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All Seeing, All Knowing, All Loving Part 14

Warning: Cringe texting

Summary: ^

Notes: I love you guys but I’m lazy for formatting don’t hate me (it’s better on ao3)

Word count: 1,204

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Several things were becoming abundantly clear to you.

One, you wanted to fuck Ghost.

Two, Ghost knew this.

Three, he thought he had it in the bag. And that, you took issue with. You were going to fuck him, but you wanted him to work for it; you wanted him to be down on his knees begging.

How exactly you were going to achieve this, you hadn’t quite figured out yet. All you knew for sure was that your ego needed a little more flattering and that Ghost’s needed to be taken down a peg.

You had some vague plans, and one of them had come into motion the second you got a text on your phone from the man himself, when you’d woken up for the second time on Sunday, having already had one rude awakening.

‘Unknown Number: New number. Know you missed texting me. ;-)’

Thank God he hadn’t seen the desperation in your texts on his last phone. This was a chance for a clean slate.

‘You: How’s the photo capabilities on your new phone?’

‘Ghost: Dirty bird. I’ll upgrade.’

‘You: For pictures of Soap and Roach you pervert.’

‘Ghost: Sure love.’

God the man was smug. Although, the mere idea of pictures from you had him buying a whole new phone? He wasn’t shy about his desire for you. Not to mention, it hadn’t even been half a day since he’d left your home, and he’d already sent you a text from his new phone? He was definitely down bad. And you were going to take advantage of that. But, for now, you were going to play it cool.

‘You: Anywaysss! How did the medical go?’

‘Ghost: Fit as a butchers dog.’

‘You: ? Are butcher's dogs especially healthy?’

‘Ghost: Ours was. :-)’

That was new.

‘You: You were a butcher?’

‘Ghost: Was a butcher's apprentice before I joined the military.’

You wondered if that was around the time he’d taken the picture for his drivers licence. Simon Riley the butcher. Well, he could keep the moniker; you imagine he did just as much butchering.

‘Ghost: I can show you how to properly handle meat. ;-)’

Of course. However, there was something cute about the fact that he’d sent you another text after you hadn’t replied for a mere minute. Did he even know what double texting was? You doubted that; he didn’t even seem to know how to use emojis. It was fun to go back to a pre-emoji time, like a throwback to your early teen years.

‘You: Yeah, I bet you’re a master at handling meat. Twat.’

‘Ghost: Happy to show you. ;-)’

‘You: In your dreams.’

‘Ghost: Yes. :-)’

You needed to stop. Either he was masterful at drawing you into playful banter, or you were easy. Regardless, you actually had things to do today, so you couldn’t spend all day flirting with Ghost over text.

‘You: I’ve got to get ready to go out. Talk to you later.’

‘Ghost: Think of me. ;-)’

Incorrigible.

Now, it was time for the second part of your first plan. Today, you were meeting the girls in town for a little window shopping and coffee, which gave you a convenient excuse to get dressed up, and you thought you knew who would appreciate a picture of your outfit. You spent far longer than usual picking out your clothes, trying to find the perfect mix of slutty enough to tease him but not slutty enough that your friends would notice. It was a hard bargain.

You figured it out pretty quickly. You could wear a mini skirt if you just stuck a jumper and a big jacket over it. You put your hair up in a bun that took a deceptively long amount of time to look like you’d just thrown it up, with you having to repeat the whole process three times until you finally got something you liked.

By the time you’d got around to doing your makeup, you were already over it, still irritated by your hair's inability to behave, but you stuck with it, giving yourself winged eyeliner, and several coats of mascara. There was no way you were going to faff trying to do your lips, so you just stuck with basic lip balm to complete your look.

With everything finished, you went to the long mirror in your room, having to give it a thorough clean before you could actually take any pictures. Ghost was worth it, that was unquestionable, but it didn’t make it any less of a faff. You were already out of breath, and you hadn’t even really done anything. How were you supposed to get across a slutty vibe with plausible deniability? Upskirt shot was out of the question. For now. Instead, you went with a classic pose, standing in front of the mirror, hand on your waist, resisting the urge to hold it up in a peace sign, your lips slightly pouted. Of course, you took a good dozen photos so you had a good range to choose from, hemming and hawing over which one was best before you finally decided.

From start to the finish, the whole process had taken about three hours, and the entire end result was a simple text that belied none of your efforts.

‘You: what do you think of my outfit? :) (image)’

There was no instant reply from him this time. You frowned at your phone, but it didn’t summon a text from him, so you just stuck it in your handbag and pretended you didn’t care, as though that would make the time until his next message shorter. Never worked before, but never stopped you from trying regardless.

In the time it took for you to put your coat and shoes on, and give Soap and Roach enough fuss that you didn’t feel guilty leaving them behind, you actually did get a response. You liked that about Ghost. He didn’t fuck about with long waiting times. Well, except for the weeks prior, but that didn’t count; his phone was blown up.

‘Ghost: Let me take you out instead. Anywhere you want.’

The offer was tempting. But you weren’t about to ditch your girls for Ghost. Even if it did take every fibre of your strength not to.

‘You: N o. I’m not ditching my mates for you.’

‘Ghost: Tease.’

‘You: Am not! Was just showing my outfit!’

‘Ghost: You know what you do to me.’

Shit, you were going to be late if you kept letting him distract you. There was just something about texting him that made you feel like a smitten teenager again.

‘You: Going out now! Byeeee’

‘Ghost: See you tonight :-)’

‘You: ???’

‘Ghost: I’m giving you a lift home. Just let me know when you need me.’

Oh, you liked that. You hadn’t even kissed him yet, and he was already your personal chauffeur?

‘You: Fine, will let you know.’

‘Ghost: That’s my girl ;-)’

With that, you locked your phone and stuffed it in the deepest recesses of your bag, knowing that you’d succumb to the temptation of texting him all day otherwise, and set out to catch the bus into town, already running late.

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One year of Andor shit later....

Well, almost. In fact, a month from today will be the one-year anniversary of this ridiculous blog! And in celebration of all the crazy times we've had, I'm planning a week full of extra special shit.

From June 23 to 29, we'll have extra crap going on every day, and I need your help for some of it. Here's what we've got:

Sunday, June 23 - Starting a brand-new, GIANT poll tournament for this week only! (topic is a secret for now unless you're in the discord)

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Wednesday, June 26 - the triumphant return of Wandor Wednesday Wars!!! subject TBA

Thursday, June 27 - Throwback Thursday, revisiting your old favorite posts and moments from a year of stupidity. let me know what they are!

Friday, June 28 - Character Appreciation Friday, but YOU submit your most appreciated characters

Saturday, June 29 (actual anniversary) - Shitpost Submission Saturday, any other submissions you've got will get posted, plus whatever else I can think of

As you can see, this is going to require y'all to share all your deranged ideas and brilliant thoughts with me. Do that at any point in the next month, just let me know what you're submitting for! I'll reblog this several times before any of this starts, as a reminder.

In the meantime, thank y'all (nearly 600 of you!!!) for being here and continuing to show love for this fucking incredible show!!! I don't know where I'd be without it or you <3

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Silk from their soul (20)

The Ghoul / Cooper Howard x f!reader [no use of y/n]

Rated: T Words: 2k Summary: Interception

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She doesn’t make it fucking easy for him.

He’d thought her tame, a little naïve, too soft for the world as it was. It made sense, she was a throwback, like him, from a gentler time when you didn’t have to scratch and claw and kill your way to tomorrow.

But just like him, she had a stubborn streak.

He’d relieved her of his gear while she slept off the effects of the tranq. He’d already recovered his hat and coat from that poor girl he’d scared the living daylights out of. His bounty had been nice enough to restock for him and he’d added the various sundries to his stash. Then he’d thrown her over his shoulder and headed east. No use wasting daylight. 

He’d trussed her up like a Sunday roast when he made camp. There had been a small amount of hesitation when he ran his hands over her body, reaching under her skirts to check there would be no surprises when she woke up spitting mad.

And boy did she.

She rolled to her knees immediately, bound hands not slowing her down one bit. He’d be the first to admit that seeing her like that, eyes flashing fire while she knelt in the dirt, made his blood stir. 

He was still a man, after all.

“Mrph mmrmm hrffnnn.”

“What was that?” He holds a mocking hand to his ear, “I didn’t quite catch it.”

She glares and he grins in return. The handkerchief in her mouth, tied into a knot behind her head, had been a last minute idea. But judging by that look on her face she was ready to read him the riot act. He took perverse pleasure that she couldn’t.

“Mmrmnn hrjj oohlm-” her eyes widen and she chokes, body convulsing. Another shudder and she starts struggling in earnest, eyes bulging.

“Shit,” he grunts, striding over and dropping to a knee next to her. He cuts at the bandana with a knife, using his other hand to pull it away.

She fucking head butts him.

He sees stars even as she’s scrambling away, getting her feet under her and sprinting off into the night. It takes him only a second to catch up, grabbing her by the back of her dress and slamming her into the wall so hard her teeth clack together and her head bounces off the brick.

“Nice bit of acting,” he tells her, a touch breathless, “suppose you got that from your donor?”

She spits in his eye. “Fuck you.”

With deliberate calmness he wipes it off with his fingers, turning his hand and shoving them into her mouth. “We already did, or did you forget?”

He pulls back before she can bite down, and a good thing too. He’d have been two short if he’d waited any longer. She’s got fire in her eyes and her breasts are pressing to his chest with each shuddering exhale she lets out. 

He’s never wanted to fuck anyone so badly in his life.

One of his hand clamps on the back of her neck and he jerks her face up to meet his eyes. Those full pink lips are calling out to him, the scent of her sinking into his bones and for a moment he thinks he might do anything she says. Fall to his knees right there and worship her.

“You promised,” she whispers shakily and he tilts his head in a question. “No kissing. You promised. Or was that a lie too?”

“You really going to play the ‘who lied to who’ game with me, darlin’?”

“I never lied to you.”

She looks so sincere, so beautiful, he has to let her go. Has to take a step back and clear his head. “You’d be the first not to.”

She sags back against the wall, eyes closing. “Ever think that might be a flaw with you?”

A laugh barks out of him and for a moment their eyes meet with something almost like a smile. Then she wavers, her eyes cutting away. “So you’re really going to do it? Turn me in?”

“If it’s not me it’ll be someone else. The caps he’s put on your head - ain’t no where you can hide from that.”

“Not on my own.”

Something twists inside of him. She sounds so lost that for a second he forgets that she’s the one who ran away from him. That she’d left him fuck-drunk and stupid and taken his gear. Stolen his caps.

He wants to tell her she should have thought of that before she fucked him over.

But her eyes have turned misty, a hiccuping sob escaping her and she slides down the wall until she’s huddled on the ground, face buried in her hands. He ain’t stupid enough to get close to her again but he offers her what comfort he has.

“Ah darlin’, it ain’t as bad as all that.” She peeks at him from between her fingers even as he crouches nearby. “This Nero guy wants you unharmed, that’s probably a good sign.”

“Has it occurred to you that he only wants that so he can hurt me himself?”

Apparently it hadn’t because the thought makes him frown. He idly scoops up a small rock and studies it. “Is that true?”

“He wants me to be his wife.”

Even he’s not enough of an ass to insist that might be a good thing. He sighs as he tosses the rock away. “Could be worse though.”

“Locked in a room and raped whenever he remembers I exist? Please, enlighten me as to how.”

“Tortured,” he offers after a moment.

“How like a man to think rape isn’t torture.”

That knocks the wind out of him and he rises, taking a step away and looking out at the desert. He knew he’d done worse things to people. Hell, he’d done exactly this to some number over the years - returning women to less than exemplary situations. And sometimes men too.

But none of them knew his name.

“Darlin’,” he starts with a rough sigh but she cuts him off.

“Please leave me alone,” she whispers. “I won’t - I’m not going to fight you anymore just please… leave me alone.”

He does.

☢ ☢ ☢

The next day dawns and she’s still there, curled into a ball at the wall. She doesn’t meet his eye when he pulls her to her feet with a hand under her elbow. And she doesn’t say a word when he offers her water, obediently tilting her head back while he pours for her.

“Darlin’,” he tries again but she moves away.

“East, right? The Stateline?”

She doesn’t wait for his response, trekking off with her hands bound in front of her. He trails after her with a frown.

“Why’d you run off before?”

She stumbles and he’s by her side in an instant, helping her up. She doesn’t acknowledge him, continuing on as soon as she has her feet under her.

“Wouldn’t you?”

“Well we’ve already determined I’m my own kind of asshole, but why’d you do it?”

“I wasn’t going to let you turn me in.” She laughs, the sound raw and sad, “And look at where that got me.”

His eyes narrow on her back. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I found the reward poster, not like you were trying to hide it. I figured I should make my break before I was no longer able to.”

Well shit. That put a whole ‘nother spin on things.

He grabs at her arm, pulling her to a stop. “You weren’t planning it from the start?”

“Planning what?” she looks at him incredulously. “That I’d wake up one morning to find you waiting for me? That I made it rain leeches or had that deathclaw track us? No, no, you’re right, I’m a criminal mastermind. I got myself shot so I could lure you into my bed and…” she runs out of steam and he notices a tear slipping from the corner of her eye. “Yeah, that’s it. I let you do all those things to me just so I could steal two guns I could buy at any trader and a nasty hat.”

Well, when she put it that way…

“My hat ain’t nasty.”

“It smells,” she says with a sniffle before turning away from him. “And so do you.”

He knew he didn’t exactly smell like petunias but it still stung. And he knew he was focusing on that to avoid the looming issue he wasn’t ready to face.

This was all his fault.

“Got my caps too.”

That got her riled up. “You and your fucking caps. I hope you choke on one. No, I hope someone shoves one up that hole of a nose you have and-”

He was interested to see where she would go with that but a cough cuts her off and he realizes he’s let his guard down. Has let someone sneak up on them - again. Three men, two aiming their shotguns at him and the last, the last is aimed squarely at her.

And unlike the last group, these three look like they know what they’re doing.

“Well fuck me, if it ain’t the Ghoul,” the one closest says with a low whistle. “Thought you finally died.”

“Not yet,” he grins in return, keeping his hands where they can see them. He wouldn’t ordinarily bother, he would survive most things, but he wasn’t about to risk her life again.

“Good for you. Unfortunately, I have some bad news too.”

Yeah, they were gonna start shooting any moment. He could duck and cover, probably take them out with only a few shots to himself, but he wasn’t sure he could keep her safe. It was too open out here, nowhere to hide other than where they were.

“I thought you might,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. Next to him she’s taking deep steadying breaths, eyes closed while she whispers something to herself. He considers telling her… hell, he doesn’t know what. Goodbye maybe.

“This isn’t necessary,” she calls out before he can decide. She’s got that wide, friendly, smile on her face - the one she wears when she’s about to work that weird interpersonal mojo of hers. “He was taking me to the same place you were. Is there some reason we can’t all go together?”

They blink at her dumbly and he resists the urge to make a sarcastic remark. There’s about 5,000 reasons they can’t travel together, every one of ‘em worth more than his hide. But she’s still smiling, walking towards them now and giving them each her full attention in turn.

“I know that I, for one, would feel much safer knowing he was there. That I won’t come to harm.”

Ah, that’s the ticket. The men exchange looks and the one closest to her clears his throat. “Begging your pardon, but I’m more worried about him harming us.”

“Then he’ll give up his guns,” she says and he glares at her. “All his weapons. And I’ll come with you willingly. As long as you don’t hurt him.”

The three confer once more and then their apparent leader nods. “Fine. Tell him to drop his gun belt and kick it over this way.”

She finally turns back to him, head held high and he can’t help but think she looks like a queen. “You heard him.”

He grunts as he divests himself, dropping his rifle and pistol to the ground and kicking them away. He holds his hands up after, stepping up next to her. “Hope you know what you’re doing.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re welcome.”

☢ ☢ ☢

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bat splat thank youuu for saying the pecco jorge rivalry is just for pecco as opposed to having the specter of Vale hanging over it. I want to ask tho, I have been seeing people say the only reason pecco wins the race is because he copies jorge's setup throughout friday/saturday/Sprint. Wanted your opinion on this because I have also heard that Pecco gives decent engineering input and builds his race slowly over the weekend. Was just confused about how much data sharing can actually help, and how much does it help with the ducati specifically!! Have a nice day, love your posts

have a good day too, anon!! and I will gladly spread the pecco narrative independence agenda!! it's something I really do like about the rivalry - expanded a bit in the comments under this, but it's neat to have something that really is Just Pecco's. from inception it's very much his own rivalry, his own narrative... idk, this sport is too reliant on valentino to provide any kind of narrative tension, and it's just sort of refreshing to see this multi-year narrative play out that has fuck all to do with that guy. enough

on the set-up copying, obviously that is bullshit. I mean, to be clear, I'm sure pecco absolutely copies the set-ups of other ducati riders, but that's very much a mutual process - it's something that benefits all the ducati riders, and they've all openly spoken about this. it's very helpful to be able to see the data from seven other riders!! that's a big part of why ducati has been so bloody good!! the main difference is that jorge tends to be faster from the start of the weekend, whereas pecco tends to take time to reach his level. which I suppose makes some people draw the conclusion that pecco is only fast once he's copied someone's set-up. again, this isn't the case - it is just a difference in approaches. points come... well, unfortunately, not just on sunday anymore, but they certainly do not come on a friday. pecco knows this, which is also why sometimes he's not even trying to top an fp1 session - this year there have been quite a few instances of jorge but not pecco throwing on a fresh set of tyres towards the end of fp1 and setting a particularly impressive lap time. there's also nothing wrong with THAT approach, jorge is playing to his strengths, but at a certain point we're just talking different run plans

(there is also a very obvious logical fallacy with this line of reasoning. if you are copying someone's set-up, then by definition you have the same set-up as them. and if you beat someone with the same set-up, then it stands to reason that you were riding better than them. sure, you can argue the success is less earned because your team... idk, just lazed around all weekend, but at the end of the day surely you still cannot be a bad rider if you are getting more out of another rider's set-up than they themselves are able to manage)

and yeah, pecco is known for giving good feedback! just being a good learner in general. here, actually, a little throwback from start of 2019 where pecco's crew chief gabarrini (who also ofc has worked with casey, lorenzo and briefly with marc) compared pecco and marc:

"A driver - all of them do this - starts at a certain level and ends the day at a higher level. What makes the difference is starting again where you were. Few have this quality: it often happens that a driver sets good times - without knowing why, without being aware of how he got there. The 'good' ones, on the other hand, have this characteristic: they achieve a result and know why they did it," explained the chief technician. Gabarrini even goes so far as to compare the MotoGP rookie with the current world champion: "I saw this quality in Márquez: I was with him when he made his debut in the MotoGP World Championship. His ability to not forget what he had learned impressed me. Once he had understood an aspect of the riding style, the set-up or any other thing to be faster, he had it in him forever. Pecco also has this quality." "In Valencia we started with a base similar to the one Lorenzo used: on paper it suited Bagnaia, based on what you could understand when you saw him riding a Moto2 bike. From then on, the normal changes to the set-up were made so that he could ride the bike as he liked. In the meantime, Pecco has worked enormously to adapt his style to the Ducati."

and there you have it - pecco's good at progressively getting better at stuff, including over the course of the weekend. as for the set-up copying thing, partly it's just typical competitive paranoia (even though it feels like the fans are currently doing it more than the riders). back in the day, valentino and jorge used to have the world's dumbest arguments about this every other week. led to one of my all time fave messy jb moments:

god I miss that guy so badly. they don't do ride-or-die like that anymore

the point is that both sides were engaging in pretty silly mudslinging, just kind of for the vibes of it. valentino/jb trying to get under jorge's skin and jorge a bit more earnestly aggrieved. as ever, if you want to read more about how that particular era of jorge/valentino unfolded, see here. this is just to say, this kind of faffing about is a tale as old as time and it's always a bit silly... you had jorge say that it was impossible for them anyway to copy each other's data in the very same answer as he accused valentino of copying his set-up. like, I'm sorry, I am not going to take this seriously. a lot of sports is about having dumb arguments

and yeah, again, pecco does gradually build up his level over the weekend. more of a valentino than a casey, it's fair to say. and that'll hurt him in the sprint format - which I talked about a bit recently while going through casey's latest interview about how sprints are satan's providence:

so yeah, casey thinks that if anything there isn't enough time to work on set-up, and mat oxley thinks it's rubbish to say pecco relies on sprint data to be better on sunday. (as I said in that post, I do find it fun if unsurprising that casey is so virulently anti-sprints, because you'd think a lot of aspects of the format - including less time for everyone for working on set-ups - really would have suited him. keeping it real.) so on the whole... y'know. maybe he just gets better over the course of the weekend. it's been known to happen. there's actually some pretty significant ways in which the current version of the sport isn't all that pecco-friendly, from the shitty michelin front tyre we're keeping for another year to the sprint format we appear to be stuck with. it's just that he also happens to be on the best bike - and the fact that he's winning a lot but simultaneously isn't highly rated by fans makes people want to believe that the current series is 100% ideal for him

a lot of fans are loathe to admit pecco might actually be a good rider so they'll find basically everything to justify that prior. including getting into increasingly conspiratorial territory. but my actual take is this - if pecco has been gaming the system so expertly that he is somehow the only guy able to take full advantage of everyone else's data, so shrewd and cunning that he can spread magic dust on his bike so that he suddenly leaps ahead of jorge, such a dastardly operator that he can steal the set-up that poor jorge perfected on friday morning to fix his bike five minutes before the sunday race, then... good. I support it. I hope he's cheating. the more unearned the success is, the better in my books. long live corporate espionage and foul play

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfics - Sickfic

Words: 984 🥲

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TW for non graphic mentions of vomiting and covid

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The Marauders had booked a cottage by the sea for a fortnight. Lily and James hadn’t been away since their honeymoon and Pete needed a break after his recent breakup with Sybil. (She told him she didn’t see a future with him, it was brutal.)

The plan was for Remus and Sirius to drive down on Friday, do a big food shop, and wait for the others to show up on Monday. Sirius had been thanking whatever gods arranged cricket matches for Pete and James’ team having one organised for the Sunday afternoon.

Since Remus had moved into his own place the previous year, Sirius had realised a couple of things. The first being that he couldn’t cook, at all. Remus was by no means a chef, but he understood what flavours went together somehow and how to know when things were cooked. The second was that he was absolutely head over heels in love with his best friend and had been for a long time.

There had been a very confusing drunken conversation with James where he was baffled to learn that James didn’t also want to lick Remus’ neck every time he reached for a mug in the top cabinet. He had peer-reviewed this data by asking Pete, Gideon, Fabian, Dorcas, Marlene, Mary, Lily, and Benjy Fenwick the same thing. None of them saw ‘neck licking’ as a platonic activity and among them, only Benjy was also interested in licking Remus’ neck, which, honestly, only made Sirius want to invite him to hang out with them all less.

But he’d figured it out eventually and now he was excited for a weekend of domestic bliss with his Moony before the others arrived. Just like old times.

Things started to go wonky on the drive down. Remus had developed a splitting headache somewhere around Bristol and Sirius took over driving. By the time they reached Plymouth, Remus was asleep.

They hadn’t made it halfway across Cornwall before Remus declared that Sirius needed to pull over immediately. He flung himself from the car and almost instantly vomited into the hedge. After five minutes of Remus propping himself against the hedge while his body heaved, he stumbled back to the car. Sirius handed him a bottle of water, some mints, and a plastic bag.

“Just in case.” He said, giving Remus’ hand a squeeze. “Are you ok to keep going now, or do you want to find a cafe and take a break?”

“It’s less than half an hour now, might as well keep going,” Remus said, hoarsely.

“Alright, let me know if you change your mind. It’s not a big deal, even if we’re only five minutes away, ok?”

They made it to St Ives with only one further stop where Remus threw up the water. They checked into the cottage and Sirius got their bags in before going to park the car. When he got back, Remus was lying on the sofa under his coat. Sirius dragged him upstairs and got him settled in the master bedroom in a nest of pillows and blankets. Then he put the kettle on and made them both a cup of tea, knowing Remus would probably be asleep by the time it was drinking temperature. He went into the bathroom, sat down on the edge of the bath, and fired off a text to the group chat.

Pads

Moony is sick. He had a headache a few hours ago and he threw up and now he’s burning up and sleeping. Trying not to panic.

James

You’re just worried your Flat 6 throwback weekend might not happen lol

Pads

Fuck off

I’m genuinely worried about him

Pete

So, I also felt really ill today and I think I know what’s wrong with him

Lily

Fuck.

Are you ok Pete? Do you need anything?

James

No way 😭 oh shit is that why I’m so achy?

Lily

Fuuuuuuuuuck

Pads

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!

Ok, nobody panic.

James

You’re the only one panicking

Pads

Yeah well, I meant me.

Ok, cool, so we both have covid probably. How do I get a test? I don’t even have a mask to go and get one.

Lily

You know Remus will have packed masks just in case. He has an emergency supply of everything I swear.

Pads

Ooh, good call.

I don’t want to wake him up but I’m not going to go through his bags.

Dilemma!

Moony

I can hear you pacing in the bathroom

I have masks

backpack front pocket

Lily

Re!

Are you ok?

Moony

No

Goodnight

Sirius went back into the bedroom and found Remus sitting up against the pillows.

“I’m dizzy when I lie down. It’s like being drunk.”

“That’s the worst.” Sirius knelt down and found the masks in Remus’ backpack. “I’m gonna go to Boots, get some tests and some cold and flu stuff. Will you be ok for ten minutes?”

“I’m sick, not an infant.” Remus rolled his eyes. “Thanks, sweetheart, you’re the best.”

As Remus snuggled back under the duvet, Sirius let himself out and headed across the road to Boots, trying not to implode at being called sweetheart, willing his hands to stop shaking.

He woke Remus up to swab his nose twenty minutes later and within seconds of putting the liquid on the test, it was positive.

“You’ve got covid, moons,” Sirius said quietly.

“I think you mean we’ve got covid. Let’s be real.” Remus groaned, “I wanted to go to the beach.”

“We’re here for two weeks, we’ll be able to go to the beach at some point.” Sirius perched next to him on the bed and pushed his hair back off his clammy forehead. “This time next week, we’ll be fine.”

Remus scoffed, “Speak for yourself.”

“Nah you’ll be fine. You’ve got me to look after you.” Remus smiled up at him sleepily and Sirius’s stomach did a flip. Oh, this was bad.

[sadesluvr]

harlem nights (pt.2)

ft. kook! pope heyward (obx) and chad meeks-martin (scream 5/6). choose your own ending! pt.1

POPE: 

Biting your lip, you turned to Chad and flashed him a pained look. You knew that if you went to speak to Pope it would almost certainly mean that your relationship would be over. It was all too clear by the way that you looked at each other that there were still feelings; palpable, longing that the lighter-skinned boy wouldn’t be able to turn a blind eye towards. 

“Chad, can I —“ 

“Speak to him? Go ahead,” he said bluntly, cutting you off. “I’ll see you later, or something…” 

He walked away, but not before flashing you both another look before inevitably disappearing into the crowd. Pope raised a brow, rubbing his chin to mask his smirk as he followed you aside, amused at your fake outrage. 

“You shouldn’t have done that.” 

“You know I didn’t do anything.” 

You scoffed. 

“Why did you bring up the bracelet? He could’ve knocked you out.” 

“So you still care about me?” 

“That’s not what I said.” 

“It’s implied,” Pope shrugged. “Besides, he didn’t.” 

You huffed, opting to tug at your roots as you paced in circles. Even you had to admit you were being dramatic. You’d gotten what you wanted – Pope’s attention, and inevitably his heart – but why did it feel so stilted?  

Pope just liked playing games. He always did. They amused him. 

He was so fucking cocky.  

But you loved it. 

“Ok,” you sighed, dropping your shoulders, a small smirk tugging at your lips. You crouched, mindful of the millilitres of liquor that was in your system, and perched yourself on the stairs of a Brownstone, with Pope staring up at you through his dark lashes. 

“Why are you really here? Shouldn’t you be having a party at one of your mansions?” 

“Keeping an eye on JJ,” he grinned, to which you rolled your eyes. “But he was the one to show me your story. I couldn’t miss the opportunity to see you in this outfit.” 

Classic. 

“You’re my girl, you know that?” He said, his voice dropping an octave as he stared into your soul, brown eyes as wide as a puppy’s. Pope inched closer, placing his hands on the side of your waist as he leaned down slightly, feeling his warm breath on your face. In these moments you remembered who Pope really was at heart – a dorky, lovesick boy who you’d been a fool to break up with. 

“I’ve never stopped thinking about you. You were the girl I was gonna marry, after all. Mom and Pop love you.” 

“I miss them…” you said softly, draping a hand around his neck, nails gently grazing at his curls. Cara and Heyward had always treated you like a daughter; inviting you to Sunday dinners and even attending your own tennis games. “I missed you.” 

“What about Chad?” 

“He’s a great guy, but…” you trailed off, knowing that Pope would want to coax your praise out of you. 

“Yeah, I know,” Pope grinned, your noses practically touching. “You don’t have to tell me, princess. Let me at it.” 

And right there, on a Brownstone in the sweltering heat to a throwback song, you once again made that oh-so forbidden skin on skin contact with Pope - the man you truly loved and had since the beginning.  

CHAD: 

“Nevermind him,” you announced to Chad frowning at Pope. You hated that he could be so antagonistic at times, no different to the frat boys like Rafe Cameron that he claimed to be so different than. “This was a mistake.”  

You’d come to your senses. Whilst Pope wasn’t evil, he was simply too smug for his own good. Unlike the heir to Heyward’s Seafood, Chad was far more grounded in the way you’d expect one who didn’t have a full-sized pool in their backyard to be. There was more to life than golf carts and tennis skirts; sometimes joy came from cheap beer and slightly smelly football jackets. 

“Thanks for requesting my song, babe,” you said sweetly, placing a gentle kiss on Chad’s cheek. “I’ll join ya. Pope, you’re welcome to watch.” 

You were sure the line made him burn with jealously. And maybe even turn him on.  

Without another word, you grinned and took Chad’s hand, leading him back to the centre of the piles of bustling bodies, hips immediately swaying upon the drop of a beat. 

To your surprise, the boy seemed stunned, catching the movement of your hips on his pelvis as he spoke into your ear.  

“What you did back there was kinda hot,” he beamed. “Didn’t know you felt like that for the Chadster.” 

“Chadster?” You guffawed.  

“Some stupid nickname Mindy came up with. I hate that it’s growing on me.” 

You giggled. He was such a dork. 

Snickering, you clung onto his strong torso as you lost yourself in the beat, making sure he felt every inch of your body writhe against him. This was what summer nights were for, dancing and hot, new romances as you forgot your troubles. As much as it pained you to admit that being with Chad was a somewhat difficult change (you were a country club princess, after all) it was one that you welcomed nonetheless. 

a/n: now if this were me we'd all be going to paris🤭🚂

[dadsandhorror]

Before naughty sideblogs were popular, people in roleplaying circles would always post their not sfw stuff on Sunday. We called it Sinday lmao. So, in a bit of a throwback—

If we’re being totally honest, David is not that great in bed. He’s always been very “matter of fact” about sex, not really knowing or trying much more than “stick it in and thrust” and hoping for the best. With it being a relatively infrequent thing for him, he doesn’t last that long either. The guy’s also hopeless when it comes to giving oral.

That being said, David may not be a great fuck, but he’s a pretty good lover. He’s good at communicating and he always tries to make it at least enjoyable for his partner. If you’re patient with him and outright tell him what to do, he’ll listen, and you can more or less “train” him to somewhat reliably get you off.

And now to get really not sfw -

As a sort of contrast to him being pretty lousy in bed, or maybe as a cosmic compensation, David’s pretty hung. His cock’s a little over 7 inches, and pleasantly plump. He just doesn’t know how to use it at all. Saggy dad balls, too.

He also cums a lot. Like I said, sex is pretty infrequent for him, and he tries to refrain from wanking for as long as possible. When he does finally get to unload, he’s always pretty backed up. Don’t worry tho, he’s had a vasectomy 👍

Bonus tweet @ him

[gallacrafts]

We've got two reveals for you this Sunday! So keep reading after the theme reveal for a Gallacrafts anniversary treat!

First, Theme 23 is

... 🥁 drumroll please🥁 ...

💫Stargazer Lilies, Motherfucker!💫

go forth, be merry and enjoy your fucking flowers!

posting day for Theme 23 is next Sunday July 16th! as always don't forget to tag @gallacrafts and use the tags #gallacrafts #theme 23 and #stargazer lilies motherfucker

💫

Read on for the Gallacrafts Anniversary project reveal!

A big shout-out and ✨THANK YOU✨ to all the artists who participated in Theme 21: Throwback Theme 2 in May!

The Gallacrafts Anniversary Shop is now open on Zazzle with all the May crafts on a variety of products so we can have our crafts not just on our screens and in our hearts but IN OUR HANDS AND IN OUR HOMES🤗

❓Some FAQ❓

Who made all this? 🎨All the crafts used in the shop came from the amazing artists who participated in May's theme, "Throwback Theme 2"/Gallacrafts Second Anniversary Project and were used in the shop with permission. The biggest thank you to those creators! @depressedstressedlemonzest @ian-galagher @tsuga-of-mars @suzy-queued @doodlevich @michellemisfit @deedala @vintagelacerosette @lingy910y @energievie @look-i-love-u @sleepyfacetoughguy @grumble-fish and @juliakayyy

How long will the store be up?⏰ Since this is going up a bit later than I wanted, the store will stay open at least through August so there's plenty of time to snag your crafts!

What kinds of products can I get?🎁 I tried to put each craft on a few different products and make them customizable as well but if you really really want something and can't create it let me know and I can try to add it.

What if I'm not in the US?📦Zazzle has international shipping so you should be able to get your gallacrafts delivered to just about every corner of the globe! Check out their shipping policy here for more info.

Are you making money off this?💸 We really wanted this to be as accessible as possible to as many people as possible. So we're NOT trying to make any money off of these crafts. Zazzle doesn't have a 0% markup option anymore, but I did set all the crafts to their absolute minimum which is 5%. (article for transparency)

The money thing pt 2.💸 I have no idea how popular this will be or how much we might make from that little 5%. So the plan is, if it ends up being over $25 in earnings (the minimum to withdraw funds from Zazzle), I'll donate the proceeds on behalf of gallacrafts/ our little fandom to the Trevor Project or a similar non-profit

[soon-palestine]

this is in 2016.

Jewish activists have been kicked out of an Illinois synagogue for supporting Palestinian rights.

On Sunday, a conference on how to combat the growing boycott, divestment and sanctions movement was held at Temple Beth-El, in Northbrook, a suburb of Chicago.

During a panel discussion, Michael Deheeger, a 32-year-old member of Jewish Voice for Peace-Chicago, interrupted the speakers, expressing his support for Palestinian rights.

The mostly older audience responded with a staggering degree of hostility. Deheeger compared the audience to racist whites in the Jim Crow South.

“It was a throwback to pictures I’ve seen of white protesters in the South trying to uphold segregation,” he told The Electronic Intifada.

Three other activists had disrupted the conference before Deheeger – video of their action is below. “If there had been one person after me, I don’t know what would have happened,” he said.

“Unhinged”

In the video at the top of this post, Deheeger, who is filming, can be heard repeatedly declaring, “I am Jewish, I support Palestinian human rights.”

As Deheeger is carted out by police, camera in hand, one enraged person after another jumps out of their seat to taunt and curse at him.

“You support killing Jews!” says one man. “Get the fuck out of here!” says another.

Near the end, a woman shouts, “Hitler! Hitler!”

“They were so unhinged,” Deheeger said. “One guy even came up and punched me in the arm.”

The rage is striking given that Deheeger’s statement was hardly controversial. He was simply stating that Palestinians are people worthy of human rights.

“I’m not even sure if they see us as people any more when we stand up and do this stuff,” he added, referring to the hatred for anti-Zionist Jews espoused by Zionists who remain deeply invested in Israel’s colonial project. “They see us as race traitors.”

“It really just highlighted the amount of racism and violence that’s intertwined with the issue of Israel and Palestine in the Jewish community. And it’s passed down to kids,” said Deheeger, recalling his own support for Zionism when he was still in high school.

JVP-Chicago disrupted the event, said Deheeger, to show that “all these organizations claiming to represent American Jews and conflating anti-Zionism and criticism of Israel with anti-Semitism – they don’t speak for us.”

Wrong side of history

Chaired by the Republican congressman Bob Dold and Democratic state lawmaker Scott Drury, the panel at the conference included representatives from nearly every major Jewish communal organization across the political spectrum.

Dold is a chief sponsor of the Combating BDS Act of 2016, a piece of federal legislation that would authorize local and state governments to punish authorities that take measures against Israel or firms that abet its abuses of Palestinian rights.

A similar bill, which passed in Illinois last year, has been proposed in several state legislatures across the country.

Before being kicked out, Deheeger filmed this video of part of the panel discussion.

Assaf Grumberg, a former communications officer in the Israeli military now working for the Israel-funded pressure group StandWithUs, can be heard advising Jewish students to “build relationships with other groups on campus besides what you feel comfortable with.”

“If you have a friend who’s African American, who’s a member of Black Lives Matter and you’re genuinely interested in their movement then you need to go to your friend and have a conversation” about Israel, Grumberg says.

Grumberg echoes concerns raised by Zionist organizations in recent years about Palestine solidarity activists forging ties with other progressive organizations, particularly Black Lives Matter and immigrant rights groups.

Among the topics addressed in the panel were the growing efforts to push universities to divest from Israel or firms profiting from Israeli apartheid.

Bemoaning the “emotional strain” BDS campaigns have exacted on pro-Israel students, one panelist concludes that the best way to break campus divestment coalitions between Palestinians and other non-white student groups is to equate anti-Zionism with anti-Semitism.

The panelist was a student at Northwestern University, where the student government voted in favor of an Israel divestment resolution last year.

“The debate in our student government became not about Israel, it became about race privilege,” the speaker says.

“Senators in our student government will say, ‘we’re not anti-Jewish’ … but they’ll be convinced that they shouldn’t be Zionist because Zionism is a form of colonialism,” the speaker states. But “if it’s a new form of anti-Semitism then I think many student governments will not be so swayed by the tactics of BDS.”

As the audience applauds, the panelists are interrupted by Jews who strongly disagree.

Towards the end of the video, three young JVP-Chicago activists pop up from their seats to declare their support for Palestinian rights and BDS. Before they can get a word in, the crowd starts booing. A few seconds later a police officer shows up to escort the protesters out.

“As young Jewish progressives we support the boycott, divestment and sanctions movement in bringing about human rights and equality for Palestinians,” said 22-year-old JVP-Chicago activist Eli Massey in a statement following the protest.

“We are here to say that organizations like the Jewish United Fund and StandWithUs do not speak for all Jews, and on this issue are on the wrong side of history,” Massey added.

[lindsaywesker]

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

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

First of all, many thanks to everyone that got involved with Throwback Thursday on my page. Yesterday’s word was FIGHT and the responses were surprising. In fact, some were quite moving. Even though my friends are not violent, we are all fighters! Yes, maybe that’s what we all have in common? We are all strong and we are not afraid.

I will teach from 9.30-12.30 today, then I will rush home to make The Trouble her bacon sandwich. We are bad Jews but she really looks forward to that sandwich. In fact, if I say the word ‘bacon’ on this page, a lot of my friends get very excited.

Monday is a new term at the other place I teach so, on Monday, I will teach not one, not two but three different subjects in a day. Five hours of teaching with a one-hour lunch break. I’m ready, I wonder if they are? My students are often alarmed by me because I ask them questions and make them think. Most people don’t like thinking; it’s too much like hard work. The thing is: you need to exercise a brain the way you need to exercise a body. Use it or you lose it!

Yesterday’s headline in the Evening Standard, “BIGGEST HOUSE PRICE FALLS FOR 14 YEARS”. No shit, Sherlock! Let’s go and speak to the people visiting food banks. Maybe in the afternoon, they can buy that two-bedroom semi in Romford? Or, why don’t we speak to the really wealthy people, buying own-brand food from Tesco and scrambling around in the frozen section looking for ‘best before’ bargains? Maybe they will spend the afternoon purchasing a studio flat in Soho? Wanna know why no one is buying? Because nobody has any fucking money! Wanna know why? Because we are being screwed by energy companies, gas companies and supermarkets and, if the NHS goes private, we’ll have even less money! Security tags on formula milk and Lurpack butter? Really? The Standard actually suggested that, because of interest rate rises, buyers are “spooked”. No, buyers are broke! People that would like to buy are struggling to make ends meet and stand no chance of getting a mortgage! Seriously? A cabinet full of ‘economists’ and none of them knows how to fix the economy.

Yesterday, the weekend’s plans changed! We were going to spend Saturday night with one of our favourite people, but she has cancelled, so we will now dive down to Hove to see Lady Wesker. My brother is there too, and Mum has two lunch guests, so Sunday’s selfie will contain extra people! Could be a tricky manoeuvre? Whatever the weather, I will be strutting my stuff on the promenade on Sunday morning!

Really hope you can join me tomorrow at 1.00 p.m. for ‘The A-Z Of Mi-Soul Music’: the final part of The Letter M (Pt. 13). Doing The Letter N (Pt. 3) live from Soulstice on Saturday, June 24th.

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

[praecurokat]

Ted Lasso Finale Thoughts- So Long, Farewell... (I do not know what to think!)

this episode being an hour and 15 minutes..after being released at midnight... that's just cruel.. my brain cannot operate properly under such conditions..

congrats Tedbecca shippers! oop watched more.. sorry Tedbecca shippers...

most normal Beard and Jane appearance in the series at Rebecca’s house in the beginning

writers were bringing the dramatic flair in this episode! first that thing with Isaac dressed as a judge in the beginning, and then a musical number! idk how i feel about that..

speaking of the musical number, i must regretfully inform the masses that idk what the song is from.. pls lmk in the comments.. i see that it relates to the episode title

ah yes Jane acting totally normal by shredding Beard's passport.. total ✨ marriage material ✨

Trent's shirt says sat 17 may.. could this be significant?? everything in this show is..

"You know, that might be a tasty little treat for the diamond dogs.” “No. No. No. No!”-Roy, soon to become a Diamond Dog in a moment of desperation

wait did Trent name his manuscript the lasso way awww

“I only got into this to ruin Rupert's life, and he seems to be doing a pretty good job of that himself.”- Rebecca

So. Many. Throwbacks. Keeley saying “Is everybody decent?”, Jamie using lots of axe body spray like S1, the cleaner walking in on everyone, and way more i can’t think of

the complicated web that is royjamiekeeley is still being spun.. in the last episode..

“Must be awful for them, lying awake at night, haunted by how fucking easy they’ve had it!”- Mae, to Rebecca’s mom

Trent watching Ted read his book.. heart eyes emoji

the way Ted looks at him.. i meannn is this even subtext anymore?

“So you do laugh, but you don't do it until page.. 43?! And it wasn't even a big laugh!”- Trent, while Ted is reading his manuscript

"Whatever happens on Sunday, I want you to know I’m proud of you. All the work you’ve put in this year."- Roy to Jamie, before proceeding to fistfight with him later

Both Roy and Jamie seem very contemplative this ep. What are they thinking??

i am so concerned about the current royjamie feud over Keeley... what is gonna happen here???

“Would you please stay?” and “I know, I just had to try.”- Rebecca, about Ted

lmao Keeley kicking both Roy and Jamie out after they asked her to choose

“You stay put, Trenthouse magazine. You’re part of the squad now.”- Ted, to Trent

“Yeah. Someone better. Can people change?”- Roy, also this is a central tenet of this damn show

“I don’t think we change per se, as much as we just learn to accept who we’ve always been, you know?” -Trent’s most beautiful quote thus far

aww Nate finally got his diamond dogs reaction to Jade

George being Rupert’s coach sent me.. like you Really couldn’t find anyone else?

I hate Rupert but I love his dramatic slay coat swish moments.. again reminds me of Uther’s drama queen antics

“I prefer rugby, there’s just more grown men throwing other grown men into the air like children. And blood. Which is nice." - Barbara

Bloodthirsty and mysterious? Barbara is a serial killer or vampire confirmed.

“Never forget, I am always inside you.” -Zava’s note, which also came with a giant avocado

Zorro has truly entered his superhero arc and Dani Rojas is his genius creator

the fourth thing has to be 'Believe'.. aand it was? Right?

AFC Richmond Women’s club.. i sense a spinoff show opportunity…. or they could just do a show about Trent

George has begun a redemption arc!! (Telling Rupert to fuck off)

Rupert's desperation and misery at the end is not entirely unreminiscent of Rebecca at the start of S1

yesss Colin got his kiss on the pitch!!

haha the same? person from S1E1 taking pics w Ted in the airport

damn so Beard’s going home too, thought Jane would've locked him away in a safe or smth… nvm

omg Amsterdam man has a child.. hmmm Rebecca’s prophecy may still be fulfilled

Roy becoming manager feels natural

Ofc Trent renamed his book ‘The Richmond Way’… never let them know your next move

that montage at the end…so much to process....

beardjane wedding marking the end of the series.. good or bad omen for the future? i think bad

seems very fitting the series ending the opposite of how it began.. Rupert's life ruined, Rebecca in love and not owner of the club, Roy and Jamie healing and bonding w others around them, and Ted back in America with family.

[purplesurveys]

1895

How are you doing today? I think I'm doing okay. I felt terrible heading into the weekend and still feel it lingering to an extent, so I'm trying to recalibrate as much as I can because it's Monday again and I don't want to bring in my personal emotions to my work.

In any case, I'm still up (it's 12:40 AM) because Jin is going to be a torchbearer at the Olympics and he's slated to come on at ~2:30 AM hehe, so I'm using the waiting time as motivation to do some work early. I've already finished one Powerpoint I didn't need to do until Thursday, so I feel great about that!

What is the last song you listened to in a car? A Milli by Lil Wayne. It was on the radio and that particular station has a hip-hop and R&B lineup every Sunday, and they're usually able to kill it with the throwbacks.

Do you like prefer apple cider warm or cold? I've never tried that.

When did you last feel misunderstood? Friday.

Have you ever visited The Louvre or would you like to? I haven't, and I would like to.

Have you ever accidentally locked yourself out of your place of residence? Just once, and I was around 10. I had a roaming security guard help me back in.

Do you remember your favorite songs as a kid? I was obsessed with Avril Lavigne's Girlfriend because it had profanity in it and 9 year old me used to get a crazy adrenaline rush from saying "motherfucking" whenever no one was there to hear.

Do you currently feel calm? Yes, and it's such a wonderful feeling to have. I wish I can feel calm all the time, haha.

When did you last lace up a pair of shoes? Today.

What’s your go to comfort meal? Spicy tuna salad.

Do you enjoy cloud watching? When I'm in the mood for it, which admittedly doesn't come up often. It's calming when I do it, though.

Do you currently have any candles lit? Nopes.

If applicable, what’s your favorite sports team?

How many cardigans do you own? I have one, which funnily enough has gone missing. I haven't seen it for a few weeks now, come to think of it...

How much is too much for clothes? Idk, it's subjective for me. I don't typically bat an eye at how much luxury clothes can cost because...idk like it's always been that way I guess. But, and this is just one of very many specific examples, if a brand is going for a tattered, grubby aesthetic and sells a worn-out looking shirt for thousands of dollars, that's when I start to kind of make fun of it and the people who buy it.

How soon do you normally decorate for holidays? We only ever decorate for Christmas, and in our case and because my family is Filipino, we usually have our tree up by early October.

Are there any important things happening this week? We're dropping my dad off at the airport on Friday and it fucking sucks but we gotta do it. 

Do you know anyone who is terrified of dogs? One of my uncles.

What scent was the last soap you used? Just normal soapy soap smell. No added scents to it.

How old were you when you made your first big purchase? I was 24 when I bought my phone. Important disclaimer: I did use my dad's credit card to do the initial payment but only because I don't have my own cc lol; but I paid back the amount the same day and paid for the subsequent installments.

What last made you angry? Being talked down to.

What’s a color you think is underrated? Olive green.

What are you usually doing when midnight comes around and you can’t sleep? I just put a video on and put my phone on low brightness and I can be knocked out in like 5-10 minutes.

What is your favorite way to eat rice? (white, steamed, fried, brown, sweetened…) Steamed, white. In every meal. Eating in Vietnam was such a struggle because it was so hard to find rice anywhere lol. We ended up getting Jollibee on Grabfood and even that was a challenge + culture shock because they also barely had rice in their menu.

What color is the top you’re wearing? Dark green.

When did you last laugh so hard you cried? This afternoon when I was playing card games with my relatives.

What’s your favorite horror movie? The Shining.

What’s your favorite and least favorite fast food restaurant? Favorite is KFC for making the best fried chicken ever. Least favorite, Chowking – I just find their food so blah. Super oily, and their branches are also notoriously gross and poorly maintained. I have yet to see a clean Chowking.

How many pictures can you see in the room you’re in? One – my photobooth photo with my sister when we were in Saigon.

When did you last sign your signature? Around a month ago for my driver's license renewal.

What cover do you think is better than the original song? This is saying it loosely, but I do tend to listen to BTS' cover of Yoongi's So Far Away more than the original. I just feel like it was made more special when the whole vocal line covered it. That said, I love that Jimin and Tae got to do the song for the live performances since their takes didn't make the cut for the studio version.

Are you currently listening to music? Well, yeah, the last question made me want to look for the vocal line's version of the song haha.

What is something you’ve been working on? Being the best leader I can be for my team.

What’s something that excites you about the future? Earning more money and traveling the world.

How often do you drink smoothies? Never.

What’s a TV show you have gotten into recently? Continued from Sunday. None. tbh. It's very rare for me to get into shows.

Have you ever had to have a tooth cut out? Nope.

When did you last rush for something? Last Friday when I left 10 minutes later than I should've.

How many blankets do you own? I think it's around 5.

Have you drank enough water today? Lots and lots of it.

Do you prefer apple pie or pecan pie? I've never had pecan, but I'd go with that as I don't like apples.

What color takes up most of your wardrobe? Blacks and whites.

What makes you feel alive? Crying.

Who is your last missed call from? Just my mom.

Do you have any unusual pet peeves? When people only message "hi" and will type their actual request only after you acknowledge. It's one of the most annoying things Ever and I'm having none of it, so I don't reply whenever that happens and just wait for them to either spit it out or never message again.

What is a food you think is nasty that most people enjoy? Fruits.

Would you rather never be sick again or be rich? I'd take the money.

Do you have a specialty dish that you’re really good at making? Haha, nope.

What video games did you play when you were growing up? Sims 2 is definitely high up on my list. I also played GTA III and San Andreas – did none of the missions; I just really liked the open world concept and spent the whole time driving and following traffic rules, lol. Mario Kart Wii, Super Smash Bros Brawl, and Warioware, too.

Are you good at making big decisions alone or do you tend to seek approval from others? I seek inputs, not approval – just for other perspectives. Otherwise the choice I make is usually what I want to go for or what I think would be best for me.

Does your town or city have good public transport, or is it easier to drive? Neither of those work out for us tbh. The public transport definitely sucks and will suck the soul out of you, but it's no better having your own car because so do 400,000 fucking people. It just sucks having to go anywhere here which is why I'm so grateful to still be WFH.

What was the last cocktail you drank? Ooh I can't remember the name or what was in it, but it was this quirky drink that was topped with some kind of matcha latte or something and it tasted really good!

Are you good at keeping running counts and tallies in your head? Usually yes, but just to be safe I like to keep my phone nearby so I can track there too.

Does your country have its own edition of Big Brother? It does.

How often do you take a nap during the day? Almost never these days.

What social media platforms do you use? Facebook, Instagram, Twitter.

Are there any foods you hate the smell of but like the taste, or vice versa? Longganisa smells really good but like 97% of time tastes like shit. I can't think of any example for the other way around.

Do you have a dishwasher? Not a thing here.

Who do you live with? Parents, siblings, two dogs and a cat.

Are you listening to anything right now? No.

What is one of your favourite sitcoms? Friends :)

Do you make to-do lists? I do.

If you could magically become fluent in any language, what would it be? Korean.

Have you ever tried vegan ice cream? I don't think so.

What pet names do you use for your friends/loved ones? Sis, siz, sizt, sissymae, mars, sissymars, mare, mum, ate, mima, mumsh, mumshie, mother, motherhood, sissycakes, marecakes...in the Philippines, you can make any word a pet name lmao. You can also make up words and make them a pet name hahaha.

What pet names do you like to be called? Any of the above is fine, hah.

What was the best concert you’ve ever seen? Paramore during their After Laughter tour, or Agust D!

Do you have any hobbies? Sure.

What is your favourite pasta shape? Fettuccine.

Have you ever developed your own film? I have not.

When was the last time you stayed in a hotel/motel and where was that? Tagaytay, around a month ago.

What breed was the last dog you saw? Beagle and Yorkie.

Do you watch the Super Bowl? Nope.

What’s your favourite Disney movie? Toy Story and Tangled.

What’s the most stressful job you’ve ever had? I've had just one so it wins by default.

What was the last text message you received? I don't know and please don't let me check, it's 100% related to work.

Should you be asleep right now? If so, go to bed! Little bit, yeah. Hahaha it's fine, I think I'll hold out for an hour or two more.

[breathplayed]

17, 29, 48, & 55 😁🫖

oh u GOT me got me lets go

(17) what is your favorite line you’ve ever written? babe plz this one is too hard..... there's too many...... I HAVE 920K WORDS ON AO3 AND ~50K INCOMING I DONT EVEN REMEMBER THEM ALL......... uuhhhhhhhh ok ok ill try to narrow a few down. it's all gonna be recent tho bc that's what i remember most + i have rly been indulging myself stylistically as of late lmao

for just ~pretty language~ my favorites rn are

"Jimin is almost too pretty to mar with mortal hands, but Jungkook finds desecration is half the fun when his hands slip lower" (folie à trois)

"Some floodgate inside him has broken, the last bastion of resistance crumbled, and now he’s a drowning man in the dead waters" (folie à trois)

“I love you,” he whimpers into Taehyung’s kiss like a prayer. Too devout; Taehyung’s hands and lips pause. Jimin’s own lip is already trembling, caught, so he lets the confessional spill like it’s the last Sunday he’ll ever see." (the losing game ch17)

"[Taehyung] used to dream, sometimes, after Jimin was gone, that he was holding him again, that he could crack open Jimin's ribcage and crawl inside to make a home beside his heart before they burned together." (the losing game ch5)

"Sometimes—in his darkest moments, on his worst nights—Jimin dreams about Taehyung carving over each and every one of his scars. Creating clean new edges to each of them, prying fingers in the wound to be as close as possible, rewriting their memories and meanings with a jagged, almost unbearable intimacy." (the losing game ch17)

"The graves we dig ourselves are often the deepest." (the graves we dig..... now thats a real throwback huh)

there's too much i could say for dialogue but.... i'm super fond of the hurtful conversations present!vmin have in tlg (especially ch14, i reread that a lot), ignite the stars ch5 (also reread that a lot), and also i love pretty much everything that comes out of taehyung's mouth in folie à trois lol

(29) give us a spoiler for one of your stories. answered here, but since this one could be answered multiple times i'll bite......... my queue tag ("i'm glad it was queue") is a play on one of my favorite lines in all of tlg that i have been excited about getting to for yeaaaarrrssss. no one but me knows the line yet (or how hurtful its context is) bc it's in one of the final chapters hehehe but it's "i'm glad it was you" ..... :')

(48) do you reread your own stories? the answer to this used to be a strong NO!!!! but that has actually changed in the last two years! i don't rly reread anything older (my writing style has changed so much + there's things i'd change about older fics esp <2020 so it's not an enjoyable experience to me, i'd just fret over editing it) but there's some newer fics i reread bc they are So written to my own taste. i think i really improved a lot getting to write a bunch in lockdown lol + started caring less about whether ppl liked the fic and just wrote for ✨Me✨ so several of those recent fics i'm happy with and do reread sometimes like a stupid idiot narcissus

The ones i've reread the most are "sit, stay" + "sea legs" + favorite parts of "ignite the stars" and my favorite parts of "the losing game". the other scattered pwp's since 2020 have gotten reread about twice each. and i recently reread WBIO for the first time since writing it in early 2020!!! mixed feelings on that one bc i felt like i would change some parts of it if i wrote it today but that's a sign ur growing and improving i suppose

(55) do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them? oh i have so fucking many 'WIPs' it's not even funny. there's probably like ~12 completely bullet point outlined medium length / longfics in my docs down to exact dialogue i'd write, and dozens more fic attempts that have a whole plot and ending. bc as soon as i come up with an idea i already immediately know how i want it to end. which gives me way too many Plot Bunnies that are viable to be turned into fics!!!!! two years ago i made a list of every idea i thought should at least see the light of day in threadfic form if not an actual fic and it came out to 30 fics lol (and that was cutting it down to the essentials)

the thing is, very few of my WIPs are ever 'abandoned' in my mind, it's more like... i put them in my mental freezer. on hold / on ice. and some of them are closer to the front and get taken out and rotated around and worked on more often, while others are shoved to the far back of the freezer as i say "i'll make that someday" and forget it exists til the next time im reminded of it. there's only a few that i'd actually toss in the trash (aka truly abandon and never work on again).

the ones that are definitely abandoned in that i know i dont Want to write them are all on the more domestic romcom side (think like 'meaner than mean' or 'i like us like this') i know people like those but they're the hardest thing for me to write, those were the most annoyed i've ever felt while writing, i would literally groan out loud working on them, i am rly only happy writing conflict/angst or pwp lol

tbh, if i were to be realistic with myself, i'd say most of these wip's are 'abandoned' in that i probably will never get around to finishing them. but i dont want to call them abandoned because i do like the plots, and think ppl would like them, and want to share them!!! i just think they would suck / not be fun to write. Maybe Someday i will do an archival effort and work on translating as many of them as i can into threadfic form so they see the light of day in some format and are no longer abandoned to rot in my docs... bc there's no way that most of them are ever going to be written the way i wish i could do them justice :') and then i can abandon them knowing that ppl at least got to read a vague outline of what could have been

fun fact: i opened the aforementioned list of all these ideas to count and on one of them, a fic i've been poking at since 2018, i have the note "finish this or die" next to it. guess i know which one i've picked atp 🪦

[quarter-life-crisis2]

I’ve just spent the whole of my weekend absolutely devouring this book basically. 200k words in two fucking days, I want to put it in my library.

Saturday evening when I started it, I figured I’ll stop a couple chapters in, fast forward to 8am on Sunday, I decided it’s time to sleep because I couldn’t see the words anymore. Very much a throwback to high school days.

I proceeded to sleep for 4 hours, after which I woke up and had to keep reading because I couldn’t stop thinking about it, even dreamt it.

2pm on Sunday found me sobbing into a [?!breakfast] burger in my pjs. That was rough, and a low moment to me personally, but according to my friend it’s cute how invested I get into characters. I won’t lie, seeing my reflection in the tv was fucking funny and I won’t forget it any time soon.

SPOILERS BELOW!!!!!!!!

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The sob fest continued as the tears turned to happy tears and emotional tears. Baba song mountain conversations had me wrecked I was so emotional.

I’ll be honest, hobi was nice but I was never on board with it. He was too perfect, the humour was missing, even the spice tolerance, he just wasn’t on the same level. She kept trying to change for him. I knew, but I was convinced when she shouted at the kid by the pool and figured his alcohol tolerance won’t keep up with her. Plus a bit judgy.

The progression was just, omg I’m so overcome with emotion. It was just *chefs kiss*. The absolute awkwardness in so many key moments was incredible, the stumbling through their emotions, even towards the end, absolutely loved it. Even the first date, I just knew it didn’t matter, they just had to have fun together like always. That’s what you really need in life isn’t it? Someone to have fun during the mundane and imperfect moments.

The journey felt earned, the characters all so well developed. Her reaction to the drunk confession haha one of those moments where you’re like “this can’t go well I’m barely 35% through the story”.

ALSO, Anita is just my love, I absolutely loved her character, so unexpected. The interrogation scene I was laughing so much. “Aha go on you’re so close”. I loved how she was just curious and in peoples business but with the best of intentions. I was so invested in all the side characters, even the ones with a short arc. Jk going “why is everyone coming out to me also made me laugh”.

The details in the wedding, I felt like I could really picture the whole thing. The amount they just adored each other, how insecure they both are over different things, his lame Instagram descriptions haha I was aha see he can’t be too perfect, how much he loved her thighs and her in general, especially after hearing her internal dialogue. Made me look down at my thighs and think more positively.

Gosh I have so many thoughts, just when you read for 24hr with a 4hr break, all the moments blur into one ecstatic melancholic mood. I’m so happy with how it was, but I’m so sad I finished it.

I’m not allowed to start another story at 1am when I have work in the morning so I will just bask in the joy of finding a new favourite writer, knowing how many more stories I can go through.

I’m at a loss of words now, such a talented writer.

Ok I’ll finish my exhausted sleep deprived delirious ramble, I’m so emotional I could cry again as if I haven’t on and off all afternoon.

Tell Me What Changed (Master)

Banner and lines by the talented @awrkive

Summary: Alex and Jungkook have been best friends since childhood –actual best friends. She is NOT in love with him, for real, and wishes people would stop assuming that. Why does no one question if he’s in love with her? Huh? But it might have to do with his successful fuckboy status, while Alex is very much… not that. Which is fine and doesn’t matter! Until Jimin’s impending wedding leaves her eager for a date and willing to put herself out there, and Jungkook can’t believe what happens next.

Fuckboy Best Friend JK x OC

CW and tags: fuckboy behavior, jealousy, pining, heartbreak, angst, language, sex, sexy photos, alcohol, f2l, who knows what else

Read on AO3 here or below

Part One (word count 18,561) Part Two (word count 22,573) Part Three (word count 17,993) Part Four (word count 14,805) Part Five (word count 14,935) Part Six (word count 26,439) Part Seven (word count 21,171) Part Eight (word count 24,460) Part Nine (word count 19,060) Part Ten (word count 29,670; split in 2 posts) Part Eleven (word count 36,762; split in 3 posts) Epilogue (word count 8972)

All done for now! More one shots or drabbles may happen and they'll get added here <3

[lastchancevillagegreen]

Sunday, 6 August 2023:

Robin Hood (No artist listed) (Head Heritage) (released in July 2023)

Despite the fact that no artist is listed anywhere on this release, anyone who buys it knows full well it is Julian Cope. It comes from his Head Heritage website and he sings all the songs. Last year I did Julian Cope's entire catalog, an album a week beginning with The Teardrop Explodes and working my way through all his solo albums, his Black Sheep albums, his any number of albums credited under alternate names and while I thought maybe I never need to buy another Julian Cope album, he released the brilliant England Expectorates with the absolutely poppiest song he has released in years (Cunts Can Fuck Off). There were so many great songs on that album it felt as if it were a throwback to the days of Fried! Seriously! And that explains why I now have Robin Hood. Is that the album title? The band name? What gives? Who knows? All I know is that Cope got it to me within a week of my ordering it and here it sat next to The Birchbark House box of books when I arrived home late Sunday evening from Chicago.

Above you see the cover of the album then the gatefold of the jewel case opened up. That first gatefold shot contains the CD, the second gatefold shot doesn't contain it. The final shot above is of the back of the jewel case. Below you will see the inlay tray removed so that the insert under the CD is more readable. (It is there you see Julian Cope's name mentioned only once on this set.)

The next photo shows you a random sample of the inside of the booklet.

I close with a shot of the CD in close detail.