What's Gordon here in for?” he asks Jack.

The nickname makes you roll your eyes. You really don't even like Gordon Ramsay.

“Sliced my thumb. Unfortunately,” you sigh.

You can't help but ask the one question on your mind right now, “Think you can reattach it?”

“That's what I'm trying to find out, sweetheart.”

You all wait with bated breath. Chopping things up could become infinitely more difficult with half a thumb.

“Yup. Found a vein for anastomoses. We can proceed with replantation,” Jack announces.

“Perfect,” Shen adds, and then leaves the room.

You let out a long sigh, “Oh thank god! I've never been more nervous in my life, I think.”

Jack leans in to kiss the side of your face, “Yeah, I could tell. You have absolutely no confidence in me.”

“No! That's not it. Not at all. You try almost losing your thumb!” you defend.

He grins at you with a tilt of his head. Then he looks down at his prosthetic, and back up at you. His expressions reads, ‘Really?’

You grimace, “Yeah, alright. You win this one.”

Jack makes quick work out of gathering everything he needs and disinfecting your wound. He starts the reattachment process, after giving you a numbing shot that makes you feel nothing from your shoulder downward.

You don't really understand what's going on, but Jack tries to explain as he's going. Frankly, you're too busy intently watching his hands work and admiring how incredibly sexy the surgical loupes he's wearing make him look. It should be criminal for him to look that good, while reattaching your thumb.

“This, right here, might be the hottest you've ever been,” you blurt out.

It makes him pause for a moment. Not in shock, just contemplation.

“Wow. Really?” he questions, the soft curve of his brows furrowed in disbelief.

You can't help but giggle at his tone. Maybe it's the antibiotics making you a little loopy, but how he's looking at you is also incredibly funny.

“I mean, yeah,” you reason, “Sure, sex with you is great, but this might be better.”

Jack just smiles and gets back to work. Mostly because he knows it isn't true; nothing tops the sex you have together. That shit's spiritual. But also, because he doesn't fully get it. He's never understood the appeal that apparently comes with being in scrubs.

Although he's deciding to back down, you need a clean-cut victory. You want him to actually understand.

“Hey, it's totally like when you spend an hour staring at my ass while I make dinner. It's mostly just that, but it's also you appreciating my cooking and how well I do my job,” you explain. “It's attractive!”

“Yeah. Sure, I can see it,” he concedes. It's a win you'll take.

There's a long pause. Just the sounds of the surgical tools in his hands filling the space between you. He's busy taking care of your finger, obviously, but you can also tell he's pondering what you just said.

“You like taking care of people,” is all Jack comes up with. You're more than able to fill in the rest, though.

“It's what I love about you.”

He doesn't need to say it. The words are buried in his tone, in the reverence in his eyes, in the gentleness of his touch on your arm, even though he knows you can't even feel it right now.

So, you nod, and come up with one of your own, “And you are immune to panic. If I hadn't known any better, I'd say you haven't experienced a day of dread in your life.”

That earns you another smile. It takes him five minutes to come up with another thing to say.

The procedure takes much longer than you'd previously expected. Neither you nor Jack were too bothered by that. Anyone passing by with snacks or words of encouragement definitely found how you and Jack went back and forth, subtly trying to one-up each other with your compliments, incredibly cheesy.

The hours you spent in the ER recliner, with Jack hunched over your hand, meticulously gluing you back together, were a love letter to your long-lasting relationship. One you'll cherish for as long as you still have the tip of your left thumb attached to your hand.

[itscamile222]

My biggest shifting advice

the time I got closer to shifting (I'm almost a 99% sure I didn't shift that day bc I had to go while I was attempting to shift) was ironically, when I forgot I was trying to shift. Let me explain.

I was a bit sleepy, I was imagining I was there and enjoying being there in the 4d. I almost forgot I was trying to shift, bc I was so focused on my imagination that I only got distracted a few times when I felt my surroundings different, and then went back at my imagination.

So here's the tip: be there in imagination, to the point you forget about your CR, and the fact that you are attempting to shift. When everyone says "focus on the 4d, forget about the 3d" this is what (for me) they mean. Meaning for "focus on the 4d" that you embody yourself with your imagination, reaching the point you are enjoying it that much to forget you are ("not") there. That's the way you forget the 3d. That's the way you detach from your Cr.

As an extra tip, I recommend you to imagine the place where you'll wake up (that's what I did)

happy shifting:)

[the-weeping-dawn]

Worse.

It's hardly even a special change, just worse. Messier. Braided back more often, braids things into it more often to make up for the general mess admittedly..Even when back in Baldur's Gate hardly has time to get it as straight as it was before leaving in the few evening hours. Probably does grow the small bit of shitty facial hair Drow are able forgetting and not paying much attention to it.

The last bits of civility at the worst of his and Astarion's shit is held only because they have to share a limited amount of toner in the shadowcurse before getting back to the city. If either of them start having slightly too yellow hair every would assume one is going to murder the other any day.

Tav and tell #8

What would be the hair change would your Tav have over the time of the game? What would be the companions reaction?

[raining-anonymously]

sorry but i NEED to talk about how heavily curly is implied to have poor mental health.

in our first scene as him, he’s spacing out, staring off to the side, despite actively being in conversation with anya. this could very well be dissociation.

anya then says that she wishes he would open up more. this is in the context of a psych evaluation, so the implication is that she believes curly is holding back mental/emotional struggles.

the whole blood lake scene. i personally didn’t interpret that as a diegetic hallucination, but it still certainly speaks to curly’s mental health! yes, it’s supposed to be a red herring over the cause of the crash and has all sorts of symbolism to do with the wider story, but i believe it’s meant to represent an anxiety attack, which is repressed when curly reaches the cockpit in the white void. the sudden build-up of noise and anxiety-inducing visuals feels a lot like my own anxiety.

“standing on the edge of a bridge with your feet in cement.” this an interesting line that i’ve seen a lot of interpretations of, but in my mind it implies suicidal ideation. yes, “feet in cement” brings up cement shoes, which are traditionally a murder method, but “standing on the edge of a bridge” has heavy implications of jumping off. curly does not deny jimmy’s assessment of him whatsoever. it’s interesting that this is coming from jimmy, who is shown in multiple scenes pre-crash to be attuned to curly’s emotional state enough to recognize when he’s distressed before anyone else. (edit: jimmy calls back to this statement when he’s planning on crashing the ship, saying he “gets it now” and furthering the implication that he believes curly is suicidal.)

“i’m just working on my life being a place i don’t have to fucking escape!” generally, people who are emotionally and mentally healthy do not feel the need “to fucking escape” their lives. this is also the ONLY time in the game that curly raises his voice at jimmy (edit: forgot about “what the fuck did you do?”).

curly has another weird anxiety musical sting while cutting the cake.

while heading to jimmy in the final sequence before the crash, curly has his least subtle anxiety attack, with his heart audibly pounding in the soundtrack. after jimmy leaves, curly can be heard breathing heavily to calm himself down.

curly’s “take responsibility,” “kills 99% percent,” “take care of it,” “system failure,” and “safety” flashes come across as bursts of anxiety.

he shuts down during intense conversations, which— apart from being a sign of trauma/abuse— can be a sign of anxiety or dissociation.

he has serious trouble sleeping, which can often be wrought by anxiety, depression, and other mental health issues.