#chik-lit

[itstrizh17]

DONDE COINCIDIMOS - SINOPSIS (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1319542136-donde-coincidimos-sinopsis?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=ItsTrizH17&wp_originator=nbMO8tY76IOJFzhO5BQlIW96M1pDca5GsEONnz6umY7S5G1wo2A8MBgkff0MzY22YY7E9j1Ya%2BYS0nzNpdOmQdyuj9KV7%2BFk0HwqEMOC2M2ShrkETUESF05lE1lzH2LK Un divorcio se da por las buenas o las malas. De cualquier manera Nebraska Grey jamás se imaginó que se divorciaría a la semana de haberse casado con quien creía era el amor de su vida. Luego de tanto sufrir lo conoció a él, Edward Lewis, el chico con el que las cosas se daban tan facil que resultaba irreal. Pero no todo es color de rosas, la vida les tenía sus dificultades y secretos seguían apareciendo. Querían alejarse, pero sin quererlo siempre volvían Donde Coincidian. Comienzo a publicar el 1 de Marzo

[lostcybertronian]

MegaSound Week - Day 2

Thanks to @mega-wave-superior for throwing this shindig.

I switched Day 2's "Power" with Day 3's "Rage" cause it worked better for what I was trying to accomplish.

Prompt: Rage/Loss

The battle raged below Earth’s dying sun, flashing arcs of neon blue, purple, and red in sharp contrast to the horizon’s deepening navy. Wildfires flickered and flared across the demolished forest, sending up columns of smoke visible for miles around.

Soundwave dipped in and out of them, the Jackhammer’s artillery chewing up the air around him. For an ugly, clunky ship it was resilient; Soundwave’s squadron of Eradicons were long gone and yet it remained, unwavering in its quest to finish the job and gain complete air superiority. 

What a fool. 

He spiraled up, Jackhammer following. The night-cold air rushed over his sleek, aerodynamic frame as the battle shrank behind him, Megatron and all the rest becoming so many ants. He felt the scorch of blaster fire heat his left wing, and barrel rolled to the right just in time to take a direct shot to his rear thruster.

Chik-chk-chk-chk. Energon and sparks flew, ignited, lit up the darkened sky as he tipped into a nosedive. Soundwave compulsively transmitted a static burst across the comms channel but it was too little, too late to stop what was happening. 

Helms turned as the Jackhammer arced up, and Soundwave went down.

—

Every mech on the battlefield saw Soundwave transform in mid-air and fall, arms held wide like it could help mitigate the pull of gravity. Every mech saw the Jackhammer fire another shot, then another, striking him in the back, destabilizing his descent. He tumbled. 

Every Decepticon heard his desperate bid for aid, broadcasted over the channel.

Megatron howled his fury. He delivered a devastating kick to Optimus’s chest and leapt up, transforming. “You’ll regret this Prime! Decepticons, fall back!”

He shot toward Soundwave’s crash site as the rest of his troops took flight, unable now to groundbridge now that their communications chief was down.

And all the Autobots could do was watch.

[priscilla9993]

My history teacher back in high school had the most dim half lit classroom and a rollercoaster way of speaking to make facts and presidents sound fun. What I remember most now, other than the stale air, how he’d throw a plush school bus around to get students engaged in answering, and random polls on kfc vs chik-fil-a, was Halloween season.  Unlike other mornings, he wasn’t around and the classroom lights were the dimmest they’d ever been, but lo and behold, there was a skeleton sitting where nobody ever sat. Not just any skeleton, one with a neon pink wig and an audacious pink blouse. Once the bell rang, a cackle pierced the air and with it, laser eyes. It woke me up like the dead bc I don’t know how ppl have energy at 8 am. Some classmates screamed while I was dying of laughter. And from out underneath the table, popped the teacher, all too happy to push the button again and introduce the skeleton. 

[keluang-hijau]

Translation

Bunga Mas (lit: "Golden Flowers")

are tribute (presentation) sent every three years to the King of Siam from his colonial territories in Tanah Melayu (Malay Peninsula / Malaya), especially Terengganu, Kelantan, Kedah, Patani, Perak, Nong Chik, Yala and Ra-ngae.

The giving of tribute since the ruler of Kedah in the 17th century was considered a sign of friendship and the King of Siam considered it a recognition of their power.

However, this practice ended with the Anglo-Siamese Treaty of 1909, where three states under Siam were handed over to the British.

Sireh Junjung

According to Malay custom, sirih junjung (floral arrangement made from betel leaves) is a must in every engagement or wedding ceremony.

In addition to being the highlight and complement of the ceremony, it also carries an implicit meaning, which is to symbolize the rich experience of married life between husband and wife.

The heart-shaped betel leaf means a noble heart, courageous, not easily discouraged and humble.

Betel leaf that is composed with an assortment of several other ingredients such as gambier, lime (chalk), betel nut, tobacco and cloves in which if eaten, will give a sweet, sour, bitter and salty taste.

Bunga Telur (lit: "Egg Flower") And Pahar (a traditional pedestal)

is a traditional element that is important in the wedding ceremony of Malay people.

In Malay tradition, the eggs in the egg flower are symbolic of fertility and birth.

In general, "egg flower" refers to the egg that is tied to the flower arrangement and it is poked in yellow glutinous rice and placed on the left and right of the bridal dais.

In addition, egg flowers are used as souvenirs given to guests.

Gandik Diraja (Royal Jewellery)

has been the official tiara of the King and Queen Agong since 1957.

It symbolizes the sovereignty of the monarchy in our country. Gandik Diraja is worn on the crest of the Permaisuri Agong (Queen).

Made of white gold with "awan larat" (moving clouds) flower motifs and fully studded with diamonds. In the middle, there is a crescent moon with a star, which symbolizes Islam as the official religion.

This jewellery is worn by the Queen in Royal ceremonies and necessarily during the Installation Ceremony of His Majesty The Yang Di-Pertuan Agong. This jewellery is specially made so that it can be cut into pendants and brooches.

However, for the National Costume Miss International Malaysia 2023, the designer took inspiration from the Gandik Diraja which was given a modern touch with a gold finish, so that it is in line with the overall style to depict the wealth and symbol of women's power (Women Empowerment).

Cucuk Sanggul (a hair-bun accessory)

is an accessory for Malay, Chinese and Indian women. The top of the accessory is usually carved with interesting and luxurious-looking decorations.

There is a pattern of creeping leaves or flowers to highlight the beauty of the wearer. Cucuk sanggul is also made of copper, silver, "suasa" (mix of gold and copper) and gold. And there are also cucuk sanggul that are studded with gemstones.

In the olden days serikandi (heroines) used cucuk sanggul as a short weapon to defend themselves like kerambit or Lawi Ayam.

Bunga Tanjung (Flower of Spanish Cherry)

is a white and small flower, fragrant and the tree is tall and round.

It was the official flower during the Selangor Sultanate and became the official identity of the courtiers and nobles since long ago.

This flower is also used as a women's hair accessory that is inserted to a bun in addition to giving fragrance and confidence to the wearer.

The designer took the inspiration of this flower and made it into earrings with Bunga Tanjung motif to depict confidence, earnestness and faith.

Kipas Tekat (lit: "Embroidered Fan")

and "Sulaman Tekat", "Seni tekat", "seni sulam" or "bersuji '' is the art of embroidering gold thread on a base cloth, usually velvet.

The National Costume designer this time applied a gold thread embroidery element to show the wearer's luxury and elegance.

The origin of the tekat element is linked to the details on the clothes and equipment of the Royal family and the ornaments in the palace.

Until today, the art of tekat is still preserved and implemented in the tradition of Perak and Negeri Sembilan, especially in Di-Raja ceremonies, dignified ceremonies and wedding ceremonies such as embroidery on thrones and bridal fans.

The art of tekat was traced as early as the 15th century, which was during the majesty of the Malay Sultan of Melaka. This art of embroidery can also be seen among the Chinese community who are descended from the Baba Nyonya Melaka race.

Songket

or "sungkit" is a kind of woven fabric originating from Terengganu and is famous around the Nusantara (Maritime Southeast Asia archipelago).

Songket is also found in Malaysia, Indonesia, Brunei, Thailand and Vietnam with different names and motif patterns.

Songket is also usually styled at official events, weddings, festivals or parties, especially worn by the nobility, royal families and state dignitaries.

The subtlety of weaving and the complexity of songket pattern motifs and colors reflect a person's rank and position.

Malaysia's songket fabric has received international recognition by the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) in the UNESCO Intangible Cultural Heritage Representative category in the 16th session in Paris, France.

Songket as a royal dress is also mentioned in Abdullah bin Abdul Kadir's manuscript in 1849.

Bunga Tangan (lit: "Hand Flower")

coloured in golden are a stylish addition to brides.

Taking inspiration from 'Bunga Mas', it is made into a luxurious Hand Flower so that the bride's style looks more elegant, stylish and enhancing the dress.

Miss International Malaysia 2023 National Costume

"The Glory of PERMAISURI" created by Faizal Azhar Inspired by combination of culture and heritage, become a mega fashion with various elements called PERMAISURI to depict a WOMEN EMPOWERMENT. Assimilated from elements such as Songket, Bunga Mas, Bunga Telur & Pahar, Gandik Diraja, Cucuk Sanggul, Sulaman Tekat, Bunga Tangan, Sire Junjung and Bunga Tanjung are symbolic of CUSTOMS and TRADITIONS that have been preserved from the past until now and become a NATIONAL TREASURE.

[hquokkah]

Closeted Gays (Minsung)

- (A SKZ Minsung Fanfic based from my poll on twt (@hquokkah)!! DISCLAIMER: This is not meant to be taken seriously in any way. I wrote this just for fun.)

A fanfic scenario where two boys, Han Jisung and Lee Minho get accidently stuck in a decently sized closet because of clean up duty.

“Why is this so fucking...big?!”

“What else would you expect?”

Jisung barely kept his balance as he carried his end of a large box with Minho. “Of course we had to get put on cleaning duty…” He grumbled. This was certainly the perfect activity to be doing with your crush.

“We are part of the Student Council. Of course it’s our duty to clean after the party, lazy ass.” Chan scolded, opening the storage closet for them. “Felix, you can put the table cloths in that box over there.”

“Got it.” Felix chirped, putting the items into place.

“CHAN!” A voice called out from the hallway.

Chan jumped, startled at the sudden yell of his name.

“Is everything all right Hyunjin?”

“EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT MY ASS?! CHANGBIN ACCIDENTALLY LIT THE DECORATIONS ON FIRE WITH A LIGHTER AND POTATO CHIPS.”

“HE WHAT?! THAT SHIT COST ALMOST $500-”

“Why is that such a Changbin thing to do?” Minho muttered, moving further in with Jisung to find a spot for the box.

Hyunjin blinked at him. “So you're telling me you’re not the least bit concerned?”

“Pfft! If I was super concerned I’d look like Chan right now.” He laughed, glancing at the older man running a hand through his hair and hitting his head against the wall.

“Um,” Felix started, “Do you guys think we should help him? What if he burns the school dow-”

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“CHANGBIN WHY’D YOU SPILL THE CHIPS ON THE FLOOR WHAT THE FU-” Seungmin distantly shouted.

“-NOT THE FIRE ALARM?!” Jeongin interrupted.

“CHANGBIN…” Chan warned, running down the corridor with Hyunjin and Felix.

“Oh my god, my back is being a bitch.” Jisung groaned, setting the box down.

“You're old.”

“BUT YOU’RE OLDER THAN ME??”

Slam. Click!

“What the fuck was that-” Jisung muttered, turning around.

The red storage closet door faced him, if doors could talk this one would be laughing it’s ass off.

“No. NO!” The boy shouted, running towards it and slamming his hands against the door. “LET US OUT! LET US FREE! OR ELSE I’LL RATE THIS PLACE 0 STARS! FUCK YOUUU!!”

“Um, maybe try pulling down on the handle?” Minho sighed, moving over to him. “It’s literally the first thing you should’ve don-”

He frowned, staring down at the metal handle as he repeatedly pulled down on it.

Chik. Chik. Chik.

“Well, fuck.”

It was Minho’s turn to bang on the door. “I DIDN’T PAY FOR THIS HELLHOLE TO GET STUCK IN THE FUCKING CLOSET HELLO? LET ME OUT OR I’LL BEAT YOUR FLAT ASS!”

“WOW. So it’s let ‘me’ out and not ‘us’ for you? Psh. Okay then.” Jisung pouted.

“It’s called priorities!!”

Jisung had his head in his hands at this point. He was stuck in a decently sized storage closet. With his friend Lee Minho. Well, more like a love interest. 

What is this? A K-Drama? Jisung inwardly groaned, feeling butterflies already.

“Whatever! We’re stuck. What are we supposed to do now?!” Jisung sighed. “I have zero signal.”

“Find a way out.”

“And how, genius?”

“Well, first- Check if that window is open.” Minho said, gesturing to the rectangular window at the top of the wall.

“It’s too high up.”

“Let me get on your shoulders.”

“Bitch?? Do you think I’m letting you rub your dirty sneakers on my cute new sweater?”

“In this case when we’re stuck in a medium to small sized storage closet? Yes?”

“Nope. Cause like you said! It’s called priorities!!” Jisung grinned, mimicking his tone.

“Finee. Then hurry up and get on me.” The other boy grumbled.

“Happily.” Jisung smiled, climbing on and suddenly raised into the air. He felt Minho’s hands on his thighs steadying him as they moved towards the window. Jisung couldn’t help but notice the boy’s brown hair, looking so soft and fluffy as if it was literally the softest thing in the world. 

Why the hell does this look so unbearably fluffy? Jisung thought. Oh my god Jisung, focus on escaping not your crush’s hair. Touch it. DON'T TOUCH IT. Touch it, coward. NO! 

“What’re you doing?” Minho asked quizzically from below.

“TOUCH IT.” 

“Ji?”

Jisung’s could feel his cheeks coated with heat in embarrassment. 

“I spaced out, sorry…” He muttered apologetically, thanking god that Minho couldn’t see him right now.

“Well then pay attention.” Minho smirked.

“Pay attention to deez nuts-”

“Shut the fuck up or I will drop you.” Minho said, spinning around to “scare” him.

“Okay Okay! I’ll stop with the jokes!” Jisung giggled, holding on to Minho tightly to keep from falling.

Minho giggled in unison at the other’s contagious laughter. “Liar. But I’ll let this pass just because it’s you.” His eyes widened as he said this, shutting his mouth.

“...Because we’re close and all.” He quickly added, fighting off a blush. “ If you were Hyunjin I’d probably um, drop kick you.” 

“Good to know.” Jisung smiled, reaching towards the window. 

It was old and beginning to rust, two latches on the right side to pull on if anyone wanted to open it up, which from the looks of it, seems like it hasn’t been opened in years.

“Should I try pulling on these latches?” He asked.

“Don’t do anything, obviously.” Minho replied in a sarcastic tone.

Jisung grabbed the first latch, and pulled with all his strength he could possibly summon. After he began to feel like giving up, it swung open with a loud Clank!

“One...down..” He panted, rubbing his reddening hands. “I don't even know if I can manage to pull the second one. But I’ll try.”

“Be careful.” The other boy cautioned.

The second handle, as Jisung would describe it, could be called nothing other than a:

Bitch.

It did not budge even the slightest bit, no matter how much Jisung yanked, tugged, cursed, it didn’t move.

“I'M GIVING YOU ONE LAST CHANCE. OPEN UP OR I’LL EAT YOU ALIVE.”

“Jisung, it’s a fucking latch-”

“NO ONE ASKED, PRETTY BOY.” Jisung retorted, not giving a fuck about anything currently due to a slab of “good for nothing metal” as he thought it to be. (It’s for security reasons)

Rubbing his hands against his sweater, he held the metal in his hand and pulled with, if possible, more strength than he could muster.

But. It. Wouldn’t. Fucking. Budge.

With one last tug of effort, Jisung felt his hand slip and felt his body be sent backwards off balance.

“ACK-” Minho sputtered as he felt himself falling backwards.

Thump!

“Oomph!”

Jisung opened his eyes and looked around. He seemed to have landed in a big box of party streamers. Trying to sit up, he felt a weight on the lower half of his body. “What the fuck…” He muttered, as the weight shifted and began to move. 

Suddenly the brown hair he stared at earlier popped up in front of his face. “Jisung? Are you alright?” The voice sounded, twirling his head to survey the room.

“Right behind you.” Jisung laughed.

Minho spun around and his handsome face twisted into an expression of relief. “Thank god. I thought I might’ve accidentally squished you.” 

Jisung felt himself blush as he stared back at him. Something about Minho being worried about him just made him feel touched. Usually Minho would have teased anyone to the point of no return. That was just Minho’s way of showing he cared.

But he's openly worried about me. Why? Maybe he likes me too? No- No- don’t assume things Jisung!! Shut up brain.

“Could you get off me? I’d like to get out of this box before I turn 50.” 

“You already look 50.”

“I will beat you up-”

Minho grinned and tried to get on his feet, but he felt himself tugged back. “Ji, if you wanted me to get off you, why are you pulling me back?”

“Me pulling you? Min, you’re literally pulling my hand right now, do you really like me that much?”

Minho spun to face Jisung. “Who told you? Was it Hyunjin? Chan? Seungmin?!”

“I was joking…”

“YES. I knew that, I was joking too…” Minho giggled nervously, flustered at his stupid mistake. 

He looked downward to see his wrist was tangled with Jisung’s by several party streamers. 

So this explains why we’re stuck.

Why we’re stuck.

We’re stuck. Together.

“Jisung, how’d you feel about being handcuffed together for an entire day?”

“HANDCUFFED WHAT NOW?!”

Minho held up their wrists.

“That depends. Do you have a handcuff kink or something?”

“DO I WHAT?!” 

“ANYWAYS. Just get up and I’ll try to at the same time.”

Minho nodded, beginning to rise.

Jisung struggled to get to his feet, having been the most tangled by the streamers out of them both.

“Here. Let me help.” Minho said, grabbing Jisung’s hand.

“Wait no, my foot’s stuck- I SAID WAI-”

Jisung stumbled forwards at the sudden force pulling him up, he tried to step out of the box but the streamer made him fall forward instead. In an attempt to catch himself he wrapped an arm around Minho and landed his face in the other’s chest.

Minho stumbled a few steps backwards yet managed to grab on to Jisung’s waist and steadied them both.

Both of them stood in silence for about a minute, before Jisung’s face resurfaced from Minho’s chest and stared up to meet his face instead.

“BITCH, I SAID WAIT!”

“Pfft.”

Minho’s familiar laugh echoed around the storage closet.

“Sorry Ji. You looked so cute.”

This just made Jisung’s face even more redder. “Well, how would you feel if you face planted into your crush’s titties?” He spoke, not even stopping himself.

Minho blinked at him, and smiled.

“Well, I didn’t faceplant into your man titties, so how would I know what that feels like?”

“You have a crush on me…?”

“Yeah. And you have a crush on me, don’t you?”

Jisung felt a million butterflies flying in his stomach now. It was like they were having a party.

“I didn’t...I didn’t expect this to be how I confess to you-” Jisung smiled.

“Me either.” Minho grinned, his giggles coming back.

“Han Jisung, I don’t think I love you, I know I do.”

“And I know I love you too.” Jisung reached with his free hand and ran it through Minho’s fluffy brown hair. 

Finally!

“In fact,” Jisung started, leaning his face closer to Minho as the other boy grabbed the hand that toyed his hair. “All I ever wanna be is somebody to you.”

Minho closed his eyes, and Jisung followed.

Their lips were a centimeter apart, and just as they were about to seal the space between them-

“You two are what would be literal closted gays.” Hyunjin said, standing in the doorway.

The duo swung their heads to face the unexpected guest, wordless and red flushing their faces.

“You always talked about confessing to Jisung, but I didn’t think you’d do it in a closet.” Seungmin muttered, peeking in.

“HOW DID YOU- HOLD IT.” Jisung yelled, practically pulling Minho towards the group standing in the doorway. “YOU GUYS LOCKED US IN HERE. FOR HOURS.”

“By accident. Because someone here named Seo Changbin was about to burn this building to the ground.” Felix smiled, ignoring the boy’s glare.

“It was only for 30 minutes. Apparently that was enough to get you two to have a make out session.” Chan laughed.

“30 MINUTES?”

“We were NOT about to have a make-out session!” Jisung and Minho shouted at the same time.

“Why don’t you two homos come out of the closet already.” Jeongin giggled, opening the door wide enough for them to walk through.

“You guys are so mean.” Jisung pouted, walking out.

“Let’s go get our wrists unstuck.” Minho said, glaring at the others and pulling Jisung with him.

“Minho?”

“Yeah?”

“Honestly, I don’t mind being stuck like this.”

“I don’t think I care about being stuck much either. As long as I’m stuck with 

you.”

[nas-is-likee]

sabzeh(سبزه) wheat, barley or lentil sprouts growing in a dish - symbolizing rebirth

samanu (سمنو)- a sweet pudding made from wheat germ - symbolizing affluence

senjed (سنجد)- the dried fruit of the oleaster tree - symbolizing love

seer (سیر)- garlic - symbolizing medicine

seeb (سیب)- apples - symbolizing beauty and health

somaq (سماق)- sumac berries - symbolizing (the color of) sunrise

serkeh (سرکه)- vinegar - symbolizing age and patience

sonbol (سنبل)- the fragrant hyacinth flower (the coming of spring)

sekkeh (سکه)- coins (prosperity and wealth)

traditional Iranian pastries such as baghlava (باقلوا), toot (mulberry) (توت), naan-nokhodchi (chik-peas)(نان نخودچی)

dried nuts and fruits, berries and raisins, called "Aajeel" (آجیل)

lit candles (enlightenment and happiness)

a mirror (self reflection and introspection)

decorated eggs, one for each member of the family (fertility)

a bowl with goldfish (life, and the sign of Pisces which the sun is leaving)

a crystal bowl of water with an orange in it (the earth floating in space)

rose water for its magical cleansing powers

the national colours, (green-white and red) for patriotic heritage

[crisrf1986]

Lectura Conjunta: La escritora que se olvidó de ser Best Seller de Marta Martín Girón

Lectura Conjunta: La escritora que se olvidó de ser Best Seller de Marta Martín Girón

La lectura conjunta del mes de septiembre fue La escritora que se olvidó de ser Best Seller de Marta Martín Girón. Una novela chik lit que narra los quebraderos de cabeza de una escritora al escribir su obra.

Sinopsis:

A sus treinta y tantos años, Jane se encuentra ante el mayor punto de inflexión de su vida: recién divorciada, con telarañas en la cuenta bancaria y viviendo en el…

[meow-clops]

[1.10]

It was hard work today. I wrote three columns for web magazine. I like writing.

So I want to write for my blog but I need to move my blog to other server from present server. So I didn’t write it now.

I want to be a book blogger about English books, and book tuber, book stagrammer. lol

I admire English books long time. There are many great fantasy books and chik lit. I want to read these in English and write reviews in English.

nana

[mythiica]

Could I get some victor x mc where he is confronting that girl that told mc victor is hers? (I imagine mc is very hesitant to enter a relationship with victor shes super famous she could ruin my company so easily ect ect)

Fandom: Mr. Love Queen’s Choice

Character: Victor

Genre: romance!

Warnings: none

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience 

Word Count: 659 words

POV: second person

You clutch the bag with puddings and push the button for the top floor – Victor’s office. He doesn’t know that you’re coming to pay him a visit, but you really hope that he’ll enjoy the surprise because he has been working very hard over the past few days. He had just confirmed a merge with a large overseas company that would surely promote his in different countries. 

          Surely that deserves a few hand-delivered puddings. 

         However, you are not expecting to see Chik waiting at his office door. She trills her fingers on her arm and plays on her phone with the other hand, seemingly annoyed about having to wait. 

         When you and Victor started dating, he gave you permission to knock on his office door at any time (with a few exceptions). Seeing as this did not apply to Chik, you simply stroll up to the door and give it a light rap. 

         She stands up in disbelief and is almost ready to pull you back from the door. “He has a meeting with me next. What do you even think you’re doing here?!” 

         Any confidence you might have had a few moments ago drains from your body. “U-Uh.. I’ve come to give Victor–”

         “I wasn’t looking for an answer; if I was, I’d go look in the trash.” Chik promptly turns around to bang on the door. Before her fist collides with the wood, it opens, and Victor leans against the frame. 

         “Victor!” 

         He looks at her, unimpressed, but then glances at you. His eyes land on the bag and realizes you have his favorite dessert inside. “Is there a reason as to why you are bothering my girlfriend?” 

         Your breath catches in your throat, and you forget to breathe for a moment. It is the first time that he has referred to you as his girlfriend, so you bubble with joy. Anything Chik could say in the moment is unimportant, and you squeal excitedly when Victor reaches over her for your hand. 

         “V-Victor, we’re supposed to have a meeting today to discuss–” 

         “Actually, that is tomorrow. I haven’t the slightest idea why you are here today. I find that calendars are very helpful when it comes to planning.” A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips before he pulls you against his chest. “Unless you cannot come in tomorrow, and that is why you have decided to come today… my next available time is next month. Shall we reschedule to then?” 

         With your hand pressed against his broad chest, you can feel the vibrations of his voice. It calms you as his warmth envelops you. Although you don’t want to admit it, Victor can be damn snarky when he has to be, especially when it comes to putting people in their place. 

         Chik stutters, searching desperately for words, and when she finds none, she turns around and leaves. 

         The moment she turns the corner, Victor lets the door slam shut. “Do you have an appointment, Miss?” There is a teasing lit in his voice as he lowers his head to press a swift kiss to the crown of your head. 

         “Yes!”

         “Oh?” 

         “Emergency pudding meeting. To celebrate the merger!” 

         Victor cannot help but laugh at how serious you are trying to seem. He takes the pudding from your hands to open it. Instead of giving it back, he promptly licks the top of the seal and continues to eat the rest of it. 

         “Hey! That was mine!” 

         “Why do you get a pudding? You did not do anything for the merger.” 

         This earns Victor a pout. 

         Only when he brings your lips close for an apologetic kiss do you smile once more. He tastes like chocolate and a fleck of pudding melts against your tongue. Victor steps back and licks his lips. 

         “Now, on to business, did you bring the papers for your latest show?” 

         You blink slowly. “..Can I bribe you with another pudding?” 

[plaguedaddy420]

Y'all wendys breakfast menu is so good. I got a chicken biscuit sandwhich and it was better than chik fil a (yes I've had the devil's chicken). Even their potatoes are lit.

[thebooksreviewer]

All's fair in love and war! A Bridesmaids Behaving Badly novel, this romantic and down-right hilarious book has been written and perfected by award-winning author, Jenny Holiday.

[autismgavemychildvaccines]

Alright, fuck it.

So, past... Fucking what has it been, 2 months now? I’ve been talking about doing a post on abortion, researching it, splitting every end of the laws that were passed and mocking the men and women who made them, passed them or supported them mercilessly. In fact, still have the outline and notes in another tab. But, it’s been proven by fate or fatigue I’m not going to ever get that fucker done, so instead of just throwing up my hands, I’m just gonna give y’all some facts, resources and the like and stow my opinion for now; it’s the first bits that actually fucking matter at any rate. So, shit’s bad, we all know shit’s bad. Plenty of states are basically ignoring Roe V. Wade, a mountain of academic research, and the majority (roughly 73%) of their populations opinions. Ironically, the bright side to that first bit is, just like how they are basically ignoring Roe V. Wade, if you live in a liberal state, there’s decent odds that your state would outright ignore any abortion ban passed by the supreme court in this decade. I mean c’mon, weed is still technically federally illegal and more states have went and lit a spliff with their mates than ever, and the federal government isn’t doing shit about them (as a state employee who’s told the CDC to eat dicks on 2 occasions in recent memory, I would love to see them try), so at least some women are safe here and have at least some (depending on TRAP [ Targeted Regulations of Abortion Providers] laws, your state may vary) protections and legal access to what should be considered normal medical supplies and procedures.  However, as any political map will tell you, there’s a gigantic, fuck-off red sea where that likely won’t be happening, which is also filled with often the poorest, under-educated, and most likely to be abused populations in the country (another post for all that later). For women in these areas, there’s often a 100+ mile trip to any abortion facility whatsoever, and the added cost of gas, lodging, etc which can turn an already expensive procedure ($300-$1,500 in most cases) to a prohibitively expensive one. And that fucking sucks, and there’s not too much we can really do about it. But that does not by any means make us powerless on this one. 

The easiest thing you can do as an American is be a conscious consumer. That’s right folks, time to weaponize capitalism. You see, these people don’t give a fuck about women or babies or any of that fresh-out-the-sphincter bullshit. But they do care about companies who have “moral values”, a lot. Just look at the “Save Chik-Fil-A bill”, if  they’re willing to bend over backwards and essentially falsify their “christian values” to support a corporation, well, we can use that to our advantage, can’t we?  For example: Georgia. Now, Georgia has a pretty big corporate presence. So, if there was a significant number of people to switch to their competition and let it be known that their home base was why, well, one of two things would happen. 1. The company moves, and it cripples the local economy further or 2. the politicians crumble to their real master’s wishes and overturn the ban, conveniently stating some other reason. Either way, it fucking scares them and should. Maybe if we’re lucky it might shut them up on this “South’ll rise again!” Bullshit. Economics crippled the South the first time, and those folk (southern baptist conservative types)... Well, ain’t they just slow learners?  So by all means, call AFLAC and tell them you’re switching to Geico because Geico doesn’t HQ themselves in an abortion ban state. Fuck Progressive, though. They’re in Ohio, another ban state. Love Coke? Welcome to the Pepsico Side, fucker. Based in NY. Having those Chik-Fil-A or Popeyes Cravings? Son (I use this as a gender neutral term)... You disappoint me. Go get on with your bad self and make some genuine good fried chicken, Goddamn. All of these options are minimal in terms of consumer side impact (may even be cheaper for some), but can have killer repercussions.  Now, what else can you do? Well, there’s always these resources that you can help with that I am shamelessly copy-pasting from a good article from The Cut (Cheers to Amanda Arnold, the original author)  : Donate to local, grassroots organizations.Aside from nationwide organization like Planned Parenthood, NARAL, and the ACLU, there are many smaller reproductive-rights organizations that provide support and resources to people seeking abortion in their states. A few good places to give: • Access Reproductive Care - Southeast: ARC is a volunteer organization that helps families in 12 states across the southeast access reproductive care. • National Network of Abortion Funds: NNAF is a network of more than 80 funds in at least 38 states that seeks to eliminate economic barriers for low-income individuals seeking an abortion. • The Yellowhammer Fund: Based in Alabama, Yellowhammer not only provides funding for abortions at one of the city’s three clinics, but also helps with other barriers to access patients may face, such as travel or lodging. (Yellowhammer is part of NNAF.) • Mississippi Reproductive Freedom Fund: Run entirely by volunteers, the Mississippi Reproductive Freedom Fund helps people access abortion, and provides both support and resources to parents.

• Women Have Options: This Ohio-based organization provides financial assistance and support to low-income patients seeking reproductive care, abortion included. • National Asian Pacific American Women’s Forum: NAPAWF is a multi-issue community-organizing and policy-advocacy organization that fights for policy changes that would benefit women, transgender, and non-binary Asian Americans and Pacific Islanders. • Gateway Women’s Access Fund: Based in Missouri, Gateway provides both educational and financial support to people in the state who can’t afford the full cost of an abortion.

Of course, donating to legal aid to help challenge and overturn these idiot-made laws are also a good idea and can be done with Amnesty International, the ACLU, and more grassroots groups.  Worse comes to worse, we can take a strategy from my homeland. States that allow for abortion drugs and such have grassroots groups that funnel these drugs into areas where they are needed, by using drones to fly over borders, drop the goods and head back out. We’d probably need more discreet methods, because, you know, guns, but what the fuck ever, right? Good starting point.   Lastly, if you or someone you know needs care, there’s a handy resource that made the rounds not too long ago on Tumblr that allowed for discreet sending of abortion drugs, and read as follows: “Both Aid Access and Women on Web are international organizations that send safe and affordable abortion pills to women globally who don’t have access to a safe or affordable abortion. If you have questions or want to know if you qualify please check with Aid Access and Women on Web” - Original post by  zoe-oneesama Anyways, hope to get back to less self-inflicted public health bullshit soon. Help who ya can, love who ya can, all that shit. I’m out. P.S. Don’t forget to vote out these insufferable idiots next election. Your votes and dollars matter equally. Please fucking use them wisely. 

[thesaddestsmile]

I gave chik fil a your name today for my order. By the time I got my food I had forgotten I gave it, and I lit up when I heard your name once more

[3-chimps-taped-together]

yea thats lighthearted and funny, and sometimes annoying, but otherwise forgivable

its fucking hell when chik-fil-a tweets "just yeeted a cock in my pussy girls! #chiken" or some shit. i dont care if my dad says some stupid shit like "lit" or "hella." but i will shoot a man in the head if i see a commercial with the words "gamer" or "epic." i fucking hate things. i am full of hate and violence. i want to kill.

"adults trying to stay "hip" and keep up with youth culture and being years late is so cringey"

adult secret: its all intentional. nothing will prepare you for how fun it is to watch a teenagers face as you dab at them. i will floss when they least expect it and I will love every second of their horror.

[kadee-pn]

5/15/22

1. What went well this week?

This week, I was able to spend more time outside of my room and really enjoy the nice air. I think going outside definitely helped me clear my mind. 

2. What was your greatest accomplishment or favorite memory?

My favorite memory was spending Friday night with my friends. A ton of things happened and I am very grateful to be surrounded with amazing people who I trust. 

3. Who made you smile this week? Why?

This week, I had Chik-Fil-A with my dear friend Jayden. It was not planned at all, but I really enjoyed his company and just having fun chatting about daily happenings and life. Although it’s such a small thing, it made me really happy. 

4. What didn’t go well this week?

I wasn’t able to sleep as much as I wanted to. I think that affected my mood and focus throughout the day. I am hoping to be able to catch up on sleep eventually. 

5. What did you waste time on the most this week?

I wasted time being distracted from my work with my friends, whether over text, call, or in person. I love spending time with them and unfortunately it affects my workflow. 

6. Any negative thoughts or emotions affecting you?

I am very stressed in the homestretch of this quarter. I have a lot of worries regarding school since I am very much behind, as well as club duties. I think there’s just a lot to process in terms of tasks and I haven’t begun to understand what I have to do. 

7. What needs to be done in the upcoming week?

I have a physics midterm on Wednesday, I would like to catch up in all of my classes, do my tasks for my club, and these are all a ton of things that I know will be difficult to complete. However, I am trying to be slow and steady. 

8. Quote that inspired you this week?

“it’s lit!”

Kayla and I went to a TWICE concert together for our JP excursion and it was so so much fun. We had an amazing time together, and I was so honored to take her to her second concert EVER!!!! She really enjoyed seeing them live and dancing with me hehehe. We def spent great quality time and I am super grateful :].