#dong and ping

[imsorryandthankyou]

I have been in a love/hate relationship with this video for 2 years, making sure it was perfect, but I'm so happy and proud of how it turned out. This is my first Nirvana In Fire video, and hopefully, I will be making more.

This video is dedicated to @not-saying-revolution-but after she made me a gifset from Guardian.

Drama: Nirvana In Fire (琅琊榜) Song: This is War Artist: Thirty Seconds to Mars Edit: imsorryandthankyou

[correctopinionhaver]

[sanctobin]

Food Architects is an international architectural practice based in Chinatown, New York, founded in 2010. The office began with an initiative to build a swimming pool in the East River. Since then we've worked on homes, stores, offices, bathhouses, hotels, bridges and museums around the world. Every project, client and site has a different set of needs, and it's our job to transform all of those needs into unique, precise and wholly optimistic designs. Architecture has the ability to create space for the spaceless, to invite people into places that previously didn't exist and to connect communities with the environments all around them. Architecture can be really amazing if you want it to be.

Food Architects ©2024 Dong-Ping Wong, Founding Director Bella Janssens, Managing Director Ashely Kuo, Project Lead Ryan Fierro, Project Lead Katty Cybulski, Designer Ahzin Nam, Designer

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The Socially-Conscious Architecture of Dong-Ping Wong and Food

This summer, architect Dong-Ping Wong spent a month in “paradise” — in Grand Cayman to be more precise, where he was working on the garden of a new hotel. In early 2018, after a decade as one half of Family, the New York-based firm he co-founded with his friend Oana Stănescu, Wong branched out on his own under the name Food. As monikers for an architectural practice, Family and Food capture a spirit of anti-pretension and inclusion that permeates Wong’s general approach to designing — whether it’s a community radio station, a floating swimming pool in the East River, or a bathhouse carved from a hedge, he puts the emphasis on bringing people together in the environments he creates. The name of his current firm also alludes to the culinary-inspired descriptions he often uses for his architectural interventions: when talking about the hotel’s garden, for example, he describes some of the greenery he’s using as a “bento-box hedge;” a multi-level living space for a young couple is characterized as a “plate.” Given Wong’s appetite for digestible design and his recent forays into the hospitality industry, it seemed only natural to pair him up with Angela Dimayuga, the renowned chef and Standard Hotels’ creative director. For PIN–UP, she traveled down to Grand Cayman, where she invited Wong to a pop-up spa she had built in her hotel-room shower. Sporting face masks and robes, Dimayuga and Wong bonded over their shared intentionality in creating socially-conscious spaces that spark transformative experiences.

Angela Dimayuga: I’m curious: why did you name your studio Food? Dong-Ping Wong: I can’t think of anything that is as diverse and brings people together in such disparate ways as food does. Food is so incredibly local, but also global. You can have incredibly inexpensive food, incredibly expensive food. There can be this amazing meal and yet I could completely disagree with the person across the table from me on a whole host of things, but we will enjoy the meal together even if just for that hour. There’s just something really visceral about food. It’s a necessity, obviously, but it’s also so experiential and emotional. Oftentimes architecture, the profession, gets really academic and you forget that you’re just meant to create spaces for people, as obvious as that may sound. With food, it’s important that you have to enjoy eating it, and it will have an impact on you and you will react to it without having to overthink it. At the end of the day, I want Food to do what food does.

Food is so ephemeral, so I love that you attach these values to your work as an architect — it challenges the permanency associated with architecture. I think we often forget that we’re designing for people who are not architects — 99 percent of people using a space have no interest in or care about design or architecture. So I think about that immediate experience. How does a space make them feel? What does it leave them with? Do they want to come back? That sort of emotion is ephemeral, even if the space itself is very permanent. You put in all the work, you put in all the theory, you put in all these concepts and things you’re trying to say, but at the end of the day, if it doesn’t have that impact then I don’t see a point in it. It’s helpful for us in our process to always remember, “Look, you’re designing this for people who have no idea why this exists, or what all the thought behind it was.” And actually, all that shouldn’t matter to them.

It’s like, if it tastes good, it tastes good. It feels as though, in your approach, there’s a very strong intentionality around being inclusive. I think the work we do is very deliberate, starting from the name. The places we create are open for people to come into. Who we work with, how we run the studio, the vibe in the studio — it’s not architecture that’s coming from a higher place that is being brought down to earth. It means a lot to me to be inclusive and open and familiar. Even if what we are doing is new to you, it shouldn’t feel in opposition to you. It shouldn’t feel unwelcome. I would love it if every space we design feels like, “Holy shit, I’ve never been in a place like this before.” It shouldn’t feel like something you’ve seen 100 times, by any means, but nor do you ever want it to feel removed or like something you’re not allowed to participate in. In the profession of architecture, there’s an interest in being very intellectual and removed in some ways. But it’s more fun not to do that.

So how and when did Food start? We started at the beginning of 2018: the studio is still new but it’s born out of an office called Family that I shared with a good friend of mine, Oana Stănescu. After ten years together we each decided to start our own things, and there is definitely a lineage between Family and Food. The current members of Food are Cass Nakashima, Jesse Taylor, Bella Janssens, and Carrie Smith.

What projects is Food working on at the moment? One of our projects is the headquarters of a fashion media company in New York. Most of the building is offices, but they’re doing a retail-community hybrid on the first three floors, which will be interesting because they are predominantly online. Clients like this are interesting because they don’t just want to create spaces to sell their product, they want to create places that give a reason for their communities to come together, which needs to be more than the shopping they can do online. A similar client is Virgil Abloh, who we’ve had an ongoing relationship with. As Family, we designed a number of Off-White stores, including the first one ever, in Hong Kong in 2014. When we did the first physical space for him, the nice thing was that it didn’t have to be — nor should it have been — a normal retail store. The location was in the middle of a really heavy commercial area, so we wanted something that felt like a break from all the shopping. Because it’s in Hong Kong, we designed it like a jungle. There’s another one in Tokyo that looks like an office because it’s in an office building. The one in Singapore is located in a super-commercial mall, so we basically blocked off all the windows with big concrete walls and made a gallery inside. The point was that when you walk into the store, you’re removed from everything else in the city. We always designed these spaces as different environments that would also serve the local neighborhood, regardless of what stuff was being sold — the actual retail element was almost secondary. Right now we’re also working on a couple of private residences, which can get tricky because it gets very personal. It’s nice if you get along really well with the client, and it can be a really beautiful thing to have a direct relationship with how they live, but civic work is more often exciting for us because you’re doing something that’s much broader and that more people can access. And then, of course, we’re working here on Grand Cayman.

As an Asian-American, I was excited to see that your studio and you, being an Asian-American as well, are working on a project in Chinatown. Because so many times I see the wrong people making spaces that are basically yellow-face establishments. So it’s very exciting that you guys always seek to build from the ground up. Chinatown itself is such a project. There are such big questions. What happens to it? How do you participate in it? Our involvement in the neighborhood started with season one of Food Radio, for which, over a period of three weeks, we invited members of the community to a storefront we took over to talk to artists, especially those who may look like them, and to find out how they managed to make money doing what they love.

I was so happy to be part of the radio program, because I’d much rather participate in something in Chinatown that is conducted by Asian-Americans who live and work in the area. Thank you for being a guest! These last four or five years have been the first time I felt part of a specifically Asian-American neighborhood and a community of people who are not just part of my family or family friends. Right now people are doing really incredible and interesting stuff in their own right. It’s trying to stretch what it means to be Asian-American, or even establish that definition of Asian-American. Food Radio was our first foray into doing something in Chinatown. But the nice thing was that in just three weeks we went through the cycle of being very awkwardly foreign to the area — locals were giving us weird looks — to working with the local public library, working with kids, with regulars coming in from the street. We’re now working on creating a community center. But what does a community center mean in 2019? And what does that mean in Chinatown? When we brought up the idea, we started getting in touch with a couple of amazing nonprofits in the area. There’s one called Asian Americans for Equality that protects low-income housing. But they also have a good development arm, meaning they actually build low-income housing as well. They know all the ins and outs of real estate in Chinatown, a wild knot of families and heritage. It’s really nice because we’re designing but we’re also learning about the political side. I would love it if we were able to create a new heart for Chinatown. Right now there are a few focal points, but there is no defining town square. The idea of creating that would be really exciting. We’re looking at a couple of spots, but there’s nothing definite yet, so it’ll be a long-term project. But there is something we learned from working on +POOL, a nonprofit we started nine years ago (a project for a floating, water-filtering public swimming pool in the East River): if you lead with an idea, it’s much easier to get people around the table to talk about it. When people see an actual design, they’re either, “I like it” or “I don’t,” but it’s a direct thing to have a conversation about.

And what exactly are you working on here in the Cayman Islands? The main project is a stand-alone garden, a magical garden, for the new Palm Heights Hotel. It’s essentially a big hedge maze that has all these experiential moments carved in to it: sound rooms, saunas, pools, gym areas, areas for performances, and all kinds of other stuff. This is something I’ve never done before: 90 percent of our construction material is plants! It’s funny working with hedges. Do you treat it like a wall? How do we trim it in a way that feels architectural? And then how do we let it grow wild in certain other areas? It’s a garden of surreal experiences. The whole area, the whole Cayman, is such a weird paradise fantasy real place. I’m hoping our garden pumps it up even more, as though you were turning up the magic volume louder. Weirder! More high frequency!

Amazing! Now I want to come back at the end of the year. Yes! And there’s a second project here: the formation of an artists’ residency program through the hotel. The focus is on artists of Caribbean, South-American, Middle-Eastern, African, or Asian descent. Basically making sure non-Western-European artists also feel welcome. It’s great how different a place like this feels when you’re seen among a real diversity of people. It’s familial and inclusive and open. I realized being here was the first time I’ve felt a belonging at a resort type of place, which I’ve otherwise felt on the outside of. To have a hand in shaping it and helping others feel just as welcome is fantastic. It’s nice that paradises like this can also be for us.

It feels really affirming to talk with somebody who builds these architectural spaces. I create space through menu writing or cultural programming, so it’s kind of like we’re doing it from different angles, but with the same goal in mind. The same intentionality. It makes me feel hopeful. And hopefulness right now is super important for a lot of people.  Absolutely, especially given where we’re at politically and environmentally. I kept thinking of a name for my month-long residency here, something like “Picture Yourself in Paradise.” Paradise in the sense that you can use this place to imagine what your ideal world would be like — physically, environmentally, socially. That we can create spaces in a place like Cayman that are not just for tanning or pure relaxation, but where you come to create something. Where the garden is concerned, you’ll be encouraged to interact with it in a new way. It’ll feel very different than any place you’ve been. I want it to be very active, not just a place you zone out, and to be used for mental and physical change. I hope you come out transformed and I hope you are interacting with nature in the most direct way.

By Angela Dimayuga

[cromlechs]

AK플라자 광명점 / 일직

[ping-ski]

Ding dong! 🔔

Trick or treat!! :3

Sun (as Sebastian solace) and Moon (as a vampire) enters your door!

(Also hey ping!! How ya doing? :3)

uhh how about a treat in the form of fanart because i love this au

(vill hihi!! i'm doin' alright and chilling at home while i still can :3 i hope life is treating you well <3)

[pupsmailbox]

ONOMATOPOEIA PRONOUNS

baa/baa. bang/bang. bark/bark. beep/beep. beep/boop. boop/boop. boing/boing. bonk/bonk. boom/boom. boop/boop. brr/brr. buzz/buzz. caw/caw. chime/chime. chirp/chirp. clang/clang. clank/clank. clap/clap. click/click. clink/clink. crack/crack. crackle/crackle. crash/crash. creak/creak. ding/dong. drip/drop. fizz/fizz. flutter/flutter. giggle/giggle. growl/growl. gush/gush. ha/ha. hiss/hiss. honk/honk. hoot/hoot. howl/howl. hum/hum. hush/hush. jingle/jingle. knock/knock. meow/meow. mew/mew. moo/moo. mumble/mumble. mutter/mutter. pew/pew. ping/ping. plop/plop. poof/poof. pop/pop. pow/pow. purr/purr. quack/quack. ribbit/ribbit. ring/ring. roar/roar. rumble/rumble. shh/shh. sizzle/sizzle. slosh/slosh. smash/smash. snap/snap. spark/spark. splat/splat. squawk/squawk. squeak/squeak. swish/swish. swoosh/swoosh. tap/tap. thump/thump. thwip/thwip. tick/tick. tick/tock. tock/tock. tsk/tsk. tweet/tweet. vroom/vroom. whack/whack. wham/wham. whisper/whisper. whistle/whistle. woof/woof. yap/yap. yell/yell. yip/yip. zap/zap. zip/zip. 💥. 📢. 📣. 📯. 🔇. 🔈. 🔉. 🔊. 🔔. 🔕. 

[tinesleftnipple]

JITD Episode 17 (non-final) script synopsis

"Mentor's Final Words"

Episode 11-12

Episode 13

Episode 14

Episode 15

Episode 16

At SID. Xiao wu (Wu Ning) brings everyone breakfast. His wife is expecting in a month.

LWZ sighs in his office, bored. He takes out his phone and checks messages from Pei su: nothing. He clicks into Pei su's social media page and sees Pei su feeding yiguo. LWZ sighs, and the phone pings. LWZ: you still have some conscience...

Pei su texts LWZ to ask about extra parking spaces in LWZ's neighborhood. LWZ sents a voice message saying there are some available for rent, deletes that message, then replies:" yeah, no more parking spaces, haha"

LWZ tells Pei su to use his car for the time being, and to stay home if he can. The phone pings again, and he smiles. A new notification appears on his computer: Yufen (now changed to university) students collectively run away.

Pei su in LWZ's car. The last message Pei su sent to LWZ was "relax, I will stay at home". Du jia calls to update him on the people in Du ju's graduating class.

Pei su visits prof Pan. On his desk is a paper with Yang xin's name written on it. Pei su wants to research about the duality of those with criminal and victim identities, and lists the Dong family as an example. Pei su asks to view old cases, the zero degree project in particular, to research on. Before he leaves, he points to Yang in the group photo from Pan's desk. Pan explains that Yang xi is also studying under him. The fifth person cut out from the picture "took a wrong path" and is different from Yang.

SID: team is talking about the new case. Yufen is a private university, where all its students live on campus. 5 second year students ran away over the weekend. One of the 5, named Feng bin, posted a letter online prior to this that gained some traction. The students have now been missing for 3 days.

Yang xin asks LWZ for a few months off. LWZ asks if something is wrong, and she shakes her head.

It's night, and LWZ is ready to bike home. Tao ze stops him and gives LWZ a box of cured meat from Shiniang (Yang's wife). Tao ze just found out that Shiniang has late-stage cancer.

A car is parked amongst the autumn leaves. LWZ peddles through the wind and glances at the car, then backs up to stare at it. Pei su came to pick him up. LWZ looks into the car to see Pei su asleep with the heat on, car windows shut. LWZ panics and pounds on the window for Pei su to wake up. Pei su doesn't wake, and LWZ elbow smashes on the window to try to break it open. Pei su, finally awake, opens the door. But before he could speak LWZ is already scolding him

On the drive home, Pei su tries to explain that he was cold and wanted to warm up inside the car. His eyes were closed because he was just resting. LWZ: do you close your ears when you're Just Resting too? Shot of the 2 of them in the car. LWZ: after leaving hospital, don't you listen to the doctors? Shot of Pei su's face. LWZ: when you go out, don't you look at a map? Zoom in on Pei su's face. LWZ: if you're afraid of the cold, why don't you wear some long underwear! Pei su KO. He blinks in defeat.

In LWZ's bedroom. Pei su is looking down at a pair of very unfashionable long underwear. Pei su: how can someone be so distasteful... LWZ, from outside: I'm listening! If you want to go outside, you must wear it, or else stay home.

Pei su steps out of the bedroom fixing his pants to try to hide the ugly pattern underneath. LWZ sees him and cracks open a smile, but hides it when Pei su looks up. LWZ makes Pei su wash the vegetables

They eat dinner. Pei su recalls the first time he came over, when LWZ didn't even know how to make instant noodles. Pei su asks about the cured meat, and LWZ tells him about shiniang.

Night: two shadows on a wall. One of them falls to the ground. Blood splatters. A girl hiding in a trash bin, shaking. The killer approaches her, singing a nursery song. Suddenly, he flips open the trash lid.

11pm. Pei su sleeping on the bed. LWZ stands at the door. He turns off the light, closes the door, and goes to the kitchen to unpack all the cured meats. At the bottom is a thick folder. A handwritten letter falls out - Yang's will written for shiniang. He writes that some people have changed, and for her and Yang xin to be careful not to become too close to them. Yang mentions the 327 highway case and Gu zhao. He finds a picture of an escaped convict and begins searching on the police web, and suddenly looks up to see Pei su at the door. LWZ fumbles to get up to get Pei su water.

Pei su comes to the conclusion that it's not convenient for LWZ if he continues to stay here. He takes the glass of water and closes the bedroom door behind him.

Flashback: LWZ examining yiguo. Pei su sits on the couch, and says he will take care of all the stuff yiguo needs, and asks if LWZ can take yiguo. LWZ refuses and push them out the door - he needs to go to work. Flashback: LWZ asking Pei su why he stopped coming over to his place.

There's a knock at the door. LWZ opens it and tells Pei su what he was doing on the computer. He's investigating the real reason behind Yang's death, and it might be related to Pei su as well. LWZ: a lot of things aren't clear yet, and I can't tell if I'm allowed to tell you, how much to tell you. I can be honest to this degree, is that okay with you? Pei su looks at the ceiling and says yes.

Morning. A new notification from fm 88.6. A new story: Demons

At the crime scene. They've identified the victim as Feng bin. Feng bin's eyes have been smashed in. Flashback to what LWZ saw about the 327 highway case - same injuries on those victims. Other wounds on Feng bin are knife wounds, except his eyes, which were likely done with a dull metal object. Xiao hanyang asks if LWZ has heard of the 327 highway case. LWZ is suspicious why he knows about it

The survivor, Xia xiaonan, is currently sat in the ambulance. She's traumatized and screams when anyone tries to approach her. Tao ze suspects she hid in the trash bin while Feng bin tried to fight off the killer. Xia xiaonan's grandfather arrives on a wheelchair. He calls for xiaonan. LWZ turns around.

[fracturedviceroy]

You all have grown much too complacent, just because you are here on Tumblr, means not that anything has changed.

And now you see, that this game is inescapable. Death can not be avoided, not by you, or by anyone, for there, found on his stomach in front of the pharmacy door, is Valentine Klien, Ultimate Knight. Dead, for all to see.

An inspection of the body reveals Blood on his armor, his chest plate specifically, and around his mouth, seemingly coughed up. A horrifying sight, truly, and yet seemingly contradicting the quiet and peaceful smile upon his face, his eyes closed.

Tucked into his armor, yet mostly untouched by the blood, a note it reads "I will die a hero." and nothing more.

ding dong bing bong

…A Body has been discovered!

All students must proceed to the Pharmacy immediately!

Time will be allotted for all participants to investigate the murder… and afterwards, the real Class Trial will begin!

Good Luck, everybody!~

…Click!

@noblyvalentine ((Pinged as you requested))

[the-monkey-ruler]

The Monkey King 2 (2016) 西游记之孙悟空三打白骨精

Director: Zheng Baorui Screenwriter: Ran Ping / Ran Jinan / Wen Ning Starring: Aaron Kwok / Gong Li / Feng Shaofeng / Xiao Shenyang / Luo Ziyi / Fei Xiang / Kelly Chen / Ngawang Rinchen / Peng Yu / Cheng Dong / Liu Chutian / Yu Xin / Wei Lu / Qi Xier / Mu Qi Miya / Zhang Zimu Genre: Comedy / Action / Fantasy Country/Region of Production: Mainland China/Hong Kong, China Language: Mandarin Chinese Date: 2016-02-08 (Mainland China) / 2024-09-14 (Re-release in Mainland China) Duration: 120 minutes Also known as: Journey to the West: Havoc in Heaven Sequel / Journey to the West: Three Strikes of Bone Demons / Three Strikes of Bone Demons / 西遊記之三打白骨精 / 西游记之大闹天宫续集 / 西游记之三打白骨精 / 三打白骨精 IMDb: tt4591310 Type: Retelling

Summary:

500 years after Sun Wukong's (Aaron Kwok) imprisonment under the Five Fingers Mountain, a young Buddhist monk Tang Sanzang (Feng Shaofeng) sets out for a journey to the Thunder Monastery in India to collect Buddha's scriptures. When he is attacked by a tiger, he is forced to free Wukong and the Monkey King learns that he has to protect the monk throughout the journey, because the Bodhisattva Guanyin ensured he would be bound by an enchanted circlet that can cause him pain whenever Tang Sanzang chants a certain sutra. Soon the duo meet Zhu Bajie (Xiaoshenyang), a lustful pig demon, and Sha Wujing (Him Law), a djinn-like monk. He fights a dragon, defeats it and transforms it into a horse as his mount.

The company travel to the Yun Hai Xi Kingdom, a land terrorized by the White Bone Demon (Gong Li) who has been eating people in order to extend her unnatural life and avoid the Wheel of Reincarnation. As the demoness learns about Sanzang, she decides to eat him in order to stop her reincarnation cycle and achieve everlasting demonhood. She takes the appearance of an old woman and lures the group into a cottage in the woods. To prevent Wukong from using his truth-seeking eyes to see through her disguise immediately, she throws tainted dust into his eyes that clouds his sight. Then while her disguised minions keep Wukong, Bajie and Wujing occupied, the demoness tells Sanzang a story about how she was forced to marry as a young girl, and when her village suffered famine, the people blamed her for it, even calling her an evil demon, and attempted to kill her as a sacrifice to the gods. As Tang comforts the old lady, she attempts to kill him, but is stopped by Wukong. The demoness escapes before Wukong can deal the killing blow and leaves the dead body of the old lady behind. Sanzang and the others don't believe Wukong that all the women he murdered were demons, and blame him for killing the innocent. Sanzang punishes Wukong by chanting the sutra and causing the circlet to tighten painfully on his head. Afterwards, Sanzang climbs to the top of a mountain where Wukong is sulking. Sanzang tells Wukong he thinks they are both very alike, for they both only trust what their own eyes sees. But together, they are better able to discern the truth. This is why they were all chosen to be on this journey together.

The group arrives to the kingdom's capital and the King (Fei Xiang) throws a feast for them, begging Sanzang to exorcise the bloodthirsty demoness from their land. Suddenly Lady White appears and demands the monk, but he offers her his help in enlightenment instead. She tells Wukong that they are both very alike, and tries to persuade Wukong to let her devour the monk, but he deceives her instead and a fight ensues. During the chaos, the King's guards kidnap Sanzang. It is revealed that it's actually been the King kidnapping and killing the children in a desperate attempt to cure himself of a cursed disease by drinking their blood. He tries to kill Sanzang, but Wukong arrives and saves the monk and the surviving children as well. All of the group are celebrated as heroes, but as a little girl approaches Sanzang, Wukong beats her and her mother to death as well, because his truth-seeking eyes perceive both were possessed by the White Bone Demon. In a fit of anger and disbelief, Tang banishes Wukong away. As soon as Wukong leaves, Sanzang gets kidnapped by the demoness.

In the demoness' lair, the White Bone Demon gives Sanzang a day to convince her to give up her evil ways and embrace nonviolence and enlightenment as the true path to immortality. She reveals to him the story she had told him earlier was true, recounting her previous life as a mortal. Right before Sanzang's time is up, he is saved by Wukong at the last minute. Wukong, Bajie and Wujing fight the White Bone Demon and her army and finally defeat her, with Wukong mortally wounding her. The Buddha comes down from the Heavens to collect the defeated demoness' soul and banish it to oblivion but Sanzang pleads Buddha to grant her mercy and give Sanzang one last chance to save her soul from destruction. Buddha tells him that he would have to lead her on the path herself, meaning he would have to sacrifice his own life. The monk begs the demoness to show remorse and accept the Wheel of Reincarnation, but the White Bone Demon would rather die as a broken tainted soul in Sanzang's body instead of returning to the Wheel of Reincarnation. Saddened, Tang begs Wukong to kill him, too. The Monkey King refuses at first, but Sanzang explains how he used to think he just had to recite Buddha's teachings to convince people to become good. Now he understands he must also lead by example and do good in order to convince people. Sanzang had to do this for his own journey towards enlightenment. Wukong finally understands the monk's desire to help the demoness change her fate, and tearfully agrees, promising Sanzang to wait for his return. Wukong brings his staff down and Sanzang's body is changed into a statue. In return Sanzang says if he gets a chance to do so in his next life, he would be glad to be Wukong's master again. Because of Sanzang's sacrifice, he succeeds in leading the demoness to her next reincarnation, freeing her of her pain and hatred.

Some time later, Wukong and his friends still wait for the return of the monk, but continue their journey to the Thunder Monastery. Wukong rides on Sanzang's horse with Sanzang's statue strapped to his back. From Heaven, Guanyin drops a bead of water from her magic vase that falls to earth and hits right at Sanzang's hand. The surface cracks, revealing a human finger underneath.

Source: https://movie.douban.com/subject/25827963/

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_A7XSayGf04

[one-lucky-day]

Alright! Based on the wonderful @midnight--sadness's hilarious poll: "Which one in Gihun's Harem has the biggest 🍆" Aka the March Madness: Big Dick Bracket Edition, Aka the The Great Lengths Debate, Aka the HUNG Games, Aka the Dick-a-thon, aka Playing the Schlong Game!

After much thought and consideration, here is my take on who has the biggest penis in Gi-hun's harem.

The top three are:

Ali Abdul – Taking the gold. His dick is as huge as he is kind and strong.

Kang Dae-ho – Just look at him. Anyone who can be that soft and vulnerable has a PHD. A pretty huge dick.

The Recruiter/Salesman – I know it's not fair. He's an asshole, so he doesn't deserve it. But the way he carries himself just screams he has a big ping-pong. Someone serving that much cunt is obviously packing.

Sang-woo falls somewhere in the middle. His dick magically changes size depending on if he's a jerk or not. He usually has a huge ding-a-ling, but it got smaller and smaller during the games. When he killed Sae-byeok, he had a micro penis. And yes, this is how penises work. Ask a doctor.

The others, I'm not sure. They fall just below Sang-woo but still above the bottom two.

Bottom two go to the Hwang brothers, with Jun-ho being slightly bigger than In-ho. They don't have small ding-dongs. They're average; they're just not as big compared to the others. And them being average is actually generous. Because being cops (former cops), they should have had thumbs for dicks. Because all cops are bastards. And all cops have tiny penises.

Park Jung-bae was disqualified because he has a MONSTER COCK.

Thank you. I will be here all night.

[koishicat]

ring ring ring ring ring ring banana phone!

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[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 35]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

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When you alarm rang, you blankly reached over to turn it off. Your arm fell limply in front of you. You haven't been able to sleep much the past few days, working yourself to the bone. Work was the only thing that could take your mind off things.

'Hey, Eden. I'm not feeling too well so I'll be working from home today. - Prod. Indigo'

'If you're not feeling well, you should just take a rest day! You're ahead of your progression schedule anyway, Indigo. A day of break won't hurt you. - Eden'

'No, it's fine. Ping me for the progress meeting later. - Prod. Indigo'

'Fine... Because I know even if I say no, you'll somehow sucker someone else into pinging you in. - Eden'

You left your phone on the nightstand and turned to face the ceiling. Even if it was just your paranoia, you haven't even been in much contact with Hanuel. You were worried about her safety.

'Hi, baby! Going to practice now! Things have been going well. Have a great day :] - Mings'

Thankfully, Mingi had become busier too so you didn't have to lie to him. He only calls you for a short while or texts you periodically. He hasn't even had the time to drop by. You knew he felt bad and you both missed each other dearly but maybe it was for the best, a blessing in disguise.

The threatening messages have even been coming in on your ghost servers, making you temporarily close them. But you weren't really concerned about that since it was a ghost server.

For those, you made sure to take picture proof in your phone just in case you wanted to go to the authorities.

*DING DONG*

You sat up immediately as the sound of someone knocking your front door. You waited for a while to see if the person would go away.

"Indigo. It's me."

Hearing the familiar voice, you relaxed. You got out of bed and went to open the door for San to come in. He had a few bags by his feet and a tray of drinks.

"What are you doing here, San?" You blinked in confusion, taking the tray from him so he could bring the bags in.

"I heard Eden hyung telling the other producers you were unwell so I came to check in. I brought some porridge and tea for you." He smiled. You melted at his words. Knowing that Mingi was busy, the other boys had all been very attentive and caring to you.

"Thank you, Sannie. That's really sweet of you." You locked the door and went over to where he was unpacking the stuff he brought in the kitchen. There was a lot.

"I also got some vitamin drinks. My dad said this brand is really good so you don't feel so tired." He pointed.

"You didn't need to get so much." You chuckled.

"You've been working so hard in the studio, skipping meals and not sleeping. You need the supplements." San argued. He put the cold stuff in your fridge while you got bowls and cutlery out.

"Does Mingi know you're here?" You asked as you poured the porridge into two bowls.

"No...? I don't need to tell him I'm here. This is your home. And don't forget, we were a family before you started dating Mingi hyung. I don't need his permission to come care for you. I was closer to you before he was anyway." He scoffed, sounding almost offended. Seeing the small pout on his face made you laugh.

"I know that, Sannie. And I don't mean anything bad. It was just a question." You giggled. San still had a displeased pout on his face, making you pinch his cheek.

"Let's eat first." You said, putting the small dishes of kimchi in the middle of the two porridge bowls.

"Thank you for the food. And thank you for bringing this to me." You smiled gratefully. Only then did San smile shyly, picking up his spoon.

"I would have made it myself like my omma but I didn't want to do it wrong and end up making it taste horrible. You should be feeling better, not more sick." San rubbed the back of his neck.

"No, it's okay. I know you're busy. You coming and bringing makes me feel better already."

"I'm glad then." He smiled.

"So I've heard that practice and comeback preparations have been really busy. Tell me how that has been going." You asked, leaning your head on your hand to look at him as you ate. San began to excitedly tell you about the choreography.

"But the vocal lessons are getting tough. Plus the extra gym sessions to keep in shape. It's alright though, all the hardwork will lead to a successful comeback." He said.

"Yeah, you're right. You've all been working so hard. But remember to take care of yourselves too. I know idols can get sick or injured easily from how harsh comeback preparations are." You sighed.

"Mingi hyung feels bad that he hasn't been able to see you as often though." He softened.

"I know, I miss him too, I miss all of you. But it's just something we have to deal with in our jobs." You forced a smile.

"It's not easy." San nodded in agreement.

"But Indigo, if you need anything, you can come to any one of us, okay? Not just Mingi hyung. We'll be there for you. We're family, no matter how busy any of us are." San held your hand.

"And I'll always be thankful for that. Thanks, Sannie." You squeezed his hand. You remembered telling San when you first joined how you were not used to being cared for since you were always on your own, you've cared for others but no one has genuinely ever cared for you. But the Ateez boys did, right from the start.

"You all accepted me right from that get go, never once questioning my mask or my name. You've never made me feel like I was alone or an outsider." You said.

"Because you're not alone with us. We would never push you to do something that would you feel uncomfortable." He promised.

"But it's nice seeing you and Mingi hyung happy together. I think you compliment each other." He told you.

"You think so?" You giggled.

"Mhmm... You both bring out such good sides of each other. Like Mingi hyung is calmer with you around and you seem less guarded with Mingi hyung is with you." He tried his best to explain.

"I guess so. You all make me feel less guarded." You said. San smiled softly at your words.

After sharing the meal together, you and San sat in the living room, just talking. He was someone that was calming to talk to. The conversation could go in any direction and be about any topic without being awkward.

"Yes, Hongjoong hyung?... I'm just... out." San paused the conversation when Hongjoong called him. You knew that Hongjoong was probably asking where he ran off to.

"Indigo's not well?" San feigned innocence, eyes casting over to you. You stifled your laughter.

"I'll see you back at the company... Yes, hyung... Alright, bye." He bid the captain goodbye and hung up, tucking his phone back into his pocket.

"Joong's looking for you?"

"He's always looking for us, making sure we're not getting into trouble and at our schedules. But I'm on a break now, my gym session isn't until 2pm." San informed. You nodded your head, checking the time.

"I have a progress meeting at 4pm with the other producers. Eden will be pinging me in virtually." You replied.

"Yeah, that's why Hongjoong hyung brought up that you were unwell just now. He mentioned that he wants us to sit in this time to listen to the producers' conversations with him. At the same time, he wanted to make sure that I stay behind after my workout with the others." San explained.

"I should go, to give you time to rest and prepare for the meeting. I'll go to KQ and warm up before my session." San patted your head, standing up from the couch.

"I'll text our manager hyung to come pick me." He took his phone out to text his manager.

"Thanks for dropping by and bringing so many things for me." You walked him to the door, grabbing his jacket from the chair for him.

"You're welcome." He smiled. You both shared a hug.

"If you still feel unwell, don't attend the meeting okay? I'm sure the others will understand, people get sick. You've been working so much, you're only human." He said after pulling away.

"Okay. If you see Mingi later, is it okay if you don't tell him I'm unwell? I don't want to worry him. Knowing him, he might just skip practice and come down to take care of me. I'm fine, really." You assured. San nodded and reached over to give you a friend kiss on your forehead.

"Bye, Indigo." He waved.

"Bye, Sannie. Have a good workout session, stay safe." You wished. He gave a final wave before disappearing into the lift. You let out a long breath, closing the door and locking it.

With that, you went into your studio and shut the door. You put your headphones on to isolate you in the world of music before starting your work.

Mingi bowed to the vocal instructor as he left the small room where he just had his lesson. He let out a tired sigh.

"Still nothing?" He checked his phone. You haven't texted him all morning, which was weird. But Mingi knew you were very busy and didn't want to bother you with his overthinking.

"Oh, Mingi ah." Seonghwa called. Mingi stopped in his tracks, lifting his head up from his phone.

"Hwa hyung." Mingi blinked.

"Just finished vocal lessons?" Seonghwa tilted his head, looking at the notebook the taller had tucked under his arm. Mingi nodded his head as they walked together.

"The teacher said my condition wasn't very good today I shouldn't strain my voice too much, I guess. You're headed for the producers' meeting too, right?" Mingi asked. The oldest of the group nodded his head. They took the lift together to the floor with all the meeting rooms. Some people were there already.

"Hongjoong ah." Seonghwa called. The captain broke away from his conversation with Yeosang to wave to the two members. Mingi and Seonghwa bowed to the others that were in the room.

"The members are sitting here." Yeosang said softly. They nodded and took their seats.

"The producers are here." Yunho stated. The Ateez boys stood up to greet Edenary, who entered the room.

Mingi craned his neck and realised you weren't there. He was about to take his phone out to text you, Eden cleared his throat.

"Producer Indigo is feeling under the weather so she will be joining us virtually. She apologises for the inconvenience." Eden said. Mingi's eyes widened at his words.

You were unwell? Is that why you haven't been texting him the whole day? There was a panic going on in Mingi's head now. Yunho seemed to have taken notice, placing his hand over his best friend's leg and patting it gently to calm him down.

"Indigo~ Can you hear me?" Mingi heard Maddox speak.

"Uh huh. Thanks, Maddox."

Your voice was heard. Maddox smiled, happy the connection was working well. He set the computer on the table, making sure it was plugged into the wall outlet.

"Hi, boys." You waved to the Ateez boys once Maddox turned the computer around.

"Hi, Indigo." They greeted back.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Hwa. Thanks. I just needed to rest for a bit." You giggled. You had your mask on so Mingi couldn't really tell if you were okay or not. But he couldn't go to you now, you wouldn't like that.

"Sorry for the inconvenience everyone." You said when Eden was going to start the meeting.

"Nonsense. You shouldn't even be joining the meeting if you're sick." Eden scoffed. After that, he began the meeting. The other Ateez boys just listened to the conversations that were taking place. The ones that participated were Mingi and Hongjoong. Although Mingi was more concerned about you.

"I've sent in track 4 to Eden. Still need some time to arrange track 6, it's not sounding right yet." You informed. Eden played the tracks that you have sent him for everyone to listen.

"I'll polish up the tracks and submit them to the CEO." Eden said when the track finished.

"Yes, please." You replied.

"Since the main track is done and we're practicing the dance, the current update from the team is that we'll be filming the music video in about three months?" Hongjoong said.

"The team has to come together to decide on the locations and logistics. Then the stylists will have a concept meeting." Eden added.

"Am I needed in any of those meetings?" You asked. You've never been so participative in the entire process of an artist's promotions before so this was all new to you. Was a producer needed at a creative concept meeting?

"Maybe not the stylists meeting but the story boarding and the music video concept meeting? It would be good to share your concept and vision with the team since it is your track, Indigo."

"Yes, sir. I'll be there. Loop me into the communications so I can schedule it in, please." You requested.

"Sure, I'll let the team leaders know." He nodded.

Mingi sat there in worry. This was just another thing to add to your already crazy schedule. He didn't want you to have something new to stress about.

"Before we end the meeting, anything to add from the boys?" Eden asked. You looked up from the iPad you had been scribbling your notes on to focus on what the boys were saying.

"Nothing from us. Thank you all for your hard work." Hongjoong bowed his head and the other 7 followed suit.

"You're all working hard too, giving it your all. Do well in promoting the album!" You giggled.

With that, Eden summarised set the deadlines for the producers' different submissions and concluded the meeting. The boys stood up and bowed repeatedly to the producers as they took their leave. You waved and bid everyone goodbye before hanging up. The Ateez boys left the meeting room after.

"Did you know Indigo's sick?" Wooyoung asked Mingi while they walked to the dance studio.

"I didn't know. I texted her this morning but she hadn't reply. So I thought she was just busy." Mingi frowned slightly. Yunho nudged Wooyoung to not ask anymore.

"Maybe I should go check on her to see if she's okay or bring her something." Mingi thought out loud, stopping in his spot.

"Maybe you can see her after practice. Indigo sounded fine during the meeting earlier." Seonghwa stepped in before Mingi could decide to just leave now.

"She's fine, right San? You went to see her this morning." Yeosang said. All heads turned to San.

"You visited her, hyung?" Jongho asked.

"Yeah, I had some time before coming here and I went. I heard she was not well so I went to get her some food and vitamin drinks to help her recover. Then we ate together. She was fine, just seemed tired." San recounted, nodding his head.

"Thankfully you had the time to go see if she was okay, San ah." Hongjoong patted the younger on the shoulder. The others nodded their heads in agreement, just glad to hear that you were okay.

But Mingi wasn't. There was a weird feeling in his chest, a sort of heaviness. Did you tell San you were sick and not him?

He admits that it was probably jealousy and the fact that you two have not been able to see each other recently. But something felt weird, something felt wrong.

"You good?" Yunho asked as the two of them trailed at the back of the group.

"Mmm..." Mingi nodded.

"Call her." Yunho encouraged, knowing it was the only way for Mingi to calm down and focus for the rest of the practice session. He didn't want to see his best friend get scolded by Hongjoong.

"Yeah." Mingi took his phone out and slipped into the handicap toilet, locking the door and sitting on the closed seat.

"Oh hey, Mings. What's up?" You answered after a few rings. Since it was a video call, you had propped the phone up against the bottom of your monitor to continue working. Mingi watched as you continued to work, now feeling guilty for bothering you while you were obviously busy.

"Mings? Are you okay? You're not saying anything." You stopped typing, looking straight at the camera. You picked up the device and blinked in confusion.

"I just wanted to hear your voice." Mingi forced out.

"I miss you too, Mings." You smiled softly. He finally relaxed, his tense shoulders falling slightly as he let out a shaky sigh.

"You know you can tell me anything, right baby? I'm never too busy for you. I'm a phone call away." He said. You nodded with a hum, eyes still trained on him to give him your full attention.

"And likewise for me too, Mings. Don't think that you're bothering me or interrupting my work. Just call me at any time." You said.

"I don't have morning practice tomorrow so I'll come over tonight?" He tilted his head.

"I'd like that. You know that you can come over whenever you want to. I love when you're here." You chuckled.

"Alright, I have to go before the others wait too long for me. But I'll see you tonight. I love you, baby." Mingi said, voice full of unwillingness to hang up.

"I love you too, Mings. Have a great practice session. See you later!" You wished before hanging up. With another sigh, Mingi stood up and left the bathroom to go to the practice room. He bowed apologetically to the members that were waiting for him.

"Sorry, let's start." Mingi said. From his warm up spot, Yunho looked at Mingi through the mirror. He guessed that the phone call went well because there was now an almost excited pep in his step.

Practice went well. After running through a few times, the 8 boys split up to work on the choreography in smaller groups.

"And 1, 2, 3, 4." Wooyoung counted as he worked in the small corner with Yeosang and San.

"Something is weird." Jongho laughed as he and Yunho worked together. His moves looked a little different from the taller male's. Yunho couldn't help but giggle.

"Like this, Jongho ah." Yunho directed.

RINGGGGGGGGG

"Yah, I thought I said phones on silent during practice." Hongjoong yelled from his spot, a frown on his face and his hands on his hips. He didn't know whose phone it was. But Jongho jogged over to his bag, picking up his ringing phone. His phone is usually on 'Do Not Disturb' but there were exceptions.

"Sorry, hyung. Family emergency." Jongho said and exited the room to take the phone call.

~

Series Masterlist

[waywardwizzard]

Serenity was quietest at night.

Simon sat reading on the common room couch, his sore leg stretched out in front of him. The only sound in the room was the silent turning of the pages and Serenity's gentle hum. The book dipped, Simon's eyes fluttering shut, when a sudden thump from the cargo bay made him start awake and drop the book, the movement jostling his sore leg.

"Wo de ma he ta de fen kuang de wai sheng dou-"

"Easy there, doc," Mal said, appearing in the doorway, the portable Cortex held in his hands. "Just me."

"I don't know if that's better or worse." Simon muttered, grimacing when a spasm shot through his leg.

The captain smiled and put the Cortex down on the coffee table next to Simon's leg, taking a seat on the chair next to the couch. "Leg botherin' ya?"

"Not at all," Simon deadpanned. "I've had mosquito bites worse than this."

Mal laughed, a small smile making its way onto the doctor's face.

The Cortex pinged and Mal's smile fell.

"Is something wrong, Captain?" Simon asked. He tried to push himself up but hissed when his leg shifted. Mal passed him the screen and sighed.

"They, uh, they updated yer wanted bulletins."

He didn't need to see the screen to know why the boy froze. Hell, he would have done the same.

Both of the Tam's bounty had been increased with a 1000 credits and the words Dead or Alive flashed next to Simon's name.

It was quiet, Serenity's engine a steady hum.

"It's a few days old-"

Simon's voice was soft and Mal almost missed it, but missing what he said was as hard as missing a brick wall.

"We'll leave."

Mal stopped, stunned.

"Huh?"

Simon's eyes were downcast, his jaw set and his body tensed.

"I said, Captain, we'll leave. River and I are a threat in more ways than one and-"

"Doc."

His voice was harsh but Mal wanted, needed, the kid to hear this.

"Doc, listen to me. You and yer sister are crew and that's not nothing. Ya ain't leavin' this ship just because yer bounty'd been increased. Yer safer here than anywhere else."

He tried to catch the doctor's eyes.

"If ya want to leave, then so be it. But it should be yer own decision, not out o' some misplaced sense of protection. We can look after our own, and, well," Mal smiled, "having a doc on board to patch us up after ain't too bad."

Simon laughed quietly and looked up at the Captain with suspiciously bright eyes.

"Why?"

"How many times do I have to say this, son? Yer on my crew."

Mal gently clapped Simon on the shoulder, careful not to jostle him.

He stood up, picking up the fallen book and handing it to Simon before he left. Just as he reached the doorway, he turned back. Simon looked up at him, frowning.

"Oh, and doc?"

"Yes Captain?"

"Try not to get shot again, dong ma?"

[kamy2425]

(Fanfiction) Discworld- "The Meaning of Death" Chapter 17 "The Uncertain Pages"

*~~It's Midnight~~Would you like to hold a kitty? ~~The Rincewind Door~~*

Ten minutes ago…

Rincewind rushed against the waves of many as the dimmed voice of Two-Flower pleaded to the wizard to not go as fast. Rincewind bumped into every shoulder, plates got thrown out of the air, bananas magically placed on the floor…his bad luck really has caught up to him!

The Palace doors burst open as the wizard’s legs now rumble to fight the ongoing domino effect made by a grueling set of stairs.

“Rincewind, wait!” Two-Flower called desperately, “There’s something I need to tell you!”

The wizard tripped onto his own robe, sending his body like a crimson wheel made up of hundreds of starry sequins rolling down the stairs. Now, no man nor horse stood in his path.

By the time the commotion settled, Two-Flower stood at the top of the stairs, staring down at the point where his friend had vanished. The gathered crowd murmured among themselves, wondering what exactly had just sped past them in a blur of red and panic.

Something caught Two-Flower’s eye. He bent down, picked it up, and waved it in the air.

“Rincewind! You lost a sock!”

Silence replied.

Ding…Dong…Ding…Dong…

Two-Flower raised his head over to the looming clock tower above him. It was midnight. The sock remained.

And the only thing rushing in Two-Flower’s mind was: When DID the Agatean Empire install a giant clock tower?

Now…

Rincewind’s uneven foot echoed back and forth on the half-cold concrete floor of Death’s Domain. 

Simustaneostly, the wizard’s mind was also quite busy playing a complicated game of frenzy ping pong. Meanwhile, Death stared at him, all while lifting his cup of tea slowly up to his skeletal lips. 

AS I SAID BEFORE, RINCEWIND. Death declared once again, TIME DOES NOT WORK THE SAME WAY HERE THAN THE DISC. 

“I know, I know,” Rincewind muttered, rubbing his temples as he sank into the chair Death had so thoughtfully provided.

DO YOU NEED TO HOLD A KITTY?

“No thanks, I already-huh?”

THIS ONE’S NAME…Death patted his lap as a furry creature leaped into his call, IS SNOWBELL.

Rincewind stared at the calico cat that was now purring against the skeletal figure. He then eyed another cat sitting on a corner of the room that was like a ball of cotton, “Why isn’t that one called Snowbell?”

Rincewind couldn’t tell very well, but he swore a bit of Death’s skull twitched at his response.

I…Death pondered for a while, HAD SNOWBELL FIRST BEFORE THE OTHER ONE.

“Uh-Huh.” Rincewind nodded suspiciously, “So what’s the name of the other cat?”

Death and the white cat exchanged a look. He raised his head back and responded, BUTTERSCOTCH.

A treacherous chuckle escaped the wizard. 

Death suddenly decided to stand up.

THE GODS ARE ANGRY. Death declared, THEY DEMAND EXPLANATION.

“Well…surely you can give it to them,” Rincewind suggested, “After all..it is sort of your fault, right? There’s really no reason for me to attend such a thing, right?”

THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT, Death replied, BUT THERE’S A BIGGER MATTER.

“Bigger?” asked Rincewind, “Bigger than the…Gods?”

FOLLOW ME, Death pointed at the hall, I WILL EXPLAIN AS WE GO.

Okay, Rincewind, the wizard’s mind echoed, we are left with two choices, right? If we step one foot back to reality, you might get zapped with whatever God aims better, OR…

“Yup, right behind you.”

…

THIS WAY.

The library doors closed behind them. Rincewind took a moment to inhale the familiar air of the room full of gold dust and books once more. He then eyed a specific bricked wall. And soon enough, the wall has manifested as a wooden door, with the plate above it labeled, Rincewind .

“So…” Rincewind whispered, “I didn’t imagine it…”

THE DOOR APPEARED A FEW WEEKS BACK, Death explained.

Rincewind, as the magical being of wizardry background placed his hands on the arch of the door, he felt a hum of magic.

“Well…what did Albe- Your um…servant thought about it?”

HIS THEORY…Death said, glaring at the empty room as if it personally offended him, IS THAT MAKING BATHROOMS THAT APPEAR ONCE YOU OPEN ANY DOOR MIGHT HAVE CAUSED A…LEAK OF REALITY.

“Well…I”

HE’S WRONG.

“Sure, but…”

HE’S WRONG.

“Of course! And such a brilliant invention it is!” Rincewind quickly agreed, with the desperate enthusiasm of a man who very much did not want to argue with Death about plumbing.

He brushed his hands at the wooden frame, magical dust swift away from his direction. His reflection beckoned him on the golden doorknob. And so his hand covered it.

This is crazy, he whispered.

And yet, the silent library heard the doorknob turn.

Revealing…

Another bookcase. All filled with red books and in numerical order.

The wizard let out a sigh of relief, “A bit anticlimactic, but I’ll take it.”

SQUEAK!

He looked down. The Death of Rats stood at his feet, pointing urgently at the first book on the shelf.

“Hmm? What is it?”

 Being an assistant librarian back at the University, Rincewind automatically reached for the first book and made the unfortunate choice to open it.

SQUEAK! SQUEAK! Celebrated the Death of Rats.

The pages of the book shifted around as the light from it engulfed the wizard.

“Oh…you little rat.”

…

The sky was heavy with ash, as the crimson spectacle bloomed brightly in the night. Rincewind blinked several times as he noticed his body had taken that of a spectral figure.

There was something familiar with this day, and the wizard looked up. The Sun, or what it appears to be a giant comet, was getting closer and closer.

“Wait…is this-”

The world shook into a fast forward blur, and his body now floated at the peak of the Tower of Art.

“Rincewiiiind!”

Two-Flower…or more specifically, a Two-Flower was holding a wizard’s hand, as both clung onto dear life against the abyss of the world below them.

But now…one remained.

“That didn’t happen!” protested Rincewind to the director of the universe, “I held his arm and then-”

“Well, what did you expect? We’re cowards!”

Rincewind turned his head to another spectral version of himself, as this Rincewind locked his eyes at the bottom of the tower.

“And you chose the easiest way out, didn’t you?” Asked our Rincewind.

“A way we both know it was there!” Responded the other wizard, “Oh, don’t look at me like that!”

Rincewind could not see his own face, but he could plainly see that of a sadden Two-Flower, arms still waiting for the absent to grab.

“I mean, what do they expect from me, really?” The other Wizard paced around him, “I’m not a grand wizard! I don’t have powers! It was all that stupid spell! And oh, the praising of that guy. I seriously believe he was unto us the whole time. Probably laughing at us behind our backs how we pretended to be this big wizard.”

“He would never.”

The Other wizard smirked, “Well, I sure showed him. And the world…They’ll probably make a nice poem of this, you think? Or a nice portrait or maybe even a-huh, nice sky today, isn’t it?”

Rincewind didn’t have to look up this time, as the world was now covered in whiteness and warmth.

TIME TO GO RINCEWIND.

“Well, this is my stop.” Said the Other Rincewind as he walked towards the skeletal being, “For what is worth, I’m sorry for all the appointments and paperwork that my death will bring to you.”

NONE TAKEN.

“Wait just a darn minute!”

They both stopped. The world stopped. The eyes of the audience stared at the unscripted intrusion.

Rincewind took a sharp breath, “You can’t just leave the world to rot like this! What about this city? What about our frien-”

The other wizard shrugged his shoulders, “Not my problem, it seems. And isn’t that grand?”

Rincewind’s throat tightened as he watched the other him step into the glowing portal that Death had placed. It blinked from existence. The wind blazed between the two beings left in the world of whiteness.

Death stepped forwards and held his hand up,

YOU REACHED THE END, RINCEWIND. YOU SHOULD GO.

Of course. Of course all versions of Death were connected.

It didn’t surprise him.

Not even a little.

“The end of what, really?” The voice of Rincewind demanded.

A glimmer of blue fire shone from the darkness of Death’s eyes.

Death grinned, NOW THAT IS A QUESTION.

The ground shook as the waving tides of paper folded the world around him.

Tip…Tap….

Tip…

….Tap?

…

“By the Gods, how many are there?”

IT STARTED WITH EIGHT VOLUMES. AFTER THAT…IT DID NOT STOP.

Rincewind ran his fingers along the spines of the books, feeling the dust of countless possibilities settle beneath his fingertips. These books… he thought. These books tell my deaths.

Not just one. Not even a handful. All the places, all the moments where his demise had been not just likely, but certain .In some, the world has died. In others, he died a Hero. And in some unfortunately… his tale was forgotten.

But it hasn’t! Rincewind told himself, and who's at faul- whose to bla- no no no. Those aren’t the right words, are they? Yes, the gods have meddled here and there, but something within Rincewind’s wizardly instincts was telling him there was something else! But what? No one knows. Or at least…oh. Gods. They might know something…right?

“I think…I need to use the toilet.”

SURE. ANY DOOR WILL DO.

“Thanks.”

He bolted for the nearest door and slammed it shut behind him.

…

Cool water splashed against his face. The sharp scent of eucalyptus oil hung in the air, curling through the steam like an invisible hand patting him on the back for limited comfort. And his own face stared back at him.

He has changed a lot, hasn’t he? And not just because of his new haircut.

He would think that after a whole endless game of being forced to play hero, would make him somewhat like Cohen, right? But according to Two-Flower, even a great hero like him knew fear.

And it never stopped.

But has Cohen really stopped and asked why that is?

What about Conina? Was she also doomed to a life of heroic endeavors? 

But even then, how many Apocalypse can the world of the Disc can really have in this day and age?

Things have changed!

But…

What about the Gods?

Maybe…they need a bit of change too, don’t they? A little voice of defiance whispered in the back of Rincewind’s mind.

But now, before anything can get started, there’s just one thing left to do first:

“Where is my darn sock?”

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary575

4/29/25

tuesday

wanna sleep right now.

still need to work out and then wash my face though.

i did a lot of music stuff today, 3 songs improved, a lot, i think. one went from sounding flat and fake to sounding much more textured. i'm pleased about that. the other two i did i think may end up needing to be thought about more, we'll see though. i should make a list of songs i'll need to go back on to check. i also wrote a riff, in my notebook. not a big deal really, but noodling around on guitar being productive feels nice.

okay, the list was made. not a huge deal, also, but it's nice to have it down, so a week from now i'm gonna go check those songs, and then there's some other stuff i can shore up between then. i should also be writing nonsense down for the lyrics on some songs on the ep and see what comes out, and what ideas pool together, i should take the ep as an opportunity to do some more loose and weird stuff w/ lyrics.

this manga is so true to life sometimes...

i feel like the sounds i'm getting right now are good and it's in a way / with a method that is easy to carry between sounds, at least as a way to test, it's just using multiband distortion surgically on the lower frequencies to give them more body/prominence either earlier in the chain or right at the end to tighten everything. it's very simple but it's good. the other thing is a little embarrassing, but in trash 2, the distortion plugin, there's a lot of sounds i like that i can get from it, using fucked up waveshapes i draw in, but the issue would be that they create a ton of noise, and are nearly useless because that noise drowns everything else out. i realized, though... there is a filter thing on the waveshaping stage that's hidden in a tab i never looked at really, that lets me filter away that noise that drowns everything out. so that helps me get clankier sounds...

this makes my mood better at least. i find tatsun relatable for some reason. i am not feeling normal or clear enough to explain it. i think it must just be the glasses and that despite trying to appear competent at things she is kind of messy and strange. i also like the way she looks in her maid outfit. i should like to look as good.

now i'm going to cry. why does this ping pong between good jokes and making me want to cry. it's strange when things are so good. or it's really not weird at all. that kind of thing, both things amplify one another, tonal whiplash makes you more vulnerable generally or it opens one up to the possibility of vulnerability. it is tethered to the carnivalesque in that way, where you're rocking between two extremes and feeling something really strange, a laughter at the same register of tears where no distinction is necessary. which is to say, weirdly touching gag manga has as much claim to that realm as bataille and all the insane french writers and transgressive artists.

this dong is making me sad too... it reminds me of a dog we used to have, my stepdad loved her a lot. she died a few years ago. i wasn't around when it happened but she meant a lot to him, she wasn't doing well. the dog having such serious eyes makes me think of her looking at me from heaven. something like that is too depressing to deal with, it brings forth images of her judging my entire life, and also some kind of sadness in her over it or something. or maybe the general niceness of the afterlife and having to see earth. of course, none of that is real. it's a strange image, and often stuff like that affects me a lot, weird images and evocations of the afterlife.

another volume complete .

i will be sleeping soon, but the situation from yesterday has become even more stupid. for some reason, this feels so ridiculous to explain, i can't even go into all of it, but basically it's a server that the people / friend group who run it are really weird and anal so they have it set that you need to have roles to see channels, they like removed access from me, today, and then more recently, just removed me. which i'm offended and mildly hurt by, not like my feelings are what's hurt really, if anything i dislike that it's easy for me to feel 'okay fuck you then,' in situations like this, it's just a vague, shock i guess, which is something sort of like pain. so i'm like offended and shocked, that it's about something this stupid and i don't really grasp why. i guess they just didn't care for me that much and wanted to jettison me since the friend who i'm actually closer to there left because they're bad at being funny. it sucks, there were people who i thought of as friends and liked talking to. i imagine it's not like that went two ways though. so whatever. one of them, the guy who the whole group is centered around, i thought we were pretty close we'd talked for years in dms, about music and his life, he was the one who traveled to brazil and had that awful time. somehow not really finding the ironic anime gooner bit funny is enough cause to make me less present in someone's life. i guess i'm not really bothered that i can be 'fuck you,' about that. how stupid.

oh well,

how quaint, you can spit farther than me,

it's like nothing ultimately. internet nonsense. at least it's something to be annoyed by that keeps my mind off feeling so ugly that i should stop existing or something. i need to go outside more... it sort of hurts, emotionally, that something like this figures into my life at all. all the other people i know online, it's like, if they were bothered by me, if they were like i don't want to talk anymore, and stuff, it wouldn't feel so pathetic, it'd be an actual interpersonal thing. this feels like being removed from a forum because you necro a post or something. just totally weird anal stuff from internet community people. that friend group that guy acquired over the years was all wikia people, so i guess that makes sense, that they'd be retentive in that way.

i'm sure there are plenty that aren't like this. i imagine another reason i was removed is also that i'm not from where they're from, online. which is also just so stupid.

i can't believe (some of) my irl friends will start fighting about hasan and ethan klein and then (some of) my internet friends will become strange over anime gooner bits. having my gf in my life definitely makes this all more bearable. as well as my writer friends.

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[anti-socialexperiment]

I've come to make an announcement: The Paddler's a bitch-ass motherfucker. He pissed on my fucking husband. That's right. He took his alien fuckin' ping pong dick out and he pissed on my FUCKING husband, and he said his dick was THIS BIG, and I said that's disgusting. So I'm making a callout post on my Tweet-da-dit-da-DA.com. Paddler, you got a small dick. It's the size of this walnut except WAY smaller. And guess what? Here's what my dong looks like. That's right, baby. I have no dong, I got my bottom surgery, which means I'm better than you. He fucked my husband, so guess what, I'm gonna fuck rhythm heaven. That's right, this is what you get! My SUPER LASER PISS! Except I'm not gonna piss on rhythm heaven. I'm gonna go higher. I'm pissing on the MOOOON! How do you like that, SPACE GRAMPS? I PISSED ON THE MOON, YOU IDIOT! You have twenty-three hours before the piss DROPLETS hit the fucking earth, now get out of my fucking sight before I piss on you too!