#( c; lale )

[jackson-darby]

text 📲 jackson & lale.

Jackson: this is fuckin me up Jackson: why is a pizza box square but a pizza is a circle and a slice is a triangle?

[bennettjrbrody]

who: closed | @lalekaplanbrody, @evangelinemorris where: the Kaplan-Brody home in Ocean Colony when: Thursday morningish

They had a lot of plans, but no plans.

There was the garden they'd talked about bringing to life, and he'd made a few furtive movements toward clearing out. The exterior needed a good power wash at the very least. Oddly, Berkan was very invested in repainting the front door. Ben still didn't know why. They'd done a little painting on the walls they knew they were going to keep, but they wanted to tear some down.

They needed more furniture. A better space fit for a teenager. He was sure Lale had plans for their primary suite. If their previous baby-making luck held, and they'd been doing everything they could every chance they got to ensure it would, they would need to outfit one of the bedrooms as a nursery soon.

For all he knew how to manage, he needed some help with the more structural concerns. There were a few spots in the foundation that needed repair. Walls that needed to come down. Walls they wanted to come down. The kind of plans and permits that would be required weren't something he knew about. Not like Evie knew.

So even though the thought of Lale and Evie being in the same room unsettled him a little, in spite of the fact they'd been friends even without him being a factor, he asked the girl he might've been partway in love with to come take a look at the house he was remodeling with his wife.

Compensation was difficult at best. He tugged on the fabric Lale wore, a gentle pull of her to him even as he stepped forward so he could lay a kiss on the side of her head, the same spot he'd turned his face into her hair when daylight was too much to contemplate as he moved above her before they got out of bed this morning.

"No more coffee for me," he opined. "And if she doesn't get here sometime soon, I'm gonna have to come up with a way to burn through some energy. Any suggestions?"

[lottieramirez]

who: @lcvesupreme

where: tin roof

"Hey, Lale," she greeted the familiar face when she rounded the corner from the back of the house. She had to make sure the cooks had everything they needed and brought up some ice for the front of the house while she was at it. Lottie was trying not to work so much so she promised she'd go sit down soon, she just hadn't quite done it yet. "What are you having? I'll make you my last order of the night." With it said out loud it had to be true, right? "I've been meaning to pick your brain about that glass blowing stuff you mentioned, maybe hire you to make something for the place." The Tin Roof could always use another decoration, get rid of something old for something new.

[bennettjrbrody]

For as certainly as he held her, as solidly as he could feel her leaning against him, this all still felt precarious and fleeting, precious enough he could crush it if he held on too tight. Her tears, her thin voice, raked through him with sharp fingers. "Forgiving and forgetting aren't exactly the same," he mused. He directed his gaze back down to her face as he sighed. "Muscle memory says you can't reach for me." It was more of a guess than a statement, but he didn't ask. He wasn't sure he wanted an answer. He did want her to feel heard, to feel safe reaching for him, but he couldn't exactly blame her if she didn't. He shrugged. "But I'm here." He hesitated for a moment, his next words stuck in his throat even as every feeling buried inside of him pushed against the bottom, willing them out and forward, into the tiny and fragile ether between them. "I'm here and I love you. You can reach for me now. I'm not gonna break."

Ben frowned, eyes still watching her, heart still breaking a little, maybe slightly at odds with what he just said. But even if he broke, he wouldn't implode—not like he used to. "What you want to do with the reminder is up to you," he said. "Because for me.... that wasn't ever what I doubted. I don't doubt him. I don't doubt you." He shrugged. "But she's a reminder I doubt myself. And ten years ago, I didn't know how to cope with anything. I would like to think I've grown out of that, at least a little. Maybe instead she could be the reminder of how far we've come? If you want?" He placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. "Take tonight to think about it. If you want me to keep holding you, I will. If you need to cry, you can. I'm here."

Lale never believed in such uncertainties as fate, the idea that what was had always been meant to be, every horrendous and wonderful thing all in one neat box, pre-determined before she could decide. It was too cruel to think of it that way that there was no choice in the matter of life. Lale firmly pushed back against that notion. There was no fate, only choice. Each choice led to a different outcome, but there would always be an outcome that was guaranteed. Her parents made the choice to marry. A choice her mother should not have made and, years later, one that she chooses to undo. A choice that left their family in ribbons and propelled her father into a grave. It was not fate that picked his death or controlled the callousness of her mother any more than it was fate that gave her Berkan and had her in love with Ben. It was a choice. She chose to be with Ben when she was young, wildly in love and full of promise. She choose to keep their baby, choose to marry him, and every single day since then, she had been making the choice to be with Ben. Most days, the choice was effortless, as natural to her as breathing. Others required concentrated effort as she questioned the loyalty that tied her to a man who had pushed her limit of trust and healing.

Sometimes she had no words or reasons for the choices she made, for the secrets she kept and the parts of her she tucked away out of view. But they were hers, and when Lale felt like she had nothing left in this world, she had that. She had her choice. That meant more to her than fate ever could or would. In all her dug-up remembrance of his affair, Lale still found comfort with her head against his chest. It had been so long since she'd actively thought of Devon. She was tucked away in a dusty part of the closet she didn't explore until confronted with it- she wondered with cruel curiosity how Ben's reunion with the woman went. Did they smile and laugh, or did it turn over something ugly and bitter inside of him as it had her? Was she alone with the torment of what had happened all those years ago?

Lale wasn't sure she'd ask even if she could find her voice. Content in the moment to just feel the rise and fall of Ben's chest and the rumble of his voice as he spoke. There that sentiment of choice was, and Lale nodded against his chest. "I hate feeling this way." She whispered in a rare moment of vulnerability Lale lifted her face to him, her lashes stuck together with tears, "It was so long ago and I've forgiven you for it, Ben I swear I have. But the feeling-" She shook her head, pressing her palm between her ribs, "Like a hollowness rips me open and I want to reach for you- but, " Lale's voice trembled stretched thin and quiet. She was fearful she'd need him more than he needed her and struggled to bring the sentiment to her lips, to breathe it into the world like something to be used against her. Softness was her private burden, seldom slipped into the palms of anyone else, but if she could not give it to her husband, than who would take all of her? "You're my family, Ben. You and Bear are all I've got most days. She's a reminder of when all of that, all of what we have now almost never was." Devon reminded Lale that Ben was capable of terrible self-destruction even at the expense of Lale, at the expense of them all.

[billboard-hotties-tourney]

Okay, folks, the mini-tourney is inching closer to the finals, so I'm going to give a list of the competitors in the Miss Billboard Tourney in order to give everyone a chance to submit more propaganda. The nominees are:

Lale Andersen

Marian Anderson

Signe Toly Anderson

Julie Andrews

LaVerne Andrews

Maxene Andrews

Patty Andrews

Ann-Margret

Joan Armatrading

Dorothy Ashby

Joan Baez

Pearl Bailey

Belle Baker

Josephine Baker

LaVern Baker

Florence Ballard

Brigitte Bardot

Eileen Barton

Fontella Bass

Shirley Bassey

Maggie Bell

Lola Beltran

Ivy Benson

Gladys Bentley

Jane Birkin

Cilla Black

Ronee Blakley

Teresa Brewer

Anne Briggs

Ruth Brown

Joyce Bryant

Vashti Bunyan

Kate Bush

Montserrat Caballe

Maria Callas

Blanche Calloway

Wendy Carlos

Cathy Carr

Raffaella Carra

Diahann Carroll

Karen Carpenter

June Carter Cash

Charo

Cher

Meg Christian

Gigliola Cinquetti

Petula Clark

Merry Clayton

Patsy Cline

Rosemary Clooney

Natalie Cole

Judy Collins

Alice Coltrane

Betty Comden

Barbara Cook

Rita Coolidge

Gal Costa

Ida Cox

Karen Dalton

Marie-Louise Damien

Betty Davis

Jinx Dawson

Doris Day

Blossom Dearie

Kiki Dee

Lucienne Delyle

Sandy Denny

Jackie DeShannon

Gwen Dickey

Marlene Dietrich

Marie-France Dufour

Julie Driscoll

Yvonne Elliman

Cass Elliot

Maureen Evans

Agnetha Faeltskog

Marianne Faithfull

Mimi Farina

Max Feldman

Gracie Fields

Ella Fitzgerald

Roberta Flack

Lita Ford

Connie Francis

Aretha Franklin

France Gall

Judy Garland

Crystal Gayle

Gloria Gaynor

Bobbie Gentry

Astrud Gilberto

Donna Jean Godchaux

Lesley Gore

Eydie Gorme

Margo Guryan

Sheila Guyse

Nina Hagen

Francoise Hardy

Emmylou Harris

Debbie Harry

Annie Haslam

Billie Holiday

Mary Hopkin

Lena Horne

Helen Humes

Betty Hutton

Janis Ian

Mahalia Jackson

Wanda Jackson

Etta James

Joan Jett

Bessie Jones

Etta Jones

Gloria Jones

Grace Jones

Shirley Jones

Tamiko Jones

Janis Joplin

Barbara Keith

Carole King

Eartha Kitt

Chaka Khan

Hildegard Knef

Gladys Knight

Sonja Kristina

Patti Labelle

Cleo Laine

Nicolette Larson

Daliah Lavi

Vicky Leandros

Peggy Lee

Rita Lee

Alis Lesley

Barbara Lewis

Abbey Lincoln

Melba Liston

Julie London

Darlene Love

Lulu

Anni-Frid Lyngstad

Barbara Lynn

Loretta Lynn

Vera Lynn

Siw Malmkvist

Lata Mangeshkar

Linda McCartney

Kate McGarrigle

Christie McVie

Bette Midler

Jean Millington

June Millington

Liza Minnelli

Carmen Miranda

Joni Mitchell

Liz Mitchell

Marion Montgomery

Lee Morse

Nana Mouskouri

Anne Murray

Wenche Myhre

Holly Near

Olivia Newton-John

Stevie Nicks

Nico

Laura Nyro

Virginia O’Brien

Odetta

Yoko Ono

Shirley Owens

Patti Page

Dolly Parton

Freda Payne

Michelle Phillips

Edith Piaf

Ruth Pointer

Leontyne Price

Suzi Quatro

Gertrude Rainey

Bonnie Raitt

Carline Ray

Helen Reddy

Della Reese

Martha Reeves

June Richmond

Jeannie C. Riley

Minnie Riperton

Jean Ritchie

Chita Rivera

Clara Rockmore

Linda Ronstadt

Marianne Rosenberg

Diana Ross

Anna Russell

Melanie Safka

Buffy Sainte-Marie

Samantha Sang

Pattie Santos

Hazel Scott

Doreen Shaffer

Jackie Shane

Marlena Shaw

Sandie Shaw

Dinah Shore

Judee Sill

Carly Simon

Nina Simone

Nancy Sinatra

Siouxsie Sioux

Grace Slick

Bessie Smith

Mamie Smith

Patti Smith

Ethel Smyth

Mercedes Sosa

Ronnie Spector

Dusty Springfield

Mavis Staples

Candi Staton

Barbra Streisand

Poly Styrene

Maxine Sullivan

Donna Summer

Pat Suzuki

Norma Tanega

Tammi Terrell

Sister Rosetta Tharpe

Big Mama Thornton

Mary Travers

Moe Tucker

Tina Turner

Twiggy

Bonnie Tyler

Sylvia Tyson

Sarah Vaughan

Sylvie Vartan

Mariska Veres

Akiko Wada

Claire Waldoff

Jennifer Warnes

Dee Dee Warwick

Dionne Warwick

Dinah Washington

Ethel Waters

Elisabeth Welch

Kitty Wells

Mary Wells

Juliane Werding

Tina Weymouth

Cris Williamson

Ann Wilson

Mary Wilson

Nancy Wilson

Anna Mae Winburn

Syreeta Wright

Tammy Wynette

Nan Wynn

Those in italics have five or more pieces of usable visual, written, or audio propaganda already. If you have any visuals like photos or videos, or if you have something to say in words, submit it to this blog before round one begins on June 25th!

If you don't see a name you submitted here, it's because most or all of their career was as a child/they were too young for the cutoff, their career was almost entirely after 1979, or music was something they only dabbled in and are hardly known for. There are quite a few ladies on the list whose primary career wasn't "recording artist" or "live musician," but released several albums or were in musical theater, so they've been accepted.

[husbandograveyard]

Hi Hazel! Birthday week, waaah exciting! I hope you're having so much fun with all those requests and drabbles ( ˘ ³˘)

Could I ask for the letter O from the fluff alphabet with Geto, please? I know he's a favorite of yours as well and I've been really enjoying your takes on JJK chars so far <3

Thank you so much!

Henlo Lale! I am having SO much fun, and THANK YOU for requesting Geto, I have been having so much love for him on my mind, so i am happy to indulge you and myself in this one. Think I'll be finishing the night with this one before I dive into bed with the -no doubt- wonderful Itachi you wrote me as a bedtime story (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡ enjoy!

2nd person. GN reader. No warnings, just fluff. [A/N]/going with pre-incident/AU Geto for making life a little easier, but may do an alt version of older Geto if my requests run out during the week/

O - On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

When Suguru is in love, it’s not super obvious at first, at least not for most people. There is no humming, skipping in the street or head in the clouds situation, but there are some definite signs that will immediately tip off anyone who knows him better. 

It starts with the way he smiles whenever you’re around. You can’t quite say what is different about it, just that it is. The way it reaches his eyes, cheeky grins being replaced with sincere smiles, and genuine laughter way more often around you. The sound is enough to make the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

He will be checking his phone more often, just to see if he’s got a message from you. He will subtly update you about his day, send random pictures, anything to start a conversation. And the best of it all: even the mundane conversations will become exciting and entertaining some way? You don’t know how he does it, but he manages to ask the right questions and say just the right thing to make the conversation flow so easily, making you crave his presence as much as he craves yours.

I’d like to think that he is pretty straightforward about his feelings, but he will test the waters first: a hangout with just you, a late night conversation in the dorms running till way past midnight, the two of you finding more and more deep topics to discuss, not even noticing just how tired your bodies are cause your minds and hearts are just racing. When he’s sure enough that you like him as well, he’ll be straightforward about it. He’ll ask you out, clear about his romantic intentions. And how can you refuse, when there is such a love-filled determination in his eyes?

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[miss-revy-1412]

Uncle Murad is a terrible dad Mehmed needed hugs and therapy

No, if you think I'm gonna defend his SA attempt on MC then take a chill pill because that's not gonna happen!!!!!

But……..

I might advocate how Uncle Murad was a terrible father to a child who literally went paralyzed for life. and how certain actions can cost your dear ones really badly a.k.a Lale getting nearly r*ped and traumatised for life.

First of all, what as a parent will you do to a chid if they lose their mother aka you lose a wife?

Option A: Try to raise them up by yourself. Option B : Arrange child care for them and listen to their pain Or Option C : Throw them away from your house and then call them back when you lose all your children?

Guess what our uncle did!!!

He banishes this child, doesn't even try to give him education ignores him for 9 years, no contact and has always had low hopes from his own kid because, his favorite kids died one by one like Dominoes falling plus he is the reminder of his wife's death? I mean WTF what did that child even do to you? She's dead and you should instead cope and try to make amends with your kid. Is this what good parents do? Also them he goes roasting his own wife in Season 2 that she was not smart and beautiful woman but, I felt pity

Me: Excuse me her child literally is not such reminder and also if you felt pity why banishing your child like a savage?

Are these signs of ignorant dad? Yes it is indeed. Do you think why Mehmed has esteem issues, behaviour issues, unable to talk to opposite gender in respectable manner and even erratic behaviour for no reason?

All of his sh+tty flaws are result of an ignorant, hostile charged-energy environment and seeing woman just as bodies not getting love or even a break and seeing everything as property to conquer a.k.a : Lale was gonna pay some sh*t for real even if he met her later or soon and that's what makes his character even mid. I want to hate his shitty actions but, as I see this plot sometimes I feel If mental asylum were available he be patient for life and he might have changed for real but sadly 14th century there was no psychology and therapy

The therapy you can give him is: "Awww, he's so tragic let me forgive him to fix him!" Pffft !

An irony even to see is his dream in S4E7 , Lale appears to be taking care of his mental status after her lost his "mind".

Also, this guy was satanized as a child doesn't even remember his own mother well and worse his underdeveloped hypothalamus was f*cked the day Mephis did voodoo magic on his body and mind and hence you have a psychotic son and ruler depending on your relationship with Mehmed.

Perhaps this scene and the actions of uncle literally triggered something in me and I found Mehmed more reasonable for hating his father in my case it was my grandmother.

Seriously, who would think RC would trigger my life event technically I also faced same shit as child as abandoned of someone's love ?

Apparently, this is why I can't love Uncle Murad as a character one point he does something good but, then he also does something terrible too.

And yes he went old he started to realise he did wrong to Mehmed yet, they still have a strained relationship even the adult Mehmed claims in recent update how Uncle never made ammends with him and just saw him his "heir" but not in a loving manner but just a placeholder.

Moral of the story: Don't throw children out when they need you the most or else be ready to have consequences and a very rough and evil offsprings.

Mehmed can be anything depending on you views given he's a complex character

He can be shit He can be redeeming , He can improve, He can be an asshole, He can be a predator, He can be tragic

Thank you !

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Ölümüne dek üç kırkbeşlik, bir uzunçalar, 13 kaset ve CD, bir tekli yayımladı. İlk olarak Nilüfer’e verdiği şarkılarla ismini duyurmaya başladı. Nilüfer’in de yorumladığı “Geceler”, “Kar Taneleri”, “Esmer Günler” gibi şarkılar klasik hâline geldi. Diskografi 45'lik ve teklileri 1971: Yosun Gözlü Sevgilim & Bir Mektubun Var 1978: Neden Olmasın & İstanbul Hatırası 1980: Bekle Gülüm & Ateş

[exileaprilgivelle]

4*33

19.Tinin tarihinde c/20'nin tarihinden bir mesaj ilk 3 adonin'in toplanması ve guan'da diz çökmüş felsefeama Uralis'te yapmamız gereken şey, harmanlanmış nükleer momentumunTarihte yürüyen canlıların kendi hayatları vardır ve bu sarmal ve ilkel kültür hakkında söz söyleme hakları vardır,bir ruhun sürekli dövüldüğü bir yer, her şey ve hiçbir şey. 20.Yüzün üşüdü,teni yedi ve cahim çok acıdı,bu doğru değildi.ama abadan 2.charles haklı.bilgr bir müşteri vardı,dedi;şanslı gülün açmadığı işaret rüya:bil ki düşünceli rüya,çağ gelmeden iç'kulağa sonsuz ayrılık geliyor! 214 Tarihin ilahi güzel doğumun sancıları bu zülme vursun ağlayan geceye ne gülen bir yüz,ne de bir ateş ağlıyan şekerler yazdım.içmrk ve sevmek benim eski işim,küfretsemde,inansamda,benim gidişim sordum o zamanın kız arkadaşlarına ç,sen ne kadar,dedi bana;mutlu yüreğin benim,daha mutlu ve.215Yarım somun ekmek alabilecek kadar yada kendine sıcak bir yuva bulabilecek kadar şanslı.o kimsenin uşağı yada efendisi değil,kendi başına keyifli bir hayat yaşıyor.rahmet düşmanı ormanı sahibi necaf hayydan 216Mağrifettwn söz edilir,öğleyinve öğleyi sırtında taşır,renk ve korkuyla cahil kamil,ğöge gerek yok.217 Boyum servi gibi,magillam lale gibi en güzel renklere veya renklere sahibim bana neden bu kademeyi verdiler bilmiyorum .Istemiyorum padişah pervasızca yazı emrediyor.Cavidan'ın babaı ibrahim ini çalmayacaksın.Inkılap devrinin 5inde özellikle cezaevi,Bedi vezirlerin fildişi kabıdır. 21321.Cello limon likör":ne adi kuşların yediği.Dostlarım,ahbabların gülistanlığında üstünde bir avuç çiçek ne yakın kudretli güneşlerle şehir dağ lalelerine.tasımı rumun sırrı isteme;koşsun .taş dağ laleleri günü gösteren meczup mağrifeti sırr onu takip edip gözleyeceğiz!yeşili vadi.22.3 bu kızıl elmaşahdan ışkı rengi değeri olan herşeye.ikibinler tarihi tahlik zaman sarımakta derin boğmakta anıları ve menfaati olan putpereti .tefe şantaj bir olurlar dinlerini sürüyorlar ben gayrimüslüm e hak veriyorum ben alkahım diyen firavun bi satır onlar uzattı firavundan farksız oldular ve firavun dün gece dua etti musacım kastedilen cezaevinde yarı yüzyılın kalabalığı bir kelam odasını anlatıyor üstünde çok levhalı sayılar lankibirli kötü çalışıyor sahibine şu çile bahtı firavun ehli insanına bu katip immanuel izinleri hürriyeti özgürlüğü ve koşmanın aksi düşülen tecavüz insanların ettiği zulm bu melekde şekilleniyor öyle renkli zenginlerineli ettiğinde bir zaman herkes kendi izinde ve gülüyorlar lanet edilesi işlerine

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17.-18. Yüzyıl Osmanlı Tarihi 2022-2023 Final Soruları

17.-18. Yüzyıl Osmanlı Tarihi 2022-2023 Final Soruları 1. Aşağıdakilerden hangisi Lale Devri uygulamalarından biridir? A) Kuduz aşısının yapılmaya başlanması B) İlk nezaretlerin kurulması C) Kalyon imalatının başlaması D) Tercüme heyetinin kurulması E) İlk daimi elçiliklerin kurulması Cevap : D) Tercüme heyetinin kurulması 2. Aşağıdakilerden hangisinde 1787-1792 Osmanlı – Rus – Avusturya…

[jackson-darby]

WHERE: davie's locker. WHO: @lenakaplan & jackson.

Jackson wasn't even really a gym bro. Yeah, occasionally he'd rock up to Davie's Locker when he had excess energy to burn, but those moments used to be few and far between. Lately, though, he'd been showing up in more and more outrageous looking swimming trunks in the off chance he ran into Lale again. He didn't know why he was committing so hard to the bit.

Well, okay, he did if he decided to self-reflect for long enough to know he was actively avoiding all of his very real and very pressing problems by distracting himself with any and everything he could think of. But he'd decided not to do that, actually, so a small collection of ugly ass swimming trunks he was collecting instead.

It hadn't paid off since he'd started it, always seeming to show whenever she wasn't there. But he spotted her almost immediately near the back where she was racking weights. Her back was to him which only made him grin as he snuck up behind her. Once he'd made it just behind her, he spoke, announcing his presence with both hands firmly planted on his hips to showcase his obnoxiously orange and pink and lime green Hawaiian swim trunks. "I know my swim trunks are kind of your thing, but try not to get all hot and bothered while I work out, okay? Eyes up here."

[bennettjrbrody]

who: closed | @lalekaplanbrody where: her/their home in Ocean Colony when: monday evening

It was fair to say this move had required a lot of commitment. It was coming home again, but it was a home that had never felt quite right to Ben. Especially not once Lale was pregnant and the whole of his world didn't know what to do with him in the wake of that. It was a disorienting at best to be back here as an adult who at least superficially had his shit together; to pull into the house down the street now that it was where he lived instead of just where his girlfriend lived; to drive past his parents' house, darkened as it was now that they lived most of their time in Sonoma valley. All the guilt, shaming, judgment, clicking tongues and shaking heads -- they were gone. At least, in a physical sense, that wasn't happening. He could go to work, mow his lawn, toss a baseball back and forth with Bear, and no one would look twice. Funny how he still wore the same skin and felt those looks as acutely as he had fourteen years previously.

That thought was no more present than the moment he was bringing two glasses of wine into her (their) living room, one for her and one for him. Things had been okay for a while now, as he tried his damndest to support her in the face of Hurricane Azra. They'd been a united front, like so many times before when the world was falling down around them. He remembered how it felt to be part of that team, for the first really clear way in a long time. It felt comfortable. It had him expressing that in the only quiet ways he knew how, like asking if she wanted to have some wine and just talk with him about their days; sitting a little closer on the couch that didn't fit this space because they hadn't made the space theirs yet; lowering his voice when he talked to her and keeping his eyes on her all the time. If he thought about it, he was still that same boy who had been pretty smitten with her, too -- deep down.

It made it easier to subdivide and compartmentalize other feelings, other thoughts, other moments he'd stolen with other people. After all, none of those had been because of any shortcomings of hers. She was the easier of the two of them to love.

He settled in next to her, sipped at his wine, but had to watch as he placed the glass. He had no muscle memory for how they'd set things up just yet. And it would probably all be changing in time anyway. Things always did. Most of the time he hated that about things, but this time, it had the potential to be okay.

"I think Bear just might be okay with this. We talked about some ideas for his room. I found a chair that looks like a baseball glove that just might be the dealmaker. And now that everything is in its place." He shrugged. "I don't know. It's still kind of weird to see all our stuff in this house. I'm sure I'll get used to it. I almost pulled into my parents' driveway earlier, though. What about you? Still feeling good about being back now that everything is unpacked?"

[jackscndarby]

"Maybe that's my motivation. Maybe I work out in swim trunks as a reminder that I'm doing this for my beach bod." He grinned, full and toothy before settling his hand on his hips as his eyes cut to the weights and back. He nodded at her request and made his way toward them. "But no, this was a last-minute decision, actually. I was on my way home from work and I felt too keyed up to sleep so it was either go a full thirty-six without some shut-eye or work out the after work jitters. Or attempt to, anyway." His voice hitched as he bent to retrieve the weight, bringing it up an octave.

He was putting on a show, yes. She was pretty, and he wanted to earn her smile. So he pretended to struggle as he lugged the weights toward her, only straightening the last few steps because he wanted her to think he was funny, not weak. "Anything else? Or can I start my obscene yoga stretches and pretend like I don't notice you checking me out?" His grin widened for a beat. "That... was a joke. Sorry, sometimes it's kinda hard to turn off the bartender thing."

...

Lale regarded him for a moment, he was far from shy and was completely wearing the uniform of someone who did not have his shit together. It was maybe the only reason she wasn't putting her earbuds back in- he was the type of person who seemed mostly harmless and so she was happy to indulge in the witching hour friendliness. "You look like you're going to the beach." She commented instead of answering him outright. "Did you have those in your car?" She teased and dropped her arms and pointed to a dumbbell rack behind him, "Could you hand me the eighty pound weight?"

Lale stretched her hips out, "Better than a home gym." She said circling back to his comment about private gym time, "But its open to the public so I guess I gotta deal with it." She smiled to soften her words, she was mostly harmless.

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[husbandograveyard]

Helloooo Hazel!

Thank you so much for writing my last request, I've been swooning so much over it and all the other things you're feeding us with (´⌣`ʃƪ)

Could I humbly ask for another one, unless you're completely flooded by them? If you feel like writing him, could I get K (Kisses) with Obito from the smutty alphabet, please?

Thank you so much! ♡

Providing some Uchiha love while I wait for an Uchiha to be permanently inked into my skin seems like such a fitting way to spend the time. Thank you Lale for your kind words, I hope you enjoy this! <3

2nd person. GN reader. Minors DNI.

K - Kisses - What do their kisses taste like, how passionate are they? Do they build up? How do they kiss you to set the mood? 

Obito’s kisses are warm, and taste comforting, like homemade food that reminds you of your childhood. They are surprisingly tender, especially at first, and make you weak in the knees, no matter how often you have kissed before. The buildup is pretty fast whenever he is in the mood. Passionate open-mouthed kisses with a certain tenderness, that increase in pressure as he places his hands on your back and pulls your body into his. He gets needy, almost clingy, needing as much of his body as possible to press into yours. It’s pretty clear early on what his intentions are.

If you respond in kind, he’ll move to your cheek, briefly, slowing down for a second to place some softer kisses there, before moving onto your jawline and neck, continuing the same kisses from your lips all over your sensitive spots. He knows your body very well and knows exactly where to kiss to get you going. By the time he reaches your collarbones, and his teeth have been grazing your skin on multiple spots, you’re already well on your way to the bedroom.

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