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MJ; late 30s; March baby; Aries; bi; tattooed Jew. Yankee in a southern town. Married; stepmom; adoptee; obsessed with older men with grey hair and women who could choke me. I like stuff to come back to and read/reblog later. Especially if I’m on tumblr at work. The Pitt and pro wrestling are current hyper fixations of mine. I’ve been in fandom since the days of message boards, dial up, and MySpace. I queue a lot of posts. Asks are always open; fandom grandma so happy to give advice.
Enabler to @shakedownstreet73 and @commander-writergirl for all their WIPs
Tags I use, who I write for, and what I won't write all under the cut! Shen icon by the amazing @punkgeekcryptid
@thedamnqueenofhellreads for my fic recs!
News for S3 of The Pitt will be tagged "The Pitt Season 3" for those of you who want to avoid spoilers or anything like that.
Requests: closed as I start my EdD
Masterlist
Tags I use:
About MJ — things that I relate to and personal shit
MJ Writes — my fics and posts about them
MJ answers — all the asks I answer
Fic Recs — fanfics from all the talented writers here that I enjoyed!
Inspiration — women who inspire me
Stop it — people I find attractive
Squee — cute animals
Him - for posts that remind me of my hubby
Who I write for/will be willing to write for:
From The Pitt: Robby, Jack, Rabbot, Parker Ellis, Brendon Park, Crus Henderson, Baran Al-Hashimi, Jesse Van Horn, John Shen, Samira, Emery, & Trinity.
Others: Chibs Telford (SoA), Happy Lowman (SoA), Pope Cody (Animal Kingdom), Harry Wilson (Leverage: Redemption), Titus Danforth (Ready or Not 2), and Flynn Carsen (The Librarians).
What I don’t write: hurt with no comfort, breeding/pregnancy kink, rape/SA on screen (I’m fine referring to it and will always have content warnings), Robby explicitly celebrating Christmas by himself (him and Jack sharing each other’s holidays I’m good with), Robby (or any other Jewish character) converting. Dennis with either Robby or Abbot (won’t yuck anyone’s yum but just not my thing). RPF (once again, just not my thing but you do you).
oh my goodness, one of dian fossey’s first close up observations with gorillas happened when she was trying to climb a tree to see them better, but so badly that by the time she’d gotten up the entire group had come out of hiding to look at her: “Nearly all members of the group had totally exposed themselves, forgetting about hiding coyly behind foliage screens because it was obvious to them that the observer had been distracted by tree-climbing problems, an activity they could understand.”
[Image transcript: porch. The group had been day-nesting and sunbathing when I contacted them, but upon my approach they nervously retreated to obscure themselves behind thick foliage. Frustrated but determined to see them better, I decided to climb a tree, not one of my better talents. The tree was particularly slithery and, try as I might, no amount of puffing, pulling, gripping, or clawing succeeded in getting me more than a few feet aboveground. Disgustedly, I was about to give up when Sanwekwe came to my aid by giving one mighty boost to my protruding rump; tears were running from his eyes as he was convulsed in silent laughter. I felt as inept as a baby taking its first step. Finally able to grab on to a conveniently placed branch, I hauled myself up into a respectful semislouch position in the tree about twenty feet from the ground. By this time I naturally assumed that the combined noises of panting, cursing, and branch-breaking made during the initial climbing attempts must have frightened the group on to the next mountain. I was amazed to look around and find that the entire group had returned and were sitting like front row spectators at a sideshow. All that was needed to make the image complete were a few gorilla-sized bags of popcorn and some cotton candy! This was the first live audience I had ever had in my life and certainly the least expected.]
imagine some freakish not-a-human alien THING has shown up out of nowhere and is trying to get into your office building to study you. but it has no idea how to get past a revolving door. it tries for three hours. by the time it finally understands the concept of a revolving door and squeeze into the building everyone in the office is crowded into the lobby to watch and call helpful suggestions. it’s conclusively determined that the alien is definitely not a threat, except maybe to itself.
I honestly think Gen-Z and younger simply does not understand how recent widespread smartphone adoption is.
I am not that old, and I didn't have a smartphone until probably late high school. For most of my life, many if not most people were not walking around with a magic internet machine in their pocket that they pulled out and used constantly for everything.
today I learned that in 2008, the city council of florence overturned dante’s sentence of execution if he returned from exile. yes, dante’s inferno dante, who died in 1321.
but the funniest part of this is not that they were debating the exile of a man who has been dead for over 500 years.
the funniest part is that the vote was 19-5. five people voted to uphold dante’s exile.
The objectively funniest part of this is actually that the city that holds his remains, Ravenna, refused to give his remains back. This was a ploy from florence to have his remains moved back for the tourist money and its been ongoing for a long time. Florence had a fake tomb built in the city to trick people into visiting, and have tried to force the return of the remains.
His actual caretakers have been very steadfast in keeping them hidden, moved, or generally out of reach to respect his choice in life to never, ever, ever return to florence, even when he was first offered the chance to return. This is at this point an almost millenium long feud that florence is really, really mad about losing
prompt: [26.] lifting them onto the countertop while making out.
thank you for the request, bestie! | cw: making out, the beginnings of smut. 0.6k words
writing small drabbles to get some writing inspirations
the last thing you expected to happen when you moved to pittsburgh was bump into brendon park in a whole foods parking lot.
it wasn’t exactly a bump. it was more of a both of you were backing up your cars and didn’t see the other kind of thing, resulting in a nasty indent on your back door and a shattered rear windshield for brendon.
both of you left your vehicles screaming bloody murder and cursing the other’s next generation, only to stop the moment you realised who you had backed into. the altercation instantly turned into hugs, shared laughs and a friendly conversation, with a promise from brendon to pay for your brand new ford bronco repair and an invite from you to dinner at yours.
night passed by like a blur, with brendon telling you he moved to the city around ten years ago for his ortho residency and never left. you, on the other hand, had just moved in after a promotion to head designer on the architectural firm you worked for back in NYC, who had just opened a brand new leg in pittsburgh and wanted you to be in charge of it.
brendon and you reminisced on college stories of drunk night outs and skinny dipping in the dark.
“you know, fucked up car aside, i really liked bumping into you, bren.” you teased as you dried the plate brendon insisted on washing, even after you told him, countless times, that you had a dishwasher. warmth spread over you with the bright smile brendon offered.
“me too, ace.” park confessed back, with a look of adoration in his eyes that you didn’t even notice he had said the stupid nickname you hated, the same one he used to call you a nerd during college.
the air around you was charged. the same tension – one so thick you would have to carve your way out with a knife – you felt during your party days, where your friends would ditch your companies to make out, and the two of you were too chicken shit to act on your feelings.
but your college days were long gone, you and brendon had matured enough to know that life was too short to waste the opportunities given by her, and next thing you knew, brendon’s cold and wet fingers squeezed your waist, eliciting a shrill from you that quickly turned into a soft moan when his lips met yours.
brendon was as desperate as you were as he hungrily kissed you, not letting you go once, not even when he circled his arms around your thighs and lifted you with practiced ease, sitting you on your countertop.
he trailed his lips to your chin and down your neck, peppering kisses until he found the sweet spot that made you melt.
“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do this.” brendon panted.
“probably for as long as i did– fuck!” you whined when he bit on the junction of your neck and shoulder, hips bucking against his.
his wet tongue felt like a refreshing droplet of water that insisted on escaping your lips on a hot summer day against your scorching skin, soothing its way on the path he trailed across your chest. brendon slow unbuttoning of your blouse made you antsy, “god, just yank it off.” you tried to command, but your voice was so mellow that brendon only held the wrist that tried to touch the bottom of your blouse.
“no, hold it. i want to savour this.”
domesticblisss 2026. dividers by saradika-graphics and dollywons
🚨 alright, guys. as i’ve complained here before, i’ve been on a writing funk for a while so i decided to open my requests for small prompt based drabbles, to get the creative juices flowing.
how this is going to work: send me a prompt from this list + a character of your choosing for a up to 500 words drabble. feel free to mix prompts, sending up to two of them. you can also ask me to expand any of the universes i've written so far, check my masterlist!
the characters i will be writing for are:
🪩 jack abbot
🪩 michael robinavitch
🪩 rabbot
🪩 parker ellis
🪩 john shen
🪩 emery walsh
🪩 brendon park
🪩 cassie mckay (cassie slots are filled!)
🪩 baran al hashimi
🪩 jesse van horn
the drabbles will be posted as soon as i finish writing i see the signs (hopefully, next week)
When you go to the doctor's office, if you're a woman, they should give you a gun to use on the doctor if they dismiss your problem. Same if you're fat. Fat women get two guns in case the doctor really deserves it
