#post: queue | better late than never

[fatexbound]

@webbedphantom said:

[White Day for Haru!!] little later than I'd like but shush

He still couldn’t believe this was real, that he was actually dating her, that she wanted him to be with her. She was out of his league in just about every way imaginable, and yet she chose him.

So of course, he had to pay her back however he could. He didn’t want her to regret it for even a second.

Thus when White Day came around, he had a plan. He got her the traditional box of chocolates, a bouquet of roses and purple stocks from the flower shop, he planned out a route through Shibuya that would take them by some restaurants they’d been meaning to try (leaning into their tradition of going with the flow without being entirely improvised), and as the pièce de résistance (he’s been dabbling more in french recently, leave him alone) he made her something he hoped she’d appreciate.

Soon enough he was swinging by her place to drop off his gifts before they went out for dinner, carrying the bouquet under one arm with a cardboard box thoroughly secured to his back.

“Phew!! Actually made it on time for once… I think? I really need to get a watch… Anyways, these are for you-”

He handed her the bouquet, before dismissing his costume and snapping his fingers to remove the webs from the box on his back, quickly catching it with one hand and presenting it to her.

“This too. Not sure if you’ll want to use it tonight, but I hope you like it.”

Inside the box was the usual box of chocolates, but just above it was a hat suspended in the middle with a custom device he’d made to keep it from getting creased during the ride here. And it wasn’t just any hat, it was Noir’s hat. Not a perfect replica, as he was going entirely off of memory, but it wasn’t too far off either.

She could probably thank Ann for that. She was way better at this stuff than he was-

“I’ve always really liked this part of your costume, so I figured… maybe you could wear it to like… a ball or something? Do they still have those?”

... eh, even if they didn't, he was sure she could wear it to something. Or even just display it if she wanted.

"Happy White Day, Haru."

White Day asks | Still accepting

Haru was always patient, especially with Aaron, who had so much to handle. She couldn't imagine how difficult and tiring it was to protect every citizen from danger and those who wish to go against society's rules, or simply put, commit horrible crimes for their own benefit. Haru would join him if she weren't so occupied with her own full schedule. But this White Day would be special with him-- their first White Day together, in fact. She was looking forward to it, and upon seeing him, she smiled instantly at the amount of gifts she was given.

She sighed contentedly, taking the bouquet in her hand and smelling the flowers. Her gaze was on him.

"My, this is adorable! You're so thoughtful and sweet, Aaron..." She chuckled, taking hold of the chocolates and admiring the intricate design of her hat in the Metaverse. "Thank you. Yes, we do have balls- or ballroom dances for social gatherings. They are quite rare, but if they happen to invite me, then you will come with me too, won't you?" He was her knight in shining armor, after all.

"Now then, shall we go?"

[edenfenixblogs]

On the status of my “The Antisemitism Experiment” tag:

So, when something is a straight up experience that someone had, I reblog it and add it to the queue.

When it’s something that’s full of misinformation that I need to fact check and provide sources for, I often put it in drafts until I have the emotional capacity to deal with it. I have never even used the drafts function before starting this experiment. Everything in my drafts is from the experiment.

My Queue currently has 23 items.

My Drafts currently have 828 items.

Not even including the amount of antisemitic stuff I’ve already posted to the queue and removed from drafts, I want all the people who have sent me inbox messages or posted about experiences or felt like I’m not including enough in my queue: I know.

I see you. The amount of insane misinformation we must combat is so unfair. The amount of grace under pressure and distress we must show in order for others to take our suffering seriously is unfair. The amount of misinformation that people uncritically take as fact is so harmful and unfair.

And that’s all JUST the stuff I think is bad enough to be queued. The amount of insane bullshit I see every day is sickening and inexplicable.

This is why we Jews are so desperately asking for IRL visible support from our friends. We know how much antisemitic bullshit is out there. And the fact that non-Jews aren’t talking about it regularly makes us wonder if it’s because you believe it and agree with it.

It’s too ever present. It’s too widespread. And if you haven’t even privately reached out to your Jewish friends to check in or acknowledge their pain proactively, you’re part of the problem. If you’ve actively distanced yourself from Jewish friends, you’ve done more damage than you’ll ever know. And it’s something that should haunt you for a lifetime. It’s something you should learn from. It’s something you need to make amends for.

It’s never too late to reach out to a Jew you care about. It’s never too late to apologize to a Jew you’ve abandoned and to do better by them. Nobody acting in good faith is asking you to stop caring about Palestinian life. All we are asking is for you to care about Jews. Because we are people too.

[dragonprincedrabbles]

King Harrow's birthday is January 20th! It's time to make like Lord Viren and neglect our children* in order to celebrate Katolis's most avian(?) monarch! SHABLOW!

Starting Friday, January 10, @dragonprincedrabbles will suspend normal bot posting activity and instead run off a queue of Pip prompts, lovingly hand-curated from the prompt generator... but here's two elf-handfuls if you want to get started right away:

Pip + Runaan - Free

Pip + Ezran - Accusation

Pip + Callum - I'm Still Me

Pip + Claudia - An Eye for an Eye

Pip + Viren - A Thousand Eyes

Pip + Gren - Confined

Pip + Azymondias - Condemn

Pip + Rayla - Better Late Than Never

How to Participate

Find a prompt you like! Use one of the upcoming queued ones, find a past one in the Pip or Harrow tag, or go to the prompt generator and get your own! (Pro Tip: Click "Customize" and enter a character name in the field at the bottom.) Feel free to swap Harrow for Pip (or vice versa) in any provided prompt, we're here to celebrate DadBird and BirdDad equally.

Make something! Write a fic, draw a picture, do a graphics edit, make a meme, gif a gif (wizardry, imo), make a video (also wizardry), write out some meta-y thoughts, just gush for a bit over something the prompt made you think about, whatever! No AI. (Does that really need to be said? Come on, don't be a scrub.)

Put that something somewhere to be seen! Reblog the prompt post and add your thing. Make a new post for your thing on your own blog and tag @dragonprincedrabbles. If your thing is extremely cursed, there are also anonymous submission instructions.

Repeat as desired! (Holy shit, 2+n cakes!) There is no final deadline. These prompts will not self-destruct on January 21, they are available to you forever and this blog exists to share your creations whenever they come in.

Enjoy the results! On January 20, @dragonprincedrabbles will start reblogging/posting any fills. Don't forget to reblog and/or comment so the creators know their work is amazing!

* Please do not actually neglect any children. They might stab you, later.

[cheekykitsune]

Agitation

Hey guys!

So here's a little Kyojuro x Reader piece for you all! It's set in the Mafia AU and while it's not super spicy, it does have a certain kind of tension to it.

Now, this post is technically an hour late...but that's because I went to bed early last night, woke up late and then had things to do, cause I'm a functioning and apparently moderately functioning adult.

Usually I queue these up to post at certain times so that I can work on other things, but either way, it's here now! And that's the important thing.

Anyways, go ahead and enjoy the mafia-drenched charm of Kyojuro!

   You blinked, barely catching the sound of the study door slamming shut over the frantic footsteps that now echoed down the hallway.

  Two of Kyojuro’s subordinates—grown men—rushed past you. Looking completely and utterly terrified; avoiding eye-contact with you as if your gaze might drag them back into the lion’s den they had just escaped from.

  You tilted your head, eyebrows raising in a mix of surprise and curiosity. Kyojuro so very rarely lost his temper—and when he did, well, you couldn’t blame them for wanting to be anywhere but in his line of sight. Still though, it was curious, you hadn’t heard any shouting. No breaking glass. No blood. Just silence.

  Which, in all honesty, was worse.

  Deciding to satiate your curiosity, you made your way over to his study—each step light and purposeful, making little sound on the polished floors. You eased the door open with a gentle push, slipping through the gap and letting it close behind you with a firm click.

  “Kyojuro?”

  You kept your voice light—careful—as you called out to him. Treating the situation like you were stepping into a cage with a sleeping beast; but not out of fear. No, it was out of respect.

  He didn’t turn around. Kyojuro stood with his back to you, shoulders taut beneath the dark stretch of his tailored shirt. One hand held the neck of a crystal decanter, the other steadying a heavy glass as amber liquid sloshed into it with a slow, controlled pour.

  The bar cart beside the window caught the late afternoon sun, casting golden reflections along the edges of his broad frame.

  You lingered at the door for a moment longer, watching the tension roll beneath the surface; then, your steps brought you closer. Slow, but unhesitant, until you were only a few feet behind him.

  “Kyojuro.” You spoke again, softer this time, but still loud enough to catch his attention—though he didn’t respond right away. Instead, he raised the glass to his lips, took a measured sip before finally speaking.

  “They forgot who they were speaking to.”

  The words made your stomach flutter with anticipation. That tone of voice always made you react like that; it told you that your Alpha was agitated—sure, he appeared to be calm and in control of himself; but experience told you that if you pushed just right, you were in for a fantastic experience.

  “I see…” You hummed, drawing closer until you could reach out and touch him if you wanted to. “And do you think you managed to remind them?”

  Kyojuro’s broad shoulders rose with a breath—controlled, but tight. He set the glass down on the bar cart with a clink, knuckles flexing as though he was trying to resist the urge to crush it in his palm.

  His head turned slightly, just enough so that you could see the sharp line of his jaw. “Oh, I reminded them.”

  Your lips curled as you watched him. “And I’d bet you didn’t even have to raise your voice.”

  Kyojuro turned fully to face you, his gaze meeting yours—his face was composed, but his scent told a different story. Smoke. Spice. And the barely-there bite of aggression still simmering under his skin.

  “You know me better than that, Love.” He chuckled humourlessly, his voice low and smooth. “I never need to shout to make a point.”

  No. He didn’t. His presence alone was enough. You had seen full-grown men fall to pieces under nothing more than a look from him. But that wasn’t what made you step closer, and it certainly wasn’t what made your fingers itch to touch him.

  It was that low, controlled rage—the kind that made every muscle in his body hum like a drawn bow.

  “You do have a way of putting people in their place, I’ll admit that.” You smiled, eyes drifting down to his chest before dragging back up to his meet his gaze. “But it does make me wonder where my place is today…”

  In an instant, his arm was around your waist, tugging you flush against his chest. The heat of his body poured into yours, his other hand sliding up your spine to cradle the back of your neck; tilting your head up as he looked down at you with narrowed eyes and a dangerous grin.

  “Careful.” He murmured; voice rough. “I’m not in the mood to be teased, my beautiful Omega.”

  “I’m not teasing.” You whispered back to him, tilting your head to the side, your breath brushing against his lips. “I’m offering myself as a distraction.”

  The growl that rumbled from his chest made your thighs clench. Then, he kissed you. It wasn’t soft, nor was it sweet. It was a claiming.

  An open-mouthed, bruising, breath-stealing kiss that pulled a soft whimper from your throat. His tongue pushed past your lips, tangling with yours, demanding more—demanding everything—as his hand tightened at your waist; fingers curling possessively.

  Your hands gripped at the front of his shirt, needing something to hold onto as the taste of rum and smoke flooded your senses.

  He broke the kiss just long enough to rest his forehead against yours, chest rising and falling with a sharp edge. “You always come to me when I’m like this. Why is that?”

  You blinked up at him, more than a little breathless. “Because when you’re like this, you need me.”

  A dangerous grin stretched across his lips at your answer.

  “You’re right.”

  And then he was lifting you—strong arms gripping under your thighs as he carried you across the room; each step filled with barely-leashed hunger. Your back hit the desk with a gentle thud, papers sliding from beneath you and fluttering to the floor.

  You barely had time to catch your breath before his hands were tugging your thighs wider, sliding up higher while his gaze dropped to your lips; a low rumble building in his chest again.

  His fingers moved away from your thighs and to his belt, undoing it slowly. Taking his time and enjoying the needy expression on your features.

  “If you keep looking at me like that, (Name)…” He trailed off, dragging the leather through the hoops of his pants. “Then I won’t be gentle with you.”

  You shivered in delight at the lowly uttered warning; delighted. You didn’t want gentle from your agitated Alpha—you wanted everything he had to give, and then some.

[omegastation]

I've seen a comment that has been on my mind a lot lately, that the fandom was dead and that there was some gatekeeping. And to be honest, I have no idea if it's true or not and I want to reflect on it.

I've been away for two years, and for sure Tumblr is different. It's not about people, because they are always lovely fans no matter what. I also don't think I have nostalgia goggles telling me "things were better back then" lol I think it's just that Tumblr, for all its flaws, used to have more public fandom discussions. For better or worse, because posting a reply could encourage discussions that were better left alone - but now it seems like nothing is really public or fandom-wide. It's no longer the norm. Replies are left in the post itself so you have less reblogs with discussions. It's very self contained, which, in my humble opinion, might lose a bit of a sense of community.

The main tag itself used to be filled, and now it's not, clearly because a lot of people aren't active anymore. But it's not just that? I find that I discover more posts using the search function, so I'm always a bit confused about how people tag or intend their posts to be found. Maybe it's just me, but it's unclear to me. And I'm at fault too, I've been very intent on not tagging the main tag for a while, and I don't know why. It's not like I'm hiding, but it felt like my playthrough ramblings didn't belong there. Which is ridiculous, because I wouldn't feel that way about posts like this made by other people. I would want to find those in the tag.

I have a feeling a lot more discussions are now happening on Discord, which is not for me. I don't have the mental capacity for now to check a server every day, see new messages and reply. I tried and it's too much. I would feel the same about fandom boards, though they're less instant, so who knows.

Then you have other apps, which don't always encourage discussions. I've been trying to find vids on TikTok, some are great, but the algorithm fed me a lot of ranking companions type of vids with character bashing so I just paused the whole thing.

Then the gatekeeping, I don't know. I think I learned a lot and matured a bit, so I hope my own behavior in fandom is better and more chill than it used to be. But if I am gatekeeping one way or another, you have to tell me. I mean it. Just flat out tell me and explain, because I would never try to be like this on purpose, and I would need to know what I'm doing wrong to do better.

Lately there have been some DA fans who are experiencing ME for the first time and I'm happy for them. There's a lot of joy in discovering this universe, and I would hate for anyone, me included, to take that away from them.

I'm happy when I get to fill the queue, when people are involved, when there are discussions, when we have fun. That's what I want for Appreciation Weeks, even if I know it will be smaller than other years. It's in a few days and I would hate for anyone not to participate because they worry about how they will be received. If there are ways I can make it more welcoming, tell me!

[rose-tinted-vision]

nine albums or songs I've been listening to lately x nine people I’d like to get to know better x tag game with no name

(thank you for the tag @lianhuajing !!)

1. why did you choose your url? uh. it was a play on "rose tinted glasses"

2. any sideblogs? if you have them name them and why you have them. nope!

3. how long have you been on tumblr? I think 2022? i knew about it before, just never bothered to make a blog

4. do you have a queue tag? don't kill me, what's a queue tag?

5. why did you start your blog in the first place? I had some Thoughts about Blue Lock and wanted to post meta for it

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp? uhh Flora.

7. why did you choose your header? Reo is one of my Blorbos and I just really liked that panel of him

8. what’s your post with the most notes? probably the "do you download fics" poll

9. how many mutuals do you have? about 20? i don't remember

10. how many followers do you have? 120?

11. how many people do you follow? 91

12. have you ever made a shitpost? yes. i think.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day? an hour?

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? nope

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts meh. some of them are funny i guess

16. do you like tag games? yep! it's nice interaction

17. do you like ask games? i do! but uh. it's a silent empty void here. an echo chamber, if you will.

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? i have no idea but i see @kingsandbastardz a lot in the mlc community

19. do you have a crush on a mutual? nope

20. what is the last song you listened to? 若梦 by 周深

21. what are you currently watching? i just finished The Double! probably starting on Dashing Youth next

22. sweet/ savoury/ spicy? savoury!

23. what is your current relationship status? single

24. what is your current obsession? The Double,,,,

25. what are nine albums/ songs you've been listening to lately?

若梦 by 周深

如故 by 张碧晨

如初 by 张碧晨

借过一下 by 周深

万物不如你 by 张杰

Our dawn is hotter than day by Seventeen

Hitorijana by Seventeen

my music taste is kinda...i tend to stick to a few artists...

26. tagging (no obligation to do this!) @randomingoftherandomness @good-vs-evo @chrysofightme @bbcphile

[wehowl]

The modern day truly is quite exciting, with so much to see and do and ever since she had her body back she has been doing just that. Thanks to friends that have enabled her to get all the papers one needs to travel in the twenty-first century of course.

“Oh, is it that obvious?” Amelia asked, a light laugh on her lips as she offers the man a smile. There was something… oddly familiar about him. Give her some time and she was sure she’d unravel it. “I’m afraid I’m here to be quite the cliche tourist.” The only images that were coming to mind were back in her old life, unlikely but not impossible. How curious. “Are you a local?”

@wehowl liked the starter call (no longer accepting)

          elijah squinted when he noticed a slightly familiar face. the memory is not really clear, but rather blurry. a side note of a complete symphony which is why he's not certain. chances should be impossible; but what is impossible in a world that goes beyond an ordinary person's imagination? if this is the person he thought she is, then he knew her parents. he had business with them in … the late 1800s. he recalled that their daughter vanished for some reason.

         his eyes followed the woman until he decided to address her. "you must be new here. can i help with anything?"

[mystic-writings]

remember the nights | chapter eleven — o, atlas, pt. i

WORD COUNT — 2,154

WARNINGS — angst, depression

NOTES — god this chapter just. ugh. (also sorry for the late post i forgot to queue it last night)

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You haven’t been able to look Thomas in the eye for almost a month.

It’s been just a few days short of three weeks, and you were finally in the classic, snowy December that you’d waited all year for. The snow had begun to fall the day after the party and had let up very little since, as though the weather was linked to your mood. 

Before you’d moved, you wondered exactly what Woodstock would look like during the holiday season — covered in snow, twinkling under the moonlight and lit up in color with decorations on every house. You were correct, of course, and despite its beauty, you didn’t have the energy nor the emotion to properly admire the town for all the beauty it displayed under the constant cover of snow. 

While the morning of the first snow was hard, it hadn’t gotten any better. You woke up that morning and went through your usual motions, the ache in your chest feeling like a gaping void that swallowed up all of your happiness. Your first decision that day was to let it consume you, but after you cried all over again after folding up Newt’s jacket and tucking it away in your closet, you knew that feeling it all the time would only make things worse for you. Especially when you realized that if Newt was serious about what he said, it was almost a certainty that the jacket would never leave its place in your closet. 

After that, a constant cold — and even colder silence — seemed to blanket the house in the same way the snow did. Because not only could you not look Thomas in the eye without feeling a surge of anger, but you couldn’t stand speaking to him, either. For the first few days, he tried his best to talk to you, to explain himself, but once he realized you were serious about not talking to him anymore, he gave up. 

Maggie and your dad seemed okay, and you were thankful that their relationship wasn’t as altered by the change in yours and Thomas’, but the concern that rolled off of them in waves when you were in their presence was so strong that you could barely be around them, too. 

Chuck was the only person who didn’t treat you any differently than he did before. He still persisted, inviting you into his room to play video games or watching movies on your laptop in your room. He was an entirely welcome presence in your life, and a very welcome distraction to whatever thoughts were lingering in your mind. The silence within the house was growing to be suffocating, and if it weren’t for Chuck, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. He was the only person in the world right now who didn’t look at you with that gleam of pity in his eyes, and for that, you were thankful. 

You did your best to ignore the lingering thoughts in your mind. Thinking about what happened — and all the possibilities of what was happening to everyone else after, or what else could have happened instead — just made that aching void worse. Because the group that had once welcomed you with open arms, the one that had so quickly become your family, was shattered. And it was partly your fault. 

Thomas and Teresa stuck with one another, that much was expected. Newt, as he’d said, wandered off on his own, opting to spend all his free time with Frypan. Brenda, though, was determined to not leave your side. She had been one of the many front row witnesses at the party, and had reminded you several times that she believes both boys were at fault and overreacted, whereas you didn’t deserve any of what happened. 

Minho and Gally, ever the peacekeepers, had spent the past few weeks on a rotating schedule of spending their time with each of you separately. Sonya and Harriet did the same every so often, but aside from Sonya coming over every once in a while and reminding you that she was on your side, they had gone off on their own, too. 

You stopped sitting beside Newt in chemistry class. Brenda had forced Clint, the boy who used to be her lab partner, to switch seats with you. It gave you a little peace of mind, sitting across the classroom from him. But it made the ache worse, too. You still saw him at his locker every day, though. And there was no way you could get around that. 

Despite the sudden temperature drop, you stopped going to school with Thomas and Teresa. You’d either walk, occasionally take your dad’s car, or ride with Brenda on the days she risked driving her beat up, barely road safe, 90s Dodge Neon to school — without snow tires. Anything was better than stewing in the obvious tension between the three of you.

Everything felt like too much. You could barely manage with the aching pressure of your emotions, of processing and living with what happened — but lately, you were being pressured into college applications, figuring out what you wanted to do for your entire future, and it was all too much to handle. 

At first, Brenda tried taking you to Mickey’s one Friday evening to see if it would help to take your mind off things, but you could barely stomach walking through the door. Frypan spotted you through the order window, and you saw the pity flash through his eyes — and within seconds, Newt had walked out of the bathroom, and you knew you wouldn’t be stepping foot back in the diner anytime soon. You were just lucky enough that he didn’t see you before you left, because you wouldn’t have known what to do if he did. 

She’d ordered it for you once, too, a few days after that evening. You appreciated that she was trying, but no matter how much you wanted it to work, it didn’t. The bitter taste of regret burned your throat as you swallowed each bite, and it reminded you of Newt, of the willow tree and how you were able to trust him so quickly to tell him about your childhood, and him to do the same. 

All it did was remind you of how Newt was the first person you were able to talk about your mom to since Amina and Fernanda. About how you told him things you hadn’t even told them. 

With every day that passed, you wished more and more that you could get rid of every painful reminder — which seemed to be embedded in everything that surrounded you, into the very fiber of your being — and to get over it. But you couldn’t. You wanted desperately to move back to the city, to the floor-to-ceiling windows you grew up with. To have sleepovers with Amina and Fernanda again, to eat frozen yogurt with them and throw pieces of pizza to the pigeons in the park again. To go back to before you ever crossed Woodstock’s town line, so you could forget you ever knew the boy called Newt. 

So you could relieve yourself of the constant heartache. 

But, like most things in life, there was nothing you could do to change how things were now, let alone go back to when things were better. All you could do was live with it, bear the pain and hope that, someday, you could let go of it, or forget about it. That you could get back to how things used to be, or build a new version of it, at least. 

Sitting at the kitchen table, in the dead of morning, you appreciated the quiet that settled over the house. It was different to the suffocating blanket that covered everyone during meals; it was peaceful. 

You were wide awake despite it being dawn on a Saturday, but you just couldn’t sleep. With your laptop and an ocean of papers in front of you, you decided it was the perfect time to drown in college applications. 

Even though you were entirely clueless on what you wanted to do with your life after high school, you were sure that college applications were a must. It was the one thing that was enforced constantly throughout your time at school, so they had to be important, right? Besides, you could always figure out what to do after you got accepted somewhere, right?

You lifted your ballerina mug — practically filled to the brim with coffee — to your lips as the sound of feet shuffling down the stairs caught your attention. Looking over your shoulder, you spotted your dad turning from the stairs into the kitchen, sporting some of the worst bedhead you’d ever seen. 

“Whatcha doin’?” He asked, voice gravelly from lack of use. 

You sighed, looking back at the ominous spread of papers and glaringly bright computer screen. “College applications,”

Your dad nodded and came to stand at your right side, now holding his own cup of coffee. “Where were you thinking of going?”

“Not sure anymore,” you shrugged, picking up a piece of paper and skimming over it. “Maybe Syracuse? They’ve got good programs.” 

“I thought your friends—the girls, I mean—were gonna go to NYU together? What about that?”

“That was when I could do everything from the condo, and I didn’t have to worry about paying for accommodation.” You told him. “But that doesn’t really matter anymore, since I’d have to pay for some sort of dormitory no matter where I go, now.” 

Your dad took a sip of his coffee before placing a hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry about any of that, kiddo. We can cover it no matter where you go, okay? Hell, if you wanna run off to Australia for school, we can cover that, too. Just pick somewhere that you’re gonna enjoy, okay? Do what makes you happy.” 

You smiled and looked up at your dad, ignoring the slight build of tears along your waterline. “Thanks, dad.” 

“Don’t worry, kiddo. We’ve got this.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, squeezed your shoulder one last time, and headed to his office to finish up some of the projects he’d been working on. 

Even with Brenda at your side at practically every hour of the day, making dozens of attempts to distract you with whatever came to her mind, school never felt as lonely as it did now. Everyone else still ate their lunches in the cafeteria, but you and Brenda started eating in the computer lab with some of her more casual friends. Thomas and Teresa still took their spots at the main table, but Newt and Frypan began occupying a small corner space by the windows. 

You’d stopped participating in all of your classes almost immediately after the party, and you were sure that word of what happened had gotten to everyone in the school by now — and what little amount of people didn’t know could likely see that something was wrong — but you didn’t have enough energy left at the end of the day to care that much about it. 

You were lucky in your old school, with class sizes large enough and teachers stretched thin enough that not participating was something you were easily able to get away with if you wanted to, but in a school this small, you were practically out in the open. Your teachers were forgiving enough to let you keep your head down most of the time, except for Mr. Henley. It seemed that his failing marriage made him apathetic to everything in the universe, and utterly horrible at his job. 

It all just felt like too much. Everything took too much effort, too much energy. Energy you just didn’t seem to have, even if you have been sleeping ten hours every night. 

You didn’t even have enough energy to focus on doing your homework anymore. Instead, you’d opted for clearing the snow off the roof in front of your window sitting there for hours every single night, staring up at the night sky until your fingers went numb and dried tears made your cheeks feel like ice. 

But every time you came back inside, you passed by your desk and everything on it. The wall behind it, covered with Fernanda’s drawings, sticky notes scrawled with reminders from months ago, and the photo strip from the mall. 

You could barely stand to look at it. 

No matter what you did, somehow, everything around you had become a reminder. A reminder of what you had, of what you lost, and of what could’ve been. And every time you remembered, it felt like you’d become Atlas, bearing the weight of the world, of a thousand mistakes that you didn’t even make, on your tired, aching shoulders. 

And there was nothing you wouldn’t give to let someone else take over.

series taglist: @heliads @ghostofscarley @badbatch-simp24 @virginia-peters @third-broparcelicito @lamolaine @yes-fangirl-things (open!)

[andy-wm]

Jimin and Yoongi performed TM at The Final in Seoul...

AND OMG!!! I WAS THERE!

I took a chance on Jimin performing Tony Montana with Yoongi during the encore concerts and wrangled myself a Saturday ticket.

The stars aligned for me and like magic, there he was. Park Jimin, in real life. He performed not only Tony Montana but also, incredibly, Like Crazy. It was a dream come true!

Dont get me wrong, it wasn't ALL about Jimin. Yoongi is my bias, after all.*

But the reason i went, was in the hopes of seeing them together on stage for T.M.

It's really only hitting me now, 10 hours later as I queue to check-in for my flight home*°, how lucky I was. I'm trying not to cry in public. Yes, it was that good.

I cannot overstate the gloriousness of Jimin's live performance, especially for a solo choreo like this one.

He swirls and darts and glides through the movements like a murmuration.

He is a swan on water. He is an illicit drug. He is ambrosia. He is seduction.

He's the aurora borealis in human form.

The funny thing is, when he wasn’t transfixing us with his grace and his voice (and his hips), he was such a cute, awkward, lovable bean. And before he performed Like Crazy, he seemed SO NERVOUS. It was oozing from his pores.

There are moments in your life you will never forget, and Tony Montana in Seoul, at Yoongi's 2nd last show of his first solo tour, was one of them.

It was wild and exhausting, but totally worth it. 36 hours flying time and 36 hours in Seoul, arriving late friday night and leaving at the crack of dawn on Sunday to go directly to work on Monday morning when my flight landed.

(I readily admit I did a TERRIBLE job of videoing these performances. I have a special talent for taking absolutely rubbish footage. Even when I have a prime position and a very good camera my videos look like they were shot through a telescope on a rough sea. And often they're out of focus because I'm actually not looking at the phone once I hit the record button 😁)

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*Yes, absolutely Yoongi is my bias. Since day one, the very first time i saw any of them, it was Yoongi who grabbed my attention. I've always liked the moody, difficult boys LOL.

Jimin, however, has a place in my heart that will never be reclaimed or relinquished. Jungkookie is there by virtue of Jimin, because they come as a set.

☆~●~♡~●~☆

*° I wrote this in the early morning on Sunday 5 August and forgot to post it. Better late than never, I guess.

[immeasurablesaladagere]

i absolutely LOVE your house agere fics/headcannons but have yet to see any lockwood and co ones even though it is in your pinned post and would love your headcannons when you get a chance! though i know you have a lot of requests in queue so no pressure!

AHHH Lockwood and Co! Hcs are my break between longer stuff lol, so coming right up!

Littles Lucy and Lockwood for sure. George is CG (but perhaps flip? I could see it)

Both Lucy and Lockwood call George "Mum", he just goes with it. He has never, not once, been any iteration of dad or older brother.

Both Lucy and Lockwood regress to similar ranges, like 5-9.

Lucy regresses almost entirely voluntarily as a way to get her childhood back. She didn't recognize it as anything special until she moved in with Lockwood and George, all she knew was that having a stuffy or reading a children's book made her feel really calm and a bit blurry. She thought it was like nostalgia but like x10.

Lockwood's regression is pretty much always involuntary, and something he doesn't like but has learned to live with. A bad nightmare, a migraine, a flashback, a panic attack, are all things that can nudge his brain over the edge and boom, he's a kid again. One of his worst nightmares would be regressing on a job and putting his team at risk because of it. He's worked very hard to prevent it at all costs.

While he's little, Lockwood's regression is all over the place. Sometimes he's content, sometimes (rarely) he's bubbly and happy, and sometimes he's completely inconsolable. It's a roll of the dice depending on what caused the slip, but even then there's some variation.

He doesn't always remember what happened to his family, he just knows they aren't there.

I have a very vivid scene in my head on how Lucy found out that Lockwood regresses, and it goes like this: It's Lockwood and George's routine that if Lockwood is feeling small late at night (the kid never sleeps anyway), he can come find George and he'll read him a bedtime story. Lockwood's feeling small not long after Lucy's moved in, so he sneaks very quietly downstairs to the library and asks George to read to him. Lucy, in search of water or something, sees that someone's still up and goes to chat, and walks in on Lockwood basically cuddled on top of George while he's reading to him, and Lockwood freezes for a second, then gets up and basically sprints to his room and locks himself in there. George half-explains, but says it would be better if Lockwood had the choice to tell her.

The discovery of Lucy's was far less dramatic. Lockwood eventually explained everything to her and she was just like "Oh, so that's what that is... Me too then, I guess".

Soft and squishy little!Lockwood, energetic and happy little!Lucy.

Tired mother George.

They play ghost-hunters with their toys sometimes, and the heroes always win very, very easily. Nothing ever goes wrong, and George kinda has an idea as to why that is, so he's never mentioned it.

If Lucy and Lockwood are both regressed together, Lockwood tends to drift younger than Lucy is no matter where they started. If they were both feeling 8, a few hours later Lockwood might be down to 5 or 6.

Lucy loves fruit, dude. It's her favourite thing. George will offer her a biscuit and she's like "But I want an apple :("

[alectoperdita]

Oh hell, I am all about them drugged confessions. If/whenever you’re up for it. 💕

From Put That Guy in a Situation(TM) Ask Game

Jumped this one ahead in the queue since it's someone's birthday. 💜💜💜 Enjoy, my friend! I hope this has enough of the stuff you dig about them.

13. Drunken/drugged/sleepy confessions

Read on AO3

content warnings: referenced non-consensual drug use and mildly spicy because Seto is thirsty

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City lights stabbed Seto's eyes. The metropolis's heartbeat—a frantic cacophony of bumper-to-bumper traffic, bass-heavy music spilling out of late-night shops and restaurants, and an overwhelming thrum of humanity—pulsed against the back of his head like a second migraine.

He lifted his heavy head and tried to get a better look at his surroundings. Not an easy feat when the world wouldn't stop spinning. Seto could feel the planet's rotational force.

In the sky, a bloated, sickly yellow moon hung on the black canvas, a dim bulb when compared to the Oriental Pearl Tower's neon blue and magenta beaming on the opposite riverbank. The phalanx of lit skyscrapers behind the landmark formed a blinding wall that threatened to lighten the night sky.

No wonder they were sitting at a standstill in traffic. He was in the Bund. Shanghai. He was in Shanghai. Not for the first or second time, but the city's nightlife never failed to overwhelm.

It came back to him in bits and pieces. The Pan-Asia Duel Monsters Championship was in China this year, which KC was a sponsor of, along with a dozen international and domestic corporations. Seto wasn't here to compete, though. He was here to do business and build guanxi.

Which meant night after night of hard drinking and tedious back slapping as Seto endured their patronizing compliments about his passable Mandarin. Endless rounds of maotai until his blood was more alcohol than plasma. That was the preferred poison of the old-school elites, the ones who built their wealth on the backs of a rapidly booming economy that outpaced everyone's wildest imagination. Not even Japan had sustained that kind of boom in the post-war years.

Potential liver failure was the price of doing business in this country.

That was last night, though. Seto was sure of that much, even if the passage of time seemed murky at best. Tonight, he'd been swept into a gaggle of their children, mainly the sons of the previous night's party officials and business moguls.

The fuerdai. His "peers."

Ha! Gozaburo had handed him nothing. Everything Seto owned, everything he accomplished, was through his own sweat and blood.

Seto will give them one thing: their tastes were decidedly less provincial. While their fathers drank baijiu like fish drinking water, they preferred cocktails, or at least pitchers of iced green tea mixed with Crown Royal.

Maybe that was his first mistake. Maybe he shouldn't have underestimated how fucked up he could get on such a simple concoction.

That was the last thing he remembered. He drew a yawning gap between the after-party at the club and this taxi cab.

Seto sank into the seat and squeezed his eyes shut. His stomach lurched. Perhaps it was a good thing that they were stuck in traffic. He might not be able to keep it down in stop-and-go traffic.

An abrasive—a familiar abrasive voice—encroached from the fringes, though. An equally combative voice shot back in a different language.

Seto's head lolled to the side, away from the window and toward the other passenger in the backseat. Reluctantly, he pried his heavy eyelids open. God, why was he so tired? It felt like he'd pulled several all-nighters in a row.

His fellow passenger was Jounouchi, locked in a heated conversation/argument with the cab driver.

Right. Jounouchi was also in Shanghai this week. Except he was here to compete in the tournament. And unlike Seto, he didn't speak a lick of Chinese.

Not as if his laughable grasp of English fared any better.

"Fuck, I'm telling ya, it's the other Marriott!" Jounouchi groaned in Japanese, running a frustrated hand through his bird's nest hair. It looked softer than it had any right to be, though. The bleached strands ought to be fried to hell and back after this many years.

But Jounouchi had been updating his wardrobe and his deck in recent years. Every victory advanced his look and style, and even netted him some media training like someone deserving of widespread notice, which was why he was playing in the Pan-Asian championship. Seto couldn't ignore him like he once did, like he still tried to in vain sometimes.

(And sometimes, he very much didn't want to ignore Jounouchi, wondering if he could catch the other man's attention in return... Draw him into Seto's reach and never let him go...)

None of that explained why they were in the same cab, though.

Jounouchi tried again to communicate. It hurt to listen to him butcher English to that extent. The cab driver only grew more irate, threatening to eject them entirely.

Giggles spilled uncontrollably out of him. Of course! Of course, Jounouchi's incompetence got them stranded on the opposite end of the city from their hotel.

Fortunately, he was a snack to look at, even if his brains were nothing to write home about.

Seto's words croaked out of him, repeating in Mandarin what Jounouchi had been trying to convey. God, why did it hurt so much to speak? But even his drunken slur sufficed, earning a grousing retort from the cabbie that Seto should've spoken up sooner while shooting a death glare at Jounouchi through the rearview mirror.

At the sound of Seto's voice, Jounouchi reeled in shock, releasing the driver's headrest he had been clinging to. After several awkward moments of staring, he inched closer to Seto, stopping short of touching him. But the proximity and the tight enclosure made Seto's skin crawl. Not in an unpleasant way, though. His body tingled and felt a touch flushed.

How would Jounouchi's skin feel against his?

"You alright there, Kaiba?" asked Jounouchi, seemingly floating closer. He waved a hesitant hand in Seto's face.

Base urges welled up in him. He wanted to grab Jounouchi's hand and bite it, no better than a dog, as he once mocked the other man for being. Better yet, he could drag his tongue across the rough palm and lap at his knuckles. Suck his thick fingers into his mouth and taste contentment from how they might fill his mouth.

Seto swore never to drink green tea mixed with whisky ever again.

He managed a small noise of confirmation before he twisted away, curling as best as he could around the seat belt. Something like a whimper pushed at the back of his throat, but he refused to release it. He wouldn't humiliate himself any further. Just as he wouldn't crawl across the middle seat and curl into Jounouchi's lap.

But god, he wanted that so much it hurt.

A warm hand landed on his back, and he nearly surrendered as Jounouchi rubbed soothing circles between his shoulder blades.

"It's okay." Jounouchi spoke softly, but somehow it rang louder than the many decibels of Shanghai traffic. "We'll be back at the hotel in no time. Just hang in there."

Seto spent the rest of the journey folded into himself, wedged firmly against the taxi's side, trying and failing not to tremble under Jounouchi's caring touch. Using a hushed tone, Jounouchi explained what had happened. It was pure coincidence that he ran into Seto and his "party" at that particular club. (Coincidence is giving chance too much credit. There were only so many high-end nightclubs in the city.) Jounouchi wandered over to say hi before rejoining his own group. But out of the corner of his eyes, he'd noticed Kaiba acting unlike himself. In fact, the entire group seemed a bit off.

Seto came to his own conclusion before Jounouchi shared his.

Seto had been drugged. And since he knew better than to take random shit handed to him by relative strangers, it must've been slipped into his drink. Or maybe it was in the communal cocktail pitcher to begin with.

"They were trying to drag you off to someplace else. Don't ask me where. But you didn't look like you wanted to go, so I stepped in," Jounouchi trailed off. He'd yet to remove his hand, but it sat unmoving, a steadying weight on Seto's back helping to ground him to reality.

"I can't imagine they were happy," Seto muttered.

Jounouchi chuckled. "Not one bit. Acted like I was trying to kill the party. One chick threatened me to skewer me with her stiletto heel."

"My knight in shining armor." Seto found himself laughing, then regretted it when his head throbbed.

"Don't worry, I didn't hit any of 'em. Mighty tempting, though. I, eh, kinda threw you over my shoulder and high-tailed it outta there. That was how I knew you were really outta it. You barely cursed me out."

Heat associated with both shame and arousal rushed through him. It turned out those biceps he secretly admired weren't for mere show.

"Finally, we're here!" exclaimed Jounouchi. His hand also regrettably retreated.

Seto watched blearily as Jounouchi overpaid the driver and leaped out the door. He didn't go far, though. He jogged around the vehicle to Seto's side and yanked open the door. As he leaned in and over Seto to undo the seat belt buckle, the woody scent of Jounouchi's cologne flooded his nostrils. And his strength was plainly evident as he braced his arms around Seto's shoulders and hip.

"Alright, up we go," urged Jounouchi.

Under any sober circumstance, Seto would've never allowed this to happen. To let Jounouchi touch him, especially as a caretaker. But Seto was the farthest thing from sober, fucked up on whatever combination of alcohol and party drugs he had been unwittingly fed. He didn't have the strength to stand on his own two feet.

So he relied on Jounouchi and his strength. Clung to the man's sweat-slicked neck.

The doorman didn't give them a second glance. Why should he? Seto was simply the latest in an endless stream of drunken guests stumbling back into the five-star hotel.

A lobby concierge approached and tried to help, though. Both Jounouchi and Seto waved him off. Jounouchi likely because he didn't want another stressful not-conversation, and Seto didn't want anyone but Jounouchi touching him right now.

"Hey, what floor?" Jounouchi asked after propping him against the wall of the elevator carriage.

Seto patted down his pockets and was relieved to find his wallet. He didn't expect the fuerdai to rob him blind like a common mugger, but you never knew. He tossed the leather wallet to Jounouchi and croaked, "Key card."

The tournament competitors were provided with single-bed guest rooms. Seto, on the other hand, occupied the Vice Presidential Suite for the week. Their elevator shot toward the roof, bypassing the dozens of floors between the ground and the suites.

As they ascended, Seto snuck covert glances at the other man. Despite the air conditioning running at full blast, Jounouchi was still huffing and sweating. Who could blame him? Summer in Shanghai could be blistering and even more humid than Japan.

"Can you walk?" asked Jounouchi when the elevator doors finally parted.

Struck muted, Seto shook his head. His heart raced as Jounouchi wrapped a toned arm around his waist, and together, they hobbled down the hall to the suite's door.

The lights flicked on automatically as they entered, drawing an impressed whistle from Jounouchi as he took in the room.

"Yeah, guess I should've known. You wouldn't be caught dead living like us commoners. Where's the bed in this joint?"

The mention of bed caused something hot and heavy to coil below Seto's navel. Without meaning to, his arm tightened around Jounouchi's neck, which only prompted the other man to grip him tighter, mistaking the action as a plea for more support.

"Bedroom," he moaned, knocking his head against the side of Jounouchi's. He might be imagining it, but he swore Jounouchi shivered and pink flooded down to his neck.

Seconds later, they stumbled into the adjoined bedroom. The spacious room apparently didn't warrant any comments, because Jounouchi deposited Seto on the bed and disappeared from sight.

To say Seto was disappointed was an understatement.

It may be a blessing in disguise. Jounouchi had already done the "decent" thing: extracted him from a dicey situation and brought him to the safety of his hotel room. Seto didn't need to embarrass himself in front of the other man any further.

He jumped when a hand grabbed his shoulder, kicking a leg out blindly.

"Relax, it's me."

Silly though it was, Seto did relax as soon as he registered Jounouchi's voice. His firm but careful touch.

The urge to sink his teeth into salt-laced skin swelled, a tide threatening to spill out of his chest.

"Here. I got you water from the minibar and a cool towel. It's unopened. I promise."

Seto stared helplessly at the two items being offered to him. Jounouchi made no moves, either. They were at a stalemate. At least until the other man sighed and pressed the moist towel to Seto's sweat-dampened forehead. His eyes fluttered closed, and he unleashed a faint moan at how good and chilly it felt.

"C'mon, you gotta drink the water, too. The whole bottle, then I promise to leave you alone."

Panic spiked through Seto's system. Being alone, something he never minded before, suddenly sounded unbearable. He didn't want Jounouchi to leave.

He reached out. Not to take the proffered bottle, as refreshing as its content may be (and his throat was so parched), but to grab Jounouchi's forearm. Jounouchi froze under his clutch.

"You can't leave. I won't let you," said Seto before he could stop himself.

Jounouchi's breath hitched. As he stared at Seto's face, his eyes darkened with something unspeakable. He licked his lips. "Okay, not leaving. Not tonight. Guess someone's gotta keep an eye on you and make sure things don't take a turn for the worse. But you gotta at least leggo of my arm. I'll take the couch outside."

Seto slid closer. "I want you—"

Jounouchi gasped. Seto could kiss him at that instant, but his head spun. He longed to drink his breath.

He wanted Jounouchi in every conceivable way. Wanted to feel his naked skin against his skin. Wanted to feel his weight pressing down on him as his cock pushed into Seto's hole. Wanted to shatter apart and then let Jounouchi piece him back together in the afterglow, warm and content.

He suspected Jounouchi might grant him such favors. If only he'd ask for them. But the words remained stubbornly lodged in his throat as sobriety started to creep in on the edges.

"I want you to stay with me," he whispered, holding Jounouchi's shell-shocked gaze.

Tonight and tomorrow. Maybe even for the rest of their lives. One day, Seto would give voice to the whole truth.

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[halfmoth-halfman]

we're starting to get into the spooky months now, so what better way to close out the summer vibes than with a fic rec list!!

unfortunately, the original of this post got messed up through my queue and it left me discouraged and not really with the energy to go all out like i usually do so i apologize if the reviews are a little lackluster this time around, but i did love and adore every single one of these fics 💜

if you wanna see more more of my fic recs and favs, i have em all on my recs blog, here!! please note the navi page is still under construction!!

and of course, if you have any fic recs of your own, feel free to send em my way here or on my sideblog - i love finding new fics and writers!! 💜

Javier Peña

birthday bash || a pile of cards - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ what else can i say? cute. adorable. perfect. made me feel like it was my birthday, because this was fic was such a gift. i don't know how jo is able to write the cutest and most fun relationship dynamics, but it makes my heart soar every time.

late night texts || iv. before the gold and glimmer | bonus scene: phone sex | v. you make me feel wild | vi. the place where i want to be | bonus scene: wicked games you play | vii. oh the sweetest thing - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ i will never not be in love with the way jo writes javi, and the absolute beauty of her writing. the way this relationship builds and feels so real with equals parts teasing and the shyness of the first time meeting someone you kinda sorta know always leaves me stunned.

John "Soap" MacTavish

run away to me || i. - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i'm warning y'all now, hal has spoiled me this month and a lot of the fics on this list are gonna be hers. but to start we're talking about this fantastic fic. blacksmith!soap was not something i knew i needed and i am foaming at the mouth to see where this goes.

soap comforting reader - @nrdmssgs

✧ coming from someone who's had very similar anxieties around meeting a significant other's family, this hit very close to home and was so. damn. sweet. i love this so much and soap being an absolute sweetheart here was just icing on the cake.

John Price

glitter and gold || snippet - @writeforfandoms

✧ i could talk about this fic for hours. not only have i read it about a hundred times, but this fic helped inspire me to start drawing again. one of my top favorite comfort fics, everything about it is perfect. dragon!price being so in love with his wife, princess!reader finding joy and love and freedom with her new husband, the little appearances from the rest of the 141. it's all just perfect.

cardigan || part 1. it starts in a bar - @as-is-above-so-below

✧ price x teacher!reader was a lovely idea that i have been waiting for with baited breath and it did not disappoint. esp this part:

“Believe me. I get it. My career makes it difficult to find time for much of anything.”

“Yeah, well, I have sixteen kids.”

i love sassy teacher!reader.

songs that sound like sea-foam || (ii) | (iii) - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ this fic destroyed me. i had to call my mom and talk to her about it because i loved it so much. idk how to describe it, this filled me with a beautiful sense of longing and nostalgia of the classic fairytales my parents used to read me before bed

all, most, some, none - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ mmkay just one second while i-

lions and ibexes - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i love husband!price, don't get me wrong, but i think farah was the real star of this fic. her characterization is wonderful, and the talk she and reader have is so sad (for lack of a better word) but also hopeful and real. i want to have a love the way hal writes it in her fics.

late night cookies - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ perfect dad!price fic right here. really hit me right in the unresolved daddy issues. good job.

where did you sleep last night - @captainfern

✧ i might just be a sucker for pet names like my love and darling, but this was so unbelievably sweet. reader missing price so much that they light one of his cigars just for the familiar smell of him?? i'm aldkasjl i love this so much.

glory to the reaper - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ the ability of hal to just present us with pure poetry like it's no big deal is just ugh chef's kiss. like all of this here:

How can life go on when such things are uttered to light? When they’re buried deep into your marrow like the dirt on top of a grave? 

How can the Reaper knock at your doorways when love exists in such quantity…in the fractures of his eyes? Only when his lips brush yours do you understand.

absolutely stunning.

ducky socks - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ dad!price strikes again by breaking my heart in the best possible way and gluing it back together with pure sweetness and a wholesome father-daughter relationship.

Keegan P. Russ

for the weak and weary - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i am of a simple mind. i see hal has written a keegan fic, i drop everything and read the keegan fic, i sob uncontrollably and struggle to read through my tears, i scroll back up to the top and read again.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

some nights are like that - @deadbranch

✧ insert ohmygod they were roommates meme here. i love gaz, i love friends to lovers, i love roommates to lovers, i love everything about this fic. it's cute, it's sweet, it made me giggle. 10/10 will read again.

cult of vagabonds || chapter six: storm-flying petrels - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i crave this series like something else let me tell you, and each chapter completely delivers. reader is somehow so frustrating and so relatable at the same time, no regard for her own life but also...same.

to be in love - @lethalchiralium

✧ am i biased because i requested this? yes. but also because this is cute and wholesome and perfect and the idea of gaz buying flowers for his crush makes me smile like an idiot and keri did a perfect job with this.

paper rings - @lethalchiralium

✧ this is me staring at keri after she's written one of the most perfect gaz prompts i've ever read and giving me the cutest, sweetest, most wholesome treat.

get behind me - @writeforfandoms

✧ i love fall fair stuff. corn mazes, haunted houses, bobbing for apples, all of it. and it's even better with the addition of gaz. soap being a little shit had me laughing, but gaz being such a sweetheart (and a little bit of a tease) just had my smiling and giggling to myself.

there’s no need to panic, i’m right here now, aren’t i? you’re safe - @writeforfandoms

✧ gaz is the best boi and even more so when jen writes him. i love the way she portrays him being so soft and comforting, but also not afraid to take care of problems for his significant other. and, as someone who's had loud neighbors, i wish i had gaz there to take care of them for me too 😭

Miguel O'Hara

glass houses - @lethal-chiralium

✧ actual picture of me pretending to be okay after reading this and having my heart shATTERED INTO A MILLION PIECES HOW DARE YOU KERI

welcome to new york || 3 | 4 - @writeforfandoms

✧ i consume these chapters as if they're a decadent slice of cake made just for me and they're so fucking delicious every time. i love lyla and jess in this fic (i love everyone in this fic tbh, but i gotta support the girlies) and this part right here:

(Note to self: bring a sweater.)

literally me. i love this so much and can't wait see where it goes.

hammock by the sea - @wyvernest

✧ the way this fic made me want to enjoy a sunny july afternoon on my honeymoon with miguel in a hammock soooo bad. idk if feel-good can be used to describe a fic, but that's how i feel about this one. it's a feel-good fic, makes me soft and happy and wistful.

spider-girl!reader|| you haven't kissed me all day | jealous miguel | saying i love you for the first time - @luveline

✧ luveline never misses with the miguel fics. every single one is A+ 10/10 chef's kiss. the domesticity while also keeping miguel his grumpy self is just lakdjaksl i'm so weak for luveline's fics and her portrayal of miguel.

Multi

dead disco || chapter 6 - @peachesofteal

✧ i really gotta read this series in small doses, because the way it makes my heart ache cannot be healthy. i just want everything to work out, for them to be happy but goddamn does peach want me to suffer (and i happily thank her for it)

how do they cuddle - @homicidal-slvt

✧ this has any and everyone in it, but more importantly it has my boys, gaz and roach and that's all that matters to me. gaz being the type to do a little kiss attack is so cute and something i can see him doing and roach tracing little shapes and letters i'm screaming. also graves being an absolute menace, you're so right for that.

Nikto

ravishing allure || prologue | cake for a dead man (i) -@halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ do i know who nikto is? not in the slightest. did that stop me from dropping everything to read this series? not in the slightest. will i ever be normal about one of hal's amazing fics? not in the slightest :)

Phillip Graves

close your eyes for me, love - @writeforfandoms

✧ protective graves just does something for me. like, of course, he's a little shit and all that, but, as we've seen in canon, that man is loyal to a fault so it makes sense that loyalty would extend to his significant other. and also the way jen writes him just makes me blush and giggle so that's a plus 🤭

Rodolfo Parra

pressing their foreheads together - @writeforfandoms

✧ i read Warnings: soft domestic fluff and kissing. and knew this fic was gonna be made for me. and i was right. this fic made me sigh longingly. i am so astronomically weak for the way jen writes this man and the way she writes soft domesticity.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

the safe house has seen better days - @ghostaholics

✧ how does it feel to have such a perfect understanding of a character and then create such a gorgeous fic on top of that??

Always staying awake, always assigning himself to the graveyard shift for watch while everyone else squeezes in a few hours of rest before the sun comes up.

i am in awe of ms. ghostaholics and her beautiful ability to turn characterization into pure poetry.

hired as a live-in house cleaner - @ceilidho

✧ i👏🏼love👏🏼this👏🏼fic👏🏼 this turned me into a big ol' soft pile of hearts and mush ugghh just the perfect amount of fluff. very cute but subtle too and y'know i think that fits ghost pretty well.

the team is invited to a wedding - @rileyslibrary

✧ one thing about me: i love a wedding. and this fic right here? absolutely delivered. it's got everything: ghost, gaz cameo, a wedding, macarons. not to mention the A+ banter between ghost and reader, i love them and this fic so much.

happiness || white carnations - @lethal-chiralium

✧ happiness hurts in a way that leaves me somehow longing for more and i can't describe it any other way. i think keri is determined to figure out how many different ways she can break my heart with angst and fluff and i couldn't be more thankful.

circles and squares - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ i know i gushed about this fic already, but i'm gonna do it again. the best way to describe my feelings about this is that i would dedicate an entire section of my bookshelf just for jo's writing. the way she perfectly balances the differences between ghost and simon. the way he's stern and struggles, but doesn't lose his snark. the way he and reader support each other while still respecting each other and they're need for space. i'm so weak for this fic.

on the edge of the universe - @kil-g

✧ it's the world-building for me. it's the captivating atmosphere for me. there's just something so beautifully haunting here, and i am desperately clinging to every little piece of it. like i'm already feral for everything isa writes, and this is another excellent addition to the collection.

civ!reader kills someone out of self defense for the first time - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ had me hooked from the opening line and man was i on edge the rest of the time. i was panicking right there alongside reader, and the portrayal of her confusion and fear and anxiety was so well done. and ghost coming in to comfort her?? i was crying. so unbelievably good.

badly wrapped secrets - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ i just-

"Thank you, for all of this.

He nods—short, and full of understanding, as well as signalling: you’re welcome."

i love them so much 😭

blood was its avatar - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i was fighting for my life trying to read this without blushing like a sinner in church and ended up looking something like this-

and i damn near cackled like a witch at that ending LMAO

the roommate series || lover boy - @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

✧ i knew nothing about this series going on and when i tell you i read through it with a swiftness. my skin is clear, my knees are weak, my livestock is fed. this fic (this whole series tbh) has reached in and wrapped around my heart in the best possible way.

illicit indulgences || the ghost of you - @floralpascal

✧ i am screaming. this is so...i don't know the right word. beautiful? stunning? gorgeous? all of the above? the captivating description of loneliness, the way ella manages to capture the stubbornness of ghost missing someone but refusing to admit to himself that he does. they're so perfect and in love and i'm just alskdaj

can you imagine someone threatening you - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ you ever hear that phrase, so nice you reblog it twice? well i have, cause that's exactly what i did with this fic. it's the least i could do for the pure artistry of this fic. i love reader here, being so confident and capable and ghost being completely infatuated by her ability and so ready to kill anyone who disrespects her.

Valeria Garza

10 years too late on that, love - @writeforfandoms

✧ hello???? this was incredible???? i am??? slightly intimidated???? and in love??? with both valeria because she's mommy and with jen because she's such a wonderful writer and i am in awe of her talent.

[yingren]

i've been a little more busy lately but i've got my queue building for monday through wednesday when i'll be out of town and bound to mobile. after that, i'll be back to normal activity. as always, you can reach me faster on dscord if need be.

i updated my rules a little bit, nothing major, but these are the changes:

i've realized that vague posting makes me really uncomfortable. even if i don't take it to heart or assume that it is about me, i personally feel like there is no need to vague post when you surely have DMs you can go to if there is someone on your dash that you want to complain about. i am going to start curating my space better and mute ooc tags if i see too much of that. this is not at anyone in particular, i want to state that or this whole thing looks like it's just me being a hypocrite.

also when it comes to writing, mainly inbox prompts, i am not one to keep track of how many you send me or how often you do it. i love to see y'all in my inbox and this is not me complaining about people sending me things. however, one thing i do notice is when i'm being sent STARTER prompts consistently and they never turn into a thread or anything else. i'm not saying every single thing in my inbox needs to be responded to. it can just be a funny little thing, right? but if the only way we interact is by you sending prompts to my inbox and eventually i have written you six different starters and we never actually write together then i'm going to take that as a hint that there is no desire for actual interactions and just softblock. i LOVE to write for people that give me something to work with, trust me, it's one of my favorite things to do. i even encourage you to send me more inbox stuff! it's just when i've written so many things and it never turns into any "real" interaction, i tend to feel my motivation take a hit.

i don't know that i've worded this very well but i hope my point got across. i'm in no way telling people to stop sending me inbox stuff. i don't want to sound ungrateful for the people that take their time sending me things. having just one thread with me outside of all the prompts you want to send me is more than okay! i really just don't feel too motivated to keep writing starters for those who never want to actually write with me, if that makes sense? i certainly don't respond to every prompt i send, i do not expect you to do the same but there's definitely a limit on how many starters i can write for you if we have nothing else going. so that's where i'm at and yeah, i just hope this makes sense.

[a-iya]

Hiiii ( ﾉ^ω^)ﾉ

Firstly, AHHHHHHHH I'm so glad you're watching Bungou Stray Dogs and you're enjoying it!!!

Secondly, I'm very curious about your favorite characters and ships from BSD 🧐

omg hiiii!! thank you for popping by the inbox 🥺

i was actually *just* looking thru my bsd tag (cause i wanted to see what i'd reblogged before without having watched it yet) and i saw that i reblogged a skk art from you in april of last year and tagged "i seriously should start this soon." lo and behold, it took a good 9 months before i actually did... (it's like haikyuu all over again with the horrible turnaround time) 😩 but better late than never!

i think i put off on starting it because my sister and one of my other friends told me they tried it and couldn't get into it. but once i started i was immediately in love!! i knew dazai was gonna be like gojo where like the handsome slightly older mentor guy kinda steals the show (i remember when i first started seeing bsd around the internet, the only memorable character was dazai. like i didn't even know who atsushi was) but yeah the dynamic between kunikida and dazai even in the first episode was sooo funny i was so confused as to how my sister and my friend dropped it?? i could've been hyperfixating and scouring the web for bsd content this whole time if i'd started earlier bruh i'm so mad

i'm trying not to overwhelm the dash with all my bsd posting but my queue has been 200+ posts since finishing the show a few weeks ago and over half of it is bsd. i thought i'd get through it faster actually since each season only has around 12 eps and there's only one movie, but i'm glad i took the time to savor all of it because it's *chef's kiss*

sorry i hate to be that recipe page that goes into a full backstory before getting into the actual recipe BUT this is indeed a loaded question. so hard because i love a lot of the characters but of course some more than others. will try to be brief with explanations but no promises lol

characters

absolutely love

ranpo: he is a talented, smart boy and he knows it!! his unapologetic-ness about who he is is so lovable. i can't believe this guy is also levi from aot 💀 there's definitely a resemblance with takeda-sensei though. but anyway, character design is top tier, his personality might be considered annoying to some but i enjoy how unconventional he is and he absolutely deserves all the respect and love he gets!!

chuuya: he's so cool when you first get introduced to him and the chemistry with dazai is insane. the back track they play for corruption is uNmatCHED. truly enhances his vibe 10x (he is so cool ahhh 😭). i might also be biased because he has the same va as jean from aot who i'm also in love with so there's that but he's such a fiery character and he stands out. i enjoy his character so much i can't really explain it

sigma: i kept seeing this name before i got to know him in S5 and i always thought he was going to be a major villain but he's actually so relatable??? like the anxiety, the lack of direction/purpose he feels in life, the desire to have something to protect, the wanting to belong somewhere. confused 90% of the time. this man just needs a hug, some direction, and a real friend. i love his color palette, the half-white, half-lavender is so pretty (they're some of my fav colors so)

really like

kunikida: a good man. gives me nanami vibes. a single mom who works two jobs and probably one of the only reasons the ADA can stay in business lmao. well-deserved second-in-command position. high standards for everyone and for himself which i appreciate. does what's right even when the world is working against him. where are the guys like him irl 😭

dazai: the most unserious man on the planet but somehow has one of the most op abilities. gojo energy for sure. but the person he became after odasaku is so admirable. i love how even though he is mostly a clown, he still plays his part (which happens to be huge in the org) and takes being a good person seriously

yosano: a badass, but not uncaring at all. she's seen some horrible shit, but i love how she was able to work through all the trauma that she endured (when she was literally!! a preteen!!) and still came out the other side a wonderful human being. i'm glad she had the ADA and all the support they gave to help her heal properly. the butterflies are such a beautiful motif for her. she deserves the world honestly

kenji: my son. he is so cute and wholesome. he is a simple boy with a simple way of life and it's so funny to me that the ADA is like a side gig for him. my favorite country bumpkin <3

fukuzawa: father to everyone in the agency basically. i think his integrity, strength in his beliefs, and ability to uphold his ideals makes people naturally gravitate toward him, and thus what makes him an optimal leader. i loved his backstory and the introspection he did to realize he needed to change. and how taking in ranpo was the catalyst for a very symbiotic and lovely relationship. he is caring and despite having seen/done many horrible things, he never lets go of his humanity, but instead wants to protect others because of it. i appreciate that

edgar allan poe: just a fanboy at heart. it's so funny to me how he has all these resources and is actually so powerful because of his ability, his connections, and his smarts, but at the end of the day, he mostly just wants to hang out with karl and ranpo 😭 the social anxiety is also relatable (getting scared at his own phone ringing cause "no one ever calls me" is such a mood) LMAO

hirotsu: a man of few words but large presence. i think he's the type of guy who does bad things but deep down is a good person. and he's loyal to the org but mostly to those he grows to care about. i also like his voice a lot!! could literally lull me to sleep, it's very relaxing

mori: i don't love his ability/whatever the situation is with the little girl elise, and i also don't condone a lot of the things we learned about his past (and ESP his abuse of yosano) BUT. i think he's a very interesting character and definitely a charismatic and effective leader. he's smart and thinks about things carefully. ultimately, his understanding and beliefs about what a leader is is what gets him the respect of all those in the port mafia and i respect that too. i also enjoy how he's voiced!! i think his va does a great job of portraying his calm demeanor/calculating nature. he understands proper bedside manner i suppose

like but only in dynamic with others

kyoka (with atsushi): the cutest!! but i feel like other than like her initiation where she does show some personality (and violent tendencies lmao), after she officially joins the agency, she's mostly just atsushi's sidekick who may or may not have a crush on him. but i love how much they care for each other. i feel like it's neither romantic nor platonic, but like both? but also neither. a secret third thing LMAO

bram (with the lil girl aya): i recognized nanami's va immediately!! and the situation he was in when we first meet him is tragic but also sooo funny 😭 i'm pretty sure one of the first bsd things i reblogged was of him and this scene lmao. i don't feel any sort of way about him, but when i saw how he interacted with the little girl 🥺 ahhh

fyodor (with dazai): he's what i would deem a psychopath, and probably what dazai could've been if he continued doing bad stuff. but i also feel like he's a lot more sinister and ruthless than dazai, so when they're having conversations in their shared jail cell it's so funny because they talk so casually about really messed up things, but also kinda creepy because of how deep they can get into each other's minds (because their brains are cut from the same cloth)

atsushi/akutagawa: individually, i am okay with both of them but i'm not in love with them or anything. put together, i still don't see dazai's vision of them being the "new twin dark" but it is pretty cool to see when they do cooperate with one another (on the very rare occasion lol). although i feel like it's mostly akutagawa that's unwillling. idk if it's just the animation style but their character designs look kinda similar?? in terms of build and face at least. the symmetry and the red/black and blue/white contrast in the show does scratch an itch for me though. it's so satisfying to see them fight together

jono/tecchou: at first i didn't understand these two,,.,. and i wasn't a fan of jono cause he was weirdly sadistic?? which sucked cause i normally love the characters his va plays. but yeah i couldn't get a read on this guy and he was also oddly sinister and unlikable imo. and tecchou is just a himbo. like REALLY stupid (which is kinda funny, but also like damn if this man was left stranded on an island by himself or something he would die within a day. zero common sense or survival instinct [unless it comes to fighting of course]). after tecchou's confession about jono though, and him conceding to kenji, and ALSO jono defying his superior to do the right thing (was not expecting that given his personality.,,.), i warmed up to both of them a little bit more. seems like they do care about each other after all (despite jono's outward distaste towards tecchou lmao)

in terms of ships!! other than chuuya and dazai (there is simply no heterosexual explanation for their relationship. i was watching dead apple and my sister happened to be hanging around so she caught the part where chuuya comes back to punch dazai in the face to save him and she was just floored at how gay that whole thing was), i don't ship anyone super hardcore. one thing i love is that all the characters have really good dynamics with each other, and i really enjoy the playful nature that the ADA has within themselves but also with others outside the organization (except kunikida and fukuzawa, of course, who are pretty serious. but they have all my respect for being the parents that hold down the fort)

ships/dynamics

chuuya/dazai: see above. when we first meet chuuya, the two of them already give off such divorced energy i just. love them (as does everyone else lmao). their fighting chemistry is unmatched because they know each other like the back of their own hands. it drives me insane

kunikida/dazai: very obvious they have a typical bickering kind of dynamic but after seeing how well they work together despite their very different personalities, 1) so much respect to kunikida for putting up with dazai's bullshit on the daily and 2) i don't really see them as being personal friends per se, but their relationship is a lot deeper than that of just coworkers. seeing the respect they have for each other and them being able to recognize each other's strengths and weaknesses and predict their actions in high pressure situations is so uGHSDLKJE

fyodor/dazai: they match each other's freak in the worst ways. like it's scary but also fascinating at the same time. the fact that their character designs are also really similar just makes for a very entertaining watch. when sigma was like "oh god am i the only normal one in this room" i laughed sooo hard. cause he really was the only one there who wasn't insane 😭 fyodor/dazai's va's are also doma (upper 2) and akaza (upper 3) in demon slayer so it's just crazy to hear their dialogue but in such a different context

ranpo/fukuzawa: fukuzawa is ranpo's father i don't care what anyone else says. their backstory episodes were some of the first i went back to rewatch because i loved their dynamic and the ADA origin story so much. they really did have what the other person needed and it was so satisfying to see fukuzawa gain perspective and meaning in his life again (thru being ranpo's guardian figure), and to see ranpo receive some guidance and care through someone who cares about him after his own parents were no longer in the picture. they have such a great personal relationship but also work really well together and it's just so wholesome

ranpo/yosano: THEY!! i know the entire ADA is basically found family for everyone but in my mind, ranpo and yosano are the special son/daughter duo that fukuzawa specifically adopted/raised essentially. both of their backstories about how they were recruited into the ADA are so touching, esp his involvement in hers. i always saw ranpo as autistic (which explains his lack of tact sometimes) but despite that, he treated yosano with such care when they were trying to get her to join like. it was so moving i almost cried when i watched the first time. when i rewatched again i cried fr. to be clear i don't ship them romantically, i think they're closer to siblings tbh but either way they are so special to me and deserve all the love in the world

ranpo/poe: i really love how we very quickly find out that poe is not some evil enemy mastermind but just a major ranpo fanboy. and then they become besties and go on adventures and engage in shenanigans together

atsushi/akutagawa: like i mentioned earlier, this duo came out of left field for me personally. like i had no idea they would later be forced to work together when i initially started watching. tbh i still don't completely see the chemistry but i get whiffs of it here and there and i'm like okay... i can kind of picture dazai's vision-ish... but i think i still need some convincing. the visuals for both of them in the show, however, are spectacular. symmetry, color(/palette) contrast are >>>>

kenji/tecchou: they are literally the "wanna be friends?" "okay" dynamic come to life. they're both such simple human beings like. pure of heart, dumb of ass. it's so unexpected but it totally works

jono/tecchou: see above. i feel like on jono's side, their relationship dynamic is a reluctant kind of companionship lmao. maybe akin to that of siblings? whereas for tecchou, i think he just likes jono mostly because they are the only ones in their group that are equals (tachihara too i guess kinda but he's away most of the time so they don't work together a lot), he needs jono's guidance (because he is dumb), and he doesn't mind jono's company. he's a bit like a puppy in that regard. that's just my take on it at least

bram/lil girl: they were so cute together. i love how soft he is with her and how protective of her he becomes as the plot progresses. and i love how she doesn't see him as any different from anyone else (despite him being literally half a body connected to a sword) and how from him, she gets the validation that she so desperately seeks. they are so <3

yosano/tachihara: they didn't really get much interaction other than the confrontation part about her being the one who "killed" her brother but like... surely he thought about it some more right? like she was literally 11 and held there against her will. no different than the brother himself. and her mental state was deteriorating just as bad as the actual soldiers on the battlefield. it makes me so mad that tachihara blames it on her entirely. not necessarily a dynamic i enjoyed but i would've liked to see more of them after that whole arc. especially since he ended up sparing her anyway (though i don't think she deserved death and i don't think he gets to decide whether or not to punish her with death for what happened to his brother??). i think yosano deserves an apology if anything. or at least a chance to hash things out with tachihara. maybe they could've been friends idk

as always, i welcome your thoughts and commentary but understand that essays require quite a bit of mental energy to process so. definitely feel free to add your fav characters and ships!! i know skk and sskk and ranpoe are some of your go-to's since i've seen your reblogs about them, but i'm curious to know if there are any more characters/dynamics you enjoy that aren't brought up as much in fandom!

i'm very glad i started the show. even if not as much or as often as other fandoms on my dash, seeing bsd consistently definitely piqued/maintained my interest in watching and i knew i'd be in for a good time once i stepped in so thank YOU for that!! and thanks for the ask <3

[moni-logues]

These are my recent fic posts (latest first). Any fics reposted from the old blog will be listed in italics. This will also function as my masterlist for the time being. All x reader unless otherwise specified.

Coming Clean: Namjoon, pwp/established something, 3.2k

Namjoon accidentally sends a text intended for you to your roommate.

A Simple Favour: Changbin, friends-to-lovers, fake dating, 21.5k

Your temper got the better of you and you lied to your sister. Rather than coming clean, you get your best friend playing pretend, too.

What the Cat Dragged In: Lee Know, strangers-to-lovers, 5x1, 13.5k

You followed Minho home because you had nowhere else to go. Then you kept following… all the way into his heart, but not his bed. aka five times you and Minho don’t fuck and one time you do.

Like That: Wooyoung, best friends with benefits-to-lovers, 19.8k

When you had to return home to care for your terminally-ill arsehole of a father, your lifelong best friend was there for you. He wanted more and, when all the dust had settled, you realised you did, too, but were you already too late?

Empty Box: Namjoon, friends-to-lovers?-to-exes?-to-?, 20.7k

No matter what you do, no matter what he does, you can’t not love Namjoon. His girlfriend can’t stop it, his baby, a thousand miles between you, your fiancé. Nothing makes it any less painful. Nothing makes it go away and nothing can give you the happily ever after you both want.

Ask | AO3 | Fic recs

Reblog rule I reblog (the first instance of) every fic that comes across my dash with the tag 'rr'. So if you're looking for fics, feel free to search the tag! Some of the fics I have read (and they will also be visible under the 'moni fic recs' tag or the link above); some of them I will never get around to reading but I nevertheless want to share them around and I would encourage you all to do the same! [note that I do use my queue so some of the 'rr'-tagged fics may be reblogged days or possibly weeks after they were first posted. I consider this a feature not a bug as it helps prolong the lifespan of a post]

[gwydionmisha]

Personal: Clothes Washer Update

The honest contractor turned up! On a Sunday! (It was a time too early for me to be up, but too late to get back to sleep. This is not a complaint, as honestly, getting the aggregate out this time was a herculean task, but this + being ill is not great for my brain. I apologies for any posting errors, etc.).

So the leak is far worse than thought. It is coming from inside the washing machine. He has turned the water off to stop further leaking, which it has been doing slowly even when not in use. He has advised us to get a new washer, as fixing it via a good repairmen is close to the cost of a new clothes washer. Fuck!

On the upside, it's the cold water leaking, so theoretically, I can wash in hot. Cautiously. I wash exclusively in cold normally, both for environmental reasons and because it's better for my clothes (which are all dark colours). I should do it as little as I can get away with. This means amoung other things leaving the soiled pads on the sofa as long as I can manage it, despite the smell. I've been moving them to do things like eat and do lungs, then putting them back. This led to Tavy sneaking in during lunch under a guise of wanting a pet to successfully soil the back side of a pad. And my arm. Ugh. At least he still deposits solids in the boxes.

On the upside, it's 2025 (A sentence I'd never thought I'd be writing). It is five years between applications for the city to fix things around the apartment exactly. A few months earlier and we'd have to replace it ourselves as with the fridge and stove. If it were next year, I couldn't risk and as as HOA requires us to buy a new water heater every 10 years and I need that to come up the same year as a city fix it application can be filed.

Assuming the funding has not been cut, I can theoretically go down to City Hall for an application Tuesday and get started on it. Which puts me into a queue once I turn it in, as this is not an emergency. I have a list of other things needing doing anyway, though they are smaller. The dishwasher breaks every year and is not in great shape, a bunch off smaller things like a replacement silverware drawer, interior door knobs, etc.. (My brain tends to switch dish and clothes washer. I'm really hoping I haven't done this in my post as I did yesterday. My brain is full of goo).

This is a Process, though, and not guaranteed. Stand by for more news, I guess. Let's hope I'm well enough for paperwork this week.