#my new daily motto

[positivewlwvibes]

gotta make it to tomorrow gotta outlive donald trump

[liesmultixxx]

Never fulfilling the beauty standards but leading a fulfilling life nonetheless ✨

[saeun]

the husband and his type of style jujutsu kaisen ⭒ fem-reader.

⤹ list ﹢ nanami kento, toji fushiguro, gojo satoru, choso.

﹙ syn ﹚ headcanons — as husbands, they all have their own unique characteristic.

+ love ‘su: “i thought you hated cho—” 🔇🔇🔇

NANAMI KENTO : the “get dressed” husband.

nanami's a man of his word. you want to eat out for dinner? get dressed by 7:00 p.m. you feel like doing a random grocery run? be ready by lunch, he'll come pick you up.

to nanami, nothing is more important than his wife's wants. having necessary items serve their purpose, obviously, but who doesn't like having their wants satisfied? he can never be one to hold you back from it.

happy wife, happy life. the motto he worships. as a man of tradition, he'd take a sick leave from his job if you wanted extra attention. a spoiler to the bone. whatever you want, just say the word and he'll tell you when to get ready.

TOJI FUSHIGURO : the “i'll make it” husband.

the king of craft. toji not only serves as eye candy for your eyes only, he also serves as your person handyman! whether it's to make, break, fix, or repair, he'll have the job done in no time. give him two hours, a beer, and a hammer.

to be loved is to be seen. for toji, he knows when you wish for something to be added to make daily activity easier. since you often crave snacks during the night, he reworked the nightstand's drawers into a small pantry filled with snacks.

sometimes you like to continue watching your show despite what you're doing. with this in mind, his new project is to either make a space into the shower wall where you can safely place your phone, or make a table for the bathtub when you're relaxing.

GOJO SATORU : the “don't you dare throw that away” husband.

a hoarder. most of the time, the items that gojo's been piling up in his studio are things that no longer serve him any purpose nor value. he simply doesn't feel like trashing it.

he'd run up the excuses that it's there for nostalgia, but if you ask him where or who the object came from, he'd be unable to answer. many times this led to unnecessary arguments. there was a time it got bad to the point he'd place the objects around the house out of pettiness.

this downside has its upside. with his hoarder mentality, you're guaranteed to find something you swore to the heavens you lost. there is always good in bad!

CHOSO : the “i miss my wife” husband.

doing grocery runs alone? he misses his wife. seeing a couple holding hands? he misses his wife. someone holding something that's enjoyed or liked by you? he misses his wife.

it's gotten to the point where if he's ever invited to a boys' night, the sentence “i miss my wife” is banned. if he says it he'll have to clean everyone's vehicle. to them, it's annoying. to you, it's peak husbandnity.

choso depends on you as much as you depend on him. oftentimes he needs a moment alone and you're always there to hold his hand. he's gotten used to such behaviour, so when he's set apart from you, the “i miss my wife” gets wicked.

[itertarot]

TAROT | YOU

How can you practice self love:

Pick an image:

Pile 1:

You’re a very practical person, my Pile 1. You need to practice self-love by keeping your feet on the ground. Stability is essential for you, and it’s important to live in the present, avoid getting lost in fantasies or planning without taking action. Routine is key, and for some of you, even having a spreadsheet or diary to track daily tasks can be incredibly helpful. Take care of your finances. Where are you spending your money? Are you earning enough? How can you improve your financial life? Stability is closer than you think, and this is an area where you can make meaningful progress. For some of you, it’s important to avoid impulsiveness and unnecessary conflicts. It’s okay to speak your mind, but do so in a grounded way. Remember, attacking someone’s ideas isn’t the best way to change their perspective. Others in this pile need to cut out things that are holding you back from growth, but be mindful of what you’re removing. Take care in the process.

Practice patience, my dear Pile 1. Engage in slow activities, try meditation, gentle exercises, or walks in quiet places. Slow down your brain and avoid overstimulating programs or apps. When was the last time you read a book? Do you think you could pass an exam right now if needed? Is your brain being treated right?

You can benefit from seeking knowledge, joining a community, or starting a new course. Your mind is craving to learn and expand. Turn inward and do the inner work. Search inside yourself for what you truly desire and who you truly are, not who you’re supposed to be. Also, my Pile 1, do small things that make you happy. Take time to do what you enjoy, even if it seems meaningless or like a waste of time. Go watch that movie you’ve been procrastinating on, start that hobby you always put aside, or buy that decor or clothing item you’ve been wanting. Pamper yourself a little it’s okay to spend money on yourself sometimes.

Pile 2:

(You could watch the Tinker Bell movie)

Hello, Pile Number 2, how are you?? Darling, do you know how you can practice self-love? By giving! Do you have things you no longer use? Things that are just taking up space in your home? You can benefit from donating to people who will make good use of what no longer serves you. For some reason, Marie Kondo came to mind, maybe you should look into the KonMari method to organize your home, because organization and donation are important for this pile. You can also engage in social projects.By helping, you receive, that’s the motto here. You are good people, and for some of you, the number 6 might be significant, perhaps in numerology, or maybe it’s a number you like or that holds some meaning for you. Nurture your feelings, keep being good people without fear of getting hurt. Unfortunately, not everyone will appreciate you for who you are, not everyone is good, but don’t let difficult people or situations harden your heart. Allow yourself to feel and be affectionate. There’s nothing wrong with being sentimental.

What skill are you good at? What do you want to learn? Learn it now! For some of you, this includes hands-on work like painting, gardening, or anything that involves creating with your hands. Unleash your creativity! Fill yourself with ideas and let them flow. Write a book, paint a picture, try something new, anything you want, no matter how crazy it seems!

Step out of your comfort zone. Plan for the future: travel, career, where you want to be in 3 months, what short-term goals you want to achieve, etc. Take the leap! Be courageous and determined. Don’t let fear stop you from shining!! But, just like Pile Number 1, be mindful of impulsiveness and how you communicate with others. Avoid unnecessary fights and strive to express yourself clearly and non-aggressively.

Pile 3:

My dear Pile 3, you have so much pain to deal with right now. You need to mend your broken heart! Allow yourself to feel the pain, but don’t get stuck in it. Grieve and release what hurts you. I’m sorry for what you’ve lost, and if you’re feeling hopeless, I understand. But you need to look at what you still have and what you can achieve. Look around you and see what’s waiting for you. Remember: "The past is history, the future is a mystery, but today is a gift." Recognize how strong you are, and be proud that you’re still here. Give yourself some credit, even through hardship, you’ve managed to come this far. Don’t be afraid to stand up for yourself and set boundaries. You deserve to be treated with dignity.

Do small things that make you happy. Drink a cup of coffee or tea, bake a delicious cake, watch a comedy or rom-com, or listen to fun, uplifting songs. Take small steps toward happiness, it will slowly help you heal your broken heart. Also, connect with people who love you: your partner, family, best friends, or anyone who can support you. Accept help, you are worthy of being loved! Also, i heard that someone here feels like there's no one by yourself, but darling you have someone waiting for you, even if you didn't meet them in the 3D.

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel and a whole world waiting for you to discover it.

Pile 4:

Similar to Pile Number 3, you’re also dealing with some heartbreak, Pile 4. Maybe something in your life has ended, or perhaps you’ve been struggling with depression. Whatever it may be, know that you are strong, and the universe has something much better in store for you. Accept change and surrender to destiny.

What do you want in life? What kind of connection do you crave? For some of you, an important message is this: to have a real connection, whether it’s a soulmate, twin flame, or deep bond, you need to let go of connections that no longer fulfill you as you need. I truly believe most of you are already doing the work and staying strong. Very logical personalities here. Keep standing up! You love yourself by respecting yourself. You can also seek help if you’re feeling lonely or left behind. Remember, a bad day is not a bad life, nor can a bad week or bad months define your life. You will be happy again, this is just a difficult moment.

Love yourself as a whole, every part of you. Your personality, your looks, your body, your hobbies, the way you behave, speak, and think, all of it. Love yourself. Recognize that you are THAT GIRL and step into your power. Nurture yourself. Do skincare, take care of your hair, go on picnics, do a fantasy or cottagecore photoshoot, enjoy your clothing style, buy gifts for yourself, bake a cake, paint something, or try gardening. For some reason, I also see making a gin too. Someone here can enjoy making drinks.

Start again. And good luck🤍

[kaces-graham-crackers]

Stirring the Quiet - (1) Sweet Mistakes

Jenna Ortega x Reader

Summary: In the bustling streets of Hollywood, The Daily Grind café offers solace to those seeking peace—famous or not. Y/N, co-owner of the cozy shop, wasn't expecting a masked Jenna Ortega, a regular, hiding in plain sight. Is it just you, or did the spilled sugar not turn out to be the only thing that sweetened your day?

Word Count: 1.1k

The smell of espresso hit me like a warm hug the second I opened the door to The Daily Grind. We'd only been open for three weeks, but the place already felt like my second home. Wilma, my best friend and now business partner, had really nailed it with the cozy vibe— mix of warm lighting and cushy chairs that practically begged you to sit down and spill your deepest secrets into a cup of coffee. We were doing pretty well for ourselves. A lot of it had to do with how we ran things. We prided ourselves on being a low-key spot where even the biggesr stars could come in and out without anyone batting an eye. No paparazzi, No instagram Stans, just people famous—or not trying to enjoy their coffee.

We've had a few people challenge our "No photos, videos, or interrupting other customers of any caliber." rule—a sign clearly displayed at the top of the menu and outside the café. The moment a camera was raised, we'd calmly walk over and politely ask them to leave. If that didn't work, we had a quiet agreement with the boutique's security guard next door—one glare from him, and they usually scurried off. Our café was a sanctuary, and no one would ruin that for our customers. After all, our motto was "We serve coffee, not fame. Take a sip." Today had been like any other day: customers trickling in, ordering their usual, and leaving with smiles. But something was different tonight. Maybe it was the way the door chimed a little softer than usual or the quick sound of shuffling footsteps. I didn't look up right away, as I was too busy balancing a stack of to-go cups while trying not to trip over that corner of the rug that always seemed to curl up, which, let's be honest, was my usual struggle. But I felt it—a shift in the atmosphere. Someone was trying way too hard not to be noticed. I peeked over my shoulder just in time to catch a figure in a hoodie, sunglasses, and a face mask slipping into the booth in the back corner.

I chuckled lightly, nearly knocking over the cups I had stacked. Of course, someone who tried not to stand out only made them stand out more. But hey, this was Hollywood; people like to stay incognito. I walked up beside Wilma as she finished giving a customer their order. She was also watching the spectacle; Wilma leaned in, wiping her hands on a towel. "That hoodie's been here three times this week. Any hunch who it could be?" We, of course, leave celebrities alone here, but we like to talk between ourselves to try and figure out who it is. I shake my head. "No, but they're definitely someone. No one hides like that unless they're trying not to be recognized." Wilma smirked. "Duh—You can tell by how they keep looking over their shoulder." Our eyes met, and she gave me a knowing look. Her smirk grew into a giant grin. "Your turn, mascot," she said, tossing her towel over her shoulder as she walked away. I blinked, confused. "Wait, what? What is that supposed to mean?" She stopped briefly. "Maybe you'll have better luck talking to them. After all, you are the people's favorite barista and a great icebreaker. She looks anxious, so work your little charisma magic." And with that, she disappeared into the back, leaving me staring at the mysterious figure, wondering how I'd gotten roped into this.

As I walked over, I flipped to a new page in my notepad and repeated my mantra when serving customers: Treat everyone the same, whether they're the guy from down the street or some A-lister hiding from the world. No fuss, no fanfare. I tried to stay calm not to scare them out of the café. There was no need to be weird or awkward about it I'm just going to—oh. As I slid up to the table, I managed to knock over the sugar container. Smooth, Y/N. Real smooth. With a quick glance, I crouched down to pick it up, hoping I hadn't drawn attention to either of us. When I stood back up, the figure in the hoodie had their head down, but I could feel them watching me. Great, now I spooked them. "Uh, sorry about that," I chuckled nervously, brushing the sugar off my apron. "That usually only happens on Wednesdays, more than I'd like to admit." A soft giggle escaped from under the mask. Before I could attempt to piece the giggle to a voice she pulled down her mask just enough for me to see her face.

Jenna Ortega.

I blinked, not sure why my brain of all times decided to short-circuit now.

Jenna—freakin'—Ortega was sitting in my café, laughing at my stupid joke.

"Don't worry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've seen worse." I swallowed, trying to play it cool, even though my hands were suddenly very sweaty. "Uh, yeah, sorry about that. I wasn't expecting..." I trailed off, realizing how dumb I sounded. I mean, who was I expecting? Jenna looked around cautiously, lowering her mask completely once she realized no one had recognized her. "I just...needed to get away for a bit. You guys are pretty discreet." I nodded, my heart still racing. "Yeah, absolutely. This is a judgment-free zone. No one here will treat you like, you know...you." A soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and I tried not to stare. "Good. I could use a place like that right now." "Well, you found it," I said, sending her a warm smile. "Is the other barista not here today?" she asked, fumbling with the strings of her hoodie. "Wilma? Yeah, she's hiding in the back. I can go get her if you'd like?" she softly cleared her throat, "No, that's alright, she just knows my usual." "Well, I promise not to screw it up." I smiled, flipping back to a blank notepad page. "Alright, I'll hold you to that. I'll have an iced coffee with caramel and whipped cream." She smiled back at me. I nodded, jotting it down and turning back to the counter. "Coming right up." As I worked on her drink, I couldn't help but glance back over. There she was, sitting quietly, reading a book with her headphones around her neck, looking a lot more calm. Just another person needing some space and quiet in a world of phones, lights, and cameras 24/7. It felt great that our little café was something special for people. Not just because of the stars who might show up but because we somehow created a space where people could just be. And that? That was worth all the spilled sugar in the world.

[try-again-bissh]

"Imagine Being Love by Me" Pt 2

Smoke x Annie x OC Sinners Fic

Modern AU

Hello ! the bees in my brain are screaming, they demand I write so here I am back again. My 2025 motto has been 'don't be afraid to be seem trying" and BOY do I feel seen. I love Pearline and Sammie so there's more of them in this section. Also I now have a summary I guess!

part 1

Warnings: None for this part.

Word count: 2930

Enjoy!

Cassidy has arrived in Clarksdale, Mississippi to visit her best friend from college Pearline. Pearline is excited to show Cassidy around and allow her to sample all Mississippi has to offer, which may include more learnings and love than Cassidy is ready for.

Day 1 of 16

Cassidy hefted her backpack further up her back and wheeled her suitcase out the automatic doors of the airport. She paused the Mississippi heat pressed in on her from all directions. She looked around and took in how perfectly flat the horizon was all around her, past the airport parking lot the world seemed to go on forever here. She turned her face up toward the sun and took in a deep breath, it was so different from New York. Different from the city but even different from where she was living now further upstate away from the noise. A honk to her left caused her eyes to pop open and she turned to see Pearline standing in the open door of her car waving at her. 

“Babygirl!” A smile burst across Cassidy’ face as she shouted, hefting her suitcase up and hustling towards her. She dumped her bag and caught a squealing Pearline in a hug. Arms wrapped around her shoulders she squeezed her friend hard, bending her back and rocking her side to side. 

“Ah, I fucking missed you girl!” Pearline moaned.

“Missed you too, come here lemme look at you” Cassie murmured.

Taking a step back, her hands running down Pearline’s arms to clasp her hands and took a good look at her friend for the first time in a while. Pearline looked amazing. Fresh braids pulled into a high ponytail, her gorgeous chocolate brown skin, glowing and even, her eyes were sparkling. 

“Goddamn girl, is it love or is it the Souf that got you shining like this? I am tryna get like you, shit” Cassidy exclaimed. 

Pearline swatted her in the arm for her terrible impression of a Southern accent. 

“Look at me?! Girl look at you! Daddy got a retwist just for me huh? Look at how long yo hair is.” 

“Yeah you know, I had to get right before I meet all your friends. I can't have people talking shit about us city slickers” Cassie pushed her hand through locs and shook them out, preening slightly. 

Pearline shoved Cassie away and beeped open the truck of her car, “Get yo shit and let's go city slicker” 

After loading her luggage into the car, Cassie settled in the passenger seat as Pearline pulled out onto the road. The flat Mississippi terrain whipping by the window, nothing as far as the eye could see, few trees off in the horizon. 

“I can't believe you made it” Pearline said, awe coating her tone. 

“I promised I would, shit is settled at the farm and it's cold as shit right now I would rather be here.” Cassie replied, turning to look at her friend. 

“I believed you when you promised but damn it's been years I've missed you, girl”

“Aht aht, it's been 18 months not years! And I've missed you too that's why I'm here, I'm ready to root and toot or whatever y'all do out here” Cassie laughed. 

Pearline was her roommate sophomore year of college. Still homesick and feeling lost in the ever swelling crowds of privileged white folks the two of them struck a fast friendship. 

They had been with each other through so much, internships, microaggressions, bad break ups (Cassidy had notoriously keyed Pearl's garbage ex boyfriends car, he spent years crossing the street every time he saw Cassidy in town, bitch ass) and even Pearline finally packing up and moving back home to Mississippi. 

The last almost two years had been filled with daily phone calls and weekly zoom sessions. Cassie listening to Pearl wax about reconnecting with Sammie after so many years away, hearing about her truly making a life for herself now. For the last 8 months Pearline had been begging Cassie to finally come down and visit, the club that Sammie and her performed at regularly was celebrating its 2 year anniversary and it seemed the perfect time for Cassie to take a much needed vacation. 

Cassie pulled her phone out of her pocket, opened the camera and held it forward so both her and Pearline were in the frame. 

“Smile baby!” She shouted, Pearline’s eyes darted briefly away from the road to smile brightly at the camera. 

“I got one y'all! Snagged ha and dragged ha ass out to the Delta!” She called whooping like a cowboy and beating on her horn as they continued down the empty road. Laughter burst from Cassie thick and full and she fumbled to end the video. 

~~~

Hours later in the front room of Club Juke, Annie was leaning against the bar, swiping through Instagram on her phone. A new story posted by Pearline caught her attention and she clicked it. A boomerang showing the arrivals gate at the airport showed from 6 hours ago, “ma girl’s finally here !” The caption read. 

Next a repost from someone else's story showed Pearline driving and a gorgeous black woman sitting in the passenger seat shouted “Smile, baby!” Annie was struck by how bright and wide the woman's smile was; she missed the rest of the post. She fumbled her finger and replayed it again, this time the woman's playful rich giggles ringing in her ear. 

The next story post was from 30 minutes ago, a repost from Sammie's story, it showed Pearline and the women standing in almost a prom pose next to Sammie's truck, Pearline beaming at the camera while the women had one arm around her waist and looked down at her with a smirk. Sammie had caption it “third wheeling with your woman and her stud best friend” followed by a face palm emoji and the crying emoji. 

Annie noticed the woman was tagged and briefly hesitated before clicking on her IG, it was private to her disappointment. Her bio read:

Cassie and sassy.

Brooklyn born n raised

Farmer/Rancher in Seneca NY

She/They/Daddy 💦

Annie bit her lip and swiped back to Pearline's story to watch the video again. Captivated, she didn't notice Elijah beside her till he kissed her temple. She jumped, and he cocked an eyebrow at her. 

“Who dat?” He looked at her phone screen now showing the photo of Pearline and Cassie. 

“Pearline got a friend from school visiting, that's her. Cassie.”

She tapped back to the video and turned the phone for Elijah to see. He looked properly, the corners of his mouth turning up unconsciously at the sound of her laughter. Annie watched him. When the photo of Pearline and Cassie came up she held her thumb to the screen so it wouldn't time out and Elijah turned the phone to take a better look. 

Cassie was taller than Pearline even in her customary 5 inch heels. She had dark brown skin glowing and dark dreadlocks curled and tumbled over her shoulders. She was wearing an oversized white button up held together with only two buttons done up, thick belt buckle at the waist her jeans tight and snug over her thighs till it fell down straight over her huge chunky combat boots. Big gold rings on the fingers of her hand around Pearline's waist matching the gold necklace disappear down the collar of her shirt. 

Elijah's eyes roamed over her as Annie watched his reaction, he was so busy studying her figure he didn't catch Sammie's caption, when he did his jaw clenched and he caught Annie's eyes. 

“She's pretty.” He said, pressing his lips to Annie's cheek as he pulled away. “C'mon baby car’s warmed up” 

Annie tapped back to the video letting Cassie's voice and laughter wash over her. “Pretty.” She hummed and followed Elijah out. 

Day 2 of 16

Club Juke was absolutely packed. Line outside going well down the street and curving in front of the tamale place. Cassie’s eyes widened as Sammie pulled into what seemed to be a VIP parking spot right up front. Pearline was checking her makeup in the mirror, cleaning the lines of her lip look. Cassie patted her pockets to make sure she had her phone and cards on her. Her own lips are lightly red and glossy. She looked up in time to catch Sammie staring adoringly at Pearline, hand forgotten on the keys in the car's ignition. Pearline noticed and gave him a questioning look and gentle smile. Sammie leaned across and ruined all her hard work by giving her a full kiss on her lips. She yelped and returned the kiss, swatted him on the shoulder as he leaned back. 

“You beautiful” he said to her shrugging. He killed the engine and hopped out, walking around the car to open Pearline and Cassie’s door. Cassie looked up startled, from where she was checking out the patrons in line. 

“Such a gentleman our Preacherboy is” she said sweetly as she hopped out. Pearline slid from her seat, like liquid sin. She was wearing a very tiny hot pink sleeveless dress, sparkling tights and shiny black heels that made her legs seem to go on for years. Cassie could completely understand how distracted Sammie was every time he looked at her. 

They were so sweet it made Cassie’s teeth ache looking at them. Pearline deserved someone who was so in love with her they couldn't see the world around them and that was Sammie for sure. 

Sammie’s arm slid around Pearline’s tiny waist in that dress and held out his hand to help her step onto the curb. He didn't follow and hung back so he could watch her walk in front of him. And walk she did. Cassie stifled a giggle, and followed her as she made her way to the entrance. 

Both Sammie and Pearl were recognized by folks on line, calling out to them asking if they would be singing tonight which Sammie denied. 

“Just hanging with family tonight yall, sorry” he said as the bouncer waved them inside. 

Pearline has described Club Juke to Cassie multiple times, having been heavily involved in the place since its grand opening. But seeing it in all its majesty was something else. Unlike the clubs Cassie frequented when she lived in Brooklyn Club Juke was all southern charm and what could only be described as black opulence. Two floors, huge full bar, stages and raised platforms the space was amazing and had all the grandeur of a theater. 

Everywhere Cassie looked there was amazingly dressed gorgeous black and brown folk dancing, drinking and chatting. Glasses clinked and the music was soaring around the room. Cassie was almost breathless with excitement. 

Tonight’s gonna be a good night. She thought giddily. 

Pearline made her way to the less crowded bar away from the stage and waved the bartender over. She plopped herself onto a stool and turned to grab one for Cassie. Cassie was gazing around eyes wide and impressed. Pearline caught her wrist to get her attention and gestured to the seat, Cassie shook her head and leaned against the bar to Pearline’s right keeping the door and the crowd in her sight. Sammie pressed in on Pearline’s left and began chatting with the bartender.

“You can sit. It’s chill here Cassie, I promise.” Pearline leaned in closer to Cassie. 

Cassie was already shaking her head trying to deny that she was on edge but Pearl knew her too well. 

“Maybe I should've wore a dress.” She leaned in to speak in Pearline’s ear. She had already caught people looking her way as they walked in and this isn't even the most masculine she could look. 

“Stop, you look fucking amazing and like I said you good here. I wouldn't bring you nowhere where people don't know how to act.” Pearline swatted her shoulder and then squeezed her arm in reassurance.

“And my cousins don't play about shit like that. People probably not lookin for the reason you think, me and Pearl here most nights. Clarksdale is still a small city you just a new face.” Sammie said, leaning over to hand both Pearline and Cassie drinks. 

“We got you, don't worry.’ Pearline added. 

“Alright okay, thank you and cheers yall!” They all clinked glasses. 

“My friend Therese is performing later tonight, I want you meet her, she's good people. Her and Corey too.” Sammie nodded to Pearline’s words leaning into her side and kissing her shoulder. 

Cassie smiled again watching them, Sammie seemed like he couldn't spend 5 minutes without his lips or hands somewhere on Pearline. They had been together for 2 years already and seemed still well entrenched in their honeymoon era. 

“She been texting me all day nervous as hell but she's gonna be great” Pearline continued snuggling back into Sammie’s side. Cassie nodded along listening as she took in the crowd again. 

Much how Cassie imagined the red sea parting the crowd around the entrance parted giving Cassie clear view what could possibly be the most beautiful woman she had ever seen walking into Club Juke.

A vision in bright chartreuse, one shoulder long sleeved number, deep rich brown skin fucking glowing like she held the light of the sun in her chest, thick as fucking hell, the women was tall and confident her eyes scanning the room.

Cassie swallowed heavily and tore her gaze away, last thing she wanted was to be caught gawking here. She took a gulp of her drink and blinked hard, biting down on her lip she stole another glance up.

The woman had made her way to the bar on the other side of Club Juke, on her walk there she had been stopped multiple times, kissing cheeks, giving out hugs and waving at people too far from her to greet properly. 

The bartender almost tossed himself over the bar to greet her, she asked him something, and he turned and pointed to the upper level. Watching her from the back was almost as good as the front. Her dress was floor length and fit her body like she was born in it. Her ass sat high and full and the curve of her lower back was a vision. The sleeveless side of the dress exposed her shoulder and the tender nape of her neck. Cassie was awestruck. 

Maybe southern women are just built different cause goddamn. Cassie thought, she tore her gaze away and again and realized Pearline was no longer talking. 

Caught out Cassie froze, meeting Pearline's smirking gaze. 

“Ion wanna hear it Pearl.” Cassie said quickly turning to face the bar. 

Pearline was quiet which made Cassie wary, she picked up her cocktail napkin and gestured towards Cassie, confused she leaned closer to her friend. Who then wiped roughly at the corner of Cassie's mouth and shouted “Wipe the drool off ya face den!” 

“Stop it Pearl get offa me” Cassie squirmed out of her hold, her drink spilled over he fingers as she freed herself. Cassie shook her hand out and placed her drink on the bar. Pearline was still cackling as Sammie chuckled beside her. 

“Ugh I hate y'all, where's the bathroom you nosey bitch?” Cassie pouted, wiping both sides of her mouth with her dry hand to make sure she wasn't actually drooling. Pearline burst into laughter again and pointed out the restrooms under the staircase to the second floor. Cassie huffed and made her way through the crowd towards the restroom. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and as she looked down to check it she collided with someone. Her phone clattered out of her hands and to the ground. 

Shea butter, tangerine and herbs filled her nostrils. She stepped back an apology already on her lips. She looked up and met gorgeous almond shaped brown eyes, perfectly lined and surrounded by full lashes. 

Cassie choked on her own tongue. Something that looked a lot like recognition came over the woman's face and she pursed her lips, gaze dragging over Cassie's face.

“Sorry, I wasn't looking.” The woman's voice was rich and low. She had such a smooth accent that Cassie wasn't able to place but it tickled in her brain. She smiled softly. Cassie was already shaking her head, waving away her apology. 

“No, it was me I shouldn't be on my phone like that anyway.” Cassie said. 

“It could've been very important.” she replied. 

“Couldn't be, I've already forgotten what I was looking at” Cassie said finding herself slightly outta breath the longer she spoke to her. There eyes were locked and Cassie had no interest in looking away.

“Well let's see” she bent down, ignoring Cassie's protests and scooped Cassie phone off the ground and held it out to her.

Cassie reached out to take it and their fingers brushed, sending tingles down Cassie's back. 

“So?” The women looked expectantly at Cassie, eyebrow raised. “Is it important?” She asked. 

Cassie struggled to tear her eyes away from her gaze and unlocked her phone. The notification showed a new text message from Cassie's ex Olivia. She involuntarily sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes locking her phone and shoving it back into her pocket. 

The woman's laughter caused her to look up again. She had one hand cupped over her mouth as she laughed. Her face completely lit up in her humor and Cassie felt her jaw slacken slightly again.

“I guess not then” she said still smiling and looking Cassie right in the eyes.

Cassie opened her mouth to reply when the woman’s own phone lit up and she looked down to reply to a text. 

“Sadly this is important, but you have a good night” she said as she held her phone. She turned to walk away and then said over her shoulder “I'll see you later maybe?”

Cassie nodded and replied “Uh I sure hope so” 

She got another beautiful glowing smile in return. The woman made her way to the staircase and disappeared up to the second level as Cassie watched her walk away. 

Mhm they built different down here for sure. Cassie thought as she made her way on to the line for the restroom. She didnt notice dark heavy eyes watching her interaction from the second level of the club.

~~~

Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think <3

[april-is]

April 1, 2025: Bad New Government, Emily Berry

Bad New Government Emily Berry

Love,       I woke in an empty flat                      to a bad new government; it was cold          the fridge was still empty               my heart, that junkie, was still chomping on the old fuel            vroom, I start the day like a tired     motorcyclist     I want to go very fast and email you about the following happy circumstances: early rosebuds, a birthday party, a new cake recipe but   today it’s hot water bottles and austerity breakfast and my toast burns in protest

      You are not here of course but you live in me like a tiny valve of a man you light up my chambers           Later I will call to tell you about the new        prime minister,      the worrying new developments      and about how I am writing my first political poem     which is also (always) about my love for you

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Hello, darlings, it's that time again: I'll post a poem every day in April, to celebrate National Poetry Month.

If you know someone who wants to receive these in a daily email, they can head over here and click the Join group link at the top of the page -- or just send a blank email to april-is+subscribe@googlegroups.com

Poems will also be shared on Bluesky! (April Is no longer hangs out on the platform formerly known as Twitter, given its whole N@zi problem.)

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Today's poem not enough for you? Why not check out the old favs sent on this date in...

2024: vocabulary, Safia Elhillo 2023: Reasons to Live Through the Apocalypse, Nikita Gill 2022: New Year, Kate Baer 2021: Instructions on Not Giving Up, Ada Limón 2020: Motto, Bertolt Brecht 2019: Separation, W.S. Merwin 2018: Good Bones, Maggie Smith 2017: Better Days, A.F. Moritz 2016: Jenny Kiss’d Me, Leigh Hunt 2015: The Night House, Billy Collins 2014: Tim Riggins Speaks of Waterfalls, Nico Alvarado 2013: Nan Hardwicke Turns Into a Hare, Wendy Pratt 2012: A Short History of the Apple, Dorianne Laux 2011: New York Poem, Terrance Hayes 2010: On Wanting to Tell [ ] about a Girl Eating Fish Eyes, Mary Szybist 2009: A Little Tooth, Thomas Lux 2008: The Sciences Sing a Lullabye, Albert Goldbarth 2007: Elegy of Fortinbras, Zbigniew Herbert 2006: When Leather is a Whip, by Martin Espada 2005: Parents, William Meredith

[tikay21]

🐺Daily Soap - more than a casual GP - Intro ✍️

I’d like to share a bit of my rotating gameplay with you, to tell you about my Sims and their gameplay stories or just show some pictures, independently of my planned stories -however, story characters might also appear in the daily soap. Daily doesn't mean I post 'daily' but it's about 'everyday'.

I've been following this idea for a while on our private Discord and sometimes it leads to background stories or new ideas. There’s no fixed rhythm for switching households - it happens spontaneously, depending on what I feel like playing at the moment. This includes all four of my main saves, which I play as a connected universe.

Some characters exist in multiple saves simultaneously but always belong to the same overarching story:

MainWorld (MW)

FreeWorld (FW) – which also includes Between Us

BestBuddiesForever (BBF)

Whisperer (WH)

Following the motto 'anything goes, nothing is a must' > some impressions

my Wolfgang Munch

Liam, my Grim Reaper Helper, who doesn’t live such a grim life after all.

Tom, his tenant, whom I moved in so Liam wouldn’t be alone.

I gave Tom some LoveStruck traits, such as polyamorous and not jealous, to see how it affects the gameplay.

Anything can happen here: test scenes for my GShade presets - spontaneous makeovers of townies we encounter in the gameplay - renovations/builds - moving in new Sims - and possibly even the occasional download.

I hope you’ll enjoy following me and my little pixel people. At the same time, this helps me resist the urge to constantly abandon new story ideas just because they can’t be executed perfectly. That mindset often leads to overthinking and, ultimately, getting nothing done. Sometimes, you just want to sit back and simply play …

That’s the plan - where this journey will take us, we’ll see …

⚠️ Note: This casual gameplay may contain triggering themes and spicy content, which is not suitable for minors and may be sensitive for some readers. I do my best to label content appropriately, but read at your own risk!

Big Thanks to all Creators!!!

Poses - not named, so I dunno

GShade Preset always by me

Sims and build by me

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[justinspoliticalcorner]

Erin Reed at Erin In The Morning:

On Monday evening, Teamsters President Sean O’Brien made history by speaking at the Republican National Convention—the first time a Teamsters Union President has ever done so. The move, however, didn’t come without controversy. Union Vice President John Palmer called the decision “unconscionable.”

O’Brien then stirred more debate by tweeting in support of an article by Republican Senator Josh Hawley, which criticized corporate initiatives supporting diversity, equity, inclusion, and transgender workers. The situation then erupted when the official Teamsters Twitter account posted a statement condemning O’Brien’s endorsement, which was swiftly deleted. “Unions gain nothing from endorsing the racist, misogynistic, and anti-trans politics of the far right, no matter how much people like Sen. Hawley attempt to tether such bigotry to a cynical pro-labor message. The message this sends to Teamsters of color, Teamster women, and LGBTQ Teamsters is that they are not welcome in the union unless they surrender their identity to a new kind of anti-woke unionism. You don't unite a diverse working class by scoffing at its diversity,” said the now deleted tweet.

O’Brien’s support for Hawley’s views received swift backlash. “We get it. He promised you Secretary of Labor,” read a response by transgender writer Parker Molloy. “If you're a Teamster of color, are LGBTQ+, Sean O'Brien has just said he doesn't give a fuck about you,” said the Daily Union Elections account. “Scab,” said American journalist and labor activist Talia Jane. O’Brien’s speech at the RNC puzzled many observers. He used the platform to advocate for unions while also praising Donald Trump, calling him “one tough SOB.” Throughout much of the speech, the applause was tepid to nonexistent. Reports even indicated that at least one audience member shouted “right to work,” reflecting anti-union sentiments in the Republican Party.

Meanwhile, other labor union leaders were critical of O’Brien’s appearance at the RNC. Liz Shuler, president of the AFL-CIO, responded, “Donald Trump and J.D. Vance are on the bosses’ side… We won’t be fooled.” These critiques were echoed by members of the International Union of Painters and Allied Trades, the International Federation of Professional and Technical Engineers, and other union leaders. Even John Palmer, the Teamsters Vice President, weighed in: “A speaking engagement at the Republican National Convention by Teamsters President Sean O’Brien, regardless of the message, only normalizes and makes the most anti-union party and president I’ve seen in my lifetime seem palatable.”

[...] O’Brien’s support for a senator’s explicitly anti-diversity and anti-LGBTQ+ views runs contrary to Teamsters Union’s official documents and policies. One document on the Teamsters website states, “We are pro-union and pro-equality. In keeping with the labor movement motto, ‘an injury to one is an injury to all,’ we support a strong and progressive labor movement that promotes full equality and respect for LGBTQ workers and their families.”

Teamsters leader Sean O’Brien urinated on Teamster ethos of “an injury to one is an injury to all” by not only speaking on the RNC stage Monday but also giving praise to Sen. Josh Hawley (R-MO)’s anti-LGBTQ+ and anti-DEI comments. #RNC2024 #RNCinMKE

[burnwater13]

Din Djarin holding Grogu, while Grogu looks at the site of the 'seeing' stone on Tython. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 6, The Tragedy.

Daily Grogu Story.

More or Less

Traveling anywhere with Ta’lan Bet had been a strange experience for Din Djarin. She wasn’t a Mandalorian, which was obvious based on her clothing alone, but she wasn’t not a Mandalorian. She knew more about the Creed than he had ever been asked to learn and she knew more Mandalorian history than he’d ever thought to study, and she knew Mando’a as if it was her first language and not just one she had collected through her travels, the way other people collects souvenir patches or emblems. It was as frustrating and fascinating as anything he’d ever done.

When they had gone to Ordo, after being on Mandalore to sort out Bo-Katan’s wishes, she had asked him to travel with her in The Bard. Ostensibly it was so Grogu would be more comfortable, but it became clear after Grogu finally went to sleep that she wanted to speak with him about Bo-Katan, the New Republic, and bounty hunters in general. He hadn’t realized that she could be such a chatterbox and then made the mistake of saying that out loud. Dank Farrik. 

She apologized and then fell silent. That was far worse than her chatting with him because he could sense that she wanted to say a hundred and one other things, but remained silent for his comfort. He’d never had anyone do that for him before and he wasn’t sure if he wanted her to do that now. Why would she change just to please him?

He finally decided to bring that up and ask her to say exactly what she wanted to say and to not spare his feelings in any way. Another mistake. Not because she brutally dissected his behaviors, words, actions, and feelings. She didn’t do that at all. She had simply told him it wouldn’t be balanced to follow his request. Balanced? What did that even mean?

“Din Djarin I know you are familiar with the Force, at least to some extent. Grogu has demonstrated his ability to use it on many occasions. He typically expresses his abilities through very visible and tangible actions. He lifted a mudhorn. He deflected a fire. He tossed storm troopers around like toys. And he healed people. Many people. Not only you. He has also performed some more subtle acts, like moving the flight control knob, convincing Peli Motto to feed him dung worms, and making the people who see him believe he is harmless and weak. That is perhaps the skill he has practiced the most. It helped him when he was no longer under the protection of older, more skilled Jedi. 

There are times when his anger has to be redirected. When his frustration requires a safe outlet. When he needs to believe more in his own abilities rather than give up. That is the demand that the Force places on people who use it; you must be balanced. You must look within and accept your limitations and recognize your strengths and plan accordingly. You help him with that.

I also must do that. Look within and accept my limitations. It is not easy and I do not enjoy that process. It compels me to take ���the long way round’ and not a short cut. If I do not filter or refine or just rethink what I might say to you, I would not just be out of balance, I would push you out of balance. That would not be a kindness for either one of us. Instead, I reflect in silence.”

Dank Farrik.  He had to reply to her and be sincere and nonjudgmental and follow the Creed. He wished he had remained silent.

“Ta’lan, I am used to having the privilege of being a Mandalorian. People who do not know me, fear me. They step back. They stop. They wait for me to pass them by. I have grown as used to that, as I have grown used to the people I have a bounty tag for drawing their weapons first, enlisting their friends, or simply hiding for as long as they can and then begging incessantly for mercy or cursing me to all the gods they can think of at the moment. 

You did not do these things. You have no fear of me and you show me no deference. You are like Skywalker in that way. But I am not used to that. Fortunately for me Grogu didn’t want Skywalker to be his mentor. He chose me. Now he also wants to chose you, but I don’t understand why. If you put on armor he wouldn’t need me at all.”

Uff. There. He’d said it. The words he disliked the most when they rattled around in his head. She was too good to be true, but she was true. She was good. And it was clear from their very first meeting that Grogu loved her unconditionally. He couldn’t compete with that and he’d spent a good amount of time just trying to pretend it wasn’t true.

Ta’lan sighed and then chuckled softly. 

“Din Djarin, you need never fear that Grogu loves anyone better than he loves you. He does not. He sees the lessons I can teach him as a way of ensuring your safety. He worries that he is not up to the task of protecting a fearless Mandalorian warrior. That is why he has asked me to teach him. He sees the value in how the Brethren use the Force.

You know, as well as I, that armor cannot save anyone against a determined foe. Only skill and practice and an equal amount of determination can do that and only if you know what to expect. Trust me when I tell you that my scars are reminders of lessons that I did not learn the first time. There is one lesson that I struggle with the most and it is accepting the help of another. 

That is why I asked you about Bo-Katan and talked about the New Republic and bored you to tears with questions about bounty hunters. I am concerned that there may still be fobs open for Mira Ost. I do not want to put my father through that misery again. 

To be certain, I need to do more research. When I know more, I will need help in dealing with that problem. Is that something you can do? I can compensate you in any manner you choose.  I don’t think I can deal with the hunters on my own. I would not be balanced.”

Uff. He had to stop himself from walking over to her and hugging her, which is what he would have done to console Grogu. He had to remind himself that she was a very powerful Force user and he’d seen her do things that amazed him. He had no idea what she saw in him and that made him feel vulnerable in a way he’d rarely experienced. What if he failed? What if she were hurt? Would Grogu ever forgive him? 

“How certain are you about any of this? He and I are headed back to Nevarro and then we may go to Tatooine. I don’t know. I don’t want to let you down.”

That was the best he could do. Hedge.

“I’m not certain. It’s just a feeling I have. First the New Republic. Then Bo-Katan. Who’s next? Qira?”

“The last leader of Crimson Dawn? She’s long gone.”

Ta’lan had sighed at him. 

“Yes. She’s gone from view. Would you like to play a game of chess?”

That’s when the Mandalorian learned that if people did not believe her, Ta’lan Bet simply moved on. She wasn’t going to debate him. She was just going to strike him off the list of potential helpers. Was the lesson she was trying to learn really about picking better allies?

“I will help you whenever you need help. Grogu would hate to lose you as a teacher.”

“Thank you.” She paused for a moment, before walking over to the preserver and pulling out her container of fruit concentrate. “We can’t play chess because Grogu has one of the pieces in the pocket of his coverall. I suppose you could wake him…”

“No. That’s alright. He should sleep. Just remind me to get it for you before we part ways.”

“Of course.”

She had smiled at him and that’s when it hit him again. The strangeness of knowing her. He could swear that they met before that trip to Takodana and Jakku, but he couldn’t remember anything other than a vague recollection of that smile. He shook his head and focused on what the next few days would bring. A visit with Lac Straso. Returning to Nevarro in the N-1. Teaching Grogu more about astronavigation. The normal life of a Mandalorian bounty hunter. More or less.

[marvelmcumania]

Blazed in Love

Pairing: Johnny Storm x Reader

Summary: Johnny and Y/N met each other in school and became great friends but one misunderstanding broke the friendship and they went their separate ways. Many years later a space mission has brought them together will the friendship rekindle or the romance?

AN- You can find the same name on Wattpad Updates won't be frequent will be updated at any time English is not my first language Do not repost Feel free to reblog and let me know your thoughts

Chapter 1 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

Today was a good day, Y/N repeated when she got up from her deep slumber sleep. That was her daily mantra until yesterday when her senior colleagues Reed Richards and Ben Grimms told her about a quote talk with none other than Victor Von Doom. Now, she was furious and irritated.

The very mention of Doom's name had ruined her mood. How could Reed think this dream project meeting with Victor would lead to anything productive? He was manipulative, power-hungry, and dangerous—a toxic combination. She couldn't understand why they hadn't learned their lesson yet.

Y/N tossed the blanket aside with a frustrated sigh and got up to freshen up. She rethought why this happened and wished Reed would not accept the deal. Walking to her closet, she pulled out her favorite outfit: a pair of sleek black pants and a fitted dark blue blazer. Professional yet practical, these outfits were perfect for what was likely going to be a long day.

As she buttoned her shirt, her thoughts kept circling back to Victor the guy who had always humiliated them, and herself who was their junior and a friend she shall never name.Y/N shook her head, trying to push away the frustration. She steps into the living aroma of breakfast, hitting her nose 

"Yep, this is what I live for," she says to Matthew, who glances at her smiling.

"And that is why I love you." He answers, preparing the breakfast. Y/N comes inhaling and kissing him "Well why the so professional dress up?"

Y/N goes towards the refrigerator takes out an orange juice and pours it into a glass "Well we have a meeting with the Doom"Matthew makes a face he knows what kind of a man Victor is and how he manipulated news about himself But Matthew's one motto was to being opposite of him.

"But why?"

"Reeds Idea Matty Reed's Idea," she shrugged while Matthew handed her breakfast.

"Is he out of his mind?"

"I don't know, Matty. I had the same doubt."

"And the weird looks he gives you Even though he has a gf, "Matthew grits his teeth.

Y/N stays silent knowing those two never deserved this after having more discussion it is her time to leave "Alright Honey if the deal gets accepted" she says approaching Matthew and keeping a hold of his hand "then I won't be available for weeks"

"Yeah, and then you have to meet him." Referring to the Person, Y/N had stopped talking. She gives him a nod

"I hope not." Giving him a bitter smile, she kisses him and starts walking away when Matthew stops her.

"Also don't forget the date."

"I would never" and starts on her way to the meeting with none other than egoistic Victor Doom

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Y/N meets Reed Richards and Ben Grimms on her way to Victor's headquarters. The welder's torch sparks the hands of a sculptor on the structure. Y/N's eyes fall on the large statue of an epic 20-foot going-up of a business tycoon, none other than Victor Von Doom, whose generously extended hands sit two intertwined columns of DNA. His face is chiseled, angular, and perfect.

"Typical of Victor Von Doom to build a 30-foot statue of himself."

They stood before it and headed toward the soaring glass-box atrium of VDI Headquarters. Designed to inspire awe making an attraction spot for them and the public

"High open space, exposed structural elements. Obviously aimed at first-time visitors to create feelings of... smallness, inadequacy." Reed says smiling at Ben and Y/n who snorts at him.

"Very Funny Reed"

Ben agrees with her and turns towards Reed who looks a little nervous"I agree with Y/N Good thing it ain't working... " they start heading towards the headquarters "Reed, what are we doing here? This guy's fast-food, strip-mall science --"

"This wasn't our first stop, in case you forgot Nasa. And Victor's not that bad. He's just a little.." He looks at the statue "Larger than life." They move past the statue, into the sprawling atrium.

"He's financed some of the biggest breakthroughs of this century"

"Yeah" Y/N chuckled "and one of them being his ego" Reed sighed giving her a look who shrugged at him "I only came just to see if he the great  Victor Dumbass accepts the deal"

"You'd never know it," Ben says, giving a part to Y/N's head and motioning to a high-tech orb. The orb shows footage of Victor's accomplishment of a safe and clean nuclear facility, the first private Space Station. All images include Victor with huge people. Then an image appears of him holding the America's Cup. "Jesus. That too?" The three of them reach a stern receptionist.

"Reed Richards Nen Grimms and Y/N L/N to see-" The receptionist cuts him off, handing them a pass.

"Executive Elevator, top floor."

"What's the price for a smile around here?" Ben comments to the stern receptionist who doesn't look at them.

"I guess a bit of an ego from their bosses stops the smile" She glares at Y/N who gives her a small smile 

Reed then drags Y/N "Sorry she is new"

"What I am telling you the truth"

"Not the time" Ben snickers and from there they head into the elevator he carries a small black box as they enter the elevator the steel door shuts in front of them.

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In a large dim office, Ben and Y/N are in the corner he yawns as he watches Reed giving a presentation Y/N looks down at her nails both of them bored

A bright hologram of stars and planets hovers in the air making the room beautiful "My research suggests that exposure to a high-energy cosmic storm born on solar winds might have triggered the evolution of early planetary life" Reed stands among the holograms explaining to a mysterious figure sitting behind the desk.

An ominous pulsating red cloud covers the stars. It washes over a hologram of earth. "In six weeks another cloud with the same elemental profile will pass Earth's orbit. A study in space could advance our knowledge about the structure of the human genome, and help cure countless diseases, extend human life --" The shadow clears his throat. Reed speeds up, emotional Y/N gives a side eye to Ben both agreeing that this was too much in front of the person they hate.

"Give kids the chance to be stronger, healthier, less prone to--" but the voice cut him off.

"Turn it off Please."

"But I haven't fully explained my--"

"Yes, you have... Imagination. Creativity. Passion. Those were always your trademarks."The figure gets up from his sit revealing it to be none other than Victor Von Doom the 35-year-old handsome, commanding looks almost airbrushed he drops the wired magazine to the desk Y/N's eyes fall on it Reed in the front cover of the magazine the words saying Reed Richard Bankrupt

"But dreams don't pay the bills do they?" Victor says giving a condescending smile to him and a wink to Y/N who rolls her eyes and then back to Reed "Same old Reed, hopeless optimist. Still reaching for the stars, with the world on your back."

"At least he is positive Victor" Y/N claps him back "And that is why he is still better than you."

Reed hisses a small Y/N telling her to stop and Ben holds her back by shaking his head not to escalate the things. Victor nods his head when Reeds begins to speak."You remember in school we talked about working together. That's what I was about to explain..."Reed presses the remote another hologram appears a shuttle slowly approaching an orbiting the space station both bearing the Von Doom Industries logo Victor gives a more intrigued smile.

"So it's not my money you want. It's my toys..." Y/N cringes at the word toys "Tell me if NASA doesn't trust why should I?"

Victor has always been a step ahead Reed pauses thrown for a beat.  Y/N balled her fist not bearing the insult to her long friend who was also her senior Ben woke up from the suspicious glancing at Reed Victor noticed the change in Y/N and Ben, Victor started  laughing

"That's my job To stay a step ahead. To know what other men don't" he speaks getting up from his chair and taking a sit on the desk.

Ben gets close to Reed and Y/N "I can't take this"he whispers to them.

"Me too Reed," She tells him giving a glare to Victor who smirks at her.

"Y/N Ben this is business Just work," Reed says in a low quiet voice.

Victor cracks a smile looking at the tension between the three of them.

"He's right Ben" They all turn and see none other than Sue Storm "and Y/N" giving her an acknowledging nod she stands in a corner possibly during the whole presentation."It's just business" 

Victor swoops in "I think you three know my Director of Genetic Research, Susan Storm."

"Heya Susie" Ben greets her and lowly mutters "One more thing he's got."

"Ben stop it"

Sue gracefully walks into the office only taking her eyes off Reed to give a warm hug to Ben and Y/N

"Ben it's been too long" and she turns to Y/N "And Y/N you look marvelous I hope Matthew is good too"

"Yeah he's fine"

Susan gives Reed a polite handshake. Victor observes Ben and Y/N watching the interaction uncomfortably Reed looks insecure under her gaze and tongue-tied.

Reed began to speak "You're, you've, I mean, how have you bee--"

"Never better"

Victor sizes them up. He puts a hand on Sue's shoulder. "This isn't going to be a problem is it?"

"Not at all"

"Ancient History" Victor smiles eyeing Sue

"Good. Then you're just in time to hear the great Reed Richards ask me for help" He turns to Reed "You know, you made a lot of folks at MIT feel like a junior high science fair. So you'll excuse me if I savor the moment."

They all stop for a moment. Reed sucks it up, "You back this mission, and I'll sign over a fair percentage of any applications or -"

"The number's seventy-five. And it's applications and patents."

"What about his firstborn?"

"Ben, the money's not important we could save lives." Y/N sighs Reed's good deed which makes him better than Doom Sue gives a thin smile a flicker of old feelings.

"Twenty-five percent of a billion is enough to keep lights on, isn't it? Maybe even pay off your fourth mortgage of Baxter building."

They all look at Victor. How did he know about this? "Deal...?" Reed looks at Ben who softly shakes his head no and then at Y/N who doesn't know what to say But Reed drops a nod. Victor smiles offering a handshake. "Well then to our future. Together" Victor says squeezing Reed's hand harder his other hand on Sue's shoulder. "Funny how things turn out, isn't it?" 

"Hilarious"

Reed and Sue lock eyes Ben watches Victor warily. Before they all start moving" By the way Y/N" Victor calls her out when they all stop"The offer still stands"

"I am good Victor and Thank you," she says stepping into the elevator.

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Reed Y/N and Ben are in the elevator now."Good call for declining him" Ben gave her a proud smile.

"Having been doing long back" her face furrows "But how did know about NASA?"

"Yeah what if he made the call to shut us down--" Ben gets interrupted by Reed.

"Ben think about all the people we can help if this works--"

"Maybe you should think about yourself for once. You always let this guy push you around--"

"We got what we wanted. That's enough."

Y/N clears the throat."I know I know we are just worried about what he wants and obsession with pulling you down...Speaking of which" Reed follows Y/N's eyes to Sue. She joins them and the doors shut.

"You sure about this Reed?" Reed nods keeping his head down

"Those solar winds are flaring, but I factored them into my coordinates and--"

"I am talking about us working together," Sue says keeping her gaze on Reed He is uncomfortable Y/N and Ben give a grimacing look at each other.

Reed thinks "Well uh based on our history..." he starts talking fast "You can handle the biogenetics and I'll focus on the molecular physics or, uhm, maybe I should take the biotech, you work the microscopes. since you have some background in electropho--"Y/N mentally wants to slap her forehead after seeing Susan's face annoyed.

"Right. That's exactly what I meant" She shakes her head  Ben smiles, patting Reed on his shoulder.

"Way to overthink it." Ben glances at Sue "So when do we leave?"

"I'll schedule the launch. Call me in the morning to talk about resources and crew" Sue offers a business card. Reed doesn't take it.

"I, uh, think I remember the number."

"It's been changed" Ben and Y/N grimace Reed takes the card keeping his head down.

"As far as the crew I was hoping Y/N could pilot the mission--"

"Well, she's welcome to ride shotgun, but we already have a pilot on our payroll. You remember my brother Johnny..." Sue speaks looking straight to Y/N who sighs rolling her eyes this is what she was scared of and somehow it came true.

[lovelacefc7723]

5 years. It might not seem like a lot of time but the world changed so much in these years. It's not the same as it was before, we are not the same. But somehow re-inc managed to grow, evolve, create. I've learned about this company, I've read and studied and wrote, I understood. And what I love about it is their identity, their commitment, their belief. They make me believe. Even in changing times, they try and follow the path they keep designing, day after day. Annie Lennox once said "Make kindness your daily modus operandi and change your world.", I think re-inc is changing THEIR world, with kindness, acceptance, equity, re-imagination. They taught me so much, they offered another lens to see sport, fashion, social norms. 5 years later, two of the four main public founders stepped back somehow, re-inc celebrates another USWNT journey in France with the first motto they created and everything feels different. But different is not always worse. Tobin Heath and Christen Press developd this company more than I ever imagined, they created spaces, ideas, opened discussions. They found a new purpose beyond the football field and it was just as much inspiring. I believe in re-inc and I might not be part of the close community but I like the effect it has on my daily life. I wish them all the best, more grow, more space, more re-imagination but always the same core, the same heart. Long live, re-inc.

[vynegar]

Rosa's debates with herself

Transcribed my screenshots from the Snowfallen Secrets event, where Rosa was debating herself. This is not exhaustive, but probably has most of the lines/arguments.

Opponent: You. Case descriptions (from less to more challenging):

My professional standard is to work with sincerity and always take responsibility!

My work ethic is to not leave a single loophole!

My life motto is to finish and get off work on time!

The goal I'm working towards is to always partake in challenges regardless of their difficulty!

To prevent mental blindspots, constant introspection is a must!

[Note: The last one is the only one which uses the silhouette of her trial attire (the gray suit with ponytail) instead of her everyday clothes (the red blouse with her hair down), and the only boss to have an attribute, empathy, in the description]

Lines spoken by the opponent (shadow Rosa); lines preceded by an arrow (->) are rebuttals from Rosa/the player

The fun you had slacking off will be paid for in your suffering!

Stop getting distracted!

Don't slack off. Carefully check every place.

Heh heh, have you finished the case report?

You've been given this work out of trust. Are you worthy of it?

Your work determines the fate of others! Be cautious!

It's nearly time for the monthly assessment. Are you confident?

Are you sure all the clues have been properly sorted out?

Your mistakes could cause trouble for your colleagues!

What's the point of trying so hard? Why not just lie down and slack off?

-> I'll keep advancing and become a better version of myself!

Your work is vitally important. You can't cut corners!

I believe you can do it!

It's so hard. Let's call it a day!

-> I'll always work hard and won't let myself down!

You need a change of perspective. You're beating a dead horse!

No one's gonna notice if I slack off every now and then!

No extra pay, even for such good work!

If I can't finish it today, I'll just leave it for tomorrow!

Don't you think you're a bit too complacent!?

Have you forgotten your dreams?

Keep it up! You can definitely do it!

Do you really think that you're fine like this?

The work was delayed because you were being sloppy! Reflect on that!

Did you do the exam practice questions? Don't tell me you forgot!

What's the point of trying so hard? Nobody cares!

A new challenge has appeared. Are you still planning to do nothing?

If you don't pay attention, opportunities will slip past!

You've come this far. You can't just do whatever you like anymore.

You've got to keep giving your all! Don't stop advancing!

Confucius said, "Self-reflection thrice daily." Have you done yours!?

Your work is extremely important. You can't be too careful!

No matter how hard you work, evil will never be fully uprooted!

Are you just taking it for granted?

Are you own subjective emotions influencing your decisions?

Do you really think it's fair and just this way?

Your idea of persistence is a joke!

Have you really considered it from all angles?

Are you taking too much for granted? Is this really fair and just?

Everything you've done has been useless. There are still plenty of people breaking the law!

Have you really thought about it from all possible angles?

The way you view things is too naive!

You're way too trusting of other people's opinions!

Things aren't as simple as you'd like to think!

You're merely insisting on your own idea of justice!

You're just whinging about nothing from a moral high ground!

Do you want to become a partner of justice too?

Your ideas are a complete fantasy!

You'll get what you deserve for being so stubborn.

What you're doing right now is all meaningless!

[nobodylikety]

Hamster hybrid! Haerin 🐹

Part 4 of my blurbs and thoughts about Hybrid! New Jeans! I'm trying to finish this mini AU without dying of cuteness in the process, haha

ps: I was thinking a lot about Cat hybrid!Haerin or Hamster hybrid!Haerin, and although I finally chose hamster version, I could make the cat hybrid version as well, so what do you think? let me know! 💖

tags: hamster hybrid!Haerin x gn!reader??, fluff, hybrid AU.

Hamster hybrid!Haerin who is the opposite of Bear Hybrid!Minji because while Minji is always sleepy and longs for bedtime when night falls, Haerin waits for nightfall to get SUPER HYPER

+ Minji and Haerin are like day 🌞 and night 🌜, while one always wants to flop down on you for a nap and is the calmest presence you have ever met, the other practically doesn't want to let you sleep because is trying to convince you to dig a burrow in the backyard and getting you on your nerves (in a cute way <3)

🐹 ، ☾ ﾟ｡ [ Why do not you sleep? I have no concept of time :3 ]

"Are you sleeping?" Haerin asks in a whisper, poking your side with a finger.

“I was,” You respond with a yawn, rubbing your eyes. It's early in the morning, probably. Just to confirm, you check the time on the clock on the nightstand. 4:05 AM, say the green letters. "Something happens?"

As your eyes adjust to the darkness, it is difficult to see Haerin's figure clearly. You just feel the mattress sink slightly, as she sits at the foot of the bed.

“Let's dig a burrow” Haerin says, just like that. You must have made too absurd a sound, because she giggles squeakily under her breath.

"Haerin, shouldn't you be sleeping?" It doesn't make sense to you that she insists on digging a burrow in your yard at 4 in the morning, instead of sleeping.

"I'm a hamster, I'm active at night," Haerin explains, and from her tone of voice, you know almost certainly that she's smiling. "That's why we have to make a burrow."

You sigh, half-chuckling. This is the daily bread (or perhaps the nightly bread?), the routine that every other morning unites you and Haerin in the familiar discussion of the burrow and the yard.

Where it doesn't matter how many times you've told Haerin that you're not going to build a burrow in the first hours of the morning, she doesn't lose hope. Haerin thinks that maybe, one day, you'll give in and help her dig a hole deep enough to reach China—even you've explained to her that it only happens in the cartoons she loves to watch.

Hamster hybrid!Haerin is OBSESSED with nuts and dried fruits in general 🥜 whenever you see that her cheeks are chubby, it is because she is munching her nuts or —in the worst case— storing and hiding them from the rest of Hybrid! New Jeans, because little Haerin doesn't want to share her yummy snack! she literally goes nuts for nuts, haha

Hamster hybrid!Haerin has the most adorable, chubby cheeks! which makes her the prime target for you and the rest of Hybrid! New Jeans want to pinch her cheeks 🤏🏻

✦ “I shall call you squishy, and you shall be mine, and you shall be my squishy” is Hybrid!New Jeans' motto every time they play with Haerin's cheeks (Danielle came up with it and the rest just imitated her, because it fit quite well!)

[lastweeksshirttonight]

I can't believe I didn't know that a) Rob Riggle had a podcast, and b) John was on Rob Riggle's podcast in December 2023. How did I not know this. Where are all the old TDS hags, this is a day of celebration 🍾

A little breakdown below the cut for y'all:

Usually I'm not the kind of person who enjoys the banter between hosts before a podcast interview - or the rambling of a singular host - but I enjoy the dynamic between Riggle and his cohost Darren. I also enjoy Riggle shooting the shit about breaking his leg through parkour/rescuing blind children from a bus. I am not sure still if either of those things are true.

Even before John comes in, Rob talks about how he and John spent most of their time sharing a Daily Show office just doing bits with each other, which tracks. Apparently TDS was very feast or famine in terms of workload. Also, apparently Rob and I have similar approaches to procrastination, which was "realizing we can't procrastinate once we got a stressful job".

The riffing on procrastination in the Marines fucking killed me. Is it obvious that I very much vibe with Rob Riggle?

"How many times do I have to say this Riggle? You aren't a French teenager." Fucking amazing. John just fucking tears into Rob immediately upon coming in, it's fucking delightful. Crampons totally are embarrassing! (...no they aren't, I'm not remotely cool enough to think that.)

Apparently Rob once went to a pain-free dentist, got completely numbed up, came into the TDS, and was wildly incoherent. A+ decision no notes.

John gives his slant on Rob's story about them doing bits and riffs together. John mentions that he spent most of his time trying to bang out his scripts, since he was also a writer, when Rob would come in and start some sort of phone call bit, which John refused to not commit to... while finishing his actual job. TDS backstage stories always seem deeply unhinged.

The important topic in the podcast is Liverpool football. I cannot give much context here, it's been years since I watched, but John also mentions that he became a Jets fan the year the New York Giants won the Super Bowl. He seems to gravitate to sports teams based on their failure and relative geographic placement near New York. (Never stop shitting on the Mets, that's my motto.)

John's kids viewing their dad as so much cooler because he knows Rob Riggle, the guy on Holey Moley, is genuinely hilarious.

Kid Swap sounds like a great idea, what could possibly go wrong

Rob's impression of John's accent was pretty solid. John's Brooklyn accent, not so much. His acting career will get there eventually.

"Riggle, I don’t think I've ever opened a link in an email from you because I've never trusted it."

After the interview, I love hearing about Rob learning stand-up from John and John basically forcing him to do that. I knew John did this vaguely, but I'm glad to get all this background on it. Rob also says that John could go onstage with no prep and create something out of nothing, which tracks from the shows I've seen him do. Obviously John has his set but he is so whip-quick when reacting to his audience.

This was pretty quick but a really cute and fun interview, glad to get these two together again!

[apricoteaa]

so who wants to hear about my self gratuitous DQXI self-insert/OC with their own alternate timelines and lore— post may contain spoilers for those who haven’t finished the game!

Scoria

Occupation: Chambermaid of Heliodor

Birthplace: Hotto, unbeknownst to him

Age 36

Height: 148 CM

Weight: 68 KG

Favorite food: Warm soups and sweet milk tea

Prized Possessions: His stuffed teddy from childhood

Preferred Type: Someone to make him laugh, with pretty hair

Motto: Treats make everything better!

Daily Routine: Depends on the day

Favorite thing about himself: His pudgy cheeks

Stress relief: A long nap

Thing he wants most right now: Some new shoes

In Scoria’s timeline, Hotto was terrorised by a Phoenix, defeated by the brave priestess Miko. However, Hotto was not spared from the Phoenix’s promise of rebirth. Not long after, Miko became with child. She hid this pregnancy from her people, and when she gave birth she traveled far to the kingdom of Heliodor, in search of the wise king’s counsel.

King Carnelian agreed to take in Miko’s son as a ward, and Scoria was raised in the palace as an unofficial squire. A few years later, Carnelian took in the prodigy, Jasper, and the survivor of Zwaardrust, Hendrik. The three became fast friends, growing up together. Scoria’s assignment changes from King’s squire to ward and attendant. He was to be protected by Jasper and Hendrik, as well as to assist and serve them.

At age 16, Jasper and Hendrik were sent off to, essentially, college. Hendrik was recommended to Don Rodrigo of Puerto Valor to train in knighthood, while Jasper sailed off to study magical arts at Snifelheim. Scoria stayed behind, and they worked as a domestic servant. However, at Jasper and Hendrik’s request, Scoria’s primary responsibility was to maintain their quarters while they were away.

Goolio

Goolio is a slime from Gooerto Valor, and his biggest dream in life is to become a great hero just like his idol, Goolyses! He hopes to train under Don Rodrigooze and become a champion knight of Helioozedor :)

He does not know that Goolyses is just a mascot from the casino’s slime slot machine games. He does, however, know that it is Don Rodrigo who trains the best knights of Erdrea. So he sneaks into the training grounds, and eventually finds his way into someone’s dormitory.

Hendrik almost faints when he returned in the evening to see a little blue slime sitting on his bed.

Goolio shares his dreams of knighthood with the young trainee, and the two, somehow, form an odd friendship. When Hendrik graduates from Don Rodrigo’s training, he brings Goolio along with him back to Heliooze— Heliodor.

Scoria and Goolio become inseparable. They are best friends.

Hendrik loves Goolio. Jasper can’t stand him.

Jasper and Scoria are in love btw