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[i-am-married]

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[mjfsupremacy]

Pictured: Me gently encouraging all my tumblr friends to join bluesky so we can talk about wrestling even more.

[juicezone]

you ever get so distracted searching for a post you made to reference in a fic that you accidentally create a fic directory

[shuririweek]

THAT'S ALL FOLKS! ShuRiriWeek2024!

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Wow wow wow wow wow!!! What an amazing time it's been organizing and participating in the first ever Shuriri Week! Everyone's art has been so amazing, and I hope it's reached new people as well as folks who are already Shuriri fans lol.

Much love to all those who participated in any way, from the fan fictions and fan art, down to the dm's with questions and song recs!

As promised, here's some updates!

⚛︎ - The next Shuriri Week is just around the corner 👀 but before we get there... We'll be voting on what themes and prompts you wanna see next! Voting coming soon! ⚛︎ - In that same vein, send in your poll recommendations and if yours is picked to match a theme day or if it's just a super dope question, you'll be tagged with a special thanks! Since this whole thing came from being part of an amazing fandom, I think a lot of it should come from said fandom! ⚛︎ - Remember to check the #ShuririWeek2024 tag, or search on the blog for the day, theme, prompt or just in general to find all the amazing fics, art and more than people submitted! ⚛︎ - And finally, here's the ShuririWeek2024 fandom curated playlist! From everyone's suggestions, we have over 100 songs! It's certainly a diverse mix lol, but it's a bop! I hope you enjoy! (I'll be doing my best to write all these songs out over the next few weeks so folks can make their own identical Shuriri Week playlists on other streaming apps if you want!) LINK

Stay tuned for more and thank you again so much for participating and celebrating our favorite science gays! First one down, many more to come!!!

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For anything you may have missed, check out the first round of Shuriri Week themes, prompts and rules (Link) or the FAQ! (Link)

much love,

@blacksapphhicmaddonna / @shuririweek

[sheabuttahwrites]

in the Morning

story masterlist Shea Buttah Bakery Masterlist

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sounds// Peabo Bryson - Feel The Fire, Isley Brothers - Spend the Night (Ce Soir), The O'Jays - Forever Mine

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IV.

“Oh, shit. What’s up?” He smiled back and it was even more killer in person. Especially with the surprise of gleaming gold fangs and the matching slugs I could see peeking from behind his bottom lip. I had to remind myself to breathe. “You came.”

“I told you I was on the way.”

“Nah, I thought you was fucking with me.” Laughter took over the conversation as he opened the door a bit wider, stepping aside. “Come on in.”

Hell, I could barely believe I’d shown up myself. I had never really been shy, but he’d brought a boldness out of me that even I hadn’t seen.

When I passed him, I noticed that he was still significantly taller than me in four inch heels. Damn. Not like I wasn't overdue for a climbing lesson anyway. The scent of his cologne was also quite alluring. The woody, smoky fragrance pervaded my senses, warming all the spots that shot had missed. Of course he would smell just as good as he looked. He may not have believed I would be there tonight, but he had damn sure been prepared. 

“I can take your jacket.” 

“Oh, sure.” I went to slip it from my shoulders, but he circled behind me and took the collar into his hands. 

“Here, I got you.” 

Taken aback by his unexpected chivalry, I was stuck watching him walk back to the closet to carefully put it away. 

“This is dope. The gold on here go crazy.”

“Right? I thought the same thing. Had to have it.”

“Good choice.” He grinned as he strolled back over to me. “I like your whole get-up, though. You look good, girl.” The intensity he radiated in person was unreal. His blinding smile. Those piercing brown eyes. The once-over he gave me felt like he was sexing me up already. 

Of course, I was a flustered mess. “Thank you.”

“What’s in the bag?”

I held up my bottle for him to see. “Wine. Actually, could I put it in your fridge?”

“Yeah.” He reached for it, so I gave it to him. Then he nodded to the left. “This way.” 

We left the foyer and I followed him past a gorgeous living area, subtly admiring my surroundings. The height of the ceilings had caught my attention right away. All of it was stunning. Far from the bare walls, futon, and flat screens I had half expected. Off white walls and dark wood floors made up the most of it, but the decor was so sophisticated and refined. I’d already clocked a painting and coffee table that I wanted for myself. I could tell it had been carefully curated. I should've known he would give nothing less. We walked through an arched doorway into a kitchen that made me feel like cooking for some strange reason. Just like everything else I’d seen, it looked like something from a magazine. Shades of gray, black, white and green complemented each other well among all the satiny stainless steel. There were even fresh tulips sitting in the middle of the island. I was giving one of them a smell when he came over, leaning up against the marble counter with me. 

“I put it in the freezer for you.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” Having to look up was already doing something different for me, but the way he was smiling down at me made it so much worse. Prolonged eye contact was his thing, I’d already gathered. It felt like he was staring into my soul. Whew! “I’m glad you came.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Not every day something this fine just lands on your doorstep.”

My head dropped into a faint laugh. “Baby, you ain't gotta butter me up. I’m already here.”

“I ain't tryna do nothing of the sort. I meant what I said.”

“Ok. So, you just be up in here by yourself?”

“Most of the time, yeah.”

I smacked my lips, less than convinced. “Yeah, aight.”

“You a trip,” he chuckled.

“Nah, you the one.”

“How?”

“Nothing. Don’t worry ‘bout it,” I said, grinning as I waved him off. 

“I got no reason to lie, mama. Like you said, you already here.” He wet his bottom lip before moving his eyes down my body once more. I shuddered. “I really don’t be having company like that, though. I know it might not seem like it, but I’m usually a pretty private person. I don’t like too many people in my business.”

“So, why you breaking all your rules for me then?”

“I don’t know…” He leaned a little closer. “Just something about you.” 

I rolled my eyes through the inevitable smile that followed his and that sly admission. “You know what, I know I just gave it to you to put away, but could I pour myself a glass?”

“Oh, yeah. Fasho.” He walked back over to the freezer and pulled out my bottle. Then he went to a cabinet for a wine glass before taking an electric corkscrew from a drawer. Once the bottle was open, he stepped back, presenting it all to me with an outstretched hand. 

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

I poured myself a big glass, just low enough to prevent any spills while I walked.

“You only brought one glass. You don't want any?” 

“Nah. I’m more of a Hennessy man, myself.”

“Aah, ok.”

“I can put it back for you, though.”

“I think I’ma just keep it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, this is good enough.”

“Aight.” He reclaimed his position at the island. “So, um, I feel like you breaking some of your rules for me, too.” 

“…Maybe,” I said, after finishing a big sip. 

“How you get so brave?”

I frowned. “Why you saying that like you about to chop me up and plaster me into your walls?”

“Damn, girl.” I cracked at the sudden shock that appeared on his face and we laughed so hard. “I’m just saying. You know women ain’t safe out here. Especially Black women.”

“Yeah, my girl wanted me to stay home real bad. But I don't know. Sometimes you just gotta take a chance. Plus, you didn't give me serial killer vibes. Didn’t see a windowless van on the premises either, sooo…”

His smile was beaming as we shared another laugh. “You funny.”

I shrugged a shoulder, preparing for my next sip. “So I’ve been told.”

He waited for me to finish before he motioned his head toward where we had just come from. “Come on.” Then he turned to walk off, and, once again, I followed. 

“And, anyway, for all you know, I could be crazy.”

Without hesitation, he replied, “Oh, I can take you.”

I gasped in false disbelief. “Excuse you. I could have weapons of mass destruction.”

“What? Like a chainsaw?” 

He glanced back at me as we neared the stairs and I busted out laughing. “Now that wasn't even me. My girl put that one in my head.”

“What she think, I’m Leatherface?”

“Shit, you never know nowadays.”

“You ‘bout right. But you can let her know you in good hands.”

“I figured as much.”

He smiled, stopping at the stairs. “After you,” he said, holding his arm out for me to step ahead of him.  

After giving him my bottle, I grabbed the glass railing with my freed hand. I made my way up the curved staircase, swaying my little bit of booty in case he was watching, and losing count of how many steps I was taking. 

“You better catch me if I fall.”

“I got you.” I laughed to myself as we finally reached the top. I waited for him to take the lead again and he came around me, settling his hand on my waist. “This way, mama.”

A floral, citrusy scent met me as soon as I stepped into his bedroom. Probably from the candles lit in various spots all around it. They also provided the light, along with two lamps on the wall framing the head of his bed. “It smells so good in here.”

“I tried to hook it up for you a lil bit.”

“I like it.” The click of my heels on his gray hardwood floors was briefly muted as I strutted onto an oversized circular rug en route to his bed. The couch was nice and spacious, but the bed was much more inviting. The comforter looked cloudlike and the corner of the sheet that was exposed looked fresh. It was huge, too. Likely out of necessity. I sat on the edge and stared over at the window wall across from me as I took a feel. It was just as comfortable as I’d presumed, maybe even more. “Why you way over there? You got—what you called me?—‘something this fine’ all in your bed, and you just gon’ stand there?”

He smiled. “Yeah. That’s what I said.”

“Come here then.”

“You on my side, though,” he teased, swaggering toward me in his crisp white tee and gray joggers.

I kicked my shoes off before sliding myself to the opposite side. “Better?”

“Much.” He came over and sat against the fluted headboard as I sat just a couple feet away from him. At that point, I took my phone from my purse and killed the power. I was not about to let anybody spoil my night. “What kind of music you like?”

“I’m an R&B junkie.”

“Ok.” He picked up his phone, plugged up on the table beside him. “Let me guess. 90’s and early 2000’s, right?”

“Duh! I love my oldies, too, though.”

“Word?”

“Yes. I spent the first fourteen years of my life almost exclusively with my grandparents. They blessed me.”

“Ok. What you know about this then?” After a couple taps, ‘Spend The Night’ by The Isley Brothers began to play. 

“Boy, what? This my shit.” 

“…You grooving your ass off, this really your shit.”

I howled, because I hadn’t even realized. Maybe it was the near-emptiness of my glass that had my shoulders and waist moving without my knowledge. 

“Anyway. So, what’s your favorite genre?”

“My music taste kinda eclectic. I like a lil bit of everything.”

“Like what?”

“Funk. Bounce. Jazz.”

“Okayyy.”

“R&B,” he continued, making sure to look me in the eye for that one. “House.”

“Ooh, I love House.”

“Yeah. But that’s just a few.”

I nodded. “Ok, next question.”

“What’s up?”

“Why you sit my bottle so far awaaaay?” I whined, staring longingly toward his dresser as I went to leave the bed. He laughed. 

“My bad. I’ll get it for you.”

“I’m just messing with you. I got it.” I walked over to fill my glass again, bobbing my head to my jam. 

“You mind if I smoke?”

“This your place, baby. You can do whatever you want.”

“Yeah, but you my guest. And, if I’m a bad host, you might not wanna come back.”

I squinted up at him, twisting my lips to try and hide my smile, but it didn't work. The charm was just too potent. “It’s cool. Spark up.”

“Aight.” 

He leaned over and reached into his top drawer for this little box. I couldn't see inside it, but he pulled out a pre-rolled joint and I just assumed that there were more. This nigga was a stoner in the truest sense. 

The level of my glass was starting to fall again and the wine had to be going straight to my feet. Instead of returning to my seat, I opted for a cute little two-step and a couple of slow spins, quietly singing along with Mr. Biggs and Angela Winbush between sips. The song sounded better than it ever had. 

“I’m glad I chose this cut.” 

I opened my eyes to see that Yahya had changed his position, lying back on his elbows at the edge of the bed and facing me. It took all I had to keep it together. My face was on fire. “Why?”

He smacked his lips at me and took a long drag from the J. I giggled as he aimed his face toward the ceiling to release the smoke, promptly sucking it back into his mouth before it could get away. “I think you know why.” He brought his eyes back down to mine, smiling while smoke rolled from his lips and nose. 

I returned his smile. Of course I knew. “What that shit taste like?”

“You never smoked before?” he asked with a wrinkled brow.

“Nope. I told you I didn't smoke, remember?”

“Yeah, I know. But you never?”

I shook my head. “Not even once.”

“You wanna try it?”

I bit the inside of my lip, not really sure if I should. The scent of weed was something I usually just tolerated, but this didn’t smell too bad. Either that or my fascination with this man had me highly delusional. Probably. “Mmmm…” Fuck it. Might as well since I was taking a walk on the wild side for the night. Plus, I’d always wanted to try it at least once. Just to see what all the fuss was about. “Yeah.” I shrugged it off and left my glass on a nearby table, but then it hit me that I had been drinking. “Wait. Should I be doing this with alcohol?”

“It ain’t gon’ do nothing to you.”

“But am I really supposed to mix the two?”

He just sat up and reached for me, signaling me over with his fingers. “C’mere.”

I sighed, quelling most of my concerns and taking his hand. He didn’t let me make a single step, pulling me right into his hard chest. He hurried his arm around my waist as my screaming morphed into shared laughs. “Oh my god, don’t do that!” I looked down into his eyes, resting my arms on his shoulders to help get my bearings. The laughter soon faded. Smiles went next. 

“Mmmm,” he groaned, biting his lip with those gold fangs on full display. 

That same breathless feeling that had hit me at my computer, smacked the shit out of me again. Just a hundred times stronger. Seeing his brand of fine this close up was devastating. Everything that looked so damn good from afar held all of its integrity and then some. The beard, the lips, the skin, the teeth. Truly immaculate.

“Youuu… are dangerous.” I capped the sentiment with a giggle, but I was not joking. 

He frowned with a telling grin in the forefront. “What? I’m harmless.” The elevation in his tone further confirmed the lies.

I pushed myself back up to my feet, flustered as fuck and almost hating how he could make me this way so effortlessly. I really had no idea I was so foldable and, though the circumstances were lovely, I didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Fuck that.” 

He laughed and held the joint up to my lips. “Go slow.”

I looked at it and then back to him, still slightly unsure, but I went ahead. The regret was instant. I choked, coughing up what little smoke I had brought in. And, to make matters worse, he had the nerve to be laughing while I was fighting for my life. 

“Naaah, not like that.”

I shook my hanging head. “That’s ok. I don't want to anymore,” I said, fanning myself and trying to catch my breath.

“Come on. I got you.”

I smacked my lips, looking into his half-lidded eyes with my own, and caved without an ounce of pause. Shameful. “...Ok. But, if I don't get it this time, I’m done. And don't laugh.”

“Aight, aight. I won’t laugh.”

“You better not,” I teased, rolling my eyes. 

He brought that shit up to my lips again, but, this time, he rested his free hand on my hip. I didn't pay it much mind. I was more focused on preparing myself for this second pull that was probably about to kill me.

“Go slow.”

I followed his instructions and took a relaxed drag. But I forgot to stop, and this nigga just let me keep going. My eyes popped when I realized what I had done. I stood there, cheeks puffed to the brim, not knowing what the hell to do. Again, Yahya was cracking up. I, on the other hand, started to freak out, groaning frantically and tapping at his arm.

“Just open your mouth, girl.” 

I opened up and the smoke billowed out and began to float away. 

“Now catch it. Inhale.” 

I did what I was told once again and watched as some of it disappeared back into my mouth.

“Ok, hold it… now breathe.”

I let go and, surprisingly, all of it came out without me bringing a lung up with it. “I did it!” I beamed, celebrating my first successful puff of Mary.

“Started off a lil rocky, but you finished strong.” I laughed with him, feeling too triumphant to check him for rejoicing in my struggles. “You wanna hit it again?” he asked, after taking another puff. 

I nodded. I felt like I had it down, but I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. If I could do it two times in a row, that meant I could really do it. Feeling myself, I even took it from his hand when he brought it over to me. 

“Oh, shit. Ok. You a pro now, huh?”

I was too tickled, but in the merriment I still noticed that he had led his newly unoccupied hand down to my other hip. He kneaded his fingers into me, getting a nice, thorough feel. Naturally, my mind began to wander, imagining all the filthy, disgusting things he could do to me with those huge hands. I looked down at him and he was already staring back. His face was the most relaxed it had been all night. He took his gaze down to where my thighs met and I would swear I heard my girl sigh. This man was so fucking sexy it was almost infuriating. I had to look away. I took another successful pull, reveling in all of this delectable sin, and he carefully slid his hands around to my ass. The pungent smell of weed had possessed the air, the taste of the flower and a little wine were sweet on my tongue, and the sensual poetry of love songs gave us all the right directions. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this bad. 

“How you feelin’?”

I opened my eyes, tilted my head and brought my hand up to mimic a chef’s kiss.

“See? Stick with me, I can show you some thangs.” I tucked what was left of the J between his lips and he hit it one last time before sitting it over in the ashtray. Then he pulled me closer. 

I smiled and bit my lip, gently placing my hands to his chest. When I started to back away, he smiled up at me and loosened his grip, but I could tell he didn't really want to let me go. 

“Where you goin’?”

I simply shook my head as I left his grasp. I just wanted to play around with him, make him chase me a little bit. The O’Jays were singing ‘Forever Mine’ and, somehow, I could feel it in my body. Whatever Yahya had for me, I was readyyy! I turned away and clutched the bottom of my shirt with both hands, pulling it up over my head and dropping it to the floor. Not a second later, I could see his reflection in the window standing from the bed. Off came his shirt in one swift motion as he walked, then I felt him slide up behind me. The chase was over. 

With his hands at my sides, I swayed to the hypnotizing melodies, savoring how good his bare skin felt next to mine. “I love this song.” I spoke quietly, fully entranced. My hands found their way to his, and the difference in size fucked me up even more. I was leading them around to where I needed them, when he latched onto the softness of my belly and started to move toward the window. I shuffled the short distance with him until I was standing directly in front of it. He eased his hold on me and grabbed my hand, placing it onto the glass a little above my head. I looked out over his backyard, wondering if any of his neighbors could see us. Part of me hoped someone could as he played around with the waist of my jeans, touching my skin in light whispers. He crept over to the button, undoing it, what felt to be, intentionally slow. My zipper came down at the same chilling pace. With parted lips, I looked toward his hand as I felt it slide into my pants. He started to rub my pussy over my panties and they soaked through on contact, trapping my next breath in my throat. 

“Say. How you like it, mama?” He easily caught the rhythm of my subtle grind. “You like slow and steady?” 

I scratched the glass with his hand still on top of mine, feeling his dick right against my ass. Flames flickered in the near-darkness, but, clearly, we were the hottest in the room. He moved my panties to the side and slipped through the flood until my clit was pounding into the tips of his fingers. A shy moan had barely made it past my lips when he sank them deep. I whimpered loudly, gripping his arm and bending my other hand into a fist, buckling under the pressure.

“Or you like that hood shit?” He brought his hand down from the window and fixed his arm across my chest, guiding me back into him while he clung to my breast. “Hm?”

I didn't answer. I wasn’t even breathing. Despite me being highly inebriated, my heart was about to beat out of my chest.

“Why you bein’ so quiet?” he finally asked, lips brushing sweetly against my ear. Then he laid a soft kiss just underneath it. “You said you came to fuck. Don’t get all shy on me now.” 

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[troglobite]

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watched the latest cjthex video masterpiece and have begun questioning everything abt my wardrobe

which is a toughy bc i JUST spent a lot of time and money actually curating and creating a wardrobe bc i haven't had one before this

so uhhhh lol

but i think what's interesting is i DID realize that i've been drawn to the same kind of fashion for most of my life, but i never wore it.

and now that's what i've bought for my wardrobe.

and per the video, i was like, what are the cultural referents i'm working w? what subcultural rules am i following or should i be following? who am i looking to for guidance on how to dress? what am i, who am i, what aesthetic language am i speaking abt it, and how do i do that?

anyway i've realized it's basically just: the clearly closeted lesbian best friends of various 80s, 90s, and 00s protagonists. i'm talking ambiguously and uncommittedly goth girls, but the academic type. the ones who seem incredibly mean and judgmental but are actually just gay and academic. the ones who would probably have an episode revealing a "soft" hobby that they like and pursue. the type who claims to want to be in the shadows but loves being dramatic, too.

and in case it's not obvious, i have indeed just described myself. or i hope i have. i'm also a poser who's really depressed and suffering from being so fucking painfully socially isolated.

so hopefully my new wardrobe conveys that. i think it does. i got SEVERAL new black items of clothing. my favorites are black and white striped.

over the summer i also got high neck cropped camis/tanks which were paired w oversized button-ups.

of course we've got the classic skinny jeans. if i wanna "dress up" i have some "dressy" pants that are dark or striped, for some variety.

but mainly we're talking sweaters, shirt-dresses, skinny jeans, leggings, and boots.

i also recently got shoes--for practical wear instead of fashion. i already have several pairs for fashion.

for shopping and going on walks or anywhere i have to be on my feet for a long time, i got those slip-on skechers. they are actually comfortable. one is blue/purple bc that's my favorite. the other is pink. just a solid pastel pink. which i didn't think i'd like. but actually i've always loved pairing black and pink together (kpop fans shut up) and so actually i think that would be a dope look.

basically, i am now excited abt putting outfits together, instead of just trying to wear clothing outside and not look stupid.

and now i have more options, as well, so i can mix and match some more.

we got undershirts and basics to build off of. we have LAYERS. so y'know.

exciting to think abt it this way and also interesting to think that like. 90s/00s goth-ish mean academic lesbian is my cultural referent for my wardrobe and who i am. lol

ETA: realized i should probably include some pictures (these are just 4 items of clothing i got)

i won't add image descriptions for all of them because here's the gist: thick black ribbed sweater that is cropped quite high and has distress on the sleeves and waist. formfitting black thin sweater with a teardrop cutout on the neck, a high neckline, and laced slits down the long sleeves. a twofer sweater and shirt that make a shirt-dress. the bottom "shirt" is sheer. it has a high collar. everything is black. each is worn w a pair of black leggings that have horizontal slits and the slits reveal fishnet. (ignore my socks and slippers, those are bc i am disabled and my body is stupid. lol)

i also have some colorful and detailed items for variety. i have a "corset" style top (technically two of them), i have the aforementioned crop high neck tank camis. i have some ribbed long camis for layering. i've got blue jeans and black jeans and a pair of purple leggings. i also got a top that feels very amish if i'm not careful? so i have to dress it correctly and get the sleeves tailored so they fit better.

i also have a few shirts that have cuts/slits for decoration. dropshoulder sweaters. i have a lavender sweater w white stripe across the chest. blue sweaters. an emerald green cardigan. i have a burnt umber/orange cardigan.

i also have a leather jacket and a jacket that feels VERY "the beatles but depressed and gothic" w the detailing and cut.

anyway point being this all feels very goth-ish lesbian best friend who is mean but cool actually from the 90s/00s. and i always had a crush on those characters. so like. lol

[rattkachuk]

nobody asked, but i wanted to share!! here's a curated leon playlist with themes of hard work, suffering, loyalty and a side of c*nt <3

and because i put far too much thought into this, songs and the corresponding lyrics that i thought made them a fit for this playlist are below the cut!

i'm your man - mitski you're an angel, i'm a dog or you're a dog and I'm your man

work song - hozier and i was burnin' up a fever i didn't care much how long i lived

spotless (ft. the lumineers) - zach bryan if you want spotless, i'll always lose you gave me your love, lover, you gave me the truth kids - current joys i'm no longer a kid and everything has changed

matthew - tyler childers and he worked them hands to splinters and he raised them youngins right

too sweet - hozier i work late where i'm free from the phone and the job gets done

pretty when you cry - lana del rey don't say you need me when you leave and you leave again i'm stronger than all my men except for you

r.i.p. 2 my youth - the neighbourhood i'd like to be proud, but somehow i'm ashamed sweet little baby in a world full of pain

stonecutters - dope lemon make livin' on very good times

torches - the oh hellos and father ignorance will make brothers of us all as he sets our torch aflame chasing down the flimsy specters that we co-create still beating - mac demarco honey, i cried too better believe it

night shift - lucy dacus am i a masochist, resisting urges to punch you in the teeth call you a bitch and leave?

kaleidoscope - chappell roan whatever you decide i will understand and it will all be fine

cool slut - chastity belt we're just a couple of sluts so what? we just wanna have some fun

portrait of a dead girl - the last dinner party i'd die for you, no questions asked if anyone could kill me, it probably would be you

hot blood - kaleo you wanna prove you're the better man you wanna reach for the things that nobody can

my way, soon - greta van fleet i'll bet on a chance if i've just got one i'll throw out the plans and live with no burden

take me home, country roads - lana del rey drivin' down the road, I get a feelin' that I should've been home yesterday take me home to the place I belong

[candicoated]

Okay as much I love Artist!Phoenix in these no DL 6 AUs. It would be dope to discover different career paths for him if he didn't go into law besides that. So this made me think as an Arts & Humanities major myself what if Phoenix became a docent or curator, or had some sort of museum job instead? It sounds really dope and it could be a cool concept for a future case tbh.

I am just projecting my curator career dreams into Phoenix Wright? Probably.

Should I elaborate perhaps?

[weaselle]

Thank You

i think i must have curated a real good circle of mutuals and followers.

Like, I think my followers' followers must also be chill. My mutuals must only be mutuals with other dope-ass blogs. I feel enjoyably insulated from the wild internet by good vibes

see ... i have enough followers and i say enough stuff that every now and again a post of mine will break containment a little, to the tune of tens of thousands of notes, which, since this is tumblr, doesn't really matter at all even if it was hundreds of thousands

BUt my point is, while you'd be right to call me a liar if i said there are zero negative things in there, i have been pleasantly amazed to discover that almost all of the things in the tags and comments are positive!

Having been on the internet for longer than five minutes, i always expect to see people arguing nastily and saying heinous things in the comments, but on all the posts i've made that do any kind of numbers it has been extremely chill somehow

posts like that tend to get bursts of new life now and again, and, for example, in the last couple of days i've had two different posts get several thousand more notes each, and miraculously the tags and comments remain overwhelmingly positive, like out of all those thousands of notes the tags comments and additions have only had like, three strongly negative and maybe two problematically stupid things said. That's like, less than 1%

it's nice because i do struggle sometimes, you know how it is, and it's just really nice to see so many people saying agreeable things on some part of myself that i've shared, and it's especially nice to see people being civil and respectful to each other in the comments instead of, y'know, how the internet can be, and I feel very lucky to have what i have here

so i just want to say a big THANK YOU to all my mutuals and followers, and also to all their mutuals and followers, for being so chill and dope and positive, and creating an experience for me that is also those things

[binabadaboom]

i am constantly suprised by my playlist playing dope af songs, until i remember i curated that b myself lol

[tododeku-or-bust]

You know how there's the Shinigami eyes app for pointing out transphobic folks? I wish we had one of those but for racists. Like we always talk about "curating the experience" but racists don't tag "racist" or blatant racist tags bc they usually don't think they are, so you usually just run into the shit and get hurt. we'd need one with all the dog whistle tags and what not. That'd be kind of dope. Just scrolling and suddenly see the symbol for an anti-Black or antisemitic page, block them without ever worrying about sharing something of theirs, and keep it pushing.

[specterris]

sorry if this is a random or strange ask but do u have any playlists themed around/based on twst characters? i feel like u would be good at curating playlists for those goobers 🙏

anon my beloved i am honored but sadly i do not have playlists. i do however have a big laundry list of mv ideas ill probably never get done. also ive listened to nothing but vocaloid since age 12

heartslabyul- meikyuu sanka (love live)

riddle- domino toppling (scop)

ridldle- antichlorobenzene (owata-p)

riddle- rolling girl (wowaka)

riddle + ace- childish war (giga)

ace- ruma (kairiki bear)

ace + deuce- bonus stage (owata-p)

deuce- double lariat (agoaniki)

cater- psychologic disco (r-906)

cater- rotten heresy and chocolate (pinocchio-p) (tw suicide in pv)

cater- eat me (fuwacina)

trey- cutlery (yuukisan)

trey + cater- i cant (mar)read the situation (cosmo-p)

trey + cater- unhappy refrain (wowaka)

leona- henry cat (yasuhiro)

leona- fixer (nulut)

ruggie- higan (john)

azul- shinkai city underground (tanakaB)

azul- shabon (van de shop)

jade- popipo (lamaze-p)

jade- fear garden (chaa) (TW GORE VIOLENCE DISMEMBERMENT)

jade (+floyd)- the melancholy of detective yowane haku (owata-p)

floyd- akari has arrived (gyari)

floyd + riddle- leave in summer, yet you're in my fluffoughts (baker)

kalim- yellow (kz livetune)

kalim- carnival happy (kairiki bear)

jamil- chain girl (noboru)

vil- risky game (kurousa-p)

vil + neige- mesmerizer (32ki)

rook- butcher vanity (flavor foley) (tw gore/cannibalism)

idia- meltdown (iroha) (tw suicide/violence)

idia- konton boogie (jon-yakitory)

idia + cater- melancholic (junky)

idia + ortho- remote control (jesus-p)

ortho- luka luka night fever (samfree)

ortho- hole-dwelling (kikuo)

malleus- dreaming night (clean tears)

lilia- stardust utopia (otetsu)

lilia- nostalogic (yuukiss)

lilia + silver- saihate (kobayashi onyx)

pop music club- yababaina (satapan-p) (SEIZURE WARNING)

grim- kasane territory (ZUN/oxi)

ADMITTEDLY MOST OF THESE ARE MID but a few kinda go hard imo (ramshackle territory + idikei melancholic ARE hills im willing to die on)

rollo- doping dance (steaka)

rollo- cremation song (UeNo.D)

[purpleghostart]

This is basically me just having fun with my au and coming with with ideas:

There’s three factions in the nightmare, each have their own leader(s), factions were created to keep dreamers safe and unite them with similar goals.

The Curators: a faction of morally righteous people, they aim to find a cure to this nightmare curse while keeping themselves safe from the monsters and aggressive dreamers in the nightmare, their leader is Cosmo, the five pointed star with a single eye

The Dream Catchers: a faction of people aiming to turnt he nightmare into a dream by ridding the nightmare of monsters and aggressive dreamers, their methods might be questionable but they’re the biggest faction and have the best morale out of any of the other factions, their leader is Alora, a feathery lady with a dream catcher for a head

The Red Wings: a naturally violent faction who craves to destroy the nightmare at any costs, keeping the other factions from completing their attempts at making a society and has the highest number of Lucid Dreamers. The leaders for the red wings are Dope, Blatt, and Tera. Dope is vampire-like in appearance while Blatt looks more like a beetle, Tera is moth-like in appearance, only Dope and Tera have wings.

I love the faction leaders, they’re fun.

[cosybunny]

Welcome to the plot bunny hideout. Mind where you sit, there's plot bunnies everywhere. This is my side blog. My fics can be found on Archive Of Our Own under cosybunny. I'm an adult and sometimes my fics contain adult content, so please be mindful of that. This blog is 18+ for the same reason.

✨. Current interests circling my orbit are Sonic the Hedgehog and My Hero Academia. On this blog, they're under the tags #sth and #mha respectively.

✨. I love screaming about the lil losers (affectionate) who live rent-free inside my head and vibing with others who've caught the illness (brainrot). Send me asks anytime.

✨. My pronouns are she/her and if you're not sure what to call me, Rabbits or Cosy is fine.

✨. I'm here to have a good, silly time. I believe there is no moral weight in fiction, and it can be healing to explore dark topics in a safe space. Nobody's entitled to demand disclosure of your reasons. Don't Like, Don't Read. I think curating your online experience is important, and my responsibility ends at the ingredients list (the tags and trigger warnings) to inform the reader of what the fic contains.

✨. Phew, that got heavy. I've been writing fics for over a decade but posting them online like this is new and scary. Buuuut the plot bunnies thrive off of comments and encouragement, and I love finding people who also enjoy my self-indulgent shenanigans. Like whaaat, it's not just me? :0 that's so dope.

rabbit divider credit: @/kthice ✨ flower divider credit: @/ghwosting

[kishibecafe]

◍ 岸畔咖啡靜態回顧展—《在咖啡廳》

In A Cafe: Kishibe Cafe 2023 Retrospective Exhibition

◍ 開幕活動 Opening Party: 2023/12/23 (六) 3:00–7:00PM

感謝大家一年來的陪伴，12月底除了舉辦靜態回顧展，我們也籌畫了好玩的開幕派對，有吃有喝，有表演有市集，歡迎大家一起來玩!!

┃ 展覽資訊 ┃

岸畔回顧展：《在咖啡廳》

展期：2023/12/20—2024/1/31

展覽地點: 岸畔咖啡2F (台北市同安街90-1號)

展覽免費參觀 // 每週一公休

┃ 開幕活動 ┃

活動時間：2023/12/23 (六) 下午3:00–7:00

地點：岸畔咖啡

票價：NT 500 （現場提供茶點飲料）

頁面：https://reurl.cc/QZ804Z

┃ 活動簡介 ┃

一年多以來，在岸畔咖啡發生了許多精彩的各類展演，年末的這天，我們邀請了部分曾在此演出的藝術家與音樂家們���將之重新排列組合，碰撞出嶄新的創意。這份名單邀請了來自Dope Purple的劉堅白與音樂廠牌「我心已死」的主腦Sun Jenga、柏林學派台北代表「金融翡翠」與當代音聲創作者Immanuel Dannenbring（戴向諶），在這兩對特別的組合以外，還有同時兼任破地獄Bass手的電子音樂家A.P.R.A（呂立揚）與舞者涂的跨界演出、吉他手Silent Jeff和黃動物的雙重咖啡店老闆組合等。

「元素重構」的核心思考不僅僅以靜態記錄史之姿態呈現於黃允蔚所主持的岸畔咖啡2023年回顧展覽《在咖啡廳》中；其聲音與視覺的動態表現也將在本日的活動展示此意識的時間形式—不同類型的藝術家在不同時間於同樣場地的演出在此刻交疊，再構成差異與重複的實踐反思：如同在一家咖啡廳中的表面日常��也如同一件作品的重複觀看。

除了二樓的展覽與一樓的演出以外，我們還邀請了歐洲老書藏家𝖮𝗅𝖽 𝖹𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗒 𝖹𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌、獨立出版社Passepartout 巴斯巴度以及藝術家June Ying Hsien Lee帶來他們的作品與書籍，供來賓參觀選購。活動內容著實豐富，不來可惜！

▲ In A Cafe: Kishibe Cafe 2023 Retrospective Exhibition

20 December — 31 January 2024

Kishibe Cafe Art Space: 2F, No. 90-1, Tong’an St., Taipei

Free Admission. Closed on Mondays

▲ Opening Party

23 December 2023 (Saturday), 3:00–7:00 pm

Kishibe Cafe (No. 90-1, Tong’an St., Taipei)

Ticket: NT 500 (with drinks and snacks)

Event Page: https://reurl.cc/QZ804Z

Kishibe Cafe has arranged various exciting live performances and art exhibitions throughout the year of 2023. Towards the end of the year, we invite artists and musicians who have participated in our previous events to collaborate and perform in newly formed group sets.

The mix-and-match sets are as follows. Kozma Philo Liu from Dope Purple will join up with Sun Jenga from World Synth Records. The representative of Berlin-school in Taipei, Golden Jade, will collaborate with contemporary sound artist Immanuel Dannenbring. Further, A.P.R.A from Scattered Purgatory and choreographer Tu will transform music and dance into a crossover interplay. The final set belongs to the cooperation between two cafe owners— Silent Jeff and Eri Huang.

To celebrate our anniversary, a 2023 retrospective exhibit entitled “In a Cafe,” curated by Claire Yun-wei Huang, will be held in Kishibe Cafe. The exhibition conjures the notion of “element reconstruction” by way of tracing the past and archiving transitory moments. On the day of the opening party, the key and temporal theme of “element reconstruction” will be represented through various approaches to sound and visual display. Different kinds of performances will be interwoven in the same space yet different temporal realms. Difference and repetition are, thus, re-contextualized as a form of practice and reflection: the daily-life experience of staying in a cafe shares similar features with the repeated attempts at appreciating a piece of artwork.

In addition to the exhibition and live performances presented at the opening party, we organize book/artist fairs and invite rare-book coordinator Old Zingy Zines, independent publisher Passepartout, and artist June Ying Hsien Lee to showcase their books and artworks. Don’t miss out on all the fun and excitement in Kishibe Cafe, and we wish you a joyous end to 2023.

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 79

Erina? Yeah ... what came? What fresh hell ... a paternity test? Apparently Matt is Sam's father ... oh boy ... Matt trying to stress that he's YOUNGER than Sam ... XD ... Sam: "Papa ... did I make you proud?" Wow ...

They cut Ashley off before she could finish her plug and it made her choke on her own spit.

"Beauregard's Interrogation Brew" ... XD

Ah yes ... the team building exercises ... how's THIS gonna go?

To long rest or not long rest ... that is the question ...

Chetney wondering if Nana Morrie grants wishes ... no, more like DEALS ... oh yes, the classic Faustian Pact ...

The bush people in the tree garden? Oh boy ... FCG: "So you're trimming people?" Eeeeeeeeeh ... O.O

Oh yeah ... Peepers ... that thing ... "weird xenomorph rabbit" is pretty accurate in my mind ...

So ... Chetney wants to be YOUNG again ... just to be "hot as shit", apparently ... cultivated and curated chest hair and a serious moustache ... yeah ...

I love how they're ragging on Liam being away by making funny jobs at Orym spending all yesterday working out ...

Fearne's complicated upbringing ... hmmm ... wait ... is that a PHONE? Matt immediately makes Travis take psychic damage got his character as punishment ... LOL

Nana wants to "plot" with FCG ... and being very creepy about it ... yeah ...

Oh, new rooms? Made to measure but in a creepy way ... Travis: "Like AI generated bedrooms?" Oh yes ... Matt takes thr idea and runs with it to disturbing effect ...

Door? Fearne has a sentient talking door for her room ... of course she does ...

Catching up with Birdie ... oh, and now she's fishing for "The Truth" ... hmmmmmm ... where's THIS going?

29 on an Insight check? Whoa ... wait, FEARNE is thr group's lie detector? I mean it makes sense, but ...

Mr Nesbitt!!! Yay! Nice to see a familiar face ... I love that freaky thing so much ...

Ah, the garden ... yeah ... creepy weirdness abounds as usual ... no doubt this will be put to use for the games ...

Here we go ... truth time ... aha! Backstory! Okay ...

Hold on, was that dude Fearne's daddy?

Fuck ... he was ... oh boy ... and it was a union of "great import" ... yup, so Ollie wasn't her father, but he WAS her daddy ... yup ... who? Athion Zathuda ... the Sorrowlord of the Unseelie Court? Man ... that freaky Arch Fey guy is Fearne's baby daddy! Holy shit!

Yeah ... that is A LOT ... I mean A LOT ...

Well yes, this was probably the best way Fearne could have grown up under the circumstances ... is she actually one of the most well adjusted of the group after all? Weird thought, but I like it ...

Awwww ... reconciliation of sorts, that's sweet and we'll take what we can get ...

Oh, Ashton and Orym having a private heart-to-heart? This should be interesting. Even if Ashton does think Orym's just taking him off to quietly kill him ... XD

Ah ... meta humour ...

Wow, so ... Orym's really going EASY on him here, clearly ... Orym: "Don't let perfect be the enemy of good." WOW ... that is AWESOME advice ...

We really don't get enough of THIS friendship ... I really like this dynamic a lot ...

Is Allura about to get a bit loose jn a drink-based way? Is that where this is going?

I agree with Chetney, that was indeed a "dope flex" ...

Whoa ... are we gonna get some Allura backstory? Awwwww ... her "little lion" ... love the little nod to Kima ... :3

Imogen takes off the Circlet? Wow ...

Of course Chetney's thinking about sex. What did we expect?

Fearne has an announcement? Okay ...

Nana has DONE SOMETHING with FCG's memories in order to plot this thing out? Oh boy ... this is a worrying implication for what's to come ...

And that was SCARY, Nana ... plus the talking together, what the bright blue FUCK was that? O.O

Here we go, Fearne spills the beans ... so Fearne is actually royalty ... Laudna: "Wait, THAT was your takeaway?" Meanwhile this is an additional connection to Otohan and co ...

Imogen: "What if we're stepsisters?" Fearne: "Oooh, exciting!" Orym: "We may have to KILL THEM."

Sammanar? Hmmmm ... yeah, we're definitely off on a weird tangent ...

Oh, so Nana knows all about the Sorrowlord ... znd apparently HE knows about Fearne ... great ...

Sammanar is another one of the five Arch Fey lords ... and "a bit of a prick" ...

Dusk Hunger, the Blade of the Black Flame ... wow ...

So they're showing Nana the Shard, eh? Okay then ... oh, so it "smells like" Fearne? Interesting ... wait ... is Fearne a remnant like Ashton then?

And now they're showing her the Harness too ... Nana: "Hungry goes the Bastards of Time." Okay ...

"A bit of the Old World"? Hmmmm ...

Fearne is still wary about taking in the Shard and I don't blame her at all ...

Ooooh ... Fearne got SASSY with Allura there ... XD

Oh, so Allura's giving us a little info on the Moonweaver ...

Sam's flask is very on the nose this week and nearly derails the whole discussion ... XD

Allura has some lore on Nana? Intriguing ...

Taliesin invokes Disney witches for insight on a 21 and gets some Whispers ...

A fruity aroma? And s gathering of critters? Where's THIS going?

Magic items to be earned? Intriguing ...

Weird tea ... okay ... are they about to be drugged up to their eyeballs?

Which first, then? Honesty? Okay, then ...

Wait, where the fuck are they now? In the jungle? What the hell? A chasm? Yikes ...

A brass monocle? Hmmmm ... the first item ... the Monocle of True Essence? Oh, they have to find it? Okay then ...

The chasm only listens to honesty? Hmmm ...

Fuck, now they're falling into the pit ... and NOW Matt chooses to go to break? Ye gods ...

Falling into a stanky rooty pit, then ... oh, this is NASTY ... charming place, clearly ...

Are they alone? Get sniffing, Chet. 6 ... oof ... Nice going, wolf boy ...

Telling a truth makes step grow? Interesting ...

Meanwhile looking for the lens ...

Imogen is scared to meet her mum again. Hmmmm ...

LEECHES!!! LEECHES!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! SHIT!!!

Both Laudna AND Delilah want the Shard? Oof ... and while Imogen loves her, Delilah being able to watch them creeps her out ... ouch ...

Wow, look at that, there's like a whole city down here ...

Orym is very lonely ALL THE TIME? Boy ... and then FCG just lays down dom existential dread ...

Laudna climbs the steps onto the bridge. Oh, balance check ...

Orym wonders if Chetney's actually his dad ... whoa ... that is ... awkward ...

Ashton was the cause for the robbery going bad that caused his own accident and how he ended up the way he is ...

FCG casts Light ... they start searching with real purpose now ... cue perception and investigation checks ...

Fearne thinks they're ill equipped and they're going to fail on saving the world ...

Chetney fears being rendered obsolete in his field of toy making expertise ...

Orym and Imogen are climbing now too.

Whenever FCG kills something it calms hom znd helps him relax? Yeesh ...

Imogen doesn't know if she WANTS to save gods who don't love her ... meanwhile Laudna believes they could just quit from this whole path anytime ...

Orym spots a faint green glint ... he may have spotted it? Okay ... look into that ... he takes a chance and does a leap out into the open ... with Imogen's help he lands where he intended to ... okay then ...

Bingo! There's the monocle! Nice one, wee man!

So everybody's just trying to climb out now? Is that going to work?

Fearne likes to mess with them all a little when they sleep. Nothing bad, just little curiosities ... that's ... an awkward one ... but it does fit with her character ...

Well, they're getting there ...

Ashton worries that all of them are capable of killing at least one of the others ...

Orym has all the faith in the world in all of them, but is also pulling a Batman to find each one's weakness in case it's needed too ... yeah ...

FCG worries he relies too much on the Changebringer but that she might not actually be on their side after all ...

Weird buoyant balloon mushrooms? What the fuck? Holy shit, that actually works? Crap ...

Imogen is disappointed in Fearne for not taking the Shard, and Laudna agrees.

Orym misses Dorian ... how is that any kind of revelation?

Matt is regretting the mushrooms now as it completely derails the session into gales of laughter ...

Liam: "I love it when we pervert Matt's narrative! It's true!"

Pate is not capable of deep truths, apparently ...

Ashton hates that he fucked up Fearne's life and wishes he'd died instead ... oh man ...

Wow ... Chetney is just a whole MESS of neuroses, isn't he?

Eagle things? What the hell is THIS shit? Oh, these are just WEIRD ... but they're helping, at least ... so ... that was it, then? Hmmmm ...

Wait, that was FCG's idea? Kind of ... hmmmm ...

Yes. Check for leeches ...

Oh boy, the monocle has a card ... oh, that's sweet ... oh yeah, Orym should DEFINITELY have that with his crazy perception ...

I agree, Chetney should have a hug ...

What's next? Communication? Okay ...

And now they're underground ... some kind of low hanging cavern? Hmmmm ...

A thunder wasp hive? Seriously?

A beautiful purple scarf ... torn into three pieces ... wait, so now Ashton, Imogen and Chetney are LITERALLY BLIND?!!! What the fuck? And now they're just GONE ... now at the ends of each of the platforms ...

Matt makes Travis swap seats with Marisha ... znd freaks him out while he does it ...

This is a COMPLETELY UNIQUE game situation ... for fuck's sake this is gonna get SO BAD ...

Great. Now there are FUCKING WASPS out here too ...

Now FCG is being AGGRESSIVELY STUNG ...

This is a genuinely RIDICULOUS thing we're witnessing here right now ... seriously I am just sitting here watching this in stunned silence while it gets INSANELY stressful ... snd now Chetney's going into the bug swarm ...

And now Chetney's wolfed out ... but still blind ...

FCG is VERY BADLY STUNG right now ...

Laudna is now sending Pate to kill the wasps ... or not. Hmmmm ... apparently that isn't allowed ...

Oh my gods this is INSANE ...

And now Chetney's getting stung TO FUCK ... Matt is making Travis ROLL BLIND ... 18? Oh thank fuck ...

I can't ... I just can't at this point ... it's BEYOND DESCRIPTION right now ...

Thank fuck THAT is over ... Sam: "Travis Willingham, this is your lower intestine."

And now we have to do this AGAIN ... crap ...

Laura's looks SO MUCH WORSE than Travis' did ... crap ... but it's the Witches working together ... along with Chetney ...

Talk about a bizarre tabletop gaming version of a trustfall ...

It's a good thing Laura and Travis trust each other so much, clearly ... gods, this one is going SO MUCH more smoothly than the previous one ...

No, not now ... damn you, Matthew! No wasps!

Oh wow ... Ashley gives Laura her plush Mister for luck ... Awwwwwwwwww ... :3

Shockflare? Oh, that's FRICKIN SWEET ... nice trick, Imogen ...

Balls ... they're THUNDER wasps ... not fair ...

Oh thank gods that is over at last ... that got so stressful at the end ...

So now it's Imogen and Fearne helping Ashton ...

Wow ... so far they're doing BY FAR the best at this ... oh wait ... yeah, may have spoken too soon ... aaaaaaaah ...fucking hell now it's stressful again ...

Taliesin: "This is the weirdest thing I have ever done in my life." Sam: "I don't think that's true."

Damn it, not the bloody wasps again ...

Ashton is now Raging to beat hid way through the wasps ... FUCK!!! He is now OFF THE FUCKING LEDGE!!! Oh, nice save, but blind ... dear fuck this is TERRIFYING!!! Shit, now he's just FALLING INTO THE FUCKING VOID!!! AAAAAAHHH!!!

Roll a 20, Taliesin! Shit!

Balls ... that was a fail, then ... is he gone? No ... poof, he's back with them. At least that wasn't really anybody's fault, it was just pure bad luck ...

Wait ... are they SERIOUSLY gonna try that again? With NO safety net this time? Come on, you can't seriously ...

Orym is going to go with Chetney and Imogen guiding him? I can't take it any more ...

ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GIVING THEM A TIME LIMIT ON THIS MATTHEW?!!!

I fucking HATE THIS GAME!!!

Holy shit Orym you are a fucking SUPERSTAR!!! Amazing ...

Ooh, fancy stuff ... a magic scarf? Fancy ...

So what's left ... Trust? Okay ...

Deep Fey Realm forest ... ruins all around ... intriguing ... nasty brambles everywhere ... and a big well in the middle ...

Three altars? Somewhere in the ruins? Hmmm ...

Always a catch ... who are THESE guys? Dopplegangers? What the hell? Two of them are going to be replaced?

And that's IT for the night? SERIOUSLY, Matthew? You sadist ...

Next one is gonna be interesting, clearly ...