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[petitsdieu]

🫦... @vitalphenomena

❛ Aposynthos? ❜

❛ We grew up together. ❜

[thefloatingstone]

Opinions in the chat tonight

In my mind's eye, while Gortash is grilling him and asking if he's fully dominated by the elder brain again, The Emperor is sitting in the interrogation room like this

[bugeyedfreaks]

I was looking around the internet and found a comic (DC Comic #68, specifically!) that I clearly never read because I would have totally remembered this. Color me surprised when, in this comic, Blossom goes off on her own and teams up with none other than Mojo to destroy the Micro Puffs after they've brainwashed Buttercup and Bubbles into wanting to be the new leader of the group.

It’s just very interesting to me how Blossom’s employed Mojo to help her with so many different plans… Moral Decay, Power Prof, Forced Kin, this comic… hmmmmm… 👀

But I love that last panel of Blossom laying on the charm and Mojo giddily smiling like an idiot about not only being diabolical (such a nice compliment!), but also at the prospect of kicking the Micro Puffs’ butts, because how dare they not bring him a Micro Mojo. 🤣

But after their (naturally) brilliant plan is executed…

…they save the day together! But excuse me, that should say the day is saved thanks to Mojo and Blossom. Buttercup and Bubbles did nothing! 😤 (Also, agh, his tunic’s all colored wrong! …still a perfect image though.)

Later on in the CN Block Party comics (I think?), Mojo does get his own Micro Mojo, but I wasn't aware of this comic even existing! Of course, my two favorites saving the day together... how could I not love it? 😄

[orcelito]

Working on my javascript for my web page. Turns out I have the perfect kind of setup to accomplish some of the project requirements, specifically with even handlers and user interactions

My website, conceptually, will load a different employee details page depending on what employee name is clicked on. But I need to load it dynamically (instead of hard-coding it) so that the user can add or delete employees & it'll be able to still load the relevant shit.

So! Only one employee details page, but depending on how it's loaded, it'll load a different employee's information. Still working on getting down Exactly how to do it (I'm thinking using URL parameters that'll read a different object depending on what ID is used)

It's entirely doable. In fact, it's probably extremely common to do in web pages. No one wants to hard-code information for every new object. Of course not. And thus the usefulness of dynamic javascript stuff.

I can do this. I can very much do this.

[saucerfulofsins]

Mental illness is dumb

[yume-fanfare]

Not sure if you read izumi's center event but i wanted to bring you the torikasa just in case you havent🙏

!!! i haven't! i really have to do a knights marathon before the climax, im rather behind

this is such a funny mental image though he just ran off. breaking rules and the student council is going to scold you? hit the bricks! its like

[motel-gothic]

In my head it's like hell And yet you want me still

[touchbased]

"i've been thinking." speaks into the quite space between them, as she recovers from yet another orgasm. (he's getting much better at eating her out, and she has half a mind to procure some kind of medal for him.) turns her head slightly to face him, pausing to admire how beautifully wrecked he looks. "are you sure you want to have actual sex? because oral is one thing, but you seem like the kind of guy that should lose it to a longterm girlfriend, or something." flushes a little, turning to face the ceiling again. "which is totally normal and valid, just not... what i am to you." / @thcophagy

[perikocak]

location: somewhere on the beach

status: closed for @noaandreas

"I'd say sorry, Daddy, I've been bad but—" a hand twirled irreverently through the air— "wrong religion and all of that."

Peri wasn't sure how long they'd been stretched out in the sand (no blanket, because she was never that great at fully fledged plans) but the sky had gone dark as ink, broken up only by a smattering of long dead stars. It was at least midnight, if she had to guess.

Which made sense considering how much they had to catch up on.

This was their third weekly vent-sesh and she'd just finished explaining to Noa exactly how she came into possession of Greg, her cat (ie: crawling through a window in Nashville in an act of catnapping, then running like hell). It was a funny story, no doubt, but mostly shared in avoidance of the big stuff. The hard stuff. The 'internally I now identify as broken glass' stuff.

Those were the moments she still kept chained up and to herself. Maybe someday she'd talk about it; if anyone was good for moonlighting as an unpaid therapist it was Noa. Yet, for all the memories and all the trust between them, she couldn't let those wounds bleed out.

Turning over to her side, she ignored that morning's encounter with her mom to simply advise, "I wouldn't recommend spending a night in jail. The beds are shit and the cops stare at you funny when you ask to keep the handcuffs."

[drolta]

Omw home from work and praying that my mom isn’t home so she can’t do that weird thing she does where she justifies saying incredibly mean things to me because I inconvenienced her for a few minutes

[petitsdieu]

𝒇𝒐𝒓... @vitalphenomena + @unpossession

Her biggest fantasy?

❛ I'm chased through the woods until I'm caught and ravished on the forest floor. ❜

[seykacar]

location: the apartments above latte love, cardinal hill

status: closed for @apolloledger

Phone, keys, wallet, chapstick, the tiny switchblade she got when she was twelve and never left home without— Sey rooted through her purse to make sure everything was there. She was already running late; the last thing she needed was a trip back home after she'd already made it halfway to The Labyrinth.

Confident she hadn't forgotten anything—probably—she backed out into the hall, ready to lock up and go meet her ride. The key to their small, overpriced apartment was almost to the lock when something made her pause.

No, not something—Someone.

Her entire body, from her blood to her bones, surged and stiffened with the primal awareness that she wasn't alone. All it took was a subtle glance over her shoulder to prove her instincts weren't wrong.

Are. You. Fucking. With. Me?

There stood the bane of her existence and the haunter of her dreams, leaned back against the beige wall like some poster child for narcissism and obnoxiously good genetics.

How they hell did he find them?

That was a rhetorical question from her to her because she knew damn well how. He might not have been his sister, but Apolinar Ledger Roth was a close second when it came to reconnaissance. If he was here, outside their apartment, that mean he already knew where they worked, their chosen aliases, who they'd hooked up with in town, how often, and what they had for breakfast that morning.

Sey kept her stance casual and indifferent to his unwelcome presence outside of her door, but her eyes—Their chocolate depths simmered with frustration and barely concealed rage. "No." Whatever he was doing in Illinois, whatever he wanted from her or Daphne, the answer was no, followed by a swift 'leave'.

[jh-newman-opn]

So I messaged this person asking if they wanted more info about a thing they had specifically made a post saying they wanted more info on. And they responded by saying "oh yes, thank you!" and blocked me. I'm not mad I just have questions.

[bekturan]

location: bread and butter

status: closed for @dakotaheise

Bek was utterly mystified by the way her brain worked.

The last time she’d seen Dakota she couldn’t remember for the life of her where to find adobo seasoning (was it with the general spices or in the ethnic aisle?) despite shopping at Bell’s all thirty-three years of her life, yet she remembered their exchange, brief as it might’ve been. 

With a warm smile and a near silent self-deprecating laugh at her own shortcomings she wandered over to where Liv’s younger sister sat. 

“Hey, Kota.” The smile on her face grew wider while she paused just shy of the table. “How did you luck out with the rest of that list the other day?” A tiny pang of guilt echoed in her chest at having been called away for work before she could really be much help. “Did you find what you needed?”

[tessabhrams]

location: Covington's 12th Annual Valentine Date Night Auction

status: closed for @drewparrish

Married. Married. Married. Ryan was married—

The realization she'd had twenty minutes ago didn't gently ebb and flow through Tess' thoughts. It hammered around in her head with the gale force winds of a hurricane. Because Ryan, her Ryan, was married. Still married.

And that woman who'd outbid her at the last second? She was Ellie Parrish. His wife.

Maybe she'd only imagined the subtle glee she'd taken in introducing herself by the last name Tess always imagined claiming herself one day. Maybe it didn't matter if she did. Either way, her stomach still roiled at the news. It'd taken her this long to even show up for her 'date' because she'd spent every second since in the restroom, genuinely worried she'd be sick.

Because Ryan was still married. And that made her the world's biggest idiot.

Tess dropped into the seat across from Drew with none of her usual smiles or grace, eyes wide, unblinking, and vacant. A soft, near silent, "Sorry," was all she could manage to explain her tardy appearance.

Honestly, she'd almost left. Sitting there, she questioned whether she should've. The only thing that kept her planted in that seat was the fact that she couldn't stand up Drew so publicly.

Well. That and the fact that it'd raise a lot of eyebrows after she'd practically maxed out his bids, and she wanted to deal with that about as much as she wanted to scan the room and see them. Because they were there. Somewhere. Ryan's wife just dropped a check for five grand to make sure of it.

"Sorry," Tess mumbled again, finally blinking her way out of her silent stupor. "Sorry," She repeated again when she tried, and likely failed, to find the smile she'd spent a lifetime crafting for the audience. After clearing her throat, she murmured, "You probably have a lot of questions right now."

And so long as they had to do with why she'd landed a date with him - her ex boyfriend's brother - and not where she'd been for the last twenty minutes, she'd at least try to answer them.

[camgarza]

location: Covington's 12th Annual Valentine Date Night Auction

status: closed for @arjunshekhawat

It's for charity, Cami reminded herself as the clock neared ten. For charity, for charity, for charity— Her apparent date of the evening stepped into view. She flashed a small, tentative smile in greeting.

She didn't let herself pause to wonder if her ex-husband was watching while she stood up to give Arjun - that was his name, right? - a quick hug. Didn't acknowledge the nerves twisting her stomach into knots, either.

All she said was, "Hi," and it slipped from her just as uncertain as her first smile had been, prompting a somewhat sheepish laugh. "It's, uh, it's been awhile since I've done anything like this."

There was no point in confessing she wasn't even meant to be on that stage for bids. Unexpected and unintentional as this whole sitation might've been, for better or worse she was in it. No need to ruin his night, or his fun, because of it.

So she stood there and kept smiling, unsure if she should retake her seat. "I'm Camila, by the way." Cami for short. "I actually, uh, I think we might've been a grade apart back in high school."