#location minivan

[theonion]

Flashing his trademark wit, dermatologist and father of three Gil Schlerek amused onlookers in the parking lot of Christ Presbyterian Church by incorporating a popular movie catchphrase into his search for his car Sunday. “Dude, where’s my car?” asked Schlerek, 48, invoking Dude, Where’s My Car?, the 2000 Ashton Kutcher–Seann William Scott comedy in which two hard-partying teenagers pose the titular question following a wild night on the town. “Dude! Where is my car?” continued Schlerek, spinning around once before finally “locating” the family’s 1998 Plymouth Voyager minivan. An estimated 10 parishioners, all over 40, were sufficiently amused by Schlerek’s antics to emit guffaws ranging from medium to hearty. Schlerek’s antics were largely ignored by his three children, daughters Karen, 17, and Stacy, 15, and son Michael, 13. “Come on, Dad,” an irritated Karen told her father. “Can we please just go?” Full Story

[bluemoonscape]

I am so INTRIGUED by Misty I need to put her in a snow globe and shake it??

She told Shauna that Nat was hiding Coach Ben’s location. She told her. But the minute that Ben is actually in real danger once Mari returns, she defends him just like Nat. She technically betrayed Nat by telling Shauna she’s lying but she’s likely going to take her side.

Then there’s the minivan argument between Misty and Shauna. Shauna tells her she’s broken, that somebody must’ve done something to her when she was young to make her into such a fucking psychopath (made me giggle because shauna my shayla that is so rich coming from you) and recounts all the times she’s done bad things to her friends just to turn around and try to be a savior.

Because that’s the thing about Misty, that’s why she trashed the black box, that’s everything with her. You will find no more devoted a friend than Misty, but first and foremost she needs to feel needed. She destroyed the black box because she was finally needed by the other girls and she couldn’t let it slip away. She ratted Nat out to Shauna to feel needed by Shauna, Nat, and Ben, because once danger comes knocking to Ben’s life and Nat’s leadership I really think she’s going to be their biggest defender.

Similar to Shauna, she has a certain strategy that she uses to get her way: alienation. By telling on Nat, she’s setting into motion Nat’s alienation by the group. But this isn’t Misty trying to be cruel. This is Misty seeing Nat, an outcast like her, now in the position of leadership. She looks up to her. She feels a kinship with her. And she has to alienate her so they’re both outsiders again. So that Misty can come to the rescue and Nat might see Misty in the way Misty sees her.

Misty has to feel loved because she is not. So the only way to feel a semblance of that is to be needed. Not loved. Not really. But needed.

[hysteria-things]

NSFW ALPHABET

read chris’s here

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: okay so long story short i was going to post the next part of promise last night but i got home from work, watched a movie, and passed out LMAO i never sleep well at night so your girl was tired🤣

i finished this today so i’m posting it now and then promise part three later! sorry for the wait :)

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

matt turns into a completely different human during aftercare. you guys would be done after a rough session and he’ll immediately ask if you’re okay at least a billion times and will get you anything you need.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

his hands. will always be moving them on your body, and he knows you love it. if you guys are out in public or hanging out with friends he’ll still have a hand on you at all times.

a sucker for your tits. if you wear a tank top or a dress that shows cleavage he’ll be staring nonstop, especially when they bounce. will also play with them when you guys are alone.

“HONK HONK!”

“seriously?”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

uses a condom but when he doesn’t, he’ll pull out and cum on your tits. if you’re on your knees, then he’ll cum on your face. he enjoys cumming on your body, to say the least.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he’s the dominant one but wishes you’d be more dominant with him. you’ve done it a few times, but deep down he wants to be submissive to you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

let’s be honest, he was a virgin when he met you. he’d never put himself out there but when you came into the picture something clicked in him and made him more confident in himself. he didn’t know what he was doing at first but learned quickly.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he’s a cowgirl boy. the way your tits bounce in front of his face drives him up a wall. if not, then he’ll do missionary. more specifically where your legs are propped over his shoulders.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

matt knows you like his humor, so he’s not afraid to tell some jokes. you feel safe and comfortable when he goofs around a little.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

same as chris — not clean shaved but trimmed.

also doesn’t care if you have hair or not, but likes it when you have some just a little more.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

no matter if you’re going rough or not, he’ll always hold you skin-to-skin and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. it drives you crazy when you feel his whispers against you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

one time you left a pair of your panties at his house, and he keeps them in his underwear drawer. when he needs to relieve himself, he’ll grab them and he’ll jack off to it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

LOVES when you mark him. finds it so hot when you scratch up his back or leave hickeys on his neck to let everybody know you’re his.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

definitely the bedroom. he’s not the type to do anything in public, so either one of your rooms is the best bet. he’s a pretty private guy.

honorable mention is the minivan!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when you send him nudes. he could be filming a vlog or car video when he gets a message from you, and he’ll put the video on hold to speed over to you.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

this was a little hard, but i think anal. for some reason, he finds it weird and also thinks that he’ll hurt you during it. just not his cup of tea.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

although he is matt the munch, when you suck his dick it sends him to another universe. loses his marbles the moment you put your mouth around him and when you overstimulate him.

his skill is top-tier; can eat you out for as long as he feels like it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he will go fast and rough if you tease him too much or if you’re acting like a brat, but other than that he’s in between. going hard to feel himself deep inside you, but will go slow at the same time.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not too often, but if you guys are hanging out with friends at his/your house he’s not shy to take you to the bedroom (or bathroom) for a few.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

is a little skeptical when you ask to try something new, but will still experiment because he wants to see what makes you happy.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

like one LMAO he’s not the type to keep going after you orgasm for the first time. once you guys cum, you’re both pretty satisfied as it is.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

like chris, he doesn’t own any but you do. if you’re the dominant one at the moment, you’ll tease his tip with a vibrator to make him squirm and moan your name😇

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’s not much of a teaser in the relationship but you are. especially when you’re super horny, you’ll tease the crap out of him no matter what you guys are doing. you just want him to fuck the shit out of you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

BOY IS A WHIMPERER AND MOANER. if he’s not dirty-talking, he’ll bury his head into your neck and whimper about how good you feel wrapped around him. when he’s close, his moans will become more rapid.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

if he’s playing video games, he’ll let you cockwarm him. it’s a fun little game he likes to play with you. his one rule is to not move, but if you do, he’ll bend you over the desk while you play the game for him. you lose every time.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

looks lanky but has a decent build. when his body tenses as he’s fucking you, you see his toned muscles more clearly.

not as big as chris, but is more lengthy. i said what i said.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

not as high as yours LOL. you wish you could fuck all the time, but he’ll have sex if the both of you are in the mood.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

no matter how tired he is, he’ll make sure your needs are fulfilled before falling asleep. he doesn’t want to leave you hanging. when he does go to sleep, he’ll wrap his arms around you and cuddle until you guys wake up.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[amberautumnfaebrooke]

we’re very different people with very different lives, but one important thing in common: casey estrada.

we all dated casey at one time or another. we all feel conflicted about that time in our lives. none of us are still speaking to casey.

one day, we each received an invitation to casey’s wedding. it’s at least a week’s drive away.

one of us tracked the others down and sent out an email putting forward a plan: we pile into a minivan and drive across the country to casey’s wedding.

the exes of casey estrada is a gmless tabletop roleplaying/story road trip game about guilt, love, and trying to be a better person. the game centers around a series of prompt tokens which are pulled out of a communal token bag. tokens might tell you about objects, characters, or themes to include in the scene you're playing, but crucially, they also tell you whether your character is kind or careless. sometimes, your character will do things you wish they wouldn't - but then, who among us cannot say the same about ourselves?

the game plays over 8 sessions as you travel across different landmarks contending with your histories, your dreams, and your bad habits. each of the 26 locations you might travel to comes with its own scene prompts, tokens, characters, and minor rule inflections. you might mingle with strangers at a party, or get lost on the country back roads, or follow a touring rock band, or all these and more.

and eventually, of course, you will all need to contend with the wedding of casey estrada.

https://hamzardo.itch.io/the-exes-of-casey-estrada

[mattslolita]

𝑺𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮 ( 𝒎. 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃! )

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆.

the cool breeze of the boston air whipped throughout her hair softly as she gazed up at the night sky in front of her — the stars looked like freckles dancing across the canvas of someone's face, painting a wondrous scene in front of her.

sat on the side of her was her boyfriend matt, who had been admiring the beautiful brown skinned girl beside him. in his mind, the starstruck look on her face was easily more beautiful than the view of the stars splayed in front of them.

being that the two were already surrounded by family most of the time, they didn't always get a chance to have alone time with one another. this surprise date idea was initiated by matt, and she was quick to oblige as she had been incredibly happy.

"did we run out of the white cheddar cheez itz that fast?" she whispers to him, turning to see that he already had his eyes on her.

"y/n, you finished them during the car ride here," matt laughs at her softly, but his eyes go wide and he snaps his fingers at her, "but wait, i bought more snacks cause i know how you are."

she playfully shoves his arm, as he gets up and walks back over to his minivan. she puts her arms under her head and lays her head back, looking back up at the scenery with a soft smile on her features.

when he comes back over to see her, he's so mesmerized by the starstruck expression she has on her face that he doesn't even bother to announce that the snacks are back.

instead, he goes and lays down next to her, gently placing his head next to hers as his arm reaches over and pulls her waist closer to him. he traces small patterns on her stomach, creating a tingling sensation throughout her body as she leaned into his touch.

and the two stayed that way for a while, lost in the feeling of each other — the soft hum of the owls in the distance mixed with the small buzz of the city life below the hill they were on created a peaceful moment that they were sure to take in.

"which star is yours?" matt asks her, his gaze now on her as she bites her lip in contemplation.

"do you see the constellation orion right there?" she says softly. she points to the alignment of three stars which portray orion's belt.

she grabs his hand into hers and lifts his middle finger up, tracing out the pattern of orion the hunter above them — then she slowly moves his finger to the bright eye which belongs to taurus the bull. "taurus."

"your sign," he smiles, and hums in agreement, turning to smile at him.

"unfortunately though, you can't see leo very well at the moment," she explains to him, "taurus is northwest of orion, also surrounded by gemini with aries on the right side of it."

"do you know where leo is usually located?" he asks, causing her to beam as she nods furiously.

"leo is like between cancer and virgo, and its other constellation neighbors are hydra, leo minor, ursa major, and sextans which are the only ones i can remember right now."

"sextans, huh?" matt grins suggestively, to which she smacks her teeth with a playful eyeroll.

"grow up, matthew," she giggles, and gosh he loves the way his full name rolls off her tongue. "can you try and not make this sexual right now?"

"depends," matt shrugs with a grin, slowly placing himself on top of her, tucking a french braid away from her face as he presses a kiss to her nose, "how long can you go without resisting me?"

she giggles at him and presses their lips together slowly, until suddenly a small flash of light moves across the sky in hues of blue, causing her to grin into the kiss — a shooting star.

her wish was to stay in moments like these forever.

[theworldoffostering]

My car engine broke down last week. $12k to replace my engine. Instead of fixing it, I traded my minivan in for $12k, and now have an unexpected car payment. Was hoping to get another 100k miles out of my 2016 Odyssey, but nothing to be done at this point. We located the new car online, made the deal over the phone, and the dealership told us we would be in and out of the dealership in an hour as they didn’t have the car onsite.

We drove 75 minutes, spent five hours at the dealership with four kids, and were there two hours beyond closing time. I have no idea why. I hate car buying! Next time I’m going through Costco. I tried to this time around, but they didn’t have any Odysseys on the lot that were in the lowest trim level.

They ended up driving the car up to us two days later when they located it. It has a paint issue so I’m waiting to hear how that’s going to be resolved. Nothing like buying a car sight unseen.

[haltandcatch]

i live in vancouver so i recognize a lot of the filming locations in yj but especially the motel that nat stays in because i pass by it so often and today i saw the exact red minivan that shauna has parked outside and actually gasped lol

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

why's it always gotta be Young Viktor Movie this (RIP my condolences) and Young Matchablossom OVA that? Give me ten year time skip OVA. Give me mid-thirties to early-forties rep. Joe's knees are making unsettling noises and Kauru has been obsessively tracking their budget for months to make sure they can afford the mortgage on a house while also keeping their respective businesses afloat. Joe is driving a minivan. Kauru's having a slightly early midlife crisis and put some of his piercings back in. Joe's restaurant has multiple locations now and he's constantly juggling staffing and budget and supply chain issues. Kauru has mild chronic pain that never really went away after The Incident. They've been wearing matching rings for five years but Joe's is on a chain around his neck because he's always in the kitchen, and Reki still hasn't Realized. I love characters my age (I was between Viktor and Yuri's ages when YoI came out, and just a couple years older than Matchablossom when Sk8 came out) and I don't want to go backwards with them, I want them to age with me. *pouts*

[novankenn]

a Substitution (2)

In the anarchy of the girl's locker room, she desperately tried to locate her stolen book-bag. Her time was getting short as the time for her family's departure to the airport was rapidly closing. Not to mention she had no idea when the massive group practice for the cheerleading squad and assorted intermural girl's teams would let out.

"Assholes and bitches." she muttered under her breath as her search was getting more and more desperate.

Moving further into the room, that she would normally have nothing to do with, she finally found it. The plain black bag, stuffed full of every textbook, assignment, and binder needed for all her classes.

"Finally." she breathed a sigh of relief as she grabbed the shoulder straps and slung the strained fabric over her shoulder.

"Hey!" Came a shouted voice from behind her, "You're not on the squad, what are you doing in here?"

She turned to face the source, and found herself face to face with the captain of the cheer squad. Samantha Connors. Her mind raced to come up with a plausible excuse.

"Why do you have that loser's bag?" Samantha glared, her body language giving off an air of superiority. "Did that wimp call on of his sisters to come save him? He did , didn't he!"

"Whatever." she replied before making a move for the exit. Samantha moved to block her exit, so she did the first thing that entered her mind.

"HEY!" Samantha yelped as she suddenly found herself stumbling backwards from a shove by the strange girl, who immediately after bolted for the exit.

She didn't pause, gritting her teeth as she raced through the halls to the school's main entrance way. Outside she didn't let up, even when she saw the family minivan pulling up to the curb. Not even taking a moment to breath a sigh of relief, she raced to the close by safety.

"Jaune you should have been home twenty minutes ago." spoke Jasmine Arc, mother of eight, as the passenger side door was opened and then slammed shut in rapid succession.

Jaune tossed her bag into the back seat and quickly set to fastening her seatbelt when she heard possibly the single most terrifying statement in her young life.

"Who are you?" Jasmine asked as her eye narrowed, "Where's my son?"

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[fixaidea]

Excerpt from a fic I'll probably never write:

(From the DMBJ end this takes place in a sort of mixed 'verse that's mostly book, but Zhang Rishan is still around, because it's fun to bother him.)

(The premise would be that an ancient artifact in the Smithonian starts acting up. By the combined efforts of Dr Strange and the leading historians of the museum they work out that this thing is likely a piece of a set of four, and might be stopped from taking out the museum and half of Wasington with it if reunited with the other pieces. Problem is, no one has any idea where to find these pieces beyond 'somewhere in China' which, let's be real, is kind of a broad scope.)

****

This was the kind of situation where someone knowing a guy who knew a guy would have helped a lot, but since he cut ties with the SHIELD a lot of these connections went up in smoke and, regrettably, Steve Rogers did not know a guy.

He did not, but, as it turned out, Doctor Strange did. Not only did he know a guy, he knew an entire clan of once-powerful mystics who doubled as professional graverobbers and had connections all over the Chinese antiques mafia.

Phone calls were made, plans were discussed, and by the time Steve, a handful of ex-Avengers and some new faces he managed to round up landed in Beijing the Zhang clan was waiting for them with people and equipment ready to go, and the probable location of the three missing pieces all worked out.

Used as he was to taking the lead, Steve was both appreciative of and, honestly, quite nervous about having been swept up in the flow like this, but since the matter was extremely time-sensitive he was ready to swallow his pride and follow along.

As it turned out, not everyone on his team felt the same way.

About two hours into packing and organising people into teams (three teams for the three tombs with three graverobbers for team leaders) Steve was approached by Doctor Strange's main contact, a man called Zhang Rishan.

Director Zhang did not look happy.

'Tell me Captain, your friend, Mr Stark - would you say his behaviour today is typical?'

Steve stifled a groan, opting for a deep sigh instead.

'No, I'm afraid usually he's much worse.'

Director Zhang nodded.

'That settles it then. He's going with the Iron Triangle.'

Steve followed his gaze all the way to the other end of the hangar, to a white minivan and the three people around it. If Steve had to sum up his first impression he would have described them as a middle-aged substitute teacher, a slightly older guy who was as round as he was loud and some twenty-something prettyboy who never quite grew out of his emo phase. He sighed and tuned back to Director Zhang.

'I take it you don't like this 'Iron Triangle' very much?'

Director Zhang opened his arms in an elegant shrug.

'Let me put it this way: there is some lingering tension due to conflicting loyalties and... certain past events, but I have no personal problem with any one of them. I'm certainly not trying to punish them by foisting your friend on them. No, out of all three team leaders Wu Xie is best qualified to deal with him.'

'How so?'

'Because I don't want to work with him and judging by his performance today he'd just waste Xie Yuchen's time and energy by trying to engage him in a power struggle the whole way. Wu Xie has the air of a harmless nobody even if he's anything but, so he's unlikely to provoke your friend's ego by merely existing. Besides, his greatest strength is how well he gets along with even the most difficult people. Give him enough time and he will befriend a stone statue.'

Steve sniggered and shook his head.

'Oh good! I just hope this friendly energy keeps up when Stark tries to steamroll over him.'

'That will not be a problem' said Director Zhang 'Wu Xie himself may not be naturally confrontational and might let him get his way, but the Iron Triangle is three people for a reason.'

He turned towards the trio in the far end of the hangar, nodding at the boy in black.

'I haven't worked with Zhang Qiling since the sixties, but unless he'd become a fundamentally different person since, I can tell you exactly how any disagreement will go. Mr Stark will have his opinion, Wu Xie will try to reason will him, Zhang Qiling will listen to them for about one and a half minutes and then take whatever action HE thinks is best.'

This time Steve didn't hold back a snigger. Stark was going to have and interesting week.

[blueiscoool]

The Submersible Titan

OceanGate CEO Stockton Rush gives a tour of his submersible Titan.

He was one of five people that died on his own invulnerable submersible 'Titan'.

The submersible was carrying an expedition of tourists, including Hamish Harding, Paul-Henri Nargeolet, Shahzada Dawood, Dawood's son, Suleman, and the founder of OceanGate, Stockton Rush.

Debbie Field of Missing Submersible Titan Found Near Titanic

Debris has been found in the search for the missing Titan, including parts of its outside cover.

Dive expert David Mearns said the president of the Explorers Club - which is connected to the diving and rescue community - says the debris includes "a landing frame and a rear cover from the submersible".

The US Coast Guard earlier confirmed a "debris field" had been found within the search area.

It was located by a remote-controlled underwater search vehicle (ROV) near the wreck of the Titanic.

Some experts have speculated that it could have suffered a catastrophic implosion as a result of a hull failure. The minivan-sized submersible was owned and operated by the private company OceanGate Expeditions.

The firm's co-founder, Guillermo Söhnlein, said that he believes there may have been an "instantaneous implosion" of the craft.

"If that's what happened, that's what would have happened four days ago," he said.

[chemspxdr]

This Must Be The Place

Satoru Gojo x reader

Summary: satoru is a FATHER and he has A SON (~1k words)

Warnings: a little sad

I forgot that I have a tumblr for fics oops. Gojo satoru has won Hyperifxation of the Month!!

He always hated kids.

Well — hate is, as always, a very strong word.

It’s not children themselves, he supposes, moreso a reflection of himself. Gojo never understood children, even when he was one. Having the burden of seven assassination attempts before he could even speak tends to make a “childhood” fairly desolate.

Talking to kids was one thing, he could get by with a few dinosaur facts he’s picked up over the years. But being a guardian for one is an entirely different ball game. One he never intends to play, thank you very much.

Well.

Intended.

Past tense.

Imagine his — alleged playboy Satoru Gojo’s— surprise when the fucker who tried to kill him, as in cold blooded murder, makes the man he attempted to murder the godfather of his child.

Yeah, pretty goddamn shocking. But what is he going to do? Just say no?

Yeah sorry I don’t want the child you entrusted me with, so I’ll let it get taken in by the worst motherfuckers alive simply because I’m too pussy to attempt fatherhood.

Satoru Gojo is many things, but a pussy isn’t one of them. Maybe that was Toji’s goal, the conniving bastard wanted to prove to the world that there was one thing the great Satoru Gojo could not do.

Fuck that.

The phone rings one, two, three times before she answers.

“I’m getting a kid,” he spit it out the second he heard the crackle of the line and the inhale of her breath.

The line remains silent for a moment.

“What,” not a question, moreso a statement of exasperation.

“I don’t think I can make it any clearer than that, dear,” he shifts gears and passes the minivan in front of him with a tsk. Slow fuckers.

“Are you driving?”

“No,” he shifts again, he doesn’t need to go that fast.

“Liar, I could hear that monstrosity across the pacific.”

“Girls like manual, you know. They say it’s hot when I shift gears.”

“Obviously not hot enough. That brings me to my next point: you need to have sex to make a kid,”

“I don’t like what you’re implying,”

“I don’t imply. You have no time for sex, how the fuck did you make a baby? Did someone snatch your semen in the middle of the night?” She laughs to herself then, ”the Semen Snatcher of Shibuya?”

He doesn’t have time to mock her self satisfied snorts, much less time to refute the ”no time for sex” part.

“Not a baby. A child,”

“Okay, so, adoption?”

“Sort of,”

“When are you getting it?”

He breathes out a laugh, “Him. And I don’t know, ten minutes? Traffic is pretty rough.”

“Oh my fucking—fuck. Now?”

“No. Ten minutes,” he speeds through a yellow light, “Nevermind. Eight minutes.”

“I hate you. I hate you so much. Stop talking forever.”

He laughs again, but the line stays quiet. The silence seems to get heavier with each passing second.

“Toji,” she sighs.

—

Satoru Gojo is untouchable.

In the obvious,most literal sense of the word— his infinity wraps him in a comfortable, Gojo-sized bubble. He is impenetrable, god on earth, the chosen atlas of a world he was born to carry and protect.

One he is —regrettably— protecting now.

The curse gurgles below him, once menacing, now crumpled on the cold concrete of an abandoned warehouse. It’s half dead, sort of…melting, almost? Whatever reaction it had to his technique has left it liquified, all discernible characteristics it may have had now flowing in a bubbling mass squirming on the ground.

It has no mouth —he thinks— but its making sounds like it’s choking on its own liquid flesh.

He had to haul his ass across the country, for this. Some half-wit “special grade” that couldn’t even talk. An accumulation of decades worth of cursed energy that no one had the balls or skill to handle themselves. So higher ups let it fester, knowing of its presence — of the multiple disappearances surrounding it’s location.

But they let it live. Brushed it under the rug until they deigned to take care of it. Or, at least, until they could haul out their government-sanctioned weapon of mass destruction on a perfectly good Saturday evening.

The flesh-blob is steaming now. Evaporating, maybe? He couldn’t give a single fuck, really. What matters is that his infinity keeps it from getting onto his shoes. A handy trick in this line of work.

It’s comforting, really. Even if the whole world was burning, Satoru Gojo would stand in the wreckage without as much of a scratch on him. Maniacally laughing — probably.

It’s comforting, he thinks as he leaves the spirit to succumb to its demise, knowing that although it has taken the lives of many, he could take it down with the snap of his fingers.

He’s greeted with a dark, raining sky as he makes his way to the rental; it’s some sort of white sports car, sleek and expensive. It's the least his superiors can offer after wasting his time like this. What was once a light drizzle begins to fall harder, not quite torrential but heavy enough to forewarn a storm in the coming hours.

It’s comforting to know that, if he wanted, he could go home dry and content. He could keep his shoes free from mud that would no doubt dirty the impeccable interior of the car and, later, his apartment.

He reaches for the driver's side door and stops, gazing up into the starless sky above.

He lets the rain hit his skin.

Today sucked.

Scratch that— today sucked ass.

Gojo mumbles as much while fumbling with the key to his apartment. He could just teleport inside, but he has class. He also doesn’t want to scare the shit out of her if she’s still up. He’d rather not risk his luck, lucky enough to have her watch Megumi for the past—

He finally manages to unlock the door, unceremoniously tossing his keys onto the kitchen island. He checks the clock on the microwave, glowing a mocking 4 am into the darkness of his home.

— 44 hours. Shit.

He pauses, listening for signs that he woke anyone with his frenzy of an entrance. The apartment resides in relative silence, save for the occasional rumble from the streets below. Light blue, pre-dawn light filters through the windows.

Grabbing a pillow from the bedroom is too risky, being brutally murdered is not in his plans for the day. What he does plan on is taking a prolonged nap, then eating his body weight in takeout.

He rips his blindfold off with a sigh as he walks around the corner to the living room. He might just have to settle with a thin throw blanket and the couch cushions—

Oops.

Seems someone already beat him to it.

She’s half asleep, sprawled out on the couch, the glow of the muted television dousing her in different hues of blue and green. Snacks and drinks litter the coffee table along with the usual clutter of crayons, paper, and coffee mugs. A soft groan rises from her throat as she stretches one hand over her head and rubs an eye with the other.

“I told him you might come back tonight. He wanted to stay up until you got here.”

Gojo blinks for a moment, eyes dropping from her face to the blanket-covered mass resting on her chest.

Satoru Gojo finds comfort in his infinity for its practical uses. Any unwanted touches are thwarted — if not by his demeanor or reputation — by the invisible barrier surrounding his body.

He lives a life without the inconvenience of touch, the brushing of shoulders in a crowded room, the cordial shake of a sweaty hand, the impact of a fist to his jaw.

It’s comforting.

Oddly, as he watches her fingers tangle in the tuft of black hair peeking out from under the blanket, Satoru Gojo feels like he’s missing something.

[nabsthevulture]

MINIVAN LOCATED

[unmellowyellowfellow]

Chalk Mountain

+ a WiP introduction

(status: third draft)

genre(s): fantasy, action, au

tone(s): regional gothic, found family, prophesies, platonic love, lgbt+ protag, "magic" abilities

warning(s): blood, harsh family relations, death, cursing -- (will be editing to add more as i come across them)

tag: #wip: chalk mountain

"stay away from the bluebonnets," dixie's mother always said. "they know your secrets and will trick you with good smelling petals and a comfortable place to rest after a picnic; but eventually you will never get up, eventually you will be blue, floral, swaying in the hot wind, watching as people pass by until another sleepy bystander succumbs to take their last nap as the person they were. before they take them. before they take you."

(will be adding links to characters and more characters and some other stuff when they are ready; this will be reblogged when updated with anything. authors notes at the end!)

characters and descriptions! (to be edited)

Dixie Alvarez is the protagonist of this story. A heroine against her will, Dixie has a smart mouth and a bad habit of holding grudges; she never fit in anywhere and always managed to piss somebody off no matter where she was. A difficult relationship with her father and her mothers abandonment drives her to flee her home in search of a new, quiet, and peaceful life with people like her. Outcasts. So, she set off in her trashy green minivan to a town her mother used to tell her about in stories. Chalk Mountain. Curly, mid-length red hair, downturned brown eyes, freckles, (mostly) untamed eyebrows, 5'7". Evolved (unknown)

Emilio Baku is the side character, Dixie's best friend, and partner in crime. Ripped away from his home in Korea, Emilio developed a big heart that was always open to others after his adoptive parents took him in like it was nothing; he has now been in Chalk Mountain since he was 5 years old. Lovable teddy bear meets ruthless suppressed anger makes a man willing to do anything to protect what he loves. Short black hair that's always a little messy, deep dark brown eyes, faded burn scars cover his hands. 6'2". Evolved

Franklin and Maude are Emilio's adoptive parents and Dixie's guardians. Maude has been in Chalk Mountain since she was born. Her mother was a jailer before the town went bankrupt after a false meteorite claim that drained their tourism. Franklin came later, after he was found out as an Evolved and began to be hunted down. He took refuge in Chalk mountain 27 years ago and soon after met Maude. Maude: long, straight, gray hair, white eyes, smile lines, eye wrinkles, 7'6". Franklin: long gray hair, tall and slender figure, milky white eyes. 7'6". Both Evolved.

extra characters + descriptions (to be expanded)

The Oracle -> eons old but presents as around 30s/40s. vitiligo, blind with white irises, waist length wavy hair as black as the night sky, various markings and tattoos and scars. can only speak in prophet but can communicate in your dreams.

Marigold Alvarez -> Dixie's mother, very, very, VERY powerful woman. A force to be reckoned with, legends about her, and large popularity around Chalk Mountain. Marigold has been missing for over 11 years now, but Dixie hasn't seen her since before she herself was 12 years old. Short red bob, green eyes, freckles, permanent smirk on her face with smile lines. 5'9". Last known location: Chalk Mountain.

Walter Alvarez -> Dixie's father, loud, overbearing. One night after a screaming fight that Dixie overheard, her mother left in a tizzy. She watched her mom speed off in the car from her bedroom window, never to be seen or heard of again. Walter makes a point to never speak of Marigold and has tried painting her to be the villain ever since. Salt and pepper, short, gelled, curly hair, 5'8". Husky figure, brown eyes, grungy teeth.

authors note >

so excited to finally get this ball rolling and start sharing it with you as i figure my way through this story. i will eventually be sharing drafts as i get them written and will do snippets, short stories, moodboards, etc. based on this wip! i will announce when tag list is open (not enough content for me to want to make one yet) but for now enjoy this little info dump on my world i'm building:) also this story will be written with "proper" capital letters, i just enjoy making content lowercase! open to asks and tag games about this wip!!

this will be giving very much "mutants from x-men", very "don't trust anything beautiful". also there's dragons.

[2024vietnamcambodia]

The sampan took us to our lunch location which was a lush location. A table for six surrounded by coconut trees, vines, and other tropical plants. We were served rice, two whole fish, schrimp, soup and fruit. All of it was delicious.

Then the long trip back to our hotel (nearly two hours) in the minivan.

Some monsoon rain just as we were nearly home just before 6pm. Dinner tonight we decided to try the Street Food Markets which are less than a kilometre from our hotel. They were pretty flash! Lots of food and drink stalls, music, open air roof that automatically closed when rain started.

A big day again today. Tomorrow we say goodbye to Vietnam and hello to Cambodia.

[staticspaces]

Anger Management

Did you know there is also a video!!?

Moving along we now get to see what the second floor had in store along with the very moldy basement!!

Once located in a wonderfully quiet rural area surrounded by forest and agricultural land, we find a small street with about 5 abandoned houses. The properties were bought for redevelopment and are currently being replaced with higher density housing.

One of the homes has already been demolished with another house that looks like it had burned down. There are also a few outbuildings on some of the properties along with the remains of a couple vehicles as well as a small motorcycle.

With half of the new development already completed, this area is going through a huge transformation and will never look the same!

Today we will be exploring two of the three remaining houses. The first house house is a cozy looking bungalow that appears to have had an addition later in its life. The home was filled with many personal belongings along with some furniture and even a minivan left behind the house. House number two is a bungalow that was in much better shape having had some updates over the years, it was very clean with only a few possessions left behind. There are a few interesting surprises on these two properties, join me as we uncover their secrets.