#posis text post

[izyaboyposis]

Tumblers funny because I’ll rise from my dwellings once ever 2 month to make a dogshit post, get 2 likes, and retread back to the dark depths of under the 8 year old boys bed where I reside until the next 6-12 weeks when I will, inevitably have another silly project I wish to share with 3 people who have the misfortune of stumbled across it in the search for cheesy fanarts.

[fortunatefires]

Violet is teeny and frail the way that so many ya female protaginists are. But the difference is that the story recognizes her weaknesses and addresses them. Everyone can see she is breakable but what makes her scary is that she's fully willing to break herself to get what she wants. She isn't just anger in a cute tiny package she is rage shoved into a glass bottle with a crack running up the side. She doesn't just fight through pain, she functions in pain constantly. She's brutal and resilient and so willing to throw herself on a knife just to give others a better chance at survival.

[scribblue]

One thing I love about Tumblr is being able to look at someone's username and know exactly why they're interacting with my posts. Like, yeah, Garmadon-Fan-69, this post IS for you actually

[rad-roche]

here's a little insight into how i do studies

first is picking something to improve on. i have a habit of drawing the top half of the skull a little big, so that's a fine start. then i'll find a construction method i like and want to learn from, which for me is how tom fox does it. then i'll do a direct, 1:1 study of something they've done. this is referenced from his art book drawing form and pose

then i'll find a picture online of somebody in a pose or angle that's challenging for me and trace the construction method i've just learned over top

then i'll reference that and draw freehand

then i'll self-critique! i've flattened down the top of the head, but i've made the back too large, as well as that plane change along the lower jaw. next picture, i'll keep that in mind. repeat until dead

[rummy1869]

didnt ii-neg-confessions erase justins sexuality among other horrible shit. didnt they use an artists thing as their pfp w/o credit for "MUH MESSAGE!!!" and gave a shitty apology when forced to change it. gee no wonder you got those three asks considering you interact w/ shitty people if theyre in the same boat as you lol

🫢 caught me!! I admit I was a pretty big fan of osc neg blog because it was fun to read criticisms and I like that they were spreading awareness of problematic things animation epic does. But I don't support doxxing even if it's problematic people. I'll probably dissociate myself from ii neg blog because this is not okay. But I don't get this ask, I never defended osc negative blog, I never part of the doxxing, I was never clueless if ii neg was apart of the doxxing, I never expressed even hate for inanimate insanity except for my reblog on certain topic especially with Steve cobs because the anons had a point that I wanted to show I agree and spread it. But thank you for telling me the stuff osc neg blog did wrong. I don't like how it handles things and that some of their messaging comes out as really emo pretentious ahh writing is especially don't like that it possibly doxxed them then send it in my asks. Sooo tehe!!

[alchemiclee]

it's not a lee post if I don't add 20 tags that are just me rambling about stuff after the actual tags lmao

[circumvents]

thank you God for inventing masturbating while eating and listening to music

[osha-nuclear-safety]

I NEED to suck a girls nipples

[morticai]

EPISODE 1: The Vanishing

pairing — exes to lovers Jungkook x you the following story is explicit, 18+ MDNI — smut, angst, dark romance, missing person, sensitive themes. so discretion is advised. 3,430 words

“Someone is always watching. The trick is figuring out when they stopped being a friend.”

                        Rosefield, Washington. September 14th. 9:46 PM.

It started with rain. Not a storm. Not thunder or lightning. Just the kind of soft, steady rainfall that tapped against the window like it knew you were alone. Like it wanted in.

The fog had crept in hours ago, crawling between trees and rooftops, thickening the air until everything outside looked blurred and distant. Your apartment sat on the third floor, tucked above a row of shuttered antique stores and a bakery that always smelled better than it tasted. Tonight, the world felt muted. As if someone had turned the volume down on reality.

You sat hunched over your coffee table, half-drunk tea gone cold beside you. The only light came from a small lamp in the corner and the record player spinning something strange. Something instrumental and slow and a little off-key. The kind of music that settled in your bones without permission.

The journal in your lap was older than anything in the museum you worked for. Bound in cracking leather. Ink fading like breath. You weren’t supposed to have it. But no one had to know.

Then your phone buzzed. Sharp. Jarring.

You ignored it.

Buzz. Again. A little louder this time. You paused, fingers tightening on the page you were turning.

Buzz. A third. And this time, your chest tightened before your eyes even moved.

You picked it up. Three texts. All from Rosie.

rosie posie 5min Do you remember what happened that night? rosie posie 2min They know. I’m sorry. rosie posie 2min Don’t trust anyone. Not even them.

The blood left your face so fast it made you cold. You stared at the screen, trying to understand what you were looking at. The words looked simple. But they weren’t. They felt sharp. Like they’d been cut into your phone. Like they’d been waiting to be read.

You read them again. And again. Slower each time.

There was a stillness inside you that hadn’t existed seconds ago. Something familiar. The kind of instinct that woke animals before an earthquake. That made your breath go shallow. That told you you were already too late.

You stood, moved to the window. Pulled the curtain back with fingers that didn’t feel like yours.

The street below was slick with rain. Streetlights blurred halos in the mist. The pines swayed gently beyond the last row of houses like they were keeping secrets.

Your own reflection stared back from the glass. Pale. Wide-eyed. Not blinking.

Downtown, a single flickering neon sign cut through the fog. The Hollow Pine. The O always out. Jimin’s bar. You didn’t need to check the time. He’d be closing up soon. Probably texting you within the hour, asking the same question he always did.

Company or closure?

But tonight, you didn’t want either.

You just wanted Rosie to answer her phone.

                             The next morning

Roseanne Park was officially declared missing at 8:22 AM.

You were still awake when it happened. You hadn’t slept. The messages kept flashing behind your eyelids every time you blinked. The sound of her name made your hands ache.

By 9:05, her face was on every phone screen, every neighborhood chat, every Facebook thread where people pretended they cared more than they did.

By 10:30, someone posted her yearbook photo on Reddit. Captioned:

“Would you miss her?”

You sat on your couch. The same place you’d been all night. Your tea was still cold. Still untouched. A new record had started spinning and you didn’t know when you’d flipped it.

Your fingers hovered above your screen. Waiting. Dreading.

Jennie called first.

“She texted me too,” she said. Her voice was sharp, too fast. Defensive. “What did it say?” There was a pause. Just long enough to hear her swallow. “Just... her being dramatic.”

No.

No, it wasn’t.

Because you had known Rosie since you were twelve. Rosie wasn’t dramatic. Rosie was silence. Precision. The kind of person who spoke with intention or not at all.

Jennie sounded tired. But it wasn’t exhaustion. It was panic in disguise. And beneath that, something else. Something fraying. Guilt?

You wanted to push. But the words stayed stuck in your throat.

A message lit up from Jisoo.

sooya 10min Meet me by the greenhouse. Bring the others. We need to talk.

You replied. You didn’t ask what it was about. You already knew.

Lisa never responded. But later, on her private story, she posted something that made your stomach twist. A photo.

Rosie’s shadow. Long and warped on a cracked wall. Below it, a match caught mid-light. The flame was small. But it was rising.

You sent her a message anyway.

you @ lalalisa 24min Did she come to see you?

Nothing. No reply. Not even a read receipt.

It felt like everything was starting to peel at the edges. Like the town was shifting beneath your feet. And no one else was noticing.

You left the apartment just before noon. Needed air. Or movement. Or something other than silence.

The town looked like it had been painted in gray. The plaza was mostly empty, rain puddling in every crack between the cobblestones. Your boots hit the ground hard. Each step louder than the last.

You passed Taehyung’s art gallery. The front windows were fogged over, light barely shining through a single gap in the blinds. The door was locked. No sign of movement inside.

Jennie once said it was the only place she felt safe.

But she hadn’t set foot inside since June.

Outside the entrance, leaned gently against the wall like it had been waiting there, was a white umbrella.

The same kind Rosie used to carry.

Your eyes locked on it for too long. But your feet didn’t stop.

You just kept walking.

At 3:33 PM your buzzer rang once. Then again.

You didn’t ask who it was. You suspected he would show soon or later.

Detective Kim Namjoon stood in the hallway, rain still caught in the cuffs of his jacket. His hair was damp. His face was unreadable. It always was now.

He used to laugh when he saw you. Joke. Steal your fries. Now, he just watched you the way people do when they’re waiting for you to give yourself away.

“Rosie messaged you, didn’t she?” “Yes.” “Do you still have them?” “...No.”

The lie came easier than it should have. Too fast. Too clean.

Namjoon’s jaw flexed. His eyes didn’t move.

“We need your help, _____. Before this turns into something else.”

You didn’t ask what something else meant. You already knew.

And it was already too late.

· · · · · · · · · ·

You told yourself you weren’t going to do it.

But by nightfall, you were standing in front of Rosie’s building.

The rain had stopped. But the air was still wet. Still thick. The kind of night that made everything feel close. Too close.

Your fingers didn’t hesitate when they found the spare key in your coat pocket. She’d never asked for it back.

Inside, it was quiet. Not empty. Just hollow.

Rosie had always kept her space clean. Neat. But this was surgical. Not a mug out of place. Not a drawer left cracked. No coat hung by the door. It felt like someone had cleaned her out of her own life.

The windows were open just a little. Letting in the chill. Letting the room breathe, like she always said. Her scent still clung to the air. Mint. Cedar. Something sharp beneath it. Like smoke, maybe. Or the edge of something breaking.

You walked straight to her desk. Sat down slowly. Like you were sitting in someone else’s memory.

Her journal was waiting.

You opened it with fingers that didn’t feel like yours.

The last page stopped your heart.

        He said I should’ve stayed quiet. But I can’t live like this. If anything happens to me, it’s because I finally        spoke.

You didn’t get to read it again.

Because that’s when you heard the sound.

A creak. Old floorboard. Back of the room.

You froze. The kind of stillness that’s deeper than fear.

“Still snooping through other people’s shit, huh?”

His voice.

You closed your eyes. Just for a second.

Of course it was him.

You turned, slow, like if you did it fast, you’d wake up from something.

Jungkook was standing just inside the doorway. Rainwater dripping from the ends of his hair, soaking the collar of his hoodie. His hands at his sides. Tense.

Every part of you tensed. Not from fear. From memory. From the kind of past you tried to drink away and bury in someone else’s arms.

His eyes met yours. No warmth. Just weight.

Then they dropped. To the journal. To your hand. To the fact that you were here.

“I didn’t do it,” he said.

You held his gaze.

“I didn’t say you did.” “But you’re thinking it.”

His eyes flicked to your mouth. Then back up.

The room got smaller.

You stepped back an inch. Just enough to breathe.

You thought of Jimin. His stupid jokes. His hands. The way he never made you feel like you were walking into a fire.

Jungkook? He was the fire.

He stepped forward. Each step louder than it should’ve been. Like the room wanted you to hear him coming.

He stopped right in front of you.

Close enough that you could smell him. Woodsmoke. Rain. And something that had always made you forget what safety felt like.

His hand lifted. He hesitated. Then his fingers brushed your jaw, barely there, like he didn’t mean to. Like it hurt to touch you.

“Why are you really here, _____?” “To find out what happened to Rosie.” “Bullshit.”

He reached into his coat. Pulled out a folded piece of paper. Creased. Familiar.

Rosie’s.

He held it between you. Didn’t let go.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you said. “Neither should you.”

His voice dropped lower. Eyes dragging over every part of you like he was memorizing what he’d already burned into memory.

“But you came anyway.”

You didn’t move.

You didn’t want to.

When he let go of the note, it was like the room exhaled.

You looked down.

       Run. Before you end up like me.

When you looked up again, he was already gone. Leaving you with wet footprints and a feeling you thought you’d buried a long time ago.

You walked home.

Didn’t remember the walk.

Just the cold. Just the flickering streetlights.

You passed Lisa’s tattoo studio. Lights off. Curtains drawn.

But behind the glass, a single candle burned low. Almost out.

On the door, taped crooked and wet, was Rosie’s missing poster.

Someone had taken a marker. A thick one.

Drawn a red X straight through her face.

Your breath left your lungs all at once. You reached for the door before you even realized your hand was moving. But it was locked. No one was inside.

You didn’t realize you were crying until you heard a familiar voice through your earbuds.

The radio show, Hoseok's. The one you never meant to listen to but always did.

“Tonight’s air tastes wrong, Rosefield. A girl is missing. But someone called us. No name. Just fear. She said someone was watching.” “She hung up when I asked if she was alone.”

The static buzzed in your ears like insects.

You turned.

The woods behind you moved.

Not the wind.

Not a deer.

Movement. Watching.

You couldn’t see it.

But it could see you.

For the first time since Rosie disappeared, you were certain of one thing.

You weren’t alone.

And someone wanted you to feel that.

Should you report Rosie's messages to Detective Namjoon—or keep them secret and investigate on your own?

Poll closes in a week. Your choice shapes the truth.

[walks-the-ages]

Nanowrimo made a half-assed, desperate ""apology"" post

Full text, for when they inevitably try to edit it; as of right now it's August 6th, 2024, around 5:30pm est.

A Note to Our Community About our Comments on AI – September 2024 To the NaNoWriMo Community: In early August, debates about AI on our social media channels became vitriolic. It was clear that the intimidation and harassment we witnessed were causing harm within our community of writers. The FAQs we crafted last week were written to curtail those behaviors. We wanted to send a clear signal that NaNoWriMo spaces would not be used to bully or delegitimize other writers. This was consistent with our May 2024 statement, which named a lack of civility in NaNoWriMo spaces as a longstanding concern. Taking a position of neutrality was not an abandonment of writers’ legitimate concerns about AI. It was an acknowledgment that NaNoWriMo can’t maintain a civil, inclusive community if we allow selective intolerance. We absolutely believe that AI must be discussed and that its ethical use must be advocated-for. What we don’t believe is that NaNoWriMo belongs at the forefront of that conversation. That debate should continue to thrive within the greater writing community as technologies continue to evolve. We apologize that our original message was unclear and seemingly random. Our note on ableism and classism was rooted in the desire to point out that, for people in certain circumstances, some forms of AI can be life-changing. We certainly don’t believe those with concerns about AI to be classist or ableist. Not being more careful about our wording was a bad decision on our part. Our Mission is about providing encouragement to writers and cheering them on as they progress toward their goals. That remains our primary focus. In the future, we will be more transparent about the issues that we are trying to address with any messaging we provide. Finally, we recognize that some members of our community have other questions and concerns that go beyond general context for our comments. We don’t think we can address all of these in a single communication. Additional context here is that we are a very small team (including our Interim Executive Director, who is a volunteer). We want to take the time to read through your letters with the care, attention, and concern they deserve. Please expect more in the coming weeks.  In partnership, The NaNoWriMo Team

I sincerely hope their other sponsors bail ship and leave them to flounder at this point lmao. There is no going back from "if you criticize generative AI you're just ableist classist and racist".

They've also once again edited their "What Is Nanowrimo's Stance on AI?" post:

New text, in full; looks like it was updated sometime late yesterday or early today (August 6th 2024):

What is NaNoWriMo's position on Artificial Intelligence (AI)? 13 hours ago -Updated Not yet followed by anyone

NaNoWriMo neither explicitly supports nor condemns any approach to writing, including the use of tools that  leverage AI. We recognize that harm has been done to the writing and creative communities at the hands of bad actors in the generative AI space, and that the ethical questions and risks posed by some aspects of this technology are real. The fact that AI is a large, complex technology category (which encompasses both non-generative and generative AI, applied in a range of ways to a range of uses) contributes to our belief that AI is simply too big and too varied to categorically support or condemn. NaNoWriMo's mission is to "provide the structure, community, and encouragement to help people use their voices, achieve creative goals, and build new worlds—on and off the page." We fulfill our mission by supporting the humans doing the writing. Please see this related post that speaks to our overall position on nondiscrimination with respect to approaches to creativity, writer's resources, and personal choice.  We made mistakes in our initial expression of this position. We speak to those mistakes in this letter to our community, and we've simplified the language on this page to reflect our core position. 

If you're wondering why Nano's posting all these non-apologies, its because they started this debacle with seven huge sponsors.

Over the course of the last three days, they've gone down to four.

They have literally lost about half their sponsors because of their support of generative ai.

And, as you can see in the "apologies" above, they're still defending their AI stance, by now claiming that their stance is because they were defending poor, hapless AI users from a horde of harassment and bullying from all sides, and they're not a platform that condones bullying! totally! (sarcasm).

[xviistrings]

this is my oc, nova basset! :D

little ol' nova here is the kind of girl one would describe as a "mary sue", as may be indicated by the listed traits highlighting ultra-talented, universally beloved, and 'quirky' self. overpowered fandom ocs aren't a new thing, and homestuck has had its fair share of them, but not many of them are legitimate temporal anomalies that need to be extracted from the alpha timeline because their mere existence prevents the arrival of lord english.

nova herself is just a regular 13 year old girl. she's the - unaccounted for by skaia, which is a nigh impossible thing on its own - 5th member of the beta kids' party. despite having dreary living conditions and no guardian to keep her company, she remains boundlessly optimistic and energetic no matter what. she loves her friends with all her heart, and they feel the same way!

except for dave, who does not like the way she emasculates him.

as previously mentioned, she types in rainbow text, but she also [talks wike dis uwu] because she thinks it is [xtra kawaii 2 do so XD]. generally, she is eccentric, overly excitable, and perhaps a little socially inept, but she greatly prefers to call that 'being quirky'. her loved ones, however few she has, all get very special treatment, as she draws her friends on the regular, as well as gives them special nicknames like "johnny bb", "rosie posie", "jadesy wadesy", and "davey wavey", which is the exact kind of wreckage of dave's cool guy image that he hates.

you know who else hates nova? caliborn. he really fucking hates her.

nova's sheer awesomeness breaks apart the cyclical nature of the timeline, bringing us back to the "unmaking of lord english" thing, which is obviously a massive blockade in caliborn's grand plan. so, with the help of the original author who has mysteriously lost control over his own comic, as well as anyone else who has a hand in seeding the existence of LE, he aspires to not only kill nova, but erase any trace that she ever was alive in the first place.

how does that go down? well that's what the comic is gonna be about :D i plan on making this an mspfa called "Homestuck +Nova", coming this summer!

for now, i'm just gonna be posting stuff about it, so look out for that if you're interested!!!!!!!

[raayllum]

Been thinking about the 6x08 title being "We All Fall Down" since I was off base with my guesses ("Flowers/Ashes of Elarion"). That said, I want to talk about why I still think that forms a foundation for the episode itself and what we may be able to expect with the new title in mind.

The first assumption I'm making is that we were meant to read into things further, given the extra clues that weren't needed for the episode title to be found.

The song (sung by Aanya's VA) is well known and only loosely about flowers and more so attributed to plague and sickness. It cuts off before the most famous part of the song, which is the second part of "Ashes, ashes, / we all fall down". The point I'm making here is that the song itself as a clue would've been suitable for the meaning.

So what are the extra clues? Well...

There's posting the clue specifically at midnight, which is probably the most noteworthy. Thus far in the canon show text, there's no mentions of midnight for anything. Dawn is consistently negative (2x05-6, 4x04) and the phases of the moon play a role sometimes, but I don't think a character has ever even said the word midnight outside of the Midnight Desert. However, the clue was still notably posted at midnight and this was no accident. I don't think we're getting a midnight desert callback (that would be kind of random) as the one piece we have that does mention midnight is The Midnight Star, a poem that also gives Aaravos his moniker besides a Fallen Star. A poem that spends most of its time talking about the city of Elarion and ending with Aaravos' influence over it / humans / and magic, seemingly (poem analysis here).

Another noteworthy thing is that that poem mentions Elarion fearing the wrath of the dragons, and we know from canon (3x01) that Sol Regem's ultimatum was "Give up dark magic or I will reduce [Elarion] to ash".

Now, there could be other factors that play a role here. Ashes/a song commonly associated with the plague could show a tipping point with the Sunfire elves being infected as a dark army thanks to Pharos. However, there's another extra clue that seems to point towards Elarion:

The wilted rose you only see if you lighten the video picture. Again, the song itself mentions posies/roses, so the flower indication there is clear and points toward "we all fall down". The wilted rose is likewise unnecessary to reach that conclusion... so why is it there? There's a few options I think:

People have pointed out the wilted rose bears a resemblance to Aanya's red flower necklace, and her VA is the one singing the creepy cover of "ring around the rosie". If Aanya falls in battle with the corrupted Sunfire army, say, that would certainly work for 6x08. If the army is Aaravos' puppets or it's supposed to be the darkest point of the night (midnight) that would also loop in the other unnecessary clue.

However, one of the only other pieces of information we have about Elarion from Tales of Xadia are rare and beautiful flowers that turn to ash when dawn comes. This directly pulls in both the song, Midnight, and flower related clues. "We All Fall Down" could likewise evoke Aaravos chasing his revenge to make the other Startouch elves fall in the same manner that he did, of sorts.

Basically: I'm prepared to be booboo the fool and believe that 6x08 has something to do with the history of Aaravos and Elarion until S6 proves me otherwise, and this is why <3

[obstinaterixatrix]

under the cut for n/s/f/w text etc

was reading a bl where a side character is kidnapped by a male stalker and there’s the threat of sexual assault, & then the kidnapper changes into lingerie to amp up the… I suppose disgust/derision/etc, mixture of (*possibly* unintentional) transphobia/misogyny/etc, and—pure speculation—it comes from 1) the need to intensify the threat of sexual assault, 2) the idea that “degeneracy” is a threat, and it reminded me of a point that a post on tumblr was making, read it forever ago, about how people fall into the misunderstanding that the issue with ‘sexual violence’ is the ‘sexual’ aspect, not the ‘violence’ aspect. It’s like a strange pendulum swing between trivializing sexual violence & putting a lot of weight in sexual violence (maybe in the wrong areas). in general, I think the threat of SA as a light plot point or some background event and also the romanticization of SA-type dynamics between romantic leads is going always have a presence (across all gender combos of romance media) (though, I do feel like it has gotten better and there are more writers that are intentional abt consent) but that’s beside the point, where I was actually going with this was: if you’re gonna write romance w any posi/negative(/neutral?) references to sex, you are now obligated to expand your horizons and read niche fetish/kink-focused romances. surely you gotta have read some guy-in-lingerie smut at this point (especially for bl?? like come on) so you don’t trip up like this. it’s just really embarrassing. don’t push regressive rhetoric about “deviant” gender presentation as threatening.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, March 30th

WALSH: She's very self-reliant, very independent-- GILES: Exactly! WALSH: --which is not always a good thing. I think it can be unhealthy to take on adult roles too early. What I suspect I'm seeing is a reaction to the absence of a male role model. GILES: (squinting) Absence?

~~A New Man~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

a basket of posies by guin_ramble (Buffy/Giles, G)

Stupid Cupid (Stop Picking On Me!) by unendingwanderlust (Buffy/Giles, Explicit)

thrill of knowing by guin_ramble (Buffy/Giles, M)

Ancestral Home by Dynapink (Buffy/Giles, T)

Electric by zombiesam (Buffy/Giles, Explicit)

A Buffy/Faith ficlet (Buffy’s heart always hurt when the dreams were soft...) by btvs3x21 (not rated)

I'm here if you need oral support by desicat-writer, with follow-up by boopsterliv (Buffy/Spike, not rated, sexual references)

[Chaptered Fiction]

One Fine Day - Chapter 1-4 (COMPLETE!) by The_Crazy_Knight (Buffy/Giles, Explicit)

The Burden Of Knowledge - Chapter 1-4 (COMPLETE!) by KatyAmberAuthor (Buffy/Giles, Mature)

If I Was Your Watcher - Chapter 1-2 (COMPLETE!) by Cosmic__Cowgirl (Buffy/Giles, Explicit)

Tourniquet, Ch. 7 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Burn, Ch. 14-15 by violettathepiratequeen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Hell Hath No Fury, Ch. 11 by the_big_bad (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Visiting Limbo, Ch. 12-13 by Soulburnt (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Intertwined, Ch. 8 by BloodyThorn (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

who could ever leave me, darling? but who could stay? (you could stay) Ch. 17 by MillennialCryBaby (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Just a Taste, Ch. 6 by The Danish Bird (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

One Loop at a Time, Ch. 3 by hydranjenna (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Stolen Moments, Ch. 15 by flootzavut (Buffy/Spike, G)

Picture You, Ch. 30 by scratchmeout (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

With Sprinkles, Ch. 46 by dogbertcarroll (anime crossover, Xander, FR15)

Xanderpocalypse, Ch. 12 by AxelBlade (crossover with Harry Potter and X-Men, FR15)

Calling Home, Ch. 28-31 (COMPLETE!) by Chelle (Buffy/Spike, R)

Queen of Everything, Ch. 24-29 by Dusty (Buffy/Spike, R)

Forgotten but Not Gone, Ch. 26-31 (COMPLETE!) by Rea (Buffy/Spike, R)

spike and the stakes, Ch. 22-30 by jewelram (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Stolen Moments, Ch. 23-31 (COMPLETE!) by flootzavut (Buffy/Spike, G)

Reply Hazy, Try Again, Ch. 21-30 by Alyot (Buffy/Spike, R)

This Is Me Trying, Ch. 13-31 (COMPLETE!) by Kenijo (Buffy/Spike, R)

Orotundity, Ch. 10-11 by Behind Blue Eyes (Buffy/Spike, R)

Whose Wedding Is It Anyway? Ch. 27-28 by Gabby (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

The Nanny, Ch. 30 by scratchmeout (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Wet and Soapy, Ch. 30 by Lilacsandorangeblossoms (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The color of Love, Chapter 30 by Lilacsandorangeblossoms (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Gone With the Wheel, Chapter 30 by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

A Match Made by Science, Chapter 30 by Harlow Turner (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Spike's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Month, Chapter 30 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Rebooted, Chapter 30 by ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

[Images, Audio & Video]

A vidlet with Brazilian funk by call-me-loneliness (Buffy/Spike)

Gifs: TILLOW + text posts by clarkgriffon (Willow/Tara, some NSFW text, death)

Comic: Mission failed! by djmanemihi (Spike & Dawn, some NSFW text)

A smiling Spike by 0-pepites-0 (worksafe)

3 banners: Drusilla, Buffy, Faith by RachM (worksafe)

A drawing of Willow by imdevilone (Dark Willow, worksafe)

[Reviews & Recaps]

More Buffy rewatch thoughts: “Superstar” and “Where the Wild Things Are” by disquietiswhatitis

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Synopsis: Benedict Bridgerton, an upcoming artist, is on a mission. He must finish his painting for the gallery coming up in several months, but how could he concentrate when the memories of the Lady in Silver still trapped him?

Sophie Beckett, an overworking secretary is also on a mission. She must persuade Benedict Bridgerton to sign a contract with the Gunningworth Foundation, to provide them with a portrait for Penwood Park in exchange for financial support. But how could she concentrate when the flirty artist was the very man with whom she had a one-night stand? Who didn't remember her at all?

Or

The unhinged love story loosely based on Shakespeare's Love's Labour's Lost that I can't get out of my head.

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“Come on, Ms. Beckett. Woodson is absolutely besotted with Posy, my dear brother is apparently sleeping with your Kate Sharma, and it seems that it is inevitable for us to hook up! The whole universe, the whole fate from God is just waiting for us to bang!”

Sophie rolled her eyes over his dramatic yet crude remarks, wondering why in the world he wouldn’t just leave her alone. Or why wouldn’t he just sign the damn contract? 

One arm leaning against the door, Benedict Bridgerton gave her one of his crooked smiles, the ones he plastered to his face when he needed a quick lay. It worked, mostly on everyone, male, female, and non-binary, he knew that just one smirk would drop anyone to their knees. However, Sophie Beckett only gave him an exasperated glare, her face ever so slightly looking up from her laptop.  

“Mr. Bridgerton.”

“I thought I told you to call me Benedict.”

Benedict could hear Sophie softly curse under her breath. Ah, the reaction. 

“Mr. Bridgerton, I am here strictly on business, not to have an amazing orgasm with you.” 

“...Who said anything about amazing orgasms?” 

Sophie banged her head on the desk. She knew that her face was on fire, and she could not dare look at Benedict’s face who was surely smirking at her. Such a stupid, stupid girl. 

----------------------------------------------------

“You’re going to stay at THE Soneva Fushi?!”

Although it was a crowded night, Kate Sharma’s bewildered voice echoed through the London pub. When she got a text from her closest friend from uni for a small drink on a Friday night, she wasn’t expecting to hear from her that she was going to stay at one of the most luxurious resorts in the world, knowing that Sophie Beckett wasn’t exactly the wealthiest person she knew. Quite the opposite, she thought to herself, remembering that even in her uni days she was always balancing two or three jobs. 

“It’s work-related,” Sophie sighed, taking another sip of pine. “And I’m probably going to stay only for a night.”

“I don’t understand, Sophs.” Kate’s beautifully shaped eyebrows were knitted with confusion. “Who would go to the Maldives for business? I’ve always assumed that the place was a resort, not a conference room.”

“My client is staying there, apparently.” 

“Who’s your client?”

“...Benedict Bridgerton.”

“Who the hell is that?”

“He’s an artist.” Kate noticed that Sophie’s tired expression softened slightly. “Armintia saw his piece at the Granville Foundation Gala a few months back. Took a great liking to his work, so she wants to have a portrait made for the renovation of Penwood Park. In return, the Gunningworth Foundation will fund his production costs for the next five years.” 

“So like a patron?”

“Exactly.”

“Bridgerton…That surname rings a bell. Any relation to the Audrey Cooperation?”

Always the quickest, Sophie smiled over her glass of pine. Kate had been the brightest student in her year, breezing her way through law school and already beginning her practice at the Danbury Associates.

“He’s the second son of the Bridgerton Family. According to my research, he’s not by any means engaged in the family business, but he does attend the galas and the charity balls every season.”

“Hence the B.”

“Hence the B.”

“I’ve never known that the number two was an artist.”

“Benedict is very good, actually,” There was a small smile on Sophie’s lips. His latest work was submitted to the National Gallery, and the reviews she read in the Art Monthly were nothing but lines and lines of praise. An Uprising Sensation in the British Art World; Benedict Bridgerton, the headlines wrote. She had gone to the exhibition at the national gallery featuring his work, and her soul was captivated by his creation. People Watching; a series of works consisting of multiple portraits, a pregnant mother carrying two small twins in her hands, a couple sharing a donut in the corner of the tube, and a tired man looking at a basketball match on the streets. A small boy reading to his sister at the library. A grandmother dancing to herself in a wheelchair. It was nothing abstract, nothing specifically special about his material, but there was so much warmth in his touch and his gaze, and Sophie could understand why his paintings attracted the hearts of the viewers.   

It would be lovely to see the world as he sees it , Sophie found herself thinking. Maybe her life would be a little bit better if she could find the small happiness in her ordinary life…   

“Hello? Earth to Beckett?” 

Sophie jerked from her train of thought, and she saw that Kate had a worried look on her face. 

“Are you okay, Sophs? Was there something with your dad again?”

“No, no, I’m all right.” Sophie shook her head, taking a cigarette from her bag. She offered one to Kate wordlessly, but she declined. Sophie looked at her with surprise. 

“I’m trying to quit,” Kate replied with a sheepish look. “Eddie’s been complaining about the smell ever since she moved to my flat, and I thought it easier to just quit than to argue.” 

“Mmmm.”

“And you know it’s bad for you, Sophs,”

“Mmmm.”

“It’s going to kill you someday,”

“Mmmm.”

Sophie lit up a cigarette, placed it between her fingers, and inhaled the substance deeply into her lungs. Kate looked at her concerningly as they both stared at the smoke fogging their view.

“Tell me what’s going on or I’ll strangle you to death at his very place, Sophie Beckett,” Kate said softly. “On a normal Friday night, if I said that I was going to quit smoking, you would chirp; Oh, that’s lovely, Kate! It is a terrible vice, I know. Maybe I should stop smoking too. What kind of methods are you trying to cope with the loss? Rather than to tempt me with a puff in front of my eyes. This isn’t you, Sophs.” 

Sophie smiled weakly. It was a good imitation of her voice. 

“I’m sorry Katie Cat.”

“Don’t mind, I knew from the tone of your text that you were in a crappy mood.”

“I’m just weary about the flight.” Sophie mumbled, dropping the cigarette in an ashtray. She knew it was a filthy habit. “It’s ten hours from Heathrow to Velana International.” 

“Why do you have to travel such a distance anyway? It’s not 1817. Can’t you send an email or a phone call? If you want to talk directly, you could just make a Zoom meeting from your flat.” 

Wouldn’t it be so much easier, if she could just do that. 

“Apparently, Benedict Bridgerton is currently in the middle of a cleanse. ”

Kate snorted gin from her nostrils. 

“Come again?”

“Benedict Bridgerton is currently in the middle of a cleanse ,” Sophie repeated her words, but she couldn’t help but break into a grin. “With his brother, actually. No phones, No social media, No contact with any associates except their families.”

“Wait. Did you say no phones, no associates? So, it’s kind of like a digital free holiday?”

“Exactly.”

“Sophie, I know you’re not an idiot, but I don’t think nobody wants to be contacted for business in the middle of a cleanse holiday at the beach in Maldives…”

“I know,” Sophie groaned in her pine, “I’ve been trying to tell her that millions of times.”

“Araminta?” Kate asked wearily. 

“...Araminta.” 　

Although Sophie hardly talked about her family, Kate knew how demanding and threatening her step-mother could be, currently the substitute chairman of the Gunningworth Foundation, the very place Sophie was currently working at. Employed? More like enslaved. Kate had heard Sophie chuckle darkly a few years back. Kate knew quite well that Sophie wasn’t as insistent as to crash a private holiday. She could remember the time Armintia once stampeded into their shared dormitory in uni, half screaming, half strangling Sophie in the neck, accusing Sophie of theft. I can’t believe you took my Versace bag from the closet, you son of a bitch… Kate had heard her shrieks from the hallway, and frantically peeled them apart. In the end, it was Rosemund who had borrowed the bag from her mother’s collection, not Sophie. Kate softly padded Sophie on the back, knowing that she couldn’t refuse the job. 

“But it’s a big case, Sophs.” Kate continued reassuringly. “Several hundred thousand pounds deal with an upcoming artist? I’m surprised that Armitina gave you such a heavy contract matter. I thought Rosemund would love to meet the number two of the Bridgerton family.”

“First she wanted to hand it over to Rosemund, but she had another gala to attend. She already has her marks on Cavender, actually.” Sophie sighed, her fingertips twitching for a smoke. “And Arimintina’s not giving me the case. She gave in to Posy. I’m going there for her assistance.”

“Oh……”

Imagining the rosy-faced cinnamon roll sweetheart in her head and the slightly resigned look on her friend's face, Kate presumed that the whole job was on Sophie’s shoulders.  

“Wishing you the best, Sophs.”

“Yes, yes, thank you, Kate…”

To brighten up the mood, Kate rose from her seat to get another round, along with a plate of fish and chips. As Kate took a big bite into the giant cod fish, Sophie only nibbled a chip from the basket. 

“By the way, Sophs,” She asked, elegantly wiping off the crumbs with her lilac handkerchief, “By brother, do you mean…”

“Yes. It’s THE Anthony Bridgerton.”

Anthony Bridgerton was the epitome of a royal celebrity. After his father’s sudden death, he took the role of the CEO of the Audrey Cooperation at the age of 26, also inheriting the title of a viscount. With a handsome face and overflowing wealth, Anthony Bridgerton was easy prey to gossip and the paparazzi, making scandalous headlines in social media every time he had a dalliance with another celebrity.

“Why would a CEO of one of the biggest companies in the country be in the middle of an island with his bohemian brother? And with zero contact? Shouldn’t he be working his ass off?”

“Kate, haven’t you read Lady Whitsledown?” 

“Why would I read Lady Whistledown?”

Sophie shook head in disbelief, but she couldn’t help but to smile; the absolute indifference her mate showed towards gossip and pop culture was always surprising. But that was one of the things Sophie loved and adored about Kate. She knew what she had to focus on. Sophie took out her mobile from her pocket and opened her Instagram, showing the latest Lady Whistledown post.  

Worldwide Pop Singer Sienna Rosso confirms Breakup with Anthony Bridgerton; He was never serious about Our Relationship, She Comments.  

#What did I tell you? #The A does it again #He may as well be the A, but he’s scoring an F

Sophie had to smile. Lady Whistledown was also one of her guilty pleasures, and she often found herself cracking up over her snarky sarcastic comments. The news was posted with a photo of Anthony Bridgerton in a black Prada suit with a matching ribbon tie. With beautiful hair (a gorgeous sideburn), wild stubble around his chin, and a seemingly ripped body, Sophie had to admit that he was a very attractive man. Standing authoritatively with a puffed chest and a stern look on his face, a sense of determination on his lips, she noticed that she knew someone who often had the same expression on her face.  

“He looks like a fuckboy.” Kate cursed as she took a look at the photo. 

“I thought he was your type, Kate. You know, strong-willed, athletic...”

“Not him.” Kate scowled, shoving Sophie’s mobile in her hands. “I don’t like guys who sleep around.”

Sophie smiled softly.

“Okay、 fine. I don’t want to be in a relationship with a man who sleeps around.”

“Truer words have never been spoken.”Clinking their glasses together, Both Kate and Sophie took another shot. The summer wind felt cool on their flushed faces, and the city lights were glittering before them.

“I wish I had the time and the money to go to a beach resort after a bad breakup,” Kate murmured. 

Sophie softly curled her arms around Kate’s, tilting her head on Kate’s shoulders. It had been only a month since Kate found out that her fiance was sleeping with his coworker, catching them red-handed in their shared flat. Sophie had dropped everything to comfort her, putting a blanket over her as Kate wept over a bucket of chocolate ice cream.

“I don’t want to cry this much for that dick, Sophie! And I don’t want to waste four months working out because of him!” Kate had croaked between angry sobs as Sophie cooked her mother’s Bolognese in her kitchen. 

“ Kate, I know how sad you are. But you’ve been crying for five hours, Kate. You have to eat.” 

“Tom was an arsehole, Kate,” Sophie said quietly. “You deserve so much better than him.”

Kate did not reply but she softly leaned against Sophie's arms. Kate truly appreciated these quiet moments with Sophie, when she knew that she didn’t have to fill the silence with words. It was one of the prominent attributions of Sophie Beckett, she could sense a troubled heart and her presence, her silence alone could soothe a troubled heart. It was one of the few moments Kate could forget about being the responsible, reliable older sister. 

“Sophie,”

“Mmm?” 

“I’m going to swear an oath to this glass of half drunk pine.” Kate suddenly straightened her back, raising her glass to their eye level. “That I’m going to take a break from relationships. For a year from now. No boyfriends. No girlfriends. No romantic relationships whatsoever.” 

“Is that going too far over the edge, Kate…?”  

“I wasted a whole month in misery, Sophs,” Kate replied nonchalantly, “I’m just going to focus on my career and my job for at least a year. Without any mental distractions.”

Sophie didn’t quite know how to respond to Kate’s sudden declaration. She knew how the breakup damaged her soul, but she also knew that her thick beautiful curls and her long eyelashes and her shimmering legs would always attract the eyes of the other, along with her fierce powerful personality.

But it’s Kate , she thought, she knows what she’s doing.   

“I salute to your dedication, Katie Cat,” Sophie grinned, also raising her glass as she gently clinked to hers. “Should I swear an oath as well? As a friend to you in moral support?” 

“No, no. no.” Kate shook her head. “I have to do this on my own. Besides, you’re going to the Maldives! You should seize the opportunity to hook up with some random money! You only live once, Sophs!”

Sophie laughed wholeheartedly, wheezing at her obscene comment. 

“I’m not planning to be some hooker to a group of toffs, Kate.”

“Whatever you say,” Kate replied in a singalong voice as she took another chip, “ But come to think of it, why are you so depressed about this job? Yes, you’re probably invading the privacy of some celebrity, but you’re going to stay at the best hotel resort in the world! A chance to meet the richest and hottest guy in the world! Why be so stressed out about that?”

Probably because I had a one night stand with his little brother? Who happens to be my client? 

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