#six selfie challenge

[books-in-a-storm]

JOMP November 2023 BPC: Day 19 Book Balancing

[zombyvamp]

6 images from 2022! do we still tag people to do this? well i'm gonna :P

post 6 of your favorite pics from 2022 :)

@ipadkiddie @hipsterbloodritual @rocketgrandema @56nrdz @brightredblood @coolandspicy

[gothamundernightlight]

Random Shit the Waynes Do on Social Media

Dick:

- The white whale of D1 and Olympic gymnastics athletes; always stitches their stunts and challenges, executing them perfectly, but no one knows who he is or who trained him

- Shares pictures of random children, and the whole internet becomes a detective trying to figure out if Bruce Wayne adopted another kid or if his gymnastics students won another trophy

- Photo montages of Haley being the cutest, which slowly transitions into Haley in whatever cute hat the internet can send to Dick’s PO Box

- Random video of him skydiving while giving tips on what to do if your chute doesn’t deploy. He never deploys his chute doing the video and no one can tell if it’s a bit or not.

Jason:

- AI Voiceover text posts providing surprisingly insightful analysis into classic literature

- A full six part rant on the Broadway adaptation of “The Great Gatsy”

- Random selfies complete with wildly made up backstories of any and every new injury he has

- Prank war on Damian specifically (this was intended for Talia but his finger slipped and now the whole internet loves it)

Tim:

- Randomly goes live to do study/work/research with me sessions complete with an actually decent Lofi soundtrack that no one can find (He totally mixes it himself but won’t admit it)

- Did ONE social media vlog for WE’s marketing division and it went so viral he gets forced to do more. The dead eyed stare he gives the camera with every stupid dance the intern teaches him makes the video top-tier

- Cute couples videos with Bernard

- Skateboard tricks (and fails)

- Screenshots of text conversations between him and his siblings discussing the most random shit??

Cass:

- Dance routines/pre-show/GRWM videos

- Shakily filmed videos of her kicking Dick’s ass and everyone just calls her a baddie in the comments. She doesn’t know what that means but she appreciates the love.

- Her and Steph’s late night food runs with the two of them just belting out to a song in a dark parking lot

Steph:

- Posts riddles and puzzles and how to solve them. She’s really good at it. Riddler hates her.

- Apartment tour of all the purple shit she owns. She’ll never admit that the room she’s showing off is her Wayne Manor bedroom, so everyone believes she just has a moderately sized loft apartment somewhere and she just never shows the kitchenette

- Her and Cass’s late night food runs with the two of them just belting out to a song in a dark parking lot

- POV shots of her going up to the boys asking them random questions. Dick matches her energy. Jason tells her to fuck off. Tim is barely conscious. Damian always has an overly rational answer to take the fun out of it. Duke just stares blankly at her (he always comes back later with a proper answer now that he’s had time to think about it). Bruce just stares blankly at her

Damian:

- Art reveals that never get many views but he’s still proud of nonetheless. Dick always comments on them to hype him up

- Accidentally recreates a popular vine that went viral and it’s just him insulting fellow GA kids under his breath but one of them says hi to him and he’s instantly polite back. His most popular video

- The multi-part experiment of him trying to Pavlov Tim, and when it actually works, Tim just chases Damian around the manor. The video cuts to black frames after Tim takes a flying launch at him

- All the pet videos. There are so many. People try to cancel him for exploiting them, but Damian clearly demonstrates that he would never force his animals to participate for views and how they will just leave if they don’t want to do something. Batcow is in the background just two-stepping unprompted

Duke:

- Every morning without fail, he posts a daily sunrise pic of Gotham, with a positive affirmation caption. One day he’s sick and he wakes up to a thousand messages of people panicking because their favorite poster has disappeared. He never misses a sunrise again

- Passionate rants about local government. Will not shut up about it. He might be an anarchist, but he’s forever remain optimistic that one day the systems that define society will one day actually work for all people. Bruce has every single one saved so he can implement Duke’s ideas into reality

- Boxing videos of him training with Luke. It’s never meant to be a thirst trap…but sometimes it is

- Dumb selfies. Duke unironically loves taking them, no matter what face he pulls, what filter he uses, not even caring where he is. This gets him in trouble the one time he posts one of him leaning off the edge of a high rise roof

Babs:

- Constant lectures on cybersecurity and internet safety. She teaches this at the library as a volunteer but feels she can reach a lot of people by building a platform

- Computer build stuff. Brands reach out to her for her reviews and she thoroughly discusses each product in length

- Rarely posts about her disability, but absolutely tears people to shreds when they make ableist comments about her. The only time she brings it up first is when City Hall takes over a month to fix their elevator and she calls them out on it

Harper:

- Electronics repairs. She constantly takes things apart to teach people how to fix it, and this can range from toys to cars. On more than one occasion , her video has been interrupted by someone who planned to be using the vehicle she’s just taken apart

- 2 AM hair dye/maintenance sessions. She constantly gets comments from men being like “Therapy works too, y’know” or “No, you’re so beautiful? Why would you do that to yourself.” She responds to the comments with a video of a gun pointed at the camera with the sole caption being “Fuck Off.”

- Gym videos. She and Dick work out together and he’s the ultimate hype man

- Outfit montages of her getting ready for a random gala and she’s always pulling off the most masc-looking suits that look gorgeous on her

Helena:

- Target practice. She does all kinds of trick shots and crazy crossbow stunts in a wide variety of outfits. Her most popular video is of her in a corset and platform heels.

- Her and Steph bonding over all things purple

- Outfit of the Day posts. The girl has expensive tastes and she absolutely shows it off.

Bruce:

- Occasionally does promo stuff for WE (because Tim refuses to do all of it, and their social media intern won’t back down)

- Shares absolutely wild stories from his college years that somehow always get proven to be true even when the whole comments section is just like “this seems false???”

- Kid tour. He saw one mom do it and felt sad bc he’s never get the kids to agree, but somehow they all did (Alfred bribed them.)

- Shares everything from each one of the charities he’s involved with. Has reposted every single one of their posts on his own personal channel. It raises them hundreds of followers each time.

- One of the kids posted a video montage of Bruce being Brucie and it’s so utterly humiliating? But he won’t delete it because all of the comments say he’s their favorite billionaire and that’s more than his own kids will say.

- Random Pride Month post. Every year it catches people by surprise and every gossip magazine always wonders if Bruce is coming out. He’s just being an ally (and potentially is in denial).

Alfred:

- Prefers not to use social media, but one of the boys filmed him doing random things to teach the internet how to do things properly, like making the bed, doing laundry, etc. Is the internet’s favorite grandpa.

[dreaming-medium]

Stray Kids Kinktober Day 2

Stray Kids Kinktober Masterlist

Titfucking - Hyunjin

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Hyunjin was always staring— he wasn’t as conspicuous as he originally thought. It’s time to take matters into your own hands.

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It was about six months into your relationship when you clocked Hyunjin’s slight obsession with your chest. 

Well, slight is putting it gently. 

In the beginning you chocked it up to him just being a man with wandering eyes and a libido to challenge that of a Roman emperor. After all, it’s not uncommon for one to stare, especially when you wear a lower collared shirt. 

Then, the first time the two of you went to the club together as a couple, he could not keep his hands to himself the entire time. Even surrounded by all of your friends, when he danced behind you, his thumb would ‘accidentally’ brush the underside of your tits. 

Most mornings when one of you stays over at the other’s apartment, you’ll wake up with his arms around you. His hips will be pressed against your ass and one hand up your shirt, cupping your naked breast. 

His morning wood would harden the more he woke up and he would continuously fondle you even more until he eventually straddles you and fucks you like your life depends on it.

You catch Hyunjin staring all the time. 

It doesn’t bother you, no, not in the slightest. In fact, quite the opposite. You absolutely love the extra attention he gives your chest. 

As someone who’s had extreme sensitivity there for your entire life, it feels like you’ve hit the jackpot. Well, both of you did. 

If the two of you are spooning on the couch watching a movie, all it takes is one lithe hand slithering underneath your shirt and you’re suddenly the horniest you’ve ever been. 

And the bastard knows it, too. It’s a win-win situation for the both of you. Especially when you get to be on top. You get to ride Hwang Hyunjin and he gets to watch your tits bounce before his very eyes like a private show. 

Still, even after all this time, he will not admit to your face how much he gets off thinking about your tits and your tits alone. 

But, that was all going to change tonight if everything was going to follow your plan.

With a new comeback just a month away, the poor thing has been stressed out of his mind. Every morning, Hyunjin wakes up before you and goes to bed after you. 

Lately, you’ve taken to sleeping and basically living out of his apartment just so he can hold you at night.  

There’s a few texts throughout the day; he’ll send you selfies of his stage outfits, videos of choreography, voice notes of random stories about the boys. But you’d be lying if you said your thoughts were less than pure when consuming whatever he gives you. 

In one video, he was showing you the new choreo to a song and the only thing you were able to focus on was the movement of his hips. How is he able to do that so fluidly?

That was your final straw. 

It was Friday night, he didn’t have to be at the studio until early afternoon tomorrow. And you planned on using that to your advantage. 

Hyunjin was going to walk through that door any minute now, and he had no idea what’s waiting for him. 

It’s close to midnight when the apartment door opens.

“Hyunjin!” You call out from the bedroom, “Is that you?”

“Yeah,” he calls back to you. He kicks his shoes off by the door and throws his keys into the bowl on the table. “You will not believe the day I had.”

“Oh, yeah?” you answer. “Would you mind helping me with something? You can tell me all about your day while you do so.”

You cannot help the sing-songy mischievous timbre to your voice. It seems to go right over his head since he continues talking. 

“Minho drilled us on choreography all day,” he whines. “Some of the others didn’t get the foot work right away so we kept doing it over and over again.”

His voice gets louder the closer he walks to the bedroom.

“Towards the end of it I just wanted to—“

Hyunjin immediately stops talking, a gasp catching in his throat. 

There you stood in front of the full length mirror in one of the skimpiest bikinis he’s ever seen in his entire life. The fabric barely covered your most intimate areas, straps wound around your entire body. 

A metal heart sat right underneath the valley of your breasts. 

Every thought Hyunjin has ever had in his entire life has flown out the window. Gone with the wind.

“Do you like it?” you ask innocently, not turning to look at him fully. You’re playing a game with him and he doesn’t even know it. “The girls and I have that weekend spa trip coming up and I wanted to get some new suits. I tied a knot in the back and I can’t get it undone.”

Hyunjin stands in the door, his mouth opening and closing over and over again. 

“Hyunjinnie?” a barely contained smirk graces your lips and you turn to look at him. Batting your eyelashes innocently, you twist your body around for him to see everything. 

“It’s—“ his voice is hoarse when it comes out, so he clears his throat. “It looks gorgeous on you, Y/N. But, ah… are you sure you want to wear that to the spa? What if you get tan lines, you don’t want that, right? All those… strappy tan lines.”

You giggle at his rambling. 

“I was thinking the same thing, baby. But, I still need help getting it off.”

Hyunjin clenches his jaw and walks over to you, his feet padding on the carpeted floor. 

Instead of turning around when he gets close to you, you wrap your arms around his neck. Like second nature, he rests his own around your waist. 

His bare hands on your skin feel so warm and soft, you shudder at the touch.

Standing up on your tiptoes, you press your barely clothed chest against his. His grip on your waist tightens. 

“I’m so sorry you had such a rough day, Jinnie,” you murmur to him. Hyunjin stares down at you, a pink blush slowly dusting his cheeks. 

You lean forward and press an extremely gentle kiss to his soft lips. His hands spread out on the sides of your rib cage and hold you closer to him. 

It’s just a peck of your lips against his, so when you pull back, he chases after you. 

You don’t let him continue, you turn around in his grasp and lift your hair off your shoulders. 

“Do you mind?” you say, looking back over your shoulder at him. His eyes narrow for a split second before he looks down at the knot in the back of the bathing suit. 

You made sure to tie it on the looser side for this very purpose. 

Dexterous fingers grab at the strap and he works quickly to try and unknot it. Within seconds the top loosens around your chest. 

His fingers slide down the curve of your back gracefully, mapping each inch of skin. The featherlight touch has you shivering. 

Hyunjin exhales shakily through his mouth and the hotness of his breath fans over your exposed skin. 

Slowly, his fingers come around to grab your waist again. But, you reach down and grab both of his wrists tightly. You pull at his wrists a bit so he steps closer to your body. 

As soon as his front is flush with your back, you can feel just how much he loves the bathing suit you’re wearing. 

Inch by inch, you bring his hands up your skin. Over your ribs and up to your chest. 

Hyunjin gasps quietly behind you and you can practically feel his cock jump in his pants. Another shaky breath leaves his lips.

Immediately, his hands slid under the flimsy fabric that was loose and ready to come off. The softest groan comes out of the back of his throat as soon as he cups both of your tits.

After a few seconds, you release his wrists and reach your arms back to wrap around the back of his neck.

Your head tilts back to rest against his collarbone, whines quietly falling from your lips.

Hyunjin’s fingers pinch your perky, hard nipples and you roll your hips backwards into his painfully hard erection.

“Fuck.” he hisses and pinches even harder. 

Dipping down to your neck, Hyunjin latches his mouth onto the soft skin and licks wherever he is able to reach.

“Jinnie,” you mewl, “been thinking about you all day.”

Hyunjin hums against your neck in response, leaving love bites down closer to your shoulder. His preoccupied hands bring you even closer to his chest. 

He can’t get enough of you, his hands paw at your chest, pinching, pulling, and kneading the soft mounds. His head is in the louds, every thought is fuzzy. The only thing he knew was that he never wanted to stop touching your soft skin.

It’s a good thing that your bottoms are meant to absorb moisture.

Behind his head, your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, wrapping around the strands and pulling slightly.

You turn your head to whisper right in his ear. “I want you to play with me how you’ve always wanted to, Jinnie.” 

Hyunjin practically whimpers in response, his hips buck forward and he sucks hard where his mouth was.

You cry out, pushing your ass against him.

“I know you want to, baby. Don’t think I don’t see the way you look at me. How much you like fucking me in the mirror so you can see my tits bounce with each thrust of your cock.”

Hyunjin moans against your skin again, it sounds like he’s almost in pain from how aroused he is.

Both of his hands grip as much of your breasts as he could hold before turning you around in his arms. His lips immediately dip down and capture yours in a heated, wet, hard kiss.

His eyebrows are furrowed together and his hands travel back up your body to fondle your tits even further. The feeling goes straight to your core and you clench your thighs together. Your cunt aching for attention.

But tonight was about him, not you. Plus, you know there’s no way you’re going to bed tonight without cumming, not if Hyunjin had anything to say about it.

While your tongues slide over each other, you reach down and make quick work unbuttoning his jeans. 

You also “accidentally” palm over his cock a few times, each time he moans into your mouth and you swallow the noise greedily.

Hyunjin pulls back for a split second to rip his shirt over his head, throwing it onto the ground carelessly. The entire time his eyes don’t leave your chest, as soon as his shirt is off, his hands are back on your breasts.

He can’t stop staring at how they look in his hands.

A long, heavy breath leaves his lungs when you push his pants and boxers down.

His cock springs free and he hisses at the cold air. 

You get up on your tiptoes and pull his swollen bottom lip between your teeth. “Go lay on the bed, baby.” 

His eyes are glazed over with pure lust. Hyunjin nods dumbly over and over and practically sprints to the bed, sitting down on the edge.

One of his hands absentmindedly pulls at his dick, his eyes stay zeroed in on your chest. The fabric of the bathing suit is doing nothing to cover your breasts anymore.

“What do you think, baby boy. On or off?” You ask, pulling slightly at the strings of the top.

Hyunjin gulps, leaning back on his elbows while his bottom half hangs off the side of the bed.

“O… On.” He answers heavily, lips parting, chest rising and falling with deep intakes of air. Truly, he didn’t care, you could do whatever you want to him at this point and he would beg for more.

You wink in response and walk over to the bed, swaying your hips with each step. His eyes rake over your figure, his Adam’s Apple bobs with a gulp.

When you get to the bed, you sink down onto your knees, eye level with his cock which is completely rock hard and weeping precum at this point.

Keeping direct eye contact, you put your arms behind your back and lean forward, licking a fat stripe up the underside of his cock. 

An absolutely feral, sinful moan reverberates off the walls. Hyunjin throws his head back in pleasure and one of his hands fists into your hair, pulling tightly.

You only smirk once you get to the tip. “Gotta get you nice and wet first.” You pull as much spit into your mouth as you can. 

“Fuck, Y/N!” You see his cock jump at your words.

Your tongue swirls over his tip once before you take his entire dick in your mouth. Hyunjin’s hips buck into your mouth and he lets out a long, deep moan. 

It’s the wettest blowjob you’ve ever given. Spit is leaking out of your mouth and onto his pelvis and then dripping onto the sheets. But you need him soaking wet for what you want to do.

Saliva drips down your neck and onto your chest.

Hyunjin’s eyes follow each drop and when his eyes flicker to yours, you wink. His hand tightens in your hair and he whimpers.

“You’re gunna fucking kill me, Y/N.”

Whine after whine, whimper after whimper. It’s all music to your ears. 

Just when he really starts to get vocal, you lift your mouth off his cock and he howls at the loss of your warm mouth pleasuring him.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea how good this is gunna feel.”

When Hyunjin opens his eyes again to look your way, you let your tongue drop out of your mouth. His lust-blown pupils follow the mouthful of spit and precum that leaks downwards; it drips down your neck and into the valley of your breasts.

The way his face twists in pleasure, you would think he was in physical pain. His ears and cheeks are bright red. His bottom lip pulls between his teeth to try and conceal the noises he’s making.

“Y/N-!” Everything about his demeanor screams desperate. He’s wriggling on the bed, hips moving uncontrollably. The hand that’s not in your hair is clenching the sheets so tight his knuckles are turning white.

From behind your back, you reach your hand up and spread everything over your chest, getting it nice and wet. During the process, you make sure to bring your other hand up and pinch and pull your nipples, putting on a show for Hyunjin. 

“Please,” he’s borderline sobbing at this point. “Please, Y/N.”

“Yeah, Jinnie?” you tease and lean forward, spitting on his cock again, pumping him a few times. “You wanna fuck my tits, baby boy?”

“Fuck!” Hyunjin throws his head back with a broken wail. 

“You wanna put that long cock between my wet tits? You wanna fuck them nice and slow?”

“Yes! Fucking please!” He squirms on the bed. “It’s all I want, Y/N! Please!”

Deciding to be nice, you finally grab your tits in two handfuls, wrapping them around his cock and pushing together.

Hyunjin’s eyes roll back in his head and his back arches off the sheets. More babbles leave his swollen lips.

Slowly, you move your tits up and down on his cock.

He’s going insane, he knows he is. He’s been balls deep in your soaking wet cunt before, he’s had you ride him two ways to Tuesday– but this? Fuck!

The skin on your chest is so soft and warm and it’s so fucking filthy.

With every pump, his dick leaks more and more.

“Jinnie,” you call out to him playfully.

He knows as soon as he looks down, he’s going to blow his load. But he cracks his eyes open anyway, his head lifting off the mattress to look you in the eye.

Right when he does, you stick your tongue out and lick the head of his cock as you pump downwards.

Every single one of his ab muscles clenches when he sees you, he cries out so loudly, his body curls inwards from the pleasure.

The more his cock leaks, the wetter it gets for both of you, and the easier it is to move up and down.

A long string of curses leave his lips as you pick up speed and squeeze your tits together even more.

Hyunjin’s hips begin to move in time with your pumps. Every wet dream he’s woken up from is finally coming true before his very eyes. 

If the neighbors were sleeping, that was long over. Hyunjin has always been vocal in bed, but never like this.

Each lick is sending him closer and closer to the edge. 

“So fucking good to me,” he blubbers, pulling at your hair and your sheets at the same time. His thighs begin to shake.

“Love this so much, baby. Love having your cock between my tits.”

He writhes around from your praise, “Close–! So close, Y/N!”

“Can’t wait for you to cum all over my skin, Jinnie. Might even let you take a picture, set it as your background.”

Picturing everything you’re saying does it for him. Hyunjin calls out your name loudly and his chin dips down to his chest. He yanks your hair in a vice grip.

Cum continuously shoots from his cock, and to put on a great show, you even stick your tongue out further.

To him, it feels like he’s cumming forever. Even after he’s completely empty, shots of pleasure shoot down his thighs every few seconds. It was definitely one of the fucking longest orgasms of his life.

Hyunjin’s mouth hangs open, he can’t seem to catch his breath. But that’s not at all what he’s paying attention to. He’s watching the cum dip from your tongue down onto your chest, the same way your spit had done minutes before.

His cock twitches and he winces from the overstimulation.

“Fuck, look at you.” he pants.

One of your hands moves and you use your finger to spread the cum all over your chest, over your hard nipples and eventually up to your mouth where you suck on the digit.

“So good for me, baby. How long until you can go again?”

[joon4eva]

5+1 — kim namjoon.

OR, five times you wanted to tell Namjoon you loved him + the one time you finally did.

genre. established relationship ✰ fluff, smut (18+), slight angst

word count. ~3214 words

tags. oc pretty much takes forever to tell namjoon that she loves him back; oral sex (m. receiving); unprotected sex; cowgirl position; namjoon is whipped but so is oc; oc quit being so damn dramatic

it's been exactly forty-six days since namjoon told you he loved you. you can feel your chest tightening at the memory.

the first time he had said it, his eyes shimmered with emotion as he gazed at you confidently. he didn't pressure you into saying it back, but that didn't make the decision any easier for you. he assured you multiple times that he wasn't expecting you to reciprocate instantly; he merely wanted you to know how he felt. in the past, you had been hurt by people you'd trusted, and the thought of baring your soul again was terrifying. namjoon was well aware of this.

love had always been a double-edged sword for you. it was a word that carried immense weight, tangled with past hurts and disappointments. the memory of how he looked when he had first told you always replays in your mind. so sure, so genuine. his eyes spoke worlds of sincerity, and you wished you could find that same strength. because it was true; you did care about him —no— you loved him. but opening yourself up to love again meant exposing your vulnerability, risking the possibility of being hurt once more. the challenge now was finding the right moment – and the strength – to tell him. it has become obsessively frustrating.

in the quiet corners of your heart, there were five distinct moments when you desperately wanted to tell him you loved him:

the first time came just a week after he told you he loved you. it was pouring with rain– cold droplets slamming against your skin – and namjoon went out of his way to walk you home under the shelter of his umbrella despite living in the complete opposite direction. despite this and despite your protests, he insisted. with his umbrella firmly held above both your heads, his gentle smile warmed your heart as water dripped down onto his jacket's collar, soaking him through while trying to protect you from getting wet.

namjoon grinned through raindrops clinging to his face, casting a sidelong glance at you before reassuring you, "it's a great excuse to spend more time together." heavens knew how easily that brief twinkle of adoration in his eyes could have coaxed the confession from you then and there.

the second time was an early morning when namjoon knew he would not see or talk to you throughout the day since his busy work schedule kept him occupied. as you groggily rubbed sleep from your eyes and checked your phone, there was a message from him:

joon ♡ : don't forget breakfast! it's cold outside so enjoy something warm :) i'll be thinking of you. love, joon.

attached was a cute selfie of him pouting while holding up a piece of toast as if to say, "see? i'm eating. you should too." the text glowed on your phone screen in the early light of dawn, filling you with warmth as if it could chase away any lingering remnants of sleep.

one morning while preparing for work, you find namjoon sitting in your shared living room, quietly reading a book as sunlight filtered through the curtains. as you slipped on your coat, tugging uncomfortably at the unfamiliar fabric under his watchful gaze, his attention shifted subtly from the novel's pages to rest upon you. a small yet meaningful smile graced his face while he studied you intently.

feeling both shy and slightly self-conscious with the weight of his eyes on you, you glanced at him and then away. "i'll be back later in the evening," you announced, the words spilling out in a rush. "and i'll bring dinner." his response was simple: "okay. love you." and then that familiar dimpled grin of his emerged as he returned to his book and the chapter awaiting him - almost like it was just another routine sentence to say every day.

you're left rooted in place, a momentary shock at hearing those words pass again so casually between his lips dulling your movements. panic quickly set in as the need to get to work on time surged through you; without another word exchanged between the two of you—no acknowledging glance or reassuring smile—you hurried out flustered. the tears welled up in your eyes while frustration overtook you.

on the third instance, it was his birthday, and you had prepared a surprise for him.

you had spent hours planning the perfect day filled with small surprises and thoughtful gestures tailored just for him. from his favorite breakfast waiting for him in bed when he woke up to the neatly wrapped presents and handwritten notes hidden around his apartment—every detail had been meticulously planned.

with each note he read aloud and every sparkling tear that touched his cheek, your heart threatened to burst from your chest. but as he pressed his lips to yours and pulled you close for a tender embrace, fear tightened its grip on your voice. the vulnerability that love demanded felt overwhelming, and you hesitated, grappling with the desire to pour your heart out and the fear of baring your soul. so, instead of speaking the words that danced upon your tongue, you tightened your embrace, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

the fourth time came after a dinner party with some of your closest friends. namjoon had looked incredibly charming and every bit like the perfect boyfriend. he was dressed in a crisp white button-down shirt, paired with dark trousers that hugged his toned legs perfectly.

he was the epitome of a gentleman throughout the evening, consistently attentive to your needs. he held doors open for you, maintained eye contact when you both conversed, and even shared bites of dessert with you using the same spoon. as mundane as this would sound to other people, this was all just new to you. namjoon also took several opportunities to compliment you in front of your friends and found subtle ways to touch you affectionately while he talked to your friends – holding your hand or ever-so-gently running his hand along your thigh beneath the table, his caressing fingers gradually moving upward before retracing their path all the way down. his presence made your heart race all night long, but it was his occasional teasing touch inching dangerously up and down your leg that drove you to the edge.

as soon as both of you got to his apartment, namjoon had barely begun speaking when you pushed him back against the wall and pressed your lips onto his. the raw need in your eyes said more than any words could.

"can't… can't take it anymore," you stammered between kisses.

he was caught off guard and managed to stutter out, "w-what has gotten into you?" as you peppered a trail of wet kisses all over the column of his neck. his eyes were wide and dazed, a swirling combination of disbelief and lust.

"there's something i need," you murmured against his lips as your hands fumbled with his belt buckle.

with namjoon's pants bunched around his ankles and his back pressed against the door, you eagerly dropped to your knees while looking up at him – locking eyes and taking him into your mouth as he gasped softly in response. his appreciative moans served as music to your ears as you bobbed up and down; they grew louder once he tangled his fingers into your hair.

"don't stop," he breathed out shakily, reaching climax and releasing every ounce of his cum into your mouth, which you entirely swallowed.

breathlessly, namjoon allowed himself to be practically dragged by you towards his bed where he laid back against the headboard. his clothes now discarded on the bedroom floor along with yours; only illuminated by dim moonlight filtering through the curtains, you straddled his hips and sunk down on his cock, moaning his name loudly as you felt every ridge and every inch of him deliciously stretch you open. your hips bounced diligently and relentlessly, and you willed yourself to push past the fiery sensation building in your thighs.

the dazed look in namjoon's eyes as he watched you was a sight forever burned into your memory — his hands moving to guide your hips in a steady rhythm as he kept his back pressed against the headboard for support, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead as they trailed down his face and neck. his moans filled the room – sometimes soft and breathy, at other times deep and guttural – intermingled with throaty curses.

afterward, exhausted and sated, you collapsed onto namjoon's chest, feeling the warmth and strength in his embrace as he gently stroked your hair.

the silence was broken by namjoon's breathy exhale as he uttered a quiet, "wow," coaxing giggles out of both of you. you raised your head to look up at him, pressing a tender kiss onto the corner of his lips, following it with a deeper one right on his mouth.

his hands continued their soothing journey along your back, fingers caressing the delicate skin while gazing at you with a hazy post-orgasmic expression. "everything okay? we barely made it through the door after dinner before you dragged me into the bedroom," he asked gently, drawing laughter from you.

as you traced circles along his cheek with a delicate finger, all you could muster in reply was, "nothing, i just… appreciate you. a lot." flashing him a coy smile, you added, "and also…you just looked really hot at dinner."

with a chuckle, namjoon squeezed your side and pulled you closer to wrap his arms around you tightly, as if to make sure you wouldn't slip away from him for even a moment. his hand slipped from your back, traveling up to cup the side of your face.

"for what it's worth," he murmured sincerely, "i appreciate you just as much – if not more."

as both of your breathing slowed and synchronized with each other's heartbeat, it was then that the words almost tumbled from your lips – just how much you truly loved him too. and though you didn't say it out loud, somehow, in that moment, namjoon seemed to understand.

the fifth moment unfolded late one night when out of nowhere, namjoon showed up at your door at 2 a.m., pleading for you to go eat together. he insisted his sudden burger craving could not wait until morning. with an irresistible grin on his face, he managed to convince a grumbling, half-asleep you to join him to satisfy his hunger pangs.

so there you were, parked in an empty lot eating burgers together. you could never say no to namjoon.

as you both sat in your car, the atmosphere was light and easy. the image of him eating so nonchalantly in his adorable cartoon pajamas still brings a smile to your face – his large frame somehow looking small and innocent inside your car. you bickered playfully about the merits of dipping fries in ketchup versus mayonnaise.

"oh come on! ketchup is way better with fries!" namjoon exclaimed between bites.

he flashed a cheeky grin at you as he continued eating. then, as if to prove a point, he dipped an already ketchup-soaked fry into even more ketchup - only to miss his mouth entirely. the bright red condiment smeared on the corner of his lip. the look of determination on his face quickly dissolved into confusion.

biting back a grin, you reached across the console to wipe off the ketchup with your finger. "can't take you anywhere," you murmured, before popping your finger into your mouth, savoring the tangy taste as you raised one eyebrow. his eyes widened in surprise, his mouth full of burger, and then, in one spontaneous movement, he leaned across the center console to plant a greasy kiss on your cheek.

"namjoon!" you squealed, feigning annoyance as laughter bubbled up in your chest. "now i have burger grease on my face!"

it was in that moment – as namjoon flashed one of those smiles that could have outshone the moon itself – when you felt the words right there on the tip of your tongue until a familiar anxiety held them back.

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it was a chilly evening when work schedules had kept you apart for over a week. after much tip-toeing, you decided this was the night you were going to tell him. you picked up your phone and dialed namjoon's number, hoping to hear his voice and perhaps even see him that night. to your dismay, he failed to answer both your calls and texts. worried that something was wrong and missing him dearly, you slipped into your shoes and donned a warm jacket before making your way to the front of the building where he worked.

standing outside his building, waiting impatiently while shivering in the freezing air, your anticipation grew as time turned sluggish. and when he finally appeared, your heart skipped a beat, only to plummet moments later.

when he finally emerged from behind those doors, it felt like everything was happening in slow motion – your eyes locked on him as he exited, but much to your surprise, he was not alone. walking beside him was another woman. their camaraderie appeared innocent enough – perhaps she was just a coworker – but then she lightly touches his arm and laughs at something he said. namjoon's hands are both shoved into his pockets as they pause near entrance to continue their conversation. your heart sank as the woman pulled out her phone, leaning in to eagerly show something to namjoon, who couldn't help but coo at whatever it was. you stand there rooted in place as jealousy, like a ferocious wildfire, seared through your veins, igniting an inexplicable rage.

eventually the conversation ends and they part ways. namjoon's gaze shifts, eyes landing on you as he spots you standing there stiffly. oblivious to your internal conflict, his face lights up with a surprised grin as he strides towards you, visibly puzzled to find you there yet eager to close the gap between you. with tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you abruptly turn away and begin to walk home, attempting to shield your burgeoning feelings.

it was all irrational, really. namjoon never gave you a reason to not trust him. but you suddenly felt like you were somehow destined to re-live the same thing over again; the distance, the secrecy, the lying–even though namjoon himself has never done anything like this during your entire relationship. would this mark the beginning? it scared the shit out of you.

you could hear him call your name, confusion lacing his voice. with no sign of stopping and keeping your distance, namjoon went from a stroll to a sprint, frantically trying to reach you.

his calls grew louder and more frantic, and the sound of his footsteps closing the distance sent your heart racing further. he finally caught up and gently wrapped his arms around your trembling frame along with yours around his waist.

"what's wrong?" he panted breathlessly. "why are you out here in the cold? why are you crying?"

gasping for air and choking on tears that now freely flowed down your cheeks, you managed to stammer out: "i… i called you, and you didn't answer… i missed you, and i came to see you, but then i saw you with–" the words spilled out between gasps for air, your voice quivering.

namjoon's eyes widened with disbelief and understanding, as he realized the true cause of your distress. his reaction was one of tender empathy; immediately drawing you into a tight and warm hug.

his touch felt both comforting and reassuring as his hand cradled the back of your head, his voice filled with tenderness. "oh, my love, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to worry you." you clung to him fiercely, as if he'd vanish if you let go; your every tear searing his shoulder like acid.

"don't worry," namjoon reassured gently while still holding you in his arms. "she's my colleague... and she’s actually gay. she just wanted to show me pictures of her baby who was born recently. it was nothing more than that."

you softly gasped, feeling foolish for jumping to conclusions. you blubbered out an apology, retreating back into his chest as a fresh wave of sobs broke through. "i…i'm so sorry… i shouldn't have thought like that…"

namjoon rocked you both soothingly in his arms. "it's okay," he reassured, rubbing his large hand up and down your back soothingly. "we all make mistakes; it's all okay."

slowly pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, namjoon cradles your face in his hands – his touch warm and gentle. with care, he wipes away the remnants of your tears with his thumbs. as your sobs subside and are replaced by soft hiccups, namjoon's warm breath brushes against your forehead before he presses a tender kiss onto it. "today was really hectic at work," he admits with a shaky sigh, "i should have called to keep you in the loop. i'm sorry for making you worry like that, baby."

but instead of answering him, your inner turmoil ceased as you looked into his deeply concerned eyes; realizing that this overwhelming emotion inside wasn't just jealousy. it was love — desperate, all-consuming love that begged to be acknowledged and reciprocated.

through teary eyes, you look up at him in disbelief because he just seemed almost too good to be true. the words slip from your lips before you could stop them.

"i love you."

for a moment, namjoon freezes and blinks at you, his eyes searching yours intently, looking for any trace of uncertainty. it felt like an eternity before he reacted, and during that brief pause, the anticipation made your heart pound wildly in your ears.

finally, namjoon breaks into the most adorable smile you'd ever seen, barely managing to suppress a giggle by biting his lip. gently rubbing your arms to calm you further, he responds: "i know."

"namjoon!" you tearily half-scold, half-laugh in disbelief, playfully hitting his arm. he bursts out laughing at your reaction, intertwining his fingers with yours affectionately.

"it must have been difficult for you to say that."

through the remnants of tears, you admit: "i've tried to tell you so many times… but every time i wanted to say it… i just-"

namjoon doesn't let you finish your sentence. he watches you closely for a moment before leaving your hands to cup your cheeks delicately in his palms. as he pulls you closer to him, he leans in and presses his lips against yours in a slow and mindful kiss.

his tongue tentatively grazes the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you part them slightly. his teeth lightly graze your bottom lip, coaxing a quiet sigh from within you. a soft moan escapes before you're able to stifle it, and only then do you recall that the two of you are still standing out in public. the taste of him lingers on your tongue as he pulls away, and a soft whine escapes your lips at the loss of contact.

"i told you i wasn't expecting you to say it back," he murmurs, "the way you show me your love every day is enough. you, just as you are, are enough for me."

[pinehutch]

When I say that I want to be evil

what I mean is I want to be powerful. What I mean is I want to be free.

Some weeks ago I spent more money than I should have on my first ever (ever!) two-piece swimsuit. You have to understand that as a child I was told I was fat, and as a teen I was told I was fat, and as an adult I've always been fat*, and you can't read your way out of the shame caused not strictly by the word but by its connotations.

(I know, because I've tried. I have been trying for almost twenty years. Looking for plus-sized fashion brought me to the digital 'fatosphere.' It made me a better person as I learned about another dimension of intersectionality and about power and oppression. It made me feel like I could wear clothing that I liked. It made me more informed about the diet and wellness industry. It's been over 20 years since I first read a critique of the BMI; it's been almost as long since I started wondering why gros/se in my close-second language didn't have the same (haha) weight to it as fat does, in my first.)

At the tail end of June, days long and scorching, I stepped into a two-piece swimsuit with a deep-v neckline and my whole midsection exposed and I spent the day in full view of dozens (hundreds?) of strangers. Cold, cold water on the joints; warm, soft pools for the evening. My hair got bigger and bigger. My neck and chest sunburned. My midriff stayed comically, blindingly pale, and everything else? It was lovely; it was fine. I rarely thought about my body, unless it was 'this feels nice' or 'my swimsuit is so pretty.' I took a selfie, even, though I deleted it. I was worried that posting it would count as thirst-trapping; shame has cored out and replaced so much of me. It was a good pic, though, and I wish I'd kept it.

What was true of me that day: I was a quite tall, very fat femme person whose feet swell with arthritis and whose hair takes up the entire frame and who's had cellulite since grade eight. What else was true: many people complimented my swimsuit. I looked out across the valleys and the mountains from the top of my almost-six-feet. I let my shoulders roll back and smiled at the sight of my bare skin gone blue-wavering-dappled beneath the surface. I stood tall. I made eye contact. I enjoyed delightful company, and let that enjoyment extend to the simple pleasure of having a body that felt fairly good, in garments I had chosen for the joy of it.

You can't read your way out of shame; it's only part of the equation. I didn't go swimming the next day with my family members, because I didn't want to feel them looking at my body and being disappointed that What A Beautiful Girl turned out like I did (though: if What A Beautiful Girl then why You Need To Watch What You Eat?). But for an entire day I felt like anyone else, gentle enough, good enough, in my skin.

It would have been good for me to swim with my family that weekend, because I'm finding that - as in all things - the practice is important. You can't read your way out of shame, not entirely, but in working with and through it there's maybe a chance to rewrite our stories.

There's a fallacy that I think a lot of us fall into, when we're trying to counter and challenge fatphobia, both culturally and in ourselves. It's the fallacy of the Good Fat. It's why I want to tell you about how two-pieces are maybe a better swimwear choice for me because of the drastic difference between my tits and hips vs my waist. It's why I wanted to post that selfie, so people could shoutycaps and fire emoji me on twitter. It's why I want to craft this post into a narrative where spending a single day mostly-unburdened by body shame has led to a hot girl summer, and I'm walking for miles every day and going to the pool four times a week. (I'm not. I still have a day job, and writing to do, and a physical disability, and the ol' depression. I'm more active than I was three months ago, and working to improve that, but still. It's not a lot.)

It is, simply, the same lie as we tell ourselves along so many different axes of marginalization: that as long as we are exceptional in a way equal and opposite to our marginalization, we'll be fine. It's the model that says you earn the right to exist fat and unashamed by being healthy, by being active, by being hot. Sorry my hip is squished against yours on the airplane; at least I've got a nice face and good hair and am well-dressed, wanna admire my hip-to-waist ratio about it?

There's no such thing as a Good Fat because we live in an inherently fatphobic world. I mean: airplane seats are too small for anyone average sized. I mean: 20 years ago I was a size 16/18 and couldn't fit into the newer lecture hall seats at my university without a lot of stress and embarrassment. I mean: I can't buy a compression sleeve for my arthritic joints at the drug store. If I ever needed to take Plan B, it might not work because I weigh (as do most adults of my acquaintance) more than 165lbs. You cannot be hot enough or active enough or well-dressed enough to escape from this; the only option is to be Not Fat.

But why on earth would we want to accept this? We know the system is fucked up and evil, and so: we want to be evil. Just a little bit, just enough. We want to be hot villains. We want to serve cunt and to be cunts. We want to nailcare emoji, fire emoji, crown emoji, and we want to take no prisoners unless it's between our thick thick thighs. Sit on their face; if they die, they die. It's fun and sexy, in a world where "everything is sex, except sex, which is power" to dig in and grab handfuls of what looks like empowerment, fuck the rest of it, get what makes you feel best.

It's a mirage; freedom doesn't live there.

Because of course fat people are hot. Fat bodies are desirable. Fat bodies are strong, sometimes, and athletic, sometimes, and powerful in whatever way you'd like to read that. That's true no matter what.

And yet (this will hurt) fat bodies are still (I'm sorry, I'm so sorry) not good enough. If the system is the problem, your individual empowerment is not the (whole) solution.

When I say that I want to be evil, what I mean is I want to be free. I want the strange rare days I've known I was desirable because I was desired, specifically and individually. I want the days where I grant myself dignity. I want the day where I lived peacefully in my mostly-naked body around hundreds of strangers, and went to bed happy.

Reading is input, it's taking in. I can't read my way all the way out of fatphobia, out of body shame because that's like trying to put out a forest fire 2000km away by throwing baking soda on your stove element. (Not harmful, but insufficient and misdirected.) It has been so helpful to know that other people wrestle with all of this, in ways that are more intelligent and expert than mine; it doesn't change material reality, though.

It's not the shame that's the problem, but where it comes from. It's not my internalized fatphobia or low self-worth or lack of body confidence that keeps people from life-saving medical care because their doctors were obsessed with their weight instead of their symptoms. My soft abdomen has never shamed a stranger on the internet, my calves (never in tall boots) haven't forced someone to buy a second seat.

Maybe it's time that I redefine what I mean when I say I want to be evil. I want to be a hot villain that was justified in their takedown of the status quo. I want to put a crown on every head. I want these thick thighs under me as I pull you into my lap and love you, and to use those fire emojis to make room for new growth.

I want us all at the pool together, celebrating as the sun sets.

*I'm using "fat" to here mean something like "size 16 US women's or larger," but there's no good definition

[isstoria]

Many men cas challenge by @mogsimmer

Since it's february, let's create a bunch of vanilla valentines with their stories, careers and skills ready to pop in your world!

Day six : Artist 🖼

Always devoted to saving the world from the ever-growing pollution, Yugo translates this devotion into his street art pieces. The lack of recognition around his paintings puts him into severe sadness that he sometimes struggles to fight.

Completely overwhelmed by this anxiety and sadness, he made a little fuss on Simtock by lashing out at kids who used his street art as a dancing and selfie spot.

This impromptu fame is embarrassing but helped in a way to raise awareness of his fight and a bit of attention on his art. It might also bring some attention (good or bad) to the artist named "Paperbag".

Yugo Ichikawa - he/him - young adult aspiration : Painter extraordinaire traits : Gloomy, Freegan, Green fiend

Download : simfileshare // Galery ID: Isstoria (activate cc included to see the sim)

Optional downloads

vanilla skin

delicate eyes + delicate eyes recolors

[tinata1117]

MATZ <3

Idol Seonghwa x fan Hongjoong Content: soulmates, omegaverse, fluff Words: 1152

This is my first Ateez fanfic so if anyone ever see's this, pretend you didn't XD /joking just please don't be mean.

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“Woo-“

“Wooyo-“

“Wooyoung!” a voiced screeched from next to said boy, causing his eyes to snap open and look around as he prepared to throw hands. Wooyoung looks around through bleary eyes until he sees Hongjoong waving his arms frantically in front of him making him to let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Yah! I thought we were being attacked!”

“Grab your stuff and move! Or we’re going to lose our place in the line and say bye to barricade!” that seemed to make something click in his mind as he jumped up to grab his stuff right before Hongjoong started dragging his arm.

“You can’t blame me for falling asleep, we haven’t moved in six hours!”

“Yea, yea but you’re up now and we’re heading inside so let’s go!”

The two were led into the building where they were about to see their favourite group perform, and they were both very excited, one perhaps more than the other.

“Don’t worry Joong, even if we were miles away, Seonghwa would never be able to miss your bright red hair” he says with a loud laugh as the mentioned just drags him forwards.

With a roll of his eyes and an extra tug on the youngers arm he replies, “Well I do want him to notice me at least once in my life”.

After another couple of hours of going through security and waiting some more, they were finally let into the room where they would be seeing their favourite group. Finally - after 8 hours and a couple telling offs from security for running - they made it to the barricade.

“Wooyoung we did it! We got barricade!” the usually quiet and more serious of the two exclaims with a wide smile making the younger falter for a second.

“We did and look at Mr Serious being all excited!” he teased and nudged the other with his arm. Hongjoongs smile immediately left his face as he glared at the other.

“Whatever. Let’s take a picture for the selfie challenge”. The group made a challenge for fans to take selfies and post them with the groups tag and before every concert they would pick one selfie, and those in the selfie would get to join the group on stage and do a dance challenge with one member of their choosing.

So, they took the photo and uploaded it to Wooyoung Instagram with #AtinyAteezSelcaChallange

- imagine the background is the concert stage.

--- with Ateez ---

“Yo guys come and look at this selfie challenge entry!” the deep voice of Mingi calls out as the others start to gather around him.

“They’re actually kinda cute!” another deep voice calls out from next to Mingi making the aforementioned look towards Yeosang.

“Right! The red hair suits him so much! Maybe even more than it suited San when he had it” Mingi teases with a sly smirk.

“Yah! I looked great with red hair!”

“Yes you did San, now let me see who we are talking about”, Mingi turns his phone to the eldest and Seonghwa’s eyes widen as his lips part a little.

“H-Hyung.. you’re letting out your pheromones” Yunho comes up behind Seonghwa to attempt to cover his body so that his pheromones don’t travel too far.

“A-ah sorry!” he exclaims and turns away from the phone and takes a deep breath.

“Someone liked what they saw! Tell us was it the red head or silver head?” Mingi continues his onslaught of teasing. Meanwhile Jongho was sat watching the whole scene with an amused smile.

The sound of a door opening broke up their conversation and caused them all to look over. “You guys are on in 10! Did you pick a winner yet?” Mingi smirks and goes to the manager to whisper in his ear something for only him to hear.

--- small time skip ---

Ateez were performing their song ‘wave’ - during the free moving part which allowed them to interact with fans - when it happened. The whole world turned slow motion as Seonghwa looked over the crowd and locked eyes with a certain red head in front of him. Hongjoong would have fell to the floor if it wasn’t for Wooyoung catching him under his arms. The boy looked at Hongjoong’s face to see if he was okay and audibly gasped upon seeing his friends bright blue eyes. His eyes rapidly moved from Hongjoong to Seonghwa with his mouth agape.

Once Seonghwa managed to regain his senses, due to Jongho patting his shoulder, he quickly called the security to get Hongjoong over the barrier as he could smell his pheromones already. It would not be good if other alphas start to smell him too. (luckily security had to be beta’s to work due to the amount of people they would see).

Hongjoong was pulled over the barrier and so was Wooyoung after the security gave into his screeching about staying with his best friend.

Not long after, the music faded away and soon the rest of Ateez knew what happened so Mingi started talking.

“Atiny! You know what time it is! Time for our selca challenge winners to join us on stage! I’m sure many of you noticed our leader during Wave and I’m happy to announce that his soulmate was picked to join us on stage today! What a coincidence right!?”

Hongjoong darted his eyes to Wooyoung in shock. “Seonghwa… soulmate… we won the challenge!?”

Wooyoung nodded quickly and gave Hongjoong a quick hug, “look at you all tongue tied! Come on let’s go!”. The security led them to the steps and helped them onto the stage where the members joined them. Hongjoong’s eyes scanned across them and immediately found Seonghwa’s.

“Oh my gosh… Seonghwa is my soulmate!?” he shouted and immediately covered his mouth with both his hands when he realised the group could hear them. A couple smiles were seen but none as wide as his newfound soulmates.

With a wide smile, Seonghwa walked up to his mate and stood within a foot of him and took one of his hands in his. Feeling the tingles travel up his hands was a welcome feeling as he flipped their hands over and saw their initials tattooed on their skin become their full names.

“Hello, my soulmate” Seonghwa said so softly that his mic could barely pick it up, all Hongjoong could do was star into his eyes in awe.

“You’re even prettier up close”. The whole stadium was silent at his bluntness until they started laughing when Hongjoong covered his mouth with his hands again and blushed a deep shade of red. Seonghwa stifled a laugh, if not for himself, but for Hongjoong’s sanity.

“Why thank you, but nothing compares to how beautiful you are my love”

“Well I assume we can guess who he’ll pick to do the dance with”

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that was so cringe XD

[maiawe]

Challenge #KAPANDSCORNER

Day six : catfish

Celia Peterson

Family oriented - Neat - Socially awkward

Celia is a woman who seems to succeed in every way : a formidable wife, two sublime children, a perfect career... A simple life for some, but the image she had always dreamed of. So when Johanna slams the door one morning, never to return, it's a hard way to come back to reality. Divorce, alternating custody of her two children, moving house... Celia had to start all over again. In her misfortune, she decides that this break-up won't weaken her, and motivates herself to try the adventure of dating apps. The problem? Celia doesn't have any recent photos of herself. Take a selfie? She can't even dream of taking a selfie, as she's too aware of the tiny wrinkles creeping in. Book a photo shoot? Tempting, but for a dating app only, isn't that a bit awkward? At worst, there's this photo from her honeymoon with Johanna... Yes, fine, it'll do until Celia makes up her mind! But when her best friend actually rooms her and asks if she's trying to "catfish young girls", Celia realizes that it's time to update her photo, and fast...

And her profile with her old and new picture ! Still quite a cutie if you want my opinion

[amethystina]

I was tagged by @a-very-fond-farewell! Thank you so much darling 💜

1. Last song: Shishen Take On the Challenge from The Yin-Yang Master: Dream of Eternity soundtrack (which I paid a small fortune to get my hands on so you bet I've been listening to it almost non-stop ever since. The music is SO FUCKING GOOD OKAY)

2. Favorite color: Purple — which I feel should come as a surprise to no one xD

3. Currently watching: The Killing Vote, because I apparently need more dramas where the Korean public is allowed to vote on whether or not to execute people. Quite enjoying it so far! The characters are a hoot xD And I'm curious to see what they do with the Kwon Seok Joo dude.

I also just started The Guest because I want to watch it before they remove it from Netflix but BOI. That's not one I'll be able to binge, that's for sure. Horror is great but also, well, terrifying x'D

Though, I must say, I might have to take a detour and rewatch the Along With the Gods movies. I've been meaning to do so for ages and seeing Kim Dong Wook in The Guest makes the urge even stronger. Because, let me tell you, I'm SO EAGER to rewatch the movies and observe the characters now that I've seen the twist at the end of the second movie. A twist I figured out before I actually reached the reveal, sure, but I don't think that's a bad thing? Like, for real, guys. The AUDIBLE GASP I let out when I realised what the twist was going to be and then got to sit there and see it slowly dawn on the other characters? BEAUTIFUL. And it CHANGES SO MUCH. Like, I need to rewatch them because so much of what I thought I knew is now a lie! Circumstances have changed! My initial analysis might be wrong! Characters I thought I knew are now completely different! I need to do more research! I NEED TO KNOW.

(This is what happens when your brain works like mine. And one day I might tell you all about why Kang Yo Han is such a fascinating character to me, because, let me tell you, I've rarely seen a character remain so solid in his characterisation even through the kind of reveals we're given in the drama. It's fucking SPECTACULAR)

4. Currently reading: Faust by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (I do it in bursts because it's not the kind of book I can just binge, okay? x'D), We Have Always Lived In the Castle by Shirley Jackson (I would have finished this LONG ago if it didn't give me so much anxiety (but in a good way?)) and Eld by Mats Strandberg and Sara Bergman Elfgren (though I should probably start over on this one since I was very distracted when I read the first chapter)

5. Last movie: No Regret, because why not dabble in older Korean LGBTQ+ content? It was a ride, that's for sure xD And the next movie will be The World to Come (also one I want to watch before it's removed from Netflix)

6. Sweet/spicy/savory: Either sweet or savoury — it depends on my mood, really.

7. Relationship status: Married! :D

8. Current obsession: I'm not sure if I have one right now? Though I am hoping to get back on track with that diorama thing soon. I've almost collected all the materials I need! I just need fake foliage (preferably red) and I'm going to try and buy that either tomorrow or on Saturday.

9. Last thing you googled? Why my phone kept taking only green photos. And everyone kept telling me I shouldn't have unlocked the bootloader (which I don't think can be done by accident and I sure as hell haven't done it intentionally) so in the end I just restarted it and now it works just fine xD

10. Selfie: I don't really take selfies but here's a cropped version of a drawing WIP of mine.

If you know, you know ;)

(... LOOK, the suspender-pulling had to happen eventually, okay?)

11. Currently working on: Chapter 5 of A New Dawn (Begins With Us) and, after that, it'll be either chapter 37 of Who Holds the Devil or maybe the sequel to Gravitational Pull which I'm STILL struggling to find the time to work on. I'm also working on, like, six different drawings simultaneously. Because why make things easy for myself?

Tagging: Whoever wants to do it! Tell me about yourself! :D

[pftones3482]

Year Six of doing the "Every time I feel cute I take a selfie" challenge for my own self confidence and honestly? This year was another struggle, esp at the beginning.

But the Barbie movie happened, and I had to plan and host a massive work event, and then I moved states to live with my girlfriend, and then RIGHT at the end of the year two of my best friends got married, so even if I wasn't always feeling it, there was still at least a bunch of chances for me to dress up.

Here's to 2024 and hopefully not being a shit show ✌🏻 (a girl can dream)

[jennyboom21]

Dianna Agron is running late — she’s stuck on the subway. I have no problem believing this because I am on the exact same train a few cars away, as we learn when she sends me a heads-up text. My phone slowly receives a selfie of Agron waving through a grainy train window, face curtained by long light-brown hair, along with another message about how tickled she is that we’re sharing a classic New York experience. And it’s one we continue when we finally make it to The Odeon, the iconic Tribeca bistro. “It's been a staple since the 1980s, which is what I love about this place,” she says in her lilting voice as we mull over the menu. “This is a place that was happening when I was born and didn't even know that it would be waiting for me when I moved to New York City.” We get two dirty martinis and a plate of fries before gleefully cheering to being in our 30s. “I love this time, though,” she adds.

Agron has been thinking a lot about her 30s, and not just because we’re meeting up two weeks before her 37th birthday. Her new movie, Clock, out now on Hulu, is a sci-fi horror film that explores the immense societal pressures women, in particular those without children, face in that decade of their lives. But the film’s messages about making your own choices also resonate within the arc of her career. Agron spent six seasons on the pop culture juggernaut that was Glee — and enduring the intense public scrutiny that came with it — before more recently finding acclaim with a string of indie movies like Shiva Baby and Novitiate. With Clock, Agron pushed herself again. There are big action scenes (hanging from cliffs, elbow-deep gore), as well as dark emotional depths (involving painful family secrets coming to life). “Collected experience really does add up,” she says. “And I think that the life I've lived the last 10 years in some ways has been more magnificent and more challenging than my more formative years.”

Lanvin coat, SKIMS bra, Talent’s own trousers, Pamela Love earrings

Agron never thought she’d try her hand at horror, but the Clock script hit too close to home to resist. She plays Ella, a 30-something who doesn’t want kids but eventually gives into the pressure of prying family and friends and enrolls in an experimental clinical trial, under the leadership of Dr. Simmons (Melora Hardin), that promises to help women who don’t experience having a biological clock. “The moment I turned 30,” Agron says, “the amount of questions that I felt were far too personal — and from truly everyone — just intensified year by year.”

Even for an actor who came up in the Perez Hilton era of celebrity blogging and is used to skirting prying questions, Agron still finds herself surprised sometimes. Just last year, she was on a red carpet at the Tribeca Film Festival promoting the sci-fi drama Acidman when a journalist asked her out of the blue if her mother’s name, Mary, would be “top of the list” for her. “I truly had no idea what she was talking about, so I asked for clarification and she said, ‘The top of your baby list,’” Agron says. “I said, with all of the kindness, ‘You have no idea what my personal journey is. And I'm quite surprised that you asked me that at my workplace when I'm here to discuss a film that I'm in.’” The message didn’t land. “She had no remorse. She just bopped along to the next question.”

Michael Kors Collection clothing and belt, Agmes earrings

Clock only took on more meaning throughout production. Agron was in Texas shooting the last day of principal photography when the draft Supreme Court opinion overturning Roe v. Wade leaked. “It did not feel good, that's for sure,” she says. “But then felt in some ways good that we were making [a movie that speaks] to some of the perils of being a woman and making choices that are more aligned with your own sense of self, as opposed to making choices for other people.” She dips a fry into one of the many condiments we’ve ordered. “All it takes is a film or a piece of journalism [for people] to open their eyes to different experiences that they could never imagine for themselves and have no personal touch points for. As a woman and one who very much loves women and loves the immense and enormous abilities that we have to carry so much, I wish that we had to carry less.”

When writer-director Alexis Jacknow was looking to cast Ella, she knew what she wanted: “It was very important to me that that character just already have a natural, grounded nature, a gravitas to her.” And she knew right away after meeting her that Agron could deliver. “There was absolutely nothing she wouldn’t do,” Jacknow says. “She pushed me, and there was just no hesitation on her part. She showed up every single day, 110%, and gave us everything.”

That is not an exaggeration. During one scene, Ella cracks open eggs into a frying pan and begins to eat them raw with a spoon. Jacknow didn’t want anyone to flaunt food safety guidelines, but Agron thought the only way to sell the scene was to actually do it. “Beef tartare, a whiskey sour,” Agron says, listing all the indulgences with raw ingredients she already enjoys. (There are reasons those are safer than raw eggs, but just go with it.) Jacknow proposed a compromise: Agron could put the raw eggs in her mouth as long as she spat them instead of swallowing. Agron agreed — or at least pretended to. “I winked at our [director of photography] and motioned at him like, ‘Don’t cut,’” she says, laughing. “I go to pick up the egg, I swallow it and go to take another bite. And I just hear, ‘Dianna, what the f*ck?!’”

Dries Van Noten clothing, Khiry earrings

Agron hasn’t always felt such autonomy in her career. When she was in her early twenties, she booked a role in a “big studio film” that, though ultimately a positive experience, involved an eye-opening screen test. “It was like, ‘We don’t like her hair like that, we need her to be more girly. We don’t like those clothes,’” she recalls. “I kept getting moved off set, changed, put back on stage, taken off again. I didn’t feel that I had any say in the matter, even if I had suggested something nicely. I was just a product at that point.”

Glee did not exactly help things. Agron says she was the last person cast for the show and describes getting the job as nothing short of fate. She grew up watching musicals with her mother in hotels on account of her father’s job as a manager at Hyatt. “Look, I moved to Los Angeles and I set out to find a musical. They were my absolute bread and butter. I told anybody that would listen to me, ‘I really want to do a musical,’” she says. “And [agents] were like, ‘No, try to be on Broadway.’ I just had this staunch faith that I was meant to be in Los Angeles and I would find a musical. And then it happened.”

But while she credits the show with changing her life, the show’s explosive popularity tested her boundaries. “There was a moment in time where there was not only a lack of acknowledgement in respect to personal space, there have been times where I've been put in a headlock and kissed on a plane. There have been times where mothers were grabbing you by the arm to meet and take a photo with their child,” Agron says. “There were so many personal attacks in a way that are just truly not what you do to a human. That feels specific to that time and that intensity of the feelings that people were feeling watching the show.”

So she moved to New York in 2016, eager to escape Los Angeles and its “predatory nature of people with lenses down there that just doesn’t exist in the same way in other places.” For a few years, she split her time between London — from 2016 to 2020, Agron was married to Winston Marshall of British folk-rock group Mumford & Sons — but now calls New York “my only home.” “Following my personal life is really not going to yield anything that interesting,” Agron says of public attention. And it’s true, the few times I tactfully (I hope) bring up topics that might lead Agron to open up about other aspects of her personal life, she gently deflects them. It’s clear she’s figured out a way to maintain her privacy while still being incredibly personal in the context of her work.

In New York, she’s able to follow her muse more freely. She’s reconnected with music through a string of residencies at the famed Café Carlyle, where she’s performed jazz standards and ‘60s covers. She served as a producer on Acidman and would like to do more behind-the-scenes work. And she’s relishing the chance to be a “waving the Jewish flag” kind of actor, choosing projects like Shiva Baby and As They Made Us that let her honor and explore her heritage. “I went to Jewish weekend school and Wednesday school for my entire upbringing up until my Bat Mitzvah and spent a lot of time with Holocaust survivors,” she says. “So it was a weird experience to then have many people say [in Hollywood], ‘You don’t look Jewish.’ It is weird to have somebody deny you your own personal experience.”

Next, she’ll make her return to television with The Chosen One, a multilingual adaptation of Mark Millar’s American Jesus comic book that follows a 12-year-old boy who gains the biblical powers of Jesus after a freak accident. She’s bonded with the younger actors on the show who have asked her for career advice — a full-circle moment for the now bonafide industry veteran. They’ve even watched Glee and marveled to Agron about how young she looks and seems. Her response? “I am!” she says, laughing.

By this point, our martini glasses have long been empty. Neither of us want to brave the train again, so Agron walks me up the street and, like a true New Yorker, gives me directions with a McNally Jackson tote slung over her shoulder. She gives me a hug, then turns to head deeper into Tribeca, forging a path all of her own.

[20dollarlolita]

30 day lolita challenge, day 2

I haven't forgotten about this. It's just that day #2 is "10 things you love about lolita" and this crap with my local community mods deciding that they rule the world and banning someone for not knowing their made-up redefinition of a term used for a very serious crime into accidentally posting selfies without asking has made me, you know, not really love lolita right now.

So let's go.

For those of you who missed the last post, I'm doing the 30 Day Lolita Challenge (in more than 30 days) that was created in 2011 by The Random Lolita. This series is tagged "20dollarlolita 30daylorlolita challenge" in case you want to black list that tag.

Okay.

One, I love the rules. I love having a really firm guideline on what elements of a look to build and wear. I spend a lot of time in normal fashion worrying about "this is wrong" but without anyone to explain why, so I love being in a fashion where it's more spelled out.

Two, I love the details. I like that, when you zoom in on any part of a nice lolita coordinate, there's more and more to look at. I like that our dresses are the high-resolution image and the rest of the world is a 3 megapixel JPEG.

Three, I love the absolute absurdity of it. I spent almost all of high school trying to not be weird, and I think that reflects in adult me by latching onto a fashion where no one outside the fashion will think it's normal.

Four, I love the way people react when they get to see a nice piece up close. Any time i get to show a dress to a coworker or friend who sews or does fashion, and they go, "I get why you're into this." It's just so nice.

Five, I love building things myself. I know how to make a dress, but when I make a really good lolita garment, I have a price tag to compare my work to. It's kind of discouraging as someone who sews when you spend $90 and 25 hours of work to make the same blouse that you can get at Walmart for $11, so the fact that a lolita blouse can be $200 makes me feel less bad about my work. I love creating my own lolita fashion for the same reason I love making my own coords. There's a set of rules, and I get to follow those rules, and I can do absolutely anything in the world as long as I follow those rules. The level of freedom you get when you go "You can do anything as long as it's X" is something that I think everyone craves in some form or another, so I love that I'm in a hobby where that's what it is.

Six, I love how people react to my clothes. I used to joke that it was because people see the clothes and judge based on that, so no stranger is judging the rest of you. You stand out, but that makes you more anonymous. Now, I say the exact same thing, but it's not a joke. I think being somewhat socially awkward often leads people to lolita fashion. I often joke that I'm not a person, and am actually either a time-traveling android or a hallucination caused by a sentient cloud, because it feels like the entire world got a How To Be Human manual except me. Well, when you don't have the manual, you make up the rules, and wearing lolita fashion out means that I take those rules away from everyone else, too. No stranger knows how to react to this shit, so it doesn't matter that I don't know what I'm doing, either.

Seven, I love the old Livejournal and Blogger and Wordpress blogs that are still around. I'm doing a lolita challenge that's 12 years old. When you read one of those, you're connected to them through time. Our lolita ancestors aren't too far away, but even if they've left the fashion, their wisdom lives on. So many people are still being helped by @lolita-tips even though the blog is no longer active. Connected to this is every Lolibrary post made by AmethystCitrine, who died in about 10 years ago (at the age of 25), but whose contributions to the lolita community are still used every day. We're connected to the people who've helped the lolita community before us, and we're connected to the future by the resources we create today. What people have given to the community will

Eight, I love Lolibrary. Y'all ever think about how absolutely insane it is that we have every single piece of the fashion that we can get our hands on documented and easily searchable? I don't know anything else that is like that. I love just looking through various years and trends. I love finding something online and immediately having access to what year it came out. Prior to Lolibrary, there was a site called HelloLace that tried to document all lolita fashion history, but it wasn't as thorough. Even though it's long gone, every time I see HelloLace links, I'm filled with massive nostalgia.

Nine, I love connecting with people through the fashion. Seeing people who are dressed in lolita, and having a secret kind of language like JSK and OP and knowing brands, sharing Taobao shopping services, all of that. It's an immediate connection with someone. I think this links back to socially awkward people using lolita fashion to help with social skills, but it's also a kind of connection that I just love.

Ten, I love how much everything is reused. Buying broken things and fixing them, restoring or reusing or recycling things. It gives us a connection to the past. Our culture of reuse before disposing of things isn't something I see so much in the rest of my life, so I love that I can retreat into it in lolita. Skills like how to fix and modify things are much more valuable in lolita fashion than in mainstream fashion. It's just very cool to me. I love finding things as class D on Wunderwelt or Closet Child and making them valuable to me.

I don't know if that's my top 10 things, but it's ten things. If tumblr would stop absolutely forcing things with 1) at the beginning into a really ugly looking list, I'd like that.

And with that bit of semi-forced positivity, it's time to go to sleep. Good night everyone.

[curse-maniac]

oh yeah, i mentioned i went up to six badges before i had to stop doing the gym challenge, but i never talked about my team, huh? Heres a selfie of me and my best buds from a while back. Ask me anything about 'em!

[medstudent03]

My Six Week Plan!

Late again? Nooo... Couldn't possibly be me 😅 🥲

This week wasn't too busy, I just had a really busy weekend. Had my exam on Wednesday, followed by some free ice cream my uni was giving away, then had two different Dr appointments on Friday morning. I went charity shopping with my friend Friday afternoon, then we wore our new clothes out to dinner, and had a picnic on Sunday that turned into a movie night.

Skin!

I've fallen behind in my skincare routine this week, mostly because I've been having late nights and even later mornings. I'm still taking my antibiotics but they've been making me really sick, so I'm gonna take a break from them next week. I'm getting plenty of sun though, and my skin always clears up a little when I get sun.

Academics!

I had my last exam on Wednesday! I'm not sure I did well, but it's all over now and I don't even need to think about it until September. This is the end of the Academic section of my plan, but I'll share my results when I get them.

Weight!

I've been avoiding weighing myself this week, but since I sent my mum a selfie on Friday and her response was to ask if I want to try to lose weight with her over summer, I'll assume I'm not doing too well. I don't think I ate too much this week and I definitely noticed I was binging less, so that's good!

I have another full week approaching. More shopping on Tuesday, looking for prom dresses in a neighboring town (ours is awful for shopping). I'll be at the drs all day on Thursday (the nurse even warned me to clear my schedule!), then it's our prom on Saturday. The idea is a fair/festival type thing on the day and a formal dance overnight. There'll even be a "survivor's photo" at 5am on the Sunday, so I've taken that as a personal challenge to still be there for the photo!

See you next week! 🩷

[twwpress]

Weekly Press Briefing #41: April 2nd - April 8th

Welcome back to the Weekly Press Briefing, where we bring you highlights from The West Wing fandom each week, including new fics, ongoing challenges, and more! This briefing covers all things posted from April 2 - April 8, 2023! Did we miss something? Let us know; you can find our contact info at the bottom of this briefing! 

Challenges/Prompts:

No current challenges or prompts that we know of this week! Do you have a challenge or event you’d like us to promote? Be sure to get in touch with us! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.

Photos/Videos:

Here’s what was posted from April 2 - April 8. 

Amy Landecker posted a photo of herself with Otis the boxer.

Amy Landecker posted a weekly roundup of photos of her and Brad with their pets.

Bradley Whitford posted a funny screenshot of him getting an email from himself. 

Bradley Whitford posted a photo of his dogs snuggling.

Janel Moloney posted a selfie where she’s twinning with Heather Severs. 

Janel Moloney posted a photo of a magnolia tree blooming in Brooklyn. 

Janel Moloney posted a throwback photo of herself and a friend on their graduation day. 

Janel Moloney posted a photo of a Good Friday event happening in her neighborhood. 

Josh Malina posted the logo for Leopoldstadt’s Broadway Show League baseball team. 

Josh Malina posted the cover of Backstage Magazine, which he’s featured on. 

Josh Malina posted a video of himself and Tom Stoppard appearing on Morning Joe. 

Kim Webster posted a photo of herself in a lot of blue tulle with a funny caption. 

Marlee Matlin posted a TikTok of her dog eating matzah along with a wish for a happy Passover. 

Rob Lowe posted a photo of himself under the Unstable billboard in Times Square. 

Rob Lowe posted a video of himself talking about nepo babies on Good Morning America. 

Rob Lowe posted a video of himself talking on the view about his sobriety journey and getting to share it now with his son.

Rob Lowe posted photos and video of himself and his son Johnny appearing on Late Night with Seth Meyers. 

Rob Lowe posted photos of himself and his son Johnny appearing on the Drew Barrymore show. 

Rob Lowe made a post promoting his live show Stories I Only Tell My Friends playing in Las Vegas June 9 and 10. 

Rob Lowe posted a video with quotes from and screenshots of his character on Unstable. 

Rob Lowe made a post comparing himself and his son Johnny to Tom Sandoval and Tom Schwartz.  

Donna Moss Daily: April 2 | April 3 | April 4 | April 5 | April 6 | April 7 | April 8

Daily Josh Lyman: April 2 | April 3 | April 4 | April 5 | April 6 | April 7 | April 8

No Context BWhit:  April 2 | April 3 | April 4 | April 5 | April 6 | April 7 | April 8

This Week in Canon:

Welcome to This Week in Canon, where we revisit moments in The West Wing that occurred on these dates during the show’s run.

Season 1, Episode 18: Six Meetings Before Lunch aired on April 5, 2000.

Season 2, Episode 18: 17 People aired on April 4, 2001.

Season 3, Episode 17: Stirred aired on April 3, 2002.

Season 4, Episode 19: Angel Maintenance aired on April 2, 2003.

Season 6, Episode 22: 2162 Votes aired on April 6, 2005.

Season 7, Episode 16: Election Day aired on April 2, 2006.

 Edits/Artwork

#JOSHDONNA: all i need is on the other side of the door by @therollyjogerYT [VIDEO EDIT]

#ABBEYANDJED: i won’t hurt you anymore. by @livsbenson [VIDEO EDIT]

Editors’ Choice: 

April 4th was the anniversary of Josh and Donna’s anniversary! (Or not-anniversary, depending on who you ask.) Here are a few of our favorite Josh/Donna fics relating to their “anniversary”, for we are fans of occasion!

call it what you want to by mikaylawrites | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | These flowers are undoubtedly some strange Joshism that will take her another full year to puzzle out, but she’s no longer sure they’re the mean-spirited jab she initially assumed they were.

 Donna has a complicated relationship with April fourth.

 Admissible Evidence by tornandfrayed | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete |  “Anyway, I was wondering, can I still send you flowers in February?”

 A Man of Occasion by Arpad_Hrunta | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Even working on separate campaigns, Josh remembers to send flowers to Donna on their anniversary. In April. Donna decides to talk to him about this. Set in Season 6. One-shot.

 S.W.A.L.K. by auditoryeden | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | He's sent her flowers, and not just a grocery-store bouquet or the sort of flowers a florist might call "emergency level one". These flowers are at least emergency level five, possibly even emergency level “I-cheated-on-you-with-a-teenage-hooker”.

 In Full Bloom by eowyn_of_rohan | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | "This is the first time you sent me flowers in April that I actually welcomed.”

 affections and affectations by joshatella (shuuuliet) | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | In which Josh goes to the florist to pick out flowers for Donna for their "anniversary" and is confronted by the feelings he's been trying to avoid.

 Flowers and a Few Forevers by JessBakesCakes | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Donna’s given him nearly fourteen years of marriage, and a family he’d honestly never thought he’d have - in return, he’s given her flowers. Nothing he can give her seems like enough. But he’ll spend the rest of his life and a few more forevers trying. (Present Day Josh and Donna!)

Fics:

Presenting your weekly roundup of fics posted in the tag for The West Wing on Archive of Our Own. If you are so inclined, please be sure to leave the authors some love in the form of kudos or comments. Be mindful of posted warnings/tags for each story.

 Josh/Donna

Domestic Days by spooky_spacegirl | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

Where He Needs to Be… by JayeReid1 | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

baby, isn’t it crazy by dusktillmidnight | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

feel the edges start to burn by  dusktillmidnight | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

Search & Rescue by pipisafoat | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

The Theory of Entropy by Jane_3yr3 | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

 C.J./Danny

None of Us are More than Caretakers by onekisstotakewithme for daylight_angel, miabicicletta, Luppiters, hondagirll | Rated T | Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg | In Progress

Ten Weeks by Jxjxjx | Rated T | Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg | In Progress

 Other Pairings/Gen Fic

One Cream, Two Sugars by arborealstops (Ted Lasso crossover) | Rated G |  C.J. Cregg & Trent Crimm, C.J. Cregg/Kate Harper | Complete

it started off with a kiss... now it ended up like this by imawkwardlysoc | Rated G | Sam Seaborn/Original Female Character | In Progress

Still Here by TemperanceCain | Rated T | Jed Bartlet & Josh Lyman, Josh Lyman & Leo McGarry | Complete

the divine office by violet_storms | Rated M | Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet | Complete

In Conversation with Ronna Beckman by Hackney123 | Ronna Beckman, Annabeth Schott, Original Characters (no pairings listed) | Complete

A Different Life by PreppyPrincess5103 (JAG crossover) | Rated M | Sarah "Mac" MacKenzie/Sam Seaborn | In progress 

sleep through the night by Anonymous | Rated T | Jed Bartlet & C. J. Cregg & Josh Lyman & Leo McGarry & Sam Seaborn & Toby Ziegler (no pairings listed) | Complete

 Multiple Pairings

Paradise City by casliyn | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Josh Lyman & Donna Moss, Amy Gardner/Josh Lyman | In Progress

Golden State by miabicicletta for Luppiters, onekisstotakewithme, hondagirll, ballroompink, stars_inthe_sky | Rated M | Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

Donnatella Moss from Wisconsin by loliwrites | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Donna Moss/Jack Reese | Complete

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