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silviakundera · 4 months

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silvia's drama watching queue for 2024: a somewhat random assortment of stuff that was rec'd and for some reason feels it might scratch an itch

in progress - started & I swear I'm gonna finish

* Empresses in the Palace - I'M DOING IT BABYYYYY. 9 episodes down. Yes, the emperor looks like your grandpa and so far has the personality of stale toast. But as long as I don't imagine him naked (no, grandpa, no! it's time for your nap!) then it has this vibe of those Masterpiece Theatre productions I watched as a preteen and I already am recognizing tons of famous tropes (some elements of Job of Imperial Concubine already 3x funnier). Also I appreciate a horror story with a high body count and we have 3 victims already 👌

* Derailment - Modern cdrama that I know is great. I'm 3 ep in, just gotta be in the right mood

* Legend of Fei - Wuxia; got distracted halfway through last year but love the 2 lead actors. Not their best work but still.

* Fireworks of my Heart - what if china did a modern Persuasion adaption but he's a fireman and she's a nurse, basically. kinda. idk man, it has those same vibes for me. I like both lead actors (yes I'm on the YY Can Act Sometimes, When He Feels Like It defense squad. fight me). I'm like 1/3 of the way thru, need to be in that melancholy romantic wallow mood. But mmm I do love second chance + pining.

* Secret Romantic Guesthouse - a wild kdrama appears! Historical drama about saving your inn from debtors by finding a missing royal & turning him over to be murdered. you know, just girlboss things. 💁 Some mystery, some romance. I like the FL. Not much slapstick humor or people screaming at each other so far, which will make me tap out. 4 episodes in and it's quite watchable. I'll probably finish.

not started

* The Left Ear because why not? teens being realistically messy 👌

* Go Ahead - so this may sound strange but I've been holding back on this one a long time, until my work hours were less insane & I can focus. Universally beloved, one of the top cdramas. I'll sink my teeth into this Modern in 2024.

* The Blessed Girl cause it sounds like my jam

* Fake It Till You Make It - modern romance that I've seen rave reviews for. Pretty confident I'll love it.

* Gone with the Rain cause dangermousie's posts seduced me. Costume drama.

* West out of Yeman/Parallel World - multi-verse modern with a lil sci fi? I love multiverse and time travel \o/

* Wonderland of Love - historical romance with generals and some court intrigue, a happy ending. On paper, my kind of stuff. But will I make it thru 40 ep depends on how much I vibe with the otp

Maybe

Choice Husband (12 eps romantic comedy, then turns into blood and manipulation? sounds intriguing)

Moonlight - modern workplace drama, editor/author. Reviews are mixed but I have affection for how cdrama scriptwriters will obsessively research a topic in the style of an AO3 fic writer. I expect to learn more than I ever wanted to know about the toils of being an editor.

Marry My Husband - I don't watch many kdramas but I turn up for tropey reborn every time. If they deliver on the promise of a ridiculous but entertaining romance revenge then I'm there.

#drama review #cdrama

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muutos · 2 days

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i haaaate queuing things bc everytime i say i'm gonna queue something i'm like: mmm but this is fire, i wanna drop it rn hjkl -- or i'm too excited about the thread i'm replying to. but just know theres 13 things in there rn. i'm not a failure, lol.

#𝐢. . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 › out of character ]#this is also a reminder that uuuuuuu i'm #still queuing some things !

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starryeyedadmirer · 1 year

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“Here, Evan. Eat this.” You try and coerce him, after watching him finish his fourth plate of the night. “I don’t want it anymore. I’m stuffed. Really shouldn’t have ordered desert… sorry.”

“N—No… I can’t.” He replies, choking down a burp. “I’ve had enough to eat tonight… I don’t need anything else. You’re the one who ordered it.”

“So? I don’t want it… and you know I don’t like to waste food. Please… eat it Evan… for me.” You shove the plate in his direction, only for him to block it with his hand.

“No. I’m serious. I feel like I’m gonna pop. Get a to-go box, and eat it at home.” As if on queue, his stomach grumbles and moans underneath his shirt — making its voice heard. “See? I’m just as stuffed as you are, if not more.”

“Fine. You’re right… I can eat it. I did order, and it is mine. But… if I do, you’re not getting any ass for a week.”

Evan shoots you an angry glare — unsure if you’re being serious — then drops his gaze down to the plate. “Are you kidding me?” He chuckles. “You’d really do that?”

“Yes… I would. Eat it, or no sex.”

His stomach on the verge of bursting, he yanks the dish away from you, and stabs his fork into the berry confection. “God, I hate you. I’ll eat it… but you have to take care of me tonight, alright. This isn’t gonna end well for either of us… just know that.” He brings the utensil up to his lips, and takes a bite of your desert, nearly vomiting when it hits his tongue.

“Okay. Whatever happens, it happens. I’ll take care you tonight, promise. I’ll do whatever you need me to. Thanks for finishing my meal off for me, Ev. Love you.”

“Mmm… yeah, whatever. You can’t keep doing this, every time we go out to eat.”

#starry eyes #quick write #evan peters #✨i’d love to watch him eat the whole thing✨#✨it turns me on so much to watch him eat✨#✨i’m definitely helping him stuff himself✨#✨i wanna stuff him full… until he’s all big and round✨#✨he probably looks so cute bloated✨#✨i bet he’s so full and bloated under that shirt✨#✨i just want to rub his belly while he farts his bloat away✨

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chocotonez · 2 years

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huening kai/gn!reader “goodnight”

a/n: writing this while waiting for my ow acc to merge TT, it’s being so weird with the queue order…Also!! If you’re an American student good luck w PSATs!! Remember to do your best and drink water :)

warnings/genre: fluff, domestic, and like one suggestive joke

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“Baaaabeeee!” Kai called, before practically crushing you by laying all his body weight on top of you. You let out a strangled groan, reaching over to plug in your phone.

“I take it you’re ready for bed then,” you commented, as he giggled and pressed a quick peck atop your head.

“Aaa, you’re so cute!”

“I didn’t do anything?” You commented quizzically, pulling him off of you. “Do you want this side of the bed or the wall?”

“The wall of course, it’s easier to hold you that way,” he squished your cheeks. He usually babies you, and you tended to reciprocate that behavior, however on a Friday night after an exhausting week you didn’t have the energy to coo and gush over him, at least not out loud. Kai didn’t mind however, considering himself lucky when you got all sleepy and cute! He thought you as so adorable in the moment, with glazed eyes and red cheeks from all his meddling.

“Are we gonna go to bed or are you just gonna keep touching me like this?” You chuckled, pulling the covers over the two of you before squirming out of his grasp to place your head on his chest. He almost instantly wrapped an arm around you, poking your nose and chuckling.

“Would you rather I touch you in a different way?” Heat rose to your cheeks as his quick response.

“Maybe tomorrow if you’re lucky.” It was his turn to blush, as you laughed and just poked his stomach. “Turn off the lights, let’s go to bed.” He lifted you up so you were on a more consistent level with each other, darkness falling over the two of you. One hand was over your waist, stroking your back soothingly, the other under the side of his head so he could admire your features more comfortably. You were tracing his bicep with one hand, the other laying limp after being crushed by him.

“Mmm, scoot over, you’re crushing the plushies,” he pushed you over to the edge of the bed, holding you even more tightly than before. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you laughed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Night, Kai.”

“G’night.” You closed your eyes once more, drifting off into slumber, but you didn’t miss the soft peck that landed on your forehead before you fell asleep.

#txt scenarios #txt x reader #txt reactions #txt headcanons #txt #hueningkai x reader #huening txt #speaking of goodnight I am actually about to psss out #tbh I barely proofread this so uhhh yay #it’s also kinda shitty but!! art is art babeeey #ily if you actually read my tags lolol

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justlookfrightened · 2 years

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Can I Ask You a Question?

Because I was thinking today about how questions that seem settled and hurts that seem healed sometimes come up again, even in loving healthy relationships.

“Hi, honey, I’m home,” Jack chirped as he pushed the front door open.

Sometimes he couldn’t believe this was his life: a berth on a team that welcomed him even after he blindsided them with his coming out last year, a condo that felt more like a home than ever since Bitty moved in permanently, Bitty making something that smelled delicious in the kitchen …

When he was 18, he never thought he’d be allowed to have this.

“In here,” Bitty responded unnecessarily.

Jack headed that way, pausing to drop a kiss on Bitty’s head where he was bent over his laptop on the counter. The laptop, the three saucepans on the stovetop, the mixing bowls stacked in the sink all added up to Bitty trying to perfect a recipe for the cookbook. There were probably three pies in the oven, each with minuscule adjustments in their ingredients. Good thing Marty had that barbecue tonight.

“I’m gonna go shower,” Jack said. “Maybe watch something in the den.”

“Mmm,” Bitty hummed, before he pressed a key and looked up. “I’m sorry. How was the workout?”

“Good,” Jack said. “Back to skating next week.”

“That’s great, sweet pea,” Bitty said, eyes already shifting towards his notes.

“I’ll let you get back to it,” Jack said, hefting his bag on his shoulder.

Once he was clean and comfortable in sweats and a threadbare Samwell T-shirt, he flopped on the couch and started flipping through his streaming queues. It still felt weird to sit and do nothing in the middle of the day, but everyone — the athletic trainers, his personal trainer for the summer, even his therapist — agreed that rest was important.

His stomach rumbled and he remembered food was important, too, but he didn’t want to get in Bitty’s way. Maybe he should get a mini-fridge for the den? That way he could keep some protein shakes in here.

Before he could make up his mind to go look for food, Bitty was coming in with a plate piled with chicken tenders and corn and tomatoes salad.

“I did them up in the air fryer,” Bitty said. “I know you’re hungry after training.”

“Thanks, Bits,” Jack said, accepting the plate and taking a bite out of the top tender. It wasn’t quite the same as a real fried chicken tender, but Bitty used some spice blend that added a little flavor, and they were healthy enough to eat a couple of times a week.

Jack was profoundly grateful that Bitty and Nate had come to an understanding this year.

“Uh, Jack? Can I ask you something?”

Jack set the plate on the coffee table and looked at Bitty, standing near the door, hands twisting in a dish towel. This might be more than wanting him to decide whether the apple pie was better with a half teaspoon or a full teaspoon of nutmeg.

“Sure, bud. What’s up?”

“Promise you won’t be mad?”

Jack took a breath. The first time Bitty was afraid to say something after he moved in was when he took Jack’s car to the market and came out to find a scratch on the door. Jack had been confused; it wasn’t even Bitty’s fault, but even if it had been, it was simple to fix. It had made Jack angry a little — at Bitty’s parents, because he had to learn that fear somewhere, right?

“Of course not,” Jack said. “Whatever it is, we can figure it out.”

“And you won’t laugh?”

“I don’t think so,” Jack said. “Unless you’re going to tell me a joke?”

That weak attempt at humor fell flat, as Bitty’s gaze fell to the towel in his hands.

“It’ll be fine,” Jack said. “But you have to tell me what it is.”

“That’s what Lindsey said too,” Bitty said.

“Lindsey?” Jack repeated. “Is this something you talked about in therapy?”

“Sort of,” Bitty said. “Yes. I made a joke, then she asked what I meant and … yes, we talked about it.”

“Okay,” Jack said. It didn’t sound too serious if Bitty had joked about it, but Bitty did use jokes as deflection. “Why don’t you tell me what you said?”

“She asked what I was doing this weekend, and I said I was going to hit the gym,” Bitty said.

Jack nodded, because he and Bitty had spent time working out together almost every weekend since Bitty moved in. Jack always felt calmer in his skin after physical effort, and Bitty seemed to as well. And, well, they both seemed to like the way the other looked when they were sweaty and flushed. Post-workout sex would have gone a long way towards making the effort worth it even if Jack hadn’t enjoyed the exercise.

“Okay,” Jack said. “What was the joke?”

“I said I had to make sure to keep my athletic physique so you would still like me,” Bitty said, now looking at the sofa cushion to the left of Jack’s thigh.

Jack took another breath in, then settled himself back against the sofa, consciously letting his arms fall open at his sides. He’d promised not to be angry, and he didn’t want Bitty to think he was.

“Do you really think that?” Jack said. “Do you think I would lose interest — that I only love you — because of your body?”

“No, of course not!” Bitty said, stepping more fully into the room. “Don’t be silly. It’s not like my body could ever even compare to yours!”

“That’s not the point,” Jack said. “I love you, and I love your body, and, yeah, I think you’re hot. But that’s because you’re you. I thought you liked working out together.”

“I do, really,” Bitty said. “I just should have said that to Lindsey. It was just a joke.”

“It’s never ‘just a joke,’ Bits.” Jack leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “There’s always something behind it.”

“I know that’s what Shitty says,” Bitty said.

“But it’s true,” Jack said. “Do you really think I only love you for your body?”

“When you put it like that, no,” Bitty snorted and finally sat down.

“You do have a beautiful body,” Jack said.

“Not like yours,” Bitty said.

“I need to be strong for my career,” Jack said. “It’s not vanity. And you and I both know chances are my body will be damaged in some way by the time I’m retired. Will you love me less?”

“Of course not.” Bitty sniffed. “You’re gorgeous, you know that, but that’s not why I want you. And I know it’s your job. Until a few months ago, it was kind of my job too, if I wanted to keep my scholarship. But I don’t know how long I can keep it up, not with the job and the book and my YouTube channel.”

“I never said you had to.”

“No, not in so many words,” Bitty said. “But look at you. Look at your family. Your mom is an icon, your dad looks like he could still play. … You don’t want someone who looks like the ugly duckling.”

It was Jack’s turn to stand up.

“First, you could never be an ugly duckling,” he said. “No, first, my dad could not still play. His knees are shot. But even if he could, you wouldn’t be the ugly duckling, and I’d never make you feel that way. Neither would my parents. I don’t care if you lose all your muscle or gain 50 kilos or whatever. I was the ugly duckling — that’s what gossip magazines called me when I was a kid, and my parents always loved me because I was me. I love you because you’re you. And I’m not angry, but I guess I am a little hurt that you think I wouldn’t love you as much because you don’t have an NCAA athlete’s conditioning schedule anymore.”

“So you’re saying you’d never body-shame anyone?” Bitty asked.

“I’d hope not,” Jack said. “People come in all shapes and sizes.”

That’s what maman had told him when the other kids teased him about his weight.

“You sure about that, Mr. Eat More Protein?”

“What?” Jack sat heavily on the sofa again. “That wasn’t about you … about your body. That was about hockey.”

“About my body … me … playing hockey.”

Shit. Jack knew he’d been an asshole to Bitty when Bitty was a freshman. If he’d had any doubts, Shitty had been pretty clear on more than one occasion. But whenever he apologized, Bitty always waved it off, said it wasn’t necessary.

“Are we doing this now?” Jack asked, when he found his voice.

“What do you mean?” Bitty said.

“I mean, will you finally let me apologize for the way I acted at first?” Jack said. “It wasn’t about you —”

“You said, it was about hockey.”

“And me, and my anxiety about whether I’d ever make it.”

“And now that you have it’s all fine?”

Well, no, Jack knew his anxiety would never really be fine. But before he could say that, Bitty continued.

“I know that in your mind, it was about the team, and about you,” he said. “But what you said was about me, when I was new on the team, the smallest guy there, with Ransom and Holster calling me a fainting goat and saying they should make a play of it. But at least they acted like they liked me off the ice.”

“Do … do you think I don’t like you?” Jack asked, because this was a rabbit hole he has not expected to fall down today.

“No, of course not,” Bitty said. “I know you love me.”

Jack breathed a sigh of relief.

“But I know you didn’t like me at the beginning,” Bitty went on. “You didn’t like me until I became an asset to the team.”

“No,” Jack said. “I mean yes, you did become an asset to the team. But that’s not when I started to like you.”

“No?”

“No. It was checking practice,” Jack said. “You hated it. You’d nearly faint if I pushed you, even when you were in full pads and I didn’t even have a helmet on. But you kept getting up, you kept showing up. You were so determined, even though it was clear that you probably should have been in therapy then. You were — you are — so strong. And then when you voted for me for captain, even after your concussion — that was so generous.”

“As if anyone else could be captain,” Bitty sniffed.

“You did pretty well,” Jack said.

“Hush, you.”

“No,” Jack said. “You need to know what an incredible person you are. I’ve told you before, I am sorry for the way I treated you. It was wrong. And I’m sorry I never realized that it might make you feel insecure about your body.”

“C’mon, Jack, we both know I don’t have the usual body type for a hockey player,” Bitty said. “Just like I wasn’t much of a football player.

“No excuses, Bits,” Jack said. “It’s good you’re getting therapy. I know I’d be in a lot worse shape without it. But please know I love you. I love your body because it’s part of you. I’ll always love your body no matter what, because it will always be part of you.”

“And I’ll love you when I have to help you off the couch, old man,” Bitty said. “Sorry for — ” he waved his hands — “all this.”

“No, I’m glad you told me,” Jack said. “You still want to go to the gym tomorrow? You don’t have too.”

“Are you crazy?” Bitty said. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

Or read on AO3

#zimbits #omgcheckplease #omg check please #my fic

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mbrainspaz · 8 months

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Was supposed to have a doctor appointment downtown at a place I was referred to by my primary care doctor (who I'm about done with) but when I arrived they said 'oops we're actually not in network but you can pay us $200 if you still wanna have your appointment'

so I walked out and went to find a beer instead.

Only bright side is I refused to make another login on their stupid app so I didn't have to spend the last week getting spammed with all their 'appointment updates' and 'early sign in' prompts. Healthcare providers have lost their damn minds if they think I'm putting up with more of that. They called me yesterday to complain that I hadn't logged in to their 'patient portal' yet and I just said, 'mmm, but what if I didn't?' They were like, 'uh... um... okay just arrive 30 minutes early.' 'See, I can do that.'

Not that it did me any good. I gave them my insurance info on the phone when I booked the appointment 2 weeks ago and what was the point of even doing that if they were just gonna decide not to tell me I'm 'out of network'? Or is it that they're 'out of network'? Hell if I know.

Finished my beer, went home, and logged on to the stupid insurance site to find a stupid provider that IS 'in network.' Turns out there's only one without a slew of negative reviews. I called their number, got a robot maze, picked a dead end option, it hung up on me. Called again, tried a different path, got a person, she said she was the wrong person, gave me a number for the right people but said they were in a meeting. It was 4pm so I asked when they closed. 5pm. Waited 30 minutes, called the number, "number cannot be completed as dialed," hung up. Went back through the call robot, got their voicemail, voicemail explained that they won't return calls after 4pm. Left one anyway.

Also tried to find a psychologist since I was already suffering anyway and discovered there's only one who's 'in-network' who might be able to help me. Got rerouted to their website, very corporate (hate it), it funneled me into a virtual appointment queue and demanded my credit card info. Tried calling instead, lady on the phone says yeah no a virtual appointment won't work for diagnostic assessment so I have to go in person. Oh, and the location on my insurance site is wrong, it's actually 2 hours away. I say 'thanks I'll keep looking' and hang up.

I'll die, thanks!

#us healthcare is a joke #personal problems #defeated #why do I even try #I hope a horse kicks me in the head so I never have to talk to a phone robot again

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