#june x bas

[margareth-lv]

🥱 'Boredom is the root of all evil' 🥱

[Søren Aabye Kierkegaard]

I was actually looking for something else, and all of a sudden it was like, 'Ba-bow!' Cather's post on X, written when the site was called Twitter, in March 2021. This one: ⬇️⬇️⬇️ ⬇️⬇️⬇️

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I do not know the context in which this post appeared, and I am not convinced that ‘Those two have the power to set all kinds of boundaries’. Rather, I think that the margin of freedom they have is rather thin. It doesn't change the fact that the whole 'Tony' story (as Sam said, there's always 'Tony') is being sold to the public as more of a farce than a serious relationship.

[Well, I apologise for talking so much about 'Tony'. However, given the large number of newcomers to my blog, I feel a social duty to raise awareness.]

My advice? The advice of someone who feels every new appearance of 'Tony' at Caitríona's side as a kick to the solar plexus? All you have to do is take a closer look and you'll see that there's no need to get your heart racing every time Tony materialises.

That made me think of this photo, which I think is relevant to my last post about 'the one who can run with the hare and hunt with the hounds'.

⬇️⬇️⬇️ ⬇️⬇️⬇️

You know, lovely couple who are just engaged are chatting about wedding scams in Bruton, Somerset (spring 2019).

What kind of genius orchestrated this set-up, with the hare pointing a double-barrelled shotgun straight at the groom-to-be's forehead (to the apparent delight of the bride-to-be)? And who in their right mind would sit at a bistro table with a cap on their head?

To be honest, it's been a farce from the start.

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I told you,

'Boredom is the deadliest poison.'

[William F. Buckley, Jr., Milestones]

Give me some new content with Sam and Cait and I'll stop bothering you with the 'Tony' stories. They make me sick. I'm not hiding.

🤢🤮🤢

[21 June, 2024]

[guess-my-next-obsession]

i miss the elementary updates sm 🫶🏽 ur writing means everything to me 💘

i’ve been missing them too!! here’s a lil something for ya 🤍:

The Show Of Appreciation

pairing: no outbreak!joel miller x f!reader (Elementary-verse)

rating: E (18+ only, oral sex (fem rec), fingering, dirty talk)

wc: 1.6k

series masterlist | joel masterlist

June 2010

“Baby, come quick!”

You were standing inside the kitchen, cutting up a watermelon into small chunks for your five and two year old children while Joel kept watch over them outside in the pool.

Dropping your knife as safely as you could manage with worry coursing through your veins, you ran outside, sure that you were going to have to rescue your drowning children, but instead finding your youngest, Miles, swimming across the shallow end to his father. Cracking a big grin, you crouched down by the edge of the pool behind where Joel waited in the water to watch Miles, his Star Wars themed floaties wrapped around his chubby little arms and a big toothy grin on his face.

“Good job, Milo,” Joel exclaimed, using a nickname the two of you had initially sworn off using, but that remained lodged into your daily vocabulary anyways.

“Those swimming lessons are paying off,” you added, adjusting yourself so that you were sitting down on the edge with your feet in the water. Iris, your five year old, came over from where she had been sitting beneath the shade, playing with her dolls. She stood behind you and draped her arms around your neck.

“Mama, where’s the watermelon?” she asked, trying her hardest not to whine. Joel lifted Miles out of the water and sat him on his shoulders, forcing the child into a giggle fit as he turned to face you.

“Yeah, mama,” he grinned. “Where’s the watermelon?”

“I was in the middle of cutting it when you scared me,” you answered, tilting your head at him sassily.

“I’m hungry,” Iris persisted, this time unable to hide her impatience.

You sighed and stood up, watching as Joel gave you an empathetic look as you walked inside with your daughter in tow to help you out. Iris held the big bowl of watermelon in both her arms while you carried three juice boxes and a beer for Joel in one arm and a bag of chips in the other. Joel and Miles we’re already sat at the patio table, dripping from the pool and eagerly awaiting the lunch you’d prepared for them.

“Gotta go grab the sandwiches,” you announced as you sat down the drinks and chips.

“Let me, baby,” Joel offered, standing up quicker than you could stop him. “Sit down, relax.”

“Mama, I can’t get my straw in,” Iris whined again, the sun clearly making her cranky. You gave Joel a knowing look before moving to help your child.

“Today’s not a relaxing kind of day for me, I guess,” you mumbled under your breath, hating that your exhaustion was ruining an otherwise lovely summer afternoon. Joel frowned and kissed the crown of your head as he passed behind you to go into the house to grab the sandwiches, leaving you to keep the kids occupied.

After finally getting Iris to eat her sandwich—she wasn’t happy that she was getting turkey instead of chicken—the kids were put down for the afternoon naps. You stood in the laundry room, moving the freshly washed load into the dryer so that you could wash the next batch, but before you could get started on it, two large, warm palms rested on your shoulders from behind you. You let out an exhale of relief as Joel started to knead at your tense muscles until you melted back against him.

“Time to relax,” his husked into the shell of your ear.

“Gotta do this load so Iris has her stuff washed for ballet tomorrow,” you mumbled, lazy and lost in the feeling of his hands on you.

“I’ll do it,” he promised as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Go sit down, put a movie on. I’ll be right there.”

“Ba—“

“No,” he shook his head and used his hands on your shoulders to walk you out of the laundry room and into the living room. “Sit.”

“Yes, sir,” you smiled and took your usual seat, grabbing the throw blanket that laid over the back of the couch and unfolded it over your legs while Joel went back to the laundry.

You curled up on your side, flipping through channels until you saw that Butch Cassidy & The Sundance Kid was playing, and you were lucky enough to have caught it close to the start.

“You know me so well,” Joel smiled at you as he entered the room, finding his place on the couch, squeezing in behind you to hold you as you watched the movie.

“Paul Newman is so—“

“Dreamy, I know,” Joel chuckled against the shell of your ear, his palm flattening over the sliver of exposed skin between the hem of your tank top and waistline of your pajama shorts. “This movie’s gonna get you worked up.”

“You’re getting me worked up,” you corrected, smiling at the chills trickling down your arms from the simple contact of his skin on your hip.

“Am I?” he teased, kissing your neck before grazing his teeth against your earlobe. You hummed and nodded, closing your eyes to relish in his touch. “Good.”

Joel pressed himself into you, the thin material of his shorts doing little to contain the swelling of his girth as he continued to rock against you slowly. A shivered moan slipped from your lips as his palm slid up your front, underneath the cotton of your top until he was cupping the weight of your breast.

“These kids have been workin’ you into the ground, baby,” he husked, pressing his lips to your pulse. “I’ve been so busy at the office…not here enough.”

“S’alright—“

“No,” he shook his head and pinched your nipple, earning a gasped moan. “S’not. M’gonna handle the kids the rest of the week, baby. Gonna give you a break. God knows you deserve it. Such a good mama…such a good wife.”

“Joel,” you shivered as his hand slid down your stomach until it was slipping into your shorts and down to part your lower lips.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he drawled, low and needy as he circled your clit. “Have I been neglectin’ you?”

“A little,” you smirked, turning your head to look at him as he laid behind you.

“My apologies, Mrs. Miller,” he grinned, lowering his lips to hover over yours. “Don’t know what I’ve been thinkin’.”

“You wanna know what I’m thinking?” you asked and he nodded. “That I miss your tongue.”

Joel groaned and pressed his lips against yours, sinfully and slowly swiping his tongue against yours as he lowered his fingers to curl up into your cunt, swallowing your moan down greedily.

“You want me to lick this pretty pussy, baby?” he purred, fingers targeting that blinding spot inside you while the heel of his palm grinded against your clit. You nodded urgently, brows already furrowed as the knot in your stomach tightened and tightened. “Want me to drink you up? Lick you clean?”

“Fuck, yes,” you shivered.

Joel pressed his lips against your shoulder before shimmying down the sofa until he was sitting on the opposite end, situating himself between your open legs as you rolled onto your back. Grinning at you, he slid his hands up your bare legs until he was hooking his fingers into the band of your shorts, peeling them off you.

“Look at that.” Joel licked his lips as he spread your thighs open wide, his palms splayed out over your thighs, gripping the soft flesh there as his eyes admired the arousal gathered on your cunt. “Makin’ my mouth water, baby.”

“Taste me,” you begged breathlessly, the pounding in your core turning you impatient. Joel grinned and leaned down, locking his eyes with yours as he stuck out his tongue and just barely grazed it across your clit. Your body reacted instantly, jerking at the teasing contact. “Such a tease.”

“Feels better when I make you wait and you know it,” he countered, placing a kiss on your inner thigh.

You couldn’t help but admire your forty-three year old husband as he looked at you from between your thighs, his tongue slowly and softly working in circles against your clit. His hair was greying now, but he looked even better to you than he did when you met him ten years before. You briefly found yourself hoping he felt the same about you and your body after ten years and two kids.

“Pussy tastes so fuckin’ good, baby,” he praised in between deep, wide licks up your seam. Your mouth remained opened in a wide “O” as you watched him work you up, each stroke of his tongue bringing you nearer to the sweet relief you’d been craving since he first touched you. “Need my fingers to cum?”

“Wouldn’t hurt,” you panted back, brows stitched together and your fingers buried in his hair. Joel smiled as he slowly slid a finger inside of your heat before adding another, curled them up towards the roof of your cunt while his lips sucked on your clit. “Fuck, Joel,” you whined, letting your head fall back against the decorative pillow beneath your head. “I’m gonna cum—fuck.”

“That’s it,” he panted, catching his breath before returning to your clit.

The tension that had been building and building finally snapped under the synchronized strokes against your nerves from inside and out, your fingers gripping his hair to hold him against you as you rode out the waves of your high.

“There you go, baby,” he purred, moving his mouth from you but keeping his fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out just to watch you squirm and shake. When it all began to be too much, he pulled his fingers out of you and sucked them clean before coming to lay in top of you, his head on your chest. “How was that?”

“Relaxing.”

[fure-dcmk]

I keep seeing people being confused about dcmk silly wordplay posts so this is my attempt to explain

(you can also refer to detective conan ep 400: ran suspicion for more worplay fun)

This table list off various alternative pronunciation for each number, though not exhaustive.

examples:

Mo-ro-fu-shi day: x-6-2-4 -> June 24th (theres none for Mo?) Ha-ku-ba day: 8-9-8 -> August 9th (ignore the last digit for dates) Ha-tto-ri day: 8-10-6 -> August 10th Ha-i-ba-ra day: 8-1-8-6 -> August 18th Ku-ro-ba day: 9-6-8 -> September 6th Ku-dou day: 9-10 -> September 10th Tou-ya-ma day: 10-8-0 -> October 8th

Its not their birthday!!! Its their wordplay day

[todayontumblr]

Friday, June 30.

Indiana Jones.

For Dr. Jones, every day is a good day for thumpin' Nazis. But some days it just hits particularly sweet. And would you look at that—it's only Friday, June 30, 2023, which can only mean one thing: it's the release of Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny! Yay!

*cracks knuckles, whip*

Well, it's not just thumping Nazis that's on the cards, but nostalgia. Coming 15 years after the, well, best-forgotten fourth installment, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, the latest film in the #indiana jones canon will in fact be the last. Or the curtain call for Harrison Ford as the iconic character, at very least. His daytime lecturer and night-time archaeologist Dr. Henry Walton "Indiana" Jones, Jr. is reluctantly thrust back into the action after seeking refuge in the quiet life of academia. After, *takes deep breath* Nazis and the Ark of the Covenant, The Thuggee Cult and the holy Sankara Stones, the Holy Grail and the Nazis (again), the Soviet Union and the Crystal Skull (*shudders*), Indiana is set to take up the fedora against the Nazis once more in search of the mysterious dial of destiny. This fifth film is in 1969 and finds an elderly Indy contending with the knowledge that the US space program has former Nazis in its ranks. Well, better get thumpin', friend!

That's it, folks. Happy weekend. Enjoy #indiana jones, the occasional thumpin', and enjoy the good things while they're there x

Ba-ba-ba-baaa, ba ba baaaaaa...

[dylan-duke]

Nora Hughes + Dad! Quinn

single dad x silly daughter

Nora Hughes

nora wren

born march 1st, 2021 in detroit, michigan

daddys little girl

Quinn Hughes

born october 14th, 1999

defenseman on the vancouver canucks

dad and captain of the year!

Time Line

january 2020

quinn finds out about nora

mom tells quinn its her baby and hes not going to be involved

march 2020

mom leaves nora in her carseat on ellen and jim’s front step when the world shuts down

causes panic but quinn does all the research and work and makes sure that he can be the best dad for his baby girl

january 2021

quinn goes back to vancouver with nora

august 2024

starts pre-kindergarten

no longer traveling with quinn

a really hard time for her and quinn cause shes been travelling with quinn since she was born

march 2025

nora has a severe allergic reaction during a home game 

is severely allergic to tree nuts

july 2025

quinn has his day with the cup in michigan

layla y/l/n is there

more about her in their section

november 2028

teachers, coaches and layla start to notice that nora is not herself

shes tired fatigued and can barely play hockey

she even refuses to go out to practice

she passes out at school and ultimately gets diagnosed with type 1 diabetes

june 2029

amelia jordan hughes is born

nora is officially a big sister!!!

Dad! Quinn Hughes x Layla 

Layla Y/L/N

ellen’s best friend and college roommates daughter

quinns first friend

lost contact when the hughes’ made the permanent move to michigan

gets a ba from university of southern california in communications and a minor in public relations

graduated in 2021 - summa cum laude

Quinn Hughes

born october 14th, 1999

defenseman on the vancouver canucks

dad to nora hughes

Time Line

june 2024

after 3 seasons in PR with the chicago bulls

gets a job with the canucks

july 2024

layla and her family attend quinns cup day!

she finds quinn in the kitchen and they reconnect

september 2024

quinn and layla run into each other during the first media day and quinn is shocked that shes there!

she and quinn reconnect and a friendship blooms

january 2025

make it official 

february 2027

quinn proposes during all-star break

july 2028

married!!!

small wedding in michigan with their families and close friends

october 2028

layla officially adopts nora

june 2029

amelia jordan hughes is born on june 15th, 2029

nora is officially a big sister!!!

[seris-circle]

My Humps

Drew Starkey x femreader

Summary: on his way back from a meeting, Drew finds y/n having a little party.

Warnings: swearing, pregnancy, fluff

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“Whatcha gon' do with all that junk. All that junk inside that trunk?” Is the first thing Drew hears as he opens the front door. He continued to follow the music to the source, leading him to the kitchen where he found you singing along and dancing. He began recording while trying to keep his laughter hidden behind a tight-knit smile.

“My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely li-” you’re cut off when you turn around and realize that Drew is standing there. You cue the alexa to shut off and turn your attention to your fiance.

“Hey babe, didn’t know you were standing there,” you said, sounding a bit out of breath. It wasn’t a surprise since you were now 7 months pregnant. You walked up to him, stepping on your toes to reach for a kiss.

“Oh, don’t let me stop you. I liked the little concert.” He said after you pulled away.

“Yeah, just got a burst of energy and decided to clean.” You smiled. “The music just got me going I guess and distracted me from the task at hand” you continued pointing at the still full sink of dishes. You attempted to walk back to the sink but drew trapped you by wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“You didn’t have to clean, I would’ve done it when I got back” drew responded, nestling his chin on your shoulder and rubbing the bump. He said that because he promised the night before to take care of it because you’ve been feeling sick almost this whole trimester but also because he may feel slightly guilty too. Drew would be leaving for Italy to film for his new movie in a couple days, leaving you alone and pregnant for the next two months. You’ve been ordered for bed rest due to difficulty during the final trimester so far, so going to another country was out of the question. He didn’t know how he was going to do it; being in a different country away from his fiancé, the woman carrying his child, long enough that she could go into labor while he was away. But they have talked it through a dozen times to relieve the stress of the two. You weren't due until the middle of July and drew would be finished by 4th of July, the following week if anything. Your mom is already coming to LA in June, so you won’t be alone and drew already made sure with the directors to leave on the first plane out of Italy at any word of you having contractions, real or not.

“No, I wanted to.” You replied. “I know you said you would last night but this win today felt so refreshing after all the losses the last couple of weeks. I feel alive” you continued, throwing her arms up in the air. Drew released you and you turned to face him.

“You say that now but in a couple hours when little bug here kicks the shit out of you after you just ate another jar of pickles, you are going to be regretting it.” Drew responded , poking your bump. He was right though. Your craving the whole pregnancy has been dill pickles and it has gotten serious, to the point where you’re spending $30 a week on jars. Once you start eating, you can’t stop. Topping a whole jar off in one sitting. Though they were good, the heartburn was crazy. You would feel it rise and the gerd pillow still couldn’t help. It wasn’t until the baby would kick you during this experience that you would get out of bed to chug water. Complaining to drew about how much you are suffering from your own doings would just make him laugh and you get all clingy.

You send him a glare after that remark, “you know what? I think I will stop and let you clean this up just for making that comment.” You said with a cockiness in your tone. He was right which irritated you slightly so you just gave up at this point. “You finish the dishes and make dinner while I burn this energy in another way” you said turning the music back on.

‘Humps’ continued to play and you got back to dancing and singing along. You rubbed your bump to the beat of the part where it was “My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump My lovely lady lumps (lump) My lovely lady lumps my lovely lady lumps (lumps)” You danced in circles around drew, making funny faces to over exaggerate the lyrics. Feeling him up and down as he sat still laughing. As the music kept playing, you got him to join in and you two were dancing in the kitchen. The dishes never got done and you had just ordered takeout instead of drew preparing dinner. You savored moments like this because you knew it would last for a couple of months.

[neoswift]

wake me. [02]

PAIRING. mark lee x fem!reader

CATEGORY. filo mini smau, fluff, crack, band au, bandmate!mark, guitarist!mark

WARNINGS. language

SUMMARY. kung saan may gusto manghingi ng number mo and your bandmate mark seems… not too happy about it?

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

NOTE. naaalala niyo pa ba au na to … JUNE PA TAPOS PART NA TO SORRY HINDI KO NAPOST 😭 may kasunod pa to hehe five parts na gagawin ko dito :D di nga lang uli alam kelan uupdate WAHAHAHAHA (try this week pero no promises 🤞🏼) also… i wrote this before the m*tty healy drama im sawry he is so stinky pero di ko na to nabago 😭

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[literary-illuminati]

2024 Book Review #47 – City of Last Chances by Adrian Tchaikovsky

This book was recommended to me by a few different people, and in any case I am generally a pretty big Tchaikovsky fan. So of course I’m only getting around to reading it now, however many months later. Having put it off so long for no good reason at all, I can say that the book is in fact very good. Not Tchaikovsky’s best work (that’s still Children of Time in a walk), but a good read and one that left me curious (if not exactly excited) about checking out the sequel.

The story takes place in Illmar, the eponymous City of Last Chances – scarred and oppressed, tyrannized by cursed dukes and conquering imperialists, built upon a dangerous and unreliable route to other worlds and forever attracting the sort of people with no better options available to them. While the book has any number of characters, it’s really the city itself that is the star of the story – a story of how the theft of an imperial magistrate’s ward before he makes an experimental voyage through the gateway in the woods leads to a whole series of byzantine intrigues and bloody misadventures, culminating in an abortive revolution against the Pallseen who occupy and rule them. Which in one sense is an absolutely massive spoiler and in another just feels like stating an inevitability that was obvious from the first chapter.

The book was apparently quite heavily marketed as harking back to the whole New Weird trend of a decade or two ago – marketing that is lived up to wholly and entirely. The whole book absolutely drips with Mieville and Vandermeer. The oblique worldbuilding, the mundane day-to-day life built around the opportunities and inconveniences of some intrusion of the sublime, the awkward intersection of ancient magic and industrial bureaucracy, and so on, and so forth. The Reproach in particular feels very Area X (or very Roadside Picnic, as you prefer), but in general the city feels like absolutely nothing so much as Bas-Lag with the weirdness dial turned down from an 11 to a 5 or 6.

It’s a real triumph of the book, I think, that the world genuinely feels vast and strange even beyond the points where it matters to the story - that all the little asides and the ways something affects a certain character feel like just small parts of something far grander and more uncanny than anyone can hope to understand. Maybe I’m just painfully tired of rpg-system worldbuilding, but it’s an effect I dearly love.

Much like Bas-Lag, Ilmar is very clearly a magical fantasy city going through a magical fantasy 19th century industrial revolution (instead of steam engines its demonic slave labor contracted and imported from the Kings Below). The meat of the book is playing into the whole tradition of the idealistic, virtuous but tragic liberal revolution – 1848 in Berlin or Vienna, the June Days and Commune in Paris, Warsaw a dozen different times, Les Mis. You know the type. Students singing patriotic old songs, workers rising up against class oppression, ‘revolutionaries’ who are mostly cowardly nobles pining after lost privileges and criminal syndicate putting on airs being caught flat-footed by events. You can probably tell the basic story in your sleep. But for such a venerable genre, this book's honestly probably the best rendition of ‘fantasy 1848’ I can recall. Something which won it my instant affection.

The other thing the book just overwhelming shares with the Mieville’s Bas-Lag books is a very keen sense of the necessity of revolution combined with an extreme cynicism towards anyone who might actually carry it out. The university students are sincere believers, and also naive sheep the narrative views with condescension (at best). The professional revolutionaries are all power-grabbing hypocrites who have wrapped themselves in the flag. The workers syndicates have a real sense of solidarity among themselves, and also none at all to the demon slaves that are used and broken powering the mills and factories. And so on. The overall thrust of the book is a tragedy not in the sense of railing against the inevitable, but in the sense that triumph and revolution were absolutely possible – indeed plausible – but for the flaws and frailities of the revolutionaries who might have accomplished it.

Not to say that it's misanthropic – the book is very humane towards the vast majority of its POVs. Of which there are enough for ‘vast majority’ to be a meaningful term. It was something like 130 pages in before any character got a second chapter through their eyes, a feat I had previously only seen in Malazan – and that’s not including the chorus chapters which just give a half-doze vignettes from across the city. But yes, most characters (even the ones who are really just viscerally repulsive) are shown through their own eyes as someone who is at least understandable, if not particularly sympathetic. The sheer size of the cast in a 500 page book mean that no one character or set gets that many chapters from their perspective (you could easily have written as long a book about roughly the same events with half or less of the cast), but some of the dynamics that are very lightly touched on are just incredibly compelling. Its enough to make you wish this was a series that would ever get any fanfiction written about it, really.

Given the way the book is so deeply concerned with oppression and violence on the basis of culture, class, and nation – imperial occupiers, native population, refugees and immigrants used and scapegoated by both – it is kind of fascinating that this is a world where misogyny and (possibly? Not very explored, the only example of a queer relationship we see is hardly going to be concerned by normative society) homophobia just flatly don’t exist. Which would be less interesting if it was unusual, really – the same could be said about very nearly every recent sci fi or fantasy book on the same lines I can recall. Interesting because it is very much not the case in Melville’s stuff – the cultural impact of Ancillary Justice continues to echo down the years, I guess. So yes the imperial police inspector will extort sex out of a brothel owner in exchange for not stringing up the entire workforce for peripheral involvement with the resistance, but also this is entirely gender-neutral. Something very modern about how oppression is imagined relative to the ‘90s or ‘00s (or just a different genre of self-consciously feminist novel a few book shelves to the left).

But yeah, great book, I am compelled. No idea where the sequel would be going, but will probably hunt it down sooner rather than later.

[cowgurrrl]

OKAY WAIT

late night talks with college!joel - how reader and him came to date. they were studying they got distracted talking about something and stayed up all night taking. now joel can get her off his mind. 😉

thank you harry styles <3

I’ll kiss you on the mouth dude I love this idea

UPDATE: I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT AND IF IT WASNT FOR MY MELATONIN KICKING IN I WOULDVE CONTINUED IT

She’s got a book for every situation

Pairing: college!joel x fem!reader

Summary: this ask

Author’s note: typed in tumblr and not proofread so god speed slayers 🫡

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, Joel being The Biggest Flirt, June your BA in English is showing, I think that’s it??

Working at the writing center on campus has its perks. You get unlimited printing, editing experience, and free coffee. Granted, it’s from a pot that had been simmering for several days but it’s free nevertheless. You’ve even managed to get in good with a few professors who would recommend their students come to you if they need help. Normally, they don’t take the advice until finals week and they all scramble into your office all at once. So, when a tall guy with curly dark hair walks into your desolate lobby, you’re a little surprised. He looks lost with a stack of papers piled in his hands and visibly relaxes when he sees you peek your head out.

“Hey there. Can I help you?” You ask, approaching him.

“Maybe. ‘M from Dr. Phillips class and she said to come to the writing center and ask for…” He trails off as he glances down at his paper before saying your name. “Said she might be able to help me with my paper.”

“Yeah, I think she can help you with your paper.” You say and hold out your hand to grab the red inked paper. It’s a paper on Kerouac who’s never been your favorite. In fact, you wrote an entire paper about how pretentious and privileged Jack Kerouac actually was but that’s neither here nor there. The bottom line is that you know how to write a paper professors are looking for. You feel his eyes scanning your face as you read his thesis and try to ignore the blush creeping over your cheeks.

“I take it you’re the brilliant writer Dr. Phillips likes so much.” He says. You smile but don’t take your eyes off his words so you don’t get distracted by his presence.

“Dr. Phillips doesn’t like anyone.”

“She seemed to like you. Told me all about how smart you are,” he says. “Never mentioned the pretty part, though.” Finally, you look up and meet his gaze.

“Technically Dr. Phillips isn’t allowed to recommend one student editor over another. It’s against our policy and makes things a little fairer for everyone. So, can we keep this little secret between us…” you let your sentence end, realizing you never asked his name, and he holds out his free hand.

“Joel.” He says and you shake his hand.

“Well, Joel, I’ll tell you what. I’ll agree to help you get your paper in order if you agree to not get me fired. Fair deal?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He says politely.

You spend the rest of the day walking Joel through essay structures, grammar mistakes, and thesis issues. His argument is strong but it needs to be more concise and punchier. When you try to explain it to him in those terms, he looks at you like you’re from Mars. Eventually, after a little too much flirty small talk, he tells you about his dad’s construction company and you learn to put flowery, over dramatic writing advice into clean, neat boxes that he understands completely. Unfortunately, you don’t end up finishing the actual essay before the center closes.

“You’re free to come back tomorrow morning so we can finish this.” You say as you gather your things and stuff them in your backpack. Joel stretches in his chair, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a gorgeous sliver of tan skin and you have to force your eyes away from the sight.

“D’you live far from here?” He asks, standing and throwing his own backpack over one shoulder. You waffle for a moment, unsure if you want to tell this almost perfect stranger where you live.

“Maybe a ten minute walk. It’s not bad for Austin.”

“Can I walk you home? Since I kept you so late,” he asks. Once again, you hesitate. Joel doesn’t seem like the typical frat guy you’ve come to fear since your time at school. He actually seems gentle and genuine. You turn the thought over a few more times before he throws his hands up. “‘S just an offer to make sure you get home safe. I’ll even carry your backpack for you if you want.” He offers and you smile. You take another second before handing him your heavy backpack. He slings it over his free shoulder and walks to the door to open it for you, keys jingling in your hand as you lock up the writing center for the night. The humid Texas night suffocates you the second you step out into the fading daylight.

“You always carry girls’ backpacks home?” You ask as you start walking in the direction of your apartment. Campus is mostly empty this time of night, everyone crawling home after class to pregame or cry or both. Squirrels patrol the sidewalks for any students who may want to hand them a piece from their bagel or sandwich. Someone honks their horn in distant standstill Austin traffic, and the sun slowly slides behind the Capitol. It’s peaceful.

“Only when I make ‘em read my shitty writing.” He says and you laugh.

“Your writing’s not bad, Joel. It’s actually very good. Essays are just the worst to write.”

“You like ‘em enough to work at the writing center.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean it’s what I actually care about,” you shrug. “At this point, I’m a warm body with a clicky pen.”

“Woah there, Kafka. I think you’re a little more than that,” Joel laughs and you have to laugh too. Not only for the perfectly on brand joke but for the tone in his voice. The playful lilt makes your head feel fuzzy. “Alright then, if you don’t like essays and you don’t like Kerouac, what do you like? What do you wanna write?” He asks and you take a deep breath. It’s a question you’ve fielded more than enough times in your college career to know that not many people like your answer.

“I’m not sure yet. I like a little bit of everything.”

“Have you written anythin’ I would’ve read?”

“No,” you laugh. “Probably not.”

“Why’s that funny?” He asks and you shake your head.

“Because nobody wants to publish my work. It’s too… rough.”

“Rough?” He raises his eyebrows at you.

“Yeah. Publishers either want the next Great American Novel or nothing at all, and I am not next Great American Novel material.”

“How do you know?”

“Because nobody’s publishing me.”

“Maybe, you’re not lookin’ in the right places,” he says. “‘M just sayin’ someone as smart as you has to have somethin’ someone will wanna take.”

“Yeah, well, don’t go holdin’ your breath on me, cowboy.”

“Why do you do that?” He asks suddenly and you stop to look at him.

“Do what?” You ask.

“Try and play it off whenever someone compliments you.” He says with glaring honesty. It sets you back in your heels but you quickly recover.

“You’ve only known me for a few hours. How do you know I’m not just incredibly humble?”

“I guess I don’t,” he says. “Could I buy you a drink and figure it out?” It could be the way he, somehow, sees right through you already or the way his brown eyes look in the sunlight but you can’t stop the butterflies in your stomach. You purse your lips together and dare a step closer to him.

“Tell you what, if you get an A on this paper, I’ll let you buy me a drink.” You say.

“And if I fail?” He asks and you shake your head.

“You won’t fail.”

“But what if I do?”

“If you do, you have to…” you search your brain. “Carry my backpack home for me for a week.”

“You drive a hard bargain, ma’am.”

“But I take it Joel Miller’s a bettin’ man.”

“See, smarter than you think.” He quips and you roll your eyes.

“One thing at a time, lover boy.”

Joel ends up getting the highest grade on his essay out of anyone in his class. Dr. Phillips commends his dedication to bettering his first draft and tells him to keep up the good work. “Whatever you did to change this, keep it up.” She says when she places his graded essay on his desk. When he presents the A to you at the writing center, all you can do is applaud him and smile.

“I told you you’d pass.” You say, poking at his firm chest.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes. “Maybe I just needed a little motivation.”

“Oh, yeah? What was that?”

“I think I was promised a date.” He says cheekily and you nod.

“You were, and my mama raised me to be a woman of my word,” you smile. “Jenny, do you mind closing up for me tonight?” You ask the receptionist and she shakes her head.

“Not at all, darlin’. Have a good night.” She winks at you when Joel turns his back and you stick your tongue out at her.

Say what you will about the writing center but you think a date with a broad, tall, handsome cowboy is the best thing that could’ve come out of that hell hole.

[nattaphum]

A few updates on Man Suang

Editing is done ✅

Final sound of the trailer is done ✅

About the soundtrack:

Pond posted this story (translated by google on the right):

Ohm is this artist that Apo met 2 months ago:

Today Pond and Bible did a live with him on IG and he let them hear the demo of the soundtrack of Man Suang for the first time:

Ohm said that the demo is finished, but the music is not 100% complete because it requires a lot of musical instruments.

Bible said that it sounds very majestic. Pond said that it fits the city of Mansuang and many people's lives of that time. Ohm said that there will be a MV.

Apo talked about the Man Suang’s project for all fanartists (with eng subs):

Tong, Bas, Nodt and Pong went to the launch of SONG WAT GUIDEBOOK on June 16.

Song Wat is an area of Bangkok with a great historical value. The name "Song Wat" translates to "drawing by the king". In fact, it was built by King Rama V; the Siamese government wanted to expand the roads and public utilities to a wider area and King Rama V wrote the line of the area with a pencil on the map by himself (source).

The project of Man Suang x Song Wat is still unknown!

[pinkcaddyconfessions]

Anything for You, Darlin’

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Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader (can be Austin!Elvis if you prefer)

Word Count: 738 words

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of the Colonel, Teasing of Smut, Language

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! Thanks for all you love you have shown this series! I’ll be busy this weekend so I will try to upload another chapter or two.

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Chapter 5

June 1968

Things were definitely looking up for Elvis. Filming began for the Christmas Special, which you and him knew there was no way in hell it was gonna be a Christmas Special. Ever since little Mallory was born, Elvis had a fire lit underneath him. He wanted make something she would be proud of. He demanded that you and Mallory would be filming the whole time, against the Colonel’s wishes.

You had to admit, seeing Elvis in that black leather suit made you crazy for him. It made you want him even more than you already did.

“Elvis, I don’t know if I told you this already, but you are sexy as hell in that black leather,” you said to him as you kissed him all over his face.

“Darlin, I can see it on your face,” Elvis replied back while also blushing. He knew he had you in the palm on his hand. “(Y/N, baby, you look sexy as hell too, I mean just look at you lil mama.” The kisses began flying, but before anything could begin, Mallory woke up crying.

Both of you jumped and ran over to her, and you scooped her up in her arms. “Mallory, what’s wrong baby?,” you cooed to her while Elvis watched with concern and love in his eyes. Elvis loved his girls more than life itself. Everything he did, he did it for you and Mallory. As soon as you changed her, Elvis picked her up to soothe her.

“Hey there princess there’s no need for all this cryin’ daddy’s got you,” Elvis said to her lovingly and gently. It was like he could read her little mind because she almost instantly calmed down. Mallory Love Presley was your whole world, but she was also a daddy’s girl. She had him wrapped around her pretty little finger since the day she was born.

“Elvis stage in five minutes,” Steve Binder called out. Steve Binder and Bones Howe were the masterminds behind the special. Binder knew Elvis wanted more than just a “Christmas special”. This was do or die or Elvis’ career.

“Alright I’m ready,” Elvis called out. He looked at you holding little Mallory and walked over to kiss you both. “This is all for you two, my baby girls. I love ya,” he said to you and Mallory. The three of you walked out to the stage area where you and Mallory were seated next to Jerry. Filming began and once again, lightening had struck. You saw Elvis in his full glory performing like there was no tomorrow. Smiling, laughing like he did back in his early days. Every chance that man got, he was looking over at his girls.

December 3, 1968

When the ‘68 Comeback Special aired, the whole Presley household was watching. No one could say a word. The room was so quiet. Elvis’ leg was bouncing like crazy while you tried to settle his nerves. Of course, that’s when Mallory started to cry, so you went upstairs to get her. You brought her down so you didn’t miss a second of it.

“Come here little darlin’ daddy needs ya,” Elvis cooed to Mallory. She was truly a daddy’s girl. He could get her to calm down and vice versa. When the special ended, she was asleep in his arms and that’s when it hit you all at once: Mallory Love Presley was turning one in three weeks. Tears starting streaming down your face. Elvis looked to you when he heard you sniffling.

“Doll, are you ok? What’s wrong mama?” He asked while wiping away the tears. “Elvis….. she’s turning one in three weeks… our ba..ba..baby girl is growing up,” was all you managed to get out before you really started crying.

“Aw (Y/N) I know. It’s ok lil mama, let’s get my girls up to bed,” Elvis said. First Elvis went upstairs with Mallory to put her to bed, then he come back down to get you. He scooped you up in his arms and held you close to him while walking up the stairs. For the rest of the night, he held you close and whispered sweet nothings in your ear until you fell asleep. Not much longer after that he fell asleep with you. This was what he dreamed of: the perfect wife and family. Little did he know, life was getting ready to change again.

[cwilbah]

tagged by @sickfreaksirkay thank youu <3

Last song listened to - set me free by jimin because i re-watched this dance cover. it's one of my favourite covers i love the person covering jimin:

Last Book Read - 'making edwardian costumes for women' by suzanne rowland. it's been sitting in my room for like two months now lmao i need to take it back because i read it front-to-back and i don't need it anymore but my uni's library is out of my way</3

Last Film - good question… i don't know lol it's been months since i've seen a movie so i dont remember orz

Last TV - hannibal because my sister is bingeing it right now and i watched some of it out of curiosity. i'm not a tv show person so it was .. interesting. i see why people like it but i think im just a watch-the-same-things-over-again person </3

Last Video Game- lotro, to claim the free mount giftbox on my main toon and also to log into my other toons on laurelin so i dont get kicked out of the kins

Last Thing Googled - 'how to make photocard holder kpop'. i don't have any pcs on me (theyre all with my albums back home so i might buy replica ones on etsy) but im looking at ways to spice up my backpack. it only has pins and i want more stuff on it!!! i think i just need to go get a plastic folio thing, sew a rectangle, cut it out, put a keychain on it and boom simple pc holder.

Last Thing Ate - tangerines 🍊 but these ones seem to be hit or miss lol one will be good and the next will be kinda weak and shitty. i have a whole bag so i'm going to eat them all anyways

Sweet Savoury or Spicy - sweet always!!!!! you will have to pry chocolate out of my cold dead hands

Amount of sleep - last night i got like 4 hours :'( i miss having black out curtains so badly. i could sleep through anything and now if its 9 am and the sun's bright out, i'm awake

Currently Reading - i'm always in a perpetual state of reading le morte darthur. one day i will get through it!!! i just have to get through the first couple paragraphs first 🧍‍♂️

Currently Watching - im in the middle of watching run bts episodes because i am so incredibly far behind. like when the hell was there 155 episodes??? i just finished this special ep specifically:

on my to-watch list is teen wolf.. i will get to that eventually. probably in may or june when uni's done. i can't get into something new this month, i have to do my assignments that are all due in 19 days :X

Tagging - @danshine @ba-sil @wei--wuxian @permafrost7767 @cooliostarstache @cantofworms and anyone else i havent tagged but wants to

[usafphantom2]

Mirage III RD n° 364 (33-TO) assigned to Squadron BR 11, of Reconnaissance Squadron 3/33 "Moselle" of the French Air Force, stationed at 124 Strasbourg-Entzheim Air Base, Bas-Rhin, in June 1988.

credit Les Amis des Avions

@CcibChris via X

[lboogie1906]

Dr. Clayborne Carson (born June 15, 1944) is an academic who is a professor of history at Stanford University. He has directed the Martin Luther King Papers Project, a long-term project to edit and publish the papers of Martin Luther King Jr.

He was born in Buffalo; the son of Clayborne and Louise Carson. He attended the University of New Mexico. He met Stokely Carmichael. Carmichael convinced him to attend the March on Washington For Jobs and Freedom as a member of SNCC.

He transferred to UCLA became more active and continued with SNCC. He changed his field of study from Computer Programming to American History. He earned his BA, MA, and Ph.D. He was involved with anti-Vietnam War protests.

He has taught and lectured in Britain, France, China, South Africa, Zimbabwe, Tanzania, and throughout the US. He teaches and lectures about Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, SNCC, the Black Panther Party, and other subjects related to the Black struggle and civil rights. He has been a frequent guest on Pacifica Radio station KPFA and has appeared on programs like Fresh Air, the Tavis Smiley Show, the Charlie Rose Show, Good Morning America, and the CBS Evening News. He is a member of the global council of the California International Law Center at the UC Davis School of Law. He is a member of several professional organizations including the American Historical Association, the Organization of American Historians, the Social Science History Association, the Association for the Study of Afro-American Life and History, and the Southern Historical Association.

He has written several books and articles and has made contributions to many more as well as documentaries and interviews. His first book In Struggle: and the Black Awakening of the 1960s was awarded the Fredrick Jackson Turner Award. He was the Historical Adviser for the film Freedom on My Mind, which was nominated for an Oscar.

He was nominated by President Biden to serve as a member of the newly formed Civil Rights Cold Case Records Review Board.

He married Susan Ann Beyer (1967). She was the managing editor of the King Papers Project. They have a daughter and a son. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[from-a-legends-pov]

Star Wars Legends Spotlight: The Liberation of Coruscant

In this last week of writer signups for the From a Legends Point of View fanfiction event, we’ll be celebrating Legends by highlighting some key events, characters, and moments from the Legends continuity.

Writers: Help us add to the story! Sign up to write for the From a Legends Point of View fanfiction event now through June 2. Together, we’ll build a collection of Star Wars Legends fanfiction set during the time of the Original Trilogy. Use our Signup Form to pitch your story concepts (Signup Guidelines available here) and please encourage your favorite writers to participate!

Our next spotlight is the Liberation of Coruscant (the capital planet of both the former Republic and of the Galactic Empire) from the Empire in 7 ABY.

Why is this important?

While the Battle of Endor cleared the way for the establishment of the New Republic and the beginning of the end of the Empire, the Galactic Civil War wasn’t yet over. The celebrations and uprisings upon hearing of the Alliance victory at Endor were quickly put down, and much of the galaxy remained under an oppressive regime. With the death of the Emperor, various Imperial warlords battled for power and sought to declare themselves the successor to Palpatine or to at least amass enough territory to prevent the New Republic from gaining a foothold. On Coruscant, that person was Director of Imperial Intelligence Ysanne Isard (“Iceheart”).

As the seat of power for both the old Republic and the Empire, Coruscant had important strategic and symbolic value for the New Republic. The New Republic also reasoned that the sooner Coruscant could be taken, the faster the remainder of the Empire would fall.

Equally important is the way in which Coruscant was taken — not by the straightforward bombardment one might expect from a power like the Empire, but a combination of creative strategies involving Rebel spies, Black Sun gangsters, and Rogue Squadron pilots.

How does it happen?

As Han would say, this is where the fun begins. The major events take place in Michael Stackpole’s novel X-Wing: Wedge’s Gamble, although parts are referred to in the following book X-Wing: The Krytos Trap (turns out “It’s a trap!” Isn’t just a saying for Bespin or Endor).

The New Republic gets things started by releasing 16 Black Sun criminals who were being held on Kessel and transporting them to Coruscant to distract the Imperials. Meanwhile, members of Rogue Squadron sneak onto Coruscant under various cover identities (Wedge Antilles and Pash Cracken as Imperial officers, Erisi Dlarit and Corran Horn as an Kuat noble and her attendant, other members of the squadron traveling with Mirax Terrik in the Pulsar Skate) and meet up with Rebel Intelligence contacts on planet (including Winter Retrac and Iella Wessiri). Their goal is to sabotage the planetary defenses long enough to enable a successful attack from the New Republic forces.

Their first sabotage attempt involves trying to insert sliced computer cores into all the major computers that control systems on Coruscant, to enable them to take control of the planet’s shields and bring them down when the New Republic forces arrive. While the initial part of the plan is successful, they are sold out to the Imperials by one of the Black Sun operatives on the team and have to go to plan B (and reveal Tycho Celchu, who was on-planet secretly to help with hideouts and espionage).

Their next attempt involves using a series of solar mirrors to cause a super storm — a huge electrical storm that disrupts power to the shields and enables Corran Horn to fly in and destroy the substation controlling the shields. That attempt is successful, and the New Republic attacks from the air and lands ground forces to take the planet. There are several tough battles on the ground, and General Han Solo sends in a special force led by Luke Skywalker to help take the Imperial Palace, where members of the Imperial High Command have barricaded themselves. The New Republic forces prevail, and the capital planet is now in the hands of the New Republic.

What’s next?

The liberation of Coruscant sets up several plots and themes that carry into other Legends materials, such as the Krytos virus that targets non-humans, Tycho Celchu being framed for murder, mistrust between humans and non-humans, Ysanne Isard as a major Imperial villain, and even the use of starfighter pilots in more of a spy or commando fashion rather than only in straight battles.

[neoswift]

i see this as an absolute win!

PAIRING. rich boy!jaemin x fem!oc

CATEGORY. filo mini smau, fluff, humor, crack, one-sided pining

WARNINGS. language

SYNOPSIS. rb!jaemin gets set up on a blind date by his father for an event and turns out, the girl is his crush’s neighbor and—wait, they actually live in the same condo complex? [or alternatively: jaemin and june's first interaction outside twitter.]

more rb!jaemin here!

NOTES. this became longer than i intended im sorry yall i just wanted to try something new with the narrations lmk if mas gusto nyo ba ganito or yung plain white na narrations lang HAHAHAHA may typo rin sa isang narrations ng panel 26 thats supposed to be "too convinced" my bad 🤟🏼🤟🏼

AY ALSO !! meet amby… will she be important? who knows chareng 🤭🤭🤭 as always sa college aus ko, theyre students sa nu... neo university HAHAHAHAHA jaemin1stwin tayo ngayon besties sana manalo ulit si rb!jm ☝🏼☝🏼 HAHAHAAHAHA

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