#people are definitely going to be moved to tomorrow and wednesday

[girljeremystrong]

everyone who's still awake on another continent or already awake on this one.. beg and pray my professor moves my exam to tomorrow 🙏

[avianyuh]

Boring | Min Yoongi

Summary: For almost a year, you've worked for Min Yoongi's company. He gave off the impression of a cold businessman. No one ever saw him smile, laugh or discuss anything other than work. Everyone seemed to think he was a boring guy, who was too consumed with work. You'd assumed there was more to him, and often fantasized about him, but as far as you knew, he wasn't even aware of your existence. You didn't think he noticed you at all in meetings, or when he walked past your cublicle, but maybe you just weren't paying enough attention?

Word Count: 2.9k

chapters [1] ?

The worst thing about meetings is when they are scheduled at inconvenient times of the day. Like this you were currently sitting in. It was 3pm on the dot, on a Wednesday. Two more days left in the work week until you could sleep in until 11am. Two more dreary days of fake smiling at all of the coworkers you secretly couldn’t stand. Two more pathetic days of hearing the mindless office chit chat that you tried so hard to tune out. But one thing you would actually miss as you’d lay in bed until noon on Saturday was the sight standing right in front of you, giving the most boring presentation. Min Yoongi. Your boss, your superior, and your secret crush. Yes, it sounds like grade school to say you had a secret crush on him, but it’s the truth. You hadn’t mentioned it to your friends and definitely not the two women you were friendly acquaintances with at the office. It was an innocent infatuation. You couldn’t help yourself. He looked so attractive when he was dressed in his office attire. You had never seen a man look as good in a suit as Min Yoongi did. And when you happened to catch him adjusting his tie or recuffing his sleeves, it sort of sent you ‘over the edge’ and would become the highlight of the day. You loved to stare at him when he walked down the aisle past your cubicle. You held your breath if you were standing next to him in the elevator on the way up or down. And you fantasized about him while you sat through his boring presentations. You couldn’t fathom why a man so attractive could be perceived as so monotone and frankly, boring. You would see him walk around the office and interact with the other employees, but he always kept a straight face. Even when some of his clients would try to crack some jokes with him…nothing. You wondered why he kept so many walls up, well if that was even the case. Maybe he wasn’t guarded, maybe there simply wasn’t anything interesting about him? And that’s why you were more than okay with keeping your little crush a fantasy. You knew that you would probably be incompatible considering he seemed to have no soul. And honestly, you did like to tell a few jokes. You looked up from your notepad and stared at him, just as everyone else in the room was doing. Though you were basically invisible at this company, you still had to pretend like you were paying attention every once in a while.

“By tomorrow morning I need that file on my desk. It’s crucial that everything’s done and ready to go for the Smith account. Who was in charge of that?”, as the twelve other people in the room all turned their heads to look at me, I suddenly felt nauseous as my stomach started to twist into knots. As I darted my eyes from my coworkers, they landed on Yoongi, who was staring at me expectantly, waiting for his file. I cleared my throat and shuffled through my papers, pulling the manilla file out from under my notepad. I stood up from my chair as I walked over to him. His eyes followed me the whole time.

“Here it is Mr. Min.”, I said as I handed him the file. Your fingers briefly touched and you noticed just how calloused they were. You wondered why that was. He nodded at you and murmured a short Thank You, before he moved on to the next subject and you scurried back to your seat. By the time the meeting was over, I was back at my desk and watching the clock. 4:30. Only a half an hour left. You had finished all of your assignments and was just fiddling with the pencil in your hand when your office phone started ringing. “Hello?”, you answered, annoyed and wondering what could possibly be so important to warrant a call 30 minutes before you could leave.

“Mr. Min would like to see you in his office.”, the woman said before hanging up immediately. Shit, I thought. What could I have possibly done? He’s never wanted to see me in his office except for that one time when he gave a speech to everyone after we secured that big client. You had remembered to take note of his office since at the time you assumed it would be the only time you’d see it. He had photos lining his desk. Him at different sports games. Mainly basketball games. Pictures of him posing next to players, a picture of him on a boat, and a picture of a family. It looked like an older photo, so you assumed it was a childhood photo of his. But that’s all you could remember at the time since that night you had been knocking back quite a few drinks with your colleagues in celebration of the pay raise. But now here you were, approaching his secretary’s desk. “Y/N? Let me notify him before I send you in.”, His secretary looked down at the phone before pressing the button to ring him. “Mr.Min…yes, she’s here. Okay, I’ll send her in.”, She glanced back up at you, “You can go in.”, she said blankly before staring back at her computer screen, you gave her a quick nod as you walked past her desk. You could hear the frantic sound of her typing on her keyboard. You knocked on the door once before peaking your head in.

“Mr.Min? You wanted to see me.”, your voice was timid. Mainly due to the fact you were wrecked with nerves on the inside. You had been raking your brain on the walk down to his office on why you’d been called in. Maybe you were getting fired? But, on the same day you have that interaction with him during the meeting? It was the first time you had properly spoken to him.

“Ah, yes, Y/N. Please close the door behind you and take a seat.”, there it was again, that emotionless, monotone voice. It made it one hundred times harder for you to gauge what this conversation would be about. Was he angry? Was he calm? You had no idea. His face was stone cold. You really never saw him smile. And not to mention, his office was so dark, the blinds were almost completely drawn shut and now the door was closed. You found it concerning that he wanted the door closed. Last time someone went into his office and closed the door, they were walking out an hour later with two boxes filled with their belongings. You started to fidget with your fingers as you took a seat. You took a deep breath in as you watched him pull his hands out of his pockets and move from his standing position against his window and take a seat in his own chair across from you. “First of all”, he started, “You don’t have to worry, you’re not being fired, so you don’t have to play with your fingers.”, Immediately you placed your hands at your sides.

“Oh, um, didn’t realize anybody would pick up on that habit…”, you said, shocked at how observant he seemed to be.

“Well, I’ve seen you around the office and in my meetings for almost a year, and you do it at least one meeting per week.”, he shrugged before looking down at his desk and opening one of his filing cabinet drawers underneath. He pulled out a folder, specifically the manilla folder you had just given him during the meeting. He handed it over to you, and you furrowed your brows in response as you took it. “I skimmed through it, everything seemed fine. Problem is, I just got a call from Smith himself, and it turns out, his assistant faxed over all the wrong information. He’s still coming in tomorrow and expects the folder to be ready to go.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you assumed he was about to ask you to stay late and re-do everything, just because someone else made a mistake? Unbelievable. Before he could continue speaking, you intervened, “So what? Now I have to re-do everything? Do you understand that all that work in this folder took me a whole week. Rome wasn’t built in a day Sir.”, you snapped. Yoongi raised an eyebrow at you, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms across his chest, seemingly challenging your opposition.

“So you’re telling me that you refuse to do it? I understand it’s asking a lot, but you would be paid for any overtime. I can’t force you but if you don’t stay, don’t expect any big projects in the near future. Maybe Jerry at the cubicle across from you would like your next project?” You narrowed your eyes at him in a silent attempt to say, screw you.

“Sir, all I’m saying is that I sort of feel like this was sprung on me a half an hour before work ends, and you’re telling me I have to do a week's worth of work on my own in one night. I just don’t see how that’s fair.”, you explained, trying to keep your voice from getting too loud. One wrong move or word and he could fire you on the spot for 'disrespect'.

“So you’re concerned about working alone? Fine, I’ll stay and work on it with you.” Yoongi said as he looked down at his wristwatch, most likely mentally rearranging his afterwork schedule.

“Seriously?”, you asked, surprised that he would even offer to stay and work on the file with you at all. He looked back up at you, nodding his head, looking you dead in the eyes.

“Yeah, get your computer, you can set it up in here. We have a lot to get through.” And boy, was he right. The next thing you knew, you were two hours deep into paperwork, calling as many people as you could reach to fact check considering the fact most people had left their offices for the day. By 7pm, you were getting a little irritated as you weren’t making much progress with the file. And not to mention the fact that you were getting hungry. You ran a hand through your hair as you let out a frustrated sigh, throwing down your pen on your notepad. Yoongi looked up from his computer screen, his head resting on his hand, and he had his left arm resting on his desk. You could tell that even he was getting frustrated, and that in turn made you angry. And before you could stop yourself, you exploded.

“So, how exactly do you do business around here? You’re telling me that the whole week there was no communication with the other party until half an hour before closing today, the day before they were expected to come in for a meeting?”, he rolled his eyes at you as covered his face with his hand in frustration.

“You think I did this on purpose? You don’t think I also want to go home?” , he snapped. Now you were rolling your eyes at him, you felt like this whole file was never going to get done and your efforts were pointless.

“Can we at least order some food?”, you murmured. To that, you actually heard him let out a chortle as he reached into his drawer for a few takeout menus. It wasn’t necessarily a full on laugh, but it let you know that he did have a sense of humor. You couldn’t hide your surprise and Yoongi seemed to notice.

“What? Are you surprised that I eat food…”, he questioned as he handed you the menus, “Pick one, I don’t really have a preference. They’re all good.”, you grabbed them, again briefly brushing your fingers against his own like earlier in the meeting room. You decided on Chinese and another half hour later, after Yoongi went to collect the food from the delivery man, you were both sitting on the couch in his office, just silently eating. At first you assumed it’d be awkward, just sitting there, but it was actually kind of nice since it gave you a chance to get your mind off of the file and your impending deadline. But then, Yoongi cleared his throat as he put down his food. “Can I ask you a question?” You were intrigued to see what his version of small talk was, so you immediately replied with a Hm. “Do you find me boring during the staff meetings?”, he let out a chuckle as he asked.

“What!”, you giggled. You were surprised at his question, you never assumed that he would ask something like that. “How would you be able to tell?”, you were surprised at his change in attitude. An hour ago, he was so frustrated and now he’s…trying to be funny? He smiled at you before he started explaining.

“Everytime I look over at you, you’re either playing with your pen, or doing that finger fidget thing. I mean, I get it, it’s boring material we’re going over, but c’mon, everything I talk about is boring?”, he asked, still smiling which signaled to you that this was all just lighthearted banter.

“Well, I mean, you have to admit, spreadsheets and deadlines aren't the most interesting stuff to discuss after the first 10 minutes of the meeting. I just think the meetings don’t have to be over an hour each, that’s all.”, you threw your hands up defensively, returning his smile. He shook his head playfully.

“You do great work here, but every time I walk past your cubicle, you have the most miserable look on your face. “, he smirked, replaying the times he’s walk past your cubicle in his head.

“That is not true!”, you responded back teasingly, “I put in 100% But, it’s not my fault that I have resting bitch face…Also I highly doubt every time you’ve walked past my cubicle I look like that.” He raised his eyebrow, still smirking.

“Yeah, you’re right. The other half of the time I see you, you're always staring at me.” Upon hearing that, you covered your face with your hands and Yoongi started laughing at your reaction.

“Stop”, you pleaded, fully embarrassed now. You had no idea he caught on to that, you always thought you were being discreet. But to be fair, you had no idea he knew you even existed. He never seemed to concern himself with you until today. You had even interviewed with him when you got the job, it was with a supervisor. “I had no idea you even knew of me. I just assumed I was another faceless office worker or something. I mean, you’re always so busy and you keep to yourself…”, you tried to cover your tracks, but you were doing a really bad job of it. “That’s not true at all”, Yoongi said, giving his tone a serious edge. If I saw any of the people I employ out on the street, I would recognize them.” “But would you go up and talk to them?”, you questioned, bringing back your teasing tone. When he didn’t respond, you laughed and he let out a dramatic sigh. “What, are you shy or something?”, you asked.

“I wouldn’t say I’m shy, but I’m a bit quiet, but I think you already know that. I guess you could call me an introvert.”, Yoongi said sincerely. You nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, I’m the same way. I prefer my alone time. No wonder we were so bothered at having to stay so late.”, you joked. Yoongi agreed with you as picked the remainder of his food. You looked down at your container and did the same for a few minutes, assuming you were almost done with your conversation. At least now you felt more comfortable around him. And it was reassuring to know that he did in fact have a personality. A sort of perplexing one at that. Before you had the chance to stand up to throw away your containers, he started speaking again.

“You know, I’ve had my eyes on you for a while Y/N. I just never had a reason to talk to you, but I’ll admit, when Smith called, despite how pissed I was about the mix up, when I saw your name on the file, I was looking forward to this.” And with that, those familiar nervous knots in your stomach returned. You really wanted to tell him that you had also been interested in him, that you also despite your frustration, working with him all night had softened the blow of missing your after work routine for once. But you decided to play it safe, after all, he is your boss.

“Well, I don’t regret staying to work on this with you.”, you responded back. Your eyes met, and you stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. No one made a sound, and you weren’t sure of what to do. You studied his features. He had the most kissable lips, but you knew that would be a bad decision. One that you’d probably regret. His eyes seemed sad, and you weren’t sure of why you got that impression. You wondered if it was something you had said, but now that you were thinking about it, you always thought his eyes seemed like that. He was a mystery to you, one that you never thought you’d get the chance to uncover, but now, the window was slightly ajar into the man that is Min Yoongi and now you were really curious.

[A/N: So I guess my way of supporting Yoongi through this stupid scooter fiasco is writing a fanfic…Anyways, this is loosely based on a fanfic from years ago I had read on tumblr that I always went back to reread, until last week I noticed the story along with the account was deleted and deactivated :( To make matters worse, the story had never been finished, so in a way I never got to read how the story ended. So to make my teenage self happy, I’m making my own CEO Yoongi fanfic because I have to let my inner Yoongi freak fly. I anticipate that this will be a series, but I’m writing this author’s note before I even started writing the actual story so, we’ll see.]

[mxqdii]

nott into you - m.s

pairings: nott reader x mattheo riddle

summary: reader's brother is theodore nott and develops feelings for his best friend mattheo

warning(s): drinking, brief makeout drugs.

not proofread

FRIDAY:

my hands tangled in his hair, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes filling my senses, everything just feels right.

it's funny how a week can change everything.

okay! i know this looks really wrong, but i can explain.. let's go back to where this all started, monday.

-1 WEEK PRIOR.-

MONDAY:

i sit in potions, bored as ever at snapes lesson, feeling eyes on me.

i look over seeing mattheo riddle staring, which isn't totally weird, considering we've been friend's since first year, just abnormal.

this time it's different though, like some weird tension in the air, i feel as if red smoke is filling my lungs and calling out mattheo's name.

snapping out of it, i clear my throat and focus my attention onto the horribly boring, lesson

the class ends sooner than later and i take my time to collect my stuff, not noticing mattheo waiting for me.

i head to the door and meet eyes with him

"waiting for me, riddle?" i question and his lips curl upwards

"i might be, walk with me will you?" he asks and i nod, following wherever he's going.

"i noticed you staring" i mumble

"yeah and i noticed you drooling" he says and i scoff

"you think too highly of yourself riddle" i professed

"mmh i'm not so sure about that, have you met your brother?" he adds on and i realize

my brother, shit.

this flirty banter shouldn't even be happening right now, considering if theo saw he would absolutely loose his shit.

"yeah thats theo, uh- anyways i gotta go, nice talking to you riddle!-" i say in a rush, walking the other direction.

TUESDAY:

i hear the door open and look up seeing pansy, i'm currently in the slytherin common room working on some extra homework.

"hey" she says, plopping down next to me

"hey pans whats up?" i ask, putting my books down.

"okay so, i know this is a long shot.. buuuttt, there's a party tomorrow and before you say no just please please think about going!" she says the last part really fast and i laugh

"who's throwing it?" i question and she squints her eyes

"we are..?" she mumbles and my eyes widen

"pansy what!?!" i yell

"okay i know it seems bad, but some first years accidentally heard me saying how slytherin parties are the best and one thing led to another and all of a sudden i had to prove it was true and now everyones expecting a party tomorrow night and i need your help!" she rambles and i sigh

"fine."

later that day, i cross paths with mattheo again.

who cares what my brother thinks or wants for me, it's my life.

"hey mattheo, sorry about yesterday" i say with a smile and he nods

"don't worry about it sweetheart" the name makes my cheeks flush.

we kinda just stand there looking into eachothers eyes for a moment, i'm not sure how it was, but i definitely looked full of lust.

he moves closer to my ear, whispering

"you're drooling again"

i roll my eyes throwing in a, "you wish"

WEDNESDAY:

the party is all set up, and it took HOURS.

me and pansy had to rush right when classes ended to get everything ready

we're supposed to start the party in an hour but before doing that, me and my friendgroup decided to have a little fun

me, pansy, theo, mattheo, draco, enzo and blaise decided to play a friendly game of truth or dare before letting anyone else in.

"y/n" enzo says and i let out a shakey breath, not noticable enough for anybody to hear though.

"yes enzo?" i respond, eyeing him in anticipation

"what'a a dirty secret you've been hiding lately?" he asks and i smirk

maybe i could fuck with these people in a way that wouldn't expose me, but in a way... would?

"well enzo, so glad you asked. recently there has been someone catching my eye... someone who's off limits, someone i'm not allowed to touch, you could call it forbidden, but i prefer the term secrecy." i say with a smug smile, avoiding any and all eye contact with mattheo

before anyone has time to say anything, the clock chimes and the doors to the common room open, the room flooding with people from all different houses.

the rest of the night was kinda a blur, except for the end of it.

i'm too drunk to even function right now, feeling vulnerable and anxious.

god this is why i don't go to parties.

"hey beautiful" a random gryffindor says and i make a face of disgust

"jus' leave me alone" i say in hopes of peace, turning around to walk away, but instead he grabs my wrist.

i turn back to look at him seeing the no-good look on his face

"oh no" i mumble

"are you gonna like.. do bad thing's to me" i ask

i'm never drinking again i feel like an idiot.

"you just consented to it so i might as well huh baby?" he says and i groan.

"i actually have a-" without thinking i grab someones hand, anyone to get me out of this situation would be great

"mattheo?" i say looking up, seeing its him who i grabbed

well, i was going to say boyfriend but mattheo works too.

the gryffindor boy's expression quickly changes from being in control to being scared shitless.

i'm too hazy to even feel right, not paying attention to the bickering mattheo is doing, the way he's absolutely screaming at this boy.

my hand tugs mattheos arm, causing him to look down at me

"mattheo please- just get me out of here" i say, leaning onto his arm.

fuck i'm not supposed to feel like this

THURSDAY:

the last thing i remember, is mattheo dragging me out of that party.

i think he was carrying me? or was it theo? i don't really remember.

i turn over, opening my eyes seeing mattheo next to me

what the fuck.

"g'morning princess" he says and i wince, feeling the light hit my face.

"what time is it?" i ask and see him look over to his bedside table

"like 10" he says and my eyes widen as much as they can.

"it's thursday mattheo we have class!' i yell, attempting to get up

his arm lightly pushes me down

"you need to rest, do you remember what happened last night?" he asks and i shake my head

"you were drugged and you passed out." he mumbles and my eyes widen

"who the fuck drugged me??" i exclaim

"i don't know" he says and i sigh, thinking about last night trying to remember anything i can.

i don't even realize how close me and mattheo are, the way he's shirtless and the way the sun hits his eyes, his morning voice, his soft sheets.

i look down seeing me in his shirt and i quirk an eyebrow which he notices

"no don't worry uh- pansy changed you not me" he reassures and i smile.

the rest of the day we end up just talking and laughing in his dorm, only leaving for food and water.

i gotta admit, it is awfully suspicious me leaving with him last night and waking up in his dorm, now us ditching and spending the whole day together.

but like i said before, i don't care what my brother thinks.

FRIDAY:

i'm currently getting lectured by snape for missing class and i can't help but let my mind wander to mattheo

lately, thats been all my mind is full of.

the tension has been getting thicker and my desire for him has been getting needier.

i need to tell him.

i rush out of snapes lecture as soon as he's finished, rushing to the common room.

what am i even doing, i'm being way too impulsive right now, it's fine i only live once, i have to do this. i tell myself

i reach the common room and run upstairs, knocking on mattheos dorm frantically

he opens the door and i smile, suddenly feeling all of my words leave my mind, going completely blank

then i remembered, i dont need words to tell him what i need.

without thinking, i grab his cheek and kiss him, it definitely caught him by surprise, but it did for me too.

without breaking the kiss, he leads me inside and closes the door, pinning me against it.

my hands tangled in his hair, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes filling my senses, everything just feels right.

an abrupt knock interrupts us, mattheos hand covering my mouth

"dude come on, snape is pissed you missed class and his lecture, we gotta go" a voice comes from the other side of the door.

fuck, it's my brother.

a/n: let me know if u guys want a part 2<3

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 8

Time for another WIP Wednesday! Hope you enjoy.

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

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Bart grinned. “Well, we’ll just have to take those odds! So, now that we’ve got the basics down, we’re going out there to help, right?”

Sam snorted. “Not like we could keep Danny out of it if we tried. But you guys don’t have to. You can just go to bed.”

Danny sighed. “School tomorrow is gonna suck.”

Tim shook his head. “Aren’t you gonna call out?”

“No?” replied Danny. “How could I? Mom and Dad would never let me call out just because of some ghosts and they won’t know I’ll have been out all night.”

“Would they even notice if you call yourself out? Or ask Jazz to do it?”

Danny snorted. “School is about the only thing they notice. Look, I’ll be fine. I’ll fall asleep in English. Probably get another detention. I’ve A plusses in algebra and chemistry, so those teachers don’t care when I fall asleep. I’m a known slacker in gym. History is after lunch, so I’ll be able to stay awake for that. I’ve got this. It’ll be fine.”

“Danny…” And here Tim had thought his schooling was a disaster.

“Don’t, Tim. Now,” Danny forced his voice to be more cheerful as he changed the subject, “if you’re all joining me, we’ve got three thermoses. I get one. The rest of you can fight over the other two.”

Tim waved his hand. “I want one!”

Tucker sat down on the floor. “I’m out. Unlike someone, I need to sleep before class in—” he checked his PDA “—seven hours.”

Sam let out a yawn. “Yeah, I’m with Tuck on this one. We’re taking your bed, Danny. When was the last time you changed your sheets?”

Danny shrugged. “Dunno. I think Jazz got to them last week. Or was that the week before?”

“Right. We know where the spares are. Come on, Tuck.”

“Wait, if you’re staying here," said Danny, "any chance you can fix up Cassie, Bart, and Conner’s phone before you go to bed?”

Tucker shrugged. “Sure. Should be able to do at least two of them. You haven’t moved any of the tools, have you?”

“Left some of them out on the desk, but they’re there.”

“All right. Everyone! Pass me your phones. I’ll get at least two of them working tonight.”

Conner passed his over, but said, “Focus on Cassie’s and Bart’s. They’ve more people who will be worried about them and I’ve no doubt Bruce told Clark where I am and he has Tim’s number.”

“Will do!”

Bart handed his over. “Thanks, dude. You really don’t have to if it’s too much trouble.”

“Nah. After how much Danny and I messed with ecto-contaminating electronics, I could do this in my sleep.”

Sam snorted. “Well, if you don’t get started, you’ll be putting that claim to the test. Come on, tech boy. Let’s get going.”

“Sleep well!” Cassie called out after them.

“Don’t let the ghosts bite,” added Danny.

Sam huffed a laugh in a way that told Tim she’d heard the joke more than a few times before. Tucker didn’t even react and just kept walking.

“So…” started Conner once they were alone, “should we suit up?”

Danny hesitated. “If you do, Sam and Tuck will know your identities.”

Everyone looked to Tim. He chewed his lip. On the one hand, Sam and Tucker had known and kept Danny’s secret for months. But they did tend to get in arguments and make problems worse based on storied Danny had shared. But his friends had bonded rather quickly with the Amity trio and Conner, at least, definitely needed more friends their age.

“Our goals for tonight are evacuation and limiting property damage. Ambulances still can’t get into the downtown area and victims can’t escape. They’ll trust us more if we’re in costume. And at the end of the day, people’s safety is the most important. Danny, can you promise me Sam and Tucker can keep our secrets.”

“I promise, Tim. They’ll keep it as well, no better, than mine.”

Tim really hoped he was making the right choice even as he nodded. “Then let’s suit up. Where can we do that unseen?”

“Oh, that part’s easy!” said Danny. “You can change in the spare bedroom and I’ll just fly you all out invisibly and drop you off downtown.”

“Can you carry all of us?” asked Tim. “Have you ever tested your super strength?”

“Kon and I can fly ourselves,” added Cassie. “What do you need to transfer your invisibility?”

“Indirect contact should be fine. So I can carry Tim and Bart and if you each hold hands with one of them, it should work.”

“I don’t like ‘shoulds,’” said Tim. “Let’s test it.”

“Fair enough.” Danny moved until he was standing between Tim and Bart and wrapped an arm around each of them before lifting them into the air.

“Holy shit,” whispered Bart.

Tim couldn’t help but agree. He’d flown many times with Conner or Cassie or even Clark. But it never felt like this. The pull of gravity was always present and something he could feel. Yet with Danny? There was no gravity. Being in the air felt as normal as being on the ground. And Danny’s arm around his chest was warm and solid.

“What?” asked Danny. “Haven’t you flown with one of your teammates before?”

Tim couldn’t hold back a laugh. This was amazing. “Their flight doesn’t entirely cancel out gravity like yours does. Can we go out for fun before we leave? This is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.”

“Sure thing, Secrets. Whatever you want.”

“Thanks, Polaris.” The news report still playing on the computer brought him back to the present. “But that’s a discussion for later. Sorry for getting distracted. Kon? Cassie? Grab our hands. Let’s see if this works.”

Turned out that not only could Danny make them all invisible and intangible, but his anti-gravity style flight would apply to everyone as well. Apparently flight wasn’t something that required super strength and Tim was definitely updating Danny’s power profile because this was unbelievable. He wanted to run so many tests.

It took five minutes to strip out of their protective gear and turn off the computer, then another ten to change into costume. Most of their bags had been stored in the guest room already.

During that time, Bart claimed the last thermos and they split into teams of two. Robin and Superboy would help ambulances and emergency vehicles get in and out of downtown safely and Impulse and Wonder Girl would help evacuation downtown. Phantom would stay downtown and try to figure out if the portals could be closed preventing more ghosts from crossing over.

Danny went back to his room to grab earpieces that could be used as communicators and ask Sam to turn the ghost shield back on in five minutes, then they were flying back to the scene of the attack.

It felt so much better to be back in costume and ready to do something. Though he was definitely going to have to ask Danny for the specs to the ghost weapons. Next time he came to visit, they’d be in Robin’s colors.

The chaos in the downtown area had gotten much worse in the time they’d been gone sorting out weaponry and plans. Most businesses sported broken windows and cars were overturned on the street. Half the people appeared to be overshadowed and the other half were cowering and hiding.

Danny set them down carefully and Bart immediately disappeared to find those who were trapped.

“I’ll go check out the portal and let you know what I find.”

“Very good, Phantom. We’ll do what we can on the ground. If you see something that needs our attention, let us know.”

Danny gave him a salute. “Will do, Robin.”

“All right, you two ready?”

“Always,” said Conner.

“We’ve faced worse odds,” added Cassie.

“Then let’s get going.” This was going to be a very long night.

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Next

Hope you enjoyed! The plot is moving forward slowly but surely. We're still only in the first, like, 3 minutes of the DP episode, so yeah. I may have to speed some things up. I'm just bad at that.

This will be the last week I tag people for updates to this story. There's three reasons for that. Tumblr is making it more difficult to tag users and splitting the list over two posts is kinda a pain. Many people I tag don't seem to interact with the post and I don't know if everyone is still interested in following this story. And I'm nervous about being shadow banned since that's happened to at least one writer in this fandom as I'm sure we all know by now.

So! I've set up a subscription post. Follow the link and set up notifications and I'll make a comment every time I update. That way only those who still want notifications will get them and you can change your mind whenever you want.

Tag List Part 1

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[thosegayoldmen]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tags! @lokimobius @kcscribbler & @elodiah

This is a bit from a newer NSFW piece I've been writing, there's nothing explicit in this section, but it's highly suggestive. And the fic it's from is definitely going to be thoroughly spicy 🌶 See if you can guess what might be going on here 🤭 Enjoy! ~

Mobius watches with a barely concealed smirk on his face as Loki leans heavily against the far meeting wall, head hung low, his breathing coming quickly as he clutches the files in his arms across his chest for dear life. He hasn’t been listening to whatever the meeting is about now for some time, something he hopes he doesn’t regret come tomorrow, but he’s unable to tear his eyes away from Loki’s struggling form.  He watches Loki lift his head, eyes unfocused, face flushed a deep shade of red. His lips are parted as he struggles, his breaths uneven, lifting a visibly shaky hand and running it through his hair, attempting to fix himself up a bit. He forces himself to stand a bit straighter, visibly swallowing, Mobius’ eyes tracking the bob of his adams apple even from across the room. Loki blinks heavily, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before attempting to push himself away from the wall again. A few people standing nearby him are shooting him worried glances, but have yet to move. Loki’s gaze focuses, and they make eye contact across the room. Mobius can see how dark Loki’s eyes have gone, pupils blown wide and wild looking as they stare him down. Mobius’ expression shifts, eyes glinting with mischief, and Loki can see that something is about to happen, and he starts to shake his head a fraction in a fruitless effort to beg Mobius not to.  But his eyes go ever wider as Mobius reaches for the remote in his pocket and flicks the switch up, watching Loki fold in on himself, dropping the files as an almost pained sounding groan leaves his mouth, loud and very noticeable.

No pressure tagging! @mythical-magik @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @in-my-loki-feels @devilbearingtrouble @ilaytrapsfortroubadours

@impulsemuppet @mirilyawrites @natendo-art @scifikimmi @silentxsymphony

@andthekitchensinkao3 @doomed-spectacles

[anxious-acorn]

It’s WIP Wednesday and I finally have something to share! 🎉

I should have this out by tomorrow but we’ll see what the brain says 😂

I hope you enjoy! ❤️

La Folie de Toi

Ch. 1 Snipet:

There was a gentle tinkling as you entered and made your way to the corner office, where one of your favorite owned souls sat, reading through something on her computer. Knocking gently on the open door, you gave a small smile as the ram looked up to you.

“Looks like someone’s had a long day,” she commented, sliding her large red glasses back up her nose as she swiveled her chair to face you. Your face fell as you blew out a large breath, your posture deflating.

“Six therapy fox sessions in a row. That’s the busiest I’ve been in this industry in a while. How was your day, Nita?”

Anita leaned back in her chair to stretch her limbs with a yawn. “Not too bad. Had a couple of appointments, but mostly catching up on paperwork. It looks like there’s a turf war brewing, so we may need to move, but I’ve got Louis and Nipper keeping their eyes and ears on the situation. Hopefully it will settle soon,” she said. “Do you need a session?”

You took a moment to take stock of your body before shaking your head. “Nah, I’m doing good right now. Definitely still on for my regular next week though,” you replied. “I was actually wanting to see if we could arrange a provider meeting soon. I want to run an idea by everyone and see if anyone would be up for it.”

Anita cocked her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “Another pet project, dear?” You chuckled in reply, leaning on the doorframe. “Maaaaayybe,” you teased playfully.

“Can I get a sneak peek?”

“I don’t know how exciting it will be, but depending on if there’s anyone willing to do it, I will be approaching Charlie to offer our services in house. I’m thinking since the renovation of the hotel, and with the presence of King Morningstar helping to protect the property, that we could take up residence on one of the floors there. We can always maintain our regular arrangements, but it would be so nice to just have one permanent spot to stay in. They would get our professional services to support their residents, and we would get a permanent place to live and work. Well, living there would need to just be an option, not requirement, but free room and board is a pretty picture. It would be a win-win!”

Anita’s golden eyes widened as you finished your proposal, dropping the pen she’d been playing with. “Are you serious? You think they’d go for it?!” It would seem you had at least one volunteer already. Chuckling, you gave a nod in affirmation.

“I think so. From what I’ve seen of the princess, she’s an absolute sweetheart who genuinely wants to help her people, she just needs a little help figuring out the recovery process. I think you’d really like her, she’s even bouncier than you.”

Anita gave an excited bleat, clapping her hands as she bounced in her chair. “Well, if you can’t tell, I’m definitely down! My landlord has been propositioning me since I moved in,” she groaned.

Your smile twitched at that- demons like her were often seen as easy prey. Hell, even you had trouble, and you were technically a predator! Cruel people saw a small, vulnerable looking creature and they wanted to crush them. “Do you need some help? My service is yours, Nita. What’s the point of our deal if you just end up putting up with the same shit?”

You kept your voice soft, not wanting to push her away, and she shook her head.

“I’m good, sweetheart. He’s all talk,” she waved the notion off.

“Well, don’t be too nervous if he somehow disappears,” you replied with a wicked grin.

Anita gave an exaggerated sigh, “just wait until we’re sure we get to shack up with the royals, yeah?”

[strixcattus]

...And now I'm thinking about the time travel conlang and how I might want that to work.

I looked up the phrase just to see if I could get inspiration from other time travel–related languages and found Mpiua Tiostouea, the language of all time. It's got some neat concepts, though it was designed to have an... interesting... phonology and I'd definitely make some different choices—which is good! It means I won't be copying ideas when I make my own conlang.

A conlang for time travellers needs to be able to express some complex and seemingly self-contradictory tenses. For instance, I might tell you this sentence:

"After I go to my date with the time worm, I'll text you how it went."

Except today is Thursday, and my date with the time worm, which I'm going to tomorrow, is Wednesday (yesterday), and I plan on jumping again afterwards, but I'm not sure in which direction or how long it'll take me to get around to texting you, and at any rate you only experience time forwards and will certainly receive the text in the next few subjective and objective days.

...Also, while I, the person talking to you, am going to be going to the date and sending the text, I'm not dating the time worm—the date is between myself from three years into the future (as opposed to an alternate version of myself whom I never have been and never will be), I'm spying on it, and also the time worm experiences all of time simultaneously in every universe and thus has no time clones or past/future selves.

...And the groupchat has like three versions of you in it.

A properly time travel–inclusive language should encode all of these things efficiently through the use of creative agreements, pronouns, and tenses.

It should also be inclusive towards people who experience time in reverse. Not those who've lived backwards all their lives—they can learn any language just fine, the same way everyone else does—but people who've found themselves temporarily moving the wrong way through time, despite having learned the language forwards. I think this can be settled by having two acceptable word orderings—one the reflection of the other—and employing asymmetrical particles that indicate important things like proper nouns and sentences, and maybe having a necessarily asymmetrical syllable structure.

Like CV. Every syllable necessarily has one consonant followed by one vowel, unless you're experiencing time backwards relative to your conversation partner, in which case all their speech will sound to you like every syllable is VC, and the same from you to them. That ought to work and to be simple enough that anyone, with any native language from anywhere across time, can pick it up with relative ease.

Then we get to pronouns. Mpieua Tiostoeia has an impressive set of seven grammatical persons, numbered 1–7. I understand and respect the reasoning behind such a choice (and a dedicated grammatical person for antimemes is pretty darn cool), but I'd rather go in the opposite direction:

1st person: I, the one talking to you. 1.5th person: Me, but a different instance of me than the one talking to you. 2nd person: You, the one listening to me. 2.5th person: A different instance of you than the one listening to me. 3rd person: That guy, the one I'm pointing to. 3.5th person: That guy, but an instance of them that's not right here. 4th person: The time worm, which experiences all of time and the multiverse simultaneously.

...Which coincidentally is also seven grammatical persons.

Due to the need to stress subjective and objective time experience for multiple entities, basically everything that can take agreement will agree with the person and gender of whatever it can agree with—most crucially, verbs, which might include tense markings that have to agree with any number of people:

"I'm having a party with these guys last week, do you want to come?"

Where I'm going to the party in the future and inviting you to come along in your subjective future (while acknowledging you may have already been), but some of the people I'm gesturing to have already been to the party and others have yet to go. Also one of them is the time worm. I think this party might be where we met... will meet.. whichever. Both.

Now, when I say gender, I don't mean male vs. female. Time travellers can come from any timeline. Some of them have only one acknowledged gender. Others have three. A few have as many as sixteen, or even more. Some of them plot gender on a four-dimensional spectrum encoded in the phonology of their gender pronouns. The only way to please everyone's idea of what gender trappings deserve encodement is to encode them all equally—that is to say, not at all.

Besides, we're all time travellers here. I don't need to specify how you identify with each word. I want to know if this is you, or your future self, or your evil alternate universe self. That's the kind of gender I'm concerned with.

Which means you can have a mixed-gender group (the three versions of you in the groupchat) that needs to be referred to with... essentially, it'd be something like you (2sg) and you (2.5pl), where you (2.5pl) is gendered both for your past self and for your alternate universe self, which are two different genders.

I think this ought to be my next conlang project. It's been way too long since I really got into one—right now, Yvelse is my only conlang that's not either dead or been in cold storage for the past year+.

[loftec]

Weekly tag wednesday thursday

✨ I am once again late and this one is from last weeeeek thank you for tagging me @deedala <3

Name: loftec

Age: 38

Astrological sign: Taurus

Upon which continent do you reside: Europe

Tell us how you're feeling right now using 3-5 emojis: 😵‍💫🫡🤖🥹🧗

Whats your favorite flavor of gum? Sweet mint is what I get, if I get gum, because if I got my actual favourite (any kind of licorice) I'd eat it like candy.

Whats the last movie you watched? Fifth Element, I think.

What was your worst subject in high school? Maths probably, I was also terribly bad at French but I cannot call it my worst subject considering the everlasting friendship forged in the Frendship (French hardship). Le premier étage.

What's the job you stayed at for the shortest period of time? I worked for one telemarketing company for 5 days. Earned 0 money. Did 4 days of failing to sell an ok product. Left on the Friday after having called people for 8 hours failing to sell one of the worst fucking deals I'd ever heard of, and just never went baaaaack.

Whats your favorite thing to do at an amusement park? Oh eat food and look at things from a bench? One of those slow-moving swans? I rode a centrifugal nightmare ride about 15 some years ago and it fucked me up for life, can't even read a book on a train anymore, can definitely never ride another amusement park ride. Before that I loved the swings.

What condiments go on top of the perfect hot dog (meat or plant-based)? I'm very basic and just do ketchup and mustard, but I wouldn't say no to trying out anything else if it's offered to me.

Cincinnati chili, thoughts? Most chilis, good?

Do you sleep with a plushie? Yes, I have one that was given to me when I was born, and one that was my favourite as a child, and one that I bought as an actual adult. They just hang out on a pillow I don't use. The rest of my childhood hoard are in a closet.

How do you feel about thunderstorms? I don't like the feeling leading up to a thunderstorm, the oppressive sticky feeling, but I like it once it starts and the tension breaks. Is cool.

What's the last animal you touched? My perfect boy, the bastard boy next door, and before that a goat friend!

Grab the nearest item with words on it that ISN'T a book and tell me the final word: "APPROVED" from my work notes.

Have you ever forgotten to do an assignment until the night before it's due? Uh yes why do you think I'm procrastinating right now? I have work due tomorrow and it's 22:18 and I haven't really started yet.

Tagging anyone who wants to take last weeks game for a whirl!

[bidisasterevankinard]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @buddiefication 💜

I have 4 wips I want to share cause I really like them

Buck wears skirts in 6b au

Hen stares at him with her jaw open for a few seconds, then smiles broadly. The way Hen's attention abruptly changed from the conversation attracts the others in the room, they turn around, Bobby and Chim freeze with their mouths open, and Eddie falls off the bench, trying to turn completely to them. He doesn't even pay attention to it, just blinks a lot, looking at Buck.The blue-eyed man rushes to him.

“Damn, Eds, are you hurt?” Buck helps the brown-eyed to get up.

“I-I-I I-no. Everything is fine. Just… um… I didn't expect to see you like this,” Eddie looks Buck up and down. His face is a funny mix of disbelief, shock and something that Buck doesn't want to decipher. Because it looks like an interest. Even desire, but Eddie can't desire him, can he?

after poker smut (I were sharing mostly angst parts so here a little bit of spice)

Eddie finally breaks away from Buck's plush lips, but moves on to his gorgeous neck, taking the jacket off him and throwing it to the side. He starts kissing and sucking on Buck's neck, and something tells Buck that tomorrow he will need a turtleneck to cover his neck. Maybe Eddie wouldn't mind if Buck borrowed his.

In parallel with the kisses, Eddie unbuttons Buck's shirt, but on the second button he just tears it apart, pulling off at least one button. And Buck would be lying if he said it wasn't hot. He's already half hard in his pants just from kissing Eddie and the way they rub against each other. But he feels that Eddie is not soft either, so it's all fair.

"You belong with me" (au where Buck is wooed by a new guy at the station)

"Hey, Eddie. What flowers does Buck like?”

“What?”

“What's Buck's favorite flowers?” Danny repeats even though Eddie clearly heard him from the first time. He just doesn't understand why this new guy needs to know it and why he's asking Eddie. “Have you slept well man? You look exhausted.” He sounds … honest. Like he actually cares about Eddie`s well-being. He seems nice. But Eddie still feels strange about him. 

“I`m alright, but thank you for asking,” Eddie tries to be polite, but he definitely is not going to share anything with him. “Why do you want to know Buck's favorite flowers?"

“I … really fell for Buck. I mean I know I`m here only for a week, but he's just so, you know, kind, so heart-open, caring, funny and so invested in his work. And the way he can talk about his interest with so many emotions, expressions and energy. Can`t understand how he doesn't have thousands of people trying to woo him. I want to try to do it. So I'm gonna start with flowers."

Eddie can relate to everything that this guy was talking about, but he can add so much more things why people should love Buck.

Great. Buck`s wooed by a nice man. Not like Buck doesn't deserve to be wooed by a nice man. But Eddie can't be happy that it is Danny. Only because he feels in his gut this guy is strange. No other reason.

And the wip i started hour ago : Chris tells Buck "You died".

“You died, Buck,” these three words Buck already heard from three people important to him, but none of them broke him like that. “You died. I heard dad said that to Carla,” Buck feels his hoodie getting wet on his chest, but he doesn't care so much. The only thing he cares about right now is figuring out how he can help Chris come to terms with what happened to him. Help Chris heal. “You've been in a coma for so long. We-we almost lost you. I came to talk to you. You were so, so not yourself. I don't want you to leave. I don't want you or dad to die," now Chris is really crying and Buck's heart hurts more than ever. “And I-I know you and dad can't control it, but please promise me that you'll always try to come back. Please promise, Buck.”

Buck is crying now, too.

Tagging(no pressure): @usercowboy @jobairdxx @swiftiediaz @ebdaydreamer @alyxmastershipper @gayedmundodiaz @yelenascowboys @loveyourownsmiilee and anyone who wants to share

[oncamelliastreet]

how are you doing today :)

if i’m being completely honest: absolutely awful.

today was my first day back at school and it was the worst. i’m not talking to a lot of my “friends” (read:all but one) because they’ve all collectively shown me that they’re not great friends, and i don’t like to surround myself with negative people, but unfortunately at my school that’s pretty much everyone so it just makes for a very lonely day. and plus my best friend has cancelled on hanging out with me 3 times in the last week, and we were supposed to do something thursday this week but she cancelled yet again this morning because she spontaneously has to go to a theme park thursday :( and also whenever i talked to her today i could tell she wasn’t really listening, or we would be hanging out with her boyfriends friends and one of them very clearly doesn’t like me so i felt so awkward everytime i tried to participate in convo…

and my school is changing a bunch of their policies even though everything was completely fine last year, so now we can’t even use our phones in the halls during pass period because if they’re seen they’ll get taken, we’re not allowed to listen to music during class, the only time we’re allowed to have them out is during lunch. and ik a lot of schools are doing that but it’s still super annoying because as a queer person in a catholic, homophobic, sexist school filled with homophobic, racist, sexist students, i’m not very interested in making new friends, so i’m just extra lonely and i really have to sit in my loneliness now. and they changed our lunch system so there’s only two lunches instead of three, so it’s extra crowded and they had to open up a whole new room for people to sit in because it’s not big enough, and it’s an unorganized mess

plus, i have chronic migraines, so i woke up with a headache because i was clenching my jaw from stress all night, so i had a really bad headache all day and it felt like my head was just gonna roll off and i literally almost passed out like 3 times because i would get so dizzy when i stood up. i came home and went straight to bed with an ice pack, so its better now, but that was still very not fun and i won’t be surprised if it hurts again tomorrow :/

and…idk. i just hate the school year in general. it’s so hopeless to get home in the afternoon and feel like i can’t start anything because the whole day is done. by the time i find the motivation to do what i enjoy, it’s already 9 o’clock and i don’t feel like starting something like writing just to stop in a couple hours. or i’ll do it and stay up and then i’m so exhausted in the morning so i feel like im dying. i really wanna leave this school, but im staying because they have one of the best art programs in the country. senior year i might just give up.

and i don’t really get to relax for the rest of the week, tomorrow i have therapy (which i definitely need but i really hate doing things after school during the school week), wednesday i have to go wedding dress shopping with my sister pretty far away so ill probably get home from school, leave, and then come back and go to bed which will definitely make me feel like shit, thursday i have nothing thank god. and then i have friday off because it’s a holiday weekend but i have to move my sister into her dorm, and that will be depressing as fuck because she’s literally my best friend in the world and we have a really small age gap between us so we’ve always been super close and i’m gonna miss her like crazy. so.

sorry, i dumped all my problems on you :/ how was your day? hopefully better <3 thanks for asking

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

Two epic Rants in one day. Am I going for a record or what?

@elderberriesandarsenic

Worked through conference period.

Worked through lunch.

Worked until past dark and scared myself to death driving home because I couldn't see a thing. I just prayed and prayed and prayed and I got home.

I did not finish what I needed to do. Tomorrow at conference I actually have a parent coming in. I found a bunch of grades for one class that should have been put in that weren't although I could have sworn I put some in but I think maybe I did not save them correctly. Did The copier got jammed then the other copier stopped working. I still have not done my lesson plans I am now two days late on them. But it is ridiculous that they want them the Wednesday before the lessons starts. So for week I have to have the entire thing planned, five slideshows done, one for each day, and all of the paperwork that goes for each activity ready by yesterday.

It is so ridiculous that they expect so much so far in advance Period especially when In place we don't have 30 seconds to ourselves .

In first period I have a boy that shows up 30 minutes late every day so he only comes in for 15 minutes. In those 15 minutes he doesn't know work and if anyone so much as moves near him as far as the other kids he tells them stuff like "Look at me again and I will f****** kill you!!"

He's already been moved from another class into my first class and that's really basically it they don't really care and nothing is ever done.

The rest of the first class is really good I mean almost perfect. It's a good kids get subjected to the little mini maniac. Second period is great too. Then comes third where three kids don't speak English which is fine I'm trying to help him as best I can but out of the other 20 only two or three can read and write. One of them is very hyperactive and is always getting into stuff and picking fights.

Then we are in conference and lunch that works right through six. Is sometimes okay but most of the time they either talk over me or get off on other tangents that have nothing to do with what we're talking about. 7th is a waste I have two very smart kids in there and the rest are not and then the rest just talking carry on the entire. I get to teach nothing because either I'm screaming to be heard over them or I'm spending the entire period asking and bleeding with them stop talking.. where I have the other psychopath that I always have to watch to make sure he's not assaulting another kid or the aid who is very afraid of him. I have another three kids that do not speak english. I have an autistic kid who is just mean and goes around kicking and doing baseball supplies into crowds of people so that everyone falls down. There is a boy that hates the autistic kid and he and the autistic kid verbally fight and we have a tattletail Palooza going on. And then three more of the kids are in special education but they're not getting the attention they deserve because I am too busy keeping the autistic kid and the other kid from killing each other and trying to keep a psycho kid from killing the aid or throwing tables or chairs are telling the whole class to suck his dick or bragging about the guns he knows about are generally cussing ignoring me and making Mayhem. And again the administration does not do s***.

Then there is ninth period where every kid in there except for one is on kindergarten level Period no one can read period no one can write. And yet I have to teach them fourth grade level topics like the Mexican-American war, the Mexican revolution, and the Texas Revolution.

Because they cannot write they have all of their notes done for them and glued into their books. Because they can't read those notes are completely worthless. Because all of their work is done for them they do not have to do anything in class so they definitely do not pay attention and usually spend the entire period talking or drawing pictures. Today when a girl asks out of the blue if she could go play a game on the computer I told her no that she had to listen to what I was saying because I was trying to teach her and she burst into tears!!

We normally go to the library on Thursdays but because we spent one day on the mock collection we are now one day behind and I was under the impression that the library was taking a personal day because she is just as stressed out as everyone else. So today I got asked 112 times are we going to the library to which I replied $112 times no we spent our library day on the election will have to wait until next week and I had 112 whining, crying responses.

By the time 9th. Got there I was so stressed out my blood sugar crashed and I nearly passed out. But the aid was just as stressed out as I was and did not seem to notice.

Thanksgiving break cannot come soon enough

[melodygatesauthor]

Weekly Update - 06/18/2023

As a reminder, I do weekly updates. You can see the original post here for details on what will be in these!

Updates Below the Cut:

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Long/Chaptered Fic Updates

A Bit Dodgy - There WILL be an update tomorrow! 06/19/2023. We have chapter 13 incoming! (Will be out later in the day than usual because I haven't had time to edit. Sorry!)

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Mini-series Updates

Blue = should be posted this week

Pink = In progress actively (working on but will not be posted this week)

Red = Backburner Fic (not working on this week - will work on a later date)

The Fractured Moon - currently working on These Fractured Knights (TFM Bonus Chapters) 🫣😏 - No new updates this week though.

Feeling You Can't Fight is DEFINITELY coming out this week on Wednesday! (I know I said that last week but this week I mean it!) I was hoping to post it last week but I didn’t get around to editing it! My goal will be to put out a chapter a week for the next 6 weeks for this one (fingers crossed - will post more often if I finish the chapters sooner than that) but we will see!

Summary

You are the new staff manager for the National Art Gallery in London, replacing the prior manager who you'd heard was unpleasant to work for...and that was putting it kindly.

When you meet the nervous, but friendly, gift shop clerk, you can't help but fall for him almost immediately. When it becomes clear that you can't shake this desire to give Steven everything he deserves and more, you can only hope that he feels the same way about you in return.

It WILL include the other two boys as well. - Coming this week

Working on a secret series based on a series of artwork done by an artist in the community. Hoping to have that out this week! - Coming out the week of 06/25/2023 I hope!

Not a Doctor - I’ve been asked by a few people, and I personally have been considering it for a while, doing a part 2 to this fic! It won’t be coming out this week, but it’s in the works! (Still in the planning stages)

Worth the Risk - taking a small step back from this for now. It’s not at the top of my inspiration list so I’m moving it down the line temporarily. - will work on a later date

The Good Doctors - idea by @burnincrown - Dr. Marc Spector - It's going to be a long time in the works, and it will probably replace TFM when that one is done. In development - Work on it a different week

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Requests Updates

As a reminder, once these requests are finished, my requests will be closed for good. You can see the post explaining that here. Thank you again for the support and understanding!

If your request is in blue, that means I'm going to try to work on it this week (06/18-06/25). If it's in pink, I'm going to try to work on it a different week. It's taking me a while to get into the headspace for some of them so thank you for your patience. Green means it's scheduled for release!

Moon Boys X f!Reader by @simpforbritgents

Asking for something like Feeling Flustered where the moon boys are doing guided phone sex.

Moon Boys X f!Reader by @mercuryrosesixx

Moon Boys w/ a f!Reader w/ nipple piercings. - Release Date: 06/20/2023

Marc Spector X f!Reader by @blueflowerhat

Marc shower sex based on AI prompt.

Nathan Bateman X f!Reader by @campingwiththecharmings

This is the prompt that hit me like a Nathan-shaped mac truck! -> “if you don’t like my teasing why are you moaning”

Nathan Bateman X f!Reader by Anon

Cam girl reader x Nathan - Nathan turns to a cam girl, he's been kinda stalking her. (Excited hehe)

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That's all for now guys! I love you all and thank you so much for all the support you continue to give no matter what. You're amazing <3

[187days]

Day One Hundred

One of my students won’t come to class because he’s struggling, but he’s struggling because he won’t come to class. This is a vicious cycle, and I- and so many other adults in the building- are trying to pull him out of it, but, so far, nothing we’re doing is working. I wish I could make him see that I’ve got other students in the same section of World who find it difficult- and, heck, maybe they find me difficult, too- but just by showing up, asking for help as needed, persevering even when they’re frustrated, etc... they’re going to be successful. And he can be to. 

It’s extremely frustrating that I haven’t been able to convince him of that.

Today I was teaching one of the more difficult lessons in the first unit, but one of the most engaging. It’s about migration, so I started by asking students about the impact it has on cultures- ie, people bring their culture with them when they move to new places, cultures interact and blend, sometimes there’s backlash to that- and asked them what they knew about their own immigrant ancestors. I’d guessed (correctly) that many of them had ancestors like mine who’d fled poverty, famine, conflict, etc... Segue to me explaining how many people fleeing those things today are quite young. 

We’d talked about Korea in previous classes, and that situation seemed to interest a lot of them, so I showed a Ted Talk by a woman who’d escaped North Korea and also gotten her family out. We discussed that for a bit, I got some great questions about asylum-seeking, legal vs illegal border crossings, etc... as well as questions about North Korea, specifically. After that, I had them read Warsan Shire’s “Home” to get another perspective on what it means to be an asylum-seeker. 

It’s that poem that makes the lesson difficult; it deals with very serious issues and it has some profane language, so it requires a certain level of maturity, which is not always a guarantee with ninth graders. A few of the boys in Block 2 tried to make jokes, so I responded with the classic, blank, “I don’t get it,” and they knocked it off. We discussed lines that were unclear, or lines that stood out, and I ended the lesson by saying we’d be doing some research tomorrow to learn more about what is being referenced in those lines. Students are learning that it’s my style to string lessons together very deliberately, and some of them have said they like how clear I am about it, so that’s a win. 

My APGOV students have a test on Wednesday, so they did some MCQ practice to identify which topics they need to review prior to it, and which ones they have down. After that, we discussed FRQs and I showed them how to write  concept application questions. We tackled one together, then I had them do one on their own. We’ll do the same with quantitative analysis and SCOTUS case comparison questions tomorrow; I’ll save argument for the next test. Some of my students find it very easy, some find it very difficult, and it led to a hilarious discussion about whether my class or calculus is harder.

It’s definitely calculus if you ask me. I have no idea how to do that. But, of course, some of my students find that as effortless as I find political stuff, so it’s about learning the tools and tricks to make the political stuff easier. 

That’s what I’m here to help them do!

[the-firebird69]

Charlestown Virginia is showing that it will rain today for 2 hours about 70% chance meaning it's going to rain for 30 minutes then later at 10:00 p.m. it'll be about 20% which is hardly anything and then mild rain 10 15% until Friday mostly though partly cloudy or sunny and Friday it's going to rain intermittently still mild but it's going to miss the opportunity to fill the harbor and it will miss driving up the coastal title heights in other words it's not going to do anything.

--with that said Thursday is forming up to be the day barring any battles to take place in the river. Now this time there's no rain forecasted but there are battles forecasted they're going to be probably three battles in the river until on Thursday evening they're not projected to be very huge and there's another issue if you want to push it but literally a lot of people don't watch this event to happening. . So Thursday evening will be it as far as we can see right now there's about 1 ft 8 in left it'll be Tuesday night Wednesday night Thursday night three nights at 6 in Plus so it's still tentative Friday is probably a definite Thursday is a possibility of about 50%

--this changes the schedule maybe the radiation has been kind of high and yeah our son has a blue suit just like the gentleman that walked by and it looks good it looks sharp and he'll be fine it is for Florida charcoal was not as popular and you look like some sort of head honcho it's not appropriate for him.

--good Stan aays

--and there's a few other things of course the amount of Charlotte harbor and it's down it's about 12 ft 3 in and 15 ft still has about 15 ft to go it's going to fall and drop by two or three feet of whack probably in a week when the salt content increases by percent.. the amount of the harbor will open to I'll be about $125 ft by tomorrow morning they plan on blast you a whole bunch of that muck out. As it is the harbor is down to 2 ft 4 in on the bottom by average and most of the month is going to be out of here pretty soon all that salt water is going to come in up the coast fairly soon in a few days and yeah the Charlotte Park area in that whole little isthmus disappearing it's going to help and as well as the dropping of the cavern in front of the the harbor that will allow the salt water to flow in.

--additionally the tip of Florida five quarter mile plus caverns they are beginning to deteriorate faster the salt content there is actually 50% and it's going up shortly.. it's a big deal that this is happening by this weekend during it the salinity will be probably 55%. It's coming up the coast it's about 40% in the stereo and it's moving up. What we're looking for a 70% of meeting saltwater has a certain salt content it's not 70% of the water. In about 8 to 12 ft left on the first two or five will submerged will be submerged in about 2 and 1/2 Weeks and yeah that's half for the day it will pick up in speed but boy just never seems to get there

--also there are many things happening this week of Carter is being late to rest Saturday and I'm just going to be large funeral processions all over the United States they're going to flood the streets more or less and it will take your time.

--on top of this this week the Cameron will be submergic Friday and it will go Saturday Sunday and Monday early Tuesday morning it will subside. Lastly January 11th will be funeral day for a lot of people and the battles are heating up here over the horn chips control of this area where all the leaders are and the area where our sun is and stuff to take over it's starting to heat up now as the cavern deterioration date approaches it's only 3 days away. Really it's two days and then it's Friday and our son is going to the mall it's going to be interesting

--you have a couple things to report besides the caverns they are pretty big there is an action going on and it is pretty big. It has to do with this place here and it has to do with what's happening now and it is really about the pseudo empire versus the warlock and they're having a war and it's really bad.

--and there are a couple things that one should note this place is kind of slow for New Year's Eve it's going to speed up but really they're half-assing everything

--they're having meetings snow at the beginning of the year it started and this secession stuff is starting coming up real soon but it does they start to get into their act a little more just right now they're horrendous. We do have some things going on they are starting up what are you doing anticipate John remillard and his son to be gone in his other son and it's because they're fighting over it and it's an internal dispute. We do know what happens they all start producing Falstaff here and there people think that they're saying their staff is going to go in their AI people and they decide to get rid of them. Ask a break on a couple other signs of what's going on inside people are removing them from all their positions it's a large number of positions of losing and it's really constant it's going on now and it is all over the place.

There's some more things that indicate what's happening in particular cities that appear to be destroyed the fact that he's making a little Vegas he's putting up some walls you can see those in the movie and he's trying to get the first batch out and his people get slaughtered and it keeps happening and they're all duplicate people and they're getting hit mostly by his own son's people several other clicks happen that are precursors but really not that many prophecy bear that's a big deal to our son and daughter and me too he keeps annoying the poor guy I'm ruining him we need them out and of course I mean John r and we need him out soon but these things we can can and also the fight with the clones is beginning again they're both kidnapped fanatics and they're going to wipe out each other's forces and we both have black hair and lots of times and it looks odd very very odd and strange people. I will tell you this the big kickoff is Friday night and one of the three or four days because Jason gets out and have a war and it is against Trump. That's actually the kickoff. Coming up soon too

Thor Freya

Olympus

We had a sign and you forgot the damn song okay

Hera

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning!  I hope you slept well and feel rested?  Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.  Welcome to the weekend! 

Wow!  Here we are again: Friday!  Where did that week go?  No, seriously, where did that week go?

And a special good morning to those that live alone!  You are definitely not alone!  I assume you know you have a variety of families?  Your social media family, your Mi-Soul family, your clubbing and raving family and, of course, you have me!  Yes, you are related to me as well and, as you know, I am normally online!

I posted my annual ‘Deaths Of 2024’ list on Wednesday night.  Doubtless, it will need updating before the end of the year.  As usual, it’s a sobering list full of people that have truly led a life. 

Water bills to rise by a massive 36% over the next five years.  They say they will use the money to fix the water system, but they won't, they will transfer it to their tax havens.  The water company bosses have received over £25m in bonuses and incentives since 2019.  It’s yet another gigantic corporate scam at the public’s expense.

Thursday was another momentous day of writing, as I have broken through the 75k barrier.  The day involved many cups of coffee, many trips to the toilet, a lot of pacing around, a quick lunch, a brief nap and the occasional trip down a TikTok black hole.  As any writer will tell you, writing is not just about writing.  It’s about keeping it moving, staying sharp, upbeat and inspired, and doing whatever is necessary to keep yourself stimulated!  (Stop it!)

Hope you can join me tomorrow at 1.00 p.m. for ‘The A-Z Of Mi-Soul Music’.  The FINAL part of The Letter B (Part Ten).  No executive producer, just me playing with myself.  Next week, we’ve got a special theme week, then on to The Letter C in the new year.  Executive Producers for January: Debbie Mills (4), Kemi Poitier (11), Sue D’Silva (18), Cazza McKoy (25).

Have a fabulous and funky Friday!  I love you all.  You’re probably thinking, “You don’t even know me!” but, if people can hate for no reason, why can’t I love?

[steamishot]

tired AF

today is our 3rd day at the new apartment and i woke up in a low, exhausted mood. i was loving the new space and familiarizing myself with the new environment, going at 110% trying to make it feel like home as soon as possible and i just crashed today. i made a list of all the packing and unpacking we have had to do in the last ~7 weeks, number indicates nights spent. we had to adjust to 13 different places and 12 different beds lol.

8/26 zurich - 1 lucerne - 1 vevey - 2 zermatt - 1 st moritz - 2 zurich - 1 nyc - 7 9/11 south pasadena - 17 9/28 mexico city - 4 oaxaca - 3 matt’s parents - 1 my parents - 2 10/9 new pasadena home - 2+

the movers came at about 9am on wednesday and i was juggling WFH by hotspotting, and matt was setting up the internet. they moved 53 boxes worth of stuff! i was tense because the movers' arrival window was for 9-11am and i had a meeting at 1pm. so i'm glad everything worked out fine and i got to attend the meeting.

matt has been very busy and nervous onboarding for his new job, and he officially starts on monday. this means that most of the unpacking/organizing (after the unpacking service) falls on me. i couldn't stand the messes, so i basically finished organizing the bathrooms, bedroom, and most of the office. i just need to work on the kitchen and balcony. i'm so dead tired from the physical work. i decided to leave the messes as they are and take my time sorting things out in the coming weeks. there's no rush.

we transitioned from using the app latch for opening all the doors of our last apartment, to having 3 physical keys and a garage remote. everything feels more slow paced here and people have the capacity/time to give you attention. on our first day, our neighbor held the door open for matt and introduced himself. in our 4 years living in brooklyn, no neighbor has said hi to us and vice versa.

i'm pretty happy with this location. it has some of the walkability like we had in nyc (walkable to grocery stores, boba, coffee, restaurants, and a yoga studio). so it makes it easier to share one car if needed. though i am considering just borrowing one of my parents car for about a year.

slowly, we will get into our new routines and get acquainted with the things around us. so far, i think chapresso may be my new debutea. TJ will be my grocery store of choice as it is only an 8 min walk away. the yoga studio here is pretty nice too, but definitely more mild than the LA studios.

tomorrow, i will babysit for my brother and SIL because my parents are in asia for 3 weeks. on sunday, we will have lunch with matt's family and move out one of our couches. life feels like it has become a complete 180. although this is all good change, it's still exhausting experiencing the transition/changes all happening at once. i hope matt's new job is good - so far it seems solid and the culture focuses more on patient care than making $, which makes sense with NYC being the capitalist center.

we're also learning how to live in a bigger space with each other. out of habit, i think we're so used to always being around each other all the time, so it's a weird but good feeling that we now have personal space lol. i'm here chilling in the bedroom, while he's doing his training modules in the office room. we also have 1.5 bathrooms now so we can poop at the same time! and it is so great that i don't have to hear every little thing he is doing (i.e tik toking, typing, talking on the phone)!!! feels like a big luxury and upgrade, though it is into an older apartment.

to do list:

visit a nursery/start a garden on the balcony

move out the couch, figure out what other furniture and seating we need for more guests

start inviting friends over (starting with SZ, perhaps we can WFH together)

take a swim at the pool?

use the fitness center

explore the area and caltech

find a good place to run outdoors