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She’s like Sonic

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Do you have any Ryoga/Ukyo fanfics you would recommend?

Sorry for the late response!

I've read a handful of really good Ukyo/Ryoga fanfics but very little of them are actually finished, which blows.

My personal favorite is called The Exit, here's a link: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/3035359/1/The-Exit

If I ever come across more I'll be happy to share them.

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Ranma 1/2 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hibiki Ryouga/Kuonji Ukyou Characters: Hibiki Ryouga, Kuonji Ukyou, Saotome Ranma, Tendou Akane Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), 10 years in the future, Confessions, Angst, light comedy (because tbh I struggle to write comedy), Smut Summary:

Settled in for the night with his beloved wife Ukyo, Ryoga accidentally reveals a secret, with consequences he's been avoiding for far too long...

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infuriating to find out your karate rival is a really good kisser

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Bothersome beast, comforting friend

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SELKIE Butterfly Collection 2024 if you want to support this blog consider donating to: ko-fi.com/fashionrunways

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Daily fucking reminder that Luigi Mangione is innocent, completely and fully. He has been convicted of no crime. He has had no fair trial. He is a SUSPECT. Luigi Mangione is entirely innocent and everyone needs to stop parroting this insidious propaganda that he “committed” the crime he is only SUSPECTED of. He is not a murderer. He is not a criminal. He is an innocent man.

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I finally watched season 5 of the Handmaid's Tale and it was surprisingly good! Better quality than prior season imo.

I had a crazy idea for a fanfic because of the power imbalance between Serena and Ryan Wheeler, when she was staying in their home. Did anyone else see it?! I immediately looked for fanfics and found zero. I get it, Serena is unlikable, and this season was the first one to make her kind of sympathetic.

I started writing a Serena/Ryan Wheeler fic with power imbalance...should I continue?

The way his gaze skirted over her frame whenever they were alone together caused Serena to tense up in his presence; she wondered what he wanted, what he might expect. Mr. Wheeler was younger than her, with boyish features that made him seem even more so, but he still held more power. Significantly more, she admitted to herself, with an anxiety that rotted away at her core the more time she spent in the presence of the Wheelers. 

The more it became obvious she was nothing more than a handmaid to them.

But nothing was out in the open yet; they hadn’t locked her away or discussed her fertility or renamed her, ‘ofRyan.’ Still. She felt like she was walking a fine line between a facade of cordiality and some bigger plan they had yet to unveil. 

Perhaps she could use his attraction to her to her advantage, to get <i>some</i> say, <i>some</i> leverage.

Serena felt like she was wasting away within the walls of the Wheeler’s home, with nothing to do, no one to talk to. 

So she confronted him alone, when Mrs. Wheeler was likely upstairs, asleep. Slipped through the door at his surprised nod, swallowing down her trepidation. She hoped the low lighting would hide her nerves from him.

“I’m so sorry to disturb you.”

“Is there a problem?” He raised a brow, studying her curiously.

“No! No, not at all. I was just hoping for a moment with you.”

“You gonna shoot me?”

Her stomach dropped, and toenails curled into her shoes, but he shrugged it off, as if they were both in on the joke. 

“What can I do for you?”

She tried to control her breathing, nerves frying her insides, and took a step forward. Explained how the concept of turning the building into a fertility center was her idea. How she wanted to be there, as a symbol and proof of a successful pregnancy.

He pursed his lips. “I’ll consider it.”

Serena waited, hoping for more, another cue to indicate what decision he was leaning toward. When it was met with a stoic expression and silence she just said, “okay,” and turned to leave.

As soon as she put her hand on the door, his voice sliced through the quiet room. “Although, I could be convinced.”

Her breath caught; she was anticipating and dreading this moment equally, and turned. “How so?”

He bit his lip, his gaze more brazenly tracing her form, smirking a little. “We’ve been quite generous, letting you stay here. Free food, free shelter, free medical support.” She flinched, remembering the gynecologist who hit on her, but smoothed her features. “So you tell me. What do you think is fair?”

Her body froze up, and she swayed a little, uncertain of what to do and afraid to make the wrong choice. After an uncomfortably long moment, she said, “I…well. What would it take to convince you?”

His smirk grew, and he widened his legs. “Come here.”

Her throat knotted up, but she came, stopping in front of him.

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I have a confession! I haven't watched the last part of Cobra Kai yet. I'm kind of scared to. I was disappointed overall with season 6 so I my expectations are pretty low. I need to finish it though!

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An ancient Roman soothsayer would be frothing at the mouth at this.

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Beatlejuice fic I didn't finish

I started writing this and regret that I didn't finish it!

The prompt was about Lydia caving in and marrying Beetlejuice in the second movie:

“Tell ya what,” he said, taking a couple of steps forward, casually waving his hands as if he were feeling magnanimous. “We do things on your terms.”

Lydia narrowed her eyes. “What does that mean?”

“Means you get to drive. Start to finish. I won’t touch you unless you ask. You get to do whatever you want to me.”

“Oh.” She paused. Her anxiety fizzled down. It was still there, just settled to a low burn, like a campfire about to go out. “I…okay.”

If anything, he perked up. “Okay.”

He snapped his fingers, and he was stretched out on the bed, with Lydia hovering over him. 

Her stomach turned. “You can start by not doing that anymore.”

He paused, and she was thankful when he acquiesced easily. “Sure thing.”

“Good.”

“Do you want me in handcuffs, too?” He winked.

“Of course not!” Although the image of that tickled her brain, of someone as chaotic and powerful as Beetlejuice willingly under her thumb, but still… “You’d have to use your powers again, and I told you not to.”

“Whatever you say, babes.” He put his arms behind his head, propping it up, gaze lingering over her form salaciously. 

“Um…good.” Her hands clenched, until she realized what she was doing and forced them to open. “Just…stay there.”

She considered just walking out of the room right then, to hell with worrying about where she was, and what she was going to do. Lydia hated that she was dependent on him, and needed him to even leave this weird dimension they were in. 

But it wouldn’t be right. Beetlejuice held up his end of the deal, Astrid was safe. She had to do the right thing, and hold true to her word.

Still…

“I’m not removing my clothes.” She cleared her throat. “Well, I’m not removing most of it.”

Weirdly enough, he smirked. “Ts’fine. Whatever you want.”

She let out a breath of air, skin beginning to tingle with nervous anticipation. She approached the bed slowly, and he didn’t move, still splayed out in the middle with a smug expression.

Climbing onto the bed with her wedding dress was challenging. There were ruffles everywhere, and she almost fell off. She managed to tug the hem over her knees and scoot to the middle.

They stared at each other. Beetlejuice raised an eyebrow, a challenge.

She cleared her throat. “So. Does everything…work?” She looked down, pointedly.

“All there, babes.”

Curiosity got the better of her. What exactly did dead men have down there? She reached out and there was no zipper, only buttons. She undid each one, and could feel the hardness underneath.

A pale cock sprung free, proud and large. 

“How did…” She was going to ask how he was able to get a hardon when he didn’t have a beating heart or blood flow, then decided she didn’t want to know. “Nevermind.”

“I’m the ghost with the most, babes,” he told her anyway, answering her unspoken question, and she cringed. 

Well, maybe it was true. He was bigger than both Rory and her ex, which threw her into a state of confusion.

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Star Trek: Deep Space Nine "Past Tense, Pt. 1"

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Thousands of premature infants were saved from certain death by being part of a Coney Island entertainment sideshow.

At the time premature babies were considered genetically inferior, and were simply left to fend for themselves and ultimately die.

Dr Martin Couney offered desperate parents a pioneering solution that was as expensive as it was experimental - and came up with a very unusual way of covering the costs.

It was Coney Island in the early 1900’s. Beyond the Four-Legged Woman, the sword swallowers, and “Lionel the Lion-Faced Man,” was an entirely different exhibit: rows of tiny, premature human babies living in glass incubators.

The brainchild of this exhibit was Dr. Martin Couney, an enigmatic figure in the history of medicine. Couney created and ran incubator-baby exhibits on the island from 1903 to the early 1940s.

Behind the gaudy facade, premature babies were fighting for their lives, attended by a team of medical professionals.To see them, punters paid 25 cents.The public funding paid for the expensive care, which cost about $15 a day in 1903 (the equivalent of $405 today) per incubator.

Couney was in the lifesaving business, and he took it seriously. The exhibit was immaculate. When new children arrived, dropped off by panicked parents who knew Couney could help them where hospitals could not, they were immediately bathed, rubbed with alcohol and swaddled tight, then “placed in an incubator kept at 96 or so degrees, depending on the patient. Every two hours, those who could suckle were carried upstairs on a tiny elevator and fed by breast by wet nurses who lived in the building. The rest [were fed by] a funneled spoon. The smallest baby Couney handled is reported to have weighed a pound and a half.

His nurses all wore starched white uniforms and the facility was always spotlessly clean.

An early advocate of breast feeding, if he caught his wet nurses smoking or drinking they were sacked on the spot. He even employed a cook to make healthy meals for them.

The incubators themselves were a medical miracle, 40 years ahead of what was being developed in America at that time.

Each incubator was made of steel and glass and stood on legs, about 5ft tall. A water boiler on the outside supplied hot water to a pipe running underneath a bed of mesh, upon which the baby slept.

Race, economic class, and social status were never factors in his decision to treat and Couney never charged the parents for the babies care.The names were always kept anonymous, and in later years the doctor would stage reunions of his “graduates.

According to historian Jeffrey Baker, Couney’s exhibits “offered a standard of technological care not matched in any hospital of the time.”

Throughout his decades of saving babies, Couney understood there were better options. He tried to sell, or even donate, his incubators to hospitals, but they didn’t want them. He even offered all his incubators to the city of New York in 1940, but was turned down.

In a career spanning nearly half a century he claimed to have saved nearly 6,500 babies with a success rate of 85 per cent, according to the Coney Island History

In 1943, Cornell New York Hospital opened the city’s first dedicated premature infant station. As more hospitals began to adopt incubators and his techniques, Couney closed the show at Coney Island. He said his work was done.

Today, one in 10 babies born in the United States is premature, but their chance of survival is vastly improved—thanks to Couney and the carnival babies.

https://nypost.com/2018/07/23/how-fake-docs-carnival-sideshow-brought-baby-incubators-to-main-stage/

Book: The strange case of Dr. Couney

New York Post Photograph: Beth Allen

Original FB post by Liz Watkins Barton

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Do you like any non problematic ships???

no? why would I??

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I still can't believe that CK writers decided that Terry and his BDSM plans would get cockblocked by god. I suppose Daniel is too cute and angelic and must be protected at all costs from wicked men!!!

There is a LOT going on in that first sentence, huh? And it's all official CK text! There are some Silverusso truthers in that room. You know apart from Thomas that is.