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#Elmo's so real

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some loyal pin sketches from a few weeks back

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Apropos of (almost) nothing: I'm the kind of pedant who dislikes calling tentacle porn "tentacle porn" not because I think it's aberrant but because, 98% of the time, what's being depicted are octoform arms or tendrils, not tentacles. Tentacles are defined by the clubbed ends, which are the only part that have suckers. If it's tapered and has suckers all the way down, it's an octoform arm; if it has no suckers at all, it's a tendril.

You're welcome.

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gotta love the mics

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nodding furiously at every second of this video

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fuck it here's part two of "Keira Knightley/Jack Davenport Pirates Commentary bits that live rent free in my head" feat. a lot of corset talk

(i also made a podcast about the making of this film please listen to it I promise it's good.)

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words cannot express how obsessed I am with the Keira Knightley/Jack Davenport audio commentary on the first Pirates of the Caribbean film

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Microsoft Word

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Star-crossed lovers Stargazing as lovers

(check all my The Loyal Pin edits)

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if you’re having a bad day, here’s a cute little marching band

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Have you finally come back to me? Yes. I’m not dreaming, am I? No, you are not dreaming.

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Right where you left me

Samanun Anantrakul stares at the simple glass of water in front of her. She texted Kirk hours ago that she arrived at the restaurant he picked out. The waitress checks up on Sam every five minutes and the young CEO just smiles apologetically, feeling guilty.

When Sam looks up a young woman stands in front of her, a glass of wine in one hand and a bottle in the other. “May I sit? You have been alone for quite a while.” Any other time Sam would say no but she could use the company. Plus, she would look less lonely. With a simple nod the woman sits down, motioning for Sam to pour herself a glass of wine. Sam trails her eyes over the young woman in front of her. She was definitely younger. Her brown eyes were warm and her smile made Sam feel a bit better.

“Thank you.” The young woman just smiles back, sipping her wine. “I don’t mean to pry but why are you alone?” Mon felt guilty asking but her curiosity got the best of her.

“My fiancée never showed up to celebrate with me.” Sam mumbles, feeling her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. She didn’t even want to think about Kirk now. She had such a wonderful day. Finally opening her own business and it was such a success and now the CEO just felt miserable and let down. She half expected it from her soon to be husband but she still had a glimmer of hope.

Mon hums “What are we celebrating then?” Sam smiles for the first time that evening, loving the way the younger woman seemed genuinely curious.

“I just opened my own business today.” The young woman smiles in wonder at Sam, raising her glass for a toast.

“Well, I will celebrate with you. Well done miss- “

“Samanun. My name is Sam. I mean you can call me whatever you want.” Mon smiles at the woman, loving the flustered look on the CEO’s face. “I am Kornkamon. But you can call me Mon. Tell me about your company miss Sam.”

Sam falls into an easy conversation with the younger girl, loving her company. “You know Sam, if I were your fiancée I would take you home after celebrating with you and make love to you all night long.” Mon mumbles licking her lips and the CEO chokes on a gulp of wine. Flustered at the absurd comment, Sam couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel. The gentle touch of a woman. The desire to actually be wanted.

“That is very inappropriate miss Mon.” Sam could feel herself blushing and Mon just stares at her, pouring her another glass of wine as she leans across the table. “I know. I don’t care. It is taking all of my restraint not to kiss you right now. You deserve better Sam.”

Sam straightens her suit jacket, sitting a bit more upright, the blush very evident on her cheeks, when her phone finally rings. Kirk’s name pops up and she rolls her eyes. Mon stares at her before clearing her throat. Standing up she glances at Sam one last time. She doesn’t answer the phone, instead she watches it ring.

“Good luck with everything Khun Sam.” With a kiss to Sam’s cheek, Mon leaves the restaurant. Sam touches her cheek, blushing profoundly. She felt a wave of emotions. Happy that she met Mon. Sad about not getting her number. Angry that she was in a relationship that she didn’t want.

The young woman’s words replayed in her mind over and over it is taking all of my restraint not to kiss you right now. Make love to you all night long. Sam felt dizzy with want.

Her phone rings again, snapping her out of her daze. Without looking who it is she answers with a snap. “What do you want?”

“Khun Sam, I know you are angry with me I promise I will make it up.” Kirk. Of course. She rolls her eyes in annoyance. She keeps quiet while he stumbles over his words. “I am sorry I got caught up with a meeting and miss Nita wanted to discuss work. I really am sorry Sam.”

She huffs, ending the call abruptly. Signalling the waitress to bring the bill, the girl stares at her confused. “Ma’am the bill has already been settled. The young woman with you paid everything.” Sam felt a flicker of hope.

“Is that all?” The waitress nods, confused. Sam falters. She wanted Mon’s number. Hell, she wanted Mon.

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Can you write the first time Anil took Pin for a ride? Literal ride as first time Anil driving with Pin in the passenger seat but wouldn't complain if it ends with another type of ride

Fun fact: Rearview mirrors only became standard equipment in the mid-to-late 1960s (at least in the US) and were optional before that! The more you know when you research getting minor details right.

I figured with the timeline of the show, the first time Anil gets to take Pin for a ride really would be driving her back home after saving her from Kuea and having fun time in the rain. In the car. In public. 😀

This didn't quite go as I initially envisioned it, but I still had fun. Thanks for the prompt, anon!

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Pin, the highs of her cheeks flushed as her fingers work at the rebuttoning of her blouse, murmurs just loud enough to be heard over the rain still splattering on the roof over them, "Can you even drive?"

"Of course," Anil responds, using the specially installed rearview mirror to check her headband; seemingly satisfied after running her hand over her hair one more time before pushing the mirror back into place, she rests her right hand on the steering wheel as she turns to Pin with a wide smile on her face, "I've been wanting to take you for a drive all this time."

Pausing, fingers brushing along her last button, Pin looks up. She smiles. "Really?"

"Yes!" Anil nods eagerly, eyes sparkling, "Brother taught me all there is to know."

"Is that so?" Reaching out to tuck Anil's hair behind her ear, Pin rests her hand onto her shoulder for a moment; she's unable to stop herself from stroking the bare skin of her upper arm as she moves away.

Watching the motion, Anil inhales, fingers tightening around the steering wheel before she forcibly relaxes them; still, her free hand flashes out, wrapping around Pin's.

Pin swallows as Anil's thumb rubs along the back of her hand. The simple touch evokes the echo of Anil between her legs. She can still feel how wet she still -

Anil lets her go as she turns the key in the ignition. Having been looking down at the process, she smiles as the engine turns over. "Well," she starts, both hands on the steering wheel as she turns to look slightly chagrinned at Pin, "Shall we go before the rain stops and people reappear?"

Pin blinks at her. Then looks from fogged window to fogged window. "Yes!"

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They take a longer route home instead of going straight there. Pin knows Kuea must surely have already reported back to her aunt, but part of her doesn't want to care. Wants to only stay there, with Anil, Pin having eventually slid over the long bench seat to wrap around her arm, head resting on her shoulder as she feels her navigate the road before them. The other part of her wants Anil to protest, to tell her to go back to her original seat, but Anil doesn't. Instead, Anil takes advantage of every stop sign to press kisses to the top of Pin's head, her arm even wrapping around her one car-less intersection to curve her palm under her chin to draw her into a needy, searching meeting of lips over and over again until Pin pulls back with an almost breathless inhale just in time to see another vehicle come up behind them.

Anil's laugh as her foot steps heavily on the pedal to shoot them forward through protesting pools of slowly evaporating rain on the roadway easily drowns out Pin's alarm, and despite how much her chastisement falls onto an ecstatic expression and deaf ears, Pin doesn't move away from her.

Eventually, they slow again, and Anil kisses Pin's forehead again.

Not wanting to see another stop sign, Pin closes her eyes.

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Something I made while dealing with my own stuff and hoping drawing this would pick me up somehow. Maybe it worked.

FT my cat. His name is Mischief

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Lady Pin as soon as she heard that she doesn't have to marry Kuea:

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