#forgive me for not checking my ask box in like 2 years

[overheardatthecontinental]

John wick au where Charon is Mr Mosbey from Sweet Life of Zack and Cody

This is everything

[dilvuc]

『 WHEN YOU GET JEALOUS 』 pt. 2

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: gender neutral

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: when you get jealous pt.

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: dorm leaders x gn!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: none

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: when you get jealous

╰┈➤ when you get jealous pt. 1

╰┈➤ VIL

dating isn't easy, not when you're dating a model and actor with 5m followers on magicam. it made you so jealous. not jealous of vil, but the fans who tried to grab his attention. you had been scrolling through the comments and it was filled with love and support from fans, plus comments that are…different.

you are now a bodyguard…

“Aww, these fans are too kind.” vil chuckled bashfully. “It's nice of them to bring me gifts.”

“Too many gifts. You don't know if it's from fans…” you mumbled with your arms folded. you are cautiously sure that it might be some creepy photos of vil or some dangerous objects. vil sighed, “You're overthinking it. It might be some wholesome gifts.”

you prepared your magic pen, waiting for something dangerous to happen as vil opened the box. the box opened to reveal a teddy bear with a bowtie. suspicious…

“So cute~” the beautiful blonde beamed, pulling the bear from the box. you sighed, “You should check to see if there aren't any cameras inside of it.”

“...Fine, whatever. You're either jealous or just overprotective. Perhaps both.” vil huffed, turning the teddy’s back to face him.

it turned out there weren't any cameras inside, just cotton. yeah, you did that on purpose to get vil to ruin the teddy bear because you were jealous and now you are forced to fix it.

╰┈➤ IDIA

jealous. you're jealous of the mega plush you win for idia on his birthday. what's the point of being jealous of a object? boy, the ignihyde dorm leader was clinging on the plush, happily snuggling with it. the plush was precious to him. almost too precious. that plush needs to back off, because

idia belongs to you…

“Say, Idia. How much do you love the plush?” you asked, holding back your jealousy.

“W-well, it's a gift from you, so…I thought it's precious to me. It made me think of you” idia timidly smiled, holding the plush close. you felt a strike in your heart, you're gonna have a heart attack.

“Damnit. My heart…” you clenched on your heart.

“P-please hang in there, [Y]!” idia sweatdropped. you knee down on the floor, already feeling defeated. you shouldn't be jealous of a plush. if it makes idia happy, then it's fine.

the dorm leader knew you were jealous, so he decided to put the plush to the side and demanded a cuddle from you. you were overjoyed that you nearly collapsed.

╰┈➤ MALLEUS

you're not too overprotective like sebek, right? but worse. you did vow hundred years ago that you will protect malleus and there you go, jealous. jealous of the mc. lilia knows you vow to protect him, but…

aren't you being a little too overprotective?

"[Y], dear…Please stop glaring at them." malleus demanded you. you stop glaring as malleus’ command and look away. but when he's not looking, you continue the death stare. “[y]...”

you flinched a little, “Yes…?”

“If you won't stop, I won't forgive you…” malleus scolded you with a pout. you instantly apologized, “Sorry…!”

you rather die than seeing malleus angry at you. although, his pouty face is cute.

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on my books on wattpad. if you wish to read those books, here's my wattpad account.

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[nunalastor]

I have been struck by an idea for Angel Alastor AU

*Alastor's POV*

A couple months into his stay in Hell Alastor finds and figures out how deals work, as well as their roll they play in maintaining this realm. He is excited to try it out and finds out he is really good at it. BUT!! After awhile the people he takes under his care collapse into shows of light. He doesn't get it. What is he doing wrong! the only 2 thralls not leaving are Nifty and husker.

Let's see he takes in children and women who did what they had to do to survive. Check! Give them free housing in the forest he grew with his magic. Check!! Employ the women as either teachers/caretakers for the kids or writers for his radio shows. CHECK!!! Basically build and maintain a self sufficient community that doesn't have to worry about the stress of hell while he get to have his fun. Check fucking CHECK!!!!

No matter how many years pass in hell it keeps happening. It's confusing but that's ok, he only did it because all the most respected Overlords of hell run and maintain communities. His new bestie Rosie, Carmillia, Missi Zilla, Zestial and even that pathetic picture Box that got a lucky hit to his forehead with an angelic dagger ( thankfully Alastor bashed vox's face in before he could back up the memory) has one. Well the Princess is opening a hotel i hopes of rehabilitating sinners should be fun. He just hopes that the letters he wrote for Guy, Emily and his Mom and that they forgive him for his selfish acts.

*Heaven's/Micheal's POV*

It has been years since the one so loved by Heaven went missing because of Adam's carelessness when something miraculous starts happening. The souls of women and children damned to Hell start appearing before the high Seraphim Sera. Despite all the struggles the souls went through and endured, they had one thing in common.

Alastor

When Micheal is filled in on what's happening he doesn't rushes to the observation orb within Heavens Court house. With the help of the very souls Alastor redeemed he lays eyes upon his beloved for the first time in years. The sight is both comforting and devastating as Micheal watches Alastor rub at a nasty scar along his temple.

Of course. Everything makes sense now. His beloved wouldn't abandon everyone he loves on a whim. He didn't know it was possible for the love he has held for his deer to grow deeper because even when trapped in hell under the delusion that they're a demon Al still went out of his way to help others. After many apology's to Guy, Emily and Al's Mom for the deceit Sera decides the best course of action going forward is to call a meeting with Lucifer.....OH, Lucifer sent his daughter in his place. WAIT! She's starting up a redemption project that's perfect we can give her support through the search party now led by a talented exorcist by the name of Vagatha And his beloved's best friend Guy who's a detective turned therapist.

Charlie: "wait uncle, you know redemption is possible?"

Micheal: "Well yes, but not how because my boyfriend the saint who figured out how to do so, got trapped in Hell due to a tragic mistake some years ago suffering a horrible head wound. We were finally able to find him but we don't know how much he truly remembers."

*Lilith POV*

Lilith who has spent the last couple of years getting faded off champagne on a beach: "I feel like i'm forgetting something important" -the unopened letters Alastor asked her to deliver sitting at the bottom of her luggage- "If i can't remember, probably not a big deal."

-sleep deprived Anon-

P.S. the thought of Alastor finally finding joy in his after life only to have it be ripped out from under him because he is unintentionally being really helpful is funny and the growing unhinged perspective of Micheal as he searches for his beloved, is absolutely delightful for me

P.S.S. I had to write this down twice so it's a lot longer than it was originally so here's this wall of text-sorry not sorry

👀

[lizzieislife94x]

Road Trip (e.o)

Lizzie x G!P reader

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Lizzies POV:

"Let's go hoooooe" I beep my horn over and over waiting for my bestfriend y/n she takes so fucking long this bitch she literally said I'm ready come pick me up and she's not ready I love her but sometimes I wanna strangle her "ugh finally I've been waiting 10 minutes" I huff turning to her as she laughs "calm your panties lizzies let's get this show on the road I'm so excited" she leans over to hug me as I pretend I don't want her too she's so fucking beautiful I love to spend as much time with her as possible so 16 hours on the road alone in the car is perfect, she's had my heart for the last 5 years I've never had the courage to do anything about I don't wanna ruin our friendship I love her to much but I can't help but constantly check her out "ok I forgive you loser let's go, I'll drive the first few hours then we can find somewhere to chill and sleep then you take the next few hours tomorrow and so on" I explain we could easily do the 16 hours in one go but this trip is about us spending a few days together because we don't get to see each other often "that sounds perfect lizzie" she smiles sweetly god her smile, we start our drive talking and enjoying each other company laughing like mad men

 Y/ns POV:

"No way your boss said that??" She asks in complete shock I can't help but giggle "yeah he did can you believe he thought I wanted to sleep with him I've worked there for 3 years and the idiot hasn't realised I'm into women" I say smirking at lizzie "yeah no offence y/n all anyone has to do is spent 20 minutes with you to know your a lady lover" she says in a flirty tone I laugh and sigh leaning my head back against the head rest, yes lizzie I'm completely for the ladies but I only want you, I think as I would never tell her that I don't want to lose her and if I let my stupid feelings get in the way I'd lose her she'd never speak to me again "hey give me your phone I wanna put music on" I say as I rest my hand on hers andshe smiles "its right there y/n" she says pointing down to where the drinks sit, I grab her phone and unlock it "awh we are so fucking cute" I say referring to the photo of us as her lockscreen and I think she's blushing "we still have 2 hours to go wanna stop and get some food and blankets and pillows" she smiles at me "yessssss babes sounds like a plan to me" I jump excitedly in my seat and she giggles at my antics we pull in to Mcdonalds and get some food after half an hour we walk over to target to get blankets and pillows "ohhh lizzie we should get snacks for watching Netflix" I suggest "that's actually a great idea" we grab lots of snacks and drinks and I grab a box of tissues incase lizzie needs to pee "let's go find the perfect spot to set up by the time we get there the sun should just be setting " I say in a calm tone "mmh I love the sunset its so beautiful " lizzie says as I pack the stuff into the car

we spend the remaining 2 hours in a comfortable silence occasionally chatting about stuff that we could watch, we've settled for big momma and big momma 2 she always gets her way but fuck she's so precious I could never say no to her, we find the perfect spot and park up with a perfect view of the sunset I grab her hand as we sit and watch it until it disappears "let's get the car all cosy and we can set up the movie" I whisper as I get out and open the back doors and put the back seats down and fix a few blankets down so we're comfortable I then fix the pillows and grab a few blankets to cover us "everything's ready ma'am just need your laptop" I say smiling as lizzie gets into the back smiling "this is beautiful y/n" I blush and look down "I'm going to get stripped I normally sleep naked but obvs I'm not over the next few days so is it OK if I wear my boxers and sports bra?" I question shyly and she giggles "of course that's fine y/n same here as long as you don't mind me in my bra and panties" I gulp and blush at the thought "no uh thats fine" I whisper nervously and strip my clothes off leaving me in my boxers and sports bra I climb into the back and get under the covers after a few minutes lizzie joins me as I set the laptop up and play the movie.

Lizzies POV:

Fuck I'm trying to focus on the movie but I can't y/n is half naked laying right against me thank god she fell asleep because I'm panicking here "mmh there fuck.." wait a minute is she moaning Holy fucking shit I notice the blanket poking up and instantly lift it to look under fuck she has a hard on yep she was definitely moaning "fuck lizzie..take it ju..st like that" I instantly freeze was she moaning my name fuck I feel the wetness instantly pooling in my panties "lizzie..uhhh god yy..es" the sound of her moaning my name alone is enough to make me cum fuck, I need to wake her up "hey y/n wake up babe y/n" I whisper shaking her as she wakes up and opens her eyes wide as she sees me "oh hey lizzie is everything ok what time is it " god  even her saying my name now I'm only gonna think of her moaning it 

Y/ns POV:

I woke up and instantly knew I had a hard on shit I hope she doesn't see it I had a sex dream about lizzie it's nothing new but I freaked out inside when she woke me up because I've never had a sex dream about her while she's laying beside me I move a little and try to hide my dick "where you dreaming about me" I freeze as the words leave her mouth how does she know "you where moaning alot and you moaned my name" she says as if she read my mind "I'm so sorry liz I had no control over my dream please don't hate me" she giggles and pulls the blankets off and climbs ontop of me oh god what is happening "oh shut up and do something about it" I smirk and unclip her bra letting her perfect tits fall out I automatically latch my mouth around her nipple as she grinds into my raging hard on "fuck lizzie that feels amazing" i moan against her nipple as she continues "lizzie you are fucking soaked I groan" she blushes and looks into my eyes "how do you know y/n" I smirk and bite my lip "your pussy is that wet its soaked my boxers I can feel it on my cock " i tease kissing her neck "ugggh just fuck me y/n I've waited to long for this" she moans as I flip us and take my boxers off and slide her panties off fuck the sight of her soaked core is making me harder "mmh fuck you look fucking amazing "I moan as I run my fingers through her wet folds earning a moan for my best friend "put it in y/n fuck me" I moan at her assertion and do as I'm told I line my cock up to her entrance and slide in slowly "fuckkk lizzie you feel so fucking good" I moan pushing my entire length inside the moaning blonde under me "yessss fuck y/n youre so big sh..it" I gave her a minute to adjust before I start thrusting my hips slowly making sure to hit the right spots as I thrust, fuck I never knew my best friend sounded so fucking sexy moaning my name "yes yes yes y/n right...there fuck dont fucking stooop" she screams as I pick up my pace fucking her harder and faster "I'm cummmmming oh holy fucking shit im cumming" she screams out like a pornstar I feel her pussy walls squeeze my cock as I hold back my orgasm and she cums all over my cock "good girl" I moan slowling my thrusts letting her ride out her orgasm "fuck y/n you feel amazing inside me" she pants out her hands gripping my biceps as she tries to steady her breathing, I keep my dick inside her and move her legs over my shoulder "do you have one more lizzie" I moan thrusting slowly leaning down to place a gently kiss on on her lips "mmmh yes definitely baby" she moans "fuck me fuck me please" I start snapping my hips hard and fast as the car shakes like crazy and my best friend screams under me fuck her pussy feels amazing I continue thrusting feeling the orgasm fast approaching "fuck lizzie cum for me I want you to cum for me before I fill your tight little cunt with my seed " I pant out staring into my best friends eyes and all I see is lust and desire "fuck fuck I'm cumming daddyyy" she screams arching her back as I continue to slam my cock deep inside her After one final thrust I start shooting my load deep inside my best friend and it feels amazing I've wanted this for the longest time, I lay beside her panting as I grab her hand "that was amazing lizzie are you on the pill?" I moan looking at her as she turns to me "yes it was amazing no one has ever made me cum that hard and nope im not" she smirks running her finger down my nose biting her lip. 

Well I guess there's a chance I just impregnated my best fried the thought has me biting my lip this woman is something else and god i love her.

AN: just to keep the book up to date if you like it let me know if you want a request message me I do them all right away babes word Count is 1.8k

[minofinno]

It probably took me at least 2 years to actually realize I never did a proper introduction of myself on tumblr so erm,,

Hi! Artist & animator in the corners who illustrates things I like!

I am a writer as well and enjoys writing stories, reading etc :)

Anyhow, I'm a multifandom & oc's person, so my content includes A LOT of mixed stuff from time to time, please don't expect me to fully only post about one content on this acc 😭

(I'm a small artist so popularity is very low on my list, it's overwhelming for me.)

I only usually post when I feel like it or have actual art in my hands so please don't expect me to post daily. Tumblr is a platform where I am not too online often, as I check solely art or talk with friends I know.

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Please don't be weird or anything, I am a minor with my own boundaries too.

I type in caps a lot, but otherwise I type in normal text too, it mixes a lot.

Sometimes I'm online, sometimes I'm not, I will likely only go online if it's a friendwho texts me otherwise or checking stuff.

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ANYHOW that's all I guess, if any of you has any questions you'd like to ask, you can ask in the ask box or here then :>

Chào! 🫶♥️

[modern-day-bard]

Other Duties As Assigned: A Joel Miller Fanfiction

Chapter 2: The Call

Joel

It had been a year or two since I was punched straight in the face. I had forgotten how much it can stun you, but also how much it can wake you up.

And I guess that’s what I was looking for right now; a reason to wake up.

Working security detail has its perks, especially when we were given a break for over a month. I had recently discovered, however, that there is too much time to think when left alone for that long. And when the guy standing in front of me, Tommy this time, is shifting his weight, angling to hit me again, that is all I need to think about. It offers a release, of course, but it also gives me permission to turn my brain off.

Tommy lurches once more, but I learned from last time. He takes a step before he swings, and I dodge it, and punch him in the gut.

“Oof!” He exclaims, stumbling back.

I chuckle, keeping my feet loose. “That was payback.”

Tommy doesn’t laugh. He cracks his neck before taking another step. I use the same tactic as before, punching him in the gut again.

“Not fair,” He croaks, “Can’t hit in the same spot twice.”

“I can if you keep making the same mistakes, you idiot.” I can’t help but smile, even when chastising him.

“I made a mistake when I gave you a split lip?”

“No,” I twist, punching him in the gut yet again when he steps forward, “You made a mistake by constantly stepping before you punch.” Tommy grunts in pain, “What have I told you about that?”

“Bastard. I’m tapping out.” Tommy steps back out of the ring, grabbing a towel.

“Already? We’ve been sparring for like fifteen minutes.”

“Whatever, Green Beret. Aren’t you supposed to be on vacation? Taking it easy?”

I shrug, stepping out of the ring and grabbing a towel for myself. “I was taking it easy. And not to be an asshole, but aren’t you supposed to be better at this? If you own the place.”

Then I’m getting whipped with the tail of a towel.

“I’m not the boxing guy, I’m the karate guy. Mark is the boxing guy.”

“Ah,” I grab my water bottle and take a swig. “Sorry.”

“I feel like you haven’t been gone long enough to excuse forgetting that.”

“Yeah…but I feel like I’ve been gone long enough where you can forgive it.”

Finally, Tommy chuckles. “For now. Especially because you’re still bleeding,” he points to my lip, and I reach for my gym bag to get a bandage.

When I grab the small first aid pack, I check my phone, sighing when I see it.

“What’s up?” Tommy asks, unwrapping his hands.

“Missed call from HQ…” I’m already redialing.

After two rings, Angus picks up with a gruff, “Go.”

“Angus. I missed your call.”

“Hey, Miller. You got a second?”

I take a seat on the bench against the wall of the gym. “Yeah. New assignment?”

“Not quite. I just had a call from New York, and I’m hoping you’ll hear me out on this one.”

I expect him to continue, but he doesn’t. “I’m listening.”

“Does the name Guinevere Russell mean anything to you?”

I think for a moment. “No. Should it?”

“How about the Russell Corporation?”

“No, sir.”

“Ah, well, I wouldn’t necessarily expect you to know about ‘em. You’ve been out of the loop a bit since Venezuela.”

“Do they need me back at the embassy?”

“No, no, this isn’t an assignment. It’s a career opportunity. You’ve been with me ten years now, Miller. That call I got was from William Russell himself. He owns one of the largest media companies in the world. His daughter, Miss Russell, is in need of a personal security officer. It’s a long-standing position, but it’s stateside. Similar timezone as your family and all that, could be an added benefit.”

I glance over at Tommy, who’s pretending not to be eavesdropping.

“Anyway, it’s a pay raise as well. Quite generous, actually. About two grand a day.”

Two grand…a day? Maybe they only want me on a couple days a month for events. Who else would be paying that much?

“What kind of coverage do they need?”

“It’s twenty-four-seven. That’s the only catch. They want someone live-in, going to events, the whole nine yards.” I do some quick mental math, but it doesn’t take much to realize that is a shit load of money. “I know you have experience in this area, and the embassy couldn’t sing your praises anymore if they tried. I thought of you first when Mr. Russell called. I told him I’d send the best I got.”

“Thanks, Angus…” I hesitate.

“I know how things went down with your last private detail. I would hate for that to sway your decision. Just think about it, and give me a call. I told them I would have someone with them by tomorrow evening, so, think fast.”

“Thank you, I will.”

“Talk soon,” Angus hangs up.

I squeeze my phone, keeping my eyes on the floor.

“You moving out already?” In my peripheral, I can see Tommy leaning against the wall, watching me.

“Maybe. It’s…optional.”

“D.C.?”

“No, New York. It’s not political. It’s, uh, private security detail.”

He nods slowly, perusing his lips for a minute before asking, “You thinking of taking it?”

I lean back, rubbing my hand across my face. “I don’t know.”

Tommy doesn’t say anything for a bit, and when he does, his voice is much softer than before. “It wasn’t your fault, you know.”

“Tommy,” I say in warning, “Don’t.”

He holds his hands in front of his chest, “Alright, alright. It’s just, if it keeps you here, around familiar things, I would take it. How’s the pay?”

“Hefty... Two grand a day. Every day of the week.”

He lets out a low whistle. “I mean…Come on. You’ve been traveling to different embassies for what, ten years? And the money’s alright, but it’s nothing like that. Maybe it’s time you stayed in one place.”

“Yeah. Maybe.”

“It could be a good experience. Listen, you go, you hate it, you call Angus and he gets you on the next flight out to whatever diplomat needs you next.”

I shoot him a look.

“You know I’m right. Give it two months. By then you’ll have made a huge chunk of change, and maybe you’ll feel…a little redemption. That’s all I’m saying.” Tommy keeps his hands up in defense, walking away toward the office in the front of the gym.

For a moment, I consider it. Unwanted memories flood my mind. Finding her, telling her family what happened... I shake my head, shaking the memories off with it.

The daughter of a media mongol? At least it’s dissimilar to the last private assignment. I don’t know how old she is, but for all I know I would just need to escort her to and from school or work. If I did this job even for a couple of months, I could be set for a while. Reevaluate. See if I want to stay in Texas or move to D.C. and find something more permanent. Regardless, it would keep me from traveling so much. I could take a break. A real one, not one where I’m waiting for the next call. And I won’t admit it, but Tommy is right. This isn’t like the embassy, it’s private work. I could resign at any time.

I hold out my hands in front of me. Only mildly shaking at the thought of private work. Hardly even detectable. Maybe I am ready. Maybe it won’t be like last time.

“Two months?” I call towards the office.

Tommy shoots a thumbs up out of the doorway. “Just two months!”

With another heavy sigh, I dial Angus back.

“Go.”

“Alright, Angus. When do I fly out?”

- - -

Not even eight hours later, I was freshly showered and carrying my duffle on board the largest private jet I had seen. I’d flown private before, but it was usually government issued and filled with politicians, publicists, and other security guards. I expected something similar walking on board, but instead, I was simply greeted with the flight attendant who offered me a glass of champagne.

“No, thank you.”

She smiles at me, taking my duffle from me without asking. I feel like I should keep it close, but she’s already disappeared with it behind a curtain.

I survey the cabin. There is a plush, cream-colored leather couch opposite the plane door. Next to it, a full-sized desk with four seats on either side. Further down the cabin there are four oversized recliners, followed by another curtain in the back. I adjust the baseball cap on my head before running a hand along the top of one of the office chairs. They look as though they’ve never been sat in before, and they feel more genuine than the couch in my apartment.

The sound of the curtain being pulled aside brings my attention to the far side of the cabin. A short, older man with skin almost as pale as his silvering hair steps out and strides over to me, hand extended.

“Mr. Miller, I’m Arthur Burton. I’m an advisor of Mr. Russell’s. I’ve been on his legal council for more years than I’d like to admit.” I accept his hand, feeling suddenly underdressed in my dark jeans and flannel. In ordinary clothes, this man would look just like any other guy. And maybe it’s just our surroundings, but I think it’s his demeanor, and his attire. For whatever reason, he just looks regal. We’re going to be flying several hours to JFK, and yet here he is in a three piece suit, gold watch, and freshly shined shoes. All he’s missing is a damn monocle.

“Good to meet you, sir.”

“Likewise. I understand you took this assignment last minute, and I appreciate that. Please, have a seat. We’ll be taking off in a minute.”

He inclines his head toward the table next to us, and I take a seat across from him. I was too busy noticing all of the finishes—both on the plane and on Arthur—that I didn’t realize he was carrying a manilla envelope in his left hand.

“I was advised by your employer to give you whatever information might help you look after Miss Russell. She has had security detail before for larger events, but never something so consistent. Your employer also informed me that you were not familiar with the family, is that right?”

“No, I’m sorry.” I hear the engines powering up around us, and we start to move along the tarmac.

Arthur waves off my apology. “I don’t ask out of pride,” He pulls the first few photos out of the envelope and slides them across to me. “This is William Russell. I’m unsure if he will be able to meet us when we land.” Arthur points at the first photo of a tall, clean-cut, unsmiling man. He must be in his late sixties, if not older. I’m unsure if it’s age or disposition, but that scowl looks persistent, even through a photograph. “He’s the one who hired you. This is his townhome,” Arthur points to a photograph of an illustrious brownstone. “It’s on the Upper East Side. I’ve included a floor plan here as well. Miss Russell tends to split her time between her father’s home and her personal apartment in lower Manhattan.” He slides a photograph of a slightly more modest, much more modern, apartment building. “There is a floor plan of that apartment included as well. These are her most consistent friends,” Arthur pulls out another photo. “Nyah, Harper, and Landon.” He points between a model-type with dark features, a smiling redhead, and a tall, brunette with clipped hair. “Besides the staff, whom I’ve included briefings of, they are her most frequent visitors who are either aware of some of the passwords to enter both buildings, or have keys to one or both.”

Well, we’re going to be changing that.

For now, I simply nod.

“Finally, as far as people go, this is Miss Russell,” Arthur takes out a final photograph, sliding it over. In the photo stood a woman on a bright green, manicured lawn with the ocean in the distance behind her. She had a floral garden dress on that hugged her curves perfectly. Long, flowy blond waves fell all the way down her back, and she sported the most genuine smile I’d seen in some time. From what I could tell, she hardly resembled her father at all. In short, she was stunning. Undeniably stunning. Which, for all I knew, was relevant to the case.

“Guinevere,” Arthur continues, “Often goes by Gwen to people who know her. Over the past several years, she’s become rather an ‘it girl’ as some folks may say. Any social media account she’s made has millions of followers. Though she rather enjoys that, it’s created several problems. She refuses to hire a publicist. She’s had stalkers, several of them. They don’t seem to cause her any anxiety, but some of the comments are…disturbing. Russell Corporation controls what we can with getting some of them removed, but recently, Miss Russell has been almost purposefully making her situation worse… But, uh, before I continue, I’ll need you to sign an NDA.”

“Of course.” Standard procedure. Though part of me is cursing Angus for saying the only catch with this job was the hours. This woman is a superstar, and very much in the public eye. Making the risk much, much higher. A higher risk even than—nope. Not going there now.

When Arthur slides the document across to me, it only takes a few minutes to glance it over. I’m surprised there’s no addendum that prevents me from telling people whom I work for, it’s only pertaining to the nature of the work. I’ll recommend they change that for future employees later. I sign it and slide it back over by the time we hit cruising altitude.

Arthur clears his throat, and it looks like he’s struggling to find the right words. “She allows many visitors into her apartment. Late night guests, I should say. Never does a background check, never worries about being robbed, or worse.” His face reddens and he checks the watch on his wrist. “Her and her father have been having significant trouble in the past year or so. They’ve never been particularly close, but after Miss Russell got her MBA, it was expected she would work at headquarters. But just a few short months after she moved home, she was off the rails. Mr. Russell sent her on an extended Europe trip, disguised to the public as acquiring data from our other offices, and when she returned I thought things had changed. She was attending business events, making small talk, you know, all that jazz. But last week…” He pulled another photo out of the envelope, and I make note of how he refuses to look at the table now that this article is on top of it.

RUSSELL BARES ALL: The heiress left little to the imagination last Saturday night, both inside, and out.

The headline sits on top of a photo of Gwen, standing on a stage under a spotlight, wearing what might as well be lingerie. I skim the article, which claims there were rumors that she had gotten sick upon her father’s arrival, though there were no photos to confirm. An unnamed source also claimed that she had been completely intoxicated, barely able to stand up on her own. At the end of the article, there is an additional photo of her leaving the hotel, eyes glazed over, waving at the camera that captured what is essentially a photo of her completely bare backside.

“I see.” I flip the papers over so that neither of us have to look at it anymore.

“To be frank with you, Mr. Miller. I-–and her father, are worried about her. I’ve known Gwen since she was a child. She’s…unhappy. We’re concerned for her wellbeing, and additionally, what it means for the company.”

I try not to narrow my eyes at Arthur for that last comment.

“You see, at this gala,” he points to the flipped papers, “Gwen called out two important board members for inappropriate behavior. One of them has brought up defamation, though no legal action has been taken. Mr. Russell is furious. He’s debated hiring a personal guard for some time, and well, that was the last straw.”

Arthur sits back in his chair, sighing.

“So… I’m here to keep her in line.”

“Yes, well, not just that. The more attention she draws to herself and the more her popularity grows, the more concerned we’ve become. There was, uh, successful break-in to her personal apartment several months ago. Miss Russell was in Dubai at the time. We didn’t want to cause additional stress to whatever else is going on, so she was never notified. They stole just a few of her intimate items as well as some jewelry.”

A small flicker of anger lights deep in my chest, “Is there a reason you keep that information from her now?”

“For the same reason. She’s never been this wild in public before. It might only make things worse.”

I wonder if Arthur has considered that the threat of someone having already broken into her home might be enough for Gwen to reign it in. But he continues before I can come up with a professional way to phrase that.

“You have to understand, Mr. Miller, though this may sound archaic…she is the heir. The only heir. The expectation has always been that she will take over as CEO when her father decides to step down. And Mr. Russell is sharp, but he’s getting up there in age. We worry about her being prepared for the position. I know that Mr. Russell wants Gwen in that chair, but with the way things are, there are multiple threats to her safety, herself being the worst one.”

I don’t necessarily agree with him on that. Not yet.

“I’m assuming there is a budget for security cameras, trackers, that sort of thing.”

“Yes, though there is no budget, per say. I’ve already ordered an Amex in your name, it will be there upon your arrival.”

I should’ve expected as much.

“One more thing you should know, though it may be quite evident upon arrival, but, I can’t promise that she will take kindly to the constant protection. She’s headstrong. Does her own thing.”

“Understood. She didn’t take the news well?”

“Oh well, that’s the other thing. She doesn’t know we’ve hired you.”

Perfect. This should go over well.

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Masterlist

[c0smic-coral]

i google translated stayed gone (v cursed)

This time I will be back!

Yes, they will not disappear forever

7 years ago!

Are you still angry that I almost killed you?

Eight!

That's all I want to say

A lot has changed since I left the city

This is the truth

Send a message to the current contact

Thank you I want to go Introducing a new program Everyone knows that the beginning of a new era has begun TV Today!

(3, 2 lines)

(thanks for the project) Let's talk about it this time I saw him walking down the street (thanks for the project) He left for 7 years

You love it

(thanks for the project) Has anyone seen this? Find out more about the program tonight

The radio is back in the mountain town Why did I go there? What does this mean for your family? Well, I have good news You are a failure, you are a monster I don't think it's right, but Satan is dangerous

You can consider this good news How can we attract visitors? This is not always the case The sound is clear and powerful You can tell the price Don't listen to me I hope you had a great weekend, but I have to go

I hid from the radio and took a video Today there is not enough media And it's the best thing that's happened since spring Why are you sad?

What's going on Online shopping is great

Yes, I know it's been a while Go to hell and feel like hell Rejoice sinners;

Looks like it's done!

It's a quick change from traditional video podcasts

History!

Growth is weak and you are trying to fix it? Is there an advantage to switching between one method and the other?

Check out the tweet!

New styles every day!

Looking to the future, waste remains

Is Vox as powerful as you think? Is it based on what you say? Without compassion, he does not stop.

Oh, forgive me!

And sugar in the ice cream He asked me to join his team!

Ahsan!

I didn't say it but now I'm angry Not this!

Old roots, I call it pain

No, a TV box!

I want to destroy you my child

Sorry, but maybe you don't understand

Start I have to go Make your own music So with this story you can understand how you feel And it will be good

Laugh, laugh, laugh!

Sooooo… any takeaways?

@dustydahorse

Color text glitches lol

[teeswrites]

LN- all roads lead to you

Chapter 2: Austin

A month. A month and 11 days. That was the time since Monza, since Milan, since her, since her kiss. He couldn't help but feel astonished at her act. He was dying to do it, but he didn't want to freak her out, rush things and fuck up everything. He decided to wait but never expected what in fact happened. He still couldn't believe his lips, those ordinary, humble lips had the honor to be in touch with those heavenly pieces of flesh. He also couldn't believe that she was standing there at Austin's circuit in the middle of nowhere in Texas only a few meters from him. Her eyes were fixed on her phone and never, never before, had he wished so badly to be a touchable rectangle. It reminded him about Silverstone in that same year, the first time he saw her.

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Earlier that year: Silverstone Circuit, England.

Lewis could see her small frame perfectly... well, she was with the back turned to him, but the perfect peach-shaped bum was hers and he could recognize it anywhere.

She jumped a little when she felt a pair of hands touching her ribs "fuck" he laughed "Don't do it, maledetto" "Is that Italian? Are you cursing me?" "Maybe. How do you know?" "It felt like an insult" "You deserved it. You know it's easy to scare me" "Sorry for scaring you" He opened his arms inviting her for a hug. She hugged him "So happy you came" "Couldn't miss it" she smiled "Are you okay?" "Yes, super excited, it's home after all" "Correct, Sir" he chuckled "And you?" "Yes, love UK" "You do, signorina" "I hate your Italian accent" "Well, that's not my problem" She rolled her eyes "Rude" he grinned, kissing her forehead "I am going there" he pointed a direction: Mercedes' box "wanna join me?" "Depends. Will you walk as a normal person or ride those ridiculous scooters you and Angela usually use?" he laughed "I can walk" "so I am coming with you" "Lovely" he threw an arm around her neck "Hey, want to go out to dinner tonight?" "sure. Where?" "Sushi?" she said already knowing his answer "Come on! You know I am a vegan" "Yeah. So you order the vegetarian sushi. Vegans eat rice, right?" "Does it really exist? And yes, we eat rice" "Okay. And of course it exists! It has carrots and celery" She paused to think "Or was it cucumber?..." he laughed "Anyway" "Okay. Think I'll accept" She smiled "Great" "Where do you want to go?" "I was thinking about sticking at Nobu" "Nobu. That's a high class place" "Are you in?" "Can I bring Tom Cruise with me?" "Tom Cruise?!" "Yes, he is..." "Lewis!" someone called for him. They both stopped and turned around to see who it was. It was Angela running with all her efforts to reach them. "Hey" "Hey, I was looking for you, need to check a few things. Oh! Gooday, love!" Angela greeted her. She smiled and the blonde one did the same "Hi, Angela" "Can you give us a moment?" "Sure". She stood a few feet from them, not interested in boring subjects, continuing to edit a few pictures on her cellphone. 

But she didn't know her frame was being observed again, but now for a different pair of eyes: Lando's eyes. And he wasn't even being discreet 'cause while Max Verstappen talked with him he was clearly paying attention to another thing. The small and beautiful girl standing some miserable steps from him, super interested in her cellphone, was way more attention-attracting than Max talking about how confident about the race he was. And of course, it was noticed "Are you even listening to me?" "I'm..." he finally looked at the Dutchman "...not" "asshole" he laughed "Sorry, something else caught my attention" He looked around, trying to figure out what was more interesting than himself. He found and smirked at his mate. "Okay, I forgive you" the British lad laughed and Max took the opportunity to stare too "Is she going out with Lewis?" Lando asked "No. They're just friends. She is friends with me as well. Plus she's taken already" "Do you know her?!" "yeah. I mean, we know each other, we never properly talked tho" "So you're not friends" "We might have exchanged only two or three words..." "So you're not friends" "Yeah, whatever" silence. He was staring again, Max chuckled "Hot, huh?" he broke the gaze "I... you have a girlfriend!!" "I do, but she's still hot. Kelly told me these exact same words the other day" "No" "She did" he laughed "Yeah... hot" He started again, it was so relieving the fact he could simply stand in there and stare till he didn't want anymore, but he couldn't be more desperate when he heard Max's voice calling the girl "Bro, what are you doing?" He laughed "waving to my friend" "You just admitted you're not friends!" "Shut up!" she looked around to see who called her. She found it. Waved back to Max, blocked her phone, and told Lewis where she'd be, walking towards the duo. "Great, now she's coming over here. Do I still have time to run away?" "Be a man and behave yourself" "Hi!" she stood on her tiptoes and hugged Max "Hey, how are you?" "I'm good, and you?" "Good too, excited for the race" she smiled "I think everyone is" "Yeah!" "Sorry for not seeing you, I was editing some photos" "Nah! Is okay. Photography is your thing, right?" "It's. I need it just as I need air to live..." he smiled "When are you coming to the Netherlands again?" "I'm actually going to Amsterdam soon" "Oh! That's good we may go out someday" "Sure! It'd be nice" "Your boyfriend can join us as well. How's his name? I can't remember" "Hum..." she cleaned her throat "We broke up" she said awkwardly "Oh, no! I am sorry" "It's fine, it was 2 years ago" He started to blush. Lando swallowed the laugh back, content that the karma hit Max back at lightspeed  "No! Really sorry, you guys were together for so long" "Max, I'm fine" "Alright..." "Are you still with Kelly?" "Yes! We are pretty solid" "Damn. Thought I could finally flirt with you" "I..." "I am kidding!" she giggled "It's good to hear you guys are still together" "Oh, ok. Yes, that's good news. You can flirt anytime you want, tho. I will just not flirt back" "But what's funny about that?" They laughed. A laugh that was followed by an awkward silence "That's Lando by the way" She looked at him, her eyes on him for the very first time, opening a smile without showing her teeth "Hi! Nice to meet you" "Nice to meet you too" "Hey, guys I probably should get going before Lewis leaves me here" "Yeah, sure" "But it was good to see... and meet you" "Yeah..." She gave him another hug "Can I...?" "Absolutely" she gave Lando a hug as well, she smelled like strawberry lipgloss and expensive champagne "Say hi to Lewis for us" "Sure! And, Lando, can you please, if you see Daniel tell him for God's sake to reply to me" only the stupid of Daniel to not reply to her "consider it done" "thank you so much. Bye bye!" "Bye!" they waved back. Lando looked at Max and poked his chest "You're ridiculous" he busted out laughing " 'Absolutely' and 'consider it done'. Seriously? Couldn't you look more desperate?" 'Thank God she hasn't noticed, 'cause she was too busy flirting with you', Lando thought. "That was ridiculous, man! You just did it to annoy me. She doesn't even seem to like you!" "That's because she doesn't" "I can see why" he muttered "Next time you pay attention to me" "Spoiled" he coughed, Max frowned "Shut up!" 

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Present time: Circuit of the Americas, Austin, Texas

"Lando!" Charlotte's voice took him back to reality "Hey..." "Are you ready to press?" "Of course" "you don't lie to me" "I will be. You know I always do" "Great! so you can start formulating how you're going to respond to inconsistency at the beginning of the race in Istanbul" "What!? That spray was scary, I couldn't see anything!" "Now you tell them that" "Sure I will" he grumbled with his iPhone in hands. Of course, texting George was way more interesting "Lando!" "hum?" "Give me that phone" "I don't think so" She took the phone from his hands "Wait! No! Give it back!" "No. Only after you practice what you're going to say" he snorted "Media is a big cocksucker" he muttered "Watch your mouth!" "You are not my mom!" she looked at him, and arched an eyebrow, she had a murdering gaze, daring him with her eyes only to say it again. Lando swallowed dryly "Sorry, Charlie" "It's okay. Just do what I am telling you" "Fine" "Good! See you in 20" "See ya". He turned around to start looking for George and finished telling him about that new level of the video game, but he saw a spot, a spot moving, getting closer, walking towards his direction. He could tell it was a girl, the curves denounced, but he couldn't tell who she was. But she was pretty and as much as she approached he could see her better and want her better. Her black hair, her glowing sun-kissed skin, her voluptuous thighs, and her cowgirl outfit that he, later in that day, would love to take out of her. He had forgotten George already. He also had forgotten about the Italian macchiato, his mind was on the mysterious girl with whom he was ready to start a very flirtatious conversation when he heard a voice. Melodic voice. A voice he wished lived inside his head: her voice. "Seems someone made the blonde lady very angry" and instantly he forgot about the beautiful lady, the one who passed through them without attracting a single drop of his attention "Seems someone is too stupid for daring do that" she giggled "You're suffering the consequences" "yeah" he blushed "it's nice to see you" "yeah..." she bit her bottom lip "what Austin did to deserve your presence here in the middle of nowhere. Nothing against Austin, tho" she giggled "you" he blushed again "m-me...?" "Nah! I have family in Austin. We are here to watch the race" "oh! So you are staying till Sunday?" she raised an eyebrow "I-I mean…tomorrow" he blushed "Still not sure. Why?" "I just.... I was just wondering if you were going to stay and watch the race. It would be nice if you did" he passed his fingertips over his hair, clearly nervous. She smiled softly "I think it's funny how confident and loose you were in that bar in Milan and how you're so introvert and shy right now" "Well..." he giggled shyly "It doesn't have any alcohol at the paddock" she smiled, warmly, a bit disappointed, it wasn't his intention though "Sure! You can't be drunk at the paddock" "Tipsy" he corrected her, catching her attention "I was tipsy" "Of course" he could smell the sarcasm in the words that left from her lips "Oh, come on! You were tipsy as well!" "I wasn't" "What about the beer you paid me?" "Mine was zero alcohol, Mr Norris" "Zero alcohol?! Aren't you a drinker?" "I do drink. But, I drove back to Ravenna that night" "Oh! Fair enough" so she did mean to kiss him "So that kiss..." he said in a low tone "What?" "It wasn't your half drunk neurons" she giggled "No it wasn't. Just yours" He lifted his arms "Guilty as charged" "Bet you work better when you're sober" "What do you mean?" she smirked, "want to go out with me?" "go out?" "Yeah" "Like a date?" "It doesn't have to be. Just go out to drink something not alcoholic. Show me your sober neurons" he smiled "Sure, but..." Of course it had a but "I don't know if I can right now, we have a press conference and... boring pre-race stuff" she smiled warmly, disappointed again "I get it" "Maybe some other day?" "Yeah, ok. Just gimme a call" "alright. But there's a problem" "What now?" "I don't have your number" she smirked again "Do you want my phone number?" "Yeah, so I can call you when I am free" "Will you use my number if I give it to you?" "I intend to" She bit her bottom lip, hesitating "Okay. Where's your phone?" "Is here" he touched his pockets "Or not. Guess I left it with Charlotte. I mean... she took it from me" she sighed, smiling "You're impossible Lando!" he laughed "I am sorry" He took a black marker from his pocket "I have a pen, tho" she stared at the marker and grabbed it, imitating his voice "You have a pen tho" and started writing down her number on his arm. "On the arm" "Yes" "so it will not fade away if I wash my hands" Exactly" he would tattoo those numbers on his arm if it needed to not lose that "Smart lady" "Thanks" they smiled at each other "here's your marker" he gave a look on the numbers still not completely dry, without touching on it. He grabbed the pen, and their fingertips brushed "I will let you do your boring stuff now" "alright" they couldn't break eye contact "see you then" "see you" she smiled breaking their private atmosphere and turned her heels to leave, but he grabbed her waist and pulled her to himself "what..." turning around in a half circle and kissing her lips briefly before she even finished the line. "I..." "That's me being sober" then he smirked, switching the game she started that night in Milan, leaving her speechless and shy, for the first time "plus, you were going the wrong way" she still couldn't speak "oh! Thanks" she smiled awkwardly, "one more thing: I hate alcohol" "Do you!?" he grinned "Yeah" "so why have you drank that beer?" "I thought you were drinking" "So if I jump off the bridge you do it too" "Of course not, I ain't stupid" "okay..." she couldn't be more confused "one day I tell you". He won, 1x1. Her chin dropped, the hope was taken from her. He smirked, walking backward, feeling invincible just as she did with that kiss, but three times more "bye bye" he said goodbye waving to her and leaving. 'How quick his confidence came back', she thought, loving every single piece of that brief moment, touching lightly her lips still tasting like him, wishing it didn't have to be a goodbye.

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Later that day: 

She walked downstairs, euphoric, walking as fast as she could, calling the first person on her contacts. She thought Lando had boring pre-racing stuff to do. If placing his beautiful British, F1 driver hands, on one of the Dallas Cowboys cheerleader's waist, a little lower than what was considered ok, was boring and related to F1 she wanted to be a driver as well. And she was very afraid of high speed. Firstly, she thought she was just being jealous, but when the girl threw her arms around him, his neck and shoulders, those she had gripped just a few minutes ago, playing with the curls on his nape, the ones she caressed at that night in Milan, she almost dropped the iced coffees she bought for her and Daniel on the ground. 

She listened to a few beeps before the other person on the line picked up "Pronto" (go for it) "Giaro" "Ciao, amore mio! Come stai, principessa?" (hi, darling! How are you, princess?) "Potrebbe stare migliore. E tu?" (Could be better. And you?) "Io vado bene. Benissimo. Cosa succede?" (I'm good. I'm great. What happened?) "Sono sola" (I'm lonely) "Perché non l'hai detto prima!? Dove tu sei?" (Why haven't you said it before? Where are you?) "Texas" "Puoi andare a Amsterdam?" (Can you come to Amsterdam?). She thought about Lando, the cheerleader, then to The Netherlands, Giaro, Martin, Louis, and Julian, all her friends in there and finally answered "Sì. Questo è sicuro" (Yeah, that's for sure) "Allora, si vediamo domani?" (So we see tomorrow?) "Si vediamo domani" (We see tomorrow) Giaro cheered "Mille bacione" (Thousand kisses) "Grazie mille" (Thank you so much) "Arrivederci" (Bye) "Ciao" (Bye) she hung up and took a deep breath. It was done. The first flight to Europe was in a few hours, when the race started she would be at an airport lounge, ready to fly away from Austin, away from him.

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"Hey, hum, Daniel" "Howdy, Lando!" he blinked "I don't know what that means" "What!? It's Texan slang! It's how they say hi in Texas" "I haven't... I didn't see anyone saying this but okay. I am looking for a girl. She's that friend of yours. The Italian one" "Are you looking for her? Bad news. She had to leave" "Leave? Why?" "An emergency" "Is she okay?" "Oh, yes, yes. A photographic emergency" "Oh! Is she coming back?" "Let me be more specific: a photographic emergency in Amsterdam" "Amsterdam?!" "Yes. She has a studio there" "So she's gone, just like that?" "She's probably at the airport, but yeah" "fuck..." He grabbed his phone, pulled up his sleeve, and started to tip the numbers written on his arm "Why are you looking for her, by the way?" "She has something that's mine" his interest "Does she? I didn't know you guys..." But Lando started to walk away from him with his phone in his ear.

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Austin-Bergstrom airport:

 She stared at her phone. Unknown number. Funny. On the same day she gave her number to Lando. Wasn't he too busy with the cheerleader? She ignored him. If she picked she would say things she would regret and she really wanted to have the opportunity of kissing him again. Of being that close of him again. To inspect all his details. His skin, his sun freckles, the gap between his teeth... But not that night or the night before. He had to conquer her. Give her a good reason to open herself physically and emotionally. It wasn't going to be like all the guys before him. Not that time.

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"Damn" he snorted:

she hung up.

[judaismandsuch]

I kinda want to talk about 'asking for forgiveness' around this time of year

This'll be a bit of a ramble, but since it is non-halcha more or less I don't feel bad.

People who post 'I would like to ask forgiveness for anyone I may have hurt'?

Performative Bulshit.

Asking forgiveness is 3 parts, admitting that you did wrong/harm to someone else, attempting in some for to redress it (admittedly that form is an apology, but you can't have everything), and learning/growing from it ('my actions harmed you, that was not intended, I will take better care in the future to not cause harm in similar situations').

An apology to anyone you 'may have hurt' involves no reflection, no admission of wrong doing, and no fucking growth.

You trying to check a box to get to heaven. You are being a formulaic dick.

Now, there are those people who post 'If I have wronged you, let me know so I can apologise for it.'

I am undecided if those are better or worse. On the one hand, it does allow for the actual possibility of growth, it includes the redress, but on the other hand you are outsourcing your self reflection to a person you already harmed!

And who among us is comfortable calling up a friend or a relative and saying 'hey, remember that time we were shooting the shit a few months ago, and you joked about __? Yeah that kinda hurt.' Some people are, good for them, but most aren't.

You need to realise your actions have harmed others, You need to bring it up despite it being unpleasent. Forgiveness is a 2 way street, but an Apology is One-Way.

Anyway rant over, Gmar Tov!

[metalheadsforblacklivesmatter]

Hey, I'm messaging random people out of desperation, so please forgive me if this is annoying- my partner is looking for a remote job while studying for his CompTIA A+ cert, and hasn't been able to find anything. We've hit a wall as far as where to look (LinkedIn, Indeed, etc. are filled with scams and useless) and I'm reaching out to whoever I can think of/feel called to ask, to see if they have any ideas/directions to point us in. Thank you for your time, and I hope you have a good night

Shit this is really hard because I usually gotta ask follow up questions before giving specified advice.

But I'm a misogyny experiencing person in the tech fields. So I'll try.

First of all. Is your partner a person that experiences misogyny or a person of color? (I use "person that experiences misogyny because trans-men or enbies that are AFAB that don't medically transition can experience sexism in the field.)

Another trait I have that I say "gives me experience in the struggles of the field" is I've been unemployed for over a year twice. (Not by choice).

Gaps in your resume, anything in your resume that can indicate you're a person that experiences misogyny, or anything that can give away that you're a person of color will make it harder for your partner.

You can apply to large companies if you want, but don't get your hopes up. Large companies get thousands of applicants and rely on AI to filter resumes. Unfortunately AI is racist and sexist. Because it was trained by people with an unconscious bias. Small companies around 100 employees is literally how I keep finding my jobs.

Go to career fairs. My resume wasn't that great, but I knew I was smart enough to get the job if I could get them to just meet me. Which sucked because I never got an interview. One employer met me, and I guess I said something right because he put a big ole star on my resume and I was put on top of the applicants list.

Use Christian resources. "But fae. I'm not Christian." Yeah. It was really fucking weird for a long time to constantly be told like "I'm so glad we're if the same beliefs. This is a Christian company." But like... companies that want to keep is "in-house" so to speak will only send job descriptions to Christian resources. And honestly I've seen near no competition at these places for jobs.

I'm not saying lie or exaggerate on your resume. I'm saying floof on your resume. Instead of "developed the website". Maybe think "Hey. I realize I was the primary person working on the website, and the person everyone went to for help." BAM. Put "lead web developer" on the job description (not job title).

Look at the type of job the description is asking for. If they're a company that contracts their employees time. You want to focus your job description on how much time you saved and money you made fit the company. If they build products. You want to focus on your skill sets.

POST YOUR RESUME EVERYWHERE. Put it up on indeed. LinkedIn. Monster. Everywhere. Check the box that says you're looking for a job. Make it visible. Many companies don't want to go through the hiring process and will pay a contractor to do the work. Those jobs won't be posted. The contractor will be searching resumes on these sites and making calls.

Have a job already. It makes you look desirable to employers.

If you have gaps in your resume. Pencil it in. You weren't unemployed during that year you were studying for your certification.

Your resume should only be 1 page (longer if you have work experience but no more than 2 pages) and the first third of the first page should have the most important info. A quick blurb about you. Your skills/certifications. Your work experience. If you don't catch their attention by then, your resume will go on the trash.

I see a lot of people put irrelevant information on their resume. You don't want gaps in your resume but they don't need to know about that baby sitter job when you were 16. They don't need to know that you also made the coffee in that job as a web developer. Don't include information that you can't relate to the job.

It never worked out for me but a lot of people suggest using those sites that scan your resume against the job description and it's honestly worth a shot.

Don't let anyone throw a thesaurus at you when they offer to help with your resume. If you have people that help by thesaurusing your words, don't listen to them. Hiring managers and recruiters see through that shit.

It's honestly been a hot minute, so I'm probably forgetting stuff, but I do hope this helps!

-fae

[dailyaudiobiblechronological]

6/6/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

Proverbs 10-12

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological, I'm Jill. Today's the sixth day of June. Welcome everybody. So glad that you're here and engaged in the word of God allowing God to transform us from the inside out through his word as we go through the Bible in chronological order. And we do it every day a little bit until we will get through the entire Bible in a year. We're continuing today in the book of Proverbs reading chapters 10, 11 and 12. And this week we're reading in the New International version. Proverbs chapter 10.

Prayer:

Father, we thank you for your word today. Your words are very clear today about the path of the righteous and about the path of what is evil. And so many times God we speak on your behalf of what is evil and oftentimes we make our own definition of what is evil and peg it on you that what is evil to us must ultimately be evil to you. And we can so easily overlook things that we are doing every day of our lives that you would call evil and we dismiss the things that are being done in the name of what is right and what is righteousness, and what is right with you. Forgive us God for where we have made it about ourselves and to find our own ideas of evil and righteousness and assign them to you and have in the process misrepresented you. I pray you would give us eyes to see and ears to hear your Spirit, your voice and covict our hearts of the things that we have misjudged. And convict our hearts of the things that we have overlooked, or refused to look at at all. We need your help and we need it every day of our lives. And I thank you that you are our very present help in time of need. We pray this now all in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Amen. 

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Hi DABC family. This is Faith Filled Mama and I'm calling with an update on my friend Angela who's had heart surgery. She had a quadruple bypass, she's 57 years old, she's got a teenage daughter and a husband. And I'd called in and asked for prayer. Thank you Tilly for calling in and praying and for all those who who also prayed for her. So she was discharged from the hospital yesterday and she's at home recovering. She does not have a good prognosis, however and so if you would continue just to pray for her I know that the Lord is not restricted by what the doctors say and he can turn that around and he can give her strength and he can give her everything that she needs for life and sustenance. And so she's got a husband and I think I said that- anyway just just pray for her and for her healing. Join me. Father we thank you for Angela. We pray that you would continue to heal, that you would see her from strength to strength and we pray that she would be able to have a future and a hope and be able to see her her daughter graduate and get married and whatever else Lord that you have for her. I just pray that you would extend her life and bless her. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.

Hey DABC family. This is Billy from Montgomery with the Trinity Stone. I wanted to a put a prayer request out there for a friend of mine, his name is Tom Harrell. He goes to Fraser church and he goes to Kilby prison. They do prison ministry out there. They go every week- they go every Tuesday. I just needed to cover him up him and his group up with prayer because they do prison work every week at Kilby Correctional Facility in Montgomery. Just wanted to cover those guys up in prayer and I will talk to you guys later. Love you all. Bye for now.

Good morning DABC family. This is Nancy from California. Thank you God for Jill and China and everyone at Daily Audio Bible. This is such a great technology to provide a loving Global Campfire across the nation so we can all give praises to the Lord and request prayer. Today I want to lift up all of our prayer warriors. We are so grateful for you. I myself I'm not good at asking for prayer or praying or just trying to articulate, put together a sentence of prayer. Often I feel clumsy. I seem to pray simple for us to God, but he knows our hearts doesn't he? But I can say I'm certainly learning how to pray from all of you and I really look forward to the end of the podcast when all of you call in after the commentary which I absolutely love because this is connecting all of our hearts and making each of us stronger- iron sharpening iron. Thank you for everyone calling in. It takes courage and it takes time out of your day to care for others across the nation. We are all brothers and sisters of Christ and we love without asking for anything in return. It is such a selfless act, but just know that we're all getting stronger through prayer so thank you for our worries and thank you for those asking for prayer and even a praise report. It is all so important to us. So thank you for your words of kindness, compassion and wisdom. We are so grateful for you. Have a wonderful rest of your day. I love you family. Take care. Bye bye.

God's greetings and grace and peace and joy to the DABers, especially Jill, and China- that precious baby growing in your womb. Just peace, peace, and lots of gratitude for you and to God. I'm praying especially for (there's so many people I love to lift up and I lift up the whole community and all the prayer requests that came in today on the 28th of May. My heart is full. I woke up with a song. If there's time I might sing that at the end.) So number one, I wanted to pray for the Mom, she’s Anonymous, she’s 33 weeks pregnant and she's praying for healing with her mom. And I just appreciated that because I have daughters and friends that are...I'm praying for healing in my family, too. So heavenly father, I just lift up this precious woman. You know her name, you know her mom's name, you know everything about them and I think that you want to meet her needs right where she's at. I pray for a miracle. I pray for reconciliation and healing and really good communication that she can speak to her mom and make it really clear that you want the good relationship and they would come to agreement. And that the Mom would see and understand and hear her daughter. They would hear each other and for the baby’s sake, I just pray a healing over this. And I wanted to lift up Elizabeth briefly. She’s a prayer warrior for the  incarcerated. I love her prayers for the the people in prison. And she asked for prayer for her husband Dan. That's all I can pray for now. Love you. Bless you.

[ghostofpolaris]

Hello. Sherin again. I see that my last request was too vague and complex. But as an other question ~

Why do I keep seeing the angel number 444 repeatedly for almost a year now

Hey hey again @fluteguqinlove! I hate to say it but this question also feels rather... confusing to say the least and I don't know if I can answer that with tarot. However, what I can offer instead is to maybe example that exact angel number and explain it myself to see if maybe this can give you some insight instead! Not a tarot, reading, but I think it could be useful regardless. With Angel Numbers, I feel like Numerology as a concept should be noted here as the number "4" in Numerology talks of stability. I do ask that you forgive me as Angel Numbers as a topic is not something I am experienced with at all but from what I could find, the Angel Number 444 seems to follow the Numerology idea of stability and safety. I saw that for it to be an Angel Number, it has to keep repeating over and over for an extended period of time and the fact you said it has been happening for almost a year definitely checks that box!

Quite a few spots talk of how the person seeing 444 has angels in their presence and that the angelic realms are trying to support, guide and assist during whatever you are going into.

From what I am gathering, it means that perhaps you should be listening to your intuition and listen for guidance. Wished I could say more but I hope that this helps! Happy Samhain again!

Source 1 | Source 2 | Source 3

NOTE: If someone who knows Angel Numbers wants to help out more and provide more accurate info, please feel free to do so! Again, I know nothing about the topic at all but I figured I would try to still help out. :)

[miekasa]

M-mie could we get some athlete boyfriend eren hcs too if you don’t mind, please and thank you😩

He is: my boyfriend, and I love him dearly. Perfect amount of himbo and athlete without being a jock, everybody give it up for Eren for being my dream boy <3

Eren plays sports year round, with the exception of maybe one or two winter seasons, just because his school/work/home life was too busy for athletics at those times. Otherwise, he’s always go something to practice for: soccer in the fall, hockey in the winter, and his choice of baseball or basketball in the spring.

He’s not a varsity athlete; that is, he’s not “committed” to any one team, so he’s not tied to playing one sport every year, nor are his academics linked to his athletics, or vice versa. He’s just a pretty athletic guy, and he’s got a lot of energy, and he enjoys sports, so naturally he plays whenever he can.

As it turns out, it does help him with his academics. Knowing he’s got practice the majority of the week forces Eren into building a schedule that prioritizes both schoolwork and sports so he can enjoy them equally. It teaches him to be independent in a way that he wasn’t expecting, but he’s come to really love.

And because he loves it, he doesn’t mind working hard for it. Liking the way he’s set it up for himself encourages him to do his best in both areas. It’s really just good for him all around: a good outlet fo his energy, a good way to spend his time, a good way to keep his grades in check, and a good way to keep himself comfortably happy and busy.

His appetite is insatiable, so it’s only dramatized when playing sports. He takes the all you can eat in all you can eat sushi a little too seriously.

The thing is… he’s a shit cook, too, so it’s not like he’s meal prepping to make sure he’s satisfying his appetite. He just buys a shit ton of food whenever he’s hungry. He’s always asking you if you wanna grab food, and part of it is to ensure that you’re eating—not as much as him, but eating nonetheless—but part of it is that he just likes sharing meals with someone.

He also doesn’t like to eat alone, so even if you only have your ten California rolls to his forty six spicy tuna rolls, that’s fine; he just wants the company.

That’s also why even if you say you’re not hungry, he’ll drag you out to eat with him anyway. And you’ll probably get fed some of his food even if you don’t order anything and insist that you’re not hungry because, “It’s really good, baby, just try it—just one bite, it’s okay I’ve got plenty left!”

He usually keeps a few granola bars and chips and other snacks of his liking on him. But because of Eren’s nature, he keeps them on you, too: in your car, in your backpack, in your apartment/dorm. You’ll meet him after class and he’ll kinda just start walking behind you, and you realize he’s opening your backpack, and you don’t even have time to question him before he’s pulling a bar out of the smallest pocket with a smile and munching on it.

Sometimes you come home and see his little protein shakes in your fridge. You definitely didn’t put them there, but you don’t move them, either. When you stock up on more when they’re running low, Eren contemplates marrying you.

If it’s been a hard week of practice or school, he tends to get sleepy when studying (usually when studying for his least favorite class, no coincidence there). He’ll close his laptop, put his hood up, and scooch his chair closer to yours before leaning his head on your shoulder.

He gets increasingly clingier the longer he naps; hand wrapping around your waist, nose poking at your neck. He’s not so subtly trying to hint that he wants you to quit studying and take him home to cuddle instead. If you don’t get the message, expect him to shut your laptop for you.

When you protest, Eren just looks at you with pouty lips and tired eyes, “Chemistry sucks anyway. Wanna nap, and also wanted you to do that thing with your hands when you massage my back for me.” (He then promptly falls asleep mid-massage on your bed).

He’s actually got a waiver to see a physical massage therapist because of how frequently he’s exercising. On occasion, he goes, but he claims he likes your massages much better. Also because he’s hesitant about a stranger touching him and once he moaned when the guy was working on his back and Eren swears it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

He doesn’t get upset if you can’t make it to every game, but he does like it when you show up. Gets all cheesy and cocky with his arm around your shoulder, going on about how, “You’re my good luck charm, baby. I play better when you’re watching, you know?”

He has so much team clothing, from sweats to hoodies to t-shirts to socks. All he asks is that you wear something on game days, even if you can’t be there to support him while he’s playing. And that you keep one or two things for yourself anyway. He’ll put them in your closet for your if you don’t take them yourself <2

Because seeing you in his hoodie is always great, but his team hoodies are extra special, because they’ve got his name and his number on them. Whenever you’re wearing one, he trails just a half step behind you so he can see JAEGER printed on your back while you walk. Something about you wearing his last name around is… enticing, to say the least.

Even if it’s not the clothes branded with his name, Eren’s got a thing for you in sweats and/or workout clothes, so he’ll toss them at you whenever you sleep over. He’s always handsy, even if you’re just wearing an Under Armour shirt with the school’s logo on it; the material of it, and knowing that it’s his just makes him want to keep his hands on you.

Truthfully, he doesn’t workout all that much outside of practice. Occasionally, he’ll go to the gym with some of his teammates if they need a buddy, or go himself to stretch or take one of the free classes, but he doesn’t have a strict schedule for it. If you go to the gym, he’ll follow you if you ask, tho.

Turns out something that he does like is yoga. He’s not particularly flexible lmfao, but the stretching helps with muscle pain and tension, and he kinda finds the whole atmosphere of it relaxing. He’s still not so great at the meditation part of it, but he’s getting there.

(Actually, it’s pretty cute because on Tuesday and Thursdays, the yoga classes at the gym on campus are open-level and beginner friendly. That’s when the majority of the athletes show up, and you see people like Eren, Jean and Connie holding tree pose in the back room).

This, of course, makes him think that couples yoga is a great idea. Let’s just say, you’re lucky that Eren is strong enough to catch you and has sharp reflexes, because he’s certainly not the most balanced partner for this activity.

Game days are fun for him, and usually even if his team loses, he’s still so pumped up on adrenaline that he’s pretty happy. He only gets moody if he thinks the other team is playing dirty, or the refs are unfair, or he’s just been in a bad mood because of something that happened in his personal life; sports are an outlet for him, not his drive in life, so losing a game doesn’t take a huge toll on him.

Usually, even if he is upset about something personal, he’s able to funnel it into his game play. Small things used to make his whole sportsmanship sour, but overtime, he’s really gotten better at using his energy to fuel the right things. However, one thing that makes him foul (emotionally and literally; as in he might foul out of a game), is if he’s been fighting with you.

Sometimes it works in his favor—using the game as outlet, like usual—but it goes south pretty quickly. Because instead of using his aggression in a productive way, he gets distracted and easily pissed off, and it’s no good for anybody, especially himself. Because if he fouls out, or the coach takes him out for doing too much, then he can’t play; and if he can’t play then all that pent up frustration has no where to go; and then he’s forced to just sit with himself and his thoughts, but usually he starts deflecting and telling everyone else to piss off. Truly a no good, very bad box he’s put himself in.

You guys don’t fight that often, and it’s rare that it drags out for an extended amount of time when you do; but as with any relationship, it can happen. And when it does happen, if Armin doesn’t get to you first, expect one of Eren’s teammates to come groveling at your feet.

Or, rather, two. Because when you and Eren were fighting for over two weeks about god knows what at this point, it was Connie and Jean who ambushed you in the library. Jean had some pride to keep, but Connie was practically begging you to make up with Eren: “Look, I know he’s probably the one who said or did something to piss you off, and I’m not saying you gotta forgive him, but please just talk to him. I can’t run anymore extra laps because of him, and it’s gonna be so embarrassing if we lose to a C-list team on Friday because Eren’s funking up everyone’s attitude. PLEASE!”

Jean is more interested in the tea between you guys, but he also wants Eren to go back to being his normal hotheaded self, and not his current moody self. “He’s been playing like a bitch baby all week, and I’m gonna knock his skull in if he doesn’t fucking get his act together,” Jean rolls his eyes, “So just show up on Friday, alright? Do it for me and Connie, at least.”

When Eren does see you in the crowd at the game, it’s not a Troy and Gabriella moment, but when he sees you he feels so much relief that he’s physically calmer and way more mentally relaxed—because at this point Eren wasn’t even mad, he was just scared you might break up with him, and that fear brought out the worst in him. Seeing you in the stands, even if you didn’t wanna speak to him, was reassurance that you still gave a damn about him, and that was motivation enough.

He rushes to you after the game, wanting to make sure you don’t get swept away or leave with your friends. He’s smiling and so happy to finally see you that he almost forgets that you’re mad with him; hugging you and grinning ear to ear. When the reality kicks in, he kinda steps back at bit and rubs at his neck, embarrassed, but at least he knows he still has a chance to make things right with you.

(When you do make up, you’re surprised to find flowers and $10 coupon for your favorite pizza place in your mailbox a few days later. They’re from Connie, and his poorly handwritten note thanks you for “saving the team” and “curbing Eren’s temper).

[violettelueur]

— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE THIRTEEN || TOMORROW

↳ featuring : fushiguro megumi  kugisaki nobara (mention of gojo satoru + todo aoi) from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of death/passing + EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 16 march

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 2.0k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ previous episode : to you, someday 

↳ next episode : kyoto sister school exchange event - group battle 0 

↳ barista’s notes : GUYS WE ARE AT THE END OF THE TRAINING/VS MAHITO ARC FINALLY!!!! AND NEXT EPISODE IS THE KYOTO EXCHANGE ARC!!!!!  ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆ so before we move on to that, there is a little wholesome episode since i wanted to give you guys a little break of Y/N’s pain because you all deserve it and i also might be planning more.....OTHER THAN THAT, i hope you enjoy today’s episode and i can’t wait for you all to see the next one ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only.

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’ - but none is mentioned in this chapter.

2.5 for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique

no cursed spells used this episode..

3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing.

“You know...It’s better to show yourselves than rather hide from me Fushiguro, Kugisaki,” you firmly mentioned before slowly turning your head to the side, quickly noticing the tense nature of the two classmates hiding behind a tree and some bushes before they hesitantly made their way out of their hiding place causing them to reveal themselves and to discover a nonchalant look displayed on your face.

‘Like what the hell, if you’re going to hide maybe hide your cursed energy while you’re at it’

“Did you both follow me here? You guys are such drags and stalkers, you know that is really creepy right?” you questioned both of them with an assumed tone before placing the bouquet of blue hydrangeas and white roses against the tomb, covering the last name on the engraved stone in case Kugisaki was going to come closer to you.

“Ah sorry,” Kugisaki apologies before placing her hands together in a ‘please forgive me’ position while Fushiguro just looked off to the side as if he could just avoid your glance to not feel embarrassed about getting caught.

Letting out an airy laugh, you turned back to the stone in front of you leading to your small smile to instantly turn back into a straight line as you glared at the incense’s smoke that was dancing in the air while your hand hesitantly went to the side of your neck.

‘It’s just a dream...It’s just a dream…’

“Does your neck hurt again? I suggest you stop sleeping under the tree if it does,” Fushiguro commented, causing you to jolt in surprised as you didn’t realise that he was now suddenly next to you rather than a few steps away to which could be said the same for Kugisaki, who was standing on the other side of you while looking at the tombstone that all three of you were now standing in front of.

“Hey! You didn’t answer my first question, did you both follow me here?” you asked once again with a teasing tone, causing both of your classmates to look to the side away from you since they instantly knew there was no way out of this little situation...it’s no surprise since you are Gojo’s adoptive daughter.

“It was Kugisaki’s idea to follow you since you disappear from time to time,” the shikigami sorcerer outed, as he placed a hand on the back of his neck to ease his bashfulness while Kugisaki turned her head towards him, ready to yell and counter his statement.

“Fushiguro is lying, it was his idea!” Kugisaki shouted in annoyance, causing your eyes to shift back and forward between them as you were somewhat finding slight amusement on what was going on at this current moment in time.

“Ah~ is that so?” you questioned, while slowly raising your hands to smack the back of their heads without them noticing causing both of your classmates to groan in pain once they felt the violent impact, before holding the back of their heads to ease the pain that was somehow intensifying - to be honest, they deserved it for trying to stalk you.

“Who are you visiting?” Fushiguro curiously asked with a hesitant tone since he didn’t want to accidentally cross the line on your comfort zone leading you to turn to him for a second before looking at the stone with a hint of heartache forming in your eyes as well as your heart.

“My mother,” you softly answered, leading your classmates to turn to you with widened eyes before looking at the stone showcasing where your mother was resting as a feeling of sympathy began to consume their whole body.

“I really don’t need your pity guys, it’s been 6 years already, so it’s not necessary,” you mentioned before they could give their condolences to you. You didn’t need it or rather, you didn’t want to hear any of it. When your mother passed away, you were used to the fact that you were the only one grieving since it was always just you and her in your own little world, there was no one giving you their condolences then and you didn’t want them now. It was already too late for that.

“So your real mother actually passed away, is that why Gojo-sensei adopted you?” Kugisaki asked, leading you and Fushiguro to slightly tense as you both were reminded of the fact that the ‘adoption’ story was just a (somewhat) clever cover-up to conceal your true identity as well as to not raise any suspicion on your sudden enrolment to Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College.

“Yeah, he found me a year after and took me in,” you lied through your teeth, hoping that you were convincing enough to continue the lie leading your friend to nod her head, as she continued to gaze at your mother’s resting place.

“What was she like?” Fushiguro suddenly asked as he was trying to divert the conversation into a different topic leading you to open your mouth to answer before closing it again to tilted your head to the side slightly as you began to wonder all the things you could say to Fushiguro and Kugisaki to inform them about the person that brought you into the world.

“She was someone that I could only forgive if she did something wrong,” you quietly answered before mentally wondering if that was the right thing to say. 

“She was someone that was quite selfless, even if that meant sacrificing her whole happiness to make someone else happy, that was the type of person she was,” you extended, trying to ignore the first comment you made since you were still wary of what you had just stated.

Fushiguro and Kugisaki hummed absentmindedly as they listened to your answer as they continued to peer at the stone that was in front of them like it was a painting of the Mona Lisa at the Louvre Museum in Paris, France.

“You know, it isn’t a painting to admire, right? There’s nothing special about a grave,” you questioned causing your classmates to break out from their daze to look at you before becoming flushed again since they didn’t realise that they were gawking. “It’s fine, I’m just teasing,” you commented before letting out another airy laugh as you processed to turn your heels and began to walk away from your mother’s resting place to the exit of the cemetery leading Fushiguro and Kugisaki to look at your direction in confusion before making their way towards you.

“Since you guys followed me all the way here, what do you want to do?” you asked, once they both caught up to you leading Kugisaki to answer immediately about the fact that you both needed to go to the bubble tea shop that you both went to the other day since she was craving it again leading to the erratic-haired sorcerer to groan slightly since he wasn’t in the mood to get anything sweet which caused you to explain that the shop also had black coffee if he wasn’t feeling the sugary drink.

“Are you the type to drink black coffee to impress a girl even though you don’t like it? That isn’t healthy Fushiguro, you shouldn’t do that to impress Gojo,” Kugisaki commented with a hint of worry since she didn’t expect the shikigami user to be the type to do what she has assumed. However, this seemed to annoy Fushiguro more as you discovered the irked mark on his forehead before answering that he always drank black coffee - to be honest, that statement made you remember the time you and Gojo had coffee together and you were disgusted about the number of sugar cubes he added into the caffeinated drink.

“I’m surprised you're not getting any orange juice,” Fushiguro mentioned, leading Kugisaki to widen her eyes in surprise since she hasn’t noticed you drinking your favourite juice for the whole day at all.

“I don’t know if you’re extremely bad stalkers or you lost me during your following session, but I have one here,” you stated in a matter-of-fact tone, as you dug into the pocket of your Jujutsu Tech uniform skirt to pull out a carton of orange juice leading your fellow sorcerers to look at the drink in shock since they didn’t remember you buying anything at all when they were following you.

“HOW?!” Kugisaki yelled out in complete surprise as she grabbed the boxed drink from your grasp while staring at it like it was a curse to be exorcised leading to the feeling of amusement to rise again since the situation was becoming funnier by the second rather than sorrowful like it was supposed to be today.

“I bought it at the vending machine just a few minutes away from this cemetery, maybe you two were arguing or something,” you commented with a small smile as you did recall hearing two people shouting at each other from a distance when you were collecting your drink from the dispenser - it was something like ‘this is really a stupid idea’ followed by ‘but we need to figure out where Gojo goes when she disappears, I want to knowwww’.

“You guys are such drag, so you better pay for my drink for me to forgive you both for stalking me,” you voiced out with a smirk planted on your face causing Fushiguro to look at you with widen eyes since he wasn’t expecting any consequences when it came to Kugisaki’s little investigation.

“Hold up, but don’t you have more money than us because you take on more missions? How much do you have Gojo?!” Kugisaki questioned as she moaned at the fact that she was going to pay you rather than spending that money on the Balenciaga jacket that she was hoping to get.

“That’s why I paid for your drink last time, so it’s your turn don’t you think?” you asked before continuing with, “think of it as a ‘thank you’ gift to me for the fact that I trained you both for the past two months,” leading both of the sorcerers besides you to quickly realise that paying for your drink might not be as bad as they expected - two months of training in exchange for paying your bubble tea, they didn’t mind that exchange at all.

“Ah alright, Kugisaki let’s go half and half,” Fushiguro stated causing the female sorcerer to nod as she gave you back your orange juice before linking your arm with hers due to the fact, she was more excited about spending the day with you for an extra day of the week rather than going back to Jujutsu Tech to do nothing.

“I just realised, the Kyoto Exchange Event is tomorrow isn’t it?” you asked before looking up to the sky as you began to recall what date it was today. However, it seemed like you were more concentrated on your feeling of relief as you noticed a few clouds moving across the sky rather than the one you could remember… you were reassured that it wasn’t just a solid blue that was above you right now.

“Yeah, and we are going to beat their asses!” Kugisaki cheered determinedly, leading you to giggle at her enthusiasm since she seemed motivated to win the whole event altogether.

“Do you think you’ll be picked for the individual battle?” Fushiguro questioned, causing you to shift your head towards him as you began to wonder if there was a possibility of you being chosen. From what you knew, Todo Aoi seemed to be the strongest sorcerer on the Kyoto side and had the highest chance of being picked for the second day of the Kyoto Exchange Event.

Although, it seemed like you didn’t have an answer to provide for the shikigami sorcerer leading you to raise your hand to quickly flick his forehead, catching him by surprise since it was one of your lighter ones. “I have no idea, you drag~” you answered, before placing your hand in your pocket.

“But one thing I do know is that we’re going to win the team's battle,” you mentioned with a courageous smile. You were confident since both Fushiguro and Kugisaki have improved so much during the past two months - much more than you had anticipated due to the short amount of time you three had to prepare for it.

Fushiguro and Kugisaki nodded boldly at your statement as it seemed like your confidence and determination had affected them as well.

Tomorrow, you all were going to win.

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

[shdwwlkrsblog]

You left me once now do it again

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C!techno x reader

Tw: angst , blood , child (lmao I'm sry;-;) , being left mid-pregnancy

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Oh how will it go me a child-disliker (i only hate the loud ones) writing something like this lmao I'm also going dark again be ready for maybe a few angst posts

You were happy with techno as your partner and father of your unborn child until he left for a mission (to get the milk) and didn't come back for few days . You thought nothing of it and assumed he calculated it wrong and doesn't come home in 2 days. Like he said maybe in 7 . 7 days grew into weeks and those weeks grew into months and those grew into years . He was missed for 10 years now.

You looked down at your son standing next to you and played with a small horse you both called Henry . It was a few months old and Livian(or however you want to call him) your son really wanted his own horse and not always practice on yours . Livian was a clever kid and he really looked like... His father. You didn't want to say his name it bring to many emotions and memories up . "Moma you okay?" Your son's worried eyes stared at you " yeah I'm okay do you want to do something livi?" You both always called the other with a nickname never with their real name without it was serious . "Maybe some training i want to finally beat Micheal in a fight he's so good" Livian sighed and looked at you "and i finally want to be as strong as you are ma' " the child crossed his arms making you smile and ruffle his hair " okay I'm bringing out the training dolls get your sword and bow time to slay some dumb puppets" "yay" Livian ran into the house while you got the puppets that matched his size out of the chest next to the horses . Livian seemed to search for his sword and bow since he took longer than usual giving you time to put the puppets in their place , until you grabbed the one he made himself and quickly put it back ' that one is going to stay alive ' you thought with a smile eyeing the messy stitches and the smile he drew on it . " Momma i got it " he screamed and ran through the snow towards you .

" are you going to show me a multi shot ? " You wanted to answer but a quick movement in the corner of you eye got your attention and few seconds after that snow began to fall " mom?" " Yes? Oh sorry honey and yes I'm gonna teach you it just pull that cape over your head we don't want your hair to get wet and cold (yes when it's snowing and stuff it gets wet . Own experience) he did what you said and a strand of pink hair was visible and a bit of his pig ears . You pulled you cape over you head too and pulled out your bow and few arrows " here you put that on the middle of string for multishot " you handed the boy small thing and he applied it on the string before looking at you waiting for the next step " good , look closely your gonna put the finger all around the bowbody and lie the arrows on them at the end you put them against the thing while- " you stopped as your son shooted 2 arrows perfectly at head and heart of the nearest puppet "like that?" " Yes like that , awesome shot little boy" " thanks and IM NOT SMALL" he complained but suddenly looked at the forest " mom so ethi g is watching us but no worries I'll deal with it" you still tried to see what he saw while Livian was reloading the bow with 2 arrows taking a few seconds to aim and then shot . Only 1 waited a spilt second aiming again shooting the 2nd this time it must have hit something alive because the bushed moved as something ran off ,and you got a glimpse of an way too familiar cape " Livian Go inside and stay there I'll look what it is " "but-" " do it , you helped me enough strong boi " Livian the loyal kid he was nodded and ran unsere while you equipped a shield and an ender pearl since running would waste too much time , calculating where it would be you threw the pearl quickly equipping a sword .

Once you saw him you held the sword to his throat " what . Are. You . Doing . Here?" Voice low and calm but inside a storm of emotions you asked your lost "partner" but when the only thing coming from him were heavy breaths and blood dripping down into the snow you put your sword back and took one of his arms around your neck , then you noticed his half passed out state and the arrow in his shoulder .' i really need to pay more attention ' and 'why am I even helping him ?' were your thoughts as you dragged him into your house where you sat him on your bed while livian sneaked downstairs . You didn't notice livian when you went to the storeroom to get some healing potions . Livian used his chance and walked to the hybrid his little ironsword In his hand . Techno who was now feeling a bit more conscious looked at the small boy . "Good shot " he praised as he managed to pull the arrow out . " Don't move or I'll kill you!" The small boy stepped back and went into a fight position Techno new to good. It's the same you used when you both trained . After something that felt like hours you came back with the potions you saw livian and called him back to your side "livian dont go too near to strangers " "strangers huh y/n? " Techno asked smiling " livian please go upstairs i have to talk to this man " livian waited a bit starring at the piglin man " if you even try to hurt my mom I'll kill you painfully " he threatened techno , you were surprised by the new site of your son and watched him go upstairs . Techno was impressed but not for long as he saw a healing potion held infront of him. " drink " you hated yourself for helping him but you couldn't let him die there too . " Our son is pretty good for a ten year old" "Our? Don't you dare call him your son ," " com'on y/n don't be like that . Does he even know I'm his father ?" "No he knows his father left while I was pregnant with him. But he sees Sam as his 2nd dad" "Sam!?why him!?heh!?" Technos voice rised and you quickly covered his mouth "shh be quiet and Why do you even care?" You asked and the hybrid sighed looking at a scar on his hand ' this isn't like normal techno' you thought. " Look I'm made a mistake leaving y-" " not that shit now techno." He sighed again and looked down " y/n please I'm sorry but I had to leave " "why? " Techno suddenly stood up and put a hand on your shoulder " look i am wanted, dead . And I didn't want to be a threat for our son . Y/n I'm really sorry I should have checked on you and him and not leave you for that long . But ... I'm too dangerous" technos voice went quieter at the end and you thought about it for a while . Techno wanted to let go of your shoulder but stopped as you began to speak. " But why did you never tell me? All those years would have been less painful and he would have finally known his father" "i ... I didn't know what I was doing , the voices- " "wait you're my father?" The voice of your son came from behind you and techno looked at you you nodded knowing what he's asking he then back at livian " yeah I am" " why didn't you come home earlier?"at this point you knew livian wasn't behind you all the time because he didn't hear the reason why he left . But that wasn't the problem the problem was are you going to forgive him? Now that you know the reason you can understand him a little more. You still have some feelings for him too

What should you choose? You looked over at livian who was now hugging his biological father with a smile on his face

Bonus scenario you forgave techno

You looked outside the window with a cup of tea in your hand and saw techno and livian having a snowball fight. Since you forgave him techno was a whole other man he showed more feelings and allowed himself to be a little more childish and play with livian . Livian was happy about finally living with both of his parents . You were pushed out of your thoughts by a snowball hitting the window infront of you and techno laughing while livian smile proudly . You shook your head at those two and watched them continuing their fight

It was a good choice giving the hybrid a 2nd chance

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This Week in BL

April 2021 Part 4 

it’s my birthday week! *raises a glass of pink milk* 

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Second Chance Ep 4 - oh noes my babies are all so sad! Teen angst for the win. Tropes included: crying in shower, a very significant hand hold, & striped shirts. (At this point over half the cast has been in stripes.) 

Love Machine Ep 1 - not gonna lie, I barely made it through the first half, this is a short run LOW budget experimental web series and it’s not good. Dropped.  

Lovely Writer Ep 9 - I like it when LW gets serious because there are fewer dumb sound effects, but oof Aey, poor baby. How many Aeys have I known over the years? Rejected, broken, angry, lonely, and lashing out. On a different note, I haven’t see the “sex drug made us do it” plot device since 1980s Johanna Lindsey. Props to that cocktail rearing its ugly head. (yeh yeh) ZOMBIE TROPE ALERT. (Is this the point where I remind the world at a-play doesn’t have to hurt? Well, it doesn’t! Toys, prep, and lube people. Sheesh.) Anygay, zombie trope is put safely back underground. Please don’t let it rise again? (I KNOW, I’ll stop now.) So this was a rough episode, especially the back end. (Okay now I’ll REALLY stop.)  Seriously tho, BL doesn’t do a massive coming out family drama scene often. I liked LW’s handling of this one. Hard to watch but compelling. 

Close Friend Ep 1 (OhmFluke) - very cute snapshot into a LTR featuring an overworked music producer and his student BF. That’s the chassis for this whole series, each one has to do with the song & is a portrayal of that song’s message. Essentially, the theme of this one was remembering to make time for your partner. I enjoyed that. OhmFluke gave us easy casual familiar affection and a kiss, but no BL tropes, just romance. 

Fish Upon The Sky Ep 3 - Pi is a total spazz & the ghost story bit was... well, it was something wasn’t it? Lots of tropes: fixing his clothes, wound tending, drag baby around, piggyback, head in lap, hand hold, and ending on a drunk kiss. I just noticed Pi uses guu/mueng with Mork, but Mork’s a year older. (So I have a new entry onto the linguistic brats list.)  So rude and presumptuous. Also I gotta say this, don’t wear watches when you’re working on a cadaver, mmky boys? 

Y-Destiny Ep 4 - look MaxNat have great chemistry, this ep had loads of great tropes (e.g. cheek kiss, rooftop, public claiming via phone), it’s not their fault I’m just not wild about these characters. I do like Nuea’s wanna-be idol wardrobe though. And Sun is sporting the red bag version of Tharn’s black bag that I wanted so bad in TT2. (I wonder if I can score a knock off when I’m over there?) Regardless, I basically grinned all the way through this installment, so that’s another thumbs up from me for Y-Destiny. Who knew I’d come around? Man would I love to see these two get their own series. 

Brothers Ep 12 - teacher/student exposed! But the power of boys on phones will overcome all. No KhunKaow for me, so of course I found this ep tragically disappointing. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 6 - MuRen is officially a yaoi manga character in the flesh. H4′s outright mockery/subversion of tropes “don’t touch him he’s mine,” + “touch my lip & think of kissing” makes the fact that other (way more damaging) tropes are being blithely utilized without critique almost - dare i say it? - insulting. YongJie is trash but I’m the one who feels like trash because I want to forgive him. How aptly abusive & dysfunctional we all are. I don’t know whether to applaud H4 or start drinking. (Maybe this is the show I should invent a cocktail for? Who am I kidding? This is totally a jello shots show.) 

Friend or Lover (Taiwan) Ep 2 - I thought this was only a microfilm but turns out it’s a web series. It’s cute. I’m enjoying it. 

My Lascivious Boss (Vietnam) Ep 3 - subs take a while to drop but it’s still better than average. I like a secret identity trope, I love a grumpy/sunshine pairing, and the side couple is great but this ep was slow. With only 6 total (I assume) they better get the main couple together next ep or the improved quality of this series will be sacrificed on the alter of pacing issues. 

Word of Honor (China) Ep 28-30 - slowed down to focus on bad guys (yawn...ooo Scorpion...yawn again). Then baby gets kidnapped, other baby goes crazy, and old friends turn up. We end on DOOM because mathematically this was an episode 11. All boxes checked.

Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korea) Ep 3-4 - how is this show SO DAMN CUTE & weirdly wholesome at the same time? Another one of those: Will Korea resolve this satisfactorily in 4 short eps? But I seem to say that half way through every Korean BL. These days, I have complete faith. Warm fuzzies for everyone. 

Stand Alones

Color Rush movie is the same as the series. There is a stinger at the VERY end (untranslated) but which I’m assuming has something to do with the missing mother. Is this a possible indication of a 2nd season? Hopefully someone will eng sub the stinger and post it out into the universe. So yeah, Color Rush movie = To My Star style, sadly, not Wish You. That said, I did enjoy watching with different subs. The first version I watched was fan subbed, and they were better on English colloquialisms. Viki’s subs are better on Korean colloquialisms. 

Breaking News 

Bunch of new press on Thailand’s I Told the Sunset About You 2 AKA I Promised You the Moon. Here’s a master post on the subject with all the links you could ever want. It will start airing May 27th 8 pm (Thai time) on LINETV.

New Thai Bl Golden Blood got a teaser trailer. Stars familiar side dish Gun Napat (Techno from LBC) as a rich kid who needs a bodyguard. Yeah, it looks to be the Thai version of Where Your Eyes Linger which is FINE. I love me a bodyguard romance. DO EETTT Thailand. Trailer contains ALL the tropes: dry his hair, piggyback, cooking together, and more, plus good smooches. It looks GREAT. Also cheeper to make then KinPorsche and it might get funded due to of residual enthusiasm. Also GOOD TITLE. 

Close Friend got another teaser trailer this one for Talay & Yoon (no subs). 

Taiwan has a new BL coming out... eventually. Looks to be a new franchise like the HIStory series with different couple(s) each season. It’s the first Taiwanese BL from a major in-country network. The first installment is titled Be Loved in House: I Do (seriously Taiwan, could we talk about your titles?). It stars a familiar face, Aaron Lai from HIStory: My Hero. It’s a grumpy/tsundere boss/employee office-set BL with some forced proximity to push them together. (Nods to Japan.) No release date, but (unlike Thailand) Taiwan usually doesn’t make announcements without content & serious intent. 

Gossip 

Taiwanese BL NOVEL Miracle dropped a trailer, no subs or translation. According to YouTube comments it was supposed to be part of HIStory3 but MODC took on its slot. Still it’s kinda fun to see what might have been.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International accessibility reasons.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.