#i finished this yesterday but then forgot to post it here oops...

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grown men in kamen rider suits should pose more like cute anime girls hope this helps

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₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊The 14th Day of Writemas₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊

Well y’all, officially it’s been 10 days since I joined this challenge! Absolutely insane that I committed to something for once. It’s like a Christmas miracle…or dare I say, a writemas miracle! Haha okay that was too corny, if you want to see the rules and invitation to the event here is the invite post and here are the prompts I will be using today! If you would like to still join, our lovely host is still adding late additions to the taglist. Everyone is welcome! If you just wanna chill on this break season and read creations for writemas then I highly encourage you to check out the invite page and look through other folk’s work and spread some love and holiday cheer! XOXO 

Prompts used:

Dialogue: "Leave this place. Leave me. I have had enough. I cannot endure another moment with you, so please, I beg you, leave."

Setting: A (stone) wall of thorns

I don’t know if anyone caught it yesterday but I actually had Perci with Nilus and Melina(although I forgot to tag her oops, it’s fixed now though)! It’s like a crossover episode. Now yesterday I focused more on Nilus and Perci, so today I will be focusing on Perci and Melina. Yay!

Read about the WIP here!!

Enjoy today’s stuff!! <333

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Perci gazed deeply at the stone wall at a safe distance from him. He smiled to himself, feeling the nice feverish heat radiating from the magical rocks. It had been a week and a half since he looked at his winter coats, or even snow for that matter. Oh, the spoils of war. Mom exaggerated so much about Haukrosen, it’s very nice here. He thought to himself, tracing the gaps between where the stones laid down atop each other with his eyes. Perci was very eager to get his time’s worth of the bustling, yet warmly inviting city before they had to leave on their mission a week from then. 

Deciding that looking at the walls that towered over the capital like an insane person was not enough, Perci walked back inside of the castle his assigned Queensman and crew were in. He walked across the halls, admiring the beautiful architecture of the place. After a while of walking he saw a room with the door cracked open, with a strange kind of green light slithering out of the opening. He pushed the door open more to peak in, allowing it to creak wide open. Leaning on the smooth wilthstone edges of the door frame, he peeped in.

Inside, there was just a lone woman in the room, dressed in a long robe, working on something peculiar. She had dozens of different kinds of plants and equipment surrounding her. Creatures in cages lined the walls behind her. Some of the life she had in there to be imports, expensive ones at that, as Perci hadn’t seen anything of the like in Pytharios before. He was sure she was their Herbalist, since she had the coordinating colors to the division, but she never, ever spoke to anyone— other than reporting to the other Queensmen, of course—, so he couldn’t know anything about her for sure. Now, he has a chance to talk to the mysterious woman.

“Uh, hey there! I guess we haven’t ever formally spoken together, one on one, right? So, moving on to my point here, um, I’m not so sure of your family name, I might have heard it from Queensmen Hyde but I just want to be sure of it. It’s Harrier right? Like the family that started the city Elares? My family traveled there once, when my dad was around, that is. We definitely couldn’t afford a trip like that now.”

He could hear her swallow hard as she glanced up from the large book in her hands. 

“Yes.”, She finally answered, although pretty shakily.

Perci took a step into the room with her, taking his hands off the archway of the room, “Oh, well then. That’s really interesting to know.” 

Silence overwhelmed the room again, as the woman absentmindedly went back to finishing her work.

Another enthusiastic question appeared in Perci’s head, “Hey, didn’t they originally establish the city to hold prisoners there? Well, y’know, not anymore. Since, last time I heard of it, they tore the jailhouses down. Right?”

“The prison is still there, believe me.”

Perci nervously laughed, not sure what exactly she meant by that, and carried on with the questions, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought they didn’t have another daughter”

“I am her.” She said in a monotonous distracted tone, almost as if she was dismissing him from speaking altogether. 

“Oh, I thought you overtook the city’s government, I didn’t think you would leave from such a good position like that. I mean, also, you just don’t seem a whole like her. She was quite the active person when I was there last.”

A quick noise of acknowledgement came right after Perci spoke that last part. He could tell she really wanted to change the subject, for whatever reason. Breathing in deeply to start over fresh, He tried to do exactly that.

“Wow! I sure haven’t seen anyone use…whatever that is, to do…whatever you are doing.” Perci awkwardly said, trying to break the ice with this strange woman.

Melina simply ignored him, still busy combining various strange herbs and substances in the pot before her. Nothing he tried seemed to break the ice again. 

“Where did you learn how to do all of this? There was nothing remotely close to this in the academy! This stuff is absolutely remarkable!”

Again, no answer came.

Perci noticed as he came closer to her she was making some kind of wellness potion. It was bizarre, he hadn’t known of anyone in ages doing this.

He tried to strike up conversation one more time, trying to help the older woman out, “Why can’t you just use magic? This kind of stuff is archaic! Magic is a much quicker and easier way to do all whatever position you are trying to make.”

Melina breathed in deep, “You give to make, child.”

“I know, but I don’t see the harm there, you don’t have to use your own life force, that would be just silly. You can always just use these plant’s lives here, they won’t mind it. You already are using them in another way, it shouldn’t be any different. It’s simple science! Anyone with life can use magic, so that means you can get magic from anything alive.”

Regret set in the moment he said that. He could see the intense feeling of anger settle into her skin in real time. The hairs at the back of her neck stood at their ends as she slowly turned around to face the young boy, her long, white coat whipping around a second after her body did. She slammed her book shut, sending echoes across the room of the loud bang. The wise lines on her face wrinkled further as her face shifted to pure yet quiet anger.

"You think I don’t know that? I—No, no, no. I can’t take it anymore, this is too much. Leave me. I have had enough. I cannot endure another moment with you, so please, I beg you, leave." Melina exhaled out, only snapping out of her usual trance-like demeanor for just that moment, then quickly returning back with tears in her eyes. 

“I’m sorry, but go on, please.” Melina said with sorrow filled words.Did I say something wrong? Perci thought, trying to analyze her odd behavior to the question. Even though it was an odd reaction, Perci realized he definitely overstayed his welcome with her. So, respecting her wishes, he left without another word. But still, as he walked back down the halls, he wondered why she was so adverse to a great thing like magic.

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Can you do one with sick kate bishop × reader with the prompts "can I have a hug?" And "you're shaking" please

The Comfort of a Hug

〚 Notes - I was meant to post this yesterday but I forgot! oops! 〛

〚 Pairing- Kate Bishop x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Kate comes home from work sick but luckily she has you (and Lucky) to take care of her. 〛

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Kate trudged through the front door of her apartment, her body feeling heavy and weak. She had just finished a long day at work, but it wasn't the workload that had left her feeling so drained. No, it was the creeping sickness that had been building up inside her over the past few days. At first, she had tried to ignore it, telling herself that it was just a minor cold that would pass quickly. But as the day wore on, her symptoms had only grown worse. Now, as she stumbled through her living room, she knew that she couldn't keep pushing herself any longer. Her body had reached its limit, and she was about to pay the price for ignoring it. 

“Katie?” Your familiar voice called out from somewhere within the apartment, hearing no response, you finished drying up the dish you’d been washing and came out into the open living room to see her weakly rubbing a crumpled tissue against her red nose.  

"Oh baby, you look terrible," you gasped a little, rushing to her side to place your palm against her slightly clammy forehead. "You’re really warm princess." 

Kate only mumbled something in response, and you frowned. You knew that she tended to push herself too hard, not really knowing when to take a break and you couldn’t help but think that her being out in the chilly, rainy weather all day hadn’t served to help her condition much either. Lucky, her dog, had seemed to notice the increase in noise and padded out into the room, coming to the shivering girl’s side and nuzzling against her leg in an instance. 

“Can I have a hug?” She finally whispered, the state of her croaky voice shocking you a little. 

“Of course, you can sweetie, come here baby.” You nodded, pulling her close towards you, instantly noticing how damp she was. You continued to hold her close, rocking on your heels a little as she sniffled against your shoulder. 

“Let’s get you out of these damp clothes, you’re shaking a little.” You nudged her gently, coaxing her out of your hold, “I finished some laundry today, so I think your favourite purple fuzzy ones are clean again, do you want to wear those?” 

Kate nodded weakly, still sniffling as she stumbled towards the bedroom. You followed closely behind, taking note of how she moved slowly, like every step was a struggle. Once inside, you helped her out of her wet clothes, and then helped her into the cosy pyjamas you had mentioned earlier. As you tucked her into bed, you couldn't help but feel a pang of worry for her. You knew how stubborn she could be, and you didn't want her to get even more sick by not taking care of herself. 

"Can I get you anything, love?" You asked softly, as you brushed her hair out of her face. 

"Just some water, please," Kate croaked out, her voice sounding more strained than ever. 

You nodded and quickly went to grab her a glass of water, bringing it back to her bedside. She took a few sips, her eyes closing with relief as the cool liquid slid down her throat. 

"Thank you," she murmured softly, her eyes flickering open to meet yours. 

"Of course, anything for you," you replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before standing up to leave the room. "I'll make you some soup, and then I'll come back to check on you. Try to get some rest, okay?" 

Kate nodded weakly, already feeling herself drifting off to sleep with Lucky curled up closely at her feet. As you left the room, she couldn't help but feel grateful for your care and attention. Even though she was feeling terrible, she knew that with you by her side, she would be able to get through it. 

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My artfight attack for my lovely wife @k-d-t-art is up and finished! It's her OC Marcus! EVERYONE LOVES MARCUS!!! I forgot to post it here yesterday lol OOPS but it's better late than never!

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J/B Week 2023: Day Two

Oops! Yesterday was very tiring and I forgot to do this. Oh, well. I'll post this now and then catch up later this afternoon.

Question two: How long have you been shipping J/B?

Four years. As I said in my first post, I knew they were in love with each other after I finished the books, but the true shipping bug didn't hit until after they were done so dirty by the show. I was so furious after S8E04 that my immediate response was, "where are the fix-it fics?" It took about six months after I read several hundred fics before I got up the courage to write one of my own, and then join the J/B fandom fully, but here I am!

[thelittolpinkstudent]

hello, hello! happy march and rainy saturday ☘️🌧️ i forgot to post last night (i got wrapped up in my k-drama oop) so here’s today and yesterday’s work progress, as i just finished up today’s work list.

yesterday (3/1/2024)

✅ laundry i’ve been letting sit for way too long

✅ german homework

✅ attended a public health talk on personalized and precision medicine and did my write up on it

🟨 began to revise a piece for workshop on tuesday

today (3/2/2024)

✅ finished my revised piece! (i added double the number of original pages)

✅ sent my revised piece off to the correct people to read ahead of tuesday’s class

✅ 15 guided reading AND 16 guided reading! i’m set until the thursday after break

despite it being very rainy and still having difficulties with my knee, i’ve had a very successful few days in productivity while also enjoying myself. as i said, i’ve been enraptured by a k-drama (oh my baby on netflix), so that’s taken up a lot of my alone time, as well as hanging out with my best friend and going to club meetings. i’m expecting next week to be pretty relaxed, as currently, i have finished a majority of work, aside from a few big things at the beginning of the week that i need other people to help me with and some smaller things like german homework that shouldn’t be too bad.

today’s gratitude: it’s march! it’s so rainy and cozy 🥰🌧️

days until spring break: 6!

that’s all for today and i’ll see you all on monday! 💕

[iantimony]

a day late because yesterday i was tooooo busy! some spoilers in here for dungeon meshi and saltburn!

listening: mostly background stuff. i still haven't played more nier: automata but the boyf got me listening to the soundtrack and it whips.

reading: more tgcf at night to soothe my frenzied brain to sleep. i finished dungeon meshi yesterday!! i did cry!!! it was so, so good, i loved it. i really liked that there was no set antagonist, per se, at least not until the very end with the fight against the winged lion, it was all just a bunch of characters with different but justifiable goals that had their aims all butting up against each other. very cool. i love kabru what a little shit

a collection of some good screenshots:

watching: many things this week. my partner is visiting for the week and we like to have videos on while we're cooking n eating so we watched...essentially the entirety of weird history food channel, started with the trader joes one and spiraled from there.

we also watched the currently-released episodes of dungeon meshi. very charming. i cannot wait to see how they animate certain scenes.

on sunday night we did a friend dinner, so me and my boyfriend, roommate and hers, and one other friend; after dinner we movie night-ed it and watched saltburn and blazing saddles:

saltburn was insane! apparently there is shock and alarm at the sex scenes, which i am not very online about it so i have no idea what people are actually saying but imo it was not that crazy. there is a solo, uh, let's call it Moment towards the end of the film that is pretty out there, but besides that the sex scenes are the least of anyone's worries in this movie. it took me WAY too long to realize that the main character was the antagonist, i'm normally pretty savvy to those kinds of twists so that took me off guard. my roommate had seen it once (or even twice?? i think?? i have no wish to watch that movie again, good for her though) and i didn't start clocking it until immediately before felix tricked oliver into going home. as they were in the car i was like "there's no fucking way that he lied about his family to felix. right. right??" oops. some good cool symbolism in there, i had a bit of an xkcd "of course everyone knows this myth" moment when my roommate was like "huh i wonder if there's a symbolic reason for the bull-man statue in the maze at the end, or felix's angel wing costume" and i was like surprise pikachu. the minotaur, the labyrinth, icarus, hello? wdym you don't know the story of the minotaur??? much to think about with this movie. i searched it on tumblr and feel like a lot of people missed the point in favor of blorbo romance but like, fair, it is the blorbo romance website. 8.5/10.

blazing saddles was our palette cleanser after that doozy of a film. my friend said at the end "anyone who thinks this movie is racist needs better media literacy" and i'm inclined to agree. yes the n word is in there - but the people saying it are so unambiguously depicted as insanely stupid and wrong, and the leading man is a charismatic handsome black man, and tbh the smartest person in the movie? arguably more homophobic (the end scenes) than racist but even then the way 'f*ggot' is deployed hit me like modern tumblr humor.

idk. even though it's a comedy it is Very clear to me that a message from this movie is "Racism Bad". i thought it was fun, didn't find the blonde lady's musical number very good or funny, got a few chuckles out of it overall. classic mel brooks. 7/10.

playing: wizord101.

making: started experimenting with english paper piecing! i forgot to take a picture yesterday so ill try to remember and add that later today. or maybe for next week's post. also started a pair of fingerless gloves for my mom

eating: my boy made us all a budae-jjigae type object on sunday and it was so so so yummy - photo from before simmering for like 30 minutes, with pork belly, spam, tofu, and a bunch of mushrooms, grunions, and kimchi:

before my roommate came back from a conference we did this cabbage and thin-sliced hotpot beef thing that was. so fucking good. we had it two separate nights in a row. just layering meat and napa cabbage and then cutting into ~2in strips, laying them in a pot, filling the center with mushrooms; make a broth of soy sauce/dashi/misc soup stock powder from leftover ramen, pour it over, simmer til cooked baby. delicious. this image is a little steamy bc i tried to take it right after opening the pot, lol

misc: wough. struggling to get back into the routine a little. i need to make more spreadsheets for my agonies (apartment hunting and determining what internships/programs to apply to for this summer). and i need to start using my planner again because i keep forgetting to do shit.

[vivi-in-the-sky-with-diamonds]

What Goes On In Your Heart? (MedStudent!reader x Paul)

(Photo by Linda McCartney <3 also to note, I personally imagined 1964ish Paul in this but you can imagine whatever you like since it really has no impact on the story lol anyway, I chose this photo for *ahem* reasons)

This wasn't my original post plan (especially given I was due to post yesterday, oops) but I remembered I wrote this a couple weeks ago and thought I'd post it instead! It's heavily inspired by this post by @mysweetgeo (not connected but you should read theirs first because I said so /hj) and my stupid amount of knowledge on the cardiac system (thanks, autism!). That said, that hyperfixation was awhile ago, though I did research while writing it, but if anything is inaccurate, let me know and I'll make changes! Originally written with a specific character in mind, but changed to be a fem!reader, so if there are any remnants of her written Scouse accent, please ignore lol. Proofed in UK English, like all of my Beatles fics. Anyway, enjoy c:

CW: light nudity, brief sex joke (can tag if needed)

I walk into the bedroom I share with Paul. “Paul?” He hums a response as he continues flipping through the book he’s reading. “I have an exam coming up tomorrow, and I was wondering if you could help me study.”

He sets his book down. “’course I can. Not sure how much help I’ll be in your field, though.”

I giggle. “That’s alright. I mainly just need you as a dummy.” I stop before saying, “Not a dummy, like a mannequin!”

Paul chuckles. “I dunno. I fit the dummy quite well.”

I slap him playfully. “You do not! Er, could you strip to your pants for me? Professional reasons only!”

He smirks as he does as told. “What exam could you possibly have that needs me like this?”

“Exam on the cardiovascular system. Well, it’s less of an exam and more of a project. I’m supposed to give a cardio exam to someone I know and report the results,” I answer. “I’m gonna be using my stethoscope, alright?”

“Whatever you need, love.”

I straddle him—only because it’s the easiest position for what I’m doing—before beginning my run-through. “Right, so first I’m supposed to check a bunch of things; make sure you don’t have cyanosis or oedema or things like that.”

He chuckles. “I dunno what any of that means but I put my trust in you.”

I laugh slightly. “Well, you’re not blue, pale, or swollen and you’re breathing fine so that part’s finished.”

I run through the rest of the visual things very quickly. “Alright, now, give me your wrist, please.” He follows my directions. “Ninety. Interesting.”

As I write the number down, he asks, “Is there somethin’ I should know about that number?”

“’s normal, if that’s what you’re asking,” I reply. “Well, a bit high but still in normal range. Something on your mind?”

“Oh, no,” he answers sarcastically. “Just watchin’ my bird straddle me, stethoscope round her neck, lookin’ like the sexiest doctor I’ve ever seen.

I blush slightly. “Shut up! Can I have your other wrist, please?” I feel for a moment before saying, “Okay, good, that’s in sync. Right arm, please.”

“Aren’t you gonna explain any of what you’re doin’?” he asks, giving me his arm. “Most patients, includin’ me, don’t have a clue what you’re up to.”

I blush. “Right, I forgot that part. Alright, what I just did was check your pulse and made sure it was synced in both arms. Now, I’m checking your pulse in a different spot.”

He chuckles as he watches me. “How many times are you gonna check it?”

I stick my tongue out. “Well, I only had two more, but now you’ve earned a third, since you wanna ask stupid questions.”

He pouts. “That’s no fair.”

I roll my eyes with a smirk. “Bollocks, where have I left my— oh, it’s right here.” Paul chuckles at me as I continue, “Blood pressure. Checking it in both arms. Professor said lying and standing aren’t both required so we’ll just do lying.”

“I don’t like that thing,” he whines as I strap on my blood pressure cuff.

“You’ll be alright,” I reply. “’sides, you agreed to this, didn’t ye?”

He pouts again. “That was before I knew it entailed all this.”

“Keep quiet, I can’t hear!”

A look of pure sarcasm covers his face.

“126/80.” I write the number down as I continue, “A bit high but normal, to match that ‘a bit high but normal’ pulse you’ve got. Gonna check the other arm now.”

“How do you even know what you’re listenin’ for?” he asks when I finish the other arm.

“Identical,” I murmur to myself before saying, “Come here.” I strap the cuff around my own arm and situate my stethoscope. “I’m gonna squeeze the cuff. You’re gonna hear a thump, alright? That’s what you’re listening for.”

He nods—though I’m not sure he completely understands—before closing his eyes to dedicate his attention to his hearing. “Oi, I hear it!” he says after a second.

“What’s the number?”

He squints to read the tiny numbers on the metre. “110.”

“Alright, tell me when the sound is gone.”

A silent moment passes before he speaks, “There. 70.”

I give him a sly smile. “Congratulations, Macca. You’ve just done your first blood pressure reading.”

He gives a proud smile. “Alright, what’s next?”

“Take a wild guess,” I answer sarcastically.

He rolls his eyes. “Where this time?”

“Neck, but I’m gonna listen first. Chin up.” I place the diaphragm of my stethoscope against his neck. “Breathe in and hold, please.”

I can tell he’s getting a bit put out with the number of things I have to do in an exam.

“Right, nothing wrong there.”

“Pardon me for askin’,” he interrupts, voice dripping with sarcasm, “but what was that for?”

Ignoring the tone in his voice, I answer, “Just checking for murmurs and bruits so I don’t give ye a stroke.”

He quirks an eyebrow but chooses not to pursue the question. I place two fingers on his carotid pulse.

“Everythin’ good?” he asks, his voice vibrating my fingers.

“Yep, still ninety,” I reply. “Right, time for your punishment pulse check. Spread your legs for me.”

He blushes and asks, “Why?” as he follows my directions.

“Gonna check the pulse in your femoral artery,” I answer. I place my hand where his leg meets his groin, putting my other hand on top. “Interesting how the pulse here is 115.”

He blushes deep red. “I dunno why I agreed to this.”

“Because you love me, yeah, yeah, yeah,” I sing. “’sides, my professor didn’t ask for that pulse so I’m not writing that down. Right, here comes the fun part. Well, fun for me. Checking your pulse again but on your chest this time. Hands to your sides.”

He does as I ask before I place my hand on his chest. I check in a few different spots before he says, “I’ll bite. What you doin’ now?”

“Making sure I can’t feel any murmurs. You can feel some of ‘em, ye know.”

He makes a surprised face. “I actually didn’t know that.”

“Now this is my favourite part,” I say emphatically, donning my stethoscope. “Mainly because it’s the easiest since I’ve never actually seen a patient with a murmur.”

He chuckles a bit and asks, “Well, what do I need to do?”

“Be very quiet.”

He lets out a little chuckle before going silent as I begin auscultating every area of his heart with both the diaphragm and bell.

“How’s it soundin’ in there?” he asks, startling me slightly.

“Still ninety, if that’s what you’re asking,” I reply after gaining my composure. “Or are you asking for a listen?”

“Askin’ for a listen on you,” he teases.

I roll my eyes with a grin. I know he’s not serious, but I humour him anyway. “Mitral. Tricuspid. Pulmonary. Aortic.” I move the diaphragm around with each word. “And just for you, Erb’s point. Not a valve but we listen there anyway. Don’t ask me why because I don’t know.”

“Mitral’s my favourite,” he blurts.

“Don’t go all ‘cardiologist’ on me, Macca,” I laugh. “Don’t worry, it’s mine too. And with that, I can safely say you, Mr. McCartney, are healthy as a horse, as far as your heart’s concerned.”

He smirks. “So, what do I get for participatin’ in this?”

“I’ll give you a stress test later.” I give him a quick kiss before climbing off him and reporting the rest of my findings.

[dynamic-power]

The Happiness We Deserve

Chapter 7

Read it here on ao3

Rated E | 1k (11.6k total)

CW: None for this chapter

Jay stops by while Ian is still over

Chapter 1

I posted this yesterday and forgot to post it here too. Oops. 😅

An hour and a shared bowl later, they were pleasantly high and relaxed further into the couch. It was nice, sitting there with Ian and talking about everything and nothing. Ian told him about his cat, about his coworkers, about living in the city. Mickey told him about the Alibi and about his time in prison. 

They ended up talking about Ian’s family, too. Ian listened eagerly as Mickey told him little stories about his nieces and nephews, embarrassing things about his siblings, things he did and didn’t like about their partners. 

Everything seemed to click into place. They slipped back into a comfortable atmosphere. It may have been the beers or the weed, but Mickey was enjoying the evening. 

They did not talk about their past beyond sharing a few remembered stories from childhood. They didn’t talk about how things were left between them; how their last real conversation had been while Ian was sick, how he had broken Mickey’s heart that day, or how he stopped visiting. They didn’t talk about the fact that he’d left without saying goodbye to anyone. Not just Mickey, but Lip and Liam and Carl and Debbie. 

And that was okay. Mickey was fine with that. He didn’t want to bring up the shitty stuff; he wanted to enjoy laughing and talking with a friend that he hadn’t seen in a long time. 

It was okay and Mickey was fine with moving on. 

But that was a lie. 

Because really, he wanted to scream and yell. He wanted to curse Ian for leaving things the way he did. He wanted to ask how he could do that, wanted to know if what he said he’d felt for Mickey were lies. How else could he have let him go so easily? He wanted to know if everything they’d gone through together had fucked him up as much as it had fucked up Mickey. 

He wanted to know if maybe, maybe, Ian had lingering doubts. If maybe his heart still yearned for-

But Mickey wasn’t going to allow himself to dwell on any of that. 

Instead, he smiled, and nodded, and laughed as Ian told him about his life. The one he lived apart from Mickey.

Mickey was finishing off their second bowl when the door to his apartment unlocked and swung open. 

Jay appeared in the doorway, still dressed in his suit from work, with his overnight bag slung over one shoulder. His nose scrunched as he smelled the weed. “Mickey,” he said with a sigh, closing the door and locking it, “you know I don’t like it when-”

He turned around and cut himself off with a small, “oh.”

Ian looked about as startled as Mickey felt. His wild eyes darted to Mickey briefly before looking back to Jay, offering him a little wave. “Uh,” he said, “sorry.”

“I didn’t know he’d still be here,” Jay said stiffly.

“I didn’t know you’d be comin’ by,” Mickey said, feeling a little annoyed. He knew that was unfair; Jay had a key and an open invitation. 

“Yeah, well. I texted you when I left the office. I took the morning off tomorrow, so I figured we could…” He trailed off with a wave of his hand, but didn’t put down his bag or remove his jacket. “But if you’re busy-”

“No,” Ian said with a firm shake of his head, “I’m not staying much longer.” He looked down at his watch. “I should actually be getting back to the hotel. Doug will be waiting up for me.” It was a lie; he’d already told Mickey that Doug had gone to bed before he’d even come over. The model had a ridiculously early call time and needed rest. Mickey wanted to call Ian out on it, but he held his tongue. 

“It was good to see you,” Jay said before Ian had even moved from the couch. With a clearly annoyed glance at Mickey, Jay disappeared into the bedroom. The door shut with a soft click. 

“Um,” Ian said, laughing nervously and rubbing his thighs with his hands, “I don’t think he likes me very much.”

“I know he doesn’t,” Mickey said with a snort. “But that’s okay. Makes sense, after all.” He should have stopped talking, but he was high and his mouth was moving before his brain could even process the words. “It’s not often that your boyfriend is visited by the one who got away.”

They both froze. The room was completely silent for a moment, before Ian cleared his throat. “The what?”

“Nothin’,” Mickey said quickly, setting the bong on the coffee table and standing from the couch. “I didn’t say nothin’, and you didn’t-”

“It’s okay, Mick,” Ian interrupted. His voice was strained, like it physically hurt him to say the next words. “You got away from me, too.”

Emotion rushed through Mickey. Anger, confusion, desperation, sadness. I didn’t go anywhere, he wanted to shout, you could have had me if you’d just stayed.

He swallowed it all down, clenching his fists as Ian rose from the couch. “I’ll call you an uber,” he said, pulling his phone from his pocket. Opening it, he saw that he did, in fact, have a missed call and three new texts from Jay. 

Ian’s hand fell on his arm, warm and rough. Just like everything else about this older version of Ian, it was both foreign and familiar. Mickey made the mistake of looking up. Ian was so close.

His eyes were intense. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and his brow creased for a moment. “Mickey.”

Mickey felt his face flush and his eyes sting with the familiar feel of unshed tears. “Ian.” His voice shook. 

Ian darted forward and Mickey’s breath stopped as his warm mouth landed on his cheek. “Thanks for tonight,” Ian murmured against his skin. And then he was gone, leaving Mickey standing in the middle of his apartment with one hand clenched around his phone and the other pressed to his cheek. 

Mickey wiped angrily at his eyes and stomped over to his door, locking it behind Ian. Then he went to his bedroom, standing in front of the door and taking a few deep, measured breaths before pushing it open. 

[autonomousllama]

We are back bitches!

Ok, ok, so its been *looks at last post*....a while...since our last post. I've been doing uni work and getting sick. Tbh, the main reason there hasn't been many posts is just because I wasn't feeling up to playing the sims 3 much. I have been on a sims 2 binge.

I was supposed to post these yesterday but i kinda forgot. Oops? I have mostly finished this gen, so I am hoping we will finally see the end to this.

Anyway, for those who don't care to go scrolling back, the last we left off:

Max grew up into an adult

Larkin got on the honor roll and published a book

Our heir, Wren, just grew up into a child.

I made over their bedroom, but I forgot to take a picture of Wren's makeover

Here she is!

I actually made her over again, because when I finally went to play this family again, I wasn't really satisfied with the outfit and hair I gave her. I like this look a lot better. I feel it brings out the outdoorsy adventurer a lot more.

It's also possible my personal style has changed a bit since last playing.

Uh, well, anyway, welcome back!

[jemwolf]

So. This was finished yesterday but I forgot to post it here (and also noticed some mistakes I had to fix this morning anyways oops-)

Anywho, it's Teskal and her questionably-acquired lightsaber! Wonder what's got her so angry 🤔 I thought a drawing of my Star Wars gal would be fitting for May 4th :3 I've been meaning to draw her again.

I'd like to add shading sometime in the future, but I wanted to post her, heh.

Kwaa'tig are an open species created by @/mayhw on twitter! Go check out their art!

Check out my original sketch below the cut lol

[darsynia]

The heart wants what it wants...

Gosh, so I've been writing for a nearly 30 year old fandom, the book/tv show Christy. I was a huge Kellie Martin fan from Life Goes On, and I'd liked the book (evangelical childhood go brrr)-- lemme tell you, Scottish-voiced older smart gruff man & idealistic kind resourceful opinionated young woman will ALWAYS get me. Add LeVar Burton and Tyne Daly and I'm HOOKED. OH I forgot to mention it's set in the Great Smokies and the vistas are magnificent (TWW reference says hi).

Well, the show itself has a religious scaffolding, and it's pretty wholesome, so though the series manages some truly intense unresolved sexual tension, I should refrain from getting too racy in this 'it was a crime to never show these two kissing' 'shipping Neil/Christy for 30 years does something to a person' story, right? RIGHT?

Me: I'll write a brief satisfying M encounter

Me now: he's soaked after checking for a fire in a thunderstorm and she's slowly unbuttoning him while he loses his mind OOPS

Anyway, I'm putting the finishing touches on Shipping chapter 3, but if you ever watched this show or might be interested in a period piece where two people with hidden feelings find themselves married and figuring out what fun that can be, feel free to check out that story! It's got a tiny online presence (under 200 fics on FFN, my fic was #7 on AO3) so I probably won't post again about it, but I'm very pleased by what I've written.

Breathing Fire

Summary: After an unexpected standoff puts Christy in a compromised position, she discovers what a marriage based on love and friendship is really like. With that firm basis, she seeks to heal the wounds that were caused before she even arrived in Cutter Gap.

For fun, here's an excerpt under the jump:

Note: Set the day after the wedding, but their 'wedding night' was interrupted; Neil is a doctor and he was called away for a medical emergency. He hasn't gotten much sleep as a result.

When she woke next it was thanks to the bright indirect sunlight from the window. She’d slept in.

Christy threw herself out of bed, spluttering her hair out of her face as she rushed over to the dresser to grab something to wear.

“Christy,” Neil rumbled from the bed. He had his arm draped over his eyes.

“I’m late for school!”

“You’re not.”

“No, I am! Miss Alice was supposed to take my place, but she was with you.” She supposed she could dress on the other side of the closet door, or at the top of the stairs with the bedroom door closed. When she turned around with a handful of underthings, meaning to race over to the closet and do just that, she ran right into Neil.

“Grantland got back yesterday evening, he’s teaching your students today,” he said, tugging the clothes from her hands to set them on top of the dresser. “Back to bed,” he said, guiding her back with an arm around her shoulders.

Sleepy Neil was a charming mix of impatience and determination.

“But David has no idea where the lesson plans are!”

“He’ll probably spend the whole day sermonizing at them,” he said once they got over to the bed. Neil then yawned so hard he stumbled sideways before shuffling around to the other side.

Christy sat, her sense of purpose deflated. “Is there anything you were supposed to do this morning that I can do instead? Dropping by a patient’s house, or picking up supplies?”

“No one will expect us for days,” he told her, rubbing at his eye with a knuckle. “We’re meant to spend them enjoying each other, which right now should mean you, sleeping next to me, in silence.” There was a daring sort of tease to his voice that sent a thrill through her. How was she meant to sleep after he said something like that? 

“I’m wide awake. How about I go downstairs and--”

“Don’t,” Neil blurted. He took in a breath to say something, then chuckled. “Not sure how well I’d sleep knowing you were down there rearranging everything.”

“Meaning you’d sleep better if I stayed up here?” Christy guessed.

His expression sobered, and he rolled onto his back. “I keep expecting to wake up and find all of this was a dream.”

If she were braver, she would have told him about her dreams of him, but instead, she said, “How about I go get a book to read, so I can sit up beside you, while you sleep? I can pull the curtains shut.” 

His nod was relieved, and Christy got up, thinking hard to remember where she’d packed her book. It wasn’t with the others, since she’d been reading it a little each night. A glance over at her husband told her he was still ruminating.

“Ask me what I’m reading,” Christy said, crouching down to rummage through the front pocket of one suitcase.

“What?”

“It’s part of distracting you while I look for my book,” she told him. Standing, she put her hands on her hips. Was it downstairs?

“Fine,” Neil said, his voice still sleepy, but more like his confident self. “What are you reading?”

“Little Women, by Louisa May Alcott. It’s a story about four sisters, all very different, and how each of them handle the process of growing up. I loved it when I was younger, and now I’m rereading it to pick out parts to share with the children.” As she spoke, she found the book, drew the curtain, then came back to briskly set things up to sit comfortably beside him.

“You’re an excellent teacher, Christy.”

Praise from him really was worth a hundred kind words from anyone else.

[achaiapelides]

Kit's Diary

Chapter 11

Dear Ty,

do you sometimes also have those days when nothing works and you get reminded of your past mistakes no matter what you do? I have one of them today. Everything reminds me of you and the worst part is that it's not like I'm mourning somebody who died. You're very well alive, there's no reason for me to be sad. It's just that you don't feel the same I feel for you. It could be so much worse. I always keep telling myself that I shouldn't mourn someone who didn't even die, but that only makes it worse. Now I not only feel sad, but also frustrated that I cannot control my own emotions.

I tried to do my homework, but I get distracted, I even started tidying up my room - but somehow I ended up in my bed curled up in the sheets and crying.

I would have probably spend the whole day like this, if Mina didn't barge into my room and demanded, that I went to the store with her to buy her favourite cookies. Well actually it was just "Kit. Store. Cookie. Mamndad busy." That's all a one and a half year old toddler can say.

Since I couldn't say no to Mina, I went to the store with her to buy cookies and some other groceries. On the way there she asked: "Kit cry. Why sad?", so I told her all about you and what happened between us. I don't think she understood everything, but she kept chanting "Kit love Ty! Kit love Ty!" the whole way to the store and even told the cashier. It was so cute. When I returned home, I actually got enough motivation to get some of my homework done. Maybe I should spend more time with Mina when I get like this. She can cheer everyone up.

Now I'm in my bed again because it's night and I need to sleep. But here I am, yet again thinking about you. I really miss you. Sometimes I hope you can feel when I miss you, but of course that's nonsense. Maybe, if I imagine that you're lying next to me, I can fall asleep.

I hope you can sleep better than me.

Love, Kit

Hello everyone,

I know I just wanted to take a break in February to finish my term paper, but then I read Chain of Thorns and got so emotional afterwards, that I had to keep myself from making this fanfiction too sad. So I needed a Chain of Thorns-recovery month, but I have recovered now and will hopefully be able to update this story every Monday again.

Also, yes I know it's Tuesday today, I just forgot to post this yesterday. Oops.

Anyways, I have a question for you: Do you have any ideas what should definitely happen in this story? Because I'm lacking some new ideas. So if you want, please leave some ideas in the comments.

Thank you 😁

[akoiromanticstudent]

aesthetic coffee and bookshop.................. hangout

and the Historian continues to be absolutely lovely, as seen on our date yesterday a couple weeks before Valentine's Day [oops I forgot to finish this post], having met for the first time in person in three years, nothing dramatic happened as a result of the fact that I've graduated, no sudden or notable shift in our relationship. I thought I would detail said date anyway for record keeping and sentimentality, but it's worth noting he casually said we were soulmates so yanno ♥ haha

I arrived 45minutes early to his class that I'd play the Maple Leaf Rag for and knocked on his office door, and he invites me in [despite the fact that he's in the usual pre-class flurry of frantic preparation], and while in there I'm able to confirm that he's still got my insane Valentine's Day gift as well as my extremely secret April Fools Day gift [which I will reveal one day because it was an incredible undertaking but only after my next job is confirmed and I move out of the country lolololol]

and I didn't say the cool thing I wanted to say which was "I'll have you know, I've been waiting two years to say this to your face... hello [first name]" [as he had disallowed me from calling him by first name until it was certain that I would never return as a student] - I really wanted to say this but saying people's names to their faces is like pulling teeth and I never manage it

we had a lovely little chat but I pulled it short because I know he was scrambling for class and I'd better not let his social tendencies get in the way of his work as much as I love hearing him, and he strongly advised I check out the gallery/exhibition downstairs on famous women in popular music [it was indeed very cool ♥] before coming back up to get to the classroom to practice

we realized that I didn't have a way to get into the room early enough so he hands me his key card and says "by the way, you have to give that back" [hehe] and I just laugh but when he leaves I love looking at it [I've seen it before] and the fact that it has his profile picture from when he started teaching at this university, he was SO much younger, emphasizing a model-worthy facial structure with a very modest haircut [notably more hair than now]

I practice various ragtime for a bit and I time it so that he and early students walk in, I'm playing a slower, sweet rag called Weeping Willow to welcome them in, a delightful little piece that none of them have heard before. After this, he enthusiastically introduces me to the class as a pianist, piano teacher, twice music major alum, and a "friend" - the second time he introduced me this way (the first time was to his son - nothing terribly interesting is happening there, I just offered to potentially help his son get an internship or something with my company)

so later in the class I go ahead and play the Maple Leaf, demonstrating various musical, technical, harmonic, and structural aspects, directed by The Historian - and as every time I do this for him, he's delighted that I do this. And "I really particularly love this harmony" and his voice drops and says "Wait, here, stop, this chord, oh yes... Okay next one"... "Just go back and forth between those chords."

after class, I let every else talk to him before I engage him again and we chat like colleagues and buddies (and maybe, somewhat loosely, we are at least nearly peers--after all, I'm an educator as well, simply not classroom), about teaching and students and music, and we depart from the music building together out to our corresponding cars, chatting and laughing and exchanging snarky comments and casually loving compliments

He's SO so so lovely and we go out into the windy, freezing parking lot, and he takes great care to know what my car looks like (as well as get my phone number in case I get lost, as if he didn't already have it) before he goes to his car and I follow him out.

We arrive at the Super Aesthetic Bookshop and I'm sure we look like quite a suspicious pair, this 6'0 white-as-american-man-can-be geezer and 5'3 (reacted) woman, speaking in low hushed pretentious tones and sensible chuckles, standing awkwardly at the counter for several minutes as we slowly realize their coffee machine is broken, so we walk to another coffee shop in the complex with nearly the opposite aesthetic - clean, white, barren, youthful, and now he's the one that looks hilariously out of place, but I feel even weirder, surrounded by people my age and younger (mind you this place looks like it was AI generated from Instagram coffee posts), possibly even giving us looks for the way we interact (but hey! We're just friends, a pair of nerds, hanging out) before we carry our coffees back to the bookshop.

We make our way back to the sitting area-- and it's SO cozy-- he gestures to a few seating options: individual chairs? Or the couch... Which is definitely, definitely, a two-seater, and therefore by definition, a loveseat. Which I DEFINITELY choose, and he seems more than comfortable with, so we settle on this "couch" (fingers curling around our respective coffees for the warmth) - speaking pretentiously again with cute self-depreciating interjections (his eyes cast down bashfully or with secret humor), with a totally appropriate amount of space between us (I still don't know his touch), and somehow never ever getting uncomfortable (his hands are so big), never getting closer (lips curl into a smirk), but never getting further (he hums in agreement, he hums in disagreement, I always think he speaks so smoothly but in reality he stutters enough, in between very fluid phrases).

And we talk about teaching and reading and psychology and society and work and technology and music

He talked about a teaching dilemma, regarding these students, a "modern problem", and he worries that he's holding up expectations that students can no longer meet. Me, being a freaking nerd, don't think that these expectations are excessive, given the relative ease of the other classes in our degree, and I said, "well. I am, in some respects, old fashioned as well..."

Him: "this is why we're soulmates." He's grinning and I laugh with love and don't say anything specific at all to that, but it's definitely there.

We're soulmates.

And maybe that's okay that this means that we're just friends that sometimes come together and chat comfortably for many hours at a time.

[myspacedotcumdumpster]

12/15/2024 1:58pm

God, I love reading AND I love writing. I love feeling known. I love letting people know me. I love experiencing joy through connection. Something I've been trying to let go of is the inevitable end.

I forgot to take my meds yesterday (oops) and I fell asleep with trying to eulogize my (very much alive) dad. I have so many things I wish to say about him, I cried thinking about a world where he is no longer here. Which brings me to this: I think I have OCD, I have so many rituals and superstitions and how if I think good thoughts then good things will happen. I do not allow my brain to wallow in the unknown or allow comparison to thieve my joy, that just ISN'T fair.

Also, I wish to touch upon how bad ai (Grammarly) is. It keeps suggesting corrections which sound stupid. I hate how our technology keeps evolving into something worse.

I miss 2009 internet. I miss 2019 internet.

2024 to 2025 is about to be a very dark place, algorithmically speaking. Souce: I feel it in my heart.

I've been toying with the idea of writing publically on substack but I fear that my takes aren't important or even worthy of being published on there. What kind of takes does a baddie from Framingham Massachusetts TRULY have? But this begs the question of "are people who post from major cities really able to command our culture?" to be answered. I think in a way, yes, but on the flip side there are so many of us, posters, from metropolitan suburbs, farm towns, and isolated rural landscapes who have voices to share. However, the algorithm is keeping us all apart, so that we may not mobilize.

With the death of the UHC CEO we are all being shown to each other, the algorithm shows similar posts to the ones a user has liked or interacted with, so we are now seeing more takes on the hot issue of obliterating our dying nation's oligarchs from posters far and wide.

When I got up this morning, after one day of missed prozac, I was able to feel the muscles in my core, something I haven't felt or engaged with since getting back on my meds in September. I miss working out. I miss the rage. I miss moving in a way that makes me feel like a weapon. I saw earlier on my timeline that the biggest "fuck you" we can give to our oppressors is being in fighting shape, so that we are clear and aware of what is being done to us as the working class.

As soon as I took my dose this morning, I felt myself slip back into the soft and docile state that it has me blanketed in. I felt myself lose the rage. I felt myself become muted.

Every Sunday I post a "Sunday Slay" video on my ig stories, showcasing my Sunday Best outfit for my shift at the museum. I took one take and I started off with "I'm feeling depressed and wearing muted colors, very proletariat coded, the wealthy class wears white because they can afford to fuck up, whereas someone like me can't" I deleted it. Who the fuck starts a fashion video like that? Then I posted the next version where I convinced myself to be more animated to spread joy to those I know watch my stories for this weekly segment. I didn't want to let them down. I didn't want to call a spade a spade. We all know what kind of broken system we live in and under and by me, a whimsical little bitch, saying so unfortunately makes it real. I must continue to curate a weird and zany little dream world for those who follow me to visit, so that there is some solice to be found online.

I was talking with my friend and lover, Majid, today about posting, he is also a poster, but has declared that I post so frequently on many different apps and always seem to get at least one like, I said to him "it's because I allow myself to be seen" or at least what I want you all to see. I am very precious and kind and funny, and I love sharing that online, and aways have. I have been online since before my frontal lobe was finished growing and I will be on here until I get demented and start regurgitating posts from the decades of memes I have witnessed when I am in the nursing home. A part of me thinks I will be dead before that chapter in my life. Maybe all of us will be? But that's bleak. Who knows what the future has in store, all I know is that in the present I will remain effervescent in order to spread that energy to others.

Anyways, that's all I have to say for right now. Who knows what I will say next?

[little-frog-writes]

Oops, I forgot to post this here yesterday. I finished the next chapter of "Lost in Time", finally. Don't mind the wacky proportions of the outlines behind the main figures. I was free handing most of this sketch due to my power going out... Regardless, here is the link to the story if anyone wants to read it: