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eptodaytommorowforever · 6 months

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On This Day The 24th October In 1960 Elvis Presley Is Recognised By Arkansas State College And Is Presented And Awarded By Them The Man Of The Year Award At Is Home Graceland In Memphis Tennessee.By Two Representatives Who Come in Person From The Tau Epilson Fraternity At The Arkansas State College.

The Tau Kappa Epsilon fraternity at Arkansas State College was riding high on a wave of publicity in the fall of 1960. The fraternity had grabbed some positive headlines when chapter president Rick Husky, a journalism student from Wynne, succeeded in getting Ronald Reagan to drop by the fraternity house during his visit to Jonesboro.

Emboldened by the publicity Reagan's visit got, Husky dreamed up an idea to initiate someone famous as an honorary member. Elvis Presley was the unanimous choice, but no one believed Husky could pull it off. 'In fact, I remember several members pretty much laughing in my face', Husky said.

Rising to the challenge, Husky came up with the idea of presenting Elvis Presley with a Man of the Year Award for his considerable contributions to charity.

Elvis Presley had recently been discharged from the Army and had just arrived back at Graceland from Germany. Husky got the name of Elvis' Presley’s ‘secretary from a fan magazine and sent a letter to Elvis Presley at Graceland in care of the secretary notifying him that TKE wished to present him with his award.

But even he wasn't prepared for what followed when the world's biggest entertainer actually accepted their invitation to become an honorary TKE brother. 'Several days after mailing the letter to Graceland, I was shocked to receive a telegram at my dorm room', Husky said. 'It was from Elvis Presley ‘s secretary stating he was happy to learn of his Man of the Year Award. I was invited to Graceland to present the award and to initiate Elvis Presley at a night and time the following week'.

There was just one problem though. While the idea of recognizing Elvis Presley for his charity work was sincere, Husky had nothing to actually present to the entertainer because he had completely concocted the award as a publicity stunt. In a panic, Husky hurriedly dashed off some words to be engraved on a plaque for Elvis Presley’s Name and through some arm twisting, was able to get a Jonesboro sporting goods store to prepare an impressive polished brass plaque. Husky and TKE members Don DeArmen of Corning and Jeff Sheraer of Patterson, Mo., along with faculty member and fraternity advisor Robert Howe and photographer Charles Crowe, set out for Graceland on Oct. 24, 1960 in Husky's 1956 pink and white Ford for their meeting with Elvis Presley.Very Rare B/W Candid Photos Of Elvis Presley With The Two Representatives From Arkansas State College Tau Kappa Epilson Fraternity Taken By Elvis Presley’s Father Vernon Presley Here At Graceland And Also Of Is Famous Son Being Presented Here With The Man Of The Year Award And The Badge Pin As Well Here On The 24th October In 1960. As At the last mintue Charles Crowe Had A Family Emergency So Thank God Elvis Presley’s Father Vernon Presley Stepped In To Take These Rare B/W Candid Photos As Vernon Presley was An Excellent Photographer So Vernon Elvis Presley’s Father Saved The Day. And Of Course He Was Extremely Happy To See His Famous Son Elvis Presley Had Been Given The Recognition That He Truly Deserved.

True Fact; Elvis Presley Friends Here On Tumblr. Did You Know That Rick Husky Who Organised This Man Of The Year Award For Elvis Presley’s Achievements For Contributing To Charitable Cause’s Became A Friend Of Elvis Presley And Went On To Become A Director And Producer Of Many Great 1970’s Action Tv Series including Police Woman Charlie’s Angels etc... And Elvis Presley’s Contacted Him I’n 1974 When He Wanted To Produce Is Shelved The New Gladiators Karate Action Movie That Sadly Elvis Presley But He Didn’t Go Ahead And Finish It As Threre is Some Rare Footage Of It On A DVD and The Internet. And Another Fact Its Rumoured That Bruce Lee In 1972 When He Made Enter The Dragon In Hollywood With Warner Brother Studios Wanted To Meet Elvis Presley And Say Hello As Bruce Lee Was An Elvis Presley Fan And He Had The Greatest Respect For Elvis Presley Through Elvis Presley’s Martial Arts Friend Chuck Norris And Ed Parker But It Was Never Confirmed. As They Sadly Never Met Not Like The FAKE Photoshop Photo That People Who Shall We Say Will Remain Nameless Saying It’s Elvis Presley Meeting Bruce Lee In 1970 Sorry My Dear Elvis Presley Friends Here On Tumblr It’s Not It’s FAKE.

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lithiumcreepblog · 8 months

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Steve Harrington & Jonathan Byers’

The Great American Road Trip

Day 1. 07/21/1993. Chicago, IL to St. Louis, MO.

Day 1: Jonathan and I are on the Route 66. Finally. We have been planning this trip for a while, and we’re going from Chicago to Santa Monica the whole way through, then visiting Argyle. I’ve been wanting to go on a cross country road trip for a long time, so it’s great that we get to go now. We stopped by a vendor at the pier first and got some sunglasses for the road. Jonathan said I’m too obsessed with sunglasses. I don’t think so though. It’s not my fault I look incredibly cool in them. He looks really good in them too, not that he’ll ever admit it. He wouldn’t let me take a picture of him with two sunglasses on at the same time, but he looked pretty silly. We drove for a few hours to Springfield where we stopped for a quick lunch at a diner. Actually, Jonathan drove and I provided meaningful commentary the whole way. Jonathan also won’t stop filming everything he sees with his video camera… he’s making a film later of our trip. Robin told me I should keep a journal too, write down stuff I find interesting along the way. Which I saw a lot of. One of which is this big statue called The Gemini Giant in Wilmington. He had an astronaut helmet that looks more like a mask for welding, but it was pretty cool. My favorite stop of the day was the detour to the old brick road which is part of the original stretch of the Route. We’re already out of Illinois and made it to St. Louis even with all our stops. But it was already dark when we arrived so we’ll have to see the Arch tomorrow. I’m absolutely wiped because I took over the driving role after Springfield, but today was more fun than I even imagined.

“Do you really have to record everything?”

“Oh yes, this is very important. We’re capturing the essence of Americana… gorging yourself on a hamburger with bacon. Pure American decadence.”

“Give me that, I’m not being the only one with my mouth open on camera.”

“Alright, alright. Here you go, get a shot of our milkshakes together.”

“So, Jonathan. Tell the camera, how have I been as a road trip companion so far?”

“Hmm, very distracting.”

“What? I’m offended.”

“Don’t look at me like a kicked puppy, I mean it in a good way. I’ve just never seen you this lively or taken with anything, that’s all. This is about fulfilling your dream as much as it is about mine. It is like being a kid all over again, isn’t it? Going places we’ve never been before and seeing new things. It’s just hard to focus on the road when your eyes are lighting up beside me with every weird landmark we pass.”

“Nice save there, Jon. I am glad we get to do this together. It’s already some of the most fun I’ve had, and you are a great partner to go on a road trip with.”

“Likewise, Steve. I can’t believe we’ve never done this before.”

“And why don’t you give us something from that book of yours as parting words for anyone who might be seeing this?”

“I don’t think we’ll be showing this to anyone but sure… let’s see… okay, here. ‘What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?—It’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.’”

“Alright… I think I understood what that means… now, back on the road!”

Steve & Jonathan listen to this on repeat for about 5 times before they both grow tired of it. Steve then wonders if there are any other songs about Route 66 to which Jonathan goes on a 15 minute long lecture about the origin of the song, from Nat King Cole to the other renditions. Steve listens with a fond smile as Jonathan becomes more animated behind the wheel, and plays the tape again just for the fun of it.

Souvenirs obtained: one fridge magnet that says Route 66 Illinois for Joyce, one miniature car to put on Steve’s shelf, one postcard set for the memories.

#stonathan #jonathan byers #steve harrington #moodboard #ficlet #fanwork #no plot just vibes #stranger things #back on my stonathan bullshit #literally nobody asked for this #but i need to see them go on a road trip together #could also be part of my chicago chronicles series…?#if anyone even knows what that is #should i keep going?#i probably will #Spotify #sj tgart #<- for tracking

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muneca-lemon-steppa · 4 months

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What are your biggest reflections, lessons learned, and gratitudes for 2023? What are your intentions, goals, and dreams for 2024? Pass this on to 3 blogs you follow!

Hi Chelly my darling!!!! Thank you for this ask!!! Can you believe it’s 2024????? I’m still messing up the dates in my journal lmao.

This is honestly probably going to be a really big response, just because so many things happened this year! As a warning, this does include some talk about DV and religious trauma but there is a happy ending.

Sending all my love to you my angel 💕💕💕

Reflections and Gratitudes

In 2023 a lot of things happened. I had gotten engaged, I graduated from a law school (that brought troubles and triumphs), I studied for the bar exam, took the bar exam, had to break up and go no contact with my fiancé, I found out I failed the bar exam by 6 points, and then I lost a job offer.

I pictured my life completely different. I thought I was going to be a wife. I thought I was going to be a lawyer who lived in their own place. But that isn't what happened. I was so angry at God and I was angry at myself for 'letting' this happen to me.

But I soon realized: The breakup and failing the bar exam is probably the best thing that could have happened to me.

Since I was a kid I had planned out my entire life. My life was supposed to go a particular way because if it didn't go that way that means that no one would love me.

I had convinced myself that there was no way that someone could love me unless I achieved certain things.

It got worse once I went to law school. I don't want to get super into it, because I probably will write about it one day, but it's simple to say that the law profession favors white men and makes it explicitly known.

In my law school, it was heavily propagated that the women who were successful and loved and worthy were the ones who were married, and loved by men. I put heterosexual marriage on a pedestal, thinking that the only way that this gaping hole in my heart would be filled would be by being loved and married to a man. Because I am a woman. I am a religious woman. That's what we're supposed to do right?

And I was so angry at God because I thought I did everything I was supposed to do. I did everything everyone told me to do. I did my best to keep my mouth shut. I spoke well. I studied hard. I let things slide and was gentle. I did everything everyone else told me to do and I changed myself and stifled myself even though it nearly killed me. It still wasn't enough for him. It didn't stop him from wanting to hurt me. Why am I not enough to be loved.

I was so angry... I was angry that I wasnt getting married and that I didn't have this job that brought status. But if I got married and passed that exam, I know I wouldn't have survived. I am alive because those two failures.

Those two 'failures' brought this type of freedom that I have never experienced ever. I feel like a child again. I feel true joy.

I am rediscovering who I am. Who Mo TRULY is. What she likes. What she thinks and wants to say. What she wants to be.

I am revisiting hobbies that I had let slip to the wayside. Because I had put all my energy into trying to be enough for someone who needed something I couldn’t provide. Because all my time was spent agonizing and freaking out about whether or not I would be good enough for a degree I already had and a dream I’ve had since I was a child.

I’m realizing how incredible and fulfilling my female friendships and my familial relationship is. I’ve been in two serious relationships. I’ve nearly been married. Never ever, have I felt the kind of deep and pure love in those romantic relationships that I feel from my friends and family. The love I get from my community is worth so much more to me. I feel it and accept it so much more now.

I’ve gone through so much healing. It has changed me in so many ways. I feel like I am truly connecting with people. I can smile and have joy. People I’ve known since I was in highschool are saying, “You’ve never looked better. I’ve never seen you smile like this.”

I’m taking the bar again in February. I’m nervous of course, but I’m not scared. I’m not terrified that the Earth will explode if I don’t pass. I’m not scared that my family won’t love me. I’m not doing this to gain love. I’m doing this because I want to.

Regarding romantic relationships and the future… I have no idea. Right now I’m still processing what happened to me. I forgive my ex. I won’t call him an abuser, because in our situation I don’t think he was. He wasn’t a narcissist and we did love each other. But he was going through so many things, and I couldn’t help him anymore. He needed more than I could give and wanted a life I could not have or support. We do not talk. We won’t talk. But I do wish him every happiness. I hope that things get figured out and that he lives a good life. I don’t know if I will ever get in a serious romantic relationship again. Right now I don’t see it ever happening again. But who knows. I’m 25. I have my whole life ahead of me. I feel young. And if it doesn’t happen. It’s ok. It’s more than ok. Because I have more love around me and inside than I even know what to do with.

Lessons Learned

There is no need to be perfect. I am loved by my family and my friends UNCONDITIONALLY. I don’t have to be something that I am not. I can just be me. I can just be who I am and still be worthy of love.

I am deserving of respect and a love that is gentle and kind and truthful.

When people show you who they are, believe them.

Not everyone will like you. That is OK.

I deserve to be healthy and I deserve to take time to take care of myself.

#talking with friends #asks #getting personal #growth

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inkysandwich · 2 years

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Sandwiches aside... 🥪💔

Maybe Mo is having this dream because he's thinking about the last time someone important to him left his life without his consent. Or even theirs.

Mo finding that note in He Tian's journal still hasn't been addressed. It's so paralleled to this chapter and his father's forced departure that I can't ignore it. But obviously they can... You thought he had abandonment issues NOW? 🙃

#19 days #mo guan shan #tianshan #Damnit. I just want this boy to not experience angst for #like #10 minutes.#Is that too much to ask?

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infinitexkind · 8 days

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@mo-mo-and-porkchop // @myriadxofxmuses asked:

8) sender remembered something receiver mentioned they liked and brings it or something related to it as a gift. (From Daryl 🥰)

Beth took a moment to study the leather-bound journal in her hands. It was nicer than any she’d ever had. In the before times, she’d always scribbled notes, random thoughts, song lyrics, the recount of her day, or dreams for the future, into cheap spiral notebooks, like ones used for schoolwork.

In the after, her entries had darkened, changed to recounts of those they’d lost, lists of the things she wanted to do before she died, and scribbled confessions of fear she didn’t dare share, not when her place within the group was the sweet, little sister.. the idyllic and innocent youngest daughter.

It had been so many years now since she’d even taken the time to put pen or pencil to paper. Too much loss to record, too many fears to pull a single one from the jumble of her nightmares, too many things she’d never do or see.

With reverence, she ran her fingertips over the worn cover before she opened the blank tome. The yellowed pages flipped easily despite their age. It was strange, but seeing the empty pages filled her with something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Hope. Yes, there was still so much darkness that she could pour into the pages, but that was no longer her first inclination.

A soft snap accompanied the close of the journal as Beth suddenly hugged her friend. Though he probably wouldn’t thank her for the impulsive gesture, she smiled and squeezed him around his midsection. “It’s beautiful Daryl, thank you.”

#momoandporkchop #myriadxofxmuses #✧. ┇ writing. ⁽ beth greene ⁾#✧. ┇ answered. ⁽ beth greene ⁾

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finnstansonly · 2 months

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I know I have stress dreams and nightmares on the regular but i feel like it’s kinda rude to have dreams that I’m a slave during black history month

#maybe it’s the most appropriate time actually but NAWT to me not unless an ancestor is tryna speak to me and that isn’t what was happening #it’s not my first slavery dream and it won’t be the last but whew…right now? of all times?? PLS STOP #capts log #mos dream journal

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coldcello · 5 months

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Dear my Yanyan,

I went and watched starting over again. Wala lang. I just wanted to see the diff between this version and my old version. Di ko natapos tho. Not sure kung tatapusin ko pa since ang toxic ni Ginny pero yeah naging desperate siya kasi sobrang nagsisi siya na pinakawalan niya yung lalaki.

Anyway I ended up writing another letter because I watched the part where she sends letters to her older self. (Maybe to keep the memory of her feelings.) Then si Marco, wrote a letter to the 30 year old version of the girl.

Well I decided today I want a journal. I want to keep all my memories since I’m getting duller and duller everyday. If that’s even a word. I want to awaken my inner englishing. As you know, I become a writer whenever I’m emotional. But then suppressing my feelings made it hard for me to put everything into words. And so, this will be my daily mantra and it will all be addressed to you. That’s the initial plan but maybe I’ll give different ones to negative emotions or idk.

These are for all the coming days I want to be better. And for all the days I can consistently be better. And for the coming days I might falter, let this be my reminder that I went ahead and started my baby steps last year. And here I am now.

Thank you for being part of my life my love. Had it been the same day last year I would’ve maybe overthinking myself to sleep thinking why my world is so scattered. Why did I become that person who’s too ashamed of herself? Maybe that’s how the world works. You look too high on yourself and it starts to bring you down. Maybe today’s existence is my balance. I hope so.

This year I have learned so many things both about the world and myself. How cruel the world can be. Or how kind it gets when you treat yourself a little gentler. How I could become more appreciative, kind, or thoughtful. I feel a little mature everyday with you. You are one of my drives why I dream of becoming a better one. I never thought I learned things around me because I usually don’t care. Better yet I don’t mess with other peoples business. I still don’t. But I atleast watch over them now. I get to express how I feel. And abandon those old ways where I swallow the hard pills people throw at me.

I learned about boundaries. That there is a fine line between being a bad person and being a person with boundaries. How people take it is not my problem. They could freely express if they want to. I’m not Madam Auring.

They say after you heal your inner child who’s crying, an angry teenager will surface. I think they are right, love. I’m not sure if that child is healed but there’s this rage I’ve been keeping. I hated how people don’t say what they mean. And how at the end of the day, even the closest ones choose things for their own best interest. Even if you’re not aligned with those things. That eventually in life, your loved ones will all go away for their own purpose. And I, I will always crave a complete family under one roof. All smiles, giggles, bickering, pranks, and coca colas served to cheer ourselves up.

But in this life I wish I get to keep you. And I pray that it won’t turn into a selfish plead because you’d want to keep me too. I have yet to tell you but I’m not sure if you are one of my manifestation. Til now I remember the old times when we were young in love. I used to wish from the bottom of my heart that you would be my first and last love. I used to imagine how you’ll be my first and I will be your last.

I am not sure how things works but i hope it will be for the best. You’ve become my first love. And I’m a little concerned about the second love part. People say that they often turn out into your Great love. Where you will experience your most heartbreak.

Mkay i have to cut this here. My train of thoughts are gone and you are looking for me. You also asked me what I was doing. Im sorry love it’s not yet time to see these letters. 😋

PS Sana maalala kong magpaprint ng boxer na may mukha ko sa birthday mo.

-Bait

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pinkscerry · 7 months

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What's up homies!!!? How's college life? Kaya paba? Kung kaya nira, kung kaya ko, kaya mo liwat!.

This activity indeed open an opportunity for me to introduce myself because for some reason I felt that am left behind, being an irreg student sucks huhu.

To begin with, let me acquaint all of you. Hi! I am 𝐂𝐲𝐫𝐚 but you can call me 𝑺𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒂𝒚, 21 years stunner. A 4th yr student taking up Bachelor of Arts in Communication under the advisory class of ma'am Chelo aka master Jopay. A senior student who looks like a freshman or sophomore because of my height, cute size though, lol.

Story Time ✓

Dyk? of course you don't HAHAHA kidding aside. Being a BACOM student wasn't in my plan at the first place. My childhood dream is to be become an educator, and yes I pursue it but in just a span of 2 s.y (1st-2nd yr) because of some horrific reason I shifted course/program. Almighty God has changed my path, he brought me into BACommunity and I believe that this is the right way for me to achieve success. Even though I didn't get the course I wanted, I'm happy with what I'm taking now. I already love my course, I'm embracing it's essence and the people involve.

Here's the uninterested things about me;

✓ I do love cooking, I can cook, just drop what dishes you want I'ma cook it for you, keme HAHAHA

✓ Loves to read books, acads/wattpad related.

✓ Music is my therapy, and also I'm a huge fan of Taylor #swiftie

✓ I am fascinated and mesmerized by the sight of sunset. Sunset always reminds me that an ending can be beautiful too.

✓ I'm a moonchild, l like moon so much. It's my therapy too, if I'm going to be baptized again I'm beyond grateful to choose Luna as my name.

✓ Family oriented and tatay's girl ♥️ I can conquer everything just for them. They're my inspiration, weakness and strength.

✓ Hobby? if eating is a hobby then I'll count it on HAHA ems, the truth is I'm into poems, I do write too (kapag may motivation). I have some works on my journal skl. I do write story too, in my watty account though I feel it like a 'basura' and conyo.

All about my hometown

This photo is the animated version of St. James the Greater Parish church. (ctto)

Taft is one of the ancient pueblos in Samar situated in the Eastern coast which was called Tubabao or Tubabaw in early times. This town was originally named after the river called Malinaw, but since the river causes heavy floods during rainy season, people began calling the place Tubig, which means water in Waray-Waray. Taft has 24 barangays

#BungtohanTubig

Have you heard about Dangkalan Pacific Beach Resort of Taft? if you haven't then take a look on how beautiful the scenery was. Way back in highschool life of mine, me together with my circle of friends used to go in here. We didn't pay for the entrance because we went through the back, by the sea HAHAHA this resort definitely go beyond your expectations, perfectly beautiful (sayang diko na ma post yung pictures, max of 10 pics lang pala dito).

Also, Taft has a hydropower plant energy. The project uses of the running water in Taft-Tubig river to secure affordable power in the Samar-Leyte area. It consists of three units with 5.9 MW each.

“Hydro projects are challenging to build but despite the pandemic [the company] did it in record time of less than two years,” Taft Hydro Energy President Benjie Q. Picardo said in a statement.

And now, I'm loud and proud to shared the barangay that I love despite of having a lot of marites, this is the place where I born, grow up and reside, Brgy. Mabuhay, Taft, E. Samar (insert mini miss u music)

Not to brag but my great grandfather was the first barangay captain. He also donated land to build a school, so our barangay had an elementary school.

#MabuhayElementarySchool

So, this is my first entry. Thank you so much for lending your precious time reading and taking a look at my blog, Mabuhay ka hangga't gusto mo. Smile sweetie, it suits you. Khob khun Kha!!!

#acads

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medicineinside · 2 years

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Apps for mental health 🫀

DailyBean is a simple diary app for those who want to record their daily lives easily. Record your day with just a few tabs! Take a look at how you feel during a month with five mood beans 🗓

Moodnotes - is another mood tracker & journaling app to capture your mood and help you improve your thinking habits. Moodnotes empowers you to track your mood over time, avoid common thinking traps, and develop perspectives associated with increased happiness and well-being 📊

Worrydolls gives you a small doll who is ready to listen to what is worrying you. Tell your worry to the doll, then track it over time. You can use Worrydolls like a journal to help you overcome anxiety and stress 🧍🏽‍♀️

I am - Daily Affirmations help rewire our brains, build self esteem and change negative thought patterns. Empower yourself by verbally affirming your dreams and ambitions. Choose from many daily intentions and set reminders to be delivered throughout the day 🧸

Mo - Meditation & Sleep is an app for sleep, meditation and rest. The programmes are made with mentality specifics in mind. It is perfect for beginners 🧘🏻‍♀️

Meditopia offers over 1000 deep-dive meditations that get right to the heart of what we as a people, regardless of age, background, or experience, are dealing with every day 🌱

#medicine inside #studyblr #study mood #mental health #mental health support #stay healthy

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freezethebeez · 1 year

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silly c!tubbo poem thing?

it's more a journal entry. like, give ctubbo a journal and a pen and he'll write this probably.

-> pre-ghostboo, post-mansion, canon-divergence, lots of fluff and maybe a suicide mention for good measure.

thingy thing below the break :)

it's been harder to tell the difference

between dreams and reality these days,

especially when everything's kinda of blurred

into this haze of a life that i never thought i'd live.

i mean, it's fucking bizarre how many stars had to align

to get me this mansion and this child and this husband—

and the two fucking fireworks to my face,

what a fucking miracle that was.

it snows a lot here so we tend to stay inside—

just the three of us—

and i can't even remember the last time i've felt peace,

but the quiet evenings by the fire are pretty nice.

ranboo and michael like to make snow angels,

and i like to let them bury me in the snow.

it feels safer there, and kind of warm.

it's a nice place to hide while they sword-fight with icicles.

good thing our bed is warm—

and how crazy is that?

not my bed but our bed—

as in ranboo and me sharing a bed.

but yeah, he's so warm at night.

i thought he'd be cold but he's not.

he's so warm, and his hands are soft, and

it feels nice when he runs his fingers through my hair.

i haven't washed up in a couple days,

and i've been working lots— maybe too much—

so i'm covered in shit all the time, but

he still gives me forehead kisses, so that cool i guess.

fuck, that's right,

i was gonna talk the nightmares—

about the explosions in that little box.

i still get them lots, you know.

it's so silly because it's been over a year,

but for some reason my mind really likes that record.

it likes to play it on repeat, but i don't like it,

but i don't really have control over that, so whatever.

it's really scary when it happens, because

it really feels like i'm there again.

i'm in that box again and techno's got his gun to my face again

and i see the flash and i hear the crack and it plays in slo-mo sometimes.

those dreams make my face feel all hot and sticky,

and i feel so ill when i have them.

sometimes i get properly sick.

it's not very fun.

it was really not fun in the past.

tommy's told me all about it because

he was there when i first got them.

we both had panic attacks and that was awesome.

but yeah, he helped me and i helped him,

and we got through it, so i think that's why he didn't

bully ranboo more when i first met him because

ranboo got to take his place so he wouldn't get panic attacks anymore.

then tommy got them for a different reason,

but that's besides the point.

i still feel bad about that.

it makes my hands feel cold and sweaty.

the nightmares happen less now tho.

thank gods ranboo's still got me

when i wake up screaming.

it's a bit of a routine at this point.

we always wake up at the same time on those nights.

he'll pull me into his arms and bring my head to his chest;

he'll run his hands through my hair; i'll be warm in his arms—

not hot, just warm. he's hot and i'm warm.

sometimes michael wakes up, too,

and the walls and floors and cupboards must all wake up, too,

but michael is only one who can walk in— so he does— and he'll say: "bo's yellin' again."

so ranboo will lift him up into bed

and we'll all cuddle up together,

like we do by the fire,

and everything will be fine for once in my life.

i feel a bit bad sometimes—

in the morning i'll tell ranboo that i'm sorry for waking him,

because it takes so long for him to sleep, you know,

but he'll wave it off with the soft hands and the warm voice.

i'll make him tea tho because he doesn't like my verbal apologies,

but he likes tea with milk and sugar so that'll do.

we'll sit by the fire and watch the icicles melt,

and he'll have tea and i'll have coffee.

things'll blur together—

but things'll be good—

like when the cream mixes in with the tea

and the coffee.

i hope that i don't have to bury him

and he doesn't have to bury me—

not in snow, but in dirt;

i hope that we both go down together.

those fireworks took out more than just me—

they can take us both out, surely.

maybe i should call techno again—

or i could test out that new switch.

not now tho because ranboo's making soup

and i've gotta have that first.

his soup is so good and michael likes it too;

michael is a picky eater

i used to be a picky eater, too,

but i grew out of it.

i think i might be growing again—

but maybe in the way that the icicles that melt.

yeah, like the icicles.

it's so warm outside.

it's warm inside.

the snow is warm.

maybe we can play outside today

and make a snowman.

i've got some work to do.

i'll bury myself then after lunch.

okay, plans are set.

i'll see you then.

byebye!

#my very bad ideas #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #c!beeduo #qpr cbeeduo me thinks #but can be interpreted however you want #just know that ctubbo loves his husband and their son very very very much :)#might expand on this idea at some point. i miss them very much

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tm-trx · 1 year

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currents.05

weekly round-up in media [29 jan-4 feb 2023]

~ sp*ilers for 609 Bedtime Story, A League of Nobleman, The New Employee, and Never Let Me Go ~

[listening]

Monsta X’s “The Dreaming” album - new discovery and I’ve had it on repeat

[reading]

Imago series by NR Walker - short and sweet adult contemporary mlm romance set in Australia; come for the romance, stay for the butterfly conservation and near-death experiences - reread

Pocketful of Soul by @jenroses - Mo Xuanyu-centric MDZS time travel fix-it and one of my 2022 favorites - reread

Dawn Will Break by ca_pierson and darkmoore - Stargate Atlantis AU - Written for the 2010 Big Bang, this is one of my favorites. A bare bones summary: After dying, John Sheppard dimension hops into multiple versions of himself to fix whatever is wrong there, at the behest of the Ancients. - reread

[watching]

609 Bedtime Story - Well that was a way to end it I guess. I did like how they resolved things with Mint, but I was hoping she’d figured out the connection between Mum and Dew. But that would mean talking about the parallel world again and they apparently decided that the entire conceit of the show didn’t matter anymore after ep 9. I’m so annoyed. (Edit: I just found out there is an alternate ending airing next week; most likely an ‘unhappy’ ending. What are you doing, show? I’m not even mad about it, just more confused.)

A League of Nobleman - The show I’m enjoying the most this week. I didn’t expect such gorgeous visuals in a historical mystery that isn’t a fantasy. There’ve been two mysteries so far and the second one involved a serial killer. I enjoyed the heck out of that arc. I have affectionately nicknamed Zhang Ping ‘Eyebrows’ in my head because those are some fantastic ones he’s sporting. Kudos to the makeup team.

The Lost Tomb (2015) - Binged most of season one last night and I’m hooked. This is amazing. Also, surprise Yang Yang! (I’d forgotten why it was on my watchlist, so he must be why.) The quality level is about late 90s/early 2000s but that was early fandom in my life, so nostalgia is hitting me hard. I’m having a great time with this one.

The New Employee - Seven episodes feels like a weird episode count for a series, but okay - I watched the last two episodes back to back and loved how they ended it. I do find it interesting however, that we never saw the ex/crush again after he was the trigger for the main relationship blip. It felt like they were going to take that further. I probably should have waited to binge this in one go, because I had completely forgotten that there was a manager who could cause trouble until he caused trouble. These short form dramas are generally pretty frustrating to watch because I can clearly see a longer (usually better) show around them. This one did feel complete, but I’m hoping they release a movie version.

[anticipating]

SHINee - Key’s album repackage is this month! Onew finished recording something! Minho is too tall! Taemin D-57!

[random notes from my tv journal]

609 Bedtime Story, ep 11 - “The kissing sounds don’t match the video?!” (This show botched the ending so bad, in multiple ways. This particular way made me laugh though.)

A League of Nobleman, ep 6 - “Surprise serial killer! Neat!”

My School President, ep 9 - “Gun and Tinn’s little scene on the beach while spying on Sound gave me major ‘future old married couple’ feelings.” (And now I want to read that future fic where Gun is home on break from touring and teasing his doctor husband into relaxing after a stressful shift.)

Never Let Me Go, ep 8 - “That was an extremely ominous music cue to tag the bathroom confrontation scene with.” (Up until that last moment it felt like any other scene in this show, but the music change elevated it and made it seem like Ben was going to come back and murder the kid. It threw me out of the scene it was such a jarring escalation. I may go back and watch it again, to see how it feels on rewatch.)

previous Currents posts

#the new employee #609 bedtime story #fic rec #never let me go #my school president #currently #tmtrx watches dramas #tmtrx og

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creelmalfoylaufeyson69 · 2 years

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An interesting power 1/2

Warnings: fucking in public, and terrible parents

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Y/n had always had such an interesting gift ever since she was little

Her parents found out about her power once she started to write something, which soon became reality

Y/n never knew she had that ability until her parents had vanished to a planet that she made up

She was only seven at the time and her parents didn’t want to tell her she had these sort of powers to keep her safe

Oh how that back fired

Y/n didn’t have any other family members since they all had passed before she was born

She couldn’t take care of herself, so she decided to rewrite her parents back home

“Mommy!!! Daddy!!!” She says with joy, but what she got back in return was a groan

She didn’t know what she had done, because she wrote to bring them back from that planet she accidentally sent them too

“I see why your mo- why I kept your powers hidden now” her ‘mother’ says and Y/n starts to tear up

“I didn’t mean any harm mother” Y/n says and her ‘father’ takes her Journal and threw it into the fireplace

Y/n gasped and starts to sob

“God your so fucking annoying” her ‘father’ says and Y/n rushes up to her room

Y/n was now her 40’s and knew ever since she turned 20, that wasn’t actually her parents

She wanted revenge so badly~

She wanted them dead~

~Y/n was currently at Oscorp working on the serum for her boss, since those two took turns working on it

Norman, when they first met, was fascinated by her, since everyone knew about her powers since she didn’t really keep them a secret

He was actually the first nice person who didn’t want to use her because of her crazy power

She told him how much of a fan of his work she was, and how she was also dreaming about being a scientist

That’s what lead her to this job she has now

~Norman watches her make the serum and smiles

“Norman I know your there” she says and turns around and realized how close he was towards her

“Oh no! I’ve been caught!” He jokes and she laughs

She stops laughing very quickly and felt awkward now

“How’s the serum coming along?” He asked her

“It’s coming along well! Although I’ve noticed some things you might want to change” she says and he frowns

“What would happen if I don’t?” He asked her

“You could get another personality that could be what you secretly want” she explains and he starts to laugh

“That’s ridiculous Y/n!” He says as he laughs

“How?! I have a ability that shouldn’t be possible, but here we are!” She says and he felt himself getting pissed

“Y/n I don’t have time for your bullshit” he says and she gasped

Norman had realized what he had said

“Y/n… I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean that, and you know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you emotionally and physically” he says and she nods her head

It was true

He may have been rough to everyone else he had worked with, but she was different

He knew she was more sensitive ever since the incident with her loosing her real parents and them being replaced with fake ones that were more harsh on her then her real ones

Norman only knew about this story because of her opening up to him eventually

Norman and Y/n we’re really good friends and always there for each other

A lot of people thought they were married due to how they act around each other

Y/n wishes they were married~

~”I’ve been really stressed out today, but that’s still not a good reason to put it out on my favorite employee. How about I make it up to you tonight?” He asked her

She blushes

“I’d like that-“ she says and he smiles

“See you tonight” he says and then walks off

For the rest of the day at work, she thought it was a date

Maybe it was a date

~Y/n starts to get ready at six

She didn’t have a exact time of when Norman was coming, since he did call her to tell her he was picking her up

Y/n decided to wear a dress that wasn’t too crazy and a pair of boots on to go with it

Eventually there was a knock on her door

She enters her living room and approaches her door

She opens it and then sees Norman wearing a nice suit that definitely costed a lot of money

She blushes again and he gasped

“Oh my god… you look amazing Y/n” he says and her blush was obvious now

“Thanks Norman” she says awkwardly

Norman smirks a little

She was confused

“Why are you smirking?” She asked him

“Because it’s cute when you blush over me” he says and her blush stayed on her face

“R-really?” She stutters out and he nods his head

Her face was really pink right now and she felt confident now

“Well let’s go!“ she says and holds his hand

He smiles and held her hand back

She steps outside first and then closed her door behind her

She really thinks this will be a normal dinner~

When they arrived to the restaurant, she realized how nice it looked

“I’m not surprised” she says and he chuckles

They get seated and she zoned out now by staring at him

She was getting lost in his blue eyes

She was a sucker for men with blue eyes

She stops zoning out when the waitress asked her if she could write down what she wanted

Y/n looks at her

Norman was already looking at the waitress and felt pissed off now

“Why does she need too?” He asked the waitress

“Well because then we don’t have to make it!” The waitress says and Y/n sighs

She just wanted this to be somewhat normal

“Then what’s the point of asking her here if idiots like you won’t do your job?!” Norman asked her

“I’m sorry sir, but your going to have to leave if you keep this up” the waitress says

Y/n starts to write something down

The waitress stood their for a second

“I’m so sorry! I don’t know what got me acting like that all of the sudden” the waitress says and Norman grins

“What would you two like to drink?�� She asked them

“A glass of whiskey, and what you like darling?” He asked Y/n

“A glass of red wine please” Y/n says to the waitress

The waitress nods her head and went to go get their drinks

Norman looks back at Y/n

Y/n looks at him

“Could you write something for me dear?” He asked her

“What would you want me to write?” She asked him

“For everyone to be nicer to you” he says and she was confused

“People are nice to me” she says

“Then why don’t you write a way you want to murder your ‘parents’” he says with a smirk on his face

“I’ll do that later. Plus I don’t think it’s such a good idea to be talking about that here” she says and he frowns

“How so? Are you scared to get caught?” He asked her

“No. It’s just I want to enjoy this moment with you” she says and he smirks

“Good girl” he says and she bit her lip

She places the pen down and she found herself on his lap

He starts to leave hickeys on her neck

“Norman-“ she moans out quietly

He stops and now she felt his hard cock through his pants

“Did I do that sweetheart?” She asked him

“You know you did” he says and she looks at him

He looks at her

They kissed on the lips

The waitress comes back with their drinks

She just places them down and walks away quickly

They pulled apart

“I think I’m hungry for something else Y/n” he says and she smirks

“Would you like me to write something love?” She asked him

“That’s a great idea” he says and grabs the paper and pen for her

Once it was in front of her, she started to write something down

Norman watches what she had written

He smirks when the restaurant had turned into a club too

Well also cause she was only in a bra and underwear now

“Good girl” he says and then places his finger into her pussy

She once again placed the pen down and found herself arched back on him

Her head was on his shoulder and he begins to rub the inside of her pussy

“Norman” she moans louder

He could feel how wet she was now

“Fuck” he curses and takes his finger out of her

He licks her wetness off of his fingers

“Daddy?” She starts

“Yes sweetheart?” He asked her after he was done

“Fuck me on the table” she says and he grins

The waitress had come back and got rid of there drinks, so they didn’t make a mess

He picks her up and then places her onto the table

The waitress placed a condom down and then walks off

He comes onto her

The motion had made the paper and pen fall to the ground

She takes off his clothes for him

Once Norman was naked, he takes the condom and then took it out of the wrapper and placed it onto him

She throws the wrapper onto the ground

He comes into her already since he was in no mood to tease her

Her head arches back and she places her hands tightly onto his back

He starts thrusting and her nails started to dig into his skin

He’d be lying if he didn’t like the pain

“A-at l-least t-the t-the table i-isn’t old” she says in between moans

“Such a smart… girl” he spoke as a moan interrupted his sentence

She moans louder

“Oh… y-you like t-that…” he says with a grin forming on his face now

There was flashing lights and people dancing around them since the big club started to get packed

Their was music playing too

“S-show m-me off” she begs and he smirks which soon went away due to another moan

“Y/n” he moans loudly

The music wasn’t too loud so people could actually hear each other

Everyone looks at them now

“Your p-pussy f-feels s-so good” he spoke in between moans

“Ah” she moans and he starts leaving more hickeys on her neck

“Norman” she moans

“Norman’s not here sweetheart” ‘Norman’ spoke and her eyes widened

“Get out of me” she orders and he growls

“I’m not done with you yet” he says and she starts to get scared

His expression had softened

Norman pulls out of her and got up

“I’m sorry-“ he says and she got up and picks up the pen and the paper

She wrote down for her clothes to be back on

“I cannot believe you took the serum!” She says

“I didn’t have a choice!” He argued back

“Oh I see how it is. You don’t want to lose your job…” she says with tears leaving her eyes

“It’s not that!” He says

“What is it then Norman?” She asked him

“I took the serum because I didn’t have any confidence before the serum to make a move on you” he says and she sighs

“That was very stupid Norman” she says

“I know… but in all honesty you make me feel so different when you’re around” he says

“You sound like a teenager” she says and he chuckles

“Do I make you feel young again Norman?” She asked him

“Yes” he says honestly

She smiles a little bit and wrote down to make him be cured

Norman was in shock since he couldn’t hear the voice in his head anymore

“Why’d you help me?” He asked her

“Cause you make me want to do something crazy too” she admits

“We really we’re meant to be together, huh?” He asked her

“Yeah” she agrees and then kisses him on the lips

It was the next day, and she found herself laying down next to Norman on his bed

His arms were wrapped around her as she was curled up

A phone goes off in the background

He groans, which makes her chuckle

The phone had stopped ringing

Norman smiles in his sleep

“Father!!!” Harry Osborn calls for him

Norman quickly gets up and then she faces towards him

He goes through his drawers and took out pjs

He puts those on and then closes the drawer that had his pjs in them

He turns to face her

“Don’t do anything stupid without me” he says

“I cant make promises love” she says and he smiles and then goes downstairs to see what Harry needed

Y/n gets up and saw a note pad she used last night to make the night more interesting then it already was

their was a pencil next to it

She picks it up and wrote down clothes for her to wear

She wore a casual tee with her favorite color on it and pants she found comfy

She looks at herself in the mirror and saw her mother instead of herself

Tears started to leave her eyes

“I’m so sorry mother” she spoke to the mirror

“It’s alright dear” the women in the mirror responds, which makes Y/n grab a hard cover book and threw it towards the mirror

Norman soon comes back into the room and saw her on the ground sobbing

“Y/n! What happened?” He asked her

“I saw my dead mother!!!” She shrieked and he rushes over towards her quickly

Harry comes into the room

“What happened?” Harry asked his father

“I saw my dead mother!” Y/n cries as Norman sat down next to her

Norman hugs her and now she was sobbing in Norman’s shoulder

“Father what does that mean?” Harry asked

“It means that my multiverse theories are correct” Norman says as he rubs her back

“Tell your friend Parker cause we’ll need a lot of help with this” Norman tells his son

“I will father” Harry says and rushes downstairs

“Everything will be alright dear” he reassured her

There was a knock on the door

Harry answers the door

“I’m here looking for Y/n and Norman” the man says and Harry was confused

“Who are you?!” Harry asked the man

“I’m Stephen Strange” Stephen says and Harry was confused

“I was sent here by the TVA” Stephen says and Harry was even more confused

#long fanfic #norman osborn x reader #slight green goblin x reader #harry osborn #doctor stephen strange

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brooklynislandgirl · 2 years

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1,6,9,17!

Little More Conversation || Accepting

1. Does your muse have any extra turn ons?

It’s a quiet night, the rain preventing them from hitting the surf properly. She’s told him that the perfect time to be out on the water is before a storm, during ~Especially the Atlantic~ is too cold, too dangerous, and immediately after, the waves are far too glassy. But to ease the little lines between his brows, she’s suggested watching some movies, even going so far to offer to forgo the subtitles. While helping her make the hurricane popcorn, Eric is so kind as to say she can keep them on.

Maybe there should have been more concern about what they were watching, and not how.

The first is the musical adaptation of Sweeney Todd, and despite the fact that Beth is unfathomably coy when it comes to certain subjects, she makes no effort to hide how she squirms a little, giggles over, and has absolute heart-eyes for both Johnny Depp’s titular Demon Barber, or Helena Bonham Carter’s Mrs Lovett, especially when it comes to the blood and the glinting silver blade. Or how she glances over at him with her fey sort of smile, and sings snippets of the score. Maybe he should have realised there was a running theme when she offered to put on The Red Dragon. {{Specifically Beth has a thing for knife-play, breath-play, blood, biting}} ~*~

6. Does your muse like to roleplay in the bedroom? What archetype or character do they like playing?

“Oh, I love role playin’!” Her hands come together as she claps excitedly a time or two, and then she takes off at a quick pace. “Whenevah I use f’ play wi’ my braddah, he always play like Paladin or Hell Knight an’ one time as a monk. I t’ink he jus’ really like playin’ Lawful Neutral kine. An’ he always, always make me play da cleric so he have a dedicated healer, but in my heart of hearts... I always wanna be eiddah a barbarian or mebbe some kine slinky rogue. I could pick locks, an’ poison my enemies, an’ steal alla stuff!, but I would do it so dat I could support orphans an’ widows an’ save ‘em from da tyranny of da evil king.” {{Beth has never heard about romantic role-playing and wouldn’t necessarily understand what to do or how to play.}} ~*~

9: What is your muse’s preferred setting for sex? Do they keep it in the bedroom or are they more adventurous?

The sheer giggles. Soft and innocently and almost entirely too girlish for a woman her age, even if that age is nebulous. It heralds the blush that arrives like a whirlwind into her cheeks, and she takes a moment to fuss with tucking one lock of dark hair behind her ear. “I mean... dere is a lot of land in our family, mos’ of it secluded, no one ‘round for miles. An’ I do have a fondness for bein’ out in nature.” ~*~

17: Has your muse ever had an awkward moment during sex? What happened and how did they handle it?

She manages to stave off the sound she’d just made at the next question, and everything about her shifts. Her chin tucks down and the colour in her cheeks darken. Her shoulders round forward. Her arms wrap around her waist before she glances up into Eric’s eyes. Her words come slow, measured. Full of trace confusion. “I uhm... I’ve nevah....haven’t... you know dat, right? I...I mebbe mention it before?” Her experiences are not vast, nor are they entirely alone. Having lived with her brother most of her life, she’s been privy to the sounds people make. She’s caught glimpses and from those she’s sought out more data in the forms of videos and novels and televised media. There was that time in medical school, before she ended up dropping her residency... “I’ve...ah... tried time or two...to...replicate what I saw... but it never work out da way it was suppose to. One time, back when I was studyin’ t’ become a doctor... somehow I got my presentation mix up wi’ my personal journal. Half my class saw a dream I had written out on da large smart board behind me. When I realise why dey were laughin’ an’ pointin’ an’ talkin’... I sorta want to die on da spot.”

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