#13 years

[happinessoncorneliastreet]

13 years ago today, @taylorswift released the "Back to December" music video

#taylor swift #taylornation #taylors version #eras tour #swifties #the eras tour #speak now #speak now tv #speak now taylor’s version #speak now taylor swift #back to december #13 years ago #13 years #13th anniversary #music video

[enneadau]

#happy birthday #ennead #13 years #and only halfway there...

[wangxianficrecs]

You in me, you are mine, my everything by BriaPia

You in me, you are mine, my everything

by BriaPia

M, 24k, wangxian

Summary: “Hanguang-Jun, oh thank the gods,” the disciple exhaled, she was one of the new recruits the sect had accepted, Lu Chen he remembered was her name, a little older than it would be considered appropriate for a new disciple but that had never stopped the sect leader before. “It’s sect leader Song, he’s requesting for your presence at the main hall.” One small switch in Wei Wuxian actions resulted on many changes in the life of several others. The smaller of them being Lan Wangji leaving Gusu Lan.

Mojo's comments: I just love it when Lan Wangji takes a look around his sect -- after they've beaten him nearly to death and are disrespecting wwx's memory AND little a-yuan -- and decides, "I'm done with this shit." So off he wanders, with his new son, to hook up with song lan and xiao xingchen and found a new sect. So it is this new lwj, with no forehead ribbon, who clocks wwx at dafan mtn after he's called back as mxy. Lan xichen, having made a few egregiously poor choices 13 years prior, is lurking around, trying to make amends; jiang cheng is an angry grape; and young lan jingyi is just happy to get to see his old friend once more.

canon-divergence, temporary character death, somebody lives/not everybody dies, lan wangji leaves gusu lan, 33 lashes, 13 years, lan brothers enstrangement, brotherly feels, pov multiple, non-linear narrative, past and present, getting together, love confessions, light angst, single parent lan wangji, happy ending, @briapia95

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#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #wangxian #MDZS #Mojo's Rec #canon-divergence #mdzs big bang 2020 #temporary character death #lan wangji leaves gusu lan #33 lashes #13 years #lan brothers enstrangement #brotherly feels #pov multiple #non-linear narrative #past and present #getting together #love confessions #light angst #single parent lan wangji #happy ending #You in me you are mine my everything #BriaPia #medium fic 15k-49k #Mature

[alexswift13]

13 years ago

August 6 - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

#taylor swift #taylorswift #throwback #13 years #speak now world tour #speak now era #speak now taylors version #speak now #speak now tour

[jdaydreamer3]

When I Fall in Love (It Will be Forever)

I don’t have an official title for this little scene that I’ve had written for years. It’s saved on my computer as Sabrina AU because it’s based on the movie of the same title - both of them - the classic starring Audrey Hepburn and the later remake in the 1990′s. I was hoping to develop it into a full story, as I love the idea of Myka growing up with Helena and Charles and then seeing how their relationship evolves as adults, but as with all of my works in progress, I haven’t had the time and/or inclination to work on it. But, I still like these scenes and thought even if I never write the full story, it’s worth sharing, especially today when we’re celebrating 13 years of Bering & Wells. Thank you to this fandom - you’ve meant so much to me over these years. 

The summer evening is warm, the breeze coming off the ocean offering a refreshing coolness to the air as Helena unconsciously sways to the melody of the music as she watches the dancers make good use of the wooden dance floor installed on the lawn only the day before. It will be removed before the dawn, but the impression left on the lawn will linger for weeks.

“Who is the woman Charles has been dancing with most of the night?" Mrs. Wells asks her daughter.

"That's Myka."

"Myka? Myka Bering as in the chauffeur's daughter?" she asks.

"The very same."

"She certainly grew up,” Mrs. Wells says, her tone bordering on incredulous.

"Yes, didn't she," Helena says softly.

"Well, I'll not have your brother making a fool of himself, nor me, for the chauffeur's daughter. Not when he's engaged to marry Giselle Banks and we're about to close a deal with her family. You have to put an end to this...this dalliance, Helena."

“Mother, they’re just dancing,” she argues half-heartedly.

“When has Charles ever stopped at just dancing?”

Helena sighs. Her mother has a point. “How exactly do you expect me to end their dalliance, as you call it?"

"Find a way. And do it quickly," Mrs. Wells says after Charles pulls Myka closer to him, whispering something against her ear that causes her to throw her head back in laughter.

Helena glances away from the intimate moment between them and purses her lips to keep from commenting further, to ask why she always must clean up after the messes Charles makes. Before she wishes, her gaze is drawn back to them, and she watches her brother leave the dance floor to go to the bar and then notices Myka walk in the direction of the indoor tennis courts. Charles always was so predictable regarding the end of the evening tete a tete at these parties.

She approaches her brother at the bar where he is pilfering a bottle of champagne and two flute glasses.

"Charles, may I have a word with you?" Helena asks stepping to his side.

"Not now, Helena, I'm engaged elsewhere."

"It will only take a few moments."

"It can't wait until morning?"

"I think you mean afternoon given your habit to sleep in until noon after these parties."

“Fine, afternoon then."

"No, it can't wait. Mother wants to speak with you now."

Charles means to protest but he knows the look currently on his sister's face is one not to be trifled with. "Alright, if I must," he says following her, glasses slipped into his back pockets and bottle under his arm.

The noise of the party fades away when they step into their mother's office.

"Charles Wells, just what exactly do you think you are doing with that woman?" Mrs. Wells accuses as soon as he enters.

"What woman?" he feigns innocence.

"What woman! Myka, the chauffeur's daughter, that's who!"

"Oh, Mother, it's just a party. We were only dancing together."

"Need I remind you that you are engaged to be married to Giselle Banks? Whose parents are at this party tonight and watched you dance with a woman who is not their daughter!"

"It was just dancing," he repeats.

"Charles, you know that we are in the middle of a very large deal with the Banks family, one that could hinge on your impending marriage," Mrs. Wells tells him.

"Well did anyone ask me how I felt about that? I didn't even propose marriage. The minute I brought Giselle to dinner it seemed that my fate was sealed."

"Now this is coming out!"

"Would anyone listen to me before?" he argues.

Helena can see the tension between her mother and brother quickly escalating. "Now both of you just calm down before either of you say something you will regret. Mother, sit down," she says guiding her to a chair. She turns to her brother then. "Charles, sit down too."

"No, I don't want to sit down, Myka is expecting me. I've already been away longer than I should."

"Oh, Myka," Mrs. Wells huffs, shaking her head.

"Charles, sit down," Helena repeats, "so that we can discuss the situation like the rational adults we all pretend to be, please."

Charles resists as long as he can but realizing he's fighting a losing battle succumbs to the request. And instantly regrets the decision. The crack of glass breaking is quickly overshadowed by the yelp of pain Charles emits.

Mrs. Wells is instantly on her feet. "What is it - what happened?" she cries.

"Glasses," Charles squeaks out, already beginning to sweat with pain.

"Glasses? What does that mean?"

"Champagne glasses...in my back pockets..." he pants out.

"What in heavens?" she asks perplexed. "What were they doing in your pocket?"

"Can we discuss the details later? I'm in a fair bit of pain now," he says biting his knuckles.

Helena rolls her eyes. "Mother, call his doctor," she instructs calmly.

"Yes, of course," she says scurrying to do so.

Helena grabs a cushion from another chair. "Here, sit on this."

"Myka! I left her waiting for me at the tennis court. You have to go to her, explain that I can't make it. But you know, maybe not delve into the details," he says biting his lip.

"Very well. You take it easy," Helena says stepping aside for the doctor, who happened to be partaking in the delights of the party, rushing into the room. Helena only hopes he's sober enough to actually help her brother.

"Helena, are you going to Myka?" Mrs. Wells asks.

"Yes, Charles doesn't want her to be left waiting."

"Good. See if you can't also diffuse the situation your brother has landed us in, yes?"

"How much are you willing to pay, Mother, for her discretion?"

"Whatever you think is a reasonable amount. I trust you to take care of the situation.”

Helena nods, ready to get away from her family for the moment, even knowing what they both ask her to do.

She exits the office and quickly finds herself immersed in the party. It's getting late but it doesn't seem to be winding down much, their guests still happy to be drinking and dancing - some of them at the same time with varying results as she notices one man trip from the dance floor into the hydrangeas.

She makes her way to the bar, acquiring a fresh bottle of champagne and two flute glasses. Not having any pockets on her gown, she must make do with carrying them between her fingers.

It isn't a long walk to the indoor tennis court, but Helena takes her time. Myka is waiting for Charles, not her, and she needs to figure out what to say to the young girl she once knew who has become a beautiful woman. And she also has the little matter of making a deal, as it were, at least as far as her mother is concerned. She sees Myka as a potential problem. Helena feels it is Charles and his roaming eye that is the real problem. Myka has little to do with it.

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Myka stands inside the indoor tennis court waiting for Charles.  She knows his routine.  He will bring champagne, two glasses fitted in the back pocket of his tuxedo, and he will joke and compliment her as he makes a show of removing the glasses.  They’ll drink, they’ll dance.  He’ll kiss her and if she were any of his other conquests, he will make love to her.  Myka cares a great deal for Charles, but he isn’t the one who makes her heart quicken.

She’d looked for Helena all night among the other dancers.  As Charles swept her across the floor, Myka’s eyes roamed the crowd for a glimpse of the dark-haired beauty, but it was all for naught.  Either Helena wasn’t at the mansion, or she simply wasn’t interested in attending the party – the latter hard to believe given she’d always attended them before.  Finally, Myka had given in to curiosity and asked Charles about her.

“Probably in the study making the latest deal,” he had laughed.  “She’s more work these days than play.  But let’s not waste the night talking of Helena when we can pursue more pleasurable activities,” he said, eyes straying down to the tight bodice of her dress.

It was then that he asked her to meet him in the tennis court in ten minutes, giving him time to acquire the desired champagne.  Myka had acquiesced.  What else was there for her to do?  Mrs. Wells had eyed her crossly the moment she emerged on the dance floor and Myka knew no one else at the party save for Charles.

She trails her hand along the netting, edging towards the large windows to look out, just able to make out a sliver of the ocean waves moving against the moonlight.  Perhaps this was a mistake after all.  She doesn’t belong here.  She is only the chauffeur’s daughter after all, raised above a garage that houses cars worth more than her father makes in a year.  When Charles comes for her, she should make her apologies and return to that little apartment above the garage where she belongs.

“Hello, Myka,” comes a soft voice from behind her.  A definitively female voice – a voice Myka would know anywhere.

She spins around at the sound, taking in the sight of the breathtaking woman before her and can only breathe out one word, “Helena,” in a voice that is both awed and reverent.  For it is Helena whom Myka has longed to see after all this time.  And the sight of her does not disappoint.  Helena is radiant in a black sleeveless gown, its fabric clinging to her slim figure and when she steps towards Myka, a slit parts the fabric to reveal a shapely leg and toned thigh and Myka snaps her eyes up to meet Helena’s once more.

Helena didn’t come empty-handed.  She holds a bottle of champagne in one hand and in the other two flute glasses.  “Charles sends his regrets, but he suffered a minor mishap moments ago and is unable to make it after all.  He sent me in his place to apologize.”

“What happened to him?” Myka asks concerned.

“He sat down on champagne glasses of all things,” the glint in Helena’s eyes remains unobserved by Myka who is struck with guilt.

“Oh my god,” she gasps.  “I’m so sorry.  It’s…it’s all my fault.”

“It isn’t,” Helena assures.  “And it’s nothing too serious.  A doctor is with him now, carefully removing glass from his derriere.  He’ll be laid up in bed for a couple days which is nothing out of the ordinary for him, really.”

Myka still looks troubled.

“But at Charles’ insistence, let’s not let it ruin the rest of the evening.  I believe champagne was on order, yes?” Helena says stepping closer to Myka and hands her the glasses so that she may work on opening the bottle.  She manages to pop the cork and a rush of the bubbly liquid gushes out spilling to the floor, splashing at their feet.  A laugh tumbles from Helena’s lips and it has been years since Myka has heard anything so lovely.

Helena takes a glass from Myka’s hands, her fingertips grazing Myka’s skin in the process and Myka would think it an accident if she didn’t do it again with the second glass.  Helena sets the bottle on the floor at their feet before finally glancing up, dark eyes staring intently at Myka, but Myka can’t decipher what she sees in their depths.

“What shall we drink to?” Helena asks her lightly.  “Longevity?  Success?  Fortune?”

“To homecoming,” Myka interrupts with a whisper.

Helena’s eyes soften at the utterance.  “I can drink to that,” she says raising her glass before tipping it back to take a long swallow.

Myka barely sips at her champagne, the taste foreign on her tongue.  Instead she focuses her attention on the breathtaking woman before her, watching as Helena quickly finishes her drink, setting the glass on the floor beside the bottle.

“Well, Charles left me explicit instructions.  I now believe I owe you a dance, Miss Bering.”  And without another word, Helena is lifting Myka’s glass from her hands to set it on the floor also and then she is turning back to Myka, one arm encircling Myka’s waist, the other reaching for her hand.  And the touch is everything Myka has wanted and not at all.  

Helena isn’t here for her, she’s here for Charles, that’s been made perfectly clear, but Myka can’t let go of her regardless.  Helena’s perfume is soft but the skin of her bare shoulder softer still as Myka’s palm rests against it as Helena sways them to the faint sound of music carrying through the open window on a warm breeze.  Myka wants this, wants Helena so desperately.  She allows Helena to pull her closer in her embrace, feeling the soft press of Helena’s breasts against her own, her eyes flutter closed at the sensation and her fingertips grip Helena’s shoulder a little tighter.

They sway to the low hum of the orchestra playing, “Isn’t it Romantic?” and don’t say a word as the minutes tick by.  Myka breathes in Helena’s sweet scent, feels the way her silky hair tickles her neck as Myka clings a little tighter to her, trying to pull her impossibly closer.  Helena’s hand moves from her waist to splay at her lower back, fingertips grazing lower for one moment before the song comes to an end and Helena is pulling away, the look in her dark eyes unreadable.

The orchestra begins a new song, one Myka recognizes as traditionally the last song played of the night, just before the clock strikes midnight and Cinderella loses her glass slipper. The irony that the song is “When I Fall in Love,” is not lost on her. She spent so many memorable nights of her youth gazing longingly upon the guests of these parties dancing, to this very song, coupling off into the night. And now she is in the arms of Helena Wells.

Helena looks at her for a long moment, eyes searching Myka’s for something Myka can’t begin to decipher and then Helena is leaning forward, and soft lips are brushing against hers in a heady kiss.  And once more, this moment is everything Myka wants and not at all.

Myka pulls away from the kiss, her fingers instinctively reaching to touch her lips, missing the pressure there seconds before and Helena looks at her with eyes wide and sorrowful.

“Just part of Charles’ message, darling,” she husks.  “I realize it isn’t the same without a mustache, but life is full of disappointment.”

Myka has an urge to take her by the shoulders and shake some sense into the woman, to make her understand it was never Charles she wanted.  That it has only ever been Helena she wanted – wants even now with anger coursing through her veins brought on by humiliation that she could ever believe someone such as Helena Wells would want her in return.

Instead Myka pulls away from their embrace.

"Helena, why did you really come here now? It wasn't for me."

“We didn’t want to leave you waiting."

“We?” Myka questions, watching Helena glance away, obviously ill at ease.

"I think I understand now,” Myka says, realization dawning. “Your mother sent you to deal with me, didn't she? She thinks I'm some sort of threat between Charles and the woman he's set to marry. Let me guess, your family and her family..."

"Are in negotiations to buy out their company, yes," Helena agrees.

"How much is the deal worth to you?"

"It's worth millions for my family."

Myka laughs bitterly. “Millions, just another drop in the bucket for the Wells empire."

Helena remains silent, allowing Myka to rant.

"Do you really think I'm such a threat?"

"It isn't about what I think. The fact is, Charles has quickly become enamored with you, not that I can blame him, you are quite lovely, Myka. But the fact is, he's engaged to be married to the daughter of a very influential family. A family that has only agreed to our negotiations because with Charles marrying their daughter it will feel like their company is still in family hands, never mind that Charles has taken no active interest in our business."

"Charles always has been a bit of a dreamer," Myka says fondly, the anger gone from her voice at least for the moment.

The sound of affection in her voice now does something to Helena. She feels a tightness in her stomach that she doesn't know what to do about.

"He's had the luxury of dreaming," she says, the bitterness in her own voice barely disguised. Something in the way Myka looks at her makes her think she recognizes the feeling.

"So, what comes next? Do you forbid me to see your brother?"

"I would never forbid you anything. But my mother, however, would prefer that outcome, even going so far to offer you a substantial sum of money."

Myka laughs now. "Money. Is that your family's answer for everything?"

"When it works, yes."

"And when it doesn't?"

Helena doesn't answer.

"How much?"

"What?"

"How much have you been told to offer me to stay away from Charles?" Myka asks, steel in her eyes.

Helena feels ashamed, not for the first time regarding her family's ways. “Half a million.”

Myka's eyes widen at the sum. "And if I refuse?"

“One million.”

"No," Myka says.

“Two million," Helena counters softly.

"No," Myka stands resolute. "Your family can't buy me, Helena. You have no reason to worry about me getting involved with Charles. And I suppose since you delivered his message in such detail, now it’s my cue to leave. Goodnight,” she says, turning to leave.

Without another word, Myka brushes past Helena, careful not to touch her and leaves the court behind, breaking into a run when she’s escaped outside, tears blurring her vision all the way back to the garage where she belongs.

#bering and wells #my fanfic #happy anniversary #13 years

[phannotfound]

Happy 13 years boys 🥳🥰🥂

@danielhowell @amazingphil

#dan and phil #phandom #daniel howell #youtuber #dnp #phil lester #dan howell #amazing phil #loveislove #danielhowell #phan #amazingphil #youtube #danisnotonfire #dan #13 years #happy aniversary

[agent-tempest]

I love how Speak Now (Taylor's Version) is her 13th album which she is releasing after 13 years of the release of the Speak Now and also was the first self-written album

#taylor swift #speak now taylor’s version #13 years

[cucumber-pictures]

Happy Anniversary to Cucumber Quest! It has been 13 years and no mention of a CQ's 13th anniversary

#cucumber quest #cq #cucumber #almond #princess nautilus #nautilus #bunnies #rabbits #13th anniversary #13 years

[sailorawesome]

Happy 13 years to ninjago. Who else has been here since the beginning? I remember all of the short promos they did before the first episode aired...and watching the pilot episodes on YouTube. I watched each episode as they aired. I never missed a single one. I even remember CN doing big promos for the great devour episodes. 😭😭 And them introducing misako. LLOYD'S MOM⁉️ They were so dramatic about it haha ohhh man... Also seeing the finale of s2 and showing a sneak peak of chima for the first time...It's crazy how time flies. They also used to have wu voice "next time on ninjago" or something like that on cartoon network. Tell me what else you guys remember!

#ninjago #and then thinking ninjago was completely over until one day I passed by my tv seeing zanes face... #damn #13 years #anniversary #i used to get excited getting the scholastic bookfair flyers and seeing ninjago books on them #especially with the figures

[adriheavymetal]

Dio 💯🎤🎼🤘🤘

13 years without him 😭today🎤🤘

🎸🎼🎤🤘❤🎼

#dio band #ronnie james dio #16 may #13 years #heavy metal #rock n roll #black sabbath #rainbow band #elf band #70s metal #r.i.p. dio

[fght-ff-yr-dmns]

Tumblr Anniversary

It was my 13th Tumblr anniversary last week.

13 years!

Scary when you think about it.

#Tumblr #anniversary #13 years

[happinessoncorneliastreet]

I'm just gonna leave this right here...

#taylor swift #taylornation #taylors version #eras tour #swifties #the eras tour #billions club #billboard #top artists #13 #13 years #billboard 125 #top artist of all time

[enneadau]

Series Description:

Yugi was born a girl, inspired by the fact that I found out that Atem is in  fact commonly used as a girl's name. Yes I am aware of the fact that  mythology states that there was an Atem who was the father of Bast, but  once my brain had started ticking, well… here you go. There will be 9 main stories in this series but I make no promises how many side stories and one shots will pop up by the time the series ends. This lines up with the 9 Gods and Goddesses of the Egyptian Ennead and is the reason for the series name.

Story Links:

Kemet -  Before the downfall, before Egypt went to hell, there was a Thief who wormed her way into the palace...  (Complete, One Shot)

Dishonour - Finally, after years of waiting... they've got him. (Complete, One Shot)

Jb - After the events of earlier, the Pharaoh and her Shadow need a moment alone. (Complete, One Shot)

Mahad’s Tale - The moment everything went wrong in Ancient Egypt as told by Mahad in chapter 3 of Kismet. (A comic of Mahad's side of the story by https://twitter.com/fullmoondraws. 1 page up so far.)

Season Zero -  After working on the Puzzle that her Grandfather gave her for eight years, Yugi finally managed to complete it. What she couldn't know was how much trouble one little trinket could cause… (Complete, 27 chapters)

In Sickness -  Jou has been ill and now Yugi has come down with the same sickness. Can  the spirit of the Puzzle, Oneesan work out what's wrong with her   Imoto-chan before the sickness takes it's toll?  (Complete, 1 shot)

For Those We Love -  A sudden attack out of nowhere leaves Yugi with no choice but to travel  to an island in the middle of nowhere and compete to save her Ojiisan's  soul. Can she defeat Pegasus, save everyone and somehow, finally, work  out how to interact with Oneesan, all without getting herself killed? (Complete, 27 chapters)

Refrain - Duelist Kingdom was hard on the Kaibas and Seto can't sleep.(Complete, 1 shot)

Kin -  After surviving Duelist Kingdom, Yugi is looking forward to getting back  to normality. Well, what passes for normal when you're the one who  completed the Millennium Puzzle, one of your friends is the host for the  spirit whose rampage ended your elder twin's reign back in Egypt and  old adversaries of your grandfather have moved into town.   (Complete, 15 chapters)

Kismet -  After a close call in a raging inferno, Yugi is left with more questions  than answers.  One thing is certain: as she is, she cannot win the  oncoming fight and with the future of the world at stake, she needs to  know more. Thankfully, looking to the future can sometimes give you  answers to the past... (Completed, 19 chapters)

Unwind -  A little relaxation is good for the soul.  (Set between chapters 5 & 6 of Kismet. Complete, 1 shot.)

Semestral - A collection of drabbles and one shots set in the time skip between Kismet and Battle of the Gods (Complete. 44 chapters)

Fantasia - A game to be tested, a set of rules changed and an unfair plot interrupted lead a set of adventurers into trouble. (Being written, will update VERY slowly because this arc hates me, 2 chapters so far)

Battle of the Gods - Battle City has arrived. Yugi and her twin sister, the Spirit of the Puzzle, need to compete to earn the keys to unlock the Pharaoh's missing memories and powers, but there is danger on the horizon. Will they reach their goal or will the sun set on them, and the world? (Posting, 44 chapters so far...)

Side B - The King A dip in the ocean at the end of the worst day of Yugi's life, leads to a trip from which there may be no return... (One shot, Complete)

Side B - The Pawn The cost of self sacrifice burns deep, and Amane, having risked her life and soul to protect a friend, finds herself making a journey that could end badly... (One shot, Complete)

Side B - The Knight Jonouchi Katsuya knew it was a bad move the moment he made it, but coming back from it could be more challenging than he knew… (One shot, Complete)

#ennead #fanfiction #yugioh #genderbend #fem!yugi #fem!yami #fem!bakura #fem!ryou #katsuya #honda #anzu #kaiba #seto #mokuba #story list #one shot #books #so much written #yugi mutou #yami yugi #Yami Bakura #13 years

[wangxianficrecs]

Down the Gutter Here I Go by Eleanor_Fenyx

Down the Gutter Here I Go

by Eleanor_Fenyx

T, 2k, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Wangji could do nothing but watch as the man he'd realized (too late, always too late) he's in love with died brutally at the hands of the entire cultivation world. Now, in the solemn years of his grief, the only relief he has is the echoes of his Wei Ying that come to him randomly, unexpectedly - and at various stages of Wei Ying's life. But whether he's sweet and cheerful as in their youth, or bitter and angry as in the year leading up to his death, Lan Wangji loves him fiercely and is grateful for every chance he has to see his beloved's face, hear his voice. The world threw his brilliant Wei Ying away, but Lan Wangji loved him and always will, even when he'd hit his absolute lowest. It'll just have to be enough.

Mojo's comments: Oh, my heart! This one hurts so nicely.

major character death, yiling laozu wei wuxian, pov lan wangji, grief/moruning, angst with a happy ending, mcd is wei wuxian, song fic, regret, 13 years, haunting, ghost wei wuxian, @eleanorfenyx

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #MDZS #Mojo's Rec #major character death #yiling laozu wei wuxian #pov lan wangji #grief/moruning #angst with a happy ending #mcd is wei wuxian #song fic #regret #13 years #haunting #ghost wei wuxian #short fic <15k #teen #Down the Gutter Here I Go #Eleanor_Fenyx

[jammie3132]

Happy Blaine Anderson day - 9 November 2010 - 13 years

#seblaine #13 years #blaine anderson #sebastian smythe #glee #so much wasted potential

[dropintomanga]

13 Years

Guess Friday the 13th is good for me today, huh?

Today marks 13 years of this blog running, counting the years I was Manga Therapy.

I really don’t have much to say as the thought of my blog turning 13 did not cross my mind until I got a notification on my Tumblr app. I’ve just been focusing on how to handle life going forward since I turned 40 back in November.

I do realize that blogging may be going the way of the dodo since the rage is all TikTok and/or YouTube videos. But I’m not interested in those platforms for the most part. There’s still value in written articles that don’t sound like clickbait. I’m just trying to do my part in some way to preserve some kind of history.

I’m also a part of super-small set of anime/manga bloggers (that may get even smaller) that have gone on a decade plus. I’m proud to say that I still love manga (more than watching anime) and it’s exciting to see manga I like become notable anime series.

There probably will be significant life changes coming for me and I’ll do my best to continue talking about manga via mental health and a community-based approach.

Thanks to everyone who follows me and here’s to another year!

#blog anniversary #blogging #manga #13 years