#what's up?

[catfindr]

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Okay so I just spent 2000 hours making the monsters in the Sims...

And as soon as I plopped these bitches into reality, Neil was Fine. And his two whims we're 'go for a jog' and 'become friends with Kevin'.

Incredible...

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

4 Non Blondes - What's Up?

[frosty-sneasel]

Lumiiiiiiiiiii -(@tinkatinktrain)

Jylahhhhhhhh

[czech-hunter-reject]

I'm outside on my terrace enjoying the last few days of sun while Spotify is playing on shuffle, and I was just thinking about Sense8 and then boom, What's Up? by 4 Non Blondes comes on.... at that moment the universe was on my side!! 💓

[clunge]

Mom Jeans - What’s Up?

[eirenical]

Lightning in a Bottle (1558 words) by eirenical

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: 莲花楼 | Mysterious Lotus Casebook (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Di Feisheng/Li Lianhua Characters: Di Feisheng, Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi, Li Lianhua Additional Tags: pre-10 years, POV Second Person, Fight Sex, Not Really Character Death, Rivals With Benefits, Enemies to Lovers, Canon Compliant, (...mostly), Pre-Canon, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known

Summary:

You're 15 years old and you hear his name for the first time. He defeated the demon of the Blood Realm, they say. A prodigy. The fastest sword in the jianghu. The promise of your generation fulfilled. A hero. You have no use for heroes.

August 24, 2023: Well. I distinctly had other plans for my first fic in this fandom, but sometimes the heart wants what it wants. XD

Enjoy? ^_^

Note: if you prefer a bittersweet, angsty ending, you can stop reading at the end chapter 1 with the East Sea battle. But I can never leave my sad endings sad, so there's a tiny epilogue for you in chapter 2 if you prefer a happier/more hopeful ending. ^_^

[fidjiefidjie]

Bon Soir ❤️ 🎸🤩 ❤️

Dolly Parton & Linda Perry 🎶 What's Up?

(Rockstar)

[maryjaneszombies-blog]

25 years and my life is still..

Trying to get up that great big hill .. of hope

For a destination

[caddy-whump-us]

A Visit to Ruslan

This is woefully incomplete but tl;dr: Viktor finally goes to visit his (wilder, less formal) brother, Ruslan, during one of Ruslan's huge gatherings. Of course he bring Etienne with him.

A handful of frail-looking figures, men and women both, were gathered on high-backed couches drawn up near the fireplace and all of them wearing red ribbons tied loosely around their necks; one of the young women wore a white bandage under her red ribbon.

As Etienne crutched towards them, they turned to look at him and, as he drew closer, Nikolai rose up slowly and came to meet him.

Nikolai’s black eyes flicked down at the brace around Etienne’s leg and the crutch under his arm. He drew in closer and whispered with some fear in his voice,“Etienne, what did you do?” And then, without waiting for an answer, he hissed, “You are an absolute fool.” But he still took Etienne’s free arm and led him over to the couches.

Etienne half sat and half collapsed into a seat with his braced leg stretched out in front of him. There was laughter in the room beyond them but here it was warmer and quieter.

“This is Etienne,” Nikolai said softly. “His master is Viktor [Surname], my master’s brother.” And there were nods and demure looks among them all.

Etienne nodded to them and then silence fell among them. What was there to say? They all knew what their red ribbons signified, and that kept them separate from the gathering beyond them. Etienne cast a glance at Nikolai’s bandaged hands and Nikolai tucked them closer to him and turned away. There was loud laughter somewhere behind them. One of the young men looked out over the high back of the couch. Another young woman’s hands were trembling.

“Have you been to visit Lord Ruslan before?” the young woman asked at last–a soft voice; a sweet, rose-scented voice.

Etienne stammered a moment. “No, I–I have not.”

One young man was lounging back in his seat, swinging one foot idly. He had been eyeing Etienne’s brace for a while but now looked him full in the face. ”No wonder.”

Nikolai gave an irritated sigh and closed his eyes. “Phillip…”

Etienne, though, turned to Phillip and, smiling politely: “I do beg your pardon, but what do you mean?”

Phillip leaned forward, languid. “Yes, please excuse me. Perhaps I misspoke. I mean your leg. He was smiling now. “Lord Ruslan lives so far afield from anywhere. It’s quite a long journey. And, well, most of them like to keep us as perfect as possible.” His voice dropped low now: “Your lord and master wouldn’t hobble you like that unless you were inclined to run. And he wouldn’t risk you running on your journey here. He might never find you again.”

“And you haven’t tried to run?”

“Of course I have,” Phillip answered. “But only once. Unlike you, it seems I can learn my lesson the first time.”

“How disgraceful,” Etienne said; Phillip rolled his eyes. “You try once and then give up entirely. It’s pathetic, really.”

Phillip was lounging in his seat again. “I wonder if he thinks your leg will mend itself when he takes you.”

“He won’t–take me, I mean.”

“Are you so sure? What are you going to do–run away again?”

“Yes. As many times as I have to,” Etienne said, his voice rising. “I was taken against my will and I refuse to bend to his expectations of me.”

“Etienne, please,” Nikolai whispered, looking at him sidelong and through his eyelashes.

“Imagine a crippled vampire,” Phillip said, still staring at Etienne. “Imagine you hobbling along after your prey.”

Etienne jumped up unsteadily, balanced on his better leg. “I will never–”

“Etienne.”

The voice came from out in the room beyond the couches. Nikolai closed his eyes. The chatter in the room quieted. Etienne turned his head slowly to see Viktor in the crowd. He straightened up just as slowly; both wore faces like blank masks. Viktor held out one hand and crooked a finger to beckon Etienne over.

Etienne grabbed for his crutch and seemed fit to stab it through the floor as he made his way over. When he was within reach, Viktor caught him by the scruff of his neck and held him there, half hunched. The chatter in the room began again.

Phillip turned his attention to Nikolai. “He’s going to end up a wanderer. He’ll be half-mad and eating goats.”

“He’s a childish idiot,” the girl next to Phillip said. “To be given something so precious only to throw it back in his master’s face.”

“Please,” Nikolai said again. He was clenching his hands tighter now; he’d not been given his usual dose yet and the wanting was beginning to gnaw at him. And since he’d not been given it yet, then it would be later, which would mean that he was to be shared, which–and he realized The girl’s gray eyes were on him. He looked at her, then looked away.

She, though, tipped herself onto the couch so she was half-sitting, half-lying, and close enough to whisper with Phillip. Phillip dropped down with her and they lay there, propped on their elbows, face-to-face.

“Can you imagine,” she said, not whispering, “if Nikolai is taken and then that Etienne turns out to be his black swan?”

“Is it possible?” Phillip asked, beginning now to grin. “I’ve never heard of a black swan shared between two.”

“It must be! Only if they never meet, then they’ll never know.”

“But why our Nikolai?”

“Did you see how he was with our new friend Etienne?” And they both giggled.

“Lily–how badly do you think Nikolai wants him?” Phillip asked, his eyes sly and narrow.

“Terribly,” Lily answered, just as sly. “So many hours spent pining and weeping, perhaps even–” The girl beside Lily, with the white bandage under her ribbon, touched Lily’s shoulder gently, a warning. Lily paused for a moment. Then: “Nikolai, how badly do you want him?”

Nikolai was gazing into the coals at the bottom of the fire. “Not at all,” he said. And suddenly his hand felt emptier of the ring that should have been there.

[b-etter]

And I'm not sure why nothing makes me feel like getting out of bed

And I'm not sure what's going wrong inside my head

I've honestly never felt this lousy in my life before

It makes no sense to me, I should be happy, should be thankful for

The friends I have around me, the support of my fractured family

But still I'm just pretending that I'm fine

When I'm feeling lousy all the time

[constantlyfalling]

I think you only joined Dauntless for the zipline

[hostiae]

sometimes i think about how much i love jack krauser and it's a problem.

[betterlovers]

[babacontainsmultitudes]

hai

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