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carpenoctxrn · 6 months

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Simon Riley x Reader (GN Pronouns)

synopsis: everything I believe simon would do with his S/O during Christmas

also feminine reader but not implied gender.

sfw

simon who loves the idea of decorating his house. at first he didn't want a house as he felt like it would be a empty shell and a reminder of how he is never around, how he will never be normal so an apartment would be more okay. but he decided financially if he can afford a good house he should purchase it. so he bought a two story house that has some acres but tons of trees surrounding it.

simon who asked his darling naturally after passing that milestone of being in a relationship as long as they had, he felt it would only be appropriate to ask them to move in. at first their darling was hesitant but ultimately they knew the answer was yes.

few months after simons darling moved in it was christmas. he felt as if he should ask his darling if they were interested in decorating the houses. he was met with online emails for delivery dates of christmas trees, gold and red ornaments, wreaths, gigantic candy canes to decorate the outside of the house, a bunch of out door lights, and a light up reindeer pulling santa set up to be placed on the roof. that was the only answer he needed.

as the couple would go out to the town to watch movies, shop for grocery, or to satisfy food cravings they would occasionally purchase knick knacks for christmas to hang around the house or to decorate during the festive season. simon didn't think ill of the holiday nor did he feel excited. some christmas he spent it being deployed and the ones he stayed at home were not different than every other day.

simon who is actually a bit excited this holiday because he has a sense of home in house all because of their darling. he loves waking up and having their darling ask them for help hanging things. he loves how domestic it feels when they set and begin decorating their christmas tree.

simon who definitely overspends on gifts for his darling because he wants the christmas to resemble a christmas catalog. he bought name brand everything without looking at the price tag. he bought them make-up if they used any, clothes of their aesthetic and color, gaming equipments if he felt like they need it, shoes from converse to YSL heels, and so many lingerie from small businesses all around the world that would ship to your location. it was tough getting the deliveries before his darling but he decided to just offer picking up the mail or anything if it was delivered to the post office rather than the drive way that was about one mile away from the house.

simon who helps his darling cook for their christmas dinner and offers to do the dishes afterwards while his darling showers and gets dressed. but before his darling went upstairs he decided to give some gifts early to his darling. like the brown silk dress that was skin tight and had long sleeve. it complimented the 24k gold bracelet that had your's and his initial engraved on it. along with some fluffy white socks that made them smile.

simon who wears black cargo pants with the maroon shirt you bought him to wear. he wore his silver rings, bracelets, and dog tags that complimented him. and also black fluffy socks too.

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luckypoppymilliemama · 11 months

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I am seriously so saddened to realize people have used my name and my cat to steal money from some of you. This is crazy, never, ever did I think that my Poppy would be used negatively.

Let’s give a little rundown of who we are. I’m Michelle, a 30-something year old married mama to 3 skin kittens, and 3 fuzzy kittens. One of my skin kittens is an adult, the other two are rapidly approaching attempting to leave the nest. I am disabled, physically and mentally which leads to emotionally, too. My fuzzy kittens help a lot with that.

2 summers ago, a friend texted me asking if I wanted a kitten. Of course I did. Then I found out she was a feral kitten that her mama had left behind because her one back leg was missing a foot, so she couldn’t climb and jump like the rest of the kittens were, and she was getting too heavy to carry in her mouth. That kitten now only have 3 legs, and is my Lucky baby.

Come early February of the next year, I saw on a friend’s aunts rescue site two of the most gorgeous little calico kittens I had ever seen. I claimed them before Valentine’s Day, even though I wouldn’t be able to get them until after Mother’s Day since they were slow to grow. They were attached at the hip, there was no way I could get one and not the other. Those were my Poppy girl and Millie moon.

That’s how I ended up with my fuzzy kittens. They are the best fuzzy kittens I have ever met. All 3 of them have a different job in calming me and my middle daughter down while in emotional crisis. Poppy is and has always been that calming rumble that you try to concentrate on instead of everything else that is happening. And it works more than anyone would believe.

Poppy is sick. My go fund me has all the explanations and updates you could ever need; I even have to add the email with the vet when she gets a chance to email back to me. I have endless pictures and videos to show she is my little love.

Please, if you can, share this post anywhere and everywhere, across all forms of social media. My follower numbers are so low, I’m surprised it’s not a negative number. I know a bunch of you got scammed, and I’m sorry. I really am. If I could make it better, I would.

Myself, I’ve even cut back some of my less essential but still needed medications so I have the money to get Poppy the treatment she deserves. I just need my baby girl to be better. It’s time sensitive because we honestly don’t know how much time she has left with her red blood cell count being in the low 10s percent wise (I think it was 13-14% last time, and it should be above 35). I am extremely transparent in what I show you all because if you are helping pay for it, I figure you have a right to see where the care is going and what it’s being used for.

We are trying to get the maximum amount of funding so we can get all the testing done because the liver and spleen are just as important as the bone marrow biopsy, but we will not look a gift horse in the mouth. Whatever we get it, it’s another cent that we didn’t have to scrounge around to find, another minute off the ever clicking clock.

Best ways to donate: to the hospital itself:

Philadelphia Animal Specialty and Emergency

Dial 267-727-3738, press 2, ask to place a credit on Poppy Riggs account, #FE22554C. All of this info is able to be found on the images in the gofundme.

The Gofundme. It is the *only* go fund me I have up. Anything else is a scam.

These account below are the only official ways to donate outside of the gofundme.

My email is listed below, and I am willing to answer any and all questions via email or on here, your choice.

Thank you so much for helping. It means everything to us.

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 1 year

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“Can’t believe you’re making me go back to that hell.” You mumbled from the passenger seat of Seungmins car, your head leaning against the window as you watched the familiar buildings pass by, letting you know that you were getting closer to campus. You were nervous, and no amount of pep talking from Seungmin on the way out the front door would make you feel any better.

“It’s gonna be fine. And you know that I would have loved to move you in…” He smiled over to you, lightly tapping your shoulder to get your attention. “But my mom said that if you wanted to stay you’d have to start helping pay rent, and we both know your ass can’t handle a job emotionally right now.” You huffed loudly, letting your head roll back against the window. “I can talk with your professors, see if they can email you the course notes until you’re ready to leave your apartment…”

“It’s not that…” You mumbled, although it was half of it. “I just don’t want to be on campus anymore… And I can’t drop out of college, my parents will like… shun me. They don’t even know what’s going on right now, and I don’t want to tell them because it’ll be a whole bunch of questions that I don’t want to answer.”

He tsked his tongue, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel as he stared forward. “So… you’re just gonna let them win like that? If this were a video game, you wouldn’t stop fighting until your HP was gone.”

“This isn’t a video game, Min… It’s my life. My HP is long gone, I’m just tired of it all… And I feel like I bring it all on myself. Maybe I should drop out… I won’t go home though… I’ll like, get a job as an exotic dancer or something…”

Seungmin gasped loudly, choking on the spit he inhaled so quickly as he eyed you with shock. “Be forreal right now, stink. You don’t even like swimming around us without a shirt and shorts on, which I totally respect by the way.” You glared at him out of the corner of your eye and he sighed softly, shaking his head as he got more serious. “Look, I’m not telling you not to do it because it’s your choice… But there’s some bad things that happen there, and creepy people that don’t have the best intentions… I just want you to be safe, okay?”

Your gaze became softer now, reaching over to pat his shoulder as you smiled weakly at him. “Thank you for caring about me, Minnie. I think you should be more like this in text, you’re so sweet…”

He scoffed loudly, a mischievous smile on his face. “Not a chance, stink. I’m the cynical comedy that you all need.” He teased, rolling his shoulder until your hand fell off and landed on the center console. “Plus, you’re the only one who gets to see me like this… You’re the lucky one. It’s only because I love you though.”

It took an hour and a half total to finally get to where he was trying to go, and you recognized the building as soon as he pulled up to it. It wasn’t your own apartment building, it was the Jisungs and Jeongins and you were more than excited to see them again after a weekend away, and it was as if they knew you were coming as well, the two of them standing at the entrance doors, their faces pressed against the glass as they waited for you to get out.

“Get inside! Both of you! Come on, hurry!” Jisung called out when you both climbed out of the car, and you couldn’t tell if he was just excited to see you or if he was trying to rush you for a different reason, but your feet carried you as fast as possible up to the building until you were standing inside.

Neither Ji nor Jeongin spared time to even give you a hug before they ushered you and Seungmin towards the elevator, Jeongins finger rapidly slamming against the call button until the doors opened up, and then you both were shoved inside the tiny square before the guys climbed in after you.

“What’s the rush?” Seungmin joked, leaning against the wall as he looked between the two of them. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to throw a surprise party and left burning candles unattended.” Even though the teasing was aimed at Jisung and Jeongin, you knew that what he was talking about was something that you had done in high school when you were welcoming Jisung back after a family vacation.

“I really wish that were the case right now…” Jeongin mumbled, giving you an apologetic smile, although you weren’t sure what for. The knots that had been in your stomach had long since unraveled during the car ride, but now they were forming once more as you felt the tension build in the elevator.

“What’s wrong? What’s going on… Someone tell me, please?” You whispered, looking between the three guys, but Seungmin looked just as confused as you were feeling right now. “Spit it out, come on!” You urged, but the elevator doors opened and Jisung grabbed your hand, pulling you down the hall towards his and Jeongins apartment.

The door was quickly opened, and you were thrown for an even bigger loop when your eyes were met with the annoyed expressions of Felix, Changbin, and even Minho. “You told them we were coming over?” Seungmin questioned, but Jeongin shook his head, waiting for you to be inside first before pushing Seungmin in and then slamming the door behind him.

“Did you two… you know… Do it?” Felix asked as soon as he came over to you, his finger pointing between you and Seungmin. Your eyes widened as you looked between him and the man in question, who looked absolutely lost once the question hit his ears. He sighed with obvious relief, his entire body losing all the tension that seemed to have been built in it as he finally wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug. “I knew it was bullshit… I just had to be 100% sure…”

You quickly hugged him back before lightly pushing him away, your head tilted to the side. “What do you mean it was bullshit? What was bullshit? What are you talking about right now?” The words spilled from your mouth in a rush as you looked at the men who were now standing like statues around the room. “Someone say something!” You shouted, and they all looked at each other, as if urging one another to finally speak up.

“Someone said that you and Seungmin… fucked… while you were at his place over the weekend. Everyone kind of believes it since… well… The Jeongin thing happened…” Minho finally said, his hands sinking into his pockets to pull out his phone. “It’s on the tea page… But, we didn’t believe it at all! We trust you, Y/N. Plus we all know Seungmin isn’t really your type.”

“What the fuck?” Seungmin muttered, although you weren’t sure whether it was in response to the information he was just now hearing or if it was because of the low balled insult that Minho had thrown at him. “How the hell… Why would anyone think that?”

Everything was such a mess, you left to Seungmins to try to escape it and now things are worse than they were before you left. “Hey, everything is going to be a-okay.” Jeongin tried to cheer you up, noticing the way your body shook with ragged breaths. “It’s nothing that you can’t handle. We can handle it together, like we always do.”

Your head shook violently, the urge to scream building in your chest until it was let out, except it wasn’t a scream, it was a sob and you were a mess and everything was shit and you wanted to run as far away from everyone and everything as possible. “Only… Only you guys knew…” You whispered, your head that had been dropped rising slowly to look at them. “Only you knew…”

Changbins eyebrows knitted together as he questioned what you meant, but as if a lightbulb had gone off above his head, he immediately looked offended. “You think one of us would have said something?!” He shrieked, his hands flying to his heart as if your silent assumption had shot him. “Why would we do something like that? We love you, you know that.” And everyone in the room nodded in agreement except Jisung who was deep in thought.

“Chan… Bangchan…” He muttered, looking around the room as if to do a headcount and then turning back to you. “He was the only one that didn’t respond to the text about coming over here… And he had gone to Seungmins himself… Maybe…”

“He left early too.” Seungmin continued, finally walking deeper into the room after standing in the doorway for so long. “He didn’t even say goodbye, he just left. He hasn’t texted any of us since then either…”

“What the fuck!” Jeongin screeched, his hands running through his hair as he dropped down onto the couch. “Can no one be trusted?! Why does everyone want to hurt her?! What is going on!?” His head fell into his hands, his anger evident. That’s what no one understood about Jeongin, no one but you. He loved you, he loved you so much that your pain was his pain, your problems were his problems, everything that affected your life affected his as well. You and Jeongin were one person in two separate bodies. He cared about you too much for his own good, and that worried you, it made you feel awful, but it also made you feel safe, knowing that he was there, that he’d always be there in some way.

“What can we do?” Minho asked, already plotting what he was going to do despite his question. “We could go to the dean, but we don’t really have a solid case against the people we know did it. It would all be he said she said bullshit. Plus, if we do that, it might only cause more backlash and Y/N doesn’t need that either.”

All of the men had spoken, but Felix was quietly standing in the corner, his phone in his hand as he stared at the screen intently. “I mean…” He murmured, catching the attention of everyone as he finally looked up from his phone. “I didn’t really wanna ask like this, I wanted it to be a bit more… special…” He chuckled nervously, his free hand scratching at the back of his neck. “But, spring break is coming up and… I had gotten two tickets to fly back home to Australia for a week… It was supposed to be for me and Ijun…” He looked at you directly, his smile shy and soft and so sweet. “But she’s kind of a bitch and… I’ve been planning on asking you… But I think I should do it now… Do you want to go to Australia with me? You’ll be there for a week, and hopefully by the time we come back, things will be better here.”

Everyone in the room looked to you for your answer, some of them were tense, others looked excited for you, but Minho was preemptively upset with the answer that he knew you were going to give. Of course, you knew why, he was infatuated with you and he was, by account of his own words, trying to win you back again. This would only put a bump in his own plans, although you were hoping that he wasn’t too hung up on that considering the severity of what was going on right now.

“Yeah… I’d love to go. Thank you, Felix… Are you sure though?” You posed the question, just to be sure, and his head nodded so quickly you were worried about him getting whiplash. “Just send me the day and the time and I’ll meet you at the airport.”

“Well I was actually thinking that maybe… You can just stay at my place the night before… I mean you’ve done it already… I’ll even let you have my bed so you’re comfortable. I just want to make sure we both are ready to go and if one of us misses the flight, we’ll miss it together.” His cheeks were burning up at his own offer, he was so cute, and for the time being, it was like the two of you were the only ones in the room… That is… Until Seungmin cleared his throat, bringing you back to real life.

“I’m glad you both are super hyped up about this upcoming trip… But we should figure out what we’re gonna do right now. Hate to say it, but she’s still stuck here until she gets to Australia.” He spoke up, walking over to where you were still standing by the door, grabbing your arm and pulling you over to the couch to sit down before plopping down beside you, his arm draping over your shoulder and pulling you against his side. “I think we should bring Chan in… Have him talk. I wouldn’t mind a little bit of an interrogation.”

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angelisgonnastartchangingurls · 1 month

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tell us everything about your day yesterday

oh, ok!

i woke up at 5:30am and went out for a run. it was pretty short, 3 miles, i was back in a half hour. i got really sick a few weeks ago and my lung capacity is still not 100%, i ran five miles a few days ago and i threw up on the sidewalk.

anyway, when i got back home i paced around in the backyard for ten minutes to cool down, and then i slipped back into the house to my bedroom and woke up jake by sucking his cock. we fucked (me on top, no real foreplay, the cocksucking only lasted a few seconds and we went straight to fucking) and we came at the same time, and then i laid in bed leaking while jake got up and showered as the kids woke up. at this point it was like 6:40. i got up and made oatmeal for my kids (with blueberries!) in a robe and jake was all dressed and ready before 7, so i left him to get the kids dressed and stuff and i answered a bunch of emails. i do this now in the mornings so i can get to the office after everyone but i already have them working on stuff. LOL.

the kids were playing for a bit before school, and margot woke up, so jake made breakfast for me and margot and himself, so i ended up out there with them having coffee and chatting until 8:10, and I was still in just a robe, so Jake walked the kids to school, which is usually my job.

i got dressed (no shower, LOL. white panties, no bra, jeans and a t-shirt - very professional) and margot was making a shopping list so i tried to remember everything i needed (i forgot most of it, i always do, so i have to go to target today). and then jake got home so i kissed him goodbye and left for work. i got to the office at 9:20. i had meetings with various little teams from 10-12 and by the end of the second meeting I was very bitchy and everyone was like, "OK stop giving angel new information" which i thought was a very insightful analysis of me as a coworker.

i had coffee and two cigarettes with jane, a fairly recent hire who is like a 40s goth punk chick who reminds me a lot of ivy if ivy had never gone corporate and had a dozen babies. i love jane, she's 15 years sober from heroin and she rocks. she also compliments my waist a lot, she (like many of you lol) can't believe i pushed two kids out of my pussy.

then i walked to my friend casey's work to meet her for lunch. i don't know if i ever talked about casey. i think so? she is like 27 years old and she has a baby and a much older husband and a stepdaughter who is 19. when i was in my lexi-obsessed phase she was adjusting to returning to work with a baby in her life so we didn't hang out much but now we see each other all the time.

we had lunch at a bagel place and i was back at work by 1:45, just in time for more meetings, but these were with clients and i was nicer. the t-shirt with no bra was a very good strategic decision, one of the bigger guys at the company stared at my tits the whole time, and agreed with everything i said. i wore my hair down too and played with it a lot, you know, alternating between ditzy hair twisting and sort of gathering it and arranging it behind my back like i was about to put it into a blowjob ponytail.

N.B. the ponytail blowjob is such a stereotype/meme but i never do that. i let my hair fall all over the place when i am sucking dick. men love my hair.

i had an hour in my office during which i accomplished literally nothing. i looked at my phone and deleted some emails. that's it. then i had a meeting with my boss, and we talked exclusively about sex with our respective partners. his wife is cumming really easily lately, which on the one hand he likes and on the other hand doesn't like because she's wrapping up sex really early. he said about half the time he doesn't get beyond eating her pussy; she cums and then sucks his cock and won't stop until she's swallowed every drop. but even when they get to fucking, he said she cums in like 40 seconds and hops off to suck his cock. i told him to start slapping her clit with his cock to stop her orgasms. he said she'd get so mad at him if he did that and i said, "i would beg for more." anyway, he told me i am doing a great job with the team lately so i flashed my tits at him.

alice called me at 4 and just clearly wanted to talk at me, but i let her, it's kind of like a podcast, and so she was in my ear for the end of my work day and my ride home.

when i got home, margot and the kids were in the park, so jake fucked me in the kitchen, quick and hard, panties and jeans down, bent over the kitchen island, his hand on my clit. he came inside me again and i pulled my jeans and panties up right over the mess and walked around like that all afternoon, making dinner and catching up with everyone. dinner, did a puzzle with my daughter, bathtime for the kids, storytime, bedtime, and i just took my jeans off and relaxed on the couch with jake and margot and we watched a movie. i fell asleep on jake's shoulder after the movie was over, and he moved me over on the couch, took margot to her room, fucked her and came on her tits, took a picture of it and sent it to me, which woke me up, LOL, but i was too tired to move so i let jake come in, naked, and carry me to bed. at some point in the night i took my panties off because they were full of dried cum, and this morning i woke up next to jake, he was naked and i was in just a t-shirt, so i pushed my ass against him until he woke up and fucked me from behind nice and slow. i came twice.

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mochinek0 · 1 year

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Daminette December 2022: 2-Murder

I didn’t realize I had posted the 1st story a day early. It was a stressful day and I thought I was going to forget to post. I didn’t realize until the next morning. Sorry.

It was game night in the Wayne household. Damian had taken to bringing his new girlfriend, Marinette, to the manor. She had become a regular at Wayne Manor for close to a year now. Just about everyone in his family loved her. Bruce had become very selective on what games were allowed in the house after the Monopoly Incident and the Uno War. Tonight was a card game with questions; he thought he was prepared for anything. When it came to the boys, they always proved him wrong.

"Question, have you ever wanted to murder someone?" Dick read out.

'Who makes these cards?'

"Joker." Jason answered immediately.

"Yes. I have dibs on someone and I have the backing to get away with it." Marinette answered.

All the Waynes, except Damian, looked at the little sunshine who had graced their lives.

"What?" she asked, looking at them, confused, "You all live in Gotham. You can't tell me you haven't thought about it."

"Are they in Gotham?" questioned Bruce, carefully.

"Paris." she replied, handing the dice to Jason.

"Who pissed you off enough for you to want them dead?" Dick asked, "Look at you! You're like sunshine!"

Marinette shook her head, "I'm not telling. I have no doubt in my mind that Damian would go after them and as I said, I have dibs."

"You wouldn't go through with it." Damian implied.

She turned to him and smiled, "I applied to a bunch of scholarships to get away."

"How close were you?" Tim questioned.

"Your acceptance email popped up during my planning so I burned all the evidence and never looked back." she answered, "Congradulations, your email saved someone's life."

Damian scooted closer to his girlfriend, "Who do I have to kill?"

"This is a no killing household, I remind everyone." Bruce announced.

"Fuck you, I have dibs." Marinette replied, ignoring Bruce, "If anyone kills her, it's gonna be me!"

Game night was finally over and Damian had declared he was taking Marinette home.

"I still can't believe Demon Spawn is dating her." Todd declared.

"He takes after Bruce." Tim yawned.

"What does that mean?" Bruce asked.

The trio looked at each other and smiled.

Todd smirked, "If they end up together, she probably wouldn't bat an eye if he came home covered in blood. Honestly, probably wouldn't blink if we told her who we really are."

"She could kill him, too, at this point." Drake stated.

"You like dangerous women, B." Dick winced, "Sure, you put on an act for the media, but those gala ladies don't do it for you."

"Junior isn't that different from you." Jason commented.

"Well, maybe she'll become our legal sister." Tim commented, making the other two nod in approval.

"I call dibs on killing Demon Spawn if he breaks her heart!" Jason shouted.

Bruce sighed, "You can't kill your brother."

"I can protect my sister, though!" he shot back.

"She's not your sister." Bruce declared.

"Fuck you!" Jason stood up, "You adopted us; I can adopt her!"

The boys laughed, while Bruce just sighed.

'Why did I think game night was a good idea?'

Jason was quick to notice Marinette pouting in the Wayne kitchen; he didn't even know she was going to stop by. Usually, Damian told everyone as a precaution. He noticed the air of sadness around her. It was weird to see her looking like Tim when he ran out of coffee.

"What's with Pixie Pop?" he asked.

Damian chuckled, as he drank his black assam tea, "She's been in a bad mood since last night."

"Why?" Jason asked.

"Remember my dib?" Marinette questioned, continuing to pout.

"The murder one?" the older Wayne asked.

"Yeah." she sighed.

"What about it?" Jason groaned.

"She died." Damian declared.

"You killed someone?" Jason shouted.

Marinette glared at him, "You think I would be this pouty if I had done it? I would be baking a storm of macarons, right now!"

Damian smirked, "Bitch died of natural causes."

"Yeah, naturally spreading her legs open." Mari huffed, "Apparently, one of her many boy toys wasn't as faithful as she thought."

"So," Jason spoke looking at the down-hearted Marinette, "karma? How did you find out anyways?"

"She's trending on Parisian twitter." Mari answered, making the brothers chuckle, "Turns out the cause of death was written in her obituary. One of her boyfriends said he was gonna get tested. He was always faithful and wondered if it was from an ex and just never told her. He posted a tweet saying she was the best girlfriend he ever had and how long they had been toegther. Other guys started coming out of the woodworks claiming they were dating her. They started posting pictures and comparing dates. Let's just say it got quiet after awhile and they all started bashing on her afterwards. Her perfect saint picture was shattered and many things came into the light."

Jason walked over and patted her head, "Well, perhaps, those that threw you away will learn the truth."

"Who cares?" Mari answered, "I've been done with them for almost five years. They wanted their golden ticket. They just never noticed the spray paint cans."

"Go rest up." he called, turning to leave the room, "I'm sure sooner or later someone will come looking. They always do."

"They better not." she growled out.

The older Wayne turned and scrutinized her, "You have a whole hit list, don't you?"

Damian walked over and kissed his girlfriend's head, "She was at the top."

Todd smirked as he walked out of the room.

'I knew I liked her.'

"Let's go get you some cheesecake ice cream and you can plan homicide in your pajamas, where you're comfy." Damian declared.

Marinette smiled and kissed his cheek, "You know me best, Habibi."

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#daminette december 2022 #daminette #damian wayne #marinette dupain cheng #dc x mlb #wayne family #gamenight #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #murder #lila rossi #lila gets exposed #platonic relationships #jasonette #big brother jason #mochinek0

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earlgreytea68 · 8 months

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I'm sure you've seen this post:(https://stillasunbeam.tumblr.com/post/722408222997315584)

I just saw it today, after seeing the fic from spirallingstarcases and have many thoughts. First, 'cornflower blue, I miss missing you' I love that. But also this is on an AB/AP era setlist when Miss Missing You is long since written....so like are these alternate lyrics? Or....reinterpreted lyrics? Why are they writing on the setlist? Cornflower blue obviously also gives us a much more direct linkage to Patrick. Second, hello Grudge lyrics in 2015! Another instance of Patrick squirreling lyrics away for later.

I am absolutely FASCINATED by this. Like, first of all, I love the evidence, that we hear Pete mention here and there, that he gets hit by turns of phrase that he wants to write down at all random times. He says that when he's driving he has whoever he's with (he often implies recently that this is poor Bronx lol) jot down like three words for him so he can remember the thought when he gets home. So, these seem complete, but maybe they're also reminders to himself of even more stuff, in which case "sometimes I miss missing you" could be a reference to the song to remind himself of something else he means to do.

But also, I've always theorized that Patrick is the one who wrote the "I miss missing you" line, in answer to Pete's original line, which was "I miss you missing me." If that is indeed the case, this isn't so much Pete reusing his old lyrics as it is him taking one of Patrick's and fully enfolding it into his words, making it his own.

Either way, whether the original line was Pete's or Patrick's, it doesn't surprise me that Pete might write them down again, might not even in the moment remember that they've already been used. That might sound ridiculous, but let me tell you how many things I have forgotten writing, because it is a LOT, so it wouldn't surprise me if sometimes Pete literally forgets that he's used a turn of phrase already. And if a writer liked a turn of phrase the first time they came up with it, they tend to like it again the second time it occurs to them.

I tend to believe that, even though Patrick forgets lyrics in the heat of the moment at concerts sometimes, he has a decent memory for the lyrics of Pete that he's already used, because, as you note, he seems to keep records of them and go back to them later, so he seems to have a pretty good idea of the universe he's working in. And we know that he deliberately reuses them sometimes. But it could also be that Pete sometimes gives him the same lyric more than once and that puts the idea in Patrick's head.

The "Grudge" lyric showing up there is interesting because they've said "Grudge" was the last song written for the album and that Pete had sent Patrick a bunch of new lyrics because he had decided he wasn't satisfied with the lyrics they already had for the album, and he apparently was like, "Can we use some of these instead?" and instead of using any of them to replace the lyrics they already had (I get the impression Pete wants to change the lyrics FOREVER, he's never happy with them, and Patrick just ignores him), he read them and immediately heard a whole new song and begged Neal to let him add one more song to the album. So that means that either most of the lyrics of "Grudge" were from that new set and Patrick supplemented with some old ones, or the "demand you have no fun" line was in the lyrics Pete sent Patrick and he as the one who recycled it.

I suppose part of me wonders how Patrick would ever even have gotten these lyrics. Like, does Pete just constantly hand across scribbled scraps of paper to Patrick, like, "here you go. some lyrics"???? I love this, I am endlessly charmed by this, I really hope that's exactly how it happens and Patrick's got this messy pile of scraps of paper that he tries to organize and make sense of. I know they've referenced them coming by email in the modern era, but I blame the pandemic for that lol.

Finally, just my last point on this, I read this differently than the transcript on the post says. First, I know the transcript says "Let me know you say," but I originally read it as "Let me know you stay," and then realized that's not what it seems to say, but it looks a lot "Let me know you shy," which also makes no sense. It could very well be "say," that fits and makes some sense but also seems incomplete, so I'm not sure that's the whole line. (And I still like my original misreading of "Let me know you stay" the best.)

Finally, the transcript reads it as:

you'd be no one without me but it feels too dark cornflower blue sometimes I miss missing you

I actually read it as:

you'd be no one without me cornflower blue but it feels too dark sometimes I miss missing you

It's so squeezed in there, I'm not entirely sure which is right, I think it's ambiguous.

#pete wentz #fall out boy #fob

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firstagent · 6 months

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Digimon Fanfic Plugs!

They've been getting attention lately (and I'm dying to know why!) so with everyone buzzing over the new movie, thought I'd plug my two novel-length and completed Digimon fanfics! They incorporate everything from Adventure through Xros Wars (with the sequel focusing on Hunters, Appmon, and tri.), asking the simple question: what if older versions of each season's cast were stranded in a Digital World together?

Neverworld

Six years after their original victories, heroes from all six seasons are locked into a Digital World. Yes, they have to survive and fight evil forces threatening it, but the bigger challenge is living with each other, and co-existing as a group of teenagers with different backgrounds, too much free time, and no way out.

Izzy joined Tai at the window. Tai didn't react to his friend's approach at first, but then said, “Well, this is it. One more team thrown into all this.” “At least we're ready for them this time,” Izzy said. “But is it really all right to keep information from them? Shouldn't they know everything we do?” Tai shook his head. “We spent all day bending over backwards to make them feel welcome. But either way they're going to be confused and scared and angry.” “Exactly. Wouldn't telling them what we know help?” A faint smile formed on Tai's face. “I just want them to be comfortable right now. Welcome them into the family and make it feel like home. Let's show them how great we are and how nice life is here.” He exhaled once through his nose, that smile never fading. “They'll figure out the truth on their own.”

Nexusworld

When hundreds more digidestined, hunters, and appdrivers arrive at once, finding them a suitable home and way of life could unravel everything. Especially when new leaders Haru, Tagiru, and Daigo set out to redefine their fates, no matter who stands in their way.

As Haru sank into the water, Tagiru asked, “But you’ve got other friends here. What did they say?” Head perking up, Haru answered, “My friends?” He stared at the wall. “They… know how much this means to me. They knew Yuujin. They understand. They’re upset too.” A tiny smile appeared. “Nah.” Tagiru scoffed. “A real friend would say ‘so what do we gotta do to get Yuujin back?’” “Tagiru that’s…” Haru took a deep breath. “Do you have any idea how much work this is? It was hard enough back home. It took me all this time to get a code I was happy with. I hadn’t even started on the speech or the robotics. And I’m way behind on facial recognition. Dr. Ishiguro only started answering my emails last year.” He stopped and slowed down. “Unless we can recover all this data, I have to start all over again. I don’t want to believe it’s impossible. But without Command supporting me and helping with the resources I need, it might be.” Most of that flew over Tagiru’s head. A bunch of action movies was hardly a worthy primer on artificial intelligence. Haru seemed to read that, and nodded back, defeat in his eyes. “Maybe I should be happy Tai saved me the trouble. Guess it’s better to be stopped now than waste my time.” He turned away from Tagiru, head lowered as he soaked. An exhale brought bubbles to the surface. That’s when Tagiru realized what he had to say: “So what do we gotta do to get Yuujin back?”

I' may 'm also be working on adapting Neverworld into an original story. More on that when I get a little further into it!

#digimon #digimon fanfiction #digimon fanfic

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bloodsadx · 14 days

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I just saw your post of all your toenails, and the pins stand out to me so much!! Where do you get them from where they can all be such unique colors? Or do you make them yourself somehow?

i hit up a couple different american pin places that are in contact with overseas pin factories, i looked into the process of making pins via youtube videos to make sure i understood what is actually happening in the pin making process. i designed a lot of colorways in photoshop/illustrator and i showed friends/teased those colorways on twitter before i ordered them. it’s not especially expensive to do a bunch of different colorways it’s just general bulk pricing guidelines made some of the colors slightly more expensive per unit bc i ordered less of them. i worked with an american contact rather than using say alibaba to source a factory because i wanted to be able to ask a lot of questions and also because the american contacts usually have long relatively steady relationships with the factories which allows me to ask for stuff like 5 of one colorway without the factory just ignoring my email because of not meeting a MOQ. but it did raise the price slightly, and i think the shipping might’ve gone from china to like, rhode island, then to me, so it might’ve taken me slightly longer to get them. i also ordered about 300 i believe total with 16 different colorways so i think it was probably less annoying to the factory than if i had ordered like 16 bespoke pins or something like that.

those pins are really the only thing i’ve ever outsourced before and i was really uncomfortable for a long time with the idea of outsourcing labor because i don’t really like the idea that just b.c i’m an artist and i have ideas for stuff de facto that means my ideas are worth the material/labor cost/human cost of producing them but i watched a lot of youtube videos about how pins are made and it seemed not that bad or at least not much worse than say screen printing t shirts re: exposure to potentially toxic chemicals.

i was starting the process of making more pins of other characters but my motivation has been low on that front. the reason i’m not saying the specific website i used is because i don’t think they provided me any particular advantages over any other website i could have contacted they were just one of the first to get back to me with answers/samples and to meet my specific needs. if you’re going to make pins or any kind of merchandise and are trying to move into a process where you’re paying a few hundred dollars down to potentially sell something to other people i would recommend really looking into that stuff rather than just going off of recommendations. it’s also worth noting that a lot of american companies will insist their products are american made and then outsource the actual production but because the artwork/money was exchanged in america it counts as “american made”. and also, a lot of factories will sublet contracts from other factories and don’t typically inform clients when they do this so it is highly unlikely you will be able to actually know where your thing is made (and under what conditions); to that end, recommending a specific gobetween who might talk to 5 different factories who all randomly sublet to each other means it’s nearly impossible for me to actually recommend A Place rather than just recommending Trying To Communicate As Clearly As Possible.

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Here in the labyrinth (I’m trapped) Chapter 4

Warnings:

T-slur

Deadnaming

Misgendering

Gay people!😱😱

“You love me?”

Kyle asks. “Of course, Kyle. I thought it was pretty obvious. We’re both idiots, aren’t we?” Stan laughs. “I can’t believe you love me. I could’ve sworn you were straight. Even though you’re my super best friend, I must have been pretty off, huh?” Kyle smiles, feeling like his old self again. “Can you believe it? Stan *loves* me! Me! Kyle Broflovski! The same Kyle who was just outed to his entire school a few hours ago!” Kyle thinks, already feeling better, and almost forgetting about the series of events that happened earlier that day. Almost.

“Can I… can I kiss you?” Stan asks hesitantly, not wanting to make Kyle uncomfortable. Kyle answers by grabbing Stan’s jacket and pulling him closer to slowly press their lips together. “You look so cute right now.” Stan laughs a moment after they pull away from the kiss. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” Kyle jokes, looking in Stan’s eyes but then looking away.

They sit in silence for a few moments. “Sh*t…” Kyle sighs out of the blue.“What’s wrong?” Stan asks, tucking Kyle’s hair behind his ear. “I keep thinking about it, just… *so* much has happened today. I’ve been outed as gay and trans, everyone knows that I like you, and I just learned that you like me too. Just… wow. How can that all happen in one day?! And all because of Cartman! I hate his f*cking fat *ss so f*cking much right now.” Kyle seethes, not surprising Stan at all with his level of anger. Stan would probably be just as mad, because what happened today was “seriously f*cked up”, as he would put it.

“He really is an assh*le for that. Is there… anything I could do to maybe help?” Stan asks. “No, no, you’re fine. I’m sorry if I keep making a big deal out of it.” He pauses before continuing. “Actually, no I’m not. I *should* be making a big deal out of this. What Cartman did was really horrible and I deserve to be mad.” Kyle thinks, starting to ramble. “That’s the spirit, dude.” Stan jokes, moving his gaze from Kyle’s eyes to his red lips. “Shut up.” Kyle eyerolls, laying down on his bed, but still making sure there’s enough room for Stan. Stan lays down next to him, and they both stare at the white ceiling.

“Do you want to sign Cartman up for those sh*tty websites that give you spam mail?” Stan asks out of the blue. Kyle laughs, pushing him gently. “Dude. Is that the only revenge plan you can think of?” “Pretty much.” Stan shrugs, taking his phone out of his pocket and unlocking it. Kyle watches over his shoulder as Stan puts Cartman’s email into a bunch of websites. “This is stupid.” Kyle eyerolls, grabbing his phone off his nightstand and when he unlocks it he notices the 5 missed texts from Cartman. “Hey.” “I’m not sorry about what I did. Stan deserved to know he actually had a crush on a girl.” “Lying b*tch.” “Kylie, answer.” “Whatever, tr*nny.” Kyle sighs, “Great.” He thinks, and doesn’t reply to Cartman. He knows he has read reciepts on, and leaving Cartman on read might make him more mad than responding to him with a cringe *ss comeback.

Stan ends up spending the night with Kyle. When they wake up it’s Tuesday, a school day. The night before, Kyle’s mom gave him permission to skip school for the day, because of the events that took place yesterday. Stan’s mom also did, just so he could take care of Kyle and make sure he didn’t do anything irrational, which Kyle rolled his eyes at.

Kyle wakes up to Stan holding him tight. He slowly sits up in bed and starts to scroll on TikTok. Eventually, Stan rustles around and rubs his eyes. “Hey Kyle.” He says, voice hoarse and tired. “Hi.” Kyle says, barely above a whisper. After a bit, they manage to wake up enough to get breakfast. They eat some cereal and then play video games.

12:35 PM

“Dude! I literally won the game. I have no idea why you’re acting like you’re better!” Kyle laughs, pushing Stan playfully. “I am!” Stan eyerolls as Kyle gets up to turn off the video game console. “Do you want to go for a walk?” Kyle asks, hoping for some fresh air. Stan perks up and nods. “Yeah, of course! Whatever you need, dude.” He says, and they do. They walk to Stark’s pond, and sit down together, holding eachothers hand. “I’m so happy now. Even though Cartman outed me… I guess I wouldn’t be with you without him.” “You’re right, I guess there’s good in some bad things, huh?” Stan asks. “Exactly.”Kyle replies, placing a kiss on Stan’s cherk before laying his head on his shoulder.

They walk back to Kyle’s home a bit later, watch movies, and chill out.

Kyle’s mom soon arrives from work, but Stan and Kyle don’t notice. They are laying in Kyle’s bed cuddling. At the worst moment possible, Stan turns toward Kyle, and kisses him. Before Kyle can process what’s happening, his mom is yelling. “Stanley Marsh! What on Earth are you doing?!” Stan quickly stops kissing Kyle, turning to the woman standing in the doorway. “M-Mrs. Broflovski! I-I can explain!” Stan quickly says. Kyle can feel his breathing getting faster and faster, his chest rising. “Okay? Then explain. You too, Kyle. I want to know EXACTLY what was happening. “W-well we were kissing.” Stan says. “And why would friends be kissing?!” “Ma, alright! We’re dating! Is that what you wanted to hear?!” Kyle screams, tears falling from his eyes. He knows he shouldn’t be screaming at his mother. “Don’t talk to me like that, Kyle! Stan, I’m calling your mother right now to tell her we’re dropping you home.” Stan jumps out of the bed. “Mrs. Broflovski, please dont tell my mom we’re dating. I’ll tell her later, I promise. Please.” He says, following her down the stairs as she goes to get her phone.

Kyle stays in his room, stuggled into his blankets and crying out of humiliation, as Stan keeps begging Sheila not to out him. “You’re lucky I’m not one of those people who out children.” She says to him, calling his mother.

Sharon: Sheila? Everything okay? Is Stan alright?

Sheila: Hello, Sharon. Yes, they’re both fine. I’m just wondering if I could drop Stan off at your house in about… 15 minutes?

Sharon: Oh yes, that’s fine. Thank you for dropping him off.

Sheila: No problem, heading out now. Goodbye!

Sharon: Bye!

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Sheila sighs, hanging up the phone call and putting it back into her purse. “Gather your stuff, Stan.” Stan nods quickly, and runs up the stairs.

“Kyle? Can I come in?” Stan asks, sniffling. “Yeah its unlocked.” Kyle says, and Stan opens the door to see Kyle wrapped up in his blankets. “Your mom is dropping me off at home. Don’t worry Kyle. You have nothing to worry about, okay?” Stan says, sitting on the edge of Kyle’s bed. Kyle just nods, sitting up and wiping the tears off Stan’s cheeks with his thumbs. “I guess you should get your things together.” Kyle says awkwardly, getting out of his bed and helping Stan pack his stuff back into his bag. “Are you almost ready?” Sheila asks from downstairs. Kyle sighs, “Yes, ma. Just getting his things together.” Soon after, Stan and Kyle practically tumble down the stairs, and to the car. Kyle goes to sit in the back with Stan, as usual, but his mom interferes by saying, “Kyle, sit up front with me.” “It’s not like we’re gonna kiss back there.” Kyle mumbles quietly, closing the backseat door and getting into the passenger seat next to his mother.

Ao3 fanfic

Wattpad fanfic

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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quillyfied · 9 months

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Okay, folks, been testing this “can’t edit a blog unless you follow 5 tags and 3 blogs” thing, and I have some data to report:

1. If you do it on desktop (Firefox on a Mac for me), you can skip the process by clicking on the Tumblr icon in the corner. This takes you to your dash and you’re all set to curate your experience and make sure you look human to other blogs!

2. Trickier on mobile (iOS); heard that there was a skip button but I never saw it.

Wouldn’t let me tap or interact with anything until I did this. HOWEVER!! There is still a workaround! I discovered it on accident and then made a third fake account just to verify!

3. I made my third fake blog. Once I had the password set and the blog name picked, I closed out of the tumblr app, then reopened it. It opened right onto my dash! Success!

Now: I absolutely believe there are new users who also either don’t see a skip button or are befuddled at this process, because it isn’t very intuitive, I don’t think, so it’s possible there are new genuine followers getting blocked because they’re inexperienced and look like bots.

However. I think there are also just a bunch of bots. Because you don’t need a real email address to set up an account.

If anyone smarter than me could screen grab where a skip button is during this process, I’m intensely curious about where it is and why I’m missing it (the answer is I’m oblivious and often miss things right in front of my nose).

#tumblr heckery #idk man just got curious about the process so did it myself a few times #can totally see how new users would be duped by this #and if there is supposed to be a skip button and it’s just missing #all three times I tried this #might need to submit a bug report

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hELLO IS ANYONE OUT THERE????

OKAY HI hELLO FIRST OFF I HOPE EVERYONE IS WELL NOW

THAT THE EVIL WHATEVER I AM HAS FALLEN AND GCANT GET UP COMMERCIAL

SOMETHIN SEOMTHIGN DID IT HURT WHEN YOU FELL FROM HEAVEN THE ANSWER IS YES I GOT SHOVES TO THE FLOOR RECENTLY AND THIS FUCKIN BRUISE ISNT FADING FUNNNY HAHA OK PLEASENTRIRSSE ARE DONE

UH IM CATHERINE, MOD-SAN, GOLD, whatever they're callin me nowadays holy shit dude my hands are shakin like crazy

they've had me literally cleaning house PRETTY MUCH AS SOON AS I RECOVERED all work no play makes jack a dull boy thats me IM jack damn it i can't tell if i've eveolved into a live-in housekeeper or some sort of roomaate and the paymetnt si s that i get to keep my lifeand also i REALLY need to move my keyboard over or get the window to leave the screen cause i can't blind type it just ain't happenin my leg's jitterering like hell BUT THE MOST IMPORTANT PART IS IM ALIVE YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO but i have absolutely NO CLUE how ;long THAS gonna last BBUT the great news is that ive finally been able to sit at my dangf computer and and actual;ly TYOOUCH ANFD LOOK AT IT ive practically been buried in all the freezers BUT ANYWAYS GOD MY HANDSA THEY STING SO FUCKING IABAD D ALKl ANYWAYS IM ALIVE IM STILL HERE IM TRYING?????????? TO GET BACK BUT EVERYONE HERE IS UHH NOT GOOD TO PUT IT LIGHTLY ITS TERRIFYIN OVER HERE BUT IM SENDING MY WELL WISHES THAT EVERYONE IS OKAY OVER THERE AND YOU SURVIVED WHETER THE HECK ANGR MY BIG SDIS MUST"VE SBUBJECTED YALL TOO BEACSE SHE IS FUCKING PISSSEEED LATELY IM GENUUNINLY WORRIED FOR OURLIVES LEVEL THERES SO MANY FIGHTS AND COMING-OUT-ABOUT-HER-LEGEND-OF-VIOLENCE STORY AND THE SHOOTIGN REVENTLY AND POINT IS THE LEGAL STUFF MIGHT GET RESOLVED OKAY?????? DADS MAGIC PROTAG POWERS OR WHATER APAPRENTLY HE KNOWS EVREYONE PERSON ON THE PLANET ITS GODDAMN WITCHCARAFT BUT MOMS DROPPIN LIKE EVERY OTHER DAY BBBBBBUYT OTS HER BIRTHDAY THIS WEEK AND WERE GONNA TRY AND TAKE ME OUTSIDE AND SEE IF I EXPLODE IN THE SUNLIGHT SO UUUUUUUUUUUUUUH THANKS FOR EVERYTHIGN I LOVE YOU GUYS ILL TRYT TO FUCKIN REACTIVATE ALL MY ACCOUNTS ALL A BAJILLION OF THEM APPARENTLY I WAS ONE CRASY AKJSFI KID PLEAASE PASS THIS MESSAGE ON MY BI G SIS WAKES UP SOON IF SHE HEARS ME IM GETTTIN IT I HAVE NO FUCKIN IDEA WHATS GOIN ON ON YOUR SIDE CAUSE NO ONE IS SAYIN JACK SHIT BADUM TSSHH BUT I GOT MY SHIT COMIN AT LIKE 9 AM RIGHT WHEN I TAKE MY VERY MYSTERIOUS NO ONE KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK THEY DO ANYMORE MEDS AND IF I KICIK THE BUCKET AT LEAST I FUCKING STAYED BABY YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

ALSO IM NOT DRUNK WE DONT DRINK IN THIS HOUSE EVER BUT I DEFINITYL NEEDS A LIL HELP IN LIKE ANY SORT OF MEANIN NO ONE IN THIS HOUSE FUCKIN REMEMBERS ANYTHING IN ANY SOR TOF WAY FOR ANY SORT OF THING ITS AN ACTUAL I HAVE NO IDEA WHOSE CALLIN OR TOUCHIN SHIT OR WHAT TALL THIS SHTI IS IN THE HOUSE AND FRANKLY IM TERRIFIED CAUSE EVREYONE LEAVES POR PASSES OUT BEFORE I CAN GET A CLEAR ANSWER AND AND ADN COLD WAR INTELLIGENCE WHATHER NEWS STORY OLD POPS HERE IS PUTTIN ON TV ANYWAYS LOVE YOU GUYS STAY SAFE CALL OUT IF YOU SEE ME IN THE WILDS SOMEDAY BUYYEYEEE

WAIT I JUST REMEMBRED BIG SIS IS GONNE DESTROY SHIT SOON SONSONSOON SHIT HSHISTHSHIT OK ANYWAYS ERVYTHIN ONLINE LOOKS OKAY FROM WHERE I CAN SEE IT IN MYSETRUOS VPN LAND AND IM GOIN THROUGH MY COMP RIGHT NOW BUT EVREYON IN OUR HOUSE RECOGNIZES THE DISCORD SYMBOL PROBABLY>>>?????? SO IM TRYIN TO FIND ALL OTHER CONTACTS BUT ITS JUST A BUNCH OF EMAILS DDDDUDE I JUST HAD TO LET YALL KNOW WE'RE ALIEV HOPE ALL OF YOU ARE WELL LOVE YALL EVER IF YOU DONT BELIEVE THAT ASTY SAFE WATCH OUT FOR FUKCING PUNCHES OR SIDESWEEPS AND MY BIG SISSS KILLING BLOW AND THE FCKKGNGI SWORD ON TOP OF HER BOOKSELG OR THE LITTLE GUN THING IN HER LCOSET WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN IN HER ROOM ANYMROE ANYWASY DONT DIE OUT THERE LIKE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PEACE OUT BURY ME UNDER A BLUE SKY WITH ALL MY SHIT IIM HANDING DOWN WHATEVR THE ITTY BITTY NOT SO BITTY NEICE WANTS LIL PRINCESS LILLY HAACKER SCAMMER HUSTLER SECOND LEGEND OF VIOLENCE IN THE MAKIN IM GONNA FUCKIN PASS OUT I HAVE NO IDEA OF FUCKIN ANYTHIN THATS HAPPPENIN HERE EVERERR GOD CAN I TALK TO ANYONE THAT ISNT THIS NEIGHBORHOOD THAT THIGNS I HAVE HEARSD ABOUT THE PWOPLE ROUND HERE any ewysbans m y hands are shak in and breakin and crankin love yall stay safe dont fall into a ditch like me ever again mMWAHH TEDDIE IF YOURE OUT I STILL OWE YOU THAT FUCKIN LETTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

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hi i'm sorry your gov teacher is disgusting! i also had a teacher my senior year who made disgusting comments about me and other students, and it was WELL KNOWN throughout the school that he was like that. the reason i'm telling you this is so you don't underestimate how much schools are willing to overlook/cover up. if you're serious, get proof, get a group, preferably with parents involved, and lodge a formal complaint at the district level. if you go just to the principal with just your word against the teacher's you'll get shut down. i'm rooting for you if this is something you really want to pursue. <3

thank you so much <:) im planning on asking my friends in other periods about the shit he's said in their classes (bc i have heard from ppl i generally consider reliable sources that in addition to creepiness he's said some DISGUSTINGLY racist things in their periods). thankfully i know a lot of students are dissatisfied with him so i think i'll have some good backup, and i might be able to get some teachers i know pretty well on my side. unfortunately i'm not sure about how to get more concrete proof beyond student testimonials :(

Creepy teachers are definitely a problem at my school that is ignored and pushed under the rug, mostly because my school is so underfunded we get the worst teachers in the district and there are no other options. there have been several teachers who are widely known among the student body to be creepy, and a couple in the past few years who were found to be straight-up sexual predators on further investigation. our administration pays little to no attention to the student body or the state of facilities--for instance, we never have tampons or pads in our bathrooms (despite state requirements) and before this year there was maybe 1 working soap dispenser per bathroom (if you were lucky). our principal is a lax, ineffectual, good-old-boy-system guy who basically inherited the job from his predecessor, so definitely not much promise there :////

as a ray of hope that something in the system might actually work, though, the girl i sit next to in science is lodging a complaint about the lack of period products to the superintendent (after emailing the principal and VP THREE TIMES and getting no answer). She's finally getting a response that way, so ill ask her about what she did. she's also a part of some organization that deals with womens' health and protections in schools? so ill ask her about that and see if it can help.

my plan for right now is to gather a bunch of student testimonials, and have students and parents lodge repeated complaints about him through a line at the school. it's definitely not guaranteed to work in terms of permanent effects, but hopefully it will at least get him to stop making sex jokes ://// im really not super confident in this more anonymous method, but tbh im kinda scared about possible repercussions for myself and my friends if admin doesn't believe us, especially concerning college ://// thank you so so much for your concern and the message!! <333

#he's just so....... ugh. so weirdly interested in who's dating and fucking who. and he has a complete lack of professionalism in pretty much #all ways. also im sure my period has escaped more egregiously racist comments only bc we have Black kids in the class #and im all for not judging ppl by their past actions but also.... he kinda did say racial slurs online!! lol!!! not v recently but it #doesn't inspire confidence #carrier pigeons!!

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So I've recently made a new AO3 account (completely separate from my main one, different email and everything lmao) bc I want to start writing porn, and I was wondering if I could have your permission to use some of your asks as like, prompts or ideas? Especially ones that were my own (this is PP!Tim Anon btw, and I've sent in. A lot of asks without signing them off as that, like I could make an entire list and it would probably hit double digits of which asks you've gotten that were mine lmao)!! I would ofc credit you and your blog! I don't know how to imbed links to the individual asks (I'll still try but I can't promise anything lmao), but I'll at least mention your Tumblr name and AO3 account!

I really wanna try my hand at some random, filthy oneshots without a bunch of world building or context, bc that's something I tend to get hung up on in my writing, and I wanna stick to some short and sweet smut oneshots about Tim being a pregnant, underage nympho slut, or a puppy factory, or a cocksleeve for the rogues of Gotham and their goons, all that good stuff!!

On that thought tho, do you have any pieces of advice for like, consistent writing, or motivation to write? Bc that's my biggest struggle tbh is sitting down to start writing. Usually once I start I can churn out a couple thousand words in one sitting, but I gotta start first, ya know? Any words of wisdom would mean a lot ❤️❤️❤️

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yes of course❤️❤️❤️!!!!!!!!!!!! you don't believe how happy that makes me to hear!!!! so many of the asks i get sent are just so brilliant and well done and it would make me so beyond happy to know people started writing or got inspired to write out their ideas!!! and i'm sure that people who submitted other posts you get inspiration from would love to see others expand further on their asks ❤️❤️❤️❤️!!!

one shots are a really great way to really get back into a sort of groove of writing because it can be shorter, the plot may be not as dense or complex as something from a multichap (though you can also write VERY long one shots that are incredibly detailed too), and it can be mainly composed of "fun" writing in the sense that you don't have to do buildup for bigger things like you would in longer multichaps or those that are heavily plot driven. i totally get struggling to get motivation to write, for me it was always like i had to wait for my brain to be turned "on" or in a working mode for me to get any writing for my fics done which meant it usually only happened when i was studying for exams or doing projects for school. however for me that meant when i was in the 'off season' like breaks from school it meant that even though i had time, i no longer had motivation to write. that's something i'm still working to break myself out of and i think one think that is pretty effective is thinking of a scene or piece of dialogue i'm excited to write and look forward to getting to so it motivates to write to reach it. that works sometimes, other times i think of a reward i'll get myself once i finally finish. something like candy or some snack or food i don't often get or go out of my way to get. and another thing that works for me sometimes is basically planning the fic, for a short one shot the major bullet points of what happen would be a short list and so it would pretty much trick your brain into thinking 'wow a short task list i can do all of these pretty quickly/complete them without too much hassel or procrastination!'.

ultimately i think writing one shots takes a lot of pressure off since as a single chapter there's basically no further commitment needed like it would during a multi chapter fic which can be very relieving for people who get easily stressed or pressured by commitments with no hard deadline.

im very happy to hear you'll be expanding on your tim ideas and look forward to them!!!!!! also if you need any help with embedding on aow the reference collection on ao3 is really helpful and its where i learned to embed links with this tutorial ❤️❤️❤️❤️

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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Saw Goncharov finally... sort of

So. I’ve finally seen Goncharov (1973). And I read the Wikipedia article because I had questions. And then Wikipedia couldn’t answer all of my questions.

The movie I saw shared many of the qualities of the Goncharov I’ve seen people talking about, but there were scenes I never saw. And no one talks about the silent shootout sequence where the only audio is the sound of clockwork. (Which really got me in the moment but almost seems ham-fisted given the restraint elsewhere in the production.)

So I started digging, and I don’t think I’ve seen anyone talk about just how many cuts of this film exist. You probably know the main beats of the story.

Scorsese meets Matteo through a family friend. They hit it off, become fast friends, fast forward a couple of years, and Martin is going around Hollywood knocking on doors trying to get his friend’s most ambitious script brought to life.

Lucille Ball, of all people, agrees to help Scorsese come up with the money but the day-to-day production falls to him. (Desilu is long in the rearview mirror at this point, and for reasons she’d never come right out and say, Lucy didn’t want her name on the picture.)

Also, contrary to popular belief, Lucy DID talk about her involvement once. Just a few sentences in her 1974 interview with Dick Cavett.

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Cavett: What about Goncharov? What made you do it?

Ball: Well, Marty was so passionate about it. He believed in it, and I couldn’t help but believe in him. That’s really all there was to it.

Cavett: But it was sort of a flop wasn’t it?

Ball: You know, I really think it was a sort-sort of a film ahead of its time. And that’s all I’ll say about it. I’m proud of it for my little part in making it happen and that’s it.

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But I digress. So Lucy gives Scorsese the reigns on the project, but he’s trying to get Boxcar Bertha and Mean Streets made during the long, troubled production in Europe. Matteo is doing a ton of the heavy lifting, and he and Scorsese are butting heads. They're both trying to direct when they can be on set together, and it's giving everyone headaches.

Finally, the film debuts at Cannes in ’73. That’s where things start getting really messy. We have the original cuts: the English cut that debuted at Cannes and the nearly identical “Italian” cut for the theatrical premiere in Rome.

And then you probably know about the changes Warner Bros. demanded for the American release. Scorsese regrets those changes, and that is probably why the movie bombed in the States. But he was trying to get Mean Streets made and compromising on the American release made that happen.

That's all on Wikipedia as is the TCM/Criterion cut from 2011 that tries to replicate the Cannes cut.

And then you also probably know about the hour long, really bad TV cut that aired a few times in the ‘80s and ‘90s. The less said about it the better.

You might not know about Matteo’s director’s cut that had a short theatrical rerelease in Italy in the late ‘80s. This is where Domenico Procacci comes in. Procacci was 13 when the original release happened, but he was a passionate advocate for Matteo’s cut and helped get it into theaters. Then in the ‘90s, he worked on a restoration of that cut for home release, which is where the poster with his name on it comes from. It was a mock-up never meant to be released to the public.

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE. You may have seen the name Ed Prescott mentioned in relation to Goncharov, but the dude is super anonymous. No online presence. But I found a couple of ancient forum posts where someone managed to get his email address in 2003.

Prescott was kind of a jack-of-all-trades in the ‘80s and ‘90s. He worked a bunch of different small jobs in the film industry before becoming an archivist for WB. And he’s the guy that saved most of the film we have from Goncharov. Procacci’s remaster wouldn’t have been possible without him.

According to Ed, the most widely pirated version of Goncharov was close to the Cannes cut but not identical. He also says Scorsese worked on but didn’t complete his own director’s cut. And Ed, a hobbyist editor himself, cut together a “complete cut” that he never showed anyone.

So yeah… I have seen a Goncharov now, but I don’t know if anyone has seen THE Goncharov.

#goncharov #unreality

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