#two words: KIDNEY. STONE.

[cherriesformatt]

finding out || matt sturniolo part 1

matt x fem!reader

summary: you have a pregnancy scare and you take few tests while your boyfriend is working completely clueless

warnings: angst, fluff, pregnancy, nearly panic attack, lots of emotions

word count: 966

a/n: thanks for reading! I was thinking if you like it maybe I could make another part :) also I only proofread it once so I hope there isn’t many mistakes!

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Matt, Chris and Nick were upstairs filming a new podcast episode. I was over at their house since Friday. That would make four days. I was feeling under the weather those past days and Matt told me to stay with them in case I would get sick and needed some help. The thing was I did not have a fever or sore throat. I was just feeling like crap and I was constantly annoyed.

Yesterday I snapped at Chris for basically nothing. He was just leaning on the counter opening his drink while I was making dinner for all of us. I yelled at him to start drinking water or else he would have kidney stones and told him to get out of my way.

"Bro are you on your period or what?" He asked putting his hands up for defense.

The thing was - I wasn't. That's what I relised after his comment.

Whole night I was stressing out and that was all I was thinking about. No period, feeling like crap, feeling sick and tired. I didn’t get any sleep that night.

The moment they told me they are going to film I knew I had like two hours to myself. I ordered door dash from CVS to the house and I impatiently waited for it to be delivered. I ruined my new gel nails by constantly picking on them from the stress and overthinking.

I got a notification from my phone that my order is here. I run downstairs to the front door to get it. I got my bag and closed the doors back. I went downstairs to Chris's bathroom to be as far from them as I could.

"Fuck" I said to myself putting four different pregnancy tests on the counter.

"Okay I can do this, right?" I looked at myself in the mirror.

I looked like a scare crow honestly. I didn't have any make up on, my hair wasn't fresh and I wore oversized set of fresh love that I found in Matt’s closet because I did not feel comfortable in my own clothes.

I released I forgot a cup so I ran back upstairs for a plastic cup and went back down.

I did what I had to do and put all of the tests into the cup and then I closed them and put them in one line back on the counter.

I cleaned up the cup and I realized I am shaking and tears are streaming down my face.

Because what are we going to do? Matt is not even 21 yet, making his dreams come true with his brothers and in peak of their career. I am constantly working and don't even always have great decisions for myself let alone to rise a decent human. I am great with kids, he is great with kids, but we do not even talked about this like ever. What the fuck, he is living here with his brothers, there is no place for a baby here.

"I can’t, I can’t do this" I stormed out of the bathroom and run upstairs.

Next thing I know is that everyone is staring at me while I froze on the top of the stairs in the middle of the podcast studio. I must have looked like a disaster because Nick stood up to hold my arm as I almost collapsed back down.

"wow wow... easy. Y/n what happend? What's wrong?" Nick holds me while I look into Matt's cancerned eyes as he stands up to take me from Nick’s arms.

"Matt..Matt I need you to come with me downstairs" I said.

My voice was shaky and my breath unsteady.

"Honey..." Matt stroked my back gently.

His brothers did not know what to say or do so they just gave us some space. I was glad this whole thing wasn't live out here because I knew I did put quite a show for the cameras.

He helped me walk down the stairs and while we were in the kitchen I pulled his arm to walk to the lower floor.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked me while we stopped by the bathroom doors.

I knew the tests were ready to look at and check. But I was too scared to look at them alone.

"Matt... just promised you won't be mad at me?" I looked at him and I do not even know why I asked him. I already knew he would not be mad at me. He was the best person I know.

"Whatever it is honey I would never be mad at you... I think I might know what is this about" He pushed my hair out of my face and kissed my temple. Of course he knew, he always does. He could read me like an open book.

"O-okay..." I took a deep breath, opened the door and pointed at the counter.

Matt bit his lip and took a deep breath as well.

"I just couldn't do it Matt... I need you to check them" I said and took a seat on the closed toilet.

Matt took all of them and just looked once but I already knew judging by his eyes. He put them back down and kneeled beside me.

"I want you to know that whatever you decide...I will be there y/n." He hugged me tight to his body.

"I love you so much... I am fucking scared shitless right now but as long as it is with you I know we can do this" He whispered in my neck.

I closed my eyes and just cried. I just wasn't ready of all of this. But in the same time I thought that this might be my missing piece.

In the world of boys he's a gentleman.

#Spotify #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt x reader #sturniolo fanfic

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS *  some of my favorite quotes from the show, adjust as necessary

his chops are too righteous!

it’s evil. it’s diabolical. it’s lemon scented!

lord knows i’ve tried.

two words. na. chos.

yeah, i get called that a lot.

it's just a cruel reminder that i'm single and likely to remain that way forever.

what doesn't kill you usually succeeds in the second attempt.

stupidity isn't a virus, but it sure is spreading like one.

goodbye everyone, i’ll remember you all in therapy.

don't you have to be stupid somewhere else?

i used to have a kidney stone. everything passes eventually.

you can't fool me. i listen to public radio!

stop it, [name], you're scaring him!

do instruments of torture count?

give to the children's fund? what have the children ever done for me?

this is not your average, everyday darkness. this is... advanced darkness.

what's better than serving up smiles?

i guess i'm not wearing any pants today.

did you smell it? that smell. a kind of smelly smell. the smelly smell that smells… smelly.

wake me up when i care.

look at all the hip, young people eating salads!

he was so ugly that everyone died.

the best time to wear a striped sweater is all the time!

well, the way i see it, there are three possibilites.

hibernation is the opposite of beauty sleep.

that’s it mister! you just lost your brain privileges!

good people don’t rip other people’s arms off.

well, we lost our car again.

pull your pants up. we’re going home.

you were right. fighting is for children.

i’m a good noodle!

remember, licking doorknobs is illegal on other planets.

your ceiling is talking to me!

we don’t need television.

the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.

i’ll have you know i stubbed my toe last week while watering my spice garden and i only cried for twenty minutes.

hey, if i close my eyes, it doesn’t seem so dark.

is mayonnaise an instrument?

those are some big words. i’ve never heard you use them before.

my vocabulary is infinitely expanding.

we destroyed your most prized possession.

we shall never deny a guest even the most ridiculous request.

let’s see, a five letter word for happiness. money.

can i have everybody’s attention?

i have to use the bathroom.

do you know what day today is?

could you not stand so close? you’re making me claustrophobic.

i used your clarinet to unclog my toilet.

are they laughing at us?

if you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime.

he needs us now more than ever.

what is today, but yesterday’s tomorrow?

ice is just a myth.

this working out thing isn’t working out.

i can’t see my forehead.

i have a good idea, and no one else thinks so.

look at you, so young and happy.

i prefer to be an idiot!

sounds like a pretty good deal to me, what do you say?

don’t be sad, buddy. turn that frown upside down!

i’m ugly and i’m proud!

good! say it louder!

i can’t do it! i can’t be away from my best friend!

i need you! i can’t handle this myself!

i’m just going on vacation for a few days.

i was kinda hoping that you come along with us…

enjoy the cake everybody!

now we never have to be apart, even when we’re not together.

this is great. see you forever!

i have to keep you safe while i get some work done!

maybe he doesn’t like us.

no, are you kidding?

i propose a toast to new friends!

i guess i’ll have to move in back with my mom and dad.

he’s a thief. look at the lust in his eye…

why can’t you just accept our friendship?

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[garfunklefield]

Like Nobody Else

fem!reader/Ryomen Sukuna Warnings: fluff, highschool au? you two are juniors probably, sukuna has a heart, this is really stupid and last minute i just needed to write fluff NOWWW Word count: 419 DESC: Sukuna realizes he might just have a crush on you

Me after writing Nanami NSFW: yes i must write sukuna fluff now

Link to my Ko-Fi if you want to support me!

You had looked at him like no one else did. Ryomen Sukuna was the most feared jock in your high school, everyone knew it. He was notorious for beating someone up if they looked at him wrong. Bad girls who smoked behind the school flocked to him with their witty banter and the fact they’d follow him like a dog, and boys with no real personality aside from the fact they had tattoos too. 

But you were different. You weren’t the typical nerd girl who was scared of him. Yeah, you were a nerd. You had anime stickers on your notebook and water bottle, a few piercings in your ears, and an outgoing fashion style. But you weren’t typical. You were notorious for being overly caring. Think of your freshman year when you jumped the fence to rescue a bird who was about to be hit by a truck. Then for the rest of the year, you were known as bird-girl.

It surprised Ryomen when he forcibly bumped into you one day, hoping for a reaction and instead, he got … a smile. It shouldn’t have been too surprising, I mean you were a kind soul. But to everyone, including him? He didn’t understand it. 

“Good morning, Sukuna,” you said politely, dusting off the area that he had bumped into. He stared at you with a hardened expression for a moment. Were you stupid? There was no way you didn’t realize it was the Ryomen Sukuna. 

He grumbled and greeted you by your last name as well, glancing away for a moment. You blinked a few times and then asked, “Is there anything you need? I was just about to go to class. You can join me if you want,” you motioned to him, your smile growing wider. 

You wanted … him to walk with you to class? You had to be stupid. There was no… A sudden lump formed in his throat and he felt a prickling sensation in his cheeks. Wh… It was strange. Almost like he was dying! A twisting knot formed in his stomach and it felt as though he was going to explode at any moment. 

“I… need to go. My intestines are shifting,” Ryomen said hollowly, slowly backing away and clutching his stomach. Before he turned around and bolted in the other direction.

He gaped with horror in the boy's bathroom, after a quick Google search, that confirmed one of two things: Kidney stones… or he just formed a massive crush on you. 

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[seikkoi]

𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗙 | tony stark x f!reader​

18+ minors dni

warnings: rough intercourse, shower s*x, explicit s*xual content

genre: theres no plot here just debauchery

word count: 1,329

a/n: i am bad at requests omg, sparsely proofread

Tony needs some stress relief- and he's far beyond waiting for you to finish your shower.

Tony reached a new limit for bullshit today. Actually, he was pushed much, much further.

The day had been jammed packed full of meetings, zoom calls, and annoying people. By five o’clock, he was one more redundant question away from breaking something. 

The tiring hours passed like kidney stones, but they passed regardless. Tony’s mind was set on relieving the headaches of the day before it was even over. The only thing that pulled him through was knowing that his favorite person was mere twenty minutes away- blissfully unaware of his plans.

To his credit, he does try to at least call you when he leaves the office to avoid showing up unannounced. You’re two miles in on the treadmill, music and footsteps drowning out the incessant vibrating. When Tony pulls into the driveway, you’re heading for the shower, still singing along. 

He’s only slightly worried something might be wrong when he calls out for you to not respond. Despite his eagerness and overwhelming need to put something else on his mind besides work, Tony tries to call you once more. Your phone buzzes absently on your bed as you rake shampoo through your hair. 

It’s nothing short of startling when you see a figure appear in your bathroom mirror. Your eyes focus, letting out a breath when you realize it’s just Tony. You realize how loud your music must be as you couldn’t hear him coming upstairs. The shower didn’t help either, water flowing loudly in the tiled chamber. 

Tony’s quicker than you, turning down the speaker with a light grin. 

“What’s with all the stealth?”, you ask playfully, pouring more soap onto your hands. You weren’t too put off by Tony’s sudden presence. He was normally home around this time, but then again, you normally answered when he called to tell you he was on the way. 

“Easy to sneak up on you when you’re having a private concert.”, he retorts, stepping into the bathroom. You notice his eyes in the reflection only stay on you for a moment, before slipping down to admire your figure in the foggy glass. 

Tony wants to thank any god watching for the sight in front of him. He figures someone must be looking out for him since he has you. Everything he needed from life, right there. Not to mention how damn good you looked. 

“You’re just jealous of my performance abilities.”, you chuckle, turning a bit to face him. Tony can’t help staring through the wet glass at the soap cascading down your body.

“Rough day?”, you ask, thinking he zoned out. Tony’s hands move to unbutton his wrinkled shirt, kicking off his shoes. He really wanted to be patient and wait, but you made it more than impossible. 

“Something like that.” Tony mutters, pants falling to his ankles. It’s then that you notice the swell growing in his boxers as his watch clatters on the counter. 

“Most people would just wait their turn.”, you tease, keeping your body facing him. It never took much to get Tony worked up, and you should have known his motives for watching you shower in the first place. 

“You are the one thing I’ve needed all day”, he answers, removing the last of his clothing and pulling the shower door open. The glass quietly closes behind him, giving you only a second before his arms wrap around your waist, capturing your lips in a slow, desperate kiss. 

Your fingers thread their way into dark, dampening curls, Tony’s member twitching against your thigh. He groans at the taste of your lips, feeling like he’s spent the last eight hours in a desert. His tongue swirls at the soft flesh before enveloping your mouth completely. 

Tony caresses every bit of skin he can get his hands on, running along your wet, silky skin. Just as the sight of you can easily turn him into a desperate, impatient mess- the same is true for his touch. You gasp as his fingertips tease your hardened nipples, arousal building between your legs. 

The kiss becomes hungrier, teeth scraping swollen lips. Tony’s hand abandons your chest to grip your thighs and pull you up. You don’t dare release his mouth from yours as you wrap your legs around your waist. Tony holds you with ease, taking a few steps to pin you at the shower wall. You’re right below the shower head, water raining down between your bodies. 

“Missed me that much, huh?” you say panting, pulling away when you feel Tony lining his hard member up to your slick entrance. 

Tony moans overtake the sound of the shower as the tip of his cock pushes into you. “You have no idea how badly I needed this.” 

“Fuck,’ he hisses in a drawn-out swear. Tony sank into the soft, wet heat of your cunt. With each moan that fell from your lips, the annoyance of the day got further behind him. 

You can barely care about the sting of pain from the warm tile digging into your back, tightening your lips around Tony’s waist. He keeps an iron grip on your legs, fingertips surely leaving bruises. Around you, the heat and steam billow above your head. 

Your back arches into his deep, steady thrusts as Tony’s head rests against your shoulder. You know you’re not going to last long like this, the angle letting Tony graze the perfect spot that makes your hips shudder. His neediness only makes it worse, hearing the desperation in his groans. Still, you can tell that he’s holding back. 

“Not made of glass,” you manage between gasping moans, humidity and steam dripping along your face. “Take what you need.”

It’s more than Tony needed to hear, pressing your body flush to the wall and thrusting into you hard. 

Despite your words a moment ago, his cock rams against your walls with enough force to make your hips sting as you cry out. 

The delicious spot he was simply grazing earlier takes every rough stroke. Your eyes roll at the overwhelming pleasure. 

You secretly hoped that Tony needed you every time he had a rough day at work. This needy, frustrated mood looked painfully good on him- bearded jaw clenched with furrowed brows. 

You feel your cunt grow wetter around him, sliding down your drenched bodies with the flow of the water. It’s not long until all your mind can focus on is the heavy air and Tony throbbing inside of you. The knot in your core surges each time he bottoms out and groans against your shoulder. 

“Better?”, he taunts, feeling your body shudder against him. 

You are much too fucked-out at this point tell Tony how good he feels. You can feel your legs weakened around his waist as Tony keeps you upright. Your fingers tighten in his hair, causing him to moan out your name in response.

The ache in your core starts to become unbearable, the soft walls of your spasming. Tony’s not far behind you, rough strokes turning unsteady as more curses escape him. His cock finds that sensitive spot twice more before you’re clamping around him, back arching against wet tile. Pleas of Tony’s name fall in rapid order as he reaches his own end. While your high finishes, he buries himself inside you, relishing in your shaky breaths. 

Eventually, Tony lets you stand, looking a thousand times more relaxed than when he walked in. Although you technically just did him a favor, he wears a smug grin on his face. 

Before you can give him shit for it, Tony cups your face in his hands to kiss you again, stroking your cheek. 

It’s a brief kiss, the sweet, heart-melting kind that reminds you why you (happily) tolerate him in the first place. Not to your surprise, he quickly ruins the moment.

Tony’s hand leaves your face to gesture at the walls around you, eyes inspecting gridded corners with impunity.  

“You ever think about getting a bigger shower?” 

#tony stark #tony stark fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #tony stark smut #tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #mcu smut #seikkoiwrites

[lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Currently stuck on the road, on a 7 hour drive to my cousin's wedding, logically I had to occupy my time during this. Then I remembered that this was in my drafts and I decided to finish this shitpost. All the images are from the Brazilian Masterchef, btw.

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ Dishes that I'm sure were made by Solomon / Lilia

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Like, I don't even know how that's possible. This, my dears, was supposed to be a kind of currant-filled biscuit, relatively easy to bake and all if you follow the recipe. Why it has this gooey appearance I have no idea, maybe they wanted to create a new kind of gelatin or something ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ I don't even have words for it. This dish is pork roast beef with caramelized onions and biju farofa to accompany it, I've never had it but I imagine it would be delicious. The presentation of the dish, on the other hand, is horrible, the meat doesn't seem to be cooked enough and that onion... They remind me of my kidney stones lol, no further comments about it. This is the kind of dish I imagine every time someone comments on how bad Solomon/Lilia cooks.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ What we're seeing is roasted sardines served in tomato sauce, accompanied by zucchini and grilled eggplant. I don't know, this dish gives me mixed feelings, like I would eat it (honestly, I would eat all the dishes because I have absolutely no sense of preservation 🥺✌️), But seriously, it's not pretty to look at. Legends say that the more you look at this image, the less you want to eat that sardine.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Not a bad dish, technically speaking. But the aesthetic caught my attention, like??? Why is the quail like this lmao??? Though seriously, who enters a competition like Masterchef and serves quail with mashed potatoes??? It's a simple dish that you eat with your family and friends, not good enough to be served here, man. However, if the flavor is exceptionally good I imagine the judges won't mind 🤔🤔

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Conclusion: for everyone's sake I hope twst and obey me never have a crossover, as the world would never recover from the dishes these two would cook together.

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[mariaofdoranelle]

The Courtship Deception - Part 7: Fight or Flight

Fic masterlist

Written for @throneofglassmicrofics

Sorry I disappeared, my mom is running for vice-dean at our uni and the elections got me so hyped!! Keeping track of the gossip alone could be a full-time job heheheheh

Anyway this chapter might go to the top 3 most unserious things I ever wrote lol

Warnings: duel with no depictions of violence; gay pining and heartbreak at its peak

Words: 1011 (oops!)

Aelin sat nestled under Rowan’s arm, both of them waiting at 6:58 p.m. in that forgotten temple. The sun was setting in different hues of blue and orange past crumbled walls, and her lover’s fingers combing through her hair were the only reassuring thing that day; they said, I’m here. I’m here for you.

The rejection of her marriage proposal wasn’t taken to heart—marrying Rowan right now would be a mean to an end, that being living on her own terms. It didn’t surprise her that he didn’t want that for himself.

What did surprise her is that, after all that, he still agreed to fight her suitors. Just because I’m not getting engaged to you this month, it doesn’t mean that I want other dudes to, he previously explained, and there he was: waiting for Chaol and Dorian to show up. After scolding Fenrys for making duel propositions on his behalf, of course, but he was still here at the end of the day.

“So…” Dorian trailed, announcing himself, and beelined his way to them by dodging the temple’s ruins. “How many people did Rowan propose a duel to?”

“Gods.” Chaol coughed, keeping some distance behind Dorian. “I better not die in this shithole.”

Aelin grimaced, just now remembering his allergies—between ancient stones and the moss-covered floor, things weren’t looking good for him.

“Evening, suitors.” Fenrys paced before what was supposed to be the altar, hands clasped behind his back. “As an unofficial coordinator of Aelin’s courtship, I arranged this—“

“I thought it was Rowan’s idea,” Dorian interrupted.

“Rowan challenged you two on a thruel.”

“A what?” Rowan asked.

“A thruel.” The “coordinator” sighed. “A duel of three.”

Chaol frowned. “How does that work—“

“Perfect.” Rowan slapped both hands on his thighs to get up. “Swords or guns?”

Her lips parted slightly. So he knew his way around a sword and a gun both. That’s… fuck, that’s definitely hot.

Fenrys had a devilish grin on. “Guns.”

“But right now?” Chaol looked around, seeking reassurance. “We don’t want to frighten Aelin, right?”

“Don’t worry,” Aelin said, moving to find a better sight of the whole temple. “Aelin isn’t frightened at all.”

None of the men seemed excited about the thruel, but they stood still, waiting for Fenrys to retrieve the guns. Between her three suitors, her bodyguard gave each an odd-looking gun. Aelin squinted her eyes as an attempt to get a better look, make sense of their bulkier build and little kidney-looking black thingy on top. Then he pulled out a bulletproof vest of sorts, but it looked so flimsy.

Wait a second.

“We’re choosing my future husband over paintball?” Aelin shrieked, incredulous.

Not that she was actually marrying any of them, but she had to play the part here.

“Yes,” Fenrys said, eyes hard. “It is an act of bravery, since it bruises like a bitch, and the last thing I need is a prince and a lord dying on my watch.”

“Or two princes,” Chaol added.

Rowan snorted, barely managing to keep his thoughts to himself.

After Fenrys revealed the true nature of the thruel, her suitors had a new lightness on the way they carried themselves, each finding a spot behind the ruins so the game could start.

Dorian even winked at Fenrys, and Aelin had yet to find out what that was about. By the way Chaol’s jaw clenched as he watched, the thruel was heated before it even started.

“Game on!” their designated referee signed.

With cautious advances, Chaol focused on Dorian. The other man did the same, so keen on attacking each other that they seemed to forget that this was a duel of three.

Rowan, who hadn’t moved an inch, sent Fenrys a confused look. A shrug was the only response he got.

Chaol ran to a nearer pillar, firing off a series of shots before he slid into cover again.

“Shoot me!” Dorian shouted, got up from behind his cover, and theatrically threw his gun on the floor. “What’s a paintball bruise compared to what you did to me?”

“What I did to you?” Chaol’s gaze slid from Dorian to Fenrys. Uh-oh. He continued, “You think I should be sorry? Well, I am! I really am sorry I was so hooked on you it upended my entire life—“

“But we were so close!” Dorian said. “I was fighting for you, and I was this close to convincing my mother about our worthiness when I found out about this… ploy to marry Aelin. Seriously, Chaol? My best friend?”

“Oh!” The lord let out an incredulous laugh. “I’m sorry, I thought I was your best friend!”

“You might’ve been in the past, but I don’t love you like a best friend anymore!”

Chaol’s face softened. “You love me?”

The two went on, too wrapped up to notice Aelin leaning closer to Fenrys and whispering, “Should we give them some privacy?”

“Nah.” A pause so her friend could catch on part of their dialogue. “I’m too curious about why they were chasing you.”

Aelin thought it was out of parental pressure like in her case, which probably happened with them too, but it seemed to be also to affect each other. She met Rowan’s gaze from the other side of the temple, and the poor guy looked lost, still in his thruel position.

Dorian soon caught up on his lack of privacy and led Chaol out of the temple so they could talk more, and only then Rowan left his spot behind a ruin. “Did I win?”

Aelin sighed, a fake wondrous look on her face. “My hero,” she joked.

He laughed and tugged her to him, trailing pecks from her face down her neck.

“You won the last round,” Aelin admitted before picking up Dorian’s gun from the floor. “Wanna lose the next one?”

His eyes glinted with amusement. “Do you want to lose it?”

They had been on dates—as much as a hard-working outcast prince and a sheltered heiress could within the span of twelve days—but none of them were as interesting as paintball at an abandoned temple.

“Hey!” Fenrys shouted, running their way. “I wanna play too!”

A/N: i can’t believe that it's finally me and you and you and me just us and your friend Steve DODODODODODODO STEVE

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[trans-axolotl]

some of Eli Clare's writing about diagnosis feels very relevant to discussions on tumblr right now:

"It’s impossible to grapple with cure without encountering white Western medical diagnosis—ink on paper in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders and the International Classification of Diseases, a process in the hands of doctors, a system of categorization. I want to read diagnosis as a source of knowledge, sometimes trustworthy and other times suspect. As a tool and a weapon shaped by particular belief systems, useful and dangerous by turns. As a furious storm, exerting pressure in many directions.

Simply put, diagnosis wields immense power. It can provide us access to vital medical technology or shame us, reveal a path toward less pain or get us locked up. It opens doors and slams them shut.

Diagnosis names the conditions in our body-minds, charts the connections between them. It holds knowledge. It organizes visceral realities. It draws borders and boundaries, separating fluid in the lungs from high blood pressure, ulcers from kidney stones, declaring anxiety attacks distinct from heart attacks, post-traumatic stress disconnected from depression. It legitimizes some pain as real; it identifies other pain as psychosomatic or malingering. It reveals little about the power of these borders and boundaries. Through its technology—x-rays, MRIs, blood draws, EKGs, CAT scans—diagnosis transforms our three-dimensional body-minds into two-dimensional graphs and charts, images on light boards, symptoms in databases, words on paper. It holds history and creates baselines. It predicts the future and shapes all sorts of decisions. It unleashes political and cultural forces. At its best, diagnosis affirms our distress, orients us to what’s happening in our body-minds, helps make meaning out of chaotic visceral experiences.

But diagnosis rarely stays at its best. It can also disorient us or de- value what we know about ourselves. It can leave us with doubts, questions, shame. It can catapult us out of our body-minds. All too often diagnosis is poorly conceived or flagrantly oppressive. It is brandished as authority, our body-minds bent to match diagnostic criteria rather than vice versa. Diagnosis can become a cover for what health care providers don’t understand; become more important than our messy visceral selves; become the totality of who we are.

...

It is impossible to name all the ways in which diagnosis is useful.

It propels eradication and affirms what we know about our own body-minds. It extends the reach of genocide and makes meaning of the pain that keeps us up night after night. It allows for violence in the name of care and creates access to medical technology, human services, and essential care. It sets in motion social control and guides treatment that provides comfort. It takes away self-determination and saves lives. It disregards what we know about our own body-minds and leads to cure.

Diagnosis is useful, but for whom and to what ends?"

-Eli Clare, Brilliant Imperfection pg 41-42, 48.

#personal #disability #disability pride month #diagnosis #disability justice #anyway something i think is missing from so many conversations about diagnosis is the understanding that diangosis #is rarely collaborative or consensual. #the destructive power of diagnosis can be immense #and the fact that our systems are set up to require it? is so incredibly damaging #and disabled advocacy that seeks to expand access to diagnosis without also trying to abolish diagnosis requirements for things like #monetary assistance. accomdations. access. etc #is not disability advocacy that takes into consideration cross-disability solidarity. it does not take into consideration historical + #current harms of the medical system. it does not take into consideration intersectionality; how race class gender + other identities are #crucial in understanding who is harmed by diagnosis. and who is able to acess benefits #disability advocacy that does not interrogate why these systems require proof and diagnosis and appeals to medical authoirty #is not disability advocacy that will lead to liberation

[jeonqkooks]

I want whoever said I love you first, I'm sure it was Jungkook

our beloved summer; a drabble

“No, no, no, stop squeezing me so hard. I have to pee!”

You’re lounging on the couch with Jungkook wrapped tightly around your body, his arms holding your waist and one of his legs thrown over yours. It’s a Friday night but it’s raining like ass outside and despite the bad weather, some of your friends are still going out to release their stress after an exhausting midterms week. You two, obviously, could not be bothered.

“Then go pee,” Jungkook laughs lightly, untangling himself from you.

“But I’m so comfortable now,” you whine as you bury your face in the crook of his neck and sniff him. He’s warm and he smells like fresh laundry; he could be a good substitute for a bed.

One of his hands sneaks down to pat your butt innocently. “Come on, go pee. Do it for your kidneys.”

You make a noise against his neck, not budging from your makeshift pillows that are really just his muscles, until he starts pressing against your stomach, making you want to freaking explode from all the liquid you’re holding in.

"Seriously. My cousin had to pass kidney stones last year. It's a shitty process."

“Fine, jeez, stop! Dipshit…” you groan, moving to get up from the couch but not before you punch him square in the chest for being a douche. Laughing, Jungkook pretends to be hurt even though you both know your fist did absolutely no damage to him.

He watches you grumpily walk to the bathroom, and when you waddle back out a few minutes later — visibly more relaxed, he’s already semi-vertical, sitting (sinking) into the cushions lazily. You plop onto the couch again, your legs stretched across his lap as he rests a hand on your bare thigh, settling for the spot below where your sleep shorts end.

It’s very… domestic. Making instant cup ramen and wiping stains of spicy broth off each other’s faces as you eat. Cuddling on his couch afterward and being antisocial together, with him right behind you and chuckling at a funny meme every few minutes while you scroll through your socials. Reminding you to drink water and then reminding you to go relieve your bladder.

Feels like you’ve been doing this forever and not just shy of nine months.

You go back to looking at your phone, nearly ugly-snorting when you open the picture of Taehyung that Jimin just sent to the group chat. Now, Jungkook supposes, is as good a time as any.

“Hey,” he starts, and you reply with a quiet Hmm? to let him know you’re listening.

What Jungkook means to say is, I love you. What he could say instead to dilute the weight of those three words with something a little more lighthearted so you wouldn’t be as freaked out, is I think I'm going crazy because I might be falling in love with you, even though he knows he’s already reached that destination.

He’s been thinking about this. This being how to say it without making it overwhelming and having you run off on him, because these are big words he wants to tell you. A milestone. Jungkook knows you’re not used to any of it.

What he does end up saying is, I would do a lot of things for you. Taking a step forward and hoping that you’ll meet him halfway.

Your eyes drift upward to meet his, warm and chocolate brown and shimmering. Everything feels like fairy lights and a mug of hot cocoa. The only thing missing is snowfall outside your window, but it’s only nearing the third week of October.

“Like what?” you ask.

Jungkook rubs absentminded patterns into your skin. “Anything you ask me to,” he answers, pupils surely dilated half way to Saturn as he holds your gaze, a soft smile playing on his lips. He just knows that he must look like a lovesick puppy right now. “Would you let me?”

You narrow your eyes at him, tone accusing as you say, “What did you break?”

“What? Nothing!”

“Then what’s happening?” you chuckle teasingly as you poke his side with your foot. “Why are you getting sentimental all of a sudden? So mushy.”

You’re starting to deflect. He saw it coming from a mile away.

The truth is, Jungkook has been ready to say it before quite a while now, even before the new school year started. He was ready even before you parted ways for a month over the summer to go visit your respective families. He wanted to say it then, too.

“I’m trying," he tells you, which doesn't really count as elaborating.

"To do what?"

He simply shrugs. "To be respectful of your boundaries. To not scare you off."

"Why would you scare me off? What boundaries?" You prop yourself on your elbows, shifting your legs on his lap. You let out a nervous laugh, because Jungkook isn't making very much sense right now. "If you keep beating around the bush, I might think you're telling me you lo—"

Oh.

You watch him watch you piece it together, and then you watch his lips as he carries on, “Yeah. That. You know what I’m trying to say.”

Your mouth opens and closes. It does that a few times even though no sound comes out.

“Don't be pressured or anything," he reassures you. "I just wanted you to know where this is going for me. It's not on you to feel responsible for my feelings."

If this were the old you, your first reaction would probably be to get up and run. Change your name. Move to a country where nobody knows who you are. Start a new life. As if you're on the run from the law and someone had just found out about your identity. As if you aren't just a girl, sitting next to a boy, hearing him tell you that he loves you.

You reckon you would remember this forever. How your heart is beating so hard that your ribs might crack. How you might want to say it back. How you might want to say it back right now and not have to wait a minute longer. How it’s going to be real once the words are uttered. How you hope this would never end. How it would hurt like hell if it did.

You think a stupid thought, I’m like an onion. He’s peeling me open layer by layer.

Then, selfishly, I hope I’m not the one that falls harder.

Thunder crackles outside the window, spurring you on, calling you a coward. This is the same damn thing that you've been trying not to do — pondering the end even before the beginning, finding flaws in every little thing, focusing on the hypothetical negativity just so you could justify your excuse to not let anyone in.

Love is not foolproof, but you have to take a chance anyway.

Minutes pass by, and Jungkook still loves you throughout your silence.

“Say it,” you decide, fully sitting up now. Your phone lights up with notifications from your friends, something about Taehyung almost throwing up on the sidewalk and Hoseok potentially going home with someone. It sounds like they're having a nice time, but you could get to their updates later. You flip your phone over so you could focus on only Jungkook.

“What?” he asks, head tilting slightly as he looks at you.

“I think I want to hear you say it.”

“Are you sure?” He turns to face you better. “I don’t want to force you if you aren’t ready.”

“I’m sure," you confirm, fighting every instinct to run away. "Say what you mean.”

Jungkook doesn't though, not immediately. He watches you for another moment, trying to see if he should really do it. Trying to give you one last chance to bolt if you change your mind.

But you sit still, holding your breath, waiting for him to help you let him in. There's no going back after this.

“Okay," he says, warm hand still on your skin. "I lov—"

“No, wait! Turn around."

Jungkook blinks.

You blink, flustered. "Turn around. Don't look at me."

He stays in the same position for approximately twenty seconds before he finally turns, chuckling lowly to himself. This is taking a whole process just to get three words out. But it's fine. It's okay. He'll go at whatever pace you want him to.

You're worth it to him.

Once Jungkook is facing the empty wall next to the couch, the words roll off his tongue so easily. The ones that he has never said to anyone else; the ones that you've never had said to you before. Not in this way.

“I love you.”

He hears you breathe out, then in again. Your arms wound around his waist as you scoot close, until your front is flushed against his back. Your heartbeat is so loud that he can feel it, thudding, thudding, thudding...

You tell him with your chin resting on his shoulder, echoing what he told you earlier, "I— I would do a lot of things for you too."

You're returning his sentiment, just not in the exact same words. It's still a lot more than he initially hoped for, and while Jungkook does want to hear you say what you mean as well, he's content with this.

It's a promise that you'll do it soon; he just has to wait for a little bit.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts smut #bts angst #fic: our beloved summer

[dabilove27]

Hi Rach 🥰🥰

Could I request prompt #3 with Madara Uchiha, mayhaps? ❤️

Or honestly write whoever you want for that prompt, with a little dash of angst. I love that prompt so I’m excited to see what you do with it!

Congrats on your follower milestone my love! 💕

Hello lovely Lauren!!!! I am sorry this took me so long! Life and kidney stones completely destroyed my schedule! Thank you so much to @lady-lunaaa for giving this a quick read through!

Link to the masterlist

Warnings: hints of intimate moments, established relationship, pet name “my love” and a hint of angst. Let me know if I missed anything!

At night, the moon shines high and bright, casting its rays through your open window and illuminating Madara's skin. The weight of unspoken words fills the room with an uneasy silence. The two of you lay naked in your bed, the covers half strewn across your bodies.

"I thought you weren't going back," you finally muster up, your mouth dry and throat aching from the noises that had recently escaped you in an intimate moment with the man staring blankly at your ceiling. 

"I wasn't going to, but I must finish what I started. I can't allow this failed experiment to continue any further." Madara’s words drip with contempt.

You release a slight hum of acknowledgment even though there's an ache in your heart. You didn't anticipate developing feelings for the enigmatic man who arrived in town one day, brimming with animosity and rage. After spending a few unrestricted nights together at your home, you witnessed his passion and brilliant mind. He was definitely unlike any previous partner you've had.

Madara shared his aspirations for Konohagakure and how they were shattered when he witnessed his clan being suppressed by the Senjus. While he exudes confidence and cockiness in his ability to combat Hashirama, you feel apprehensive and concerned that the outcome could be fatal.

You wish he would stay by your side and abandon his plans to attack the village, but Madara is resolute. Is it foolish to desire a family to attain happiness with him? If you were to reveal your knowledge about him to others, they would definitely answer in the affirmative. The heart can be fragile when it comes to love, sometimes overlooking the flaws, especially when Madara manages to captivate you so swiftly.

The first time you saw him, he appeared like a shadow in the night. His long, dark hair that glistened in the moonlight. Scars littered the hard planes of his body. There were deep stress lines beneath his dark eyes. All of it drew you in. To put it mildly, he was handsome. 

Despite the logical warning to not pursue this elusive figure, your heart couldn’t resist his beckoning. The thought of him departing and never returning was too painful to bear. So instead of pushing the issue, you let your fingers trace over his toned stomach, following each scar slowly. 

That was your intention, or so you thought. Instead of controlling your emotions, you blurted out selfishly, "But what about me?"

Madara shifts his gaze towards you and carefully observes the anxiety and exasperation visible on your face with his intense, dark eyes. "My love, what about you?" He repeats the question you asked earlier. As he pulls you towards him, his face draws nearer to yours. His lips are against yours for a moment, and you can taste the remnants of you on his tongue. Just a reminder of how close the two of you were just moments ago. 

Madara pulls away from you too quickly and lets out a short growl as he whispers, "For you, my love, I would destroy the world." 

Thanks for reading!

#madara uchiha #madara uchiha x reader #madara x reader #madara uchiha x you #madara x you #madara drabble #naruto drabble #rach's 300 follower event #my writing

[everlastiingiimmortals]

(Some of) The Achievements of Dr. Ratio

And Elaborations on Their Significance: A Review

As transcribed from the Keeping Up with Star Rail video because that shit was hard to read

Medicine: Developed serum for lithogenesis, completely lifting the shadow of the "King of Diseases"

Philosophy: Published What is Knowledge, acclaimed as the "ultimate answer to all 'epistemological' questions."

Natural Theology: Published the work Aeons: A Natural Phenomenon, hailed as the "most sacred prophet of Aeon non-theism."

Mathematics: Published a paper entitled "A Solution to the Marta-Cishian Undirected Connectivity Problem in Metric Spaces," successfully solving three of the "Seven Challenges in Contemporary Mathematics" left by Genius Society #56, Elias Salas.

Physics: Established the Ratio Unified Field Theory, thoroughly elucidating the spaciotemporal discrete structure that was once obscure to humanity.

Computer Science: Published a paper entitled "Existence Proof of the Fyangu Function," opening the doors to solving numerous problems in computer science.

Engineering: Led the research on the Energy Black-Body Radiation Generator, resolving the energy crisis of the century (multiple Amber Eras).

Biology: Published papers on "The Neurobiological Mechanisms of the Nesting Behavior of Witherflies" and "The Metabolism of the Ahriman Archaea." As Genius Society member #55 Yu Qingtu once said, these two papers "accelerated the scientific world's understanding of species evolution by 1000 years."

This sounds like a load of honky, right? Yeah. So let's break it down and address what we can here. Keep in mind that while I am a biologist (officially, in five months) and intimately familiar with evolution and ecology, I know Very Fucking Little about everything else! I am looking into sources while I go through this.

So, the first thing: what is lithogenesis?

Looking into the breakdown of the word, we can split it into its prefix particle and the suffix particle: 'litho' and 'genesis'. The prefix 'litho-' refers to stones, such as in lithiasis, which is the pathological creation of stones (like kidney stones) in the body. -genesis refers, obviously, to the beginning, development, or production of something, such as in osteogenesis, the production of bone. But if lithiasis already exists, then what might lithogenesis mean? Given that it is referred to as the King of Diseases (which is another interesting note), my guess is that it is perhaps a more literal version of scleroderma (an autoimmune disease that causes the skin to thicken and harden), where the skin or other parts of the body literally turns to stone. This is significant for another reason, which is that Ratio is Greek (as well as Roman, but we'll get into the points of his character design with another post). Some of the most famous monsters of Greek mythology are the Gorgons, of which Medusa is the most notorious. What did the Gorgons do? Turn people to stone. I'd like to propose that lithogenesis is perhaps a degenerative disease that previously had no cure in which the body undergoes accelerated petrification caused by a creature not dissimilar to the Gorgon, though I hesitate to suggest that the disease is as fast acting as the Gorgons' stare is.

Second: What is Knowledge and epistemology

I don't have much to say about this one as I am not well versed in philosophy, but a quick google search says that epistemology is "the theory of knowledge, especially with regard to its methods, validity, and scope. Epistemology is the investigation of what distinguishes justified belief from opinion." AKA: What do people know, and how do they know what they know? Further digging says that epistemological debates revolve around four main areas: 1) the analysis of the nature of knowledge, as well as the conditions for belief to constitute as knowledge (truth, reason); 2) sources of knowledge or belief (memory, reason, perception, testimony); 3) the structure of knowledge or belief (foundations of belief vs. coherent justification); 4) skepticism, which basically questions all of that, and the implications for such skepticism. I found this to be neat because this is Ratio's fundamental approach to teaching, and I just thought that was fun. Epistemology has been debated since ancient Greek philosophy, and that tie-in to his entire character was nice.

Third: Aeon non-theism

Now this was real fun to see, and I ended up laughing about it to some friends because from the outside, it looks like Nous' rejection of Ratio left him so petty he became an atheist, and perhaps that is true, but it holds far more significance to his character than that. The Aeons, all of them, are higher-dimensional entities widely worshiped as gods by all sorts of people across the galaxies (also called Gods of the Stars in Chinese), and even the Genius Society treat Nous as a god with more than some level of fanaticism. The Aeons are prayed to, sworn by, given offerings, and bless followers with their powers. It's not hard to see why they are considered gods. Yet Dr. Ratio basically challenges that with a reference to the Aeons as natural phenomena, rather than divine beings. The idea of natural theology in general is interesting, and I guess it has to do with the fact that the Aeons, while perceived as gods, do have direct and tangible impacts and effects on the natural world. I imagine that Dr. Ratio argues that Aeons are the product of an entity (or multiple) embodying a belief, movement, or philosophy to its utter and exhaustive extreme, and that what makes a god is whether or not they are perceived as worthy of worship, yet every single thing in the universe is subject to scrutiny and criticism. Worship introduces blindness, tunnel vision, fanaticism, and ignorance, and erases scrutiny and reason. It is as he says: "the Path of Erudition has neither reason nor logic." As Ratio scrutinizes all things, he therefore worships nothing, thus directly challenging the widespread worship of not just the Aeons, but those they favor and choose to represent them (hi Genius Society ;) ).

Fourth: ....Math.

Again, not much to say here (I don't even know if the problems addressed are mentioned in-game as readables, but I might do some digging tomorrow to find out) but I find it especially significant to point out that he solved problems that even Elias Salas, one of the most famous Genius Society members, did not (or left behind). I need to stress that Ratio is a genius. He is. What gatekeeps him from the Genius Society is not capability, but principle. Elias Salas (along with #22, Aiden) is incredibly unique among the Genius Society members for being someone who actively shared his findings and inventions with the public, handing the rights to the Synesthesia Beacon as well as long-range communications technology to the Intelligentsia Guild. But Ratio's focus is less on the pursuit and breakthrough of uncharted knowledge and more on the sharing and use of knowledge to educate and help others. Though he's certainly made breakthroughs himself, it's clear he does so with the intent of bettering lives, not just because he can. Maybe one could argue that he isn't "genius enough," but really? I just think that he cares too much. This point just goes to show that he is on par with the Geniuses of the Society, and that the existence of said Society introduces elitism into the picture more than the word already does -- hence Ratio's repeated use of the phrase "ivory tower."

Five: ...Physics.

So I did end up looking into unified theories for a more comprehensive understanding of what the fuck was so significant, and this is... admittedly far beyond the scope of anything I comprehend (obviously). But from what I could understand of current theoretical physics is that the unified theory is a goal of modern physicists, some single theory that can be used to marry the concepts of electromagnetism and gravity, as they're currently under two separate theories with no relation to one another. There is no singular, widely agreed upon theory as of right now, while the String Theory (vibrations of one-dimensional "strings" determine the properties of these strings, and each vibrational state corresponds to a particle) is one such attempt to do so it is not without its many criticisms. The idea of a unified theory was one that Einstein himself had tried, even on his deathbed, to formulate, but never managed to solve. It's been almost 70 years since then in our time, yet we can assume from the wording of the achievements that a unified theory that concisely joined forces (gravity) with fields (electromagnetism) was not proposed until Dr. Ratio, or at least was not improved until he posited his theory. ...In normal English: that's fucking huge. Truly, I wish I had more insight into the topic so that I could explain its applications, but I don't. Maybe this will be something I can return to later? I dunno. I'm not a quantum physicist adslkfjhsad

Six: ...Computer Science.

Okay this one actually genuinely holds no substance that I can write about aside from wow did you know Dr. Ratio is a polymath and super smart and cool and-

Seven: Energy crisis and black-body radiation

Back to the interesting things! So, to put it simply, black-body radiation refers to the light (electromagnetic radiation) a black-body emits when it is heated, as higher temperatures mean higher velocity of the charged particles on the surface of the black-body. The thing is that a black-body in the true sense is only a idealized object, not a realized one -- though black holes are predicted to get pretty close as they absorb almost all radiation rather than reflect it. After doing some reading, the reason this is so significant is that most real-world objects are not black-bodies, and thus only radiate a fraction of the energy that they theoretically would if they were black-bodies. Stars and planets are approximated as black-bodies when estimating their surface temperature, so... My guess is that Dr. Ratio was able to manufacture a material as close to a black-body as he possibly could, or discovered a celestial black-body that he could harness the radiation of, and engineered a generator that could use that power as efficiently as possible -- utilizing an isolated vacuum, the amount of radiated energy lost to gas particles or escaping the system would be reduced or near-entirely eliminated, thus providing far more energy than any systems or generators applied today.

Eight: Neurobiology and metabolism.

Now this is more my speed. The relation of neurobiological activity to cognition and behavior is actually specifically my major, but admittedly there is not much I can discuss without a mode of comparison. What are witherflies? What are they related to? How does their nesting behavior differ from that of other species related to them, and why is that significant for the understanding of cognition or their evolution? I could talk at length about sexual selection and intrasexual competition, about wars of attrition and the handicap hypothesis, but without something to compare to it's a bit of a moot point, especially since none of these nesting behaviors are described. Nesting is also very different from courtship, while both can (and do) affect the neurobiology (and physiology!) of both male and female individuals of a species, how and when they do so differs between each scenario. The metabolism of the Ahriman Archaea is an entirely different look into organisms which I find interesting for a different reason: archaea are single-celled organisms that, unlike bacteria, have genes (like us!) and unlike us are capable of utilizing far more energy sources than just organic compounds, such as metal ions or even hydrogen gas. Dr. Ratio's discoveries about the metabolism(s) of the species within the Ahriman Archaea could very well have provided immense insight into the evolution of life in that ecosystem, or whether or not said life can be traced to another galaxy or another point of origin. Another thing that I do want to point to here is the fact that he was acknowledged and praised by Yu Qingtu, someone that Ruan Mei mentions and I believe she considered a friend, or at least someone worthy of admiration.

TLDR: Dr. Ratio is absolutely a big deal and his spite towards the Genius Society is entirely justified, fuck you Screwllum.

#Willow Rambles #//about; (DOCTOR OF TRUTH) #i thought this would be longer than my piece on jy's relation to the aeons but i'm about 150 words short of that one #still sfdlgkjhadslfkjha #THIS TOOK SOOOO LONG

[sgiandubh]

Lionsgate/*** quarter call - not so good as it seems

While I am still fumbling around with the strike's aftermath, let me just quickly say a word or two about ***'s last quarter call, yesterday. Nobody does it as @cb4tb, but FWIW, here goes:

I should immediately say I could not watch the replay on the link provided by the initial press release (here: https://investors.lionsgate.com/news-and-events/press-releases/2023/10-19-2023-140125017), despite my total good will to take one for the team, go to bed early and wake-up at ungodly hours. I have no idea why - maybe access is somehow limited? I would never know, I had no 403 error in my browser, so... 🤷‍♀️. Instead, I could peruse the paper version of the standard Company Quarterly Report (US SEC Form 10-Q), along with some scarce press comments, for a bit of context.

The document is damn long (94 pages) and it reads exactly like I presumed: a kidney stone would be easier to pass (https://investors.lionsgate.com/financial-reports/sec-filings). It's perhaps worth for this phrase alone (on page 43), which really made me stop in my tracks:

At the time of the document's public release, it is technically true and accurate that the tentative deal between AMPTP and SAG-AFTRA still has to be approved by the union's members. However, given the horrendous impact of the strike on almost all things Hollywood and California, for that matter (more on this in a separate post), it's more than likely the deal will hold. The rest is dire: more slashing of content to come, 'if the Company is unable to efficiently complete the production of the film, TV show or program or decides to abandon the production'.

While this does not seem to affect Season 8, this could (I repeat: could) mean that: a) BOMB is gone and b) MIK3 is no longer a priority (the fact that MIK 2, as OL, was listed among the last quarter premieres is not a guarantee it will be continued - not the same amplitude as OL). If so, Season 8 might start shooting as soon as January 2024, since it already has all the needed infrastructure and staff readily available at Cumbernauld (yes, Mordor, the peasant you all love to hate managed perhaps to save the day again!). So OL is doing ok on that side, unlike other productions of other studios, who reportedly started a mad scramble for location scouting and staff recruiting, just before the festive season - that is a big competitive advantage and one of the main reasons I believe it's still entirely possible to pull it off.

The 'thriving' future (according to Feltheimer, that genius 🙄) of *** as a standalone company is still something we severely lack data on, as Lionsgate kept its commitment to go on with the acquisition of Entertainment One (you know, the Peppa Pig people), for a mere 375 million USD, to be completed by January 31, 2024. At the same time, *** is not the only actor on the US media & tech market to proceed to lay-offs and it seems to fare better than many, as I already supposed and told you:

(Sourced at: https://variety.com/2023/tv/news/starz-layoffs-exit-uk-australia-lionsgate-1235779627/).

Something to be closely monitored in the upcoming weeks. I think it's going to be worth it. Sorry for not bringing any sensational content today and I know it's dull and probably uninteresting AF, but it's there and it has to be taken into account, for sure. So yes, 'not as good as it seems' (profit is now mainly driven by motion picture, not television production), but not as bad as expected by the prophets of doom across the street, who - as usually - have no damn idea of what they are talking about.

#sag aftra strike

[mintmatcha]

You should totally write it; you’ve got an amazing way with words, and I really like how you write adult readers who don’t fit the “perfect” reader-insert box

lol heres some more of my fake book--- now with the OTHER love interest

“Some of us-” Lex types hard enough that the keys chunk with every hit,  “Don’t have a lot of dating options.”

Ian sits up just enough to peer over his glasses and computer monitor, eyebrow quirked. He, as always, looks unamused, dark eyes narrowed suspiciously thin as he takes her in. “What’s that// supposed to mean?”

The urge to jam her foot into her mouth hits Lex like a truck. While her dating life has been less than spectacular, Ian’s has been nonexistent. In the two years he’s worked alongside her, he’s only ever mentioned one date-- and his mood was soured for weeks afterwards. In fact, the topic always made him dour, even when Lex talked about her own spectacularly awful dating life. 

“I didn’t mean you,” Lex peeks up at him and catches his steady gaze,  “It’s just hard to date when you’re not a pretty girl.”

He processes this for a moment, then sinks down and resumes working. The little figurine on the top of his desk waggles as he works.

“Well, that’s kind of a moot point. You’re attractive.”

Lex can’t even process what he says at first. She just scoffs, then thinks, then scoffs again. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I have been working on this code for eight straight hours,” he says simply, pecking away,  “I don’t have enough neurons firing to lie to you right now. You’re attractive. The end.”

A chill runs across her skin. He says it so easily, so clearly, in ways March always seemed to skirt around. The flourish and the dance of flirting always worked on her, but directness is a luxury.

“Ian-” she says, voice softer than she wants.

“People just don’t date you because you’re pessimistic and self sabotaging.”

The moment is gone. She returns immediately to the onslaught of emails ahead of her, grumbling under her breath. “And here I thought you were finally being nice to me.”

“Again- not nice, just the truth.” He pushes away from his desk with a sigh, standing. He looks lankier than usual, towering over her when he passes. “I’m grabbing an energy drink.”

“Those things will give you kidney stones,” she calls after him, “You should drink water. And eat something.”

Ian turns on his heel, hands jammed into his hoodie pocket like a moody adolescent. “Don’t talk about my kidneys. That’s weird.”

“Take a proper lunch and I’ll never talk about your kidneys again.”

When he returns ten minutes later, he has the energy drink in question, along with a bag hooked on his elbow and a coffee in the other. He slides the warm beverage on to the corner of her mouse pad wordlessly before flopping into his seat. 

She regards it carefully, peeking at the label on the side. It’s her order-- the same thing she gets every Friday morning from the shop downstairs. Did he ask the workers about her? Or did he just… pay attention? Both of those options sound ridiculous. Lex writes it up to a lucky guess.

“Thanks,” she says. The earnesty makes her stomach unsettled, so she throws in a jab, “I prefer iced though.”

Ian stands again, reaching over both monitors. “Fine, I’ll drink it then.”

“Hey now!” Lex snatches it back and swears her coworker actually smiles for once, rolling his eyes as he sits back down.

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Hang on, is there more than one definition of mineral? Like, when you said they aren't organic, I immediately thought of pearls, 'cause they're classed as a mineraloid, right? Or like amber (I thought it was a mineraloid, but I guess it isn't according to the IMA? Are they the only authority on minerals? Then I looked at biogenic minerals and organic minerals, and apparently those are two different things, and this was only like in the past hour, but tbh, if there's like a more clear definition and delineation, it's be useful to know the difference/categories. I can't really figure it out myself here. I honestly thought at least some minerals were organic in origin. @_@'''

Well if you’re talking about nutrition, then “mineral” has a completely different meaning, so yeah I guess so!

But regarding geology, this is what I meant by “there are tons of weird exceptions.” When you get into concepts like biomineralization, the definition of a mineral gets really complicated! Because tons of living things produce stuff that fits every definition of a mineral except that it happened through a biological process. Is the aragonite in seashells a mineral? The calcium oxalate in kidney stones? What about the silica in diatoms? What about your bones? Should ore deposits count if they were created by bacteria? And the answer the scientific community has come up with is... sometimes we count them as minerals and sometimes we don't, and it's actually not all that important!

Here’s a silly thought: ice only counts as a mineral when it is naturally occurring, because the definition of a mineral is a naturally occurring non-organic solid with a defined chemical composition and an orderly molecular structure. So the ice on a pond in winter is a mineral, but the ice cubes in your freezer are not, even though they’re the exact same stuff! And to follow through with that thought: we humans are causing climate change which results in colder winters. So you can make a really solid argument that the ice on a pond in winter is NOT a mineral anymore, because it formed due to human interference instead of natural processes.

And when you start to think about that, you realize that this is not a problem with nature, but a problem with words!

The thing is, the word “mineral” is a concept we humans made up to try and describe the world around us. We can give it as rigid a definition as we like, but the real world will always be more messy and complicated. Nature doesn’t actually care about categorizing things into “minerals” and “not minerals.” Nature just makes stuff.

#talkin' bout rocks

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Buckley Sibling Wine Night

Day 3 of Flufftober - "Wait - you love me?" "Always Have"

You can find it on AO3 here

Buck was going to do it.

Mark it on your calendar, set a reminder on your phone, carve it into stone; today was the day that Evan Buckley was going to tell Eddie Diaz he loved him.

He blames Maddie entirely.

She was the one who brought the wine bottles to their weekly Buckley sibling Wine Night (and okay, neither of them were the greatest at naming things when they were two wine bottles deep but Buck blames Maddie for sharing the name with Chimney who shared it with everyone at the firehouse and now everyone refuses to call it anything else) and she had used her big-sister mind voodoo to get him to confess that, yes, he was in love with Eddie.

“You have to tell him,” Maddie had said, gripping his arm tightly and her eyes hazy and wide.

“Why would I tell him?” Buck had blurted out back, nearly falling off the couch in the process. He managed to catch himself though before he could, head spinning as he did.

Maddie had held tight though, and half climbed on top off him, sending him sprawling half on the couch, half on the floor. “Duh! So you can be happy and be all in love and get married and have more babies!”

Buck had poked his sister in the stomach. “Did you forget already how babies are made?”

Maddie had let go off him to slap him but the shift in weight had them both toppling off the floor and landed on a heap. Buck had groaned as Maddie’s elbows dug into the soft flesh of his kidney and Maddie had yelped and mumbled something about gravity being a bitch. Eventually the two of them had given up untangling themselves and simply laid on the floor, wine hazy and sleepy.

“You should still tell him,” Maddie had mumbled somewhere against his shoulder. “I want you to be happy. Eddie makes you happy.”

“And Chris,” Buck added around a yawn. “Chris makes me happy too.”

Maddie had hummed tiredly. “You know you and Eddie are married already, right?”

“We are?” Buck had asked, blinks getting slower and eyes getting heavier.

“Yeah. You’re just not have sex.”

“That’s a shame,” Buck had mumbled, eyes sliding shut completely. “I bet Eddie would be really good at it.”

Maddie’s answer had been a loud snore and Buck had passed out with his sister half sprawled on top of him.

~*~

“Are they dead?”

“No buddy, not dead. Probably.”

“Should we – we wake them?”

“Yeah. Just let me take a photo first.”

“Dad!”

The sound of a camera shutter going off has Buck lifting his head and squinting his eyes open. His vision is obscured mostly by dark brown hair and it’s in his mouth which feels like something took up residence in there and died. He swiped at the hair across his face, managing to slap himself in the process, and blinked away the residual haze to find Eddie grinning cheekily down at him, phone in hand and poised to take a photo. Chris is there too, leaning on the edge of the couch, smiling brightly. He gave a small wave when he saw Buck was awake.

“Did you take a photo?” Buck asked, the words cracking on every other syllable.

“Yep, and I put it in the group chat,” Eddie said cheerfully.

“Why are you here?” Buck groaned, slumping back on the ground and blinking up at the ceiling (thankfully it was no longer spinning.)

“Chris and I came by to make sure you and Maddie lived through your Buckley Sibling Wine Night,” Eddie said, his voice too loud and cheerful for such an ungodly hour in the morning.

“And to play video games,” Chris chimed in.

“And to play video games,” Eddie grinned down at Buck.

Buck narrowed his eyes, his pulse throbbing in his temples. “I hate you.”

“Yeah, we hate you,” Maddie moaned pitifully, barely lifting her head from where it was buried in Buck’s shoulder.

“Even if I made you both breakfast?” Eddie asked.

Maddie lifted her head and blinked blearily at Eddie. “Breakfast?”  

Eddie face softened and Buck’s heart gave a little flip at the sight. “Pancakes? And some bacon?”

Maddie slumped back down on to Buck’s shoulder. “No wonder you love him. Pancakes and bacon.”

“Yeah,” Buck sighed happily. “Isn’t he awesome.”

Chris’s giggles echoed through the loft while Eddie made a choked noise.

Maddie’s words slowly registered in Buck’s mind, and he blinked at ceiling. Slowly, he lifted his head and craned his neck to look at Maddie. Just as slowly she lifted her head and smiled at him sheepishly.

“Did you just tell Eddie I love him?” Buck rasped out.

“Oops?” Maddie bit her lip and Buck could feel her trying to suppress giggles.

“Wait – you love me?” Eddie blurted out.

“Always have,” Buck sighed, slumping back down on the ground. “And I’ll love you forever if you get me some juice.”

“Oh! Me too please,” Maddie added, attempting to sit up but mostly just managing to dig her elbow into Buck’s stomach.

Buck grunted. “Owe, Maddie. God, do you sharpen your elbows?”

Eddie gave a long, suffering sigh. “Mijo, you want some juice too?”

“Yes please,” Chris chimed happily.

“Alright. You’re in charge of getting these two up,” Eddie said. “I’ll start breakfast.”

“Come on, Buck!” Chris said and Buck’s foot was shaken roughly. “I want to show you – you my island!”

“Yeah, Maddie,” Buck said, shoving at his sister in an attempt to get her to move. “He wants to show me his island. So, stop using me as a pillow.”

“Some pillow you are,” Maddie grunted, finally sitting up, twisting her head from side to side. “God, my neck.”

“You’re the one who pushed us off the couch,” Buck said, sitting up himself. His head pulsed at the change of angle, and he rubbed at his eyes, letting out a little groan. He was never drinking wine with Maddie ever again. Ever. Buckley Sibling Wine Night would be renamed as of today. Buckley Sibling Paint Ball Night. No.

“Buckley Sibling Food Truck Night,” Buck said to Maddie as he got to his feet. He held out his hand and dragged her up.

“Ugh,” Maddie rubbed at her face. Her hair was askew, and her mascara had smudged during the night making her look part raccoon. “Yeah, that sounds so much better.”

“Can I come too?” Chris asked, shuffling over to Buck. He wrapped his arms around Buck’s waist, hugging him loosely.

“Yeah, Buddy. You can come too,” Buck grinned, ruffling Chris’s curls before hugging him back. A Chris hug could cure any hangover - well, it at least made it more bearable.

“If you get to bring Chris then I get to bring Jee,” Maddie said, shuffling out of the living room and heading towards Buck’s downstairs bathroom.

“What am I, chopped liver?” Eddie asked from the kitchen, where he was measuring out ingredients for pancakes.

Maddie made a face as she reached the bathroom door. “Please don’t mention chopped liver.” Then she disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door with a gentle click.

“Come on, you can help me set the table,” Buck said to Chris, gently nudging him to get moving.

They crossed the living room and into the kitchen. Chris immediately went to the draws where he started pulling out the cutlery while Buck moved towards Eddie.

Eddie already had a pan on the stove heating behind him while he mixed the pancake mixture together. Buck shuffled into his space, faceplanting in between his shoulder blades. Buck felt Eddie tense before slowly, inch by inch, his body relaxed. Carefully, Buck placed his hands on Eddie’s hips, squeezing them gently. He felt Eddie shiver and Buck grinned as he felt Eddie relax back into him.

“If I bring you to Buckley Sibling Food Truck Night then Maddie brings Chimney and then it’s a double date,” Buck mumbled into Eddie’s neck. “It’s sibling night, not date night.”

Eddie’s breath hitched in his chest at the implication of Buck’s words. “Makes sense.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll still have date night,” Buck assured him.

“Because you love me?” Eddie asked, turning his neck to get a look at Buck. He cheeks were flushed pink and there was smile tugging at his lips and he looked gorgeous.

“Because I love you,” Buck said. He squeezed Eddie’s hips again. “Even though you didn’t get me juice.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. He leaned forward to kiss Buck, but Buck pulled back before their lips could touch.

“Eddie, I am not kissing you when I haven’t brushed me teeth,” Buck said before he could get the wrong idea.

Eddie wrinkled his nose. “Good point.”

Buck comprised by pressing his lips to the hallow of Eddie’s throat, relishing in the full body shiver that it elicited. He pulled back, giving Eddie’s hips one last squeeze before he moved to the fridge.

“Buck,” Eddie said.

Buck paused mid-motion of opening the fridge to look at Eddie.

“I love you too,” Eddie said, a big smile breaking across his face, eyes sparkling.

Buck heart tripped in his chest, and he grinned back, bright, and wonderful.

Okay, so maybe Buckley Sibling Wine Night wasn’t so bad.

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Lesbian Roller Coaster Barista Gets Me Off by Chuck Tingle

Olivia is a trans woman enjoying her morning walk when she suddenly feels a sharp pain in her back. After collapsing, she’s rushed to the hospital to find that she’s passing a kidney stone. The doctor immediately recommends Olivia ride a roller coaster to help shake the stone loose, but thanks to a recent worldwide pandemic, all amusement parks are closed.

Fortunately, after the pain subsides Olivia heads to a chocolate milk shop where the barista just so happens to be a sentient roller coaster. She ends up taking a ride, which does much more than just cure her kidney stone.

Now these two are embarking on a thrilling erotica adventure that will have you screaming for more.

This erotic tale is 4,100 words of sizzling lesbian human on sentient roller coaster action. It features a trans woman who will acknowledge the genitals she connects less with, but only once to explain that she does not want them mentioned again, and one cis woman.

#lesbian roller coaster barista gets me off #chuck tingle #tingleverse #transfem #trans book of the day #trans books #queer books #bookblr #booklr

[vanillann]

ＭＥＤＵＳＡ- R.BUCKLEY X FEMALE!READER

i. ii. iii.

okay so i loved writing pandora so much that i decided to write a medusa fic. i think it going to be my new brand

SUMMARY: in which robin confesses to her scary lover a very scary thing

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WC: 1.1k

Robin Buckly had a thing for girls who were gentle and lovely. She liked girls who wore bubble gum pink lipstick and wouldn’t dare say the wrong thing to offend a soul. Robin supposed she liked them because they were safe, they would never look at her because of their jock boyfriends and she’d never had to face the very real possibility of love.

That was until (Y/N) (L/N) combat boots ruined her plans with a red lipped grin. Her leather jacket found home on the floor of Robin’s bedroom floor and her lips on Robin’s. She had no jock boyfriend, in truth it was quite the opposite. She could freeze poisonous boys in their tracks with a single look, her eyes turning their body to stone with scared whimpers and pathetic stuttering of words. She was just that powerful, just that beautiful.

So beautiful, it scared Robin. She could feel herself loving the scary woman before her as she wandered around Robin’s room for the hundredth time. Her fingers traced the book albums on her shelf, but Robin couldn’t help but stare. So mundae, yet so appealing.

(Y/N) wandered around in a button up that belonged to Robin and a pair of black laced pantites, which made Robin forget how to speak; which was a very hard thing to do. If (Y/N) noticed the silence, she didn’t say a word as she fluttered through the room as if she owned it. For all that Robin cared, anything that was Robin’s was hers also. Robin’s kidney? Hers. Robin’s collector edition of Like A Virgin? Hers. Anything she wanted, Robin would give it to her with a giddy little smile.

“How do you do it?”

“How do you do it?”

Robin wished she knew what her question meant, but as (Y/N) spun and took her soul with only a single raised eyebrow she knew exactly what she had meant.

“How do you make fear you?”

“Because I’m scary,” was all she shared as she continued to flip through an old textbook that lay open across a desk.

Robin would’ve accepted that answer normally. (Y/N) wore leather jackets with rivets scattered in no particular pattern and told people she ate her twin in the womb; even if she didn’t. She joked about making the devil her bitch and once broke a grown man's nose with her platform boot. She was perfectly scary on paper, so much so Robin wondered how she was watching the same person.

Robin would’ve accepted that answer normally. (Y/N) wore leather jackets with rivets scattered in no particular pattern and told people she ate her twin in the womb; even if she didn’t. She joked about making the devil her bitch and once broke a grown man's nose with her platform boot. She was perfectly scary on paper, so much so Robin wondered how she was watching the same person.

Her black lace panties had a hole at the hip, clearly worn on too many times, and the button up she wore had little pineapples on it. She gently hummed “Dreams” under her breath and even slightly danced on the messy bedroom floor to the beat.

The same girl that helped Steve fill out his Family Video application, and Robin's, even if she hated to admit it. The same girl who held Lucas Sinclair after Max Mayfield broke his heart, then held Max as she cried because she broke Lucas’s heart. The same girl who drew bathes for Robin after working two twelve hour shifts in a row. The same girl who would brush Robin’s bangs from her eyes after sex, kissing both eyelids before slipping from the bed with a skip in her step.

“You aren’t scary,” Robin finally spoke up after her daydream became too real, something that often happened in Robin’s world.

“I’m not?” The smirk was clear, but to Robin it was almost transparent. She could see right through the cocky demeanor of the women before her. She could tell her soul had melted into a pile beside Robin’s messy clothes.

“No, I mean never to me at least,” Robin gently crawled to the edge of the four poster bed, her hand silently begging to touch (Y/N)’s skin. Even if not but minutes ago they were as close and two could become, Robin needed the heat of her skin melting the worry from her blood stream.

“Because you aren’t like the rest,” her fingers ghosted Robin’s hairline as she finally approached, “I only scare people who don’t like powerful women. Men that want to hurt others, they are scared of someone just as powerful and much more gentle.” Robin wished she was as poetic as her, formulating her words with such purpose.

“I-” the words almost slipped from Robin’s kiss swollen lips without a second thought. She had almost confessed the lifelong fear without a moment to think. She almost made a fool of herself on a random Thursday evening without any pants on. Robin wanted to be wearing pants when she said those fatal words, it was her only guideline.

“What?”

Robin wanted to say it, she wanted to confess to the scary human in front of her while she wrote nonsense on her forehead with her gentle hands, but she couldn’t. She wasn’t barve like (Y/N), she couldn’t stop people with a glance or a word. She could only make a mess of things.

So she did the next best thing.

“I adore you.”

Robin knew it wasn’t the same as those words, the ones her throat was begging her to scream at the top of her lungs; but it was all she had to often while she fought to become braver.

“You adore me?” Robin could only nod. (Y/N) let her fingers still on her forehead, her normally siren-like eyes widen. Walls crashing to the floor to join Robin’s discarded pants and Madonna t-shirt. Her eyes doe like as her fingers ghosted down the front of Robin’s throat, if she quoted scripture from memory.

“I adore you, Robin Buckly.”

Maybe it wasn’t the scary l-word that had made people start wars and people lose their minds over it, but it felt right. Maybe they weren’t made to love each other, maybe they were meant to adore each other. Robin supposed it was more romantic that way, because no fear was shared between the two. No fear of it being ruined by words with one syllable and people saying nasty things. It was only lovely and gentle.

Robin might have only loved gentle girls from a distance because she was scared that they wouldn’t love that way. That they love with fear and harsh language. It was an enigma but to Robin it made all the sense.

She’d rather keep it this way, where the only scary thing about her relationship was her Medusa turning assholes into stone.

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