#unless its vom

[daryltwdixon]

Joel Miller x Reader drabble

Fluffy Jackson!Joel, age gap mentioned but not specified, angsty Joel thinking he doesn't deserve you I'm gonna vom I'm so emotional about Joel Miller this morning. Yeah it’s a little corny idc. Lightly inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's Slim Pickins

You never cared much for the boys in Jackson.

It wasn’t that they were all bad—not really. Some were decent enough, kind in that overeager way that made it clear they wanted to be seen as something more than just survivors. The younger ones, the ones your age, all had something to prove. Like they thought the end of the world meant they had to carve out their place in it with their fists, their bravado, their talk of patrols and takedown counts.

You weren’t interested.

You wanted someone steady. Someone who didn’t feel the need to boast, who didn’t make survival a contest, who wasn’t fumbling to figure out who they were even after all these years.

And that’s why your eyes always found Joel Miller.

He never tried to be charming. Never played the fool. Never talked just to hear himself speak. Matter of fact, you hardly heard him speak at all unless Ellie or Tommy were around. In any other conversation you managed to overhear, he was polite but always a man of few words. 

He was older, rough around the edges, sharp where others were soft. He was the kind of man who knew how to build things, how to keep them standing. You admired that. Admired the way his hands were always busy, fixing things, sharpening knives, reinforcing weak spots in the town’s defenses. Admired the way he looked after Ellie without making a show of it, the way he always sat with his back to a wall, eyes scanning like he could predict trouble before it came knocking.

The only problem was getting him to see what had been so obvious to you from the start.

Joel had been stubborn.

The first time you flirted with him—really flirted—he’d just blinked at you, like he thought he misheard. The second time, he’d scoffed, muttered something about "findin’ someone your own damn age." The third time… Well, that one had been his mistake.

Because you’d caught him looking.

It was just a flicker, just a second. But it was real. You’d seen it in the way his eyes lingered, the way his jaw tensed like he was biting down a thought he didn’t want to have. That was when you knew.

It was only a matter of time.

And now—now he was here.

Warm and solid beneath you, his arm heavy around your waist, his fingers tracing absentminded circles against your bare skin. The room smelled like both of you, like sweat and shared warmth and something slow-burning, something that had taken its time getting here. You were tangled up in each other, bare bodies draped together in the low morning light, catching your breath as the quiet hum of Jackson began to wake up just beyond the window.

“Tell me somethin’,” he muttered.

“Anything,” you murmured, your lips pressing gently into the warmth of his neck.

He sighed, the sound more exasperated than anything, his head turning on the pillow to look at you. His big eyes were so full of tenderness, but something flickered in them—a hesitation, a question he’d been holding onto longer than he wanted to admit.

“Why me?”

You stared at him for a long moment before a smirk twitched on your lips, and you ran your fingers through his graying curls, watching the way his eyes fluttered at the feeling.

“Haven’t you heard?” you teased, voice laced with playfulness, “It’s the end of the world, Mr. Miller. It’s slim pickin’s around here.”

Joel huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head, rolling his eyes like he wasn’t gonna let you get away with that answer.

But before he could grumble something about being an old man, you slid your hand down, fingers trailing over his chest, slow and sure, until you could feel the steady thump-thump of his heart beneath your palm.

"Good thing," you murmured, voice softer now, "you’re exactly the man I want."

Joel exhaled, long and slow.

And maybe, maybe that should have been enough to satisfy him.

But it wasn’t.

Because you knew he had lived too many years and lost too many things to believe in easy answers. He had spent too much time walking through hell to believe he had come out on the other side deserving of this.

His fingers curled against your hip, like he was testing it. The weight of you against him, the warmth of you in his bed. Maybe still half-convinced that this was something he’d wake up from.

You sighed, nudging your nose against his jaw. “Joel.”

He hummed, but it was barely a sound, like he didn’t quite trust himself to speak.

So you tried again. Softer this time. “Do you really think I would ever want anyone else?”

He didn’t answer.

You traced your fingers along his chest, slow and thoughtful, your mind drifting somewhere neither of you had ever dared to go before.

“I wonder sometimes,” you admitted, “what it would’ve been like. If we’d met before.”

Joel hesitated, his brows furrowing as he looked at you, eyes scanning your face. 

You let the thought settle between you, warm and quiet.

“Think about it,” you mused, your voice dipping into something thoughtful, something wistful. “Would we have even met? In a normal world?”

You could see the flicker of something behind his eyes. A life that could have been. A life that was gone before either of you had a chance to claim it.

“I was just a kid in Texas when everything happened,” you murmured. “Would’ve grown up, maybe gone to college, gotten some easy job that didn’t mean anything. You would’ve still been…” you swallowed, “you.”

A father. Maybe a husband at some point. A man with a life already built.

“Maybe I would’ve walked past you somewhere,” you continued. “At a store. A gas station. Maybe you would’ve held a door open for me, and I wouldn’t have thought twice about it.”

Joel’s fingers tightened against you like he was grounding himself in this moment. His voice was steady when he spoke. No hesitation, no doubt.

“I would’ve noticed you.”

You lifted your eyes to meet his, breath caught in your throat as your hand slid higher, up to the side of his face, thumb brushing along his cheekbone. “Would you?”

Joel exhaled softly, leaning into your touch without thinking, his eyes tracing over your face like he was memorizing every piece of you.

“‘Course I would’ve,” he murmured. “Doesn’t matter when or where. Could’ve been another life, another world—" his thumb stroked absently along your waist, voice dipping into something quiet, something certain—"I still would’ve found you.”

The words settled into you, warm and heavy, threading through your ribs, curling tight around your heart.

Then, suddenly, he was smiling—just a little—as his hand came up to your face, cupping your jaw, his thumb sweeping along your cheek.

“Maybe in a normal world, I’d be the one pesterin’ you instead of the other way around.”

You laughed, tilting your chin up as you leaned closer. “I only ‘pestered’ ‘cause you’re too damn stubborn.”

Joel huffed softly, shaking his head like you were trouble, like you’d gotten under his skin in a way he’d never be able to shake.

But he pulled you closer, his fingers curled beneath your chin, tilting your face up just enough. His gaze flickered over you—your eyes, your lips—like he was taking his time, like he wanted to make sure you were committed to his memory.

And then he kissed you, slow and deep, breathing you in. Like a promise. Like an answer to a question neither of you had to ask.

His hand moved to the back of your head, lacing into your hair, the other tracing a slow path down your spine, pulling you against him until there was no space left between you. You sighed into him, melting, your fingers tangling into his hair as he deepened the kiss, as he drank you in like you were something precious, something he never wanted to lose.

When you finally parted, just barely, your forehead resting against his, his breath was warm against your lips.

“See?” you murmured, softer this time, “Slim pickin’s or not, I still would’ve found my way to you, Joel Miller.”

He exhaled, low and content, pressing one last lingering kiss to your lips before murmuring against them—

“I know.”

And this time, he did believe you.

[resmarted]

finally watching the client 40yrs after it's release and didn't even realize it takes place in new orleans. back in the 90's before the internet was here to guide us apparently all actors were getting coached by some gone with the wind dialect trainer because they were always like well I do declare I have the vapors and would hate to trouble you for a mighty fine mint julep on this gawuhjuss new awlons riverside view. also you forget that the pinnacle of prestige back then in all 90's films was a stretch limo. everyone who was supposed to be considered rich or well off was in a big gaudy stretch limo. it's so goofy and fun to look back on now even in more serious films. also mary louise parker is SUCH a baby in this and so is baddie susan sarandon its truly wild. also all the indoor smoking the casual sauntering through a courthouse and lighting up cigs. ugh. take me back to the good ole days. even though present day cig smell makes me vom I still prefer americans to have rights especially in bars ffs. like smoking should for sure just exist everywhere but at the very least why is it not in bars? I think in virginia you can still do it in mcdonald's unless that too has changed. we used to be a country. goddamn it.

[unhingedwomandiaries]

My brain went proper mental last night, taking me on some kind of fucked-up acid trip without the courtesy of actual drugs.

Started in a hotel bathroom that was doing its best impression of the biblical flood. Water everywhere, like Poseidon had a messy night out and decided to vom in the toilet. You'd think the hotel staff might give a shit about their building turning into an aquatic center, but no. The twats at reception looked at me like I was speaking in tongues when I tried to tell them. Proper cult behavior - probably have meetings in the basement where they sacrifice rubber ducks to the god of blocked drains.

Then - because apparently my subconscious thinks it's David fucking Lynch - I'm suddenly at a Taylor Swift concert. Me. At Taylor Swift. I know about as much about Taylor Swift as I do about rocket science. Couldn't pick her out of a lineup unless she was wearing a name badge and juggling her ex-boyfriends' hearts. But there I am, trapped in a sea of phone-waving bellends trying to signal the mothership.

And because every nightmare needs its resident psycho, there's this absolute weapon next to me. The Queen of Cunts herself. She's putting on a one-woman show about how she deserves to be there more than anyone else - which is a bit fucking rich considering she's already IN the concert. Like breaking into prison and complaining about the security guards.

Then this entitled cow goes from "I want to speak to your manager" to "I've got a bomb" faster than I can list all the people I'd wish I'd never met. And what does my dream-self do? Runs toward the back of the arena like a proper tit. Got the survival instincts of a suicidal lemming with a death wish.

But here's the beautiful bit - the explosion only takes her out. Like some kind of karma-guided missile programmed specifically for entitled arseholes. The kind of precise targeting that military weapons designers wank themselves to sleep dreaming about.

Woke up staring at my ceiling, wondering if my subconscious has been secretly writing scripts for Netflix's rejected shows. Though to be fair, still better than half the shite they actually put out.

Perhaps this is my brain's way of processing all the dickheads I deal with daily. Or maybe it's trying to tell me something about instant karma. Would make my job a lot easier if karma worked like that in real life - taking out only the proper wankers. Though I'd probably need to watch my own back, given some of the thoughts I've had about my neighbors.

Think I need to lay off the true crime podcasts before bed. Or the cheese. Or both. Though knowing my luck, I'll probably dream about being murdered by a wheel of mature cheddar next time.

[aurianneor]

Das Grundeinkommen ist möglich

Das Grundeinkommen ist ganz einfach ein Betrag, um sich anständig zu ernähren und zu wohnen, der monatlich an jeden ausgezahlt wird.

The Instrument of freedom – Philippe Van Parijs – TeD-xTalks: https://youtu.be/GP4sBGbeF8w

– Can a universal basic income resolve future income security challenges? – ILO: https://www.ilo.org/global/meetings-and-events/WCMS_562867/lang–en/index.htm

– Poverty isn’t a lack of character; it’s a lack of cash… Rutger Bretman – TeDTalks: https://youtu.be/ydKcaIE6O1k

Rationale of the basic income trial: https://youtu.be/8xPAlEkT0kk

Spain’s UBI Is A Wake-Up Call For Americans, Current Affairs: https://www.currentaffairs.org/2020/04/spains-ubi-is-a-wake-up-call-for-americans

Coronavirus : l’Espagne va instaurer le revenu universel, Europe 1: https://www.europe1.fr/emissions/axel-de-tarle-vous-parle-economie/coronavirus-lespagne-va-instaurer-le-revenu-universel-3960558

La renta básica deja de ser una utopía, El Pais: https://elpais.com/economia/2020-04-06/la-renta-basica-deja-de-ser-una-utopia.html

– Universal Basic Income: UBI Pilot Program – futurisme: https://futurism.com/images/universal-basic-income-ubi-pilot-programs-around-the-world

A well-made video about the UBI to ensure dignity of life for everyone https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kl39KHS07Xc

„Im Fernsehen sagen sie jeden Tag: „Es gibt drei Millionen Menschen, die Arbeit wollen.“ Das stimmt nicht: Geld würde ihnen reichen.“ Coluche

Übersetzt mit DeepL.com (kostenlose Version)

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Basic Income is possible: https://www.aurianneor.org/basic-income-is-possible-the-instrument-of/

Le revenu de base, c’est possible: https://www.aurianneor.org/le-revenu-de-base-cest-possible-the-instrument/

Es posible una renta básica: https://www.aurianneor.org/es-posible-una-renta-basica/

Mein Wert ist weder Markt noch Rasse: https://www.aurianneor.org/mein-wert-ist-weder-markt-noch-rasse/

Ein Leben in Würde führen: https://www.aurianneor.org/ein-leben-in-wurde-fuhren/

Die Arbeitnehmer: https://www.aurianneor.org/die-arbeitnehmer/

Die reichsten 1% führen Krieg gegen den Rest der Welt: https://www.aurianneor.org/die-reichsten-1-fuhren-krieg-gegen-den-rest-der-welt/

Das Stück vom Kuchen: https://www.aurianneor.org/das-stuck-vom-kuchen/

Klassenrassismus: https://www.aurianneor.org/klassenrassismus/

Wohnen: https://www.aurianneor.org/wohnen/

Resume: https://www.aurianneor.org/resume/

Since I stopped working And started thinking again It works in my favor!: https://www.aurianneor.org/since-i-stopped-working-and-started-thinking-again/

Home fairy – does it all without working: https://www.aurianneor.org/home-fairy-does-it-all-without-working-gender/

Consumption: Dream & Reality: https://www.aurianneor.org/consumption-dream-realitymore-love/

“The world has enough for everyone’s need, but not enough for everyone’s greed”.: https://www.aurianneor.org/the-world-has-enough-for-everyones-need-but-not/

Absences from work: https://www.aurianneor.org/absences-from-work/

Work, it’s an all-or-nothing option: https://www.aurianneor.org/work-its-an-all-or-nothing-option/

Freedom and coexistence: https://www.aurianneor.org/freedom-and-coexistence/

Ecoterrorism: https://www.aurianneor.org/ecoterrorism/

Better Factory Cambodia: https://www.aurianneor.org/better-factory-cambodia-bfc-improves-labour/

Clean Clothes: https://www.aurianneor.org/clean-clothes-shirt-on-your-back/

Voix: https://www.aurianneor.org/voix-alimentation-la-ruche-qui-dit-oui/

The Modern “chiffon rouge”: https://www.aurianneor.org/the-modern-chiffon-rouge/

“Capitalism will eat democracy; unless we speak up”: https://www.aurianneor.org/yanis-varoufakis-capitalism-will-eat-democracy/

What you work for matters!: https://www.aurianneor.org/what-you-work-for-matters-peaceful-environment-for/

Retirement pensions: https://www.aurianneor.org/retirement-pensions/

The Rust Belt: https://www.aurianneor.org/the-rust-belt-2/

The Red and the Yellow: https://www.aurianneor.org/the-red-and-the-yellow-red-scarves-against-yellow/

To give or not to give?: https://www.aurianneor.org/to-give-or-not-to-give-give-or-not-give-giving/

[hellfiremunsonn]

so i saw u posted that you're taking requests and this is so so so stupid so just ignore me if it's weird lmao

anyway, i'm ill right now just a fever and blocked nose so nothing serious but i did sleep with my mouth open bc i couldn't breathe thru my nose bc.. it's blocked and i just woke up to take my meds and it looks like i've drooled all over my face and pillow ik gross but shit happens i guess. anyway, my joey brain rot got me thinking... how would he react if you drooled on him during your sleep..

i feel so stupid about this, again sorry if it's weird it's almost 4am and i'm delirious

THIS ISN'T WEIRD AT ALL.

I USED TO BE A HEAVY DROOLER AND A BITCH WOULD WAKE UP WET AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY SO I WILL ABSOLUTELY WRITE THIS.

AND IT WILL ABSOLUTELY BE WAY LONGER THAN IT NEEDS TO BE SO I WILL TAG YOU WHEN ITS OUT HEHEHEHEHEHE <3

[honorborn-a-blog]

♡

[gorodezki]

Manchmal muss man sich erst verlieren, um zu sich selbst zu finden. Christos war hineingeboren in eine Welt voller Grausamkeiten, herangezogen zu einem Jungen, für den der Tod zur Alltäglichkeit gehörte und dessen Zukunft so düster schien wie die Gedanken in seinem Kopf. Sein Weg war ihm von Anfang an vorherbestimmt worden, seine Zukunft in Stein gemeißelt. So schien es zumindest und er hätte sich auch nicht darüber beschwert. Wieso auch? Es war alles was er kannte, was hätte er also mehr vom Leben erwarten sollen? Wieso hätte er sich etwas anderes wünschen wollen, wenn ihm scheinbar die Welt zu Füßen lag, ihn Ruhm und Anerkennung schon von der Kinderwiege an begleiteten? Er war ein Narr gewesen und doch würde der junge Christos ihn selbst vermutlich als Narr bezeichnen, all das aufzugeben. Für ein einfaches Leben. Doch sein früheres Ich wusste auch nicht, was ihm entging. Was er verpasste, wann immer er sich wie besessen in die Arbeit stürzte, wie sehr er nicht nur seine Opfer quälte, sondern auch die eigene Seele entzweiriss, und das alles nur, um die Anerkennung seines Vaters zu erlangen. Ein Bestreben, was sich nie erfüllen sollte. Jegliche Gefühle seines Vaters waren gemeinsam mit seiner Mutter gestorben und zurück blieb nur die Wut und der Ehrgeiz, die auch Christos mit ins Verderben gerissen hätten, wenn er sich nicht irgendwann verloren hätte und im letzten Moment von ihr gerettet worden wäre. Heute war er selbst Vater und die Unterschiede zu Gregorij könnten kaum größer sein. Während Gregorij seinen Sohn nur als Nutzen oder Last betrachtete, je nachdem, was ihm gerade besser passte, hatte Christos gelernt, was es bedeutet, bedingungslos zu lieben. Nicht nur seine Frau, sondern auch die Kinder, die das Leben ihm geschenkt hatte. Er war bei weitem nicht perfekt und seine dunkle Vergangenheit würde er nie ganz hinter sich lassen können. Seine Seele hatte zu großen Schaden genommen und Gregorij wartete noch immer darauf, dass er eines Tages seinen Platz einnehmen würde, doch für Christos gab es inzwischen wichtigere Dinge. Er versuchte, besser zu werden. Für sie, für seine Familie.

Christos Pavao Gorodezki

Nicknames: Papa, Dezki, Papadezki, Schwiegerpapa(-dezki) Age: forever 29, don‘t let anyone tell you differently Birth: 12/09/1989 in Moskau Parents: Gregorij Gorodezki (*14/01/1963), Marija Gorodezki, née Juric (*29/07/1969 †15/09/1994) Siblings: -

Relationship: married to the amayzing @donner-wetter since 08/11/2016 Children: judith (@throneheiress, *13/01/19992010), livia rae (*13/02/2017), mila lucija (05/06/2019), henry lew (05/06/2019) Pets: - (may & judy make sure i never need one of my own)

Profession: Mafioso on the run, part-time zombie hunter, father & maykenner Location: currently in Toronto, Canada

Appearance: athletic, 196 cm, 94 kg, light blond hair, blue eye(s), more scars than one can count, arms crossed

Likes: protecting others, to be in control, punishing others (not only if they hurt his family/friends), being a father (figure to almost anyone/- in law), independency, being active, running (with ro before work), honesty, dad jokes, may's cooking skills, pancake breakfasts, grounding judy & dari people, giving nicknames, thunder, woods, the sea, the colour blue Dislikes: people who try to hurt his family/friends, trash bags, cooking (is a total catastrohpe in the kitchen), changing diapers, nosy neighbours, rules, paper work, alcohol and drugs in general, italy (sorry, bad experiences), know-it-alls (unless its livy), being in the wrong, trusting new people, asking for help, his insecurities, hospitals, sitting around with nothing to do, sleeping alone

[agirlunderarock]

Febuwhump 2022 Day 1: Headwound

Summary: Obi-Wan is wounded during the battle for Umbara.

Pairings: Obi-WanXOC (Sas Vom) Pre-relationship

Warnings: Mentions of blood, its not graphic, Obi-Wan is discombobulated  for most of it

Word count: 1330

Read on Ao3

    It felt like a long time since Obi-Wan had been in a real battle. He shouldn’t say a long time, Geonosis II was only a few months ago, and the mission from to the citadel had been one of the most difficult things he’d delt with in a while. If anything, the jedi felt he should have been ready for Umbara. He should have been ready for anything at this point. Yet, Anakin being suddenly called bac to Coruscant had truly thrown things out of sorts. Cody had taken command of Krell’s troops to their south, but Krell’s support from the north seemed to be falling short at every turn.

    There was nothing he could do about that though. Even in the middle of a firefight Obi-Wan’s mind raced with countless other things. He and his men were forced to take cover just outside the capital. Each time they tried to progress, Umbaran air support forced them back into hiding. He felt it was only a matter of time before they just bombed their location. The only reason he could figure that they hadn’t yet was that Oddball was giving them a hard time getting back to base. The moment Krell and Rex took the airbase was their chance to advance. 

    They didn’t have much time. Ghost company was exhausted, and wounded, but still they were more determined than ever to complete the mission. He leaned against what he could only assume used to be a building, looking down the ruined walkways, his mind already piecing together what kind of space this must have been. Did the Umbaran’s move through the area regularly? Was this a place people lived before his men built defenses with the remaining rubble?

    “Don’t do that to yourself Obi-Wan,” came a familiar woman’s voice. 

    Obi-Wan offered a tired smile up to the green woman. He was glad to see her unharmed, a few bruises sure, a scorch mark or two on her body armor, but overall Sas was still standing. “What exactly am I doing, my dear?” he asked motioning for her to sit down with him.

    Sas shifted her weight from foot to foot, but ultimately stayed standing. “That thing you do, when you think too hard and try to imagine what it was like before the war-”

    “How do you know thats what I’m thinking about?  I do believe we’re waiting on air support, after all. Unless of course you’re doing the same-”

    “Honestly, I’m still stuck wondering if some of the more rural Umbarans have big problems with those tentacle plants,” Sas answered, scratching her head and loosening her braid.Obi-Wan took that to mean she was trying and failing to keep her mind   She looked down the walkway again before sitting down next to him with a quiet groan. “I knew I shouldn’t have sat down- now I won’t be able to get back up.”

“I’m sure you will when the time comes,” Obi-Wan answered, leaning his head back against the wall. He wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and wake up back on coruscant, whether it was in Sas’ spare bunk or his own bed it didn’t matter. So long as he could put this battle behind him. He couldn’t close his eyes though, no matter how heavy his eyelids felt, no matter how much each of his limbs ached. He couldn’t. 

He took a deep breath mentally preparing to push himself to his feet.

“Hey just take a break,” Sas said quietly. “I’m going to check in with Looker and Waxer. Maybe they’ve heard or seen something about our air support-”

“I can do it-” he answered trying to reach for her to stay sitting

“I never said you couldn’t,” Sas said with a small grin- the dirt on her cheeks mixed and swirled into her painted on tattoos. “Just get some rest. Besides, you’ll get to do all the heavy lifting when we go into the city.”

“You should take your own advice sometime, Sas.” He called, as he watched her pick her way down the path to where a few troopers had gathered on a ruined rooftop.

“So should you,” she called over her shoulder.

Time seemed to stand still. In a matter of seconds, Obi-Wan registered the wide eyed panic in Sas’ eyes, the hum of a bomber flying over head, and felt that unmistakable tug of the force as he called on it to push Sas and their troops away from the blast.

 Obi-Wan didn’t remember moving.He didn’t think he had completely gotten to his feet. He couldn’t even be sure he was caught in the blast. Yet, he knew he must have. He couldn’t open his eyes for the splitting pain in his head. He thought he heard voices calling out to him, but he couldn’t hear them over the ringing in his ears. HIs body felt heavy as he tried to sit up. Something pushed him back down. He tried to open his eyes.

“Stop moving-” Sas’ voice finally broke through the ringing.

The jedi forced his eyes open, but his vision was blurry and his eyes stung as something sticky dripped into his right eye. He only just made out the green oval of Sas’ face and her dark mess of a braid looming over him. “Sas? What-”

“Pretty Boy, don’t fight me on this right now,” she said, and he felt something move over his eye lids. “You couldn’t use the force to push yourself out of the way?”

“If I did that I wouldn’t have my hero coming to rescue me, now would I?” he teased.

“Glad you’re feeling well enough to tease me.”

Another explosion went off some distance away.

“Sas, I’ll be okay go check on the others”

“Obi-Wan, you haven’t even opened your eyes. I’m not leaving you. Chip and Boil are checking the others.”

“Sas-”

“You have a fucking cut on your head that bled over your eyes- I can take care of this okay!”

Obi-Wan reached his hand up and took her wrist where she was holding a cloth to his head. “You don’t have to be a hero, my dear.”

    “You don’t have to be so dramatic, just let me help you.”

    Silence passed between them for a moment, and Obi-Wan did his best to just focus on the pressure she was applying to his wound, though he didn’t let go of her hand. He felt so tired. He had his eyes closed so blood wouldn’t drip into them, but it just made him acutely aware of how much time had passed since he slept. He took a deep breath, and slowly let it out, forcing himself to relax in what he began to assume was her lap. For just a split second he let himself imagine that they weren’t in the middle of a battle. That he’d open his eyes and they’d be on her ship, safe, relaxing- 

    He opened his eyes abruptly feeling the ground shake. Sas loomed over him, her jaw set tight as she set something over his wound. He winced from the cold gel she swiped over it.

    “Sorry,” she said, her jaw still tight. “I’m almost done. I’ll get you back to the others as soon as you say you feel well enough…” He gave a small nod in answer, only to be met with more concern. “What did I say about moving?” She said it like she was mad, but her smile showed she was trying not to laugh.

    He gave a tired smile of his own when she smoothed a bacta patch over his forehead, and her hands moved lightly along the side of his face. For a brief moment the words I love you caught in his throat as he met her concerned gaze. He couldn’t say that though, even if it was true. He would only end up hurting her in the end. Instead he gave a quiet “Thank you, Sas.”

[sun-undone]

another post about wkbz because i’m obsessed

i really can’t stop thinking about how good wir kinder vom bahnhof zoo could’ve been if they’d had more focus and showed the drug use and prostitution in a more negative light

the tragic moments in which the kids had some awareness of the hopelessness of their situation and addiction were the best parts of the show in my opinion, and it’s a shame that they were so few and far between. the most poignant example of this for me was when christiane and benno get clean only to be back on H within hours, blaming each other for the relapse in some offhanded remarks afterwards. but even that moment left room for more emotional depth. one of the most hard hitting themes present in the book for me was christiane and detlef constantly saying that they’d get clean, and the tragic hypocrisy of them saying stuff like that while literally preparing shots for each other. reading stuff like that over and over again really hit home the cycle of addiction that they were slaves to. the show did a little bit of this, but not enough in my opinion. i also thought that christiane’s eventual realization that not only would she have to share detlef with his johns but ALSO with heroin was striking to me while reading. i REALLY REALLY wish the show would’ve included these ideas with christiane and benno in a meaningful way because they could’ve been effective in showing at least some of the negative sides of addiction that the show really lacked the majority of the time.

there was so much potential in all of the characters, as well as within each of their relationships. michi was definitely the most underused character, i think, and he also happened to be the most interesting!!!! i loved his characterization that included this intense jealousy and seemingly superhuman strength, but also this delicacy and playful, emotional side that shone through in some instances alone with benno. his ending was super rushed and out of nowhere, and his sexuality and how that affected his relationship to prostitution was never really explored in a satisfying way. we also know nothing of his backstory and family, unless i missed something. it’s strange that it seemed like the show wanted to focus more on interpersonal relationships with a dash of heroin and prostitution, but then still failed in many aspects of developing those relationships and individual characters.

the prostitution in general was incredibly underdeveloped, even more so than the drug use. i never really got the sense that it was something that the kids HAD to do in order to fund their addictions, and that it was taxing and damaging to them, especially as minors. i wish i got a better sense of that complex relationship that they had to the work, which i thought was super interesting in the book, again. there was a certain sense of power that christiane felt, especially when she worked streets with babsi and stella, but she also had very strong opinions about what/who she would or wouldn’t do. and those opinions sometimes wavered when she was really desperate for money, which once again showed that although she may think she is in control, H is always the one actually pulling her strings. the show would’ve been so much more effective if it had had some scenes of the kids really talking about the johns and their experiences, “good” and bad.

i think the show could’ve really benefitted from some narration from christiane as well, which could’ve been cheesy but i think would’ve helped us gain some insight into her character that the show really lacked. christiane’s voice in the book was so striking, and her opinions and justifications about the things that she did were always so interesting to me, and i don’t feel anywhere near as interested in show christiane because of that lack of access to her thoughts. they had many letters read through voice-overs throughout the show, so it wouldn’t have seemed weird or random to also include some internal monologue from christiane herself.

in general, the show had incredible potential, especially with the budget and talent that they had access to, and it sucks knowing how much better it could’ve been with all of those resources at their fingertips. i think it invites a lot of discussion and there are definitely some themes and visual metaphors that actually do work well (babsi’s conversations with her father, dijan being this pseudo death figure, babsi’s entire death scene, the scene where benno takes H for the first time, costume and makeup changing over time as the characters sink further, letters and promises as motifs, just as a few examples that i personally liked) but so much is left underdeveloped particularly with the really important subject matter that they stick out like sore thumbs. maybe that’s why i keep watching it over and reading stuff about it: i’m desperately looking for stuff that i may have missed because it feels like entire scenes and episode must be missing. in reality, they tackled way too much and therefore failed to really fully deliver on any major aspect of the show, leaving it all feeling a bit muddled and lacking.

i still do really enjoy the show as a whole, even with these glaring missed opportunities, and i’m excited for its international release so i can finally see if my subtitles were even close to accurate

[rigginsstreet]

Riverparents + OTH Dare Night - Who would they be paired up with, and what dares would they do?

fun! im just gonna assign them dares from the show unless i get a sudden creative spark but lets not push my mental capacity lmao

ok so hirams the new kid who sets it all up and pairs himself with hermione in an attempt to woo her. they absolutely do the dine and dash dare where hermiones catholic guilt eats away at her and hiram doesnt tell her til after the fact he already paid the waiter

i want both mary and sierra to be like “we’re not doing any of this im not risking jail time or permanent brain damage for a stupid dare night” but fortunately (for them) theyre paired with gladys who will do literally anything for the lolz lmfao so i give them peyton and haleys dares except sierra takes one for the team and actually eats the pickled egg and immediately voms. but she REFUSES to do the naughty church confessional and gladys is like “whatever i’ll do it im jewish it doesnt even matter” (marys like “i too am jewish but this still feels like bad juju”)

i KNOW fps the one who reads the card wrong and takes a shit in a mini golf course kdfjgnskjg also i would like to see him do the girl scout uniform dare. and the full body wax. so. he can get paired with...this is gonna be controversial but i kinda wanna say alice. cuz i think itd be hilarious if fp just annoyed the shit out of her all night

freds going solo having to return the ladies clothes and underwear to stores as hes wearing them. and then he would meet a random stranger who helps him run from mall security and they hook up in a photobooth. rip to hiram not having any siblings to fulfill this role but thats ok fred will make do

and that leaves tom alice and penelope (clifford does not participate in group activities. oh should we include marty? he can go with fp and alice lmao). anyway i wanna see hal do karaoke to a completely ridiculous song for him. i vote ice ice baby. while penelope and tom stand in the back as background singers lmfao and then having to steal an animal from the erpentarium, and hals like “everything in this place terrifies me” and tom is like “i dont feel so good about this” and penelopes like “stop being big babies” and just casually grabs like a corn snake or something little (cuz theyve gotta bring it back to the meet up as proof they stole something and its just more practical than a boa ya know? anyway she ends up bringing it back of course. or she sets it free in the wild... and idk if corn snakes live up north and im not googling it but penelope doesnt know if it can survive out there either but i know she had nothing but pure intentions so if it dies... whoops)

[dindiarin]

Hiiii so im just gonna be cheesy n gush a lil dont mind me

Sooo djdjbdjd ok how to start. This is so dramatic but i swear its like.. nothing BDJDBDH uM so I really just wanted to say that I'm really enjoying my time on here esp after like a year or so of not really being on here before mando s2 (uni/life etc this blog was just on queue or not even queuing i cant even remember) and esp these last few days (bc of smth that happened this time last year...h*artbr*ak omg vom) i was kinda like oh man im gonna be so down about what happened but honestly being on here and everyone being so wonderful and fun and sweet, ive been having such a blast jshdjjdjd and esp valentines day i was like oh lord will i be a depressed puddle but it was honestly so fkn fun and cute with all the edits going around and everyone sending each other cute messages it was soO cute!!

What im tryingggG to say is that ily u guys even after switching from marvel to mando i didnt lose mutuals and ive made new mutuals and not to be cheesy but fr ilu guys hdjdhdjjd even if ur new moots, the posts and vibes *chefs kiss*. Idk what the point of this post actually is and i am cringing HSJDBDJ

To literally everyone whos been amazing and nice in asks/messages/notes etc i really love u guys. I see all notifs(unless tumblr breaks or whatever) I am a dragon and all notifs are my gold coins HSBDJHDS i see u n ilu. Content creators, i am always cheering for u guys, i am in AWE of everything you make, from edits to gifs to art to stories, i am in lov HDJDBBDF ummM i cant believe the people who follow me follow me bc ... huh bskdndnjdbdj. From the people who always interact, to sometimes, and to those who are like who the FUCK is dindiarin... ilu VSKDBDJDJ if ur still reading this ur an angel lemme kiss ur forehead dbjdhdjd

to summarise: thought id be sad bc of life, wasn't bc you guys are all amazing . SBJDDB im screaming this so silly!! hdjdbdjdn

Okay..... how to end the cringiest post on the ENTIRE site

Ty for being amazing❤ IM GONNA THROW MYSELF OFF A CLIFF XX

[janexeu]

     though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, JANE MÁRQUEZ is actually a descendent of HYPNOS. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-SIX year old DEMIGOD ELEMENTARY EDUCATION MAJOR from NEW ORLEANS, USA has taken after HER godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite SACRIFICIAL & STUBBORN.

( she’s b-b-b-back on her bs : katya ! tis uhm ,,,, a lil bit of a chonk of an intro but ill try 2 b cute w it. any time u wanna yeet jus peep the gif again & forgive me bc Look At Her ! )

POWERS ( more info here )

hypnokinesis  — p much made her a glorified babysitter w lynch-esque wacko dreams. it got stronger naturally as she got older, but jus w herself n eventually the ppl shes real close w. its also gotten a lot better since comin to eonia 

seeing gods in dreams  — she doesnt hang out w em every fridays at tgifs but like ,,, if she had Pertinent Questions she cud smhw make it happen. found out abt her being a demigod at age 10 when she met hypnos

memory retrieval — shes got great memry of her own but bc she knows it can help w grief n all that, shes been learnin in eonia how to do it 4 others if they mayb wanted it

BIO POINTS 

her single ma died during childbirth so jane's been in the foster care system since 5ever. attempts at reunification nvr worked out but thankfully she got real lucky w her group home and foster families. twas stable enough to not emotionally scar her even further but the instability of it all was fosho a big ol’ lot and has influenced her rigidness in sum aspects of her life

she lived p much as a mortal even tho her powers r a lil freaky. never went to camp but it worked out bc all her abilities r internal and cannot be Perceived by others. she had a talk w hypnos abt what 2 do n he mentioned camps but also gave sum monster avoidance tips ( like rarely use ur powers, maybe learn self defense, yada yada ) n she jus ,,, did that so she cud continue livin real normal w the mortals. logistics of camp stressed her out esp bc shes livin w non-family n stuff yk it was All Too Much, miss her w the added demigod stress tyvm

got married at 23 to her childhood sweetums luis, but he ,,, died abt a yr later fr a car accident. coma for 2 weeks n jane p much slept the entire time in his hospital room, visitin his dreams n talkin to him. twas a life support sitch so they eventually decided to pull da plug whch was real sad but like she's processed it 2 da best of her abilities. her powers helped a lot in the coping too n she visits memories of him in her dreams smtms when it gets real sad then shes ok again bc life goes on n life is pretty uwu

bc of her bg round kids of all kinds, shes always been passionate abt em. always takin babysittin/tutor gigs and went to community college so she cud teach n then worked as an elem teacher. only started considerin goin 2 eonia 4 postgrad when she had a student who showed signs n strugglez of bein a demigod. she eventually got to talk to their godly parent 2 confirm n she was shocked pikachu meme, real concerned for all those youngins who hav no clue what to do ! or how to cope ! bc they cant facetime w the olympians lyk she can ! so cue her discussin eonia w luis a lot then a year after the accident, broke out the pro-con list again. took abt *checks watch* another yr til she finally decided to zoom 2 athens but then whoosh she did !

PERSONALITY

yearning ? idk her — shes can be a bit of a take it as is typa chick. can be a lil literal jsksj not dumb but like ,,, def doesnt read into things enuff to pine n long n year yk. some things might def fly over her head. she says Yes To Serotonin in this house. she dk the the mitskis n the sikens n the carsons ; its all mary oliver up in this joint. we just tryna luv life n be grateful folkz

le freak, say chic ! — control freak, that is. growin up in an unstable envi meant shed cling 2 stability n independence, wrvr she cud get it. so when it comes 2 the way she does things, she can be real a heel digger. also bc she has 2 deal w kids yk so it can b A Lot n shes v stern lyk dat. ofc she wont infantilize the eonians .,,,. or will she ? big sis vibes outta control. she means well tho always always means well. itll also b v hard to get her 2 giv up on sum1 bc life ? she luvs it n knows u can too

changes by david bowie — is decidedly skipped on the playlist. she doesnt like change !!! i mean she knows its inevitable but still not entire unavoidable. ever since she got out of the system, shes had a partner n her own way of doing things n its been workin out so why change it yk ? she says time may change me but jokes on u i can sorta trace time 

rip but im different — this goes out to all em whores in this house. she respectz ur hustle but like ,,,, not her thang. girl doesnt even get drunk when she drinks bc she doesnt rlly drink sksjsk doesnt like the taste of it, big baby ! but like she's Lived, its more like. ok tried it, not for me. thanks tho. also for all the meanies in the house, y’all perplex her. shes empathetic n wont show the judgement but smtms shes lowkey lyk .,., ur how old n u had all this goin 4 u n ur still so rotten ? how u actin like a 7yo w a trantrum ? scratch head, make it make sense

at least u tried — dad jokes, bad puns, tries to be big jokester but isn't funny. she's pretty tho so she gets away with it. idk wht else 2 say ur honor. shes the type thatll embarrass u w affection

well that was Awkward — probably sum1 abt her if  they see her actin a Fool bc shes in a foreign sitch or topic. when shes a fish outta water then she can be so ! easily ! flustered ! which is p much her in eonia. shes not new new but theres way 2 much godly shennanigans for her to wrap her head ‘round n sis has never gone to camp so its ice bucket challenge level shock from time to time still w da magics n lore

til death do us part — yknow when death cab for cutie said i knew that u wer a truth i wud rather lose than 2 hav nvr lain beside at all ? how abt when they wrecked me by rudely sayin love is watching sum1 die ? yes ? no ? nywy thats jane 4 ya. if she loves then shes in and if shes in then she is all in, luke danes stylez

was that a vivid enough picture or did i just word vom the same things agen n agen sjksjs jus know shes cute n sweet if a lil frustrating n annoying bc shes stubbornpants mcgee. may or may not have a slight compulsion to help fix other ppl ..,,.. someone set her str8 n tell her fix u by coldplay isnt it !!!  

OTHER INFO 

5′9″ born 4 october 1994, virgo sun n moon

not a freshie ! idk how long her program is but like ,,, lets ignore that 4 now ok jus kno that she been here a while

yogi & boxing enthusiast back at home. hc her mans got real into the martial arts w her when hypnos told her she gotta learn how 2 defend so that was one of their things : bonding by workouts so jane cud protecc herself if need be

her maiden name’s jane fulton. got her mommas surname but the name jane ? thats some jane doe bs some rando picked out for her which she hated at first but then seeing tarzan made her go hmmm, ok bet !

lgbtq+ alliance president ! identifies as pan

she met her late hubbie when they were abt 7ish, real friends 2 lovers cuteness. jane was there for him throughout his entire coming out & transition ergo her passion for the community esp queer kids bc she was That Cis Ally for her mans. wears her ring as a real lowkey necklace now

shes also real passionate abt sleep. will ask u how did u sleep last night p much every day u see her bc ppl spend like half their lives asleep catherine ofc shes gonna ask

her fave thing abt eonia ?  the whole siblings bit. shes had 2 make do w what she got n build a family from scratch so this ? she luvs it a lot let her give u kithes hypnos babies

shes p well versed in the greek thingies but only thru the knowledge mortals gets + dream info. after her realizin who she is, all things ancient greek jus sorta became her niche interest ykwim ? shes not like Super Learned abt it more like ,,, ok i gotta at least make Sum sense outta all this, gotta learn what i can. imagin how embarrassin it wud b 2 see a god in ur dream n then go : sorry to this man. nope. not jane, not her, nuh-uh 

luv languages : words, acts of service, physical touch !

useless hcs but she loves disney sfm ok. smtms dresses up as princess tiana for bday parties n shit bc shell do nythin 2 put a smile on the kids n babs faces

ya like jazz ? bc jane surely does ! adores motown & 60s music. nina simone owns her. no one drag peggy lee from 101 dalmatians ! not an important hc but i jus wanted to quote my bubble butt winged bee lover barry

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

children ! infants ! babies !

demigods that make her scratch head damn u live like this ? but also wud knife emoji to protect n care for. shes not the oldest on campus but shes been livin independently p much her entire life so she finks shes got a tight grasp on the myth that is Adulting  

srsly tho the Big Sis vibes is off the charts w this one. shell perserve u dumdums

baddie influencies !

convince her 2 get drunk at a party ! bc she never does. convince her to maybe try drugs ! or go hook up ! do smths impulsive idk jus smth new !

gl tho bc shes not rlly ,,, easily influenced But she can b reasoned w ! in general i fink its just gonna be a fun dynamic if y/m knows how to coax sum wildness outta her or w/e bc thotty yummy theyre hotty yolo rzning jus wont do w this gal. will most likely get argumentative like a big ol momma hen but if u win then ur winning big

Sleep Now or forever hold ur peace !

idk sum1 she helps w their messy sleep ? shes def not super public w it, surely knows her other siblings r Better at it but if  y’all are close, she probs enjoys doin it 4 ya. she runs her hair thru fingers a lot when she does it. like a lot a lot unless u tell her to get lost

lover boi, lover gorl, lover enby !

she can be a lil traditional when it comes to how she views rels. she wants all that meetcute courting bs ! no gender roles tho n u best be sure shes not constantly comparin w her late hubbie ,,, but she jus wants smth magical n 2 be wooed again yk ?

so yea ,,, crushers mayhaps ? sum1 who is tryin 2 woo her ? sum1 she had a meetcute w and now janes got lowkey heart eyes for em ? idk lotsa possiblities but pls keep in mind she is not good at the flirtings so hav mercy on her 

eonia tour guide !

or jus friends who like ,,, constnatly fill her in w all the godly stuff n whatnot. years of not goin 2 camps mean u miss out on a lot ! explore ruins w her n get her info her mortal educ didnt make her privy 2 yk 

head real empty atm i will think of sum n let y’all know when i do, but give us all the conekshunz. friends, enemies, the usual bit, lgbtq alliance peeps, lmk whats up whats done whats cookin we want it all

( shes p much a new muse n da result of me tryna bring in an emotionally healthy kid to this sad sad university. janes in a v good well-adjusted place rn n is my therapy muse bc that other bitch m** is a messy handful. but wbk life aint linear so mayhaps shit’ll hit da fan or one of y/m will ruin her lmfao press f pls ! but also color me eyes emoji bc we love to see it )

[k1ngj0ve]

(anxious noiseS)

completely misread a thread on twitter. I thought they were talking about “its awkward in games when characters introduce themselves as being trans straight away and pour out their heart about without being asked”.

someone responded “this is because of inquisition” and i said somethign to the effect of “inquisition has problems but i dont think that was one of them. You know Krem for 30 hours of gameplay, and if you are friends with Bull you will hear Krem make a binding joke, then you can ask if hes trans and he will say he is and answer a few questions you have. Afterthat he never brings it up again himself unless you ask questoins personally. Willing to answer questions after youve known one another for a while isnt the same as introducing yourself as trans unprompted. the conversation was definitely awkward but i liked it’

i thought this was a decent reply. non aggressive. friendly, very much an ‘in my personal opnioni’ type of thing

turns out i totally misread it!

the thread was sayign that good trans representation is for trans people to 100% transition and never let anyone know because trans people are invisible and only stupid sjw idiots announce their trans status and whine about pronouns

(sickly vomming noises)

ohhh i hate this. i hate this. this is why i dont talk to people. the dude i specifically responded to had 1500 followers and all he ever does is talk about hating inquisition and that biden stole the election and that coronavirus is a hoax. 

fucking cross your fingers for me lads that this dude doesnt decide to jump down my whole entire ass and get his followers to harrass me for being publically trans but not visibly transitioned

[lostinthelightss]

literal chaos fire (ch.5)

amazing banner by @downn-in-flames​ / down-in-flames@FFT

find it elsewhere: fft | ao3 | ff.net | hpff learn more: chaos universe link to other chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 link to missing moments: 5.5, 7.5, 8.5, 15.5

pairing: Lily Luna Potter / OC genre: AU, Humor, Romance rating: mature audiences

summary:

Victoire Weasley is a masters student in infectious diseases handling a devastating break up with her girlfriend of two years. Lily Potter is a first year law student navigating a figurative minefield that is the star quarterback’s unrequited affection. Molly Weasley is pursuing her bachelors in engineering while pining over her best friend - who doesn’t seem to realize it.

Three women, three vastly different lives, all coming together with group chats, family dinners, and a whole lot of chaos.

chapter summary:

micky: ugh, where's my knight in shining armor

vicky: more like football player in a minivan

micky: im not picky

SEPTEMBER 25TH, 2021

‘the dopest house' (foxyroxy, freddieboy, jamesanator, moollywoobbles, rose) 12:24am

rose: we found them rose: vic finally answered her phone rose: they were at a children's playground eating ice cream

foxyroxy: why?

rose: i dont know, these three are fucking chaotic when they're together around alcohol rose: yet somehow they managed to each buy a single tub of halo top and spoons???

foxyroxy: spoons?

rose: yeah, we're gonna have some new cutlery

foxyroxy: @jamesanator is doing a keg stand, but ill let him and fred know foxyroxy: will you be home soon?

rose: dropping vic off first since she was closest to the park, but after that we're coming straight there

foxyroxy: cool, because i just went upstairs and there are people in your room foxyroxy: and judging by the sounds they're making, they're not sleeping

rose: WHAT!??!

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(Scorpius Malfoy, William Flynn) 1:09am

Scorpius: hey, thanks so much for tonight Scorpius: i would say that they aren't usually like this but that would be a lie

1:28am

William: no worries man William: always happy to help a friend or three :)

Scorpius: sorry ur date didn't pan out

William: nah, it wasn't a date William: besides, i probably spent more time with her driving her home than if she'd stayed at the party

Scorpius: alright well rose is death staring at me so i gotta go Scorpius: thanks again Scorpius: and don't worry, she'll come around eventually

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‘literal chaos fire' (psychiclilz, mollydramatic, VickyBaby) 7:10am

mollydramatic: remind me to move out asap mollydramatic: rose is so annoying in the mornings mollydramatic: *rise and shine, we have to clean* mollydramatic: i feel like im gonna vom

8:34am

psychiclilz: urgh i did vom psychiclilz: and it was blue

mollydramatic: wtf why?

psychiclilz: i had blueberry ice cream last night psychiclilz: remember? psychiclilz: you were so upset you demanded ice cream and since james locked up ur fridge we had to go to the store psychiclilz: and then we got lost psychiclilz: and then rose found us

mollydramatic: oooof mollydramatic: how'd we get home?

psychiclilz: urgh x 2 psychiclilz: flynn psychiclilz: and now scorp won't stop messaging me telling me that i have to at least take him on a date to say thank you

mollydramatic: just my two cents, but that sounds like a fair trade

psychiclilz: not you too

10:52am

VickyBaby: i mean if you're gonna take him on a date at least let us pay for it

mollydramatic: hey, i am not a part of this

psychiclilz: fine, deal

mollydramatic: wow, it's that easy to get you to date this guy? mollydramatic: but just to be clear, why am i paying for any of this?

VickyBaby: because her date was ruined when you coerced us into getting ice cream VickyBaby: and flynn drove us all home instead of having a good time VickyBaby: although @psychiclilz you were real quick to answer that with a yes... VickyBaby: did something happen last night?

psychiclilz: no, i just need scorp off my back psychiclilz: and this way i dont even have to pay

mollydramatic: evil woman

psychiclilz: *lawyer

mollydramatic: *witch

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(micky, vicky) 11:04am

micky: are you buying any of this?

vicky: not a chance vicky: something happened last night, we just have to figure out what

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(Lily Potter, William Flynn) 12:39pm

Lily: hey, sorry about last night Lily: and thank you Lily: again

William: no worries :) William: glad to see ur still alive this morning

Lily: aha, yeah, thanks to you Lily: if you hadn't found us we probably never would've found our way back

William: again, no worries

Lily: i do want to say thank you though Lily: are you free thursday?

William: sorry, i've got practice 6am every weekday William: cant do weekday parties

Lily: oh, uh Lily: i was thinking more low key Lily: we could go to the Three Broomsticks, just hang out? Lily: but like if not i get it, ur busy

William: no, i would love that!

Lily: oh, cool! Lily: my class gets out at 5:20, i can meet you there at 6?

William: great! see u then!

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(Lily Potter, Scorpius Malfoy) 12:56pm

Lily: omg stop spamming me Lily: i asked him to dinner thursday, happy?

Scorpius: :)

Lily: ur a pain Lily: how does rose stand you?

Scorpius: i just asked Scorpius: "he's got a great tongue"

Lily: blech, wtf rose Lily: brb just gonna go bleach my eyeballs Lily: what is wrong with you two?

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(Scorpius Malfoy, William Flynn) 1:12pm

Scorpius: told u she'd come around

William: what?

Scorpius: ur date Scorpius: on thursday Scorpius: i told you she'd come around to the idea

William: thursday isn't a date William: we're just grabbing dinner

Scorpius: ... Scorpius: that's literally what a date is Scorpius: rose agrees - it's a date

William: unless she says that it's a date, im not going into it thinking its a date

Scorpius: where are you guys going?

William: the three broomsticks

Scorpius: its a date

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(micky, vicky) 6:37pm

micky: 1. i hate you for volunteering my money to send her on a date micky: 2. its gonna be so expensive because she's taking him to the three broomsticks micky: 3. omg shes taking him to the three broomsticks!!!! (scorp just told me)

vicky: something totally happened between them

micky: right?!?!?!? micky: ugh, where's my knight in shining armor

vicky: more like football player in a minivan

micky: im not picky

vicky: lol im aware vicky: also evan's pissed at me for ditching him last night vicky: apparently kayleigh ended things with him right before the party

micky: wow, not cool micky: but also, that means he's single right?

vicky: no, i am not setting you up with him vicky: that would be a disaster

micky: wow, rude

vicky: he just got out of a long term thing vicky: he's def not looking to settle down

micky: hey, ill be his rebound micky: hes so hot

vicky: no vicky: and anyways, dating family friends is not a good idea vicky: re: dom still talks to teddy and is trying to get me to unblock her from my phone

micky: dont you dare

vicky: im not going to, but it still sucks vicky: so no, ur not getting his number

micky: buzzkill...  micky: rose and malfoy are making it work

vicky: rose and scorpius are also insanely perfect for each other

micky: valid micky: fine, but if he asks about me you cant say no

vicky: *rolls eyes*

[mithliya]

I already experience 0 attraction to the male body but unless it’s sexually graphic, most descriptions of penises are just funny to me. But for some reason when men start describing their penises as “organic straps” “preheated straps” “attached straps” I want to vom. My attraction goes from 0% to -100%. It makes them 1000x more repulsive. Like can they please stop thinking their is any cute way to describe a fleshy meat version of an object?? Repulsive

i think the reason u want to vom (im just projecting here but maybe ur the same) is because theyre using wording that first implies that it is not a penis only for us to then process that they mean penis, and the fact that they describe their penises as ‘organic’ or ‘built in’ straps makes it sound like its something similar to an object that many lesbians can/do enjoy in bed. so it like. applies more personally to our sex lives and it feels liek thats what they want, they want it to be more applicable to us and they want to reframe it as somehow Not A Penis. which adds another gross layer

[jessiewre]

Day 48

Fri 21st Feb

Gede Ruins & Crab Shack

Breakfast was quite radical cos I had PEANUT BUTTER ON TOAST instead of a spanish omelette. Though Emily has rightfully pointed out that 95% of the spanish omelettes we’ve had so far are not actually spanish cos they’ve not had potato in. I’m still gonna call it that though cos they firmly believe its a spanish omelette over here and when in Rome...

We got a tuc tuc to the Gede ruins in an attempt to do something cultural and we even splashed out and paid a TOUR GUIDE to show us round. Ballers. $5 well spent cos I mean who (apart from Jenni Wretham) wants to read all the plaques if someone else can tell you everything 👌🏽

I would explain a bit about the ruins...but it wasn’t actually that interesting. It was good like but probably cos we were there I think? Anyway, the highlights of it were:

- Seeing the ‘Men’s Court’ which was massive with the ‘Women’s Court’ next to it the size of a broom cupboard (but hey, some would say we were lucky to even have a court right?).

- Some of the best names they’d given to rooms were ‘House of the Chinese Cash’ & ‘House of the Iron Lamp’ because during the excavation, they’d found a Chinese coin in one room and an iron lamp in the other. BOOM.

- But the best room was called ‘House of the Scissors’ because, yep, they found a pair of Spanish scissors in there. Apparently they were from Spain, but unless there’s potato in them, to me they are just scissors mate.

Our guide BuddyBuddy spoke with passion, almost like a poet storyteller, and at the end of the tour, we had a Jess classic chat about equality for women and respect. He bloody loved it and was like ‘You should come and speak to our community!’. I was like Uh what do you want me to say.

We got in a tuc tuc and decided to detour off to the Crab Shack restaurant for lunch as it was on the way, instead of for dinner as we’d planned. The tuc tuc driver casually said $8 for a journey we knew was $3, so we went sick at him and said that we weren’t stupid and that God was watching. Oooh hitting him right where it hurts there, that one always gets them. He took the $3 and scarpered.

Crab Shack was in a great location amongst the mangroves and the plank walkways to reach the restaurant were really cool. However, the moody unfriendly waitress that greeted us was definitely not cool. She had the WORST vibes, and as we went to our table, I was like ‘Are you ok?!’. She didn’t really react at first then kinda shrugged rudely and said ‘...I’m ok’. But she looked SO pissed off. I decided to not get annoyed, instead wondering what on earth had happened to her to make her so dead inside. She was like a dementor.

She wouldn’t let us sit on the table we wanted and then messed up our order and didn’t bring my ceviche starter (instead telling me I’d cancelled it). Fumin. When I asked for a bowl to clean my hands as I ate the prawns, she was like ‘Just go wash your hands at the sink’. At this point, I was like ‘No, get me a bowl please. Thanks’.

She turned up with a massive bowl omg it was like a bucket and all the staff were starring at me as I used it to keep cleaning my fingers 😂

I asked for ice for my juice and she came back over with no ice and starred at me like ‘We don’t have ice’. I said Ok and she just kept starring blankly at me. So I said Is there something else I can help you with? And after about 3 minutes (ok 5 seconds) of silent starring like a zombie she just went ‘...do you still want the juice...’ .

Phil’s vege curry was a 3/10 and by this point he was just desperate to leave (these two negative people had bought him down - tuc tuc driver and moody waitress) - so I ordered a tuc tuc. Different driver OBVS. Before he arrived though, another came to drop people off and Phil was SO KEEN to get in. Well, I mean he literally did get in. But I didn’t want to be a prick so said we had to wait for the one I’d ordered and Phil was not happy at all...but in the time we waited, I spotted baboons walking through the mangroves and got a right nice photo - so it all worked out in the end 😬 Phil’s mood was sinking at high speed though - it was a code red situation - and by the time we got back to the hotel, he needed a little lie down the poor wee worm. The Crab Shack experience had really upset the little lamb so we watched an episode of the Crown and Phil got his wee head to sleep for a few hours. Vom ‘o’ clock.

The first thing he said when he woke up a few hours later was

‘I hated that Crab Shack’.

😂😂😂

We got ourselves ready and went back to our Swahili place crossing our fingers it was open. And it was 🥳

I popped into the tailors next door (they place I’d been in a few nights before telling them about girl power) and they were like ‘Look its the teacher!’. I gave in a few bits to get fixed while Phil got the juices in (NO BEER AGAIN) and we ordered the nice vegetable selection and biryani.

But they bought our food out in stages, starting with rice part without the vege ffs, so we waited 10 minutes for veg and then he only bought out 1 of the 3 veg. It was all a bit weird and then some knobheads started playing music on their phones really loud so we cancelled the 2 veg that wasn’t ready and ate up.

I guess it sounds like we had a really annoying day but we actually didn’t, it was good like.

Went back home for more Crown and found a moment where someone says Npeter in it (which Luke told me was one of the top popular posh names of 2018 or something, but the N was silent lollllll) and it made my day 😂.