#mojo could be zero

[leslutdepointedulac]

I just finished my annual rewatch of The Nightmare Before Christmas and all I could think about was someone saying a month or two ago that Jack is Lestat coded and Sally is Louis coded. Well lemme tell you they were correct. I can't remember who it was that said that but whoever it was, they were right

#louis and lestat as jack and sally for the win #i need some kinda fanart or au fic for this #mojo could be zero #marius could be the mayor #dkdhdjak it's all coming to me now #excuse while i sit and daydream my life away with this #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #marius de romanus #mojo #loustat #the nightmare before christmas #vampire chronicles #tvc #my vampire chronicles

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Raph Ninpo

Raph's ninpo is something I think that not only gets over looked but also his progress with it in the series.

I was rewatching season one and couldn't help but reflect that everyone makes a big deal about Mikey being the one with all the mystic mojo and stuff when the one who really does the heavy lifting and is shown to grow with his power is actually Raph.

I mean yes Mikey makes his mystic weapon activate first and he clearly has a knack for mystic stuff. However we don't see Mikey really do much with his powers over the course of the series. So I guess in terms of brothers you have Leo actively struggling with his. Donnie having none of it, and Mikey not having any real issues at all.

But here's a point I'd sit on. Mystics and Ninpo are not the same thing. They are similar but I was thinking on this. Ninpo is made out to be a big deal and is about connection and family and just the power of love. And the cool thing? This is hinted at through the whole of season 1.

BY RAPH.

I wish I could find screen shots to add to my points but while Mikey just makes his weapon work and then has zero issues for the rest of the show. Raph has active progression with his powers all tied to specific moments.

Raph catching Leo is the iconic one of this but there are a few littler ones throughout. Raph's giant form actually shows up as soon as the Paper Theif episode. All his brothers are caught by the giant oragami ninja and Raph charges in and actually for a brief moment goes huge. A more interesting point though that gets over looked Raph uses his ninpo once without his weapons prior to season two. During the late fee episode when they find a mutant silver fish Raph throws his basket ball. If you look during this scene the ball glows with his ninpo energy and that's why it goes through the silverfish and the rental machine. This is the only example of the turtles not using their weapons to use their powers prior to the season 2 finale. It's a fun detail I wish was talked about more because it has implications to the debate of "do the turtles need their weapons" to do things.

A small complaint though is how under appreciated Raph's ninpo can be. Donnie's abilities are free realistate, Leo's straight forward (though not really as abused as they could be c'mon folks I know you've played portal), and Mikey is a freaking wizard who can do what he wants.

Raph however gets "big form hulk smash" which is fair but I hate how his ninpo upgrade is like ignored 90% of the time. More than that there are neat ideas where this power does interesting things like when Raph throws himself with his own big form. More over he has freaking SHADOW CLONES! I want Raph to be Narutoing up the scene! Even if they're not solid (which maybe could make them solid we only have ONE SCENE TO WORK WITH!) it's still a fun thing that can make their total chaos fighting style even better.

SOMEONE APPRECIATE HOW COOL RAPH IS!

#rottmnt #Rise Raph #Seriously still mad his upgrade got ignored #I know it's hard to animate all that crazy but why give him that power then? #Ugh #What if he could put aura armor on the others? #That's an idea? #Or weird power combos? #Do the copies have to be of him #WHO KNOWS!!!

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Johnny's Mansion | Kenshi Takahashi x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Heya! Can I have prompt #15 for Kenshi Takahashi? - @brymalibu ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Kenshi get invited to Johnny Cage's birthday party, which is all fine and dandy, but the music choices are certainly... unique.

: ̗̀➛ swearing

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Johnny Cage’s mansion, or as he called it, his “mojo dojo casa house”. You and Kenshi had been invited, as it was Johnny’s birthday and everybody simply had to be there, although neither of you were rather happy about it; usually, Tuesdays were often saved for your date night - you split it evenly between who chose to do what, and you were excited, as it should have been Kenshi’s turn.

But, neither of you wanted to let Johnny down; he was a good lad, really, even though he tried to hide it under his layers of ego and self-importance, and you both knew that he valued your friendships more than anything… except maybe the DVD collection of EastEnders from start to present that sat, always immaculately clean of dust, by his television.

Maybe he did love you both second best, after all… but he was still your friend, and neither you nor Kenshi wanted to let him down; he wanted you at his birthday party, just as he wanted Kung Lao and Raiden and Syzoth and Baraka. Just as he wanted Mileena, Sindel, Kitana, Sub-Zero, Scorpion.

The music coming from inside the home was so loud it made the ground shake as you and Kenshi entered it, holding onto each other’s hands tightly, not wanting to get separated or lost within the expansive rooms.

Why Johnny chose an open plan for his mansion, you would never know, and you didn’t really want to ask, either. Still, even when you went to grab drinks, Kenshi held onto your shoulder; without Sento, he couldn’t see a thing, and with the waves of partygoers, it was difficult for him to navigate the house the way he could when you visited Johnny on weekends.

‘1916’ by Sabaton played loudly on the speakers, and when you turned to pass Kenshi his drink, you gently tugged at the string of his hoodie to signal for him to bend down so he could hear you.

“It’s our song,” you told him.

He listened for a moment.

“I knew at the time that a year in the line was a long enough life for a soldier… we all volunteered and we wrote down our names and we added two years to our ages, eager for life and ahead of the game, ready for history’s pages, and we brawled and we fought and we whored til we stood ten thousand shoulder to shoulder, a thirst for the Hun, we were food for the gun, and that’s what you are when you’re soldiers…”

He smiled. “This is the one you played in the car when we first started dating.”

You grinned. “You remembered! Can we… can we dance?”

He shook his head. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“C’mon, take my hand and dance for once, have some fun,” you told him, taking your drink and his and setting them on the table. “Please? For me?”

Shaking his head, Kenshi buckled, and gave you his hand; he allowed you to lead the way, finding a clear spot near the speakers.

You took his hands in yours, one just next to your elbow, you dropped one of his hands and let him rest it on your shoulder while you grabbed his waist, gently moving him from side to side until he moved closer and rested his chin on your shoulder with a hum.

Listening closely to the lyrics. 

“I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees, coughing blood as he screamed for his mother, and I fell by his side, and that’s how we died - clinging like kids to each other, and I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood, and I wept as his body grew colder, and I called for my mother and she never came, though it wasn’t my fault and I wasn’t to blame, and the day’s not half over and ten thousand slain, and now there’s nobody remembers our names and that’s how it is for a soldier.”

He smiled, thinking of when he took you to see that exact band as an anniversary present; you had been so happy, forcing him to stand in the front row. He had never heard you sing so loudly, and he couldn’t say he was shocked when your voice didn’t work the next day.

He could still remember how tender his arm was in the morning thanks to you getting over excited and hitting his arm within a second of every song; naming it and telling him exactly what it was about. He would have given anything to take you back there again, he wouldn’t have hesitated.

You had been so happy, and Kenshi had a sneaky feeling that the music was Johnny’s doing when ‘The Unkillable Soldier’ started to play, making you gasp as you gently shook him.

“This one’s about Adrian Carton De Wiart’s career during the first world war!” You yelped, excited and rushing through your words. “C’mon, you know this one!”

Kenshi laughed softly, of course he did. You played it often enough when you were tidying the house. “At the edge of madness, in a time of sadness, an immortal soldier finds his home! Proven under fire, over trench and wire, forged for the war he’s unbreakable!”

You laughed, and Kenshi could have died right then and there and been happy about it; his favourite sound in the fucking world.

“See?” You nearly stuttered, you were so happy. “You do know it!”

“I only know it because of you,” he pointed out with a grin. “I only know any of their songs because of you… but I think Johnny did this.”

“What?”

Kenshi pulled you close to his side, resting his head on your shoulder. “I think you’ll find Johnny’s playing all of your songs because he knows we’re here.”

“Is that a problem?” You asked, frowning.

He shook his head, letting out a soft hum. “No, it’s not… I get to see you happy, I’m happy.”

#mlem writes #kenshi takahashi x reader #kenshi takahashi imagine #kenshi takahashi x you #kenshi takahashi #kenshi x reader #kenshi imagine #kenshi x you #kenshi fanfic #kenshi #mortal kmobat x reader #mortal kombat x you #mortal kombat imagine #mortal kombat oneshot #mortal kombat fanfiction #mortal kombat fanfic #mortal kombat #mk x reader #mk x you #mk x y/n #mk x yn #mk imagine #mk oneshot #mk fanfiction #mk fanfic #mk fic #mk

[socksjinie]

✿ crime 101 — obsessions and taunts in red ink | taehyung

Ⓒ socksjinie — all rights reserved. do not repost, translate or claim as your own.

synopsis. blossom's life goes into a spiral when she discovers who she has been obsessing over all these years.

genre. powerpuff girls au ; taehyung!brick ; fluff ; angst

pairing. taehyung x blossom

wordcount. 2952

warnings. mentions of fights, beatings, and lots of unresolved angst

a/n. to celebrate the birthday of this really special girl, who is actually bubbles of my real-life ppg's friendship gang. have the happiest day, deo, i love you more than acing my grades, going for my morning runs, and keeping up with my schedule~ෆ

contact with the Rowdyruff Boys had never been the same for Blossom as it had been for her sisters. 

while Bubbles viewed life and people from very early on with positivism that could blind her sometimes and Buttercup had always been one to know how not to mix business with pleasure, Blossom had continuously struggled with both approaches. 

she couldn’t remember Taehyung or his brothers much from when they were little, apart of course the trouble their dad caused around the city—something that she was always responsible for taking care of. her memories of him from that time to middle school were always tainted by the position both he and she occupied. 

they were leaders, even when still children. and while she definitely tried her best to lead her sisters to exemplary behavior, always doing their best to save the city and fight crime, Taehyung did everything opposite with his brothers, so it wasn’t a surprise she didn’t want much to do with him. 

in school, they were rarely paired in the same class. she remembers having more shared teachers with Jimin than Taehyung himself. if she were honest with her priorities, fighting Mojo and his kids was just a side thing for her, her grades and social position came always at number one. 

and boy, being number one made her act crazy… 

that was all she needed to do from the moment she was born. be the number one at fighting crime, be the one setting the example, be the smartest you can be… the list goes on and on, so it wasn’t a surprise that she took that perspective to her personal life too. the only problem was that contrary to her heroine side, in school, she always had the same exact rival to compete with. and that made her want to yank her hair off. 

while Buttercup most times came home with teacher’s notes to their dad, saying she was once again fighting or disturbing class because of Jungkook, and Bubbles would confess at night that maybe Jimin was different or that he wasn’t so bad like his brothers, Blossom had nothing to say. or to worry, really. 

none of the boys was a problem for her, the only thing she needed to sort out was why the hell she wasn’t always number one with her grades in school. 

she knew she had a perfect score, she was the leading student in her own class, but then every time the month ended and she passed by the official board, her student number was second. 

the frustration was consuming her, and it lasted a long while. Buttercup was always making fun of her, most often than not joking about siding with the star of the school as she nicknamed the mystery student to be. Bubbles laughed and went along with the jokes. and Blossom did everything she could to uncover who the number one person was. it became her side project, but to her dismay, one with zero results. 

no matter how she tried, begged, and even baked a full batch of her infamous chocolate cookies to give to her favorite teacher as bribery, no one ever gave in. “it’s against privacy regulations” was what everyone seemed to say when she approached the subject. 

by the end of middle school, she almost lost her head and went through with Buttercup’s plan to steal the information from the school’s office. thankfully that same night they got a call from the Mayor and fighting crime became once more her priority, leading her astray from breaking the rules.

but then, her prayers were magically answered. 

Blossom loved routines, and every day since she was old enough to handle her own money, she stopped by the Cherry Pop. she came to know it almost fatefully, due to a robbery that happened at the store many years ago. at the time a couple of records had been stolen, as well as some of the cashier's earnings, and of course, she found the money with the leader of the Rowdyruffs. it was to expect, but deep down she still thanks Taehyung for introducing her unknowingly to what became to be her favorite store in town. 

and now, here she was, going downtown right after classes to pay the store a visit. it was almost the end of the school year, summer was knocking on the door and the sun's rays were already litting up Townsville. Blossom decided to stop by Cherry Pop’s and listen to the new records she knew had come for the summer when it happened. 

it was a rule Professor—their dad—always insisted they followed: their powers were only to be used when needed. and right at that moment, she didn’t need to hear conversations with her super hearing ability. but she still did. 

right before coming out of the store, she spotted two of her teachers across the street, talking while pointing to something inside a dossier. it seemed like a harmless encounter between the two of them, that later developed into something school related. it was almost the end of eighth grade which meant the final results were about to be hung on that stupid board, and curiosity got the better of Blossom. so she perked her attention to the two of them and begin hearing everything. 

“... Ugh, he’s such a good student… And I bet if it weren’t for that misleading monster they call father he would be such a nice kid too.” 

she watched attentively as Miss Margaret sighed as she agreed. “I know… I wish there was more I could do for them. Somehow, giving him my dusty record player for saving me doesn’t seem quite enough.” 

that piece of information has Blossom’s eyebrows knitting so bad they almost merge together. 

“I just don’t know how he keeps it. Every time – His grades are always up there… I mean. When does he study if he’s always doing his father’s evil deeds and covering up for his brothers when the cops show up? I feel like they are constantly down in the station– At least that’s what Sharon says, you know, her husband works there.”

Blossom has always been quick with her thinking, and by this alone, she thinks anyone would be able to figure out they are talking about Taehyung. no one apart from the Rowdyruffs has an evil dad in Townsville or goes around doing evil deeds like Mr. Clarkson described. and it has to be him because Jungkook can’t even be discussed when it comes to his grades as he doesn’t care enough, and although the covering up part seems like a Jimin thing, she had been in his class last year, she has seen his grades and it doesn’t come without much effort on his end. what shocks her, however, is the part where Taehyung saves Miss Margaret. that isn’t a thing villains do, and she would know, she has been fighting crime ever since she was born. 

“He’s just… Gifted, I reckon.” Miss Margaret’s statement has her snapping out of her thoughts. “He isn’t much of a reader, but I noticed that if he pays enough attention he’s able to remember about the subjects… You must notice it too. Explaining it once to him is enough. That kind of annoying student that comes once in a lifetime, I guess!” she chuckles as Mr. Clarkson agrees. 

“Well, too bad he got that suspension for the graffiti thing… Otherwise, he would definitely come first on the board, once again. And he deserves it. With everything the kid has to go through… I can’t even imagine!” 

suddenly, Blossom isn’t able to focus on the conversation anymore. her world starts to spin in a way she didn’t deem possible. 

Taehyung, the leader of the Rowdyruffs, son of Mojo Jojo, a criminal to heart that she has been fighting ever since… ever, is apparently the star of the school. the student she has been most ardently trying to unmask. the person that she viewed as her most formidable opponent and if she was brave enough to admit, the person she at some point began admiring from a distance. 

it was like suddenly discovering the earth was flat all along. 

that night was hell for Blossom. she had trouble digesting the discoveries and bumping into the protagonist of them later at dawn wasn’t the best option for her fiery angst. the Powerpuffs had received a call about some troublemakers causing a ruckus in the middle of the night, and the cops were adamantly fixated on taking them to the station at any cost, even if said troublemakers had fled the scene of the crime—a graffiti pig dressed as a cop in a brick wall by a well-known bar. 

Blossom had suggested to her sisters they should swipe town apart to cover more terrain, and now that she straight up bumped into Taehyung down an alley next to the Cherry Pop she regretted her decision thoroughly. 

“You!” she grits through her teeth and watches how he turns his head, his side profile shining under the moonlight. 

“What about me?” 

Blossom doesn’t know what frustrates her most. from knowing he is the one she wanted to find so badly to his nonchalant attitude as he turns back once again and proceeds to draw on the alley with his red canned spray, every little thing seems to poke at her somewhat short fuse. 

“It’s you!” she exclaims frustrated, partially embarrassed for not having a grip on her confused emotions or a better thing to say. 

Taehyung looks back at her, a crooked smile adorning his features as he shakes the canned spray, “Uhm, it’s me…? Unless you’re seeing someone else, Red, I’m pretty sure it’s just me –” 

“No, idiot! It’s you as in you’re the student I have to compete with!” 

The boy was about to paint another stroke but halts completely. Under Blossom’s furious gaze, he crouches down to place his canister on the floor before facing her again. 

“You don’t have to compete with me, you want to compete with me. It’s a bit different, Red.” 

“I don’t want to compete with you! Up until fourth grade I didn’t even have competition. I was always first! And then –Suddenly you are always there in that fricking board! It’s my board, my first place!”

“Your first place?” He asks amused as he crosses his arm. “Didn’t seem like it this whole year… Or the one before.” 

Blossom bites the insides of her cheeks as she feels her pink eyes turning hot. the last thing she needed was to burn everything to the ground, including her favorite store, with her laser eyes just because of him. 

“It’s not so fun when people shove it to your face is it?” Taehyung adds. 

“That’s the difference between you and me,” she scoffs bitter, “I would never do such a thing.” 

“Oh, really? You seem to forget that I share the same powers you have, Miss Perfectly Right.” 

there is something hidden in his eyes that Blossom can’t quite figure out. he steps closer to her, and for the first time in her whole life, she views him as daunting, dangerous even. “And I remember quite clearly when you referred to me as a brainless kid to your friends on the patio, nothing but a pebble in your shoes. Guess I’m just fulfilling the description of the job.”

Blossom’s eyes fall to the damp concrete ground, searching for her past memories and balling her fists to the possibility of her being unjust with someone. but he was a Rowdyruff. they were the bad guys… so what if she called him an airhead? 

“You don’t even remember, do you?” Taehyung searches for her eyes as he scoffs. there is no ounce of anger in it like she expected it to be. he was just… disappointed. 

gulping down and sticking to her pride, Blossom shrugs. she did remember the moment now that he talked about it, and she did indeed make less of him but that was how she felt at the time, and at the moment she is still too reluctant to acknowledge he is any different than that. 

“Whatever. I guess it serves you right.” he kicks the spray canister he had been using to paint, “Good luck trying to be first from now on.” 

leaving no room for response, he flees the scene with a swoosh. 

Blossom’s shoulders sink and her world doesn’t stop spinning. just like that she is faced with the feeling that perhaps she is being the villain in someone else’s story. 

she hears the cops’ sirens from a distance and quickly retrieves the canister that had rolled up to the sidewalk, taking it with her as she flies home. 

for the months to come, Blossom keeps to herself. Taehyung isn’t in her class, again, and she is somehow relieved by it. the only time she sees him is whenever they have to fight each other and it always ends up being a rollercoaster of emotions for her. she takes the opportunity to release her pent-up anger toward him, but then, every time he ends up being arrested or badly hit by herself, her chest stings differently and she ends up returning home with a bad taste in her mouth. 

his good grades never stop coming nevertheless, which frustrates her to the point that even though she rarely bumps into him in school, she begins having trouble focusing on her studies. which is a first—one that she wished had never happened. 

and after the first half of ninth grade of her watching her world collapse around her, Taehyung decides it would be fun to poke at her wound a bit more and so he starts leaving badly drawn doodles of her face around school with words such as “wuss” or “loser”. 

at first, it was in her locker, which bothered her but not so much. a wet tissue resolved the problem pretty fast. but then when later on Patty Conklin started making a fuss for seeing it behind the gymnasium, the whole school started making funny faces as Blossom passed by in the halls. 

Buttercup threatened everyone with her looks as she started more and more coming to Blossom’s side in the hallways. and Bubbles was always turning the tables with reversible psychology or as she called it “leverage gossip”. but that was bothering Blossom more than Taehyung’s little revenge. 

she didn’t need people coming to her rescue. 

and so something in her blossomed. for the rest of ninth grade she fought harder, focused more, participated in more activities, studied better, and by the end of it not only did she come as a top student with several acclamations that their dad was sure to hang in their fridge but she also found her first boyfriend—Dexter. 

throughout the entirety of summer, she was able to put past her the whole Taehyung graffiti incident. she had managed to bump into him only twice, both being part of her job as he was once again involved with crime. and for the rest of it, she enjoyed going out with her sisters, or hanging with Dexter as they strolled around savoring milkshakes or the new records arriving at Cherry Pop. life felt normal again, the world was once more round and it spun her way. 

but then came the beginning of tenth grade. 

for the first time in years, she and Taehyung shared classes. not only that but someone in the secretariat thought it would be better for the students to have lockers placed near the classes they would be going to, and suddenly she had to see Taehyung’s annoying grin every morning before the first bell rang. their lockers being right across from each other. 

“Morning, Red.” he would say like a well-programmed clock as he leaned in his metal cabinet, red cap boyishly back, arms defiantly crossed. 

“Mind your business, Jojo.” she would hear Dexter approach like a knight in shining armor, scowling at the Rowdyruff, before she could snap at the boy herself. 

in return, Taehyung would send him a sly smile, not at all bothered by his presence. “Your panties already twisted, Dex? So soon? Sheesh.” 

and of course Dexter balled his fists annoyed, Taehyung knew how to get under his skin. Or everyone else’s for that matter. but Dexter also knew he was no opponent for a boy who could conjure fire with his hands, therefore his threats were just that... threats. 

“Go find yourself a wall to paint, airhead.” Blossom would come to the rescue and between her remarks and the way Dexter always kissed her cheek, placing his arm around her neck as they walked away, the smile would fade from Taehyung’s lips. 

although exhausting, it was a routine that Blossom was used to. she could even say that every time he would get into heated arguments with her while in class due to different points of view or better, due to pure spite, it was the fire she needed to boost her throughout the day. she wouldn’t change it. 

but it was only when he began missing classes the week after the Halloween party that she realized how much she didn’t want to change it. 

weeks turned to months, hatred turned into longing, and the heart she thought belonged to Dexter had always been in the hands of another. it had all been there, kept in a forgotten drawer much like the red paint spray canister with a cherry doodle that she looked at resentfully every now and then.  on its bottom, the words that taunted her for the years to come in his absence. Taehyung wuz here.

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I read an interview once, where basically Leigh Bardugo explains that there always has to be a death in a story, or at least in hers for the narrative to have any consequence. What is... Stupid? There is no need for one of the characters to die, despite all their hardships throughout the story. If the arcs are well written in this sense, there is no reason. I mean, has Leigh ever watched Chinese dramas ? All this makes me think that she will surely kill Kaz if she ever does a volume 3 to Six of Crows, and I hope that never happens.

Let's say LB has some fucked up notions about how storytelling works. Or some serious issues with describing what she wants the audience to perceive.

When I look at deaths intended to be impactful, we have:

(Nikolai- who was supposed to die at the end of second book for Alina to be framed for it. I'm still convinced it could've made pretty interesting twist.)

Baghra- performative suicide, designed to scar her son some more, is very much in character for her and it's fitting nail in the Darkling's coffin.

Malyen- absolutely zero consequences. He could just as well lose his tracking mojo alongside his fake amplifier abilities.

Aleksander- why even kill him, when he'll gets dragged out of underworld some three years later? He could've been otherwise indisposed for the world to go to hell.

Matthias- his storyline of acceptance was rushed. The only reason for him to die is to remind the reader stakes are high and not even the Crows can always avoid danger, make Nina a bit sad and free to hook up with a new, more progressive character. I think it might have been more interesting if his correction took a bit longer, and he'd got killed for example by his past mentor, not some random boy, who'll get conveniently re-assigned to the crown prince and relevant for further plot nonsense in retrospect.

David- whose death was completely pointless. It's just another kick into Genya. Decent writer could've used the attack on Ravkan capital itself to make LameHeroes accept war is immoral. No need to get rid of the group weirdo.

It's true fiction shouldn't avoid death, but since it's fiction, it should have true impact on the story. Not just shock value.

I'm not sure she'd kill Kaz. He seems like her fav and look, how well is Zoya doing!

#reply #Leigh Bardugo #Grishaverse #Nikolai Lantsov #Baghra Morozova #Malyen Oretsev #The Darkling #Matthias Helvar #David Kostyk #bad writing #grishanalyticritical #anti Leigh Bardugo

[sunlightandsuffering]

Lys you don’t understand. Now I’m hungry for an Auntkasa drabble of Eren taking off her garter belt with his mouth

BABE STOP IT I MIGHT! im tryna gey my writing mojo back ! I think I like the idea of him convincing her to let him put it on.

It's lying innocently on the bed, just waiting to be put on, to be slid up those gorgeous legs of hers, soft and silky smooth, Eren would know, he's had them wrapped around his waist before, had his face crushed between those thighs, fuck. His breathing comes a little quicker, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he zeroes in on the white silk.

Mikasa follows his gaze curiously, and he watches in satisfaction as her cheeks heat up when she realizes what he's looking at. "It's tradition," She says by way of explanation, a hint of guilt in her tone and Eren could punch something, because yeah, it is tradition, one he's very familiar with, one that will end in her groom taking the garter off himself when it should be Eren doing it, preferably with his teeth." "You gonna throw it to me after?" He asks, hating the edge to his tone, how obvious he is in how much he hates this, "It's good luck after all, for all the single bachelors in the room. Maybe i'll get lucky, find my bride next." Mikasa's face tightens, her cheeks pinching up, full lips pressing into a thin line at the thought. "Maybe," is her callous response, "But isn't my husband supposed to throw it?" Eren shrugs, vibrating with nervous energy, unable to stay in place anymore. He walks to the bed, fingering the silk regretfully, it should be him, how he wishes it was him. He holds the delicate garment in his hand, conjuring the mental image of her slim leg encased in the silky circlet, rucked up high on her thigh, the most beautiful of garments for the most beautiful of women. It's such a delicate thing, meant to be taken off carefully, meant for the wearer to be worshipped properly. His grip on the fabric tightens, crushing the soft silk in his fist, because all he can think about is how unbelievably unfit Mikasa's groom is for the job. "Eren," Mikasa says his name softly, "Give it here." He sighs, deflating like a balloon, all the steam leaving him as he turns to her, so beautiful, barefaced and in a matching white slip, a strap hanging off the soft curve of her shoulder, the slit of her dress exposing a delicate sliver of thigh.

She's stunningly beautiful, just as she was that first day he saw her in Marco's kitchen, and even years later, more mature, he's still captivated, still in love. And Eren thinks that if he can't take off the garter, he might as well be the one to put it on, might as well worship her now before she belongs to someone else forever. "Let me do it," he murmurs, sinking to a kneel in front of her, large hands wrapping around her ankle. Mikasa gasps at the touch, her cheeks colouring pretty pink, all the way down to the full swells of her breasts, and fuck she's always been so reactive to him, even her nipples are hard, he can see it through her dress. It had been a cold slap to the face when he'd gone off to university, to find out that not all women were as beautifully responsive as Mikasa was. To learn that not everyone could cum from having their breasts worshipped alone, fuck.

"Eren," Mikasa tries to stop him, a hand coming up but he brushes her away, pulling her leg up high to rest on his shoulder.

"C'mon Miki," He kisses her ankle softly, "Just let me have this, you were my first evrything just let me have this." She sighs, a soft keening sound that goes straight to his dick as he trails his left hand up her thigh, the fabric of her dress slipping away like water, the slit parting for him to reveal miles of smooth milky skin. He brings the garter up, slipping it over the arch of her foot and she watches him through soft silver eyes, honeyed with lust, remniscent of the look she gets when he's inside her, all fucked out and sated with him.

He misses it, hasn't seen it in so long.

The delicate silk slips up her calf easily, and Eren traces his nose along the muscle, his fingers teasing as he lingers at her knee. It becomes harder for him to keep control as he pushes her dress farther up, when he trails over the creamy of her thighs and the silky garter begins to fit snug, finally pulled taught over her soft upper thigh. His cheek rests against her thigh and he inhales softly, the delicate scent of vanillla from hte body lotion, and he can't resist another kiss, just a little too high to be appropriate, a little too close to what he wants, barely covered by a thin layer of silk from her dress, hiding what he wants most. She tastes sweet, her skin salty and clean, freshly showered, dewy. He barely resists the urge to leave a hickey, to suckle at the sensitive skin so she'll make that sweet noise again, so her husband will realize she doesn't belong to him. As it is, Mikasa is breathing harshly above him, her manicured fingers clenched tightly around the arms of her chair, and Eren breathes out a sigh, ready to pull back. His breath teases along the edge of her cunt and Mikasa lets out a strained noise, a beautifully high pitched little keen, a hand slipping to knot in his hair. She looks down at him with desperate eyes, "Please." Without further question he noses his way up towards her cunt, the pretty pink slit he hasn't tasted in far too long, and already he aches for the flavour to have him writhing above him while he fucks her with his tongue. He unwraps her like a present, lovingly pulling her dress away to reveal soaked lace panties, barley concealing the glossy lips of her bare cunt and god is she ever pretty, even through her underwear. "Fuck Mikasa," he groans, and without further ado he spreads her legs wide, kissing her folds through her panties, suckling at her little bud and she cries out above him. She tastes just like he remembers, sweet, so, so sweet he could die between her thighs and he'd be a happy man. "All for me huh Mika?" "Always," she whispers desperately, and for that he pulls her panties to the side, finally becoming reacquainted with the delicate folds and fuck she's just like he remembers, the first pussy he ever tasted, the prettiest girl he's ever met. He buries his tongue between her folds, and is rewarded with plump thighs trapping him between her legs.

Eren is the happiest he's been in a long time, tonguefucking Mikasa in her dressing room barely an hour before her wedding, while bridesmaids run up and down the halls behidn them, and her groom gets ready to line up to await her.

He makes her orgasm a memorable one, whispering praise into her cunt, how he's missed it, how pretty she is, all the while he keeps one hand on that garter belt, pulled tight so she knows he's there, that it's him who put it on, that when her groom takes it off later it'll be him she's thinking about, her cunt soaked through her panties for him.

She's dazed afterwards, a dreamy slump on her chair and Eren takes special care to arrange her wet panties back over her cunt, leaving her with one last hot open-mouthed kiss right at the centre that has her whole body shiver. He pats her thigh lovingly, giving the garter one last gentle tug before he lets her dress fall to cover her up. She stares up at him with sleepy, delighted eyes and Eren can't help his smirk as he wipes his face off with the sleeve of his tux. He takes a step back, and he can't help but note how her legs are still quivering, she probably hasn't had an orgasm like that in a long time. "See you out there Miki." And then he does the second hardest thing he's ever done, he turns and leaves, for the second time in his life he walks away from the girl he loves, with hopes that maybe this time it'll end differently.

#auntkasa au #aunt kasa au #lys's drabbles

[bugeyedfreaks]

To Mojo Jojo: How many evil schemes do you make to try and defeat the Powerpuff Girls? (You made so many that I lost count)

Mojo Jojo: [rubbing his chin thoughtfully] Hmm. Interestingly enough, Mr. Powerpuff Girls Guy Number Zero Six, I too have lost count of the number of schemes I have schemed! My brain is indeed very large, and I am of course very intelligent, but the number of plans and plots that I have plotted and planned is quite a vast number indeed… so vast, I suppose, that if I were inclined to calculate the exact amount, I would have no choice but to consult–

Blossom: [swooping in with a grin] –an expert?

Mojo Jojo: [wearily] I was going to say my personal database, but it seems I have unfortunately summoned Little Miss Know-It-All.

Blossom: [beaming] Thanks, I sure do know a lot!

Mojo Jojo: The intent of my comment was to insult you, you know.

Blossom: I’ll take it as a compliment instead. So! To answer ppgguy06’s question, when it comes to the total amount of Mojo’s plans–

Mojo Jojo: Please. You may think you know all there is to know about me, your greatest villainous foe, but all you and your annoying sisters ever do is try to thwart my genius plots. You mean to have me believe the unbelievable notion that you have counted them as well? Ha! It isn’t as if you have some of log or record of–

Blossom: [proudly whips out a huge accordion folder bursting with papers] I own records logging every plan that Mojo Jojo has enacted upon the city of Townsville.

Mojo Jojo: WHAT?!

Blossom: Yep! I’ve kept track of every single stupid scheme of yours, from the massive plots to the petty thefts, outlined and detailed in full.

Mojo Jojo: Give me that! [snatches the folder and starts rifling through it, picking through each plan record and muttering to himself] Oh, and I see these records are rife with your usual smart alecky comments. Just look at this one. [clears his throat] “Mojo Jojo once again attempted to rob Townsville Jewelry Store early Friday morning, pursuing a plot to purloin all of the precious pearls he could plunder. Luckily, I (with additional support from my sisters) was able to cut him down to size with my usual super powered polish and charm. Seems like he’ll have a hard time trying to pry his way out of his latest prison sentence, or out of his new pair of metal bracelets for that matter.” And you took the liberty of entitling this plot of mine “Pearls Before Crime?”

Blossom: [shrugs] It had a nice ring to it.

Mojo Jojo: [going through the other plans] Ugh, it seems as if most of these are similarly named with awful puns.

Blossom: They’re awful plans, what do you expect?

Mojo Jojo: [grumbles at her comment as he continues looking through the files] I certainly did not expect this level of organization on your behalf, at least. Look at all that is included in these documents! Blueprints? Organizational charts? Photographs of the crime scenes?! Hmmmm. Seems like an awful lot of material to collect. [grins smugly] Obsessed with my evil genius much?

Blossom: You wish, monkey boy. I have files for every villain that we fight. As any good leader should, I keep track of all of our encounters with evil in order to detect any villainous patterns and form the best counterattack plans against our foes. Your plans tend to get a little more involved, so this file just happens to be larger than the others.

Mojo Jojo: [looking pleased with himself] Well, naturally…

Blossom: [shakes her head] But I think the wrong question is being asked here. What we really need to ask isn’t about the amount, but about how many of Mojo’s plans have actually been a success? And… hmm… let’s see… [takes back the folder and pantomimes pulling out a document, gasping in mock surprise at her empty hand] Wow, imagine that! None exist!

Mojo Jojo: Rrrrgh! You will not exist when I am through with yo– agh! [lunges at her, but trips onto his face as she gracefully swoops out of the way] Curses!

Blossom: [chuckles] Well, even though the question was originally for Mojo, I hope I helped, ppgguy06! Unfortunately the one thing I can’t help with is how terrible his schemes are.

#so uh I accidentally’d like a mini fanfic here lol #couldn’t help but have my two faves squabble #enjoy??? #mojo jojo #powerpuff girls #blossom #powerpuff q&a

[wangxianficfinder]

I’m in the Mood for a Fic Where…

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1. Good morning Mods!! For the next in the mood for, can you please rec some of your favorite Modern AUs??

🧡 Mud and Canvas by StormsBreadth (M, 109k, WangXian, Modern AU, LARPing AU, Fluff, Light angst, Role-playing, Camping)

🧡 boyfriend material by ricken (M, 41k, WangXian, Background ChengSang, College AU, Modern AU, Bad pick-up lines, Fluff, Humor, Mutual pining, Happy with a happy ending)

🧡 some life yet unspent by Fahye (E, 28k, WangXian, Background XiYao, Spy AU, Modern AU, 007 LWJ, Q WWX, Fluff and angst, Mutual pining, Injuries, Canon typical violence)

🧡 A Study in Fluff by WeaverOfTheNight (T, 29k, WangXian, Modern AU, Ghost bunnies, Vet LWJ, Architect WWX, Kid LSZ, Domestic fluff, Modern with Magic)

leave all your love and your longing behind by scarlettstorm  (E, 142k, wangxian, modern, meet-ugly, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, autistic lwj, neurodivergent wwx, pining, minor angst, happy ending)  

💖Life as a House by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (T, 55k, WangXian, Modern AU Corporate Espionage, Post-Divorce, Father-Son Relationship, Reconciliation, Angst with a Happy Ending)

These Things Stay the Same by notevenyou (E, 29k, WangXian, Modern AU, Kid Fic, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Character Death, Injury, Natural Disasters, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hospitalization, Accidents)

💖homeward by sasamelons (T, 41k, wangxian, modern w/ cultivation, roadtrips, dysfunctional family, getting together, verbal abuse, friends to lovers)

💖oceans, drowned in starfire by stiltonbasket (T, 30k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, mermaids)

💖All Old Things are New Again by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (M, 51k, WangXian, Reincarnation, Modern AU, canon still happened, Sugar Daddy LWJ, Kink Negotiation, gentle dom!LWJ, canonical levels of consent play, Modern Cultivators, cultivators can recognize important people from previous lives, vaguely, this started out as a cute sugar fantasy and got just incredibly horny very fast, blame LWJ)

💖Pentimento. by orange_crushed (E, 73k, wangxian, modern, art conservation, angst w/ happy ending) no, I definitely did not spend an hour crying about this one, nope ~Mod L

💖WWWWXD (What would Wei Wuxian Do?) series by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 55k, wangxian, modern, grief/mourning, angst w/ happy ending, hurt/comfort, autistic LWJ, fluff, panic attacks, LWJ has friends, trans characters, found family)

💖To school or not to school series by Scrippio (T, 67k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, hurt/comfort, fluff)

💖you've ruined my life (by not being mine) by cicer (E, 132k, wangxian, modern, developing relationship, awkward flirting, teenage romance, slow burn, happy ending)

Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (E, 107k, Modern Setting, Angst with a Happy Ending, persuasion au, Mutual Pining, Angst, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Eventual Smut, Jane Austen Fusion)

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2. Hi! I'm in the mood for some MDZS from Lan Wangji's perspective. I just want to see what he was thinking and feeling during the book/series.

The Price of Old Wishes by SoManyJacks (E, 67k, WangXian, Minor canon divergence, Angst, POV LWJ, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, semi-verbal!LWJ, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Mojo's Post )

Song of Clarity by vicchan (T, 59k, wangxian, LWJ pov, major character death, slow burn, canon retelling, missing scenes, pining, WIP, maybe abandoned?)

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3. For the next “mood for” could you recommend any really nice domestic fluff? I’m in the mood to get lost in some long soft wangxian works. Modern setting is better and I prefer completed works but if a wip is super worth it, I’d take that too. (Demon Ink by Jade_Valentine is a great example) Thank you!

Zero by @theladyofravenclaw (G, 19k, WangXian, Modern AU, Soulmates, Musicians, Friends to Lovers, Past lives) for #3 I just finished writing a modern au that's pretty fluffy if you dont mind the self rec

you're the only thing i think i got right by sandustorms (lucianclouds) (M, 48k, WangXian, Modern AU, Arranged marriage, strangers to lovers, Slow Burn, angst with a happy ending, Fluff) Also for #3 "You're the only thing I think I got right" by sandustorms (lucianclouds) is very good!

my little love by mellowflicker (T, 54k, wangxian, modern, single parent WWX, kindergarten teacher LWJ, kid fic, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, pining)

💖sudden nature series by everbrighter (M, 97k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, 5+1, family feels, parenthood, teenage rebellion, past character death, resurrection, pining, domestic fluff, angst, happy ending) 

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4. Hi 👋. I was looking for any wangxian fics in which: A) wwx gets jealous due to someone else trying to get lwj attention. Preferably lengthy fics. And B) modern fics where lwj takes care of wwx after the jiangs mistreated him. Thanks

4A)

Four Parts Honey and One Part Vinegar by masked (T, 13k, wangxian, post-canon, 5+1, Mojo’s post)

Hanguang-jun's Husband by lilacevergarden (T, 6k, Time Travel, post-canon wangxian being disgustingly in love, wwx bullying teenage wangxian, Yeah that's it, Jealous WWX)

4B)

Step by step by apathyinreverie (T, 12k, wangxian, modern, not Jiang friendly, def not JFM & YZY friendly, guilt, fluff, past angst, flashbacks, hurt/comfort, protective LWJ)

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5. Do you got anything for villain redemption/villain happy endings? I recently read the Surrender Sweetly series by jeejaschocolate which is... rated E for good reason, and it got me in the mood for redemption arcs. But I can't find any!! 😭😭 @untdoc

❤️Love made visible by Moominmammashandbag (M, 31k, zhuli (jiang yanli/wen zhuliu), wangxian, canon divergence, fix-it, major character injury, amputation, hurt wei wuxian, angst, JYL is a ROCK, and she cultivates with food, Hurt/comfort, Mojo’s Post)

Book Club series by Anonyma (T, 49k, WWX & WC & LQY, wangxian, LQY/WQ, canon divergence, learning to read, friendship, fluff, family bonding)

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6. this blog is great, thank you for all your hard work! for 'in the mood for a fic' i was wondering if anyone knew of any fics where xxc and wwx meet and bond but with canon ages. preferably book canon where xxc is younger, but i'll also take untamed canon where xxc is same age or only slightly older. i've read tons where xxc is the kind uncle to wwx with an expected age gap to boot, which i do love, but i'd also love to see how their dynamic would be with canon ages. thank you! :)

Songxiao - Canon? What canon? Series by MonchingBamboo (Varied, 241k, WIP, SongXiao, WangXian, Fluff, Getting Together, First kiss, Pre-Yi City, Humor, Smut, Hurt/Comfort) the focus is mostly solely on songxiao but a couple fics within the series have them interact with wangxian and the ages line up with the request :)

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7. Hi 🙂 I want to ask.. I know there are lots of DragonJi & FoxXian fic, but do you happen to know one with plot/AU like Three Lives Three Life - Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms? Has anyone ever write it? The similar the plot the better.. Thank you in advance 🙂🙏🏻 @yellowridge

Ten miles of Lotus Flowers by Yukirin_Snow (M, 273k, WangXian, XiCheng, A/B/O, Slow Burn, Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/comfort, Eventual Smut) For #7 "Ten Miles of Lotus Flowers" by Yukirin_Snow is one of my favorite fics of all time

Keep Me on Your Pillow by catbrainedschemes (E, 41k, WangXian, Pillow Book AU, high immortal!LWJ, red fox!wwx, Pining, Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Feelings, First Meetings, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending) is this exact plot. And also great.

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8. Is there any fanfics about bodyswap between WangXian and YiZhan? Like they get confused the first time but after get used to it they quite enjoy their daily lives. Like Yibo get used to flying with a sword, and LWJ trying to learn how to skateboard lol or yea any story line is fine tho. Thanks✨

These have been moved to YiZhan Compilation

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9. Hi! Do you know of any fics set in canon or as close to it as possible, where they use modern objects? Like cell phones or clothes, things like that

🧡Song of Suibian and Bichen: Or, the Greatest (And Only) Furby Master of Demonic Cultivation by moonwaif (T, 64k, WangXian, Suibian/Bichen, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon adjacent, The spiritual weapons are furbies, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Taking my favorite parts of every adaptation and smashing them together) (Do Furbies count as something Modern? Because if they do, I'd definitely rec this fic ~ Mod C)

my life's journey is far from over by thelastdboy (E, 147k, WangXian, Modern AU but not too modern, Canon Divergence, Everyone loves/Nobody dies, Angst, Case fic, Hurt/comfort) It's a weird kinda canon-modern + has some heavy themes, but I loved it 🥰

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10. Hey .. this is my first time trying a request on Tumblr so please excuse me if I .. do it wrong or something idk (You're doing it just fine ^^ ~Mod C) . Also, you guys are awesome, you do god's work. I found some real gems through your blog. Thankyou so much. Wanted to ask if there's any fic with romcom-ish good boy lwj/bad boy wwx theme. Any au is fine, I like all. I read one called "detour of the year" (Let me know if this is the wrong fic~Mod C) with drug dealer/college boy au and I just can't get  over it. :(

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11. well, since some people seems to ask yizhan fics here, i might as well. i hope its not too much of a bother. i have a very hard time looking for fics that is like is as close to reality, where they are still actors. perhaps like behind the cams, who they are to each other. i have only read one like that, others are au. in other words, its like yizhan fics where they are still actors, same people same stuffs. like canon divergent, or behind the scenes if they are in books or so. hope u get it

These have been moved to YiZhan Compilation

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12. Hi!! Do you have any good sugar daddy! lwj fics? thanks <3 (also welcome Mod C!! It’s nice to have you here 🧡) (Hi! It's good to be here ^^ ~Mod C)

Weak by wayward_wing (M, 27k, WangXian, misunderstandings, Sugar Daddy LWJ, Sugar Baby WWX, Idiots in Love, Fluff and angst, wwx wears what he wants, Meaning wwx wears dresses, Lwj wears heels, Jc wears a skirt, Fashion is fun, Lan Zhan has a hair pulling kink, Anal Fingering, Hand Jobs, Rough Sex)

The Fault in Our Stars by Vamillepudding (T, 17k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Romantic Comedy, Comedy of Errors, Mistaken Identity, Misunderstandings)

All Old Things are New Again by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (M, 51k, WangXian, Reincarnation, Modern AU, canon still happened, Sugar Daddy LWJ, Kink Negotiation, gentle dom!LWJ, canonical levels of consent play, Modern Cultivators, cultivators can recognize important people from previous lives, vaguely, this started out as a cute sugar fantasy and got just incredibly horny very fast, blame LWJ)

how to be a heartbreaker by sweetlolixo (E, 105k, WangXian, Modern AU, Sugar Daddy LWJ, Sugar Baby WWX, Dark WWX, Dark LWJ, Pining LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Crossdressing WWX, Seductress WWX, Eventual Happy Ending, Dirty Talking LWJ, They Do Fall In Love and there’s Fluff, Dark!Wangxian, Power Couple, Off the Charts Sexual Tension, Size Kink, Daddy Kink, degradation kink)

A Sure Thing by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 95k, WangXian, Modern AU, Sugar Daddy LWJ, Sex Work, Light Dom/sub, Aftercare, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Bondage, use of sex toys, boundary setting, Relationship Negotiation, many baths, Barebacking)

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13. can you find any male pregnant wei ying when wei ying and lan zhan lives at gusu.

ShuangXiu by panda_desu (M, 54k, wangxian, post-canon, unplanned mpreg, domestic fluff, Nirvana in fire crossover, pregnant sex, family feels)

Golden Spice by Torrinidae (E, 21k, wangxian, post-canon, ABO, omega WWX, alpha LWJ, mpreg, mating cycles/in heat, smut, hurt/comfort)

Many Lan babies series by luckymoonly (M, 388k, wangxian, so many babies one way or other)

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14. Hello! First of all: thank you all the Mods for managing this blog, I've found so many great fics this way! <3 Second, for the Mood for a fic: do you know any in which A) orphaned!wwx meets his parents via time-travel or by some other way? I'm looking for fics in which they were dead or assumed dead. B) most people don't know that mxy=wwx and later (post canon for example?) wwx has to deal with something related to mxy (idk for example he learns that mo manor now belongs to him). Thank You again @marudny-robot

14A)

The Return of Cangse Sanren by milesofheart (T, 27k, WIP, WangXian, CS/WCZ, Canon Divergence, CS and WCZ Live, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, BAMF CS, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Canon-Typical Violence, Creative talisman use)

31 Steps to a Brand New Qishan Wen by starandrea (M, 37k, wangxian, 9th in series, shapeshifters, kid fic, burial mounds, time travel, CSSR & WCZ live, family reunions)

And We Came Back To You by SilverMoonlightInBrightNight (M, 10k, wangxian, CSSR/WCZ, CSSR & WWX & WCZ, family reunions, family feels, fix-it, fluff, angst w/ happy ending, war, blood & gore, WIP)

empty as the sky by incendir (T, 23k, wangxian, JYL & WWX, CSSR & WWX, be careful what you wish for)

14B)

A place of Gold by ThisIsWhereTheMagicHappens (T, 10k, WangXian, Post Canon, Junior's as Sect Leaders, Mistaken Identity)

focal, filler, and line by bosbie (T, 26k, wangxian, canon divergence, flower shop, falling in love, slice of life)

Our Small Steps by tokaku (T, 9k, WangXian, Post-Canon)

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15. hello! for the next "I'm in the mood for", do you know any fics where bingqiu adopt wwx?? i always see hualian adopting him but only one where it was them (they actually mentored him bc he had demon blood i think, he even called lbh shizun) thank you!!

Hello, Neighbor!!! By Dragon_Scribe (M, 69k, BingQiu, WangXian, Canon Divergence Demon WWX, Crossover, Found Family, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dimension Travel?, Mystery, Mind Control, Love Confessions, Self-Indulgent) For the record I think the one they're talking abt on 15 of today's iitmf is "Hello, Neighbor!!!" By Dragon_Scribe on ao3. I figured it would be good to know

[New Mission – Parenting] by Forgotten64 (M, 92k, bingqiu, wangxian, child WWX adopted by bingqiu, fluff, romance, angst, violence, DISCONTINUED! but still worth a read I think)

A Guide on Parenting a BL Novel Protag by BingQiu by anatheme (Not rated, 75k, bingqiu, wangxian, fluff & crack, WWX adopted by bingqiu, fix-it, pining, misunderstandings, family fluff, marriage proposal, WIP)

'Til the Sun Grows Cold by xnemone (M, 73k, bingqiu, wangxian, LXC/JGY, post SVSSS canon, pre MDZS, demonic cultivation, found family, fluff & smut, light angst, childhood trauma, slow burn, pining)

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#mdzs #wangxian #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #wangxian fic search #i'm in the mood for a fic #wangxian fic recs #rpf #long post

[delayed-affection]

Chapter four

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So there's a moment in every kids life when you feel like anything's possible. When you feel like you've got the total mojo. You could, I don't know, free climb El Captain, land on Mars, or, uh... get elected president.

The whole world's there for the taking if you've got the sack to go for it. And then, when you least expect it, some Kook shows up and tells you there's no eternal mystery.

And then all that talk about free climbing and Mars and the president... bullshit. Magic gets cancer and dies.

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John b sighs, "It's not there. Look, just- just pull the drone up."

Thunder claps in the distance.

"Look, we can do another pass." Pope assures, "Recharge the battery. We can- we can go back down."

Y/n agrees, "Yeah, we can give it another go."

"We've been through it three times." JJ shouts, "There's nothing there."

"Shut up!" Kie yells at him

"What? It's true!" He argues

"The gold could be buried. We don't know." She theorizes

"If it was there, it would've been found on the metal detector, okay?" John b exclaims, "Somebody beat us to it."

"Or it was never there." JJ grumbles

With their hopes and dreams being washed away they head back.

•

John b walks into the chateau and is greeted with an woman's voice, "Hey, buddy."

He stops in his tracks and finds a social worker sitting on his couch, "You know, Cheryl, it's kind of a bad time for a check in."

She watches him drop his stuff, "Not a check in. We're here to take you."

He folds his arms, "Today? Really?"

"It's just for a few weeks until your hearing." She informs

He rubs his forehead, "No, no, no. Cheryl, look, I'm not going into foster care, okay? I'm not gonna be a part of your little system."

A radio beeps behind him.

"John B, this is Deputy Thomas." She tells him, "He works with juveniles for the sheriff's department."

John b moves away from the officer.

"Look, I know Uncle T is down in Mississippi working at a casino." She confesses, "He hasn't been here in months."

John b scoffs, "What?"

He tries to make a run for it but Thomas scares him.

John b points at him, "No, see, that's my nightmare right there. Look, I- I- I want emancipation."

"Emancipation from who?" She asks, "There's nobody here but you."

"Uh... asylum, then." He corrects

"On what grounds?" She questions

"On- on solid grounds. On holy grounds." He replies, "Look, I feel real- real prosecuted right now by you and... especially Mr. Big Head over here."

He looks over at the officer, "What are you lookin' at, bro? What're you gonna do? You gonna tase me?"

John b decides to try his luck again, rushing towards the table. It's him and officer Thomas at either side.

"John!" Cheryl exclaims

Thomas chuckles, "oh, yeah, you wanna dance, huh?"

John b tries to juke him out but he pushes the table out of the way and grabs him.

"I didn't do anything!" John cries trying to shake free, "Cheryl, get your dog off!"

"That's enough!" She yells

John b sits on the floor with Thomas still holding him, "Okay, okay, okay, okay."

Cheryl looks down at him, "Relax, John."

"I give up." He mumbles

Thomas let's go of him and stands up.

John B gets up and starts throwing things into a bag, grabbing a picture of his dad he walks of to Cheryl.

He holds the picture up to her, "You see this, Cheryl? Do you know who this is? Yeah, it's my dad. And do you know what he wanted? He wanted me to stay here, at home, and now you're taking me away from home. Do you understand that?"

She shows zero empathy, "It's the law, John b."

He picks up his bag and scoffs, "The law."

Before he knows it he's sitting in the back of a sheriff's van waiting to get shipped off to the mainland.

He looks at the picture of his dad and an idea arises. He lets the picture slip from hands and out the window.

He pretends to panic, "No, no, stop, stop, stop. Please stop! My picture! It's the last picture of my dad. Please."

"Not gonna happen, kid." Thomas replies

"Come on, Cheryl. Just stop the car." He pleads, "Please. That's all I have left."

"Pull over." She instructs

Thomas looks at her, "You want me to pull over?"

"Just pull over." She says clearly fed up with everything.

"Thank you." John b voices

Thomas gets out the car to go find the missing picture.

John watches him walk away, "Cheryl, can I help him look? Please?"

"He's got it." She assures

Thomas looks over at the van and shrugs.

"Look at this idiot." He complains, "He's not even looking in the right place. It's gonna get trashed. Cheryl, please. It's my final keepsake of my dad. Are you really gonna let that happen? Please. I'm begging you."

She shakes her head but unlocks the doors, "Make it quick."

"Yes ma'am." He says taking off his seatbelt, "Thanks, Cheryl."

He grabs his bag and opens the door, "Later, Thomas."

He laughs as he makes a run for it.

Cheryl gets out of the car, "Thomas!"

John b dashes across the street causing on coming cars to honk at him. He hops a gate, getting quite the head start on this chase.

He stops when he sees someone he knows, "Hey, what's up, Jorge?"

"What's up, bro?" He replies

John b points off into the distance, "Hey, look, there's a snow leopard."

When he looks away John snatches his bike, "Sorry, bro."

"Yo, man! What the hell?" He yells

John hops on, "I'll give it back. I promise."

He tries to catch up, "You better!"

"I swear. I'll leave it at the park."

He watches as he rides off on his bike, "Come on, dude."

John b cuts corners and finds a ramp, "Look out, you guys! Comin' in hot!"

The two kids move out his way.

•

So there's an old saying about hitting a big jump. When hucking, it's safer when you commit. Which, like in a lot of commonly accepted wisdom...

•

He lands the jump and yells, "Stay in school, kids!"

When he looks back at he almost hits someone.

"Hey!" They exclaim

•

...is bullshit.

•

He has no where to go and is met with chained off path way. The bike slams into the chain sending him flying off.

Sarah witnesses it and comes running over, "Dude!"

"Who put the chain there?" He groans

"Did you just yeet over that chain?" She asks, "Oh, my god. Holy shit, your shit."

She kneels down next to him and pulls up his shirt.

She gasps seeing a cut, "Okay. That's not good at all."

He sits up, "Yeah, that's not ideal. He could you take me to the hospital?"

"Right now?" She questions

He looks over into the distance, "Yeah, right now. That'd be fantastic."

She lends him her hand, "Okay, well, you have to get up."

They safely make it to her car and John b immediately lays the chair back.

"Hey, do you- do you see a car?" He asks, "Like a- like a cop suv? Blue and white, maybe?"

She looks out her window just as it drives by, "Yes, there is a blue and white cop suv."

"Shit." He whispers, "Do you see a guy with no neck?"

She watches as two people leave the vehicle, "There is a guy. He, in fact, does not have a neck. There's a woman with him."

"What are- what are they doing?" He asks

"They're... um..." she trails backing out, "just..."

"Can you- can you just go, please?" He begs

"That's- that's what I'm doing." She tells him, "They're stopped at the dead bike."

She drives off, "Why are the cops after you? What, did you do rob a bank?"

He looks out the back window, "You know, it's probably better if you didn't know."

She shoots him a look, "What are you, like, a fugitive, John b?"

He tries to steady his breathing, "I don't know, more like a refugee or something. Hey, you know what? Don't take me to the hospital. Just take a left, please. I gotta do something."

She takes the left and John b gets out of the car. In the road lies the picture that started all of this. He quickly picks it up and gets back in the car.

"Hit it, Sancho." He tells her, "Come on, come on, come on."

•

"Boat like this don't just sink, Dr. Thornton." A man informs as Toppers boat is lifted out of the water.

"How much is this gonna cost me?" She asks

"Ah, submerged 24 hours, you're lookin' at 25, 30k." He answers

"And insures won't cover it?" She queries

He chuckles, "No. Not for operational error. Plug wasn't in there."

Topper can feel the deathly glare from his mother, "Well, why- why you lookin' at me?"

"Why do you think?" She asks

"I did not forget to put the plug in, Mom. It's been sitting in the water a week."

"I thought that when you turned 16, you'd take a little more responsibility for you actions." She growls

"Mom, I did not do this! Are you kidding me?" You think I'm that stupid? Why is this my fault?" He questions

"Because it usually is." She claims

She sighs and walks away.

•

Topper does pulls up while complaining to Rafe and Kelce about his problems, "My mom thinks I did it... even though there's no way I could've. I mean how?"

He gets off the bar, "It's always my fault, no matter what. She just- she just wants me to be this little robot that- that just checks her boxes. You know what I mean? SAT prep? Oh, check. Serving food at the shelter? Check."

He continues to complain, "I mean, I do/ I literally do everything she wants, and I'm sick of it."

Rafe stops his deadlifts, "Well, we know who did it, right?"

Kelce drops his dumbbells, "It was that little geek Pope."

"Pope, yeah." Topper replies, "Rafe, if you wouldn't have jumped him on the golf course, I'd still have a boat, right?"

"Sorry if I, uh... had your back after some Pogue put a- put a gun to your head." He states, "Listen, man, I am not the enemy here. Am I the enemy here? I'm not the enemy."

"No." Kelce quickly answers

Rafe grabs Topper, "I didn't sink the boat. Pope did. And you need to force him to take some personal responsibility, bro."

"Bro, he sank the boat, all right?" Kelce chimes, "That shit can't stand."

"So what are you gonna do about it?" Rafe asks

He shrugs, "What are you gonna do about Y/n?"

"Yeah, because from what you told me, she dropped you." Kelce comments

Rafe glares at him making him back track.

"I mean she caught you offer guard." He says, "So what are you gonna do?"

Rafe strokes his chin, "I'll just have to remind her of where she belongs."

•

Sarah drives up to her house, "We've gotta clean that wound."

"No. Nope." John b replies, "Sarah, I- I cannot be here."

"Okay, well, you have to trust me." She states

"Yeah, I did that one time already." He argues

"Okay, we've already been through this." She says unbuckling her seatbelt, "I didn't rat you out, okay? So suck it up, buttercup."

John b follows her up to the house, "Hey. Hey, I don't think your old man would be happy if an ex employee was bleeding all over his house."

She shushes him, "So don't bleed."

As soon a she opens the door Wards voice can be heard. She pushes him into one of the connecting rooms.

Ward comes down the stairs and sees Sarah standing in the doorway.

"Hi!" She greets

"What are you doing?" He asks pulling his phone away from his ear.

"Well, what do you mean?"

He points to the door, "Shut the door. Come on, sweetie."

He walks out the door, closing it behind him.

Sarah grabs John and they book it up stairs.

"Go in here. Sit down. I'll be right back." She commands shutting the door to the study room.

"Whoa." John b says looking around.

Sarah quickly comes back with the supplies, "Okay. Lift up your shirt."

He sits down on the couch and groans lifting up the side of his shirt.

She sits down next to him opening the first aid, "That's going to be disinfected."

He looks at the bottle next to her, "Wait, is that rubbing alcohol?"

She nods, "Yes. It's the only way to be safe. Okay, close your eyes."

She douses a cotton ball with the alcohol, "On the count of three."

He sits back trying to prepare himself.

She holds it over the cut, "Ready? One, two..."

She doesn't say three and just the cotton ball down on his cut.

He screams in reaction from the burning.

She covers his mouth with her hand, "Shh! Are you kidding me? My god."

He quietly apologizes when she pulls away her hand.

"Never heard anyone whine like that before." She quips rubbing down his cut.

He smacks her hand, "Stop."

"Excuse you." She scolds

"Sorry. Sorry." He whispers tensing up, "Who, uh... who's the dude on the wall?"

She glances over at the painting, "Oh, it's Denmark Tanny, founder of Tannyhill."

He lets go of the breath his been holding, "Founder?"

"Mm-hm." She hums

"So, how did a slave found a cotton plantation?" He questions

"He was a free man." She answers dressing his wound, "He's kind of a mystery. He showed up out of no where and paid for all of the land around here in gold."

This peaks his interest, "In gold?"

He gets up and walks over to the painting.

"Hey, wh- I'm not finished, Sancho." She chides

He pulls the map out from his bag, "Denmark Tanny. I- I recognize that name. He- he was on the Royal merchant. But there were no survivors."

He turns around to come face to face with Sarah, "Hey, what else do you know about this guy?"

"Uh, when we first moved in, we found a diary, an almanac, a bunch of paper." She answers finish her work on him, "Ward donated all of it to the state archives at Chapel Hill."

"Can I go see that?" He asks

"See what?" She questions

"The- the archives." He replies, "I need- I need to see them."

She packs everything back into the kit, "I mean, I can get you in if you want. He's got a trustee pass."

He points at her, "Yeah, yeah. I need that."

She looks up at him, "To Chapel Hill?"

He nods, "Yes. Right now."

She stands up straight, "Why now?"

"I... I can't tell you that." He states

"More fugitive stuff?" She questions

"Uh... fugitive adjacent, sort of. It's, um... it's a matter of national security." He claims

She leans over the table separating them, "I've just waited my entire life for someone to say that to me."

He runs his hand through his hair, "Look- god. I know this sounds crazy, but I really need to borrow that pass. The less you know, the better. Okay? You just- you gotta trust me."

She shakes her head, "No. I don't trust anyone. Especially not with a trustee pass."

"I need to go now." He tells her

She shrugs, "Okay, then I'm coming with you."

"No." He says

"Yes." She declares walking up to him, "One last mission, and then I'm out of this dirty, dirty game."

She slaps his wound making him groan.

"Come on. Let's go." She tells him.

•

Pope looks over his shoulder to spot Topper watching him from his car. Topper and Rafe carry looks that could kill.

Pope quickly makes his way back into his dads shop, scared and worried about what they might do.

•

JJ takes shots at a teddy bear, wanting to get his practice in with the gun.

Pope power walks over to them, "JJ!"

JJ continues to be off in his own little world, "What was that? That's what I thought, man."

"JJ!" He yells

He takes off his headphones, "What?"

"They know." Pope voices

JJ walks over to Pope, "All right, chill, bro. All right? They don't know shit."

"Topper know I sunk his boat." He says

"How do you know they know?" JJ asks

Pope starts to pace, "Because Rafe and Topper posted outside of Hayward's and mad dogged me."

"Will you calm down and get a grip, man? They don't know shit." JJ assures

Pope feels like pulling out his hair, "They have cameras. They could've seen me."

"There was no power." JJ reminds, "How could they have seen you?"

"It's Figure Eight. They got generators." He barks, "They don't give scholarships to kids who vengefully sink boats. It's not a good look on my transcript."

"Enough with the regret, bro!" JJ shouts, "They caved your face in. They hit us, we hit them. It's the law of the jungle. Now, if any Kooks come up to you and ask if you had anything to do with it, you walks up to 'em, look 'em right in the eye, and..."

Pope finishes his sentence, "Deny the living shit out it."

"That's right. Deny, deny, deny." He says, "But just for safety, we don't go anywhere without protection."

JJ points over to the gun, "Right?"

•

Officer Shoupe walks into Peterkins office, "I got a few things to show you. I should close the door."

He shuts it, "I've been doing a little investigative work. A little recon on my own time."

"It that so?" She asks

"Uh-huh." He answers setting a file down on her desk, "I found this in Scooter Grubbs' motel room."

She pulls out a picture.

"That is the Royal Merchant." He informs, "At least, it looks like it. Now, I didn't know what to make of it, then, those two mainlanders turned up in the gill net."

He tosses some more papers on her desk, "That was in their truck beneath the seat."

She picks up a layout of the boat, "Three people lookin' for the Merchant drowned. Okay. One was a drunk fool, the others were from off. Didn't know the currents."

He takes back the papers, "Yeah, that's what I thought. Until this washed up. Murder was the case that they gave me."

She looks down at yet another file.

"Coroner's report." He states, "When was the last time you had a homicide?"

"A long time." She replies

He looks down at the photos of the men, "I mean, who in God's name could do that to a person."

She looks at a mugshot, "This is the guy that chased John b through town."

"Cheryl said he bolted when she went to pick him up for DCS. Jumped out of a squad car. Maybe the kid's stepped up to the big leagues." He tells her

She closes the file, "Okay. Good job."

•

John b and Sarah rush over to the leaving boat, "Hey, excuse me, sir? Wait, wait. Are you sold out?"

"You aren't the only ones trying to get off the island." He says walking away.

John b slams his hands on the booth, "God damn it. Oh, shit."

He looks around and then grabs Sarah's arm, "Hey, follow me. Hey, so, have you ever been on a tugboat?"

"A what?" She asks, "You're not serious."

"Look, we just gotta talk our way onto this barge." He says, "I got this. These are my people. Just wait."

He clears his throat walking over to a man leaving Sarah behind, "Hey, Cap! So, question for you... Um... look, me and my sister really need to get on this boat, man. Can we hop on?"

The man shakes his head, "No."

"Just- just help a brother out." He pleads

"Can’t do it." He says

John b walks away, "Thanks for nothing."

Sarah smile, "So..."

He tugs on the straps of his backpack, "Um... So... they're booked."

She puts her hands on her hips, "Who? Your, uh... your- your people?"

He rolls his eyes, "What, you got a better idea?"

She bumps his shoulder walking past him, she grabs a yellow jacket and then pulls him towards another.

"Okay now grab a tank." She says

They swiftly make it onto the boat and try to not to be seen heading further down the boat.

A man can be heard close by, "Gotta go down to the engine room."

John b pulls her into a room and the man can be heard walking by. The boat jerks making them grab each other to keep them steady.

"We're moving." She says giving him a high five.

•

JJ, Pope, Kie, and y/n try to find a place to sit at the park.

"I'm so glad that they're still doing this." Kie comments, "Keep calm. Carry on. Back to OBX life."

"How it should be." Y/n chimes

"Exactly." She replies, "Aren't you guys glad I made you come?"

"Ecstatic." Pope says clearly not happy.

JJ fixes his hat, "My couch was pretty comfy, I'll be honest."

"We're out of the green zone, man." Pope whispers to JJ.

"Dude, tranquilo, okay?" He mumbles

"We're in the middle of Kooklandia. This is the last place I wanted to be." He argues

"Shut up, pope." He says through teeth.

"You didn't have to come, you know?" Y/n reminds, thinking they're just in a bad mood.

"It would have been suspicious if I didn't come." He claims

"Why would that be suspicious?" She wonders

He remembers that she doesn't know, "Nevermind, I'm being stupid."

Kie walks up to the concession stand, "Hey, uh... can I get two Pepsis, please?"

"Hey, Kie." Rafe calls out walking over, "Hey, what's up? How are you?"

She looks at him taking notice of a cut by his eye, "I'm fine."

"Good, good." He nods, "Um... Tell your boy we know what he did."

"Sorry, what boy are you talking about?" She asks

"Uh, he'll know." He assures

She gives him a dirty look and grabs her drinks.

"And tell y/n I'll see her soon." He adds

She walks away not caring as to what he has say, "Douche."

She makes it back to the group, "Just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote, 'Tell your boy that we know what he did.' What is that?"

Pope gives JJ a worried look.

She sits down, "Also, y/n, don't tell me you fucking him."

Her face fills with disgust, "Ew, no, what the fuck? Why?"

"He said that he would see you soon, so..."

"Where is he?" JJ asks

She turns, "Right there."

They all turn around to see Rafe, Topper, and Kelce standing a couple yards away.

"Great the whole death squad." Pope panics

JJ grabs Popes head making him turn back, "Stop staring. Just warning you, bro. If the corner me, I'm coming out swinging. Slice and dicin'. I'm on the edge right now. If that doesn't work, I got this right here."

"Yeah, yeah." Pope says, "So, we just gotta stay in a group. They can't come get us in the group."

"Like a school of fish." JJ chimes

"Stay in the school." Pope stresses, "Can't leave the school."

"I'm sorry, JJ... please tell me that you did not bring a gun here. JJ, there are kids." She scolds

He shakes his head, "No! Kie, I didn't bring the gun. Everything's fine, okay?"

"Oh, wow, thank you. That's really convincing. I love that, JJ." She quips

She nudges y/n's arm, "Are you hearing this?"

Y/n gives her a defeat look, "There's not much we can do about now."

"Founding principle, you guys. No secrets amongst Pogues. What is Rafe talking about?" She pushes

"Kie, it might go down tonight." Pope informs

"What does that mean? 'Might go down tonight.' What did y'all do?" She asks

"Deny, deny, deny." JJ says under his breath

Y/n might as-well share one secret to keep whatever the boy are hiding in the dark.

"I punched Rafe in the face." Y/n shares

All over their heads turn her way, "You did what?"

She tries to be vague not knowing if Kie knows about pope being jumped, "He was being shit head so I confronted him and then you know, one thing led to another."

"Are you being serious?" Kie asks

She nods, "Yeah."

They all looked at her in shock.

"Im pretty sure my ring cut his face." She adds, "Asshole had it comin’."

"Do you have a death wish?" Pope worries

"I wish daddy’s money would do something." She replies

JJ daps her up, "Kook on Kook crime, I like it."

"Call me a Kook again and I’ll cut you off my phone plan, blondie."

•

John b takes off his shirt, the heat below deck getting to him.

"Oh, my god." Sarah sighs, "What is the hottest you've ever been?"

"Right now." He answers

She nods, "Same. Do you... I don't know, do you wanna play a game?"

"No, I don't." He says

She fans herself with her hands, "Cool. So, there's this game my sister and I play. It's called truth or dare, except there's no dare."

"So, it's just truth, Sarah. That's truth." He corrects

"Yeah. Do you wanna play truth?" She asks

He shrugs, "Sure."

"You get the first question." She informs

He puts on a Russian accent, "Why did you kill Dimitri?"

She plays along with the accent, "Oh, that is too easy. Dimitri, he- he knew too much. He was compromised."

"Yes, you know, we all know too much, eventually." He chuckles

She speaks in her normal voice, "My turn. What did you see in the painting?"

He sighs, "Look, I can't tell you. Okay?"

"Why?" She questions

"Because it's for your own safety." He tells her

"Okay, but something made you want to go to the archives, obviously." She argues

"Look, somebody who was supposed to be dead wasn't, all right." He replies

"Like your dad?" She wonders

He looks away from her, "Yeah, okay, you know what?"

"I'm sorry." She says

"No, it's fine." He assures

She rubs her face, "No, it's not. I am such an idiot. That was a really lame thing to say. I can't imagine losing my dad."

She sighs, "My entire family would fall apart without him. Everybody thinks he's this really rich guy, but he's from the cut, like you, and he's busted his ass for everything that we have."

"You appreciate him." He comments

She agrees, "Yeah. I do."

"That's how I feel about my dad." He voices

"Is that what this is about?" She asks

He takes a second to think, "Okay, so, you know how whales make those deep noises? It's like a..."

He tries his best to mimic a whales sound.

She holds in a laugh, "Yeah."

"That's how... other whales hear each other across the ocean, and I know this sounds really weird, but, uh..." he pauses, "I can hear him calling to me... like he needs my help."

He shakes his head and he brings back the accent, "But, uh, I- I cannot let feelings interfere with the mission."

"No. No, comrade." She says in the accent, "Definitely not."

•

"Look, I hear hooves, I usually think horses, not zebras." The body examiner says

"Two tourist fall off their boat in the high seas, drown, and the sharks took 'em." Peterkin tells him

He pulls back the sheets, "Yeah, yeah. I get it. But... this is kinda weird. First, there's too much water in the lungs, and that tells me that they were dead before they hit the water, not after."

He points to cut, "Then, there's this. Same type of wounds on both corpses. Now, at first, I thought it was a bite, but it's not. There's a round curve on the inside. I think it's defensive wounds from a gaff hook."

"Gaff hook?" She asks

"Yeah. That thing you spear a fish with-"

She cuts him off, "Charlie, I know what a gaff hook is."

"All right. All right. My take is that whoever did this was trying to destroy evidence." He tells her, "They gaffed 'em, they rolled 'em overboard and let the sharks do the rest."

•

John b and Sarah rush off of the boat with a man chasing after them. They run down the dock, weaving through people.

Sarah looks down at her clothes, "Oh, my god. We're disgusting. We will not get into the archives looking like this."

"Why not?" He asks

She scratches her head, "I promise you, they will not let us in looking like we crawled out of a swamp."

The ditch the bright yellow jackets and walk up to a store.

"What about this store? Let's go shopping here." Sarah says

He looks at the window display, "Absolutely not."

He goes to walk away but she calls him back, "Whoa, Sancho. I think we've arrived."

He follows her in, "Look, Sarah, I don't think you understand. This is like an organ with the wrong blood type. It doesn't work."

"You are the single most dramatic person I've ever met." She replies

"No, I'm not." He whispers

She looks at a shirt, "What about cashmere?"

He looks at it closely, "Oh, my god. Have you seen this shirt? It's $190."

She taps his shoulder, "Yeah, don't worry. I'll sugar mama you."

"Sugar mama?" He mumbles

"What about some glasses?" She asks putting them on his face, "Little Clark Kent action."

"Sarah, I don't think you understand. I don't want anything from here." He tells her

A clerk walks up to them, "Can I help you?"

"Yes. Yes, you may, Mr..." she trails

He shakes her hand, "Mr. Ike."

"Ike? Sarah." She greets, "Jonathan."

"John." He corrects

"My friend Jonathan here needs all the help he can get." She says

He looks him up and down, "I can see that."

He gives John b an assortment of clothes for him to try on. He puts on every single outfit until him and Sarah are able to come to an agreement.

He looks at himself in the mirror "If someone saw me in this-"

She cuts him off, "They would roast the shit out of you but it's a good thing we're on a secret mission, so we have to assume another identity. In fact we probably shouldn't even be using our real names."

He nods, "So we need aliases. What are you thinking?"

She taps her chin, "Mmm... Vlad... from... Vienna. What's mine?"

"Okay. Uh, Valerie from Quebec." He suggests

She hums, "Mm! Valerie du Québec?”

"Parlez-vous français?" He asks

"Oui, oui, monsieur. Et toi?" She replies

He shakes his head, "No. No, that's it. So, since you got to dress me, I'm feeling all spiffy. I get to dress you."

"Bring it." She says

With the tables turned, Sarah has to try on outfits for him. It's more for laughs for him and a struggle for her.

She comes out in a striped dress and does a little spin for him.

"Wow. You look..." he's at a loss for words, "Cl- I mean, you- you clean up nice, Val."

"You have a way with words, Vlad." She clears her throat, "So, do we have a winner?"

He puts on his jacket, "I think we have a winner. I think so, yeah.”

She chuckles and fixes his collar.

"Can I ask you something? Why did you come?" He asks

"To finish the mission." She whispers

"No, for real." He replies

She fixes her hair, "Because... I am 16, and I already know what the rest of my life is gonna look like. It's gonna be... stupid yacht clubs filled with hollow people making useless small talk, and I feel like if I don't get out of the Bubble Wrap now, I never will."

She continues, "And then, by the time I'm 30, I'm going to be an alcoholic, and I won't even notice it."

"Well, I'd kind of like some of that Bubble Wrap." He confesses

"Be careful what you wish for." She says

They leave the store with Sarah leading the way.

"Okay, the library's not open all night, so we need to hurry." She informs

•

"JJ." Pope whispers

"What?" He asks

"Gotta take a piss." He says

"Hold it." He tells him not wanting to leave the crowd.

"I can't hold it. I drank too much soda." He informs

"It's too exposed. They'll totally see us."

"I gotta go." He says

They look back to see the three boys watching the movie paying no attention to them.

"They're blocking the bathrooms." Pope points out

JJ looks around, "Come here. I know where.”

They both get up to scurry off.

"Hey, where y'all going?" Y/n asks

"We gotta ring it out." JJ replies

"You gonna hold it for each other?" Kie jokes

The boys don't respond and try to make it out of the crowd without being seen.

They make it behind the big screen and go pee.

Pope sighs in relief, "This feels better than a blowjob."

"Like you know how that feels." JJ quips

"This feels better than what I imagine a blowjob would feel like."

JJ finishes and turns to watch his back.

"You bring the peacemaker?" Pope asks

"Oh, shit, I forgot it."

Popes panic state comes back, "You forgot it?"

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" He rushes

"Dude, you had one job." He scolds, "That's all I asked you to do, man."

JJ starts to back, "I know. Let's go back."

Rafe walks up to them, "What's up, Pogues?"

They both step back, "What's up, Rafe?”

"How you guys doin' tonight?" He asks backing them into the dark.

"Isn't it past your bedtime?" JJ chides

"I just wanna talk." He says

Pope turns and runs but comes face to face with Topper and Kelce, "Just chill out, Topper."

"Yeah, that was some nice work you did on my boat." He tells them

"I don't know what you're talking about." He claims

"Sure, you don't." He says

Rafe stands in front of JJ, "Not so burly without a gun now, are you?"

"Take one more step, I'll rip that prepubescent face off." He threatens

"Do you feel good about yourself, stealing shit?" Topper asks getting closer to Pope, "Is your mom proud of you? Is your dad?"

Pope headbutts him when he gets too close, sending him back a few feet.

"Attaboy!" JJ cheers, "With your fist, like this, okay?"

Kelce goes for JJ, "Come on, Pogue."

JJ knees him in the stomach pushing him back and then throws two solid punches to his face.

Pope rides on this new high and socks Topper in the face.

Rafe drags JJ off of Kelce, making him fight for dominance. He shoves him back to Kelce to tries to hold him back.

Rafe delivers a blow straight to his gut.

Topper swings and misses Pope, Pope tries to take him down but Topper elbows him in the back.

Rafe throws dirty punches at the held back JJ.

Kie makes her way into the fight fest.

Kie swings at Topper with JJs backpack, "Let go of him, Topper! Fascist asshole!"

Topper rips it away from her and throws elsewhere. Kie hops onto his back to stop him, hitting him wherever she can.

Pope takes his new leverage and socks him in the jaw.

Y/n joins the party to see Rafe pick up Kie, "Put her down, asshole!"

Y/n shoves Rafe making him drop Kie.

"Stay out of this, Y/n!" He shouts

She wastes no time punching him in the face, "No!”

Rafe tries to wrestle her to the ground as she throws punches at his abdomen.

Topper puts Pope in a headlock, "Admit you did it, bitch!"

Kie crawls over to the discard bag looking for something that would help them.

Topper continues to strangle Pope as he struggles to breath, "You don't mess with me, Pogue! You hear me?"

Kie pulls out the gun contemplating if she should use it. She looks at her friends fighting and opts out, grabbing a lighter.

She moves over to the screen and lights it on fire. The flames scares the movie watchers and the fighters.

They all let go of each other not wanting to be linked to anything.

Rafe leads the Kooks away, "Holy shit, you almost killed him, man!"

Kie helps up Pope, "Hey, you good?"

He puts his hat back on, "You're a freakin' idiot."

She puts her arm around him, "I saved your ass. Come on."

•

"So, the library's on the other side of the student center." Sarah tells John, "Have you ever been here before?"

"I've never been to a college, no." He answers

"That's a gap in your training." She jokes, "How do you like it?"

He tugs on the straps of his backpack, "So far, so good."

"So, my dad went here." She says trying to keep the conversation alive, "And then his dad went here, and then his dad's dad went here."

"That's pretty rough." He replies

"Yeah, I know. He would have an absolute aneurysm if I didn't go here. Which is kind of annoying but what can you do?" She shrugs, "What about you?"

He looks up at the building, "Uh... college has never really been in my radar, so..."

Sarah's phone rings, pulling it out she looks at the caller, "Uh-oh. It's my handler. I told him I was spending the night at Scarlet's."

He oohs at her, "And what would he think if he knew you were here with me?"

She walks backwards her back to the building, "I'd be hanged for treason."

He dramatically gasps, "As a Pogue sympathizer? Oh, my goodness."

He makes a phone with his hand, "You've gotta be careful fraternizing with the enemy, Valerie. Wait a minute. Did he kidnap you? Or drug you?"

She does the same with her hand, "No, I came of my own recognizance, following a lead."

"Ohh. Do we know this enemy?" He asks

"You do." She states, "He used to work for you."

He shakes his head, "No, no, no. It's not the scuba thief, is it?"

"He is not what you think." She says

He scratches his head, "Goodness gracious, he's working some good patios on you, Val. He's a smooth operator."

She laughs, "No, he's not."

He acts offended and hangs up his imaginary phone.

She continues to laugh at him, "He's really clumsy. He does finger guns way too often. And he has absolutely no idea when to make a move."

She watches as a small smile creeps onto his face, "But I think I might be able to turn this one, sir."

She begins to walk over to entrance of the building.

He quickly follows, "You better be careful, Valerie. Once a Pogue, always a Pogue."

In the building they make their way up a flight of stairs.

"All right, Vlad, it's time to play the truth game." She claims

"Again?" He asks

She dismisses his unwillingness to play and asks her question, "Why the hell are be here?"

"Look, Sarah, I already told you. I can't tell you." He reminds

"Okay, well, intel on the mission is the price of the ticket, and I'm the only way you're getting in." She argues, "It's your choice. I have to know."

He stops in his tracks, "Okay. On pain of death?"

She stops and spins around to face him, "Mmhm."

He quickly scans the area to make sure no one can listen in, "I'm on a treasure hunt."

She starts to laugh and echos around open room, "What?"

When he doesn't respond she stops laughing, "Oh, shit, you're serious."

He keeps his voice low, "Look, I have reason to believe that Denmark Tanny was the sole survivor of the Royal Merchant wreck. Look, I- I know this sounds crazy, okay, but I'm pretty sure he got away with 400 million in gold, which is how he would've been able to buy Tannyhill."

He continues to explain, "And I think the location of that treasure is in his papers. That's why we're here."

"You said 400 million?" She asks

"That's a lot of bubble wrap." He surmises

"I'll talk to the librarian." She replies walking away.

The librarian takes them into large office space, "I can't tell you how grateful we are to receive the Tanny materials from your father. It's right up there."

John B shuts the door behind him and follows Sarah up a short flight of stairs.

They sit down at a desk with two small boxes in front of them.

He sighs, "Doen the rabbit hole."

They take off the lids and put on gloves to start going through what's inside.

Sarah reads off an old sheet of newspaper, "It says that Denmark used the money he made from Tannyhill to buy slaves and give them their freedom. It says that he was accused of inciting revolt."

"This was before the Civil War." She informs

"That's why they hanged him." He replies

He pulls out a bible from the box in front of her, opening it, "Check this out."

She points to a page, "These are the birthdays."

"Yeah, Denmark Tanny." He says

She reads off the names, "Cecilia, Robert, Lewis, and Abraham. His three sons."

He closes the book, "What a minute."

He picks a piece of paper.

Sarah looks over, "Is that a picture of-"

He cuts her off, "Gold. This is how he bought the land. It's- it's British gold. This is what was on the Merchant."

"Bingo." She chimes pulling out a stack of papers, "This is what we first moved in."

He points to one that she set down, "What's that?"

She picks it up, "This is the last correspondence."

"Wait, that's- that's in Gullah, the lost Creole language." He says

"Can you read it?" She asks

He shakes his head, "No. mm-mm. I wish, but no. So, Denmark finds out that the posse's coming for him. Wait, what's the date on the letter?"

"It is... May 3rd, 1844." She reads, "Wait, that's- "

He finishes her thought, "That's the day he died."

She reaches back into the box, "And this is addressed to Robert."

"So the day he dies, he writes a letter to his son?" He questions

"In a language only they can understand." She thinks out loud

"Wait a minute." He tells her pulling out his phone.

He takes a picture of it to save it for later.

•

Deputy Shoupe sits down with Topper and his mom, "We got lucky. There's a camera on a solar panel. We can't make out a face, but we were able to ID the other boat."

Topper scoffs at the sight.

His mom looks down at the screen, "Whose boat is it?”

"Registered to Heyward." He informs, "We think this is his kid."

Topper sits down in front of them, "All right, so she thought that I did this, Deputy, right? I told you, Mom, not everything's my fault."

"Can we talk about this privately, please?" She scolds and then turns back to Shoupe, "So, what happens now?"

"Well, if you press charges, it'll be up to juvenile court. Now, Pope is 16. Could be tried as an adult." He explains, "He'd do time."

"Press charges." She states

Shoupe tries to make her tread lightly, "You know, Heyward, uh..."

She stops him from talking, "Deputy, I said press charges."

He nods, "Yeah, all right. We're on it."

•

"My dad is going to kill me for being out all night." Sarah voices, "But at least we completed the mission."

"Yeah. Yeah." John replies, "You know, speaking of the mission, you're not as bad as I thought you'd be."

She chuckles, "Well, what'd you expect?"

"Do you want me to answer that?" He quips

"I have an idea." She starts to list off a couple things, "Maybe a kook Princess? Bubble wrap queen?"

"Somethin' like that." He answers, "Rude to waiters at a minimum type of thing."

She takes offense, "Ow! That hurts. Yikes."

"Just sayin'."

She looks away from the water and over to him, "You know you're not what I expected either. Much weirder. For starters, you are totally ADD."

He tries to deny it, "Uh... ooh..." but agrees, "yeah."

"And I thought you were this really laid back, surfer, dude bro." She confesses, "And it turns out you are on a paternal jihad."

"Yeah, I'm just trying to get this letter translated."

She shrugs, "Hey..." picking up her cup, "To breaking expectations."

"So..." He trails, "what's it's gonna be like when we get back?"

She furrows her brows, "With what?"

He struggles to find the right words, "With... you know, like, um..."

She motions between them, "This?"

He nods, "Yeah."

"Nothing changes, I guess? Right?" She wonders, "I'll go back to the bubble."

"Like Topper? Back to the bubble?" He queries

She looks out to the water,  "Yeah. And, um... I guess you'll go back to being a... a fugitive."

He takes a sip of his drink, "Yeah."

"Had a really great day, though." She tells him

"Me too." He says

•

"Don't let it get in your head. Three of them and two of us." JJ nags, "That's some typical Kook shit right there."

"Hell, yeah." Kie agrees

"What was your thought process, using your head?" He asks

"I don't know, man." Pope answers, "I just kind of acted off instinct. I was a cornered animal."

Y/n pats his shoulder, "And you fought like hell."

Mr. Heyward walks over, "Hey, Pope, someone here to see you."

In walks deputy Shoupe.

Popes face drops, "Evening officer."

He makes his way over to him, "I have an arrest warrant for felony destruction of property. Keep your hands on the counter where I can see 'em."

Pope gives a distressed look to JJ.

Mr. Heyward tries to stop him, "Whoa. Shoupe, what'd he do?"

"Take a look at the warrant." He tells him

They all begin to panic, “You're arresting him?"

"Shoupe, are you listening?" Heyward asks

Shoupe blocks out everyone around, cuffing Pope and reading him his rights.

Pope can't hear a thing, his focused in on the thoughts running wild through his head.

His friends and father trying to get some answers from the deputy.

JJ makes a spilt second decision, "It wasn't him! It was me! He tried to talk me out of it. But I was mad because he'd just been beaten up. I was so sick of those assholes from Figure Eight that I lost my shit."

He stops in front of Pope, "I can't let you take the blame for something I did. You've got too much to lose."

"JJ, what are you doing? He scolds

"I'm tellin' the truth." He replies, "For once in my goddamn life, I'm gonna tell the truth. I took his old man's boat, too."

"JJ, come on." Pope pleads

"Just shut up, Pope!" He yells, "Just shut up. He's a good kid. You know where I'm from."

Shoupe nods, "Yeah."

"It was all me." JJ states

Shoupe turns to Pope, "That's the whole truth?"

"Whole truth, swear to god." JJ chimes

"I know what you think, damn it." He barks, "I'm asking Pope."

Pope locks eyes with JJ, looking for any sign of a go head.

Pope finally nods, "Yeah, that about covers it."

JJ switches places with Pope and is loaded into the back of the car.

They all watch as they drive off.

Pope throws his cap onto the ground, "Shit!"

•

JJ sits in a holding cell, thinking about what he's done. But he smiles, knowing that he has saved the reputation and future for his friend.

•

"Now that we have returned to the motherland..." Sarah says as the walk the dock, "...we must revert to our real identities, so if you see me on the street-"

John b interrupts her, "Yes, of course, I am a true, uh, professional."

She stops walking, "It's been a pleasure working with you, comrade."

She sticks out her and he shakes it.

"Pleasures mine." He assures

She starts her walk back to her house.

"Wait, wait, wait!" He calls out, "Uh... uh- really? That's it? You're just gonna walk away like this never happened?"

She turns around, "Well, that's what professionals do, right?"

"Sarah, I just had the best day of my life!" He shouts

She smiles, "John B, you're gonna blow our cover."

"Look, I don't care about my cover, Sarah." He rebukes, "I don't care about my friends finding out or your boyfriend with frosted tips."

"Look, yesterday, I- I didn't even know who you were. And today, I'm, like..." he points at her, "Sarah Cameron. And honestly, in my limited experience, that's rare. That's like, like... eclipse rare."

He pushes back his hair, "Like a blind person seeing color for the first time rare or, like, Bigfoot evidence or the Northern Lights. Look, I can't pretend like this isn't real, like this didn't happen."

Sarah walks back over to him, "Shut up."

She puts her arms around his neck pulls him into kiss.

She pulls away, " I can't pretend either."

"It's a small island." She tells him, "We should be careful."

With a short kiss goodbye they go their separate ways.

•

A man breathes heavily as he wraps up John Bs compass in a rag, placing it into a secure box.

Grabbing a large hook off the table and setting it to the side.

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[authorlaurawinter]

You're a mom, right? My baby is three and a half weeks old. I haven't been able to write since I got pregnant. When will my mojo return?

So, this is a super individual thing. And I think we spoke a bit about this at one point so I’ll give some of the same advice that I gave you then and what I wish I’d been told.

When I was pregnant, I had zero mojo. I had some sporadic moments throughout pregnancy, but nothing reliable.

I got mojo when nugget was under a year old (can’t remember when)… for maybe a month. Then like a random week. Then a single day. Etc.

I’m still not back all the time. Baby is almost 1.5

Here’s the thing, you are a different person now. Baby changes you all over the fucking place. You grew an entire human yourself. That’s insane. Now you’re still recovering. There’s all sorts of hormones and medical mumbo jumbo that even I don’t have the brainpower to understand. But it messes with you in the best and worst and most insane ways.

My advice: go with the flow. Embrace it when you have the time and energy, give yourself rest when you don’t. Soak in the baby snuggles and don’t put more stress on yourself than you already have taking care of a little human. Do something else creative when you don’t feel like writing but need to do something.

Give yourself grace. Reprioritize.

I know this probably isn’t what you’re looking for - I wish I could give you (and myself) an exact date as to when things finally get back to normal. But the truth is, you have to find the new normal, which takes experimentation.

And as soon as you find it, baby changed and you’ll have to find a new one 🫣🙃

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Alright, check it. Widgets are like cool gadgets that make your website pop. We're talking text boxes, images, buttons – you name it, they got it. Just drag and drop those bad boys onto your canvas. It's like building a digital Lego set, and you're the master builder.

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Imagine your website is a stage, and you're the director. Sections are like the scenes in a movie. Divide your page into sections and start adding those widgets. It's like choreographing a dance – each move matters.

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Listen, my friend, don't be afraid to level up. Elementor's got some fancy features that can take your website from zero to hero. You're not alone in this journey – YouTube tutorials and online forums are your partners in crime.

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I know, it's easy to get caught up in the excitement. but trust me if you want to back up your work, One wrong move and your masterpiece could vanish into thin air. So, save yourself the heartache and back that thang up.

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So there you have it, my friends. Elementor is like the secret sauce that takes your website from drab to fab. It's like having a magic wand that transforms your ideas into digital reality. So go on, unleash your creativity, and let Elementor be your trusty sidekick on this wild online adventure.

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[bluiex]

So I saw an anon talk about nsfw hermitcraft / empires Twitter and I was wondering if anyone could suggest some artists? I’ve been looking for more nsfw art of the hermits and emperors and I have zero clue how to find that kind of thing!!

I wish I could be of help cuz I've not looked into finding art for nsfw AKAJFNJS maybe an anon will know!

@catfritter here does some and I know @.mojo-chojo does too for hermit

#bluie gets an ask poggers

[vicky82gargoylesfan]

My Thoughts on X-Men 97 Episode Motendo/LifeDeath Part 1

It was a pretty good, not as good as the last 3 episodes, as it just seemed a bit of a strange set up by having 2 episodes with different run times. The LifeDeath story is a 2 part episode but the 2nd part is in 2 weeks, strange.

I did prefer LifeDeath Part 1 more than Motendo.

Spoilers

Again the intro has little changes, they even changed Jean wearing her ponytail

Mojo isn't my favourite villain, I find him very annoying, so I wasn't exactly excited for this episode.

Jubilee is 18 years old, so in 92 she was 13.

It was pretty cool to see Alyson Court reprise her role but as Abscissa.

Like seeing all the little easter eggs.

Pretty cool to hear Roberto speak in Portuguese

Nice to see Roberto use his powers.

Jubilee and Abscissa teaming up, using their powers to fight Mojo was pretty cool.

Jubilee Kissing Roberto was pretty cute, wait how old is he anyway?

I'm not totally familiar with the LifeDeath story but i'm intrigued to see how it goes.

Alison Sealy-Smith voice acting was brilliant, The moment when Storm tried to use her powers and couldn't was emotional and got me emotional as well.

I like seeing the photos on the wall of X-Factor, I wonder if they are still together and hope they appear soon.

Also there's a photo Forge, Dr Adler and what looks like, Bastion. Could that mean Bastion might make an appearance and would we get the Operation: Zero Tolerance storyline, that would be pretty cool and yes I know how that ends.

This new villain The Adversary seems very scary, can't wait to see what happens but there is another episode before that.

#x men #x men 97

[lastchancevillagegreen]

Monday, 2 October 2023:

The Stars Are God's Bullet Holes John Murry (Submarine Cat) (released in 2021)

Back when I was a regular monthly reader of MOJO I learned about a lot of new music. One of my favorite discoveries was The Graceless Age by John Murry which came out in 2013 (on Rubyworks in the US). I look at my Top Ten for 2013 (I'm shocked I actually had one that late) and I also cringe at my choice for Number One:

1.  Muchacho Phosphorescent

2.  Once I Was An Eagle Laura Marling

3.  Tooth and Nail Billy Bragg

4.  About Farewell Alela Diane

5.  The Graceless Age John Murry

6.  The Argument Grant Hart

7.   Ripely Pine Lady Lamb The Beekeeper

 8.  Country Sleep Night Beds

 9.  Fade Yo La Tengo

10.  The Impossible Truth William Tyler

Phossy at Number One? Seriously? Out of that entire list, that is the one album that doesn't belong. I've not heard The Graceless Age in a decade but I remember it fondly. I'll be playing it before I even get around to playing this new(ish) John Murry.

I didn't even know Murry had a new album out. Heck, I didn't even know he was still making music. The last thing I bought by him was 2017's A Short History of Decay. I discovered this album via a post on God's Jukebox for Flat Party's I'm Bored Give Me Love which is on Submarine Cat, a label I'd never heard of. It's a UK label and when I looked it up (because discogs has zero entries for Flat Party) I saw they released this newest John Murry album. I immediately ordered it and now here it is.

Above you see the album cover (for what that is worth, Christ, anything is fair game for an album cover these days) and then the back of the album. Below you can see the inner sleeve front and back.

The final two shots are of the both sides of the record label. That photo seen on the cover makes a far better record label than it does an album cover.

The singles that are taken from this album seem to have a bit of a theme going for them. One assumes these photos were all the same photo shoot. The first cover you see is for the track I Refuse To Believe (That You Could Love Me). The second cover is for the single Ones and Zeros.

Myself, I think a new art director is a must have for Murry.

[lovedetlost]

Continuation from anon...

Idk cause when I do masturbate and I “finish” (whatever it is I’m doing lmao) I feel like “idk how this could be any better” but also it isn’t hard to be quiet and stuff (but also maybe that’s just a lie from movies and porn and stuff that it’s supposed to be super difficult to be quiet and stuff).

Also I’ve only focused on/done clitoral because when I’ve tried penetration, it hurts really really bad every time. And I’m like maybe I’m not doing it right? But I’m relaxed (which is like the biggest thing right?) and go super slow. Some days on my period it even hurts to put a tampon in so idk. And I’ve heard that that might be a vaginismus, but again, I’m always super relaxed (and really wet) so idk. It would probably help if I went to a gynecologist (I’ve never been but I turn 21 soon so I know I’m supposed to get a Pap smear (which also freaks me the fuck out not just just of something going in but first time at gyno and stuff) but it’s expensive and all the free time I have, it seems like doctors are full.

Anyways this is a lot of complaining, so I’m really sorry. But you’re very nice about these kinds of questions and feel like I won’t be judged by you haha

hello again darling.

okay, so for me, orgasming feels like just for a minute, i lose all self control. the eyes really do roll back and the toes really do clench, i can jerk or moan or whine. there is a clear end point that i never achieve when cumming, or even squirting.

i can do masturbation silently, so don't let that be a barometer (i'm a live-in nanny who doesn't ever have the house to herself, but i've got needs yo), but making noise does turn me on hehe.

but i do have to warm myself up. while i rarely orgasm to clit stimulation, i always start there, as a self lubricant. i also will masturbate with aid, whether thats sexting, reading smut, audio porn, or just straight porn. if i'm not turned on it's hard to get a single finger up there. i find spit or lubricant also beneficial fairly often. reading a smut for me is the all time, even if the scrolling is annoying. or when the vibe just ain't right on a fic and you're trying to choose another, all the while still fcking myself so as not to lose the mojo haha.

all this being said, do not force it. it could be vaginismus. if you are truly relaxed and wet, it shouldn't be too much of an issue, so that does sound external factory-y. though, you can think your relaxed, but if you're stressed or forcing it, this will have physiological effects.

i will always recommend a doctor. i'm not a health professional, or even that adept at sex myself. i've just done a lot of self exploration and have zero issues talking about it on the internet. make the appointment, even if its a while away, and put it in your calendar. plan your life around it. sexual health and looking after yourself is of paramount importance (note to self: book a papsmear).

honey you're welcome to complain in my inbox anytime. i am an external processor, and fully acknowledge and respect and live by talking through my problems. i am beyond thrilled to be that for someone else.

i am here for you, whatever you need.

#asks #agony aunt #sex ed

[writer59january13]

New Year's Eve 2022

Yours truly riddled with social anxiety, hence (billy me) he will idle away December 31st, 2022

sequestered (with the missus)

hunkered down in his mancave

while madding crowd

entertains reckons partition of time

into seconds, minutes, days,

weeks, months, years...

as artificial man/woman made construct

as convenient modus operandi invented to measure motion

of the sun, water, and sand additionally to keep track

of quotidian activities. December thirty first

two thousand twenty two countdown

will unsuspectingly, transparently

and seamlessly stream into

simultaneously linkedin January first

two thousand and twenty three,

whereby the Ball

comprising a geodesic sphere,

12 feet in diameter,

and weighing 11,875 pounds.

The aforementioned Ball covered

with a total of 2,688

Waterford Crystal triangles

bolted to 576 LED models

attached to its aluminum frame.

Among the triangles, 192 new crystals dedicated to this year’s Gift of Love theme.

NBC will kick off the new year with A Toast to 2022! starting at 8pm EST, hosted by TODAY co-hosts Hoda Kotb and Jenna Bush-Hager. The special will feature appearances by fellow New Year's host Miley Cyrus, along with Dolly Parton, George Lopez, Martha Stewart, Kenan Thompson and more.

Disinclination regarding tradition

to make resolutions stance

adopted courtesy yours truly.

Though such proclamation

may smack of high treason

no matter convenience to season

and ideal time to leaven existence,

I discern no rhyme nor reason.

Back in the day

listening to Guy Lombardo,

a Canadian-American bandleader,

violinist, and hydroplane racer

formed the Royal Canadians in 1924

with his brothers Carmen,

Lebert, Victor, and other musicians

from his hometown of London, Ontario Canada

popularizing Auld Lang Syne

courtesy eighteenth-century

Scots poet Robert Burns.

Those very poignant moments,

when stroke of midnight

ushered in new year

(I counted, notched and tabulated

sixty two since mine birth where

decades now seemingly

flitted by at light speed)

as yours truly a doubting Thomas

disbelief regarding artificial construct,

nevertheless he ultimately, obliviously, and haphazardly cruises along

space/time continuum at quite a clip.

Primitive paradigms witnessed,

sabotaged, nixed by the equivalent

of caveman version qua Elon Musk, (who snubbed squalor)

punctuated equilibrium inadvertently

presaged, revolutionized, and

upended courtesy wheelwrights

millenniums before mankind

scrutinized cosmic sights

only from storied wuthering heights

swirling maelstrom analogous to dog fights

sans gods precipitating terrestrial blights, whence thus spake Zarathustra predicated upon Friedrich Nietzsche's

theory when cosmic consciousness alights.

E'er since Pope Gregory XIII effectively

(furnished, generated, and

instituted his holy mojo circa October 1582) introducing Gregorian calendar whisking Julian calendar out of vogue with fair vanity approximately four hundred

thirty nine years ago chroniclers of time - mostly

religious Norwegian bachelor farmers

casually referred to brethren as bro

invocations ejaculated sometimes prematurely -

that thar comment haint no fallacy),

which echoed across

Lake Wobegon, said incantations

devout followers among populace

did likewise parrot and crow

generation after generation

whereupon enigmatic, dogmatic, charismatic

monk native to Burma

stoked one after another ego

synthesizing interpretation to explain life on Earth and phenomena at large geocentric theory did ebb and flow

amazingly enough maintaining accuracy

with marginal probability of error

precision parsing seconds, minutes, hours...

would only tolerate absolute zero

variation regarding prediction

of weeks, months, years...

as sophistication of civilization did grow

allowing, enabling, and providing

jolly fellow bellowing ho... ho... ho

could make his round the world wide web

timely trek linkedin with timepiece

assembled with B Corporation approval.

certification of "social and

environmental performance"

a private certification of for-profit companies,

distinct from legal designation

as Benefit corporation.

The above plug an unsolicited commentary

regarding San Francisco, California

based eco friendly and socially conscious company

and employer of eldest daughter,

a biomedical engineering University of Pennsylvania alumna.