#event: new years

[aidairoarchivetwo]

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JIBAKU SHOUNEN HANAKO-KUN 2019 New Year’s 4th Anniversary(ish) Fortunes KOU & TIARA: Medium blessing – Chance of winning a fight is 50% SAKURA: Blessing – Be able to brew tea beautifully TSUKASA: Great blessing – Don’t worry about what’s inside TSUCHIGOMORI (A quiet new year): Curse – Be dragged into all sorts of things NENE: Great blessing – Have divine protections from the gods HANAKO-KUN: Great curse – Discuss things with those around you

[divinesayer]

i'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new years day

series: yugioh 5ds ship: yusei fudo/jack atlas rating: T tags: implied sexual content, fem!jack atlas, butch he/him lesbian yusei fudo, new years eve, marriage proposal notes (sorry i was rambling this time): this is my 100th 5ds fic on this account, and the end of... well, a totally crazy year. i think i've quadrupled my fic count this year (around about anyway), and i've refound such a passion for yugioh 5ds that i honestly thought i had lost forever. what a year! thank you to everyone who's read any of my works or supported me via kudos/comments/bookmarks. it means the world, and i mean that. i've got a lot of plans for 2025, so here's to an exciting year of insane 5ds fics!

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He hadn’t expected her to bring it up herself one Sunday morning.

It had started when they were both young: a promise to take Jack’s hand in marriage one day. Yusei’s hand tight in hers as she tugged him around, a wide smile on her lips.

“I’d be honoured to be your wife someday, Yusei,” She had told him over a cup of ramen, and he had felt his heart explode in his chest. It didn’t matter that everyone else around him thought it was ridiculous – of course girls couldn’t marry each other – Yusei would find a way.

He wasn’t sure when her opinion changed, but the topic came up one evening, back when she still lingered around Yusei and his friends – she scoffed at the word, rolling her eyes as her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“Really never gonna?” He remembered Rally asking, watching her with wide eyes.

She turned her head away, ponytail tracking in the air. “Why the hell would I waste my time with it?” Yusei watched her leave a moment later, unaware she had pierced his heart with a dagger, leaving the dying muscle to spurt blood everywhere. Little did he know she would finish the job only a few weeks later.

When they met back up, two years older and with many more scars on their bodies and souls, Yusei didn’t dare to ask what her thoughts were. It didn’t matter how she looked at him, fluttering those long lashes with a smirk, leaning down to box Yusei into smaller and smaller spaces until he had no choice but to kiss her.

Even after becoming girlfriends, he still felt reluctant to touch the topic. He knew that he would always wish to be her wife – if she still had no interest, it would be the nail in the coffin, and he imagined their budding relationship dying like a plant in the snow.

No, it was much easier to avoid it entirely.

He hadn’t expected her to bring it up herself one Sunday morning. She sat perched by him at the table, stirring her coffee absently as the familiar tunes of her favourite album filled the air, her voice occasionally harmonising with the words, though he couldn’t understand what was being said.

He sighed, content, leaning back in his chair as his eyes closed. And that was when Jack struck.

“You know,” She began slowly, and he initially mistook the cadence in her voice for desire, one eye opening to watch her, “I hope you’ll make me a Fudo someday.”

Yusei sat silent for a moment, staring at her with wide eyes; it was only when they began to sting, tears blurring his vision, that he blinked, and she panicked.

“Shit, did I say something wrong?” Jack rose from her chair before he could respond, arms flung around him, pulling him close. “Sorry, I just…”

He shook his head, burying his face into the soft fabric of her – or was it his? – hoodie. “You just made me the happiest girl on Earth.” His voice was muffled, half from wavering and half from nuzzling his face further against her chest.

When she laughed, relieved, light and airy, her grip relaxed. “Well, thank God for that.”

A year later, and Yusei hadn’t forgotten.  While twisted up in their bedsheets, she promised eternity to him, and he swore it against her body. Each night, laying in the afterglow, he considered just asking her, the words dancing on the tip of his tongue as his fingers traced prayers along her spine.

But he couldn’t – he had to make it special.

The ring burned in his pocket, each movement stabbing a corner into his hip, a constant reminder that he couldn’t back out of this. He had set an internal deadline – by New Years – and the cut-off was looming at him, a large clock ticking the seconds down. Sure, she wouldn’t know any different if he asked after, but…

He had spent so long wanting to marry Jack Atlas. He was tired of beginning the speech and backing out. How she was unaware of what he was trying to do, Yusei would never know (but he was relieved for it all the same).

They had stood by the waterfront for a while on their walk home, and for a fleeting moment, he thought he had gained the courage, but it dissipated as quickly as it came when someone walked past behind them.

She hadn’t noticed anything, gripping his hand a little tighter, whispering, “Isn’t it pretty?”

Yusei hadn’t even looked over the waters, but he replied, breathless, “Yeah.”

By the time they returned to their apartment, it was already 11:50pm. He kicked his shoes off, watching as she did the same, sighing in great relief as she freed herself from her heels.

Jack was the first to step away from the entryway, shuffling her slippers along the hardwood floor as she made a beeline for the kitchen. “I’m opening the wine – the bells’ll be soon.” She spun around, a smile painted in shades of red across her lips. “Whiskey, yeah? Neat?”

“Please,” He replied softly, watching as her skirt flounced as she turned back round, disappearing behind the door for a few moments – she was humming again, something he had grown accustomed to. It was a tune he was unfamiliar with, but his heart swelled all the same.

When she stepped back into the living room with their drinks, he was already on one knee, the small box in his hand – a purple sapphire shone back at her, twinkling under the overhead lights.

“Will you—” was all Yusei managed before Jack’s hands failed her, both glasses smashing against the floor, spilling alcohol everywhere. Her eyes were wide, unblinking, and he wondered for a second if this was how Jack felt that one Sunday morning.

When she finally blinked, she was smiling, stepping closer gingerly, relieved at the lack of a crunch under her step. His other hand held hers, tight, and she nodded, silently encouraging him to finish.

“Will you marry me, Jack Atlas?” His words were shaky, nerves getting the better of him despite knowing the answer to the question.

“I will, Yusei Fudo,” She replied without a second of hesitation, tugging him upwards a moment later. “Make me Mrs. Fudo.” It was only when he put the ring on her finger that he realised – Jack was trembling too.

Yusei captured her lips in a kiss, the world fading away under their feet. He knew they would have to clean the drinks up from the floor, sweep away the glass before either of them hurt themselves on it, pour new ones.

All of that could wait.

As she pulled away, amethyst eyes shining, the fireworks outside began. A brief check of the time on his phone told him why: 12:00am 1st January. “Happy New Years, baby.”

“Happy New Years, my love,” she mumbled against his lips, pulling him ever closer.

[ajastor]

Let the Audemar go,

For someone who is never short on company, the man enjoys his own.

A tempered hiss of a liquid permeates the penthouse where AJ's brewing an array of alchemical mixtures. Most of which, simply form over time; a patience in the art that goes against everything he is. Lavender and eucalyptus fester in the bowl of the large mortar, crushed down alongside the entrails of a sparrow, dirt from a newly dug grave, mercury and bone dust (on this occasion, from a jaguar), shipped over on a jet. AJ twirls a finger, feeling out the minerals and the earthy tones with the tendrils of magick that seep lazily from ungloved fingertips, his hands are bare. It's not overbearing, but he's making use of the time to see what healing ointments, or acidic compounds come of his latest theory.

Gold shimmering like the flap of bird's wings in his peripheries has his head turning in the direction; he doesn't have company tonight, and it's too early to entertain another entry into the New Year. He's got hours yet until the countdown.

But there's a gold-hued figure standing right at his balcony door. As if fallen from the sky, or whisked in on a deathly silent helicopter. The skin of the man has an off-glow; blueish sheen but is entirely drowned in a yellow-gold; movements stiff like he's unlocking limbs from a vice after years of being trapped in ice. The apparition steps into AJ's penthouse realm like it belongs. Astor moves around the alchemy table, towards the living area, and then the kitchen, like he might get a better angle on the creature — phantom? at this vantage point.

The kind that comes with reaching for a Merlot, and fisting the cork off, it clatters loudly in the sink; a solid gold block now, no longer wooden. It doesn't matter because the wine is a potion in itself. In AJ's case, it'd possibly sober him up from all those alchemy fumes. He's not even dropped a bomb yet. Château Lafite, do your worst. He won't mention which Queen (or, former) he's stolen the bottle from.

Undeniably, Callum Sedar is standing in his penthouse, in Port Leiry, bloody Oregon.

"Bit far from home, aren't you?" AJ lets the remark fly callously. Because a fabrication or hallucination isn't abnormal to Astor. That magick isn't infecting the space and having him summon the definitely dead. Hell, maybe he did pop something and it's doing wonders on the New Year's ride to twenty-twenty-five.

"I think that's my line," Callum answers, glimpsing down at himself like he hasn't entirely wrangled with the idea he's there, here or wherever. "Guess the seer didn't see this coming, huh?" Undeniably, Sedar is glowing a ghostly gold that reminds the executive that there's an expensive skeleton he ripped out of his closet.

AJ is going to have words with the Astor oracle, after whatever this is. And when his chest tightens and he's not sure he'd recognise guilt as something good, or common.

"New watch, At?" Cal's smirking and AJ's finally pouring the merlot into a glass. His best friend — dead best friend, is visiting him and he's about to make whatever necromancer playing tricks on him, suffer a very horrible death. The man has to laugh because he might not know what else to do, here.

He knows why Callum's bringing up his watch. It's not an Audemar, today.

AJ hasn't worn that watch in what feels like a decade, at least. Moved on to the next fashionable item a month later. He’s left the equivalent of eighty grand sitting in a drawer in London. Probably only polished because when asked if he has the Piguet royal oak model, specifically the chronograph amethyst, Astor can brag about it.

"What would you do with the Audemar now?” He’s not exactly on the pull, and the gold-glimmering ghost of the former Astor media executive — a glorified title of the guy who stayed updated with the press — isn't scoring with the birds like this.

Cal’s shrugging, that boyish grin exactly as before:

"I don't know, pawn it for ghostbucks?"

With that, Astor feels the eruption of a laugh bubble up, but it’s a simmering heat that’s yet to boil over completely.

"You're a twat, mate."

AJ’s curse is not magic, or money — status or power, it’s the lack thereof; he is a god that cannot bring back the lost. All the money in the world can’t buy a life back.

Worse still, AJ doesn’t know what price he’d be willing to pay for Cal, if he could. If he even would. Cal’s found the humour in how easily the two of them fall back into old habits, but it quickly dies down, the phantom’s expression easing into something reminiscent.

"You mean to do it?"

AJ hesitates, sliding himself upright from where forearms and elbows are on the island counter. It’s not hard to know what Cal’s asking. It’s a moment where he’s not so put together, or talking smoke. Astor’s fingers slowly move almost searching for his gloves, recalling that touch on his friend. How rapid gold had been to burrow through flesh, and muscle — solidify bone to something unliving. He remembers grabbing Callum’s face when he’d turned to see the state of his arm in agony; devoured by veins of metal inch by inch and drawn terrified eyes to meet his own; like he can get the man to focus on him and not the crushing weight of his insides transfiguring from living to dead. Midas and Medusa were in the flesh because the other man’s stare; the fear of recognition of what was happening had turned AJ’s entire core to something stony. He’d never have been able to stop it in time, had he even tried.

“No, not to you.”

A god can admit his mistake in the presence of the dead, he supposes. It never leaves this place; the walls bury that secret just as AJ (to some degree) buried him. It doesn’t change that Callum doesn’t — and didn’t get a swan song. He’d probably have written something crude and damning across Astorgold’s public branding, had he known his last day was coming.

AJ continues, burning away the quiet, it’s so stupid to think about now — in the grander scheme, with older eyes, and more experienced hands: “It was just a watch.” Cue, the dismissive Astor smile. “…A nice watch though.” And he wouldn't have killed his best friend over a limited edition release, despite his reputation.

“You’re such a blimmin’ cunt,” Cal’s shaking his head, mouth turned upwards again. “Did you keep my statue like a Greek legend?”

He didn’t. (He dissolved it, not long after, transformed it to carbon and let Callum Sedar disappear)

“Yeah, mate. Put it in my bedroom so you didn’t miss out on all the worshipping—“

“Honoured, Astor. Can’t believe I get to see you wank—“

“You should ask your sister.“

“— Dick.”

“She liked it.”

“Somehow I fucking missed your bullshit, you sod.” Callum's movements are not smooth, nor are they clean when he stutters in and out of corporeal form and takes a seat at the island counter opposite AJ. "For the record, I don't know how I'm here either. You do something else moronic, you fucker?" a beat, as Callum tentatively reaches liquid-like gold fingers out to touch the bottle AJ's pouring, his hand passes through. He does it again for good measure, a lip curling in disappointment. "Not the only guy around either, forgotten what a good ass looks like til I saw a Houston lookalike down the road."

Not AJ's doing, that he knows about, anyway. "None on the other side?"

There's a long pause and Cal retracts his hand, sitting stagnant on the barstool. Something in the ghost-eyes of Sedar, and the off-sheen of his skin is unnerving here, like a pit has taken root in the rear of navy hues and made them a cursed oily black. Eventually, like the phantom has decided on his answer, an odd-airy breath wisps out from between his lips.

"Can't tell you, ya cunt. That'd ruin it for you."

Something's off about it though. About as off as a poltergeist sitting across from him with the burning of mercury and hibiscus drowning the inevitable decay that should cling to the men instead. "It's 'aight I'll drink this bottle without you, mate. You can just watch." Since they're torturing each other in their own bullshits.

"This is worse than you killing me, christ." a ghostly hand whips in the air, protesting, "You didn't even let the bottle breathe. Is this a running theme with you now—?"

It was like that until way past midnight. Long past parties and fireworks and hot women and men; no powder on the counter, or screams entering the next era. Just friends, reminiscing until AJ's drunkenness had him confessing that he missed his mate too — it was right in time, because when the sun came up and shone through the balcony windows — Callum faded, gently being swallowed whole by a celestial magick, neither entirely understood. It wasn't in pain, or screaming this time; just the solemn boyish smile that evaporated like smoke, and embers.

But it left the same kind of empty void as the very first time.

[inkskinned]

having good & true friends will literally save and protect you in a million unfathomable ways. like okay we have written so many times about lovers. but the way a platonic friend laughs and cries with you. the way they hold your hand at 14 years old and at 34. the way they keep a little silver tie to you, touching base over and over and over. how you can go years without talking, only to re-meet and discover: oh shit! you're still cool!

there are people who have been in my life for more than half of it, and i have loved every version of them. do you know how fucking beautiful that is. yeah love will save the world. but the way friends love you is gonna save the you.

[0ssianic]

[aphel1on]

AuDHD is so funny sometimes like what do you mean my hyperfixations/special interests will last for years on end or possibly forever but they will cycle out every month or two with absolutely no transitional period or warning. like i will think about the same topic every day obsessively for 46 days in a row and on the 47th day with no visible cause adhd brain goes "ok! bored of that now" and autism brain goes "dw i got something queued up for ya" and i blast into full blown obsession on some other topic whose mental file folders haven't opened in 9 months. brain's out here treating hyperfixations like a crop rotation. once the dopamine runs out it cycles in another one but once something's in the rotation it never ever leaves. last summer we brought in one from when i was 11. it's so funny to me but frustrating too bc like. i cannot stress enough my inability to predict or control this. or how completely abrupt and random it can be

[egophiliac]

still rolling around on the ground over the contrast between Jack and Mal. it's so...🤌🤌🤌

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[rocketbirdie]

i don't want to lose you. i don't want to lose this

[toadlessgirl]

So I guess the universe decided we're not doing subtle metaphors anymore in 2025.

[fanfic-reading-challenge]

The 2025 Fanfic Reading Challenge

Welcome to another year of the Fanfic Reading Challenge (FRC)!

I won't bore you with the history of the challenge, this year, but I will welcome you to check out past posts that do explain some of it, as well as include a brief overview of what, exactly, this challenge is, though it does change year to year. (Essentially you read fics to complete goals and win bragging points and an artsy badge.)

This year is especially different, as I had the extreme pleasure of having @noxsoulmate as a partner in crime in keeping me hostage on track to completing this year's FRC. Another valued member of the mod team is @jandjsalmon and speaks for all of us if you need questions answered!

As for the challenge....

This is, indeed, a challenge. Of course.

First of all... you must obviously read fanfiction. As if you don't already!

You also need to download and make your own copy of the spreadsheet, which can be found here, as well as below in the important links section.

To participate in the challenge, you read fics that match the tasks in the challenge. An example of a task can be: "read a fic with a title containing the word purple in it." Should be easy! Of course, there are harder ones.

Which is why there are different modes of challenge to the FRC. These are as follows:

Participation (Complete 1 task)

Regular Mode (Complete 80 tasks)

Hard Mode (Complete 150 tasks)

Extreme Mode (Complete 220 tasks)

Complete (Complete 250 tasks)

The challenge lasts from January 1st, 2025, to December 31st, 2025.

There are badges that go with the modes completed, and even a secret 6th badge that will be fairly obvious if you look at the spreadsheet! Doesn't mean it'll be easy to complete though. *smirks* (Blame Noxy)

Most important of all: this challenge operates on the honour system. We don't check your work, or your reading logs (see below), so I mean, I guess if you want to be slippery with the rules, you do you, and that's on your conscience, but honestly it's so much fun to see how much you can get done by following the letter of the law/tasks! You can be slippery even with following the tasks fully. It's great fun. ;D

I think that's enough for an intro, really, maybe too much.

Important Links and Reading Logs/Trackers

As there is a component of the FRC that includes tracking numbers of words read, most of us use a reading log/tracker to keep count of how many fics we read, including data such as words, of course, chapters, month completed, ship, author, title, fandom, link to the fic, and such. It's a great place to mark what fics you want to read in the future as well!

This year we have FOUR trackers on offer, quite different from one another, so take a look, play around with them and check out their "intros", and choose according to what you think will work best for you!

Fic Tracking Sheets

Juulna's 2025 Reading Log

Noxy's 2025 Reading Log

2025 Jandy's Fic Tracker

Taru's Fic Tracker 2025

Discord

We have a blast on Discord. From general chatter to sharing pet pics to being there for each other during the tough times to forming lasting friendships and making friendships you’d never make in a ship- or fandom-specific Discord, to asking for help ‘rolling the dice’ (pick a number between 1-10!) to choose the next fic to read, to finding some of the really challenging task fills in fandoms people might not have ever read but are willing to try, or finding fandoms someone has never read and is very tentative about stepping out of their box, but they’re being 100% supported and know they don’t need to complete the fic for it to count for the task, stepping out of their comfort zone… we’ve formed a very odd group of, if not friends, then companions (but there are definite friendships that have formed!! Just ask the people who have started watching NHL and NFL together in our off topic channel!).

In any case, our Discord is not necessary, but it is a worthy and tactical element to completing many of the tasks of this challenge. 💙

And.... without further ado....!

The 2025 Fanfic Reading Challenge! (link)

There is an info/rules page as the first sheet on the spreadsheet that should fill in any further questions you have. It also has more contact info than just this page if you have any further questions and perhaps need a more immediate answer for your needs.

*Occasionally you will run into something that looks like an error, and it may in fact be one! Let us know if you see it. It's hard not to make a mistake on as large a spreadsheet as this.*

Please, first of all, have fun and just read fanfiction that you enjoy! I (Juulna) did that last year and didn't even come close to completing the entire challenge, and I still had a blast because I was enjoying what I was reading and rereading. Others took the challenge right to the completed end. Others forgot about it halfway through but still had fun, and some even went back and filled in the sheet for a really good showing! The challenge is what you make of it, what you want from it. So... just have fun. Read fic. Smile. Enjoy. :)

Second of all... well, we would love if you signal boost this post!!!!

Third of all, we do have our pinned post that includes a link to this page and that will include a link to our Discord and all our trackers as well, including past links for memento and informative purposes.

Thank you, and a blessed 2025 to all!

[aidairoarchivetwo]

お正月祭3日目！ この小鳥の名前は八尋寧々さん曰くブルーフェニックスだそうです。

It's the third day of the New Year's Festival! According to Yashiro Nene, the name of this little bird is Blue Phoenix.

Date and Time:  9:02 AM · Jan 2, 2017

[reasonsforhope]

THANK FUCKING GOD

"The Supreme Court on Thursday [June 13, 2024] unanimously preserved access to a medication that was used in nearly two-thirds of all abortions in the U.S. last year, in the court’s first abortion decision since conservative justices overturned Roe v. Wade two years ago.

The nine justices ruled that abortion opponents lacked the legal right to sue over the federal Food and Drug Administration’s approval of the medication, mifepristone, and the FDA’s subsequent actions to ease access to it. The case had threatened to restrict access to mifepristone across the country, including in states where abortion remains legal.

Abortion is banned at all stages of pregnancy in 14 states, and after about six weeks of pregnancy in three others, often before women realize they’re pregnant.

Justice Brett Kavanaugh, who was part of the majority to overturn Roe, wrote for the court on Thursday that “federal courts are the wrong forum for addressing the plaintiffs’ concerns about FDA’s actions.”

The opinion underscored the stakes of the 2024 election and the possibility that an FDA commissioner appointed by Republican Donald Trump, if he wins the White House, could consider tightening access to mifepristone, including prohibiting sending it through the mail...

Kavanaugh’s opinion managed to unite a court deeply divided over abortion and many other divisive social issues by employing a minimalist approach that focused solely on the technical legal issue of standing and reached no judgment about the FDA’s actions...

While praising the decision, President Joe Biden signaled Democrats will continue to campaign heavily on abortion ahead of the November elections. “It does not change the fact that the right for a woman to get the treatment she needs is imperiled if not impossible in many states,” Biden said in a statement...

About two-thirds of U.S. adults oppose banning the use of mifepristone, or medication abortion, nationwide, according to a KFF poll conducted in February. About one-third would support a nationwide ban...

More than 6 million people [in the U.S.] have used mifepristone since 2000. Mifepristone blocks the hormone progesterone and primes the uterus to respond to the contraction-causing effect of a second drug, misoprostol. The two-drug regimen has been used to end a pregnancy through 10 weeks gestation...

Biden’s administration and drug manufacturers had warned that siding with abortion opponents in this case could [have] undermined the FDA’s drug approval process beyond the abortion context by inviting judges to second-guess the agency’s scientific judgments. The Democratic administration and New York-based Danco Laboratories, which makes mifepristone, argued that the drug is among the safest the FDA has ever approved."

-via AP, June 13, 2024

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Note: A massive relief and a genuine victory - this will preserve access to the medication used in 2/3rds of abortions last year, for at least another 2 years. (Probably minimum time it will take Republicans to get their next attempt before the Supreme Court.)

Still, with this, a sword that has been hanging over our heads for the last two years is gone. There will be a new one soon, but we just bought ourselves probably at least 2 years. The fight isn't over, but this is absolutely worth celebrating.

[neverreallythoughtaboutthefuture]

Happy New Year!!!

There are now officially only 12 days left to enjoy "Pacific Rim" as a movie portraying "futuristic events"!!!

Important dates to add to your calendar!!!

Between January 1 and January 8, 2025:

Striker Eureka is decommissioned from active combat.

Category IV Kaiju, Mutavore, breaks through Anti-Kaiju Wall and is killed by Striker Eureka, thus proving the Anti-Kaiju Wall ineffective.

Stacker Pentecost recruits Raleigh Becket for breach assault.

Raleigh Becket arrives at the Hong Kong Shatterdome.

Pilot tryouts with Raleigh Becket begin proper.

Raleigh and Mako nearly destroy the Shatterdome during their first attempt at drifting together in Gipsy Danger, prompting Stacker Pentecost to ground her, and inform Raleigh that he would be paired with another co-pilot.

January 8, 2025:

Double Event.

Newton Geiszler drifts with a Kaiju brain.

Category IV Kaijus, Leatherback and Otachi, emerge from the breach and attack Hong Kong.

Crimson Typhoon, Cherno Alpha, and Striker Eureka are deployed.

Crimson Typhoon is destroyed and the Wei Tang brothers are killed by Otachi.

Cherno Alpha is destroyed and the Kaidanovskys are killed by Leatherback.

Striker Eureka is incapacitated by Leatherback's EMP, and Herc Hansen's arm is broken.

Since Gipsy Danger is analog and the only Jaeger able to withstand the EMP (don't ask! I didn't quite get that part!), Stacker finally agrees to let Raleigh Becket and Mako Mori co-pilot her in the field.

Stranded with an unresponsive Jaeger, Herc and Chuck Hansen decide they should do something really, really stupid climb on the top of the head of Striker Eureka and shoot at it with flare guns. For the record that was Herc's dumbass idea!

To absolutely no one's surprise, the flare guns do absolutely no damage to the Kaiju whatsoever, and they only manage to piss Leatherback off but still look badass doing it!

Gipsy Danger is deployed and saves Herc and Chuck Hansen 's sorry asses.

Chuck Hansen is revealed as a secret Gipsy Danger fanboy.

Leatherback and Otachi are killed by Gipsy Danger.

Otachi's baby Kaiju is born and dies via strangulation by umbilical cord during pursuit of Newton Geiszler.

January 12, 2025:

Triple Event.

Category IV Kaiju, Scunner and Raiju emerge from the Breach.

Since Herc Hansen is unable to co-pilot Striker Eureka with his son, Stacker Pentecost decides to take his place in the conn-pod.

Stacker Pentecost launches "Operation Pitfall", an assault involving Gipsy Danger and Striker Eureka on the Breach.

Category 5 Kaiju, Slattern, emerges from the Breach.

Raiju is killed by Gipsy Danger.

Striker Eureka self detonates thermonuclear bomb near the Breach, killing Scunner and a bunch of fishes and badly wounding Slattern.

Slattern is killed by Gipsy Danger.

Gipsy Danger uses Slattern's dead body as a "bar code" to grant them access to the Anteverse through the Breach.

Raleigh Becket sends Mako Mori to safety in her escape pod after she loses consciousness upon entering the Anteverse.

Raleigh Becket arms Gipsy's nuclear reactor to self-destruct, destroys the Breach, and narrowly manages to escape the Anteverse through his own escape pod before the Breach collapses.

Herc Hansen stops the War Clock!

[genshinresource]

Genshin Impact CN | Clean Promotional Artwork for 2024 New Year Party

Download: Google Drive

[cubbihue]

Does Mr. Turner like rubbing his “son’s” successful career in Dinkleberg’s face??

He does! He brags about Timmy's success to every person within the neighborhood's vicinity. Mr. Turner loves how successful his son is! It really secures his reputation at the neighborhood HOA meetings they host at their house.

Timmy's worked very hard to gain more successes than failures. The more successful he is, the greater his family's social standing!! And the less he gets to overhear his dad ranting to the neighborhood about his failures.

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