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reaegis · 1 year
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10 years just flew by huh, well, HAPPY MUTATION DAY!!!
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plurralthing · 7 months
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please for the love of god i want my mind and this fuckinf body to stop feeling like im going to die and lose everything i love within the next 5 minutes
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#im so paranoid and ive lost so much sleep over it on certain nights and lo and behold this happens to be another one of those nights#'ok well just stop thinkjng about it' HOW#im gonna be real with you i literally cant like i physically cant do that for an extended let alone infinite period of time#theres like several headmates who accept death and/or just dont think about it and i literally dont get how#looking kitsunami dead in the fucking eyes#and every time i ask him how he WONT ANSWER#i have an interview tomorrow i cant SLEEP because i have this overwhelming feeling of dread over me#i dknt have an actual job yet still and im glad my partners got a job (a great onw actually) but gghGhaaAAAAAAA#like. im always trying to comprehend whats there in the afterlife and the lack of an answer freaks me the fuck out#im literally grabbing my tail and running in circles#but this fucking CHILD in our system (kitsunami) has it all figured the fuck out AND HE WONT TELL ME SHIT#idk im. so upset#i need tk sleep by i CANT and j cant draw rn and. gGGGHHHHHHAAAAHAGGGHHH kills#and not to mention the STATE OF THE WORLD THE ABSOLUTW STATE OF IT ALL#im getting beaten jntk the dirt by capitalism#im literally wishing for a JOB on my fucking birthday A FUCKING JOB#AND MY.PARENTS BLESS THEIR HEARTS OFFERED MONEY BUT I KNOW IF I USE THAT MONEY IM GONNA GET SO DEPRESSED#BECAUSE IM HAVING TO USE MY FUCKINF BIRTHDAY MONEY TO **LIIIIIIIIIVE**#CANT BUY JACK SHITS WORTH OF HAPPINESS WHEN THERES RENT TO PAY OFF#and its literally eating away at me i cant tell you the amount of tjmes ive gotten snappy around my partner and i hate mtself so much for it#they dont deserve that at all but i do it becaise im STRESSED and i want to keep them SAFE and i want them.to LIVE#and i wsnt to keep us out of the jaws of a capitalist dystopia#but it always feels like its too late and the teeth are already closing down and drainging me of every ounce of lifw i have#or are about to#and it makes me fear for my life cause who knows when im gonna die!!!#and i have such a fat ass unchecksd ego that i worry if anyones ever gonna remember me#and if no one does thwn WHAT DK I DO#ILL JUST BE LOST TO TIME MAN. ITS SSUCH A HORRIFYING CONCEPT#MY PARENTS WILL BE GONE I WOULD HAVE ACCOMPLISHED NOTHING AND NO ONE WILL REMEMVER ME LET ALONE CARE????#anyways. enjoy your day/night haha wow who said all that
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Celebrating A Day Early
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Happy Birthday LL Cool J 🎉🎉
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gabigabigabby · 4 months
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cristiano's daughter | j. félix
joão félix x ronaldo!footballer!reader
synopsis: joão steals your celebration as his way of telling you that goal was yours
a/n: plot is set during the euro qualifier game against luxembourg in march where he did that celebration with his arms crossed (ifykyk). joão is barça player bc it's perfect for this plot and y/n is barça femeni player. again, perfect for the plot. ALSO THANK YOU FOR 700++ FOLLOWERS, ik it's bee a while since i was on here but i really do appreciate all the love you give on my works 🥹🥹 so enjoy this one!
content/warnings: fluffy as hell, y/n taking a promise extremely seriously, dialogue in portuguese and spanish, eva and mateo being the cutest twin siblings ever, not proofread, lmk if i missed anything! 💫
🎵 streaming: infrunami - steve lacy
"papá nos estamos mirando. devuélvenos el saludo." gio begins talking, but you were in your football la-la-land.
i could've done a bicycle kick yesterday, you thought. it could've been my match.
don't you just love it? being in your own thoughts for the 500th time today. sense the sarcasm? "y/n," gio catches your attention, snapping you out of your head. "joão te busca, cariño." [dad is looking for us, wave back. joão is looking for you, sweetheart.]
your eyes run all over the pitch before landing on the squad, joão the second to last guy in the line-up. he sends you a wave, grinning to himself when he sees you facing him. he'd never know if you were making eye contact or not; he was just happy you were there. you wave back at him, not even bothering to hide your smile from your stepmother.
"estoy feliz de que estés feliz. y tienes suerte porque es un chico lindo," gio winks before you both share a laugh; something you missed sharing with georgina. because of your tight schedule and the fact that you play football in spain and don't live in riyadh with your parents and siblings, you'd missed out every single important thing that's happened in the ronaldo house. eva and mateo's sixth birthday, alana's first day of school, bella's first steps, junior joining the al-nassr academy. everything. "¿sabes lo que significa? bebés lindos." [i'm happy you're happy. and you're lucky because he's a cute boy. and you know what that means? cute babies.]
"mamá!" you try to stop gio from going any further. because babies? aren't you too young to be thinking about children right now? your career at barcelona had only begun to skyrocket, and joão had only recently began his season stint at the club. children and settling down should be the last thing on both your minds. although every now and then, you can't help but think about it. would you and joão last long enough for children of your own in the future? "i'm only 22." you mutter under your breath, soft enough for gio to completely miss it.
the referee's whistle snaps you out of your own thoughts — a place you'd often find yourself in when you're out of the pitch. you were worried about the fact that joão barely got to feel the ball. especially after he promised you he'd give you a strike tonight.
"no, i promise," his voice lingers around you from hours ago. "i'll make sure i get the ball, and it's yours, querida. eu prometo." [i promise]
well, he promised — and promises stick with you like gorilla glue. even at the ripe old age of 22, you still believe in pinky promises the way georgina still believes in romance movies. that's besides the point.
it was up till the point after your dad was awarded a penalty. he took it, it went in, your dad is a worldwide legend, blah blah blah. you knew it was bound to happen everytime portugal play. the game was inching up to 14 minutes as your legs begin to bounce nervously. what made it worse was that mateo was on your lap when it happened.
"querida, why are your legs shaking?" mateo's neck cranes to look at you. all you could give him was a weak smile.
"nothing, 'zinho. just nervous for papai like all of us, né?" you answer, hoping mateo will take it and leave it alone.
"you're nervous for joão." if there's one thing you could curse about mateo, it's how close he is to you, even though you no longer live with your family. on his day, mateo would feel lonely — even though he's a twin — and ask gio to facetime you. most of the time, he'd catch you at the right time; driving back home from training, going out for lunch with joão on an off day. and sometimes you wouldn't pick up, occupied with training for the upcoming game that week.
mateo would never fail to call you at least twice a month, understanding how tight your schedule is and that he has to leave you alone sometimes, afraid you'd be exhausted after a long day of training. sometimes you'd give him a call too, missing your queridinho on your day.
"não somos todos?" you nervously chuckle, your hands were resting on mateo's lap, its fingers slowly picking at your cuticles. [aren't we all?]
"si, but you're stressed," mateo pouts. "joão told me you made him promise to score tonight. and you know what, y/n? i hope he scores too." he gives you his typical mateo smile; the absolute sweetest thing you could ever see.
not even a mere few seconds later, a cross from bernardo comes in. you try to anticipate which portugal boy it'd reach. you released a breath you didn't realise you were holding when you see the ball making immediate contact with joão's head, as he nicks the ball in past the luxembourg goalkeeper.
the crowd was anticlimactic, though, you'd have to say. there is a totally valid reason for it. is joão offside or not? the referee blows his whistle, giving the goal to portugal as they now lead the game 2-0. you carefully picked mateo up as you stand, the boy's arms in the air as he celebrates the allowed goal from his hermano. you watch as joão turns to the grandstand your family is situated at.
you can only assume he's looking at you at that point, but gio turns to face you and mateo to state the obvious. "el te esta mirando!" gio screams in a whispery manner. you'd only assumed that, but you were wearing the white portugal away kit, allowing joão to identify you clear as day from the pitch compared to the rest of your family who were clad in black winter coats. you agree, the weather is a bit nippy in luxembourg.
joão looks you dead in the eye — or you assume — and crosses his arms. you immediately realise what it meant, smiling to yourself as your dad, bruno and bernardo begin to crowd him and give him words of congratulations on the smooth yet second nature goal of his.
you wait till after the game, where they defeat luxembourg 6-0 to regroup with joão and cristiano. cris, before anything, would engulf gio and bella first, giving joão full leeway to reach for you first. "did you see?!" the taste of excitement is still sweet and prominent on joão's tongue when he speaks.
"i saw! my celebration at barça. thief." you joke, pushing a fist into his bicep playfully.
"amo-te, linda. obrigado por estar aqui." joão smiles, not hesitating to squish your face into his chest. [i love you beautiful, thank you for being here]
"eu vim buscar o papai, mas tudo bem." you shrug jokingly before finding yourself in your papai's arms and listening to him thank you for coming to a portugal game — an away game, no less. [i came for dad, but okay]
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“i thought you’d at least ask me to be your valentine…” “we’ve been together for three years, i thought that was a given.” + Daniel ❤️
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summ. – cinema date night and ice cream with daniel rating – mature (sexual references) word count – 736 masterlist
“That was one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen.”
Daniel’s hand was intertwined with yours as he guided you through the popcorn-scented foyer, cap covering his unruly curls and praying he didn’t get recognised. Cinemas were usually on the no-go zone for the two of you, just for the simple fact that Daniel couldn’t really go anywhere without getting hounded and there had been a couple of occasions where things got a little out of hand. But you had suggested a movie night and he never wanted to shoot down your ideas, especially if it meant spending a couple of hours with you in the dark.
“The worst!” You laughed, “J-Lo really deserved better – honestly, I didn't think it would be that bad… then it got violent and weird so I’m sorry for dragging you out for that.”
Daniel shook his head fervently, “No way – you could literally drag me to the depths of hell, which you will, and I’d be happy.”
He was sweet, naughty but sweet as he pulled you closer into his side, unclasping your hands and wrapping his arm around your shoulder now that the path was clear. Stepping in perfect time.
It was chillier than you expected in Hollywood and you were grateful for his warmth. You could always rely on Daniel for that extra bit of body heat whenever you needed it, sharing is caring he would always say before wrapping you up like a burrito. The two of you walked for a couple of blocks, pointing out all of the interesting characters tumbling out of restaurants after too many glasses of wine and admiring the bright neon signs until Daniel stopped at a quaint, hole in the wall ice-cream shop on the strip.
You both picked up a waffle cone each, the overloaded ice cream already melting down the sides before you’d even left the store. Daniel had requested salted caramel, you chose boysenberry – both happily content with your choices as you continued to walk back the few blocks to your car.
“We really don’t do this enough, baby. Just you and me, pounding the late night pavement,” Daniel joked through his sincerity like he always did, licking his cone and glancing down at you.
“Maybe we have been a little stuck in our ways but when you’re home, I just want you all to myself,” You reasoned, bumping your shoulder into his arm gently and making him chuckle, “If I could lock you up and throw away the key I would.”
“Kinky,” Daniel quipped back before taking another spoonful of ice cream into his smirking mouth, “I thought you would’ve at least asked me to be your Valentine. So mean…” He trailed off, taunting.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes before glancing up at your pain in the arse boyfriend, “Honey, we’ve been together for three years, I thought that was a given!”
“Still hurts, babe. Like a knife through the heart,” He grimaced and held his free hand to his chest, putting on a show for you and the couples sitting at the restaurant you were walking past.
“Poor little Danny,” You mocked quietly and grasped the hand that was still clutching his broken heart, “What could I ever do to make it up to you?”
He chuckled at your sultry voice and innocent eyes act you were playing up for him, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to really look at you. For a second, he thought he was dreaming. A Valentine's Day spent physically with you was like Christmas and his birthday all rolled into one. He never cared about the stupid holiday before he met you but now, standing here with you in the windy Los Angeles streets, he cared more than anything. Daniel loved you.
“I can think of a couple'a things… but a kiss would be nice.”
You didn’t hesitate to step forward and press a slow, tender kiss to his lips. They were soft and sweet from the sugary toppings, both flavours of your ice cream mixing together as he snaked his arm around your waist, holding you close. You didn’t need a rom-com to tell you what true love felt like.
You were experiencing it right there, on Hollywood Boulevard.
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a/n – i love writing danny ric so much, thank you for the request!
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camewiththeframe · 7 days
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"Promise me, Jean. Hold on…until your birthday—for me. At least taste being thirty."
She considered this but then shook her head. “Where will you be? Not this you, but the younger one, the one of this time? Where will he be that night?"
More Jean x Robert (and a happy ending) PART 2
(PART ONE 🔗HERE)
Quick Summary of Pt 1, taken from Robert J Sawyer’s The Oppenheimer Alternative: In 1967, an ailing Robert tests the time machine he & his fellow Manhattan Project scientists have built, by going back to 1944 to see if he can convince Jean not to kill herself.
“You know I'm working on a secret project.”
"Something so important? So desperately important?" She looked at him with imploring eyes. "What is it, then? What is this damn thing that matters more than me?"
Jean looked at him, jade eyes pleading…
A woman who loved him.
A woman he loved.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I can't. But if you can hold on" — he closed his eyes, did the math-"Five hundred and seventy-nine days, I promise you'll know." The whole world will know.
"That's so far in the future."
He smiled sadly. "I was just thinking that's so long ago. August sixth, 1945." He shook his head.
She got up off her wooden chair and sat next to him on the couch. "And if I wait that long, will we be together?"
He felt his heart kick. There was indeed another Robert Oppenheimer, right now, toiling away in Los Alamos, a young, energetic Oppie …That Oppie would be the one who would be looking to build a post-war life. What choice would he—that other he—make if he had an option?
He—this Oppie-hadn't had any choice to make once Japan surrendered; Jean had been long gone for him.
But if she had held on, if she'd still been alive when that other Oppie could depart the mesa for good?
He turned and hugged her as tightly as he was able, but it was barely enough to compress the fabric of her blouse where it billowed out.
"Please hang on," he said, thinking, Lord, these affairs are hard on the heart. "Just hang on. A year and a half. And then, if you're free and you're still interested, yes, I'm sure we'll be together."
"Forever?" she asked, burying her head in his bony shoulder.
He nodded slightly. "Until the end of the world."
🥲❤️
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Gifs @oppienheimer @st-alia-atreides
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luciehercndale · 11 months
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True Love Stories Never Have Endings
A belated birthday gift for @emmcarstairs 💜 I tried to put your most favorite ships together in a fan fiction, I hope you like it!
London, Spring 2015
Emma sat on the new parquet of the living room at Blackthorn Hall, sifting through a couple of cream-colored cardboard boxes. She and Julian found them in a closet in the only part of the house that they hadn’t renovated yet, the one dating from the 60’s. Emma wasn’t sure why they’d left that one for last. Perhaps Julian had foresighted that they’d find something valuable in there.
“There are a lot of personal belongings in this wing,” she noticed when they started checking the cupboards and the drawers. “I wonder who lived here? Do you have any idea?”
“I really don’t,” Julian shrugged. “Perhaps a Blackthorn?” he offered, but he thought he would have known. 
“Could your father and uncle might’ve lived here?” Emma wondered, but Julian quickly shook his head. She went back to her box, and found a tiny one with gray stripes on it. Inside, there were a bunch of black and white photographs with the name of the person pictured and the date on the back. In most of the photos there were little kids, three boys and a girl. They looked happy, and they seemed familiar even though they lived a century earlier. “Teddy, Kitty, Willy, Robby,” Emma said out loud, “they were Blackthorns.”
“Blackthorns who named all their children with names ending in -y,” Julian came closer to look at the photos. “I guess it’s a family tradition to follow a theme,” he laughed, thinking about his own family. “Perhaps they inspired the next generations.” He continued his search until he found a box made of wood in one of the drawers of the closet. Some of the blue velvet covering it was coming off, but it was still in good condition. There was a golden inscription on the top, with the Blackthorn family symbol underneath. “L&J, Spring 1908. True Love Stories Never Have Endings.” 
“Wow, this looks old. My parents used to have one too, it belonged to my grandma,” Emma said, suddenly interested in what Julian was looking at. “Who are L&J?”
“Blackthorns?” Julian offered with a shrug, pointing to the circle of thorns on the velvet. “I believe it was them,” he continued after opening the box, where he found a few pictures. The couple pictured could’ve been around their age. “It must have been their wedding day, considering the poses. The girl has a bouquet and this looks like wedding attire, I don’t know,” he showed it to Emma. 
“Lucie and Jesse Blackthorn, May 13, 1908. Our wedding day. You’re right,” Emma read aloud. “There’s even a tiny heart drawn here, how cute,” she smiled. “They must’ve been your great-great-great grandparents, I guess? They look a lot like you and your siblings” she observed the picture better. “I think I remember this guy from one of the portraits at the Los Angeles Institute.”
“I believe he is Rupert’s son,” he said. “They look so much like Livvy and Ty when they were little children,” Julian continued with a faraway expression, pointing a finger on the locket around the girl’s neck. It was the same one Julian had given to Livvy and that now Ty kept. “They must be the reason the Blackthorn family didn’t cease to exist after Rupert died.”
“Indeed,” Emma covered his hand with hers. “And that you’re here, with me, today,” she said lovingly, pressing her lips on his. “So thank you, Lucie and Jesse Blackthorn?”
“We should keep these photographs and memories in a safe place,” Julian nodded. “These are family heirlooms, like the locket,” he showed the two rings he found inside to Emma. They had the same inscription as the top of the box. “I don’t want them to be lost in this ruckus.”
“Smart idea,” she agreed. “Let’s see what more we have here, then.”
London, Spring 1908
It was the day before her much awaited marriage with Jesse, and Lucie was too busy worrying about her vows. Not only the vows she would exchange during the ceremony, but also the ones she would say in front of the guests before the wedding feast. She knew she could’ve just thanked everyone for being there, but as usual, she’d been verbose, as Cordelia had defined her speech. “You need to be more concise, the guests would be starving once you’re done,” she’d suggested. She was probably right, but she still couldn’t help but write half a page of words of affection and gratitude towards her future husband and her guests. They would understand. 
Jesse couldn’t even sit down to eat dinner the evening before the wedding. He asked his aunt Cecily and uncle Gabriel to spend the night at their house in Bedford street. “It’s tradition that I am not to see Lucie the day before the wedding,” he explained. “Dear, traditions are made to be broken,” Cecily said. “You’re just like your uncle Gabriel,” she laughed, and told him that they had been in a similar living arrangement before they got married, and he had done the same. “I went to my brother’s house the night before our wedding,” uncle Gabriel started, and they spent the remainder of the time talking about past memories, trying to ease Jesse’s anxiety. 
Neither he or Lucie could sleep that night, but at least it was all a blur after preparations started early in the morning. Lucie could barely remember her mother and her friends helping her with her hair and dress, before she set for the sanctuary. Nor Jesse could recall the embarrassment he felt realizing his palms were sweaty when he caught sight of the girl he loved walking down the aisle. Lucie didn’t forget her vows, while Jesse had a brief lapse of memory but he quickly remembered the words he had to say. “I’m sorry for earlier,” he told Lucie when they were taking pictures after the ceremony ended. “I was totally dumbstruck,” he confessed shyly.
“No need to apologize,” she muttered with a grin, still blushing. “We made it through, that’s what matters the most, right? ”
“No talking until we take at least five pictures,” said the vampire photographer her father hired. “It takes a few minutes to process these, so stay still and smile for the camera! Don’t you want your descendants to remember you?”
“Of course we do,” Jesse told the guy with a pleasant smile, “but let me kiss my wife before we start.” He glanced at Lucie, and she waited expectantly to be kissed. 
The vampire had to cough to make them stop. “Shadowhunters in love, the things I abhor the most,” he muttered, “I wonder why I accepted this job!”
“To make a living?” Lucie chanced, but the vampire rolled his eyes. “I apologize, that was bad. Please, we’ll behave. We’re eager to have our pictures taken,” she said excitedly. 
The vampire shook his head and muttered how Shadowhunter's sense of humor was of poor taste, but he still took their wedding pictures, preserving their memory to this day.
So, thank you Emma and Julian for remembering your Blackthorn ancestors.
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scotianostra · 11 months
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Happy Birthday musician Davey Johnstone, who forged a career of over 50 years as Elton John;s guitarist.
Born David William Logan Johnstone  on this day 1951 in Edinburgh, Davey was having a perfectly fine career in the folk music world before he was whisked away to a life of rock and roll with one of the worlds biggest “pop” stars Elton John.
Having moved to London in 1968, Davey got his first album credit that year on the Noel Murphy LP, Another Round. Noel and Davey then formed the band Draught Porridge in 1969. In 1970 Davey played on the album Seasons by Magna Carta and in 1971 joined that group as second guitarist. Their next album, Songs From Wasties Orchard, was helmed by Elton’s producer, Gus Dudgeon.Gus asked Davey to contribute to Bernie Taupin’s solo album in 1971. Davey played guitar, sitar, banjo, mandolin and lute while Bernie read his poetry aloud. 
Soon after, in August 1971, Gus called upon Davey once more, this time to play acoustic guitar and mandolin parts on four songs on Elton’s Madman Across The Water album, including the intricate harmonic part that anchors the title track. A week or so later, Elton invited Davey to join the band full-time, joining drummer Nigel Olsson and bassist Dee Murray both in the studio and on stage — and thus was born the group that solidified Elton’s sound.
Since then Davey has been an indispensable part of most of Elton’s albums.Through the decades, Johnstone has squeezed in an equally impressive, varied body of work as an in-demand session player. His roster includes Stevie Nicks, Bob Seger, Alice Cooper, Rod Stewart, Meat Loaf, the Pointer Sisters, Olivia Newton-John, Judy Collins, and many others. He has also done movie music for James Newton Howard and Hans Zimmer.
Johnstone lives in Los Angeles with his wife. He has seven children.
On 10 June 2009, Johnstone played a landmark 2,000th show as a member of the Elton John Band at the SECC Glasgow , he is currently serving as John's musical director, in addition to his guitar work. I looked through the credits for the Elton John film, Rocketman, due out this month and he doesn't seem to feature in it, you will however be able to see Scotsman Richard Madden as Eltons manager John Reid, a much better casting than Irishman Aidan Gillen, who played Reid in the Freddie Mercury bio, Bohemian Rhapsody
.Johnstone recently said "I’ve Had an Amazing, Unbelievable Career”: He released a new solo album – Deeper Than My Roots, only his third solo project, from what I can gather he put the album together during the hiatus most people had during the covid pandemic.
For the musicians out there he mainly uses a Les Paul Deluxe which he bought inn 1972. As you can imagine he has used a plethora of guitars including his trusty ’72 Les Paul Deluxe, a Gibson L-5, B.B. King Lucille, a ’69 Strat, and an Ernie Ball EVH. Acoustics included a Takamine, Gibson J-200, and a late-’60s Yamaha FG-140 he played on many of John’s ’70s classics.
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moenmomentsthemoe-en · 4 months
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18, 20, 22 ask thang :3
HIHI J!!! THANK U FOR THA QUESTIONS
this became sorta long becasu i. me me ramble so ill put the answers under a cut!
ask game here :D
18. A memorable meal this year?
oohh hard pick. mmm id say maybe ice cream sundae days or milkshake days!! or those coffee dates i used to go on my own :] . i dont get much money to spend on stuff like those so like. when i do. its when im having an Experience. also i think its nice to sit down with a sweet drink .
im never going to forget my 9.30pm accidentally upsized white mocha latte when i was so so so stressed about not keeping up with assignments, failing at developing proper skills, going over curfew + not having a good life but also being too stressed out that i was numb to it? then lo and behold the barista said theyd accidentally upsized my drink and i didnt have to pay extra for it and that was really nice of them . it came when i was at a low point so !!! :] (AUHG THE DRINK WAS REALLY BITTER BUT i was touched )
20. What’s something you learned this year?
uhhh. i learnt to be niceys. to myself? i think. OOHH and i learnt a lot of technical art stuff but tbh thats a stressor on itself
the ten thousand things ive learnt this year are mostly about my own mental condition and i dont wanna traumadump auhga (BUT its helped me to know atleast)
OH ALSO if you beat a mixture with flour in it for too long it creates too much gluten and causes ur food to be hard n thick which is not niceys (want AIR and FLUFF)
22. Favorite place you visited this year?
Cat cafe !!!! i went there on my birthday by myself and it was really nice just. eating n drawing in the presence of cats. and also one staff member wished me a happy birthday which was really nice of them since it was a rough day !!
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feelin-lo · 10 months
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Happy birthday, Lo! Hope you have an amazing, and wonderful day! -J
Aweeee!!!
Thank you so much! It's been a while, how've you been?
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Everyone's been so nice today-!!
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thesilliestcake · 5 months
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trick or treat ^v^
Im so sorry that this is 2 days late, I did not check tumblr these past 2 days 😭. On the flipside, happy dia de los meuertos! (and happy birthday to me ig)
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Have some nice, late, j-peg candy ^w^
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twwpress · 3 months
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Weekly Press Briefing #78: December 17th - 23rd
Welcome back to the Weekly Press Briefing, where we bring you highlights from The West Wing fandom each week, including new fics, ongoing challenges, and more! This briefing covers all things posted from December 17 - December 23. Did we miss something? Let us know; you can find our contact info at the bottom of this briefing! 
Challenges/Prompts:
There are no open challenges/prompts that we know of this week. Do you have a challenge or event you’d like us to promote or know of one we’re missing? Be sure to get in touch with us! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.
This Week in Canon:
Welcome back to This Week in Canon, where we revisit moments in The West Wing that occurred on these dates during the show’s run. Happy canonical birthday (December 23) to Toby Ziegler! 
Photos/Videos:
Here’s what was posted from December 17 - December 23:
Allison Janney posted art of Jane Fonda for her birthday encouraging people to support her Climate PAC.
Amy Landecker posted photos of herself and Brad touring the Dumais House in support of the non-profit Los Angeles Room and Board. 
Josh Malina posted a bitmoji of himself of Santa’s lap. 
Josh Malina posted a video of himself in Thrilling Adventure Hour. 
Marlee Matlin posted a video announcing that she’s going to be a grandmother and showing her daughter’s pregnant belly and gender reveal cake. 
Marlee Matlin posted a photo of herself with her best friend, Alexis Kashar, in celebration of her birthday. 
Melissa Fitzgerald posted photos from a White House party: 1 | 2
Peter James Smith posted photos of himself on the Air Force One plane that was used from 1973 - 2001. 
Rob Lowe posted a photo of a billboard of his upcoming reality show, The Floor, which premieres 1/2 on Fox. 
Rob Lowe posted a photo of his sons and dogs decked out in Christmas gear in front of the tree. 
Donna Moss Daily: December 17 | December 18 | December 19 | December 20 | December 21 | December 22 | December 23
Daily Josh Lyman: December 17 | December 18 | December 19 | December 20 | December 21 | December 22 | December 23
No Context BWhit: December 17 | December 18 | December 19 | December 20 | December 21 | | December 23
@twwarchive: December 18 | December 22 | December 23
@twwgifs: December 21
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We’ve rounded up some of our favorite Christmas-related fics for you to enjoy this holiday season. Be sure to share your favorites too!
and you would be there too (under the mistletoe) by hanyolo | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Donna doesn’t need to look up. She knows exactly what C.J. is talking about. She knows that Margaret has spent the past three weeks hanging mistletoe in various spots around the building in the hopes of catching people out. Josh, ever oblivious, slowly cranes his neck, a soft oh escaping as his eyes land on the sprig of mistletoe hanging above their heads. // five times josh and donna get caught under the mistletoe in this city’s barren cold, I still remember the first fall of snow by JediAnnieScrambler |  C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler | Complete | Ten years after she walked out of his life, Toby wonders what might have been if he want after CJ, until one morning he wakes up in a world where they did have a family together. baby, it’s cold outside by crossingdelancey | Rated T | C.J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt | Complete |  ‘Well, how about this way? I love that you get cold when it’s seventy one degrees out, I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich, I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts, I love that after I spend a day with you I can still smell your perfume on my clothes and I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of the life to start as soon as possible.’ O Christmas Tree by ETraytin | Rated T | Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet | Complete | Jed and Abbey, at home in Manchester, having an involved discussion on Christmas trees, pickup trucks, and times when a man stands up. 24 Post-Its by isquinnabel | Rated G | Ainsley Hayes/Sam Seaborn | Complete | The last of Ainsley's cookie stash mysteriously vanishes. christmas spirits by crickets | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn | Complete  Christmas Future by krazykitkat | Rated T | Danny Concannon/C.J. Cregg | Complete | “How bad have you been this year?”
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trashy-bowtie · 2 years
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My Hero Academia Characters and the Music They Listen to
This is my first time writing headcanons on Tumblr so be nice and don’t be afraid to like/reblog!
✨Aoyama - I feel like he’d obvi listen to French music. I also see him liking pop stuff (bubblegum pop). Artists: Poppy, Katy Perry, Bananarama, Aqua, and New Kids on The Block
🥊Mina - For her I see her as more hip hop since she can breakdance well. Artists: Doja Cat, Nicki Minaj, Eminem, Run D.M.C, Charli XCX, Technotronic, and OutKast
🐸Froppy - She’s very chill so I picture different kinds of lo-fi like Japanese and Rainy lo-fi. Artists: Florence + The Machine, Fitz and the Tantrums, and Weezer
👟Iida - I honestly couldn’t even tell you a specific genre. I can’t really picture one, only just certain artists. Probs some synth wave if I’m being honest. Artists: Queen, Lost Years, Timecop, Børns, MØ, Lumineers, Holy Ghost, and Lord Huron
🥰Uraraka - I feel like she’d be into indie and pop! Probs k-pop too. Artists: HyunA, 4Minute, Blackpink, Alt-J, Christina Aguilera, Stevie Nicks, and Marina
⚡️Kaminari - I get glam rock vibes tbh but also dance hits of the 2000s/2010s with this man. No inbetween. Artists: Duran Duran, David Bowie, ZZ Top, Jay Sean, Taio Cruz, Lady Gaga, Black Eyed Peas, Breathe Carolina, 3OH!3, and The Runaways
🪨Kirishima - I feel like he’d go for anything upbeat and stuff that would make my manly mans hype himself up and feel good! Artists: AJR, The Weeknd, B-52s, Survivor, Young MC, Sean Kingston, and John Cafferty
🎧Jiro - My bestie would be all over the rock, grunge, and alt scene for sure. Probs into some mo music too. Artists: Nirvana, Pearl Jam, The Clash, Cutting Crew, Thousand Foot Krutch, Ramones, Breton, All Time Low, Sur, Fit For Rivals, and Sleeping Wolf
🦅Tokoyami - Also into alternative, but more darkwave and industrial. Artists: Type O Negative, Portishead, Massive Attack, Widowspeak, Just Mustard, and Ministry
❄️🔥Todoroki - Very traditional Japanese. I feel like he would hardly listen to music with words, but if he did it would be hella chill with deep meaning. Artists: Sia, Modest Mouse, Grateful Dead, M83, and Pip Blom
💥Bakugo - Rock and Metal. Pissy, angry, loud music. His music and him are 100% on the same page at ALL times. Artists: Nine Inch Nails, KMFDM, Lunatic Calm, AC/DC, Disturbed, Green Day, Hollywood Undead, The Exploited, Dope, Orgy, and Quiet Riot
📖Momo - I feel like she’d listen to classical music as well as just lowkey, chill music. Artists: Valerie Broussard, Ann Marr, Mother Mother, Twenty One Pilots, Lana Del Rey, and Lorde
👊Midoriya - Aw smol bb. I feel like he’d have a well rounded taste. Like tbh he’d be down for really anything. I def get 60s vibes from him though. Artists: The Zombies, Van Morrison, Avicii, They Might Be Giants, The Turtles, The Monkees, and Silversun Pickups
🧠Shinso - Ohoho this man. This MAN is DEFINITELY all over the 80s alt scene. I feel like he’d like stuff that sounds happy or even chill, but the lyrics are depressing. Artists: The Birthday Massacre, Depeche Mode, Pet Shop Boys, Bauhaus, The Smiths, Caravan Palace, Tears For Fears, Oasis, Bronski Beat, Oingo Boingo, Peter Gabriel, and Genesis
🔥Dabi - Another pissy rock alt bitch. I feel like he would also have deeper meaning in his music without meaning to. Artists: Rammstein, Marilyn Manson, Ice Nine Kills, Motionless in White, Deftones, Pantera, Lil Peep, Grandson, A Perfect Circle, Rob Zombie, and Sisters of Mercy
🩸Toga - hard to decide, but I feel like a girly alternative. Also some k-pop too. Artists: Block B, Melanie Martinez, Ke$ha, Spice Girls, Grimes, K.Flay, Insane Clown Posse, Skynd, and Halsey
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the 1969 film ALICE’S RESTAURANT, Adam Arkin, Ginger Baker, The Beatles 1967 “All You Need is Love” single, Coco Chanel, Bill Clinton, songwriter Roger Cook, the daguerreotype (1839), Darius Danesh, John Deacon, Dave Douglas (Reliant K), Eddie Durham, Philo Farnsworth, Rob Fenstermacher, Jonathan Frakes (great to have met you), Ian Gillan, Fumio Hayasaka, Susan Jacks, L.Q. Jones, Margie Joseph, The Knack’s 1979 “My Sharrona” single, Billy J. Kramer, Deana Martin (great to have gigged with you), Diana Muldaur, Luis Muñoz, Spud Murphy, one of my heroes Johnny Nash, Ogden Nash, National Aviation Day (1939), Debra Paget, the 1944 liberation of Paris, Christina Perri, Beat Raaflaub, Eddy Raven, Gene Roddenberry, John Stamos, Jason Starkey, my excellent boss Nate Stevens, Clay Walker, Lee Ann Womack, and singer-songwriter and gospel music provocateur Edwin Hawkins. He challenged prevailing notions about sacred vs. secular and broadened the field for gospel music, bridging it with funk, pop, rock, and soul. Despite challenges to his early career and ministry, he earned many awards and made many well-received records, yet still kept his eyes on God. He’s best known for his recording of “Oh Happy Day, “ an extension of an 18th century hymn. Edwin updated it in 1967 and his worship group played it repeatedly at the Ephesian Church of God in Christ in Berkeley CA. In 1969 Hawkins took the church group and made a small budget recording of it on a custom label, with Dorothy Combs Morrison on co-lead vocals. Their modest production is lo-fi by today’s standards but—lo and behold—the track became a surprise international hit, reaching #4 in the USA, #2 in the UK, Canada, and Ireland, and #1 in France, Germany, and The Netherlands. 
Edwin’s version won a Grammy in 1970, has appeared in upwards to 20 movie soundtracks ,and has been covered countless times. It was also included on the RIAA Songs of the Century. George Harrison stated the song was a primary inspiration for “My Sweet Lord.” Here’s our modest take on it, and HB EH—thank you for making a joyful noise.
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The Books I Read in 2022
La masonería. Historia e iniciación, por Christian Jacq (1975) [tr. Manuel Serrat Crespo, 2006]
La interculturalitat, per Joaquín Beltrán (2005)
No em deixis mai, per Kazuo Ishiguro (2005) [tr. Xavier Pàmies, 2005]
El Mundo Clásico. Por qué importa, por Neville Morley (2018) [tr. Antonio Guzmán Guerra, 2019]
Mis chistes, mi filosofía, por Slavoj Žižek (2014) [tr. Damià Alou, 2015]
Cómo ser un estoico. Utilizar la filosofía antigua para vivir una vida moderna, por Massimo Pigliucci (2017) [tr. Francisco García Lorenzana, 2018]
Filosofía: ¿Por qué importa?, por Helen Beebee y Michael Rush (2019) [tr. Irene Riaño de Hoz, 2021]
La nova innocència, per Raimon Panikkar (1998)
Silencio, por Shûsaku Endô (1966) [tr. Jaime Fernández y José Miguel Vara, 1988]
1984. La novela gráfica, por George Orwell [historia] y Fido Nesti [ilustración y adaptación] (2020) [tr. Miguel Temprano García, 2013]
Qué es el Tao, por Alan Watts (2000) [tr. David González Raga, 2010]
La autopista, Akira #1, por Katsuhiro Otomo (1984) [tr. E.S. Abulí]
La ciudad de los saqueadores, La leyenda demadre Sarah #1, por Katsuhiro Otomo y Takumi Nagayasu (1990) [tr. Olinda Cordukes, 2008]
La ciudad de los niños, La leyenda demadre Sarah #2, por Katsuhiro Otomo y Takumi Nagayasu (1991) [tr. Olinda Cordukes, 2008]
La ciudad de los ángeles, La leyenda de madre Sarah #3, por Katsuhiro Otomo y Takumi Nagayasu (1993) [tr. Olinda Cordukes, 2008]
La ciudad de la paz (Primera parte), La leyenda de madre Sarah #4, por Katsuhiro Otomo y Takumi Nagayasu (1997) [Olinda Cordukes, 2008]
La ciudad de la paz (Segunda parte), La leyenda de madre Sarah #5, por Katsuhiro Otomo y Takumi Nagayasu (1997) [Olinda Cordukes, 2008]
Blue Like Jazz. Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality, by Donald Miller (2003)
La ciudad del futuro (Primera parte), La leyenda de madre Sarah #6, por Katsuhiro Otomo y Takumi Nagayasu (1998) [Olinda Cordukes, 2008]
La ciudad del futuro (Segunda parte), La leyenda de madre Sarah #6, por Katsuhiro Otomo y Takumi Nagayasu (1998) [Olinda Cordukes, 2008]
El despertar, Akira #2, por Katsuhiro Otomo (1985)  [tr. E.S. Abulí, 1999]
Revelaciones, Akira #3, por Katsuhiro Otomo (1985)  [tr. E.S. Abulí, 1999]
El emperador del caos, Akira #4, por Katsuhiro Otomo (1993)  [tr. E.S. Abulí, 2000]
Venganzas, Akira #5, por Katsuhiro Otomo (1990)  [tr. E.S. Abulí, 2000]
Reconstrucción, Akira #6, por Katsuhiro Otomo (1985)  [tr. E.S. Abulí, 2000]
Homo videns. La sociedad teledirigida, por Giovanni Sartori (1997) [tr. Ana Díaz Soler, 1998]
Gilgamesh (c. 2100 – 1200 bce), versión de Stephen Mitchell (2004) [tr. Javier Alonso López, 2008]
Hierba, por Keum Suk Gendry-Kim (2017) [tr. Joo Hasun, 2022]
La vida il·lustrada, per Lisa Aisato (2019) [tr. Anna Jolis Olivé, 2020]
El budisme, per Joan Leita (1991)
The Miseducation of Cameron Post, by Emily M. Danforth (2012)
Flip It Like This!, by David Hayward (2022)
‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’ and Three Stories (‘The Happy Prince’, ‘The Birthday of the Infanta’, ‘Lord Arthur Saville’s Crime’), by Oscar Wilde (c. 1890) [eds. Gary Schmidgall & Peter Raby, 1995/2007]
Lord of the Flies, by William Golding (1954) [introduction by Stephen King, 2011]
The First Christmas: What the Gospels Really Teach Us About Jesus’ Birth, by Marcus J. Borg & John Dominic Crossan (2007)
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vic--mackey · 2 years
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Happy birthday J Lo
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