#750 mm

[italiancarssince1946]

1949 Zagato Fiat 750 MM Panoramico

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[gundamlfrith-remade]

okay i dont wanna be mentally ill anymore im done now

[gfdazai]

Combing his hair. ♡

Dazai is implied to have a negative mental health episode, established relationship, blah blah blah. GN reader. 750~ish words. I still don't know how to end fics.

Dazai feels broken. Useless. He still hasn't gotten out of bed, and it's 11am. He should've been at work three hours ago, yet he can't find the will to.

He's lying there, wanting to move, but he can't. He can't bother even rolling over to get a drink. The bottles from the previous night lie by his bed, some knocked over, some still standing up.

He forces himself onto his side, trying to ignore the stinging pain of his back, and the pounding, repeating pain of his headache. His groan goes quiet when he hears the front door unlock, open, and shut.

You're here... Again. He did say you could stop by whenever, but he doesn't want to see you right now. Not when he's like this — not when his apartment is like this. He wishes he could shove you out, deep clean and then let you back in.

"Doors open." He barks lazily once he hears you approaching the door. He wants to turn and get up, give you a kiss; but he can't find it in him to even roll over and face the door.

He can barely spare a blink when he hears the door creak open — he's been meaning to get you to fix that. "Osamu?" He slowly blinks, forcing his gaze away from the wall and to your form.

"Bad day?"

"Mm." He hums blankly as an answer, his eyes slowly following you as you get on the bed beside him.

"Wanna talk about it?"

He doesn't answer, feeling you move him a little. His head isn't on the pillows anymore, now on your lap. It's a bit of a distraction from him feeling his clothes on his skin.

"...You wanna take a shower?" You question softly, feeling his forehead to check for a fever. He seems colder, rather than burning hot. He shakes his head a smidge.

"Well, uh... I'll admit, I don't know what else to offer." You chuckle, and he melts a little at the sound. You're always so sweet and gentle to him, it makes him nauseous. He doesn't... Deserve this.

"...Can I brush your hair?" You ask softly, placing your hand gently on the back of his head, rubbing your thumb against his messy, greasy hair.

He blinks slowly, forcing himself to nod a little. "Mhm.." He swallows, trying to wet his dry mouth. "Please." His voice is weak... Broken, and shaky. Like he hasn't had a drink in the past week... Or maybe that's because he hasn't water in the past 24 hours.

You smile a little, "okay." You say softly, looking over at his nightstand. You grab a dark blue comb, gently sectioning off his hair, before starting to comb through it.

A few minutes pass, and you're onto the next section. "I bought you more crab. Some of it is canned, but I got some of that fancy stuff that you said you wanted last time we went out together." You say. He blinks a few times, clearing his throat halfheartedly.

"...Really?" He mumbles softly. "That's... Too much. I can pay you back." His finger twitches as he starts to force his hands to move, but he stops when you press him back down.

"No, it's really nothing. Think of it as a late, uh... Present for national crab meat day?" You smile a little, and he smiles a little back.

"Oh?... Thank you." He sighs softly, feeling you move onto the next section of his hair.

A few moments pass... "...Are you mad I didn't stop by last night?" He mumbles, his eyes fluttering closed, not wanting to see if he hurt you. He hears you sigh, and his heart drops. This is it — he fucked it all up, he's gonna be alone again, and you'll move on, and he'll end up —

"Of course not. You did say that you might be too busy to stop by." He blinks, opening his eyes and looking up at you.

"...Oh." He mumbles. "I didn't think you'd be so... Okay. About it." He swallows, eyes falling back down to his mattress.

You finish combing his hair, grabbing a hairtie from your pocket and gathering as much of his hair as you can, tying it up. "Ta-da." His heart melts at your giggle.

"Mhm..." He yawns softly, closing his eyes. "Love you." He mumbles, exhaling gently...

"Love you too, 'samu." You press a gentle kiss to his forehead, before leaning back against the headboard, letting the silence play for the both of you.

Please don't steal my work, nor feed it to any sort of AI. Thank you! ♡

[tiarascrowns]

TOURMALINE AND DIAMOND FEATHER BROOCH

"PROPERTY FROM A DISTINGUISHED NEW JERSEY COLLECTION

TOURMALINE AND DIAMOND FEATHER BROOCH

Designs as a diamond-set feather centering on a pear shaped pink tourmaline

Metal: 18k yellow and white gold Diamonds: 153 round diamonds with approximate total weight of 2.00 - 2.30 carats Stones: 1 pear shaped tourmaline measuring approximately 14.25 x 9.36 x 4.93 mm and weighing approximately 4.00 carats Marks: 750, jeweler's mark Size/Dimensions: 7.4 x 3.0 cm Gross Weight: 17.7 grams"

- Christie's

[blue-and-gilt]

French Grenadier Officers' Sabre - Petite Montmorency style. Circa 1788 - 1800.

The social upheaval in France during the late 18th century was pervasive through all levels of society. People were abandoning the old and adopting a number of new styles and fashions to display their allegiance to which ever faction the belonged to; the (soon to be executed) king, the revolution, or some variation of the politics at the time.

One of these changes in fashion began around 1784 with infantry officers giving up their model 1767 smallsword in favour of non-regulation sabres, often based on the styles copied from the cavalry. The rotating guard hilts were one such example.

With the Royal decree of April 1788 permitting the use of sabres by the infantry we see another type appear, swords with slotted hilts and sidebars that often feature military emblems such as the light infantry hunters horn or the grenadiers flaming bomb. While others (normally associated with the National Guard) display elaborate political symbolism like Roosters or lions with the Phrygian cap; icons of bravery, the French State and the revolution.

Because these sabres were non-regulation, they don't follow a set pattern; and can be plain or very ornate. Seeking to classify them, collectors of the late 19th Century noted that many swords in this style had blades that matched the profile of the Montmorency Dragoons; a curved blade with a central fuller and a secondary fuller running close to the spine.

Since they were carried by infantry or National Guard officers, on the whole this style of sabre are shorter than the dragoon type, thus earning them the petite montmorency moniker. As with many such arbitrary names, its meaning has expanded in use to cover a wider group of swords that are broadly similar but don't follow exactly the same features. This sword is such an example. The slotted hilt and guard are very typical with the helmet pommel, sidebars and flaming bomb. However because the blade is has no fuller, it can't be said to have a true montmorency blade. Still, it is the best grouping we have for this sword. This sword is a handy weapon, just shy of 80cm long with a 66cm blade. The lack of a fuller means is weighs 750 grams, giving it a lot of presence in the hand. The blade engraved with the word Grenadier on one side and flaming bomb with a trophy and bomb on the other; otherwise it is very plain.

On the spine there is an arrow wrapped in a scroll, which I assume to be related to the maker. I'm sure I've seen this mark before but now I can't find the source. If you know what it means, please let me know.

Stats: Overall Length - 795 mm Blade Length - 655 mm Curve - 15 mm Point of Balance - 140 mm Grip Length - 142 mm Inside Grip Length - 105 mm Weight - 750 grams

[moodboardmix]

Bandit9 Motors' EVE Odyssey !

0-60 faster than an Indy car, a top speed over 260 kmh, experience up to 2g's accelerating, and cover 250 miles without emitting any CO2.

Truly handmade, the motorcycle takes 3 months to craft from scratch to the brilliant final form. 

Brushed with a brilliant finish, the 7075 aluminium used in the bodywork is known for its high strength, toughness, and resistance to fatigue.

2200 x 800 x 750 mm

[obxone]

Help Yourself

Edited. ~750 words.

Plotless Rafe smut blurb

You exhale, letting yourself into your bedroom before reaching back to pull the pins from your hair. You roll your head back, humming in satisfaction after abandoning the wedge heels you had donned for most of the day.

“You looked beautiful.”

You turn, eyes wide as they land on Rafe lounged against your favored window seat. A glass tumbler of dark amber liquid in hand.

“How did you get in here?”

He shrugs. “Back door. I know it’s Figure 8, Sweetheart, but you should really lock your doors.”

“It’s barely Figure 8,” you mutter before crossing to sit beside him. You take the tumbler from him. He does not protest, instead grinning as you take a sip. “I see you helped yourself to my father’s selection.”

He chuckles before shifting to pull you onto his lap. His face nuzzles into the curve of your neck. “When are we going to tell them?”

“Soon.”

He frowns, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You’ve been saying that for nearly a year.”

You swallow a more generous sip before sighing and relaxing back against him. “I want to make sure it’ll last.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

You smile a little before turning your face to his. Your lips find his. He groans, hands slipping under the skirt of your summer dress.

“Rafe…”

“Let me,” he pleads, fingers teasing the bend of your knee. “You did so well today. So beautiful and well-spoken. The whole island is obsessed with my girl.”

You sigh, head rolling back against his shoulder when his fingers tease the dampening fabric of your panties. His mouth is against the soft skin of your neck, laying open mouthed kisses across the expanse of your throat.

You gasp when he sinks two fingers into you. “Fuck.” Your legs fall apart further, and he smirks, nipping at your ear.

“I love you, Princess. So fucking much that it scares me.”

“I love you,” you moan, fingers tightening around the tumbler. “Rafe…”

He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you before adding a third. His thumb circles your swollen clit.

“All I could think about was how you were on your knees this morning,” he breathes, nipping at your skin. You exhale shakily, the other hand fisting the skirt of your dress and pulling it up further. “Sucking my cock. All mine.”

“I’m close, so close,” you pant, the images of Rafe falling apart in front of you as you sucked his dick. The way his hands fisted your hair and the feel of him in your mouth, spurting down your throat has you drawing closer to the edge. He laughs, knowing how much you enjoyed your morning together. He curls his fingers inside you, and your hips jolt at his actions.

“Do you want to come, Princess?” He purrs into your ear. Your walls clench around him in desperation for that very thing. “Come all over my fingers?”

You nod your head, eyes squeezing shut as he continues to bring you closer and closer to the cusp.

“Rafe!” You whine as he curls his fingers inside of you over and over. You were about to fall apart whether he wanted you to or not. “Please!”

“Okay, Baby.” He murmurs around sucking a mark into your neck. “Come for me like the good little Princess you are.”

The band snaps and pleasure floods through you as you soak his fingers. You cry out his name, hips freezing as he caresses you through it.

“That’s my girl.” He praises before withdrawing his touch and sucking his fingers into his mouth. Your lips fall apart in surprise, and he laughs before pecking your cheek. “Go get cleaned up, Baby, we have dinner plans.”

“We do?”

“Mm-hmm. I’m taking you to Thornton’s dinner party tonight.” He layers kisses across your face. “I even bought you a new dress. It’s in your closet.”

You blush, snuggling back against him for a minute. “You’re spoiling me.”

“No more than you deserve,” he brushes his knuckles down your arm. You lean in to kiss him. He deepens it, groaning in pleasure at the perfect fit of your body against his. You are made for each other. “Go before I devour you, and we miss the party.”

“Maybe I want to be devoured,” you murmur against his lips, and he smirks before nipping at your bottom lip.

“Don’t think I won’t.” He threatens. “You won’t walk for at least a week.”

You hum, fingers mussing his dirty blond hair before you slip away from him, ignoring the post-climax feeling vibrating through your body.

[junekissed]

best boyfriend ever

member — seungkwan x gn reader genre — fluff word count — 750 synopsis — seungkwan takes care of you when you're sick warnings — mentions of nausea/other sick things (not super descriptive), seungkwan is the cutest and most caring boyfriend notes — requested by 🧸 anon — hope you feel better soon!!

one reblog = one lime gatorade seungkwan will give you

“baby, you have to take your temperature. please?”

you’re laying in bed, laptop propped up on the side table and playing the most recent episode of the show you’re watching. the only good thing about being sick is that even though you’re in a constant state of aches and pains, at least you can use the time to catch up on your favorite series.

despite being nauseous and dizzy 24/7, the downtime is actually a nice break from your responsibilities. but that doesn’t stop you from trying anyway; what’s even worse than feeling sick, is feeling unproductive.

you had almost made it to work today, but seungkwan managed to catch you before you could walk out the door, bundled up in layers and layers of coats and jackets but not wearing any shoes.

he just gently steered you back into bed, cooing about how you’d freeze and make yourself even sicker and that your boss could find somebody to cover for you for another day.

“i don’t want to, kwannie,” you sniffle through a stuffy nose. “it’s not like the fever is gonna go down anytime soon.”

he sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. “yes, but we still have to make sure it doesn’t go up. i don’t wanna have to take you to the hospital.”

“you wouldn’t even take me to the hospital? that’s so mean. worst boyfriend ever.”

“if you weren’t so sick i might actually be offended,” he huffs, holding out the thermometer to you. “now will you open up for me please? at least let me do it for you. just sixty seconds, that’s all i need. then i’ll bring you more gatorade, how about that?”

“mm, gatorade,” you murmur, more to yourself than to him. with a lot of effort you roll onto your other side so you can face him. “i thought i drank the last one yesterday, though?”

“i bought more.”

“the lime flavor i like?”

“mhm. got the big pack, too.”

“yay!” you say with a weak smile. you give in and open your mouth for him, the promise of something yummy to drink enough to bribe you into letting him take your temperature.

he carefully sticks the tip of the thermometer under your tongue, holding it in place for you. you let your eyes fall shut while you wait, suddenly growing tired. and before you know it the little plastic stick in your mouth is beeping, signaling that it’s done.

you slowly pry your eyes open, eyes fixed on seungkwan’s face as he checks the display. sometimes you forget how pretty he is, and it’s not the first time he’s caught you staring for longer than you should. his soft skin seems to glow, even despite the curtains being closed to block out the sunlight because it gives you a headache.

“only 100.8°,” he says, breaking your trance as he turns the thermometer around to show you. “lucky you, no hospital for you today.”

you hum in response and close your eyes again, letting your head fall back against the pillows.

now it’s seungkwan’s turn to watch you, gently brushing away the hair that’s fallen across your face. “are you getting tired, baby?”

you sigh, coughing a little. “maybe.”

he smiles fondly, but you don’t see it with your eyes closed. “alright. call me when you wake up again, okay, sweetheart? i’ll make you some soup when you get hungry.”

you mumble again and settle into bed as seungkwan fixes the sheets around you, smoothing down the blankets and picking up the extra pillow that had fallen onto the floor. finally he shuts your laptop for you, pausing your episode for later so you don’t miss anything, because he knows you’d be upset if you lost your place and had to go back and find where you left off.

he leans down and presses a little kiss to your forehead, watching your eyelashes flutter for a moment before he stands up and starts to walk away.

“seungkwan?” you call out softly, and he stops immediately, turning around.

“yeah?”

there’s a pause. “i love you.”

“i love you, too,” he replies, the smile on his face growing.

“i’m sorry i said you were the worst boyfriend ever. i didn’t mean it. you’re the best boyfriend ever.”

he shakes his head, already knowing you didn’t mean it and trying his best not to laugh at your sweet apology. “thank you, sweetheart. i love you, too,” he repeats.

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[ghostdice]

prompt: climbing back into bed, onto your partner’s body to wake them up

☀︎ rebecca x gender neutral reader. domestic, sleepy, and the slightest bit suggestive at the end. also, toothpaste! era not specified but i was envisioning this to be post-death island :] ☀︎ ~750 words

A/N: brushing your teeth can be difficult sometimes, but becca's cheering for you, trust me <3

⋆.ೃ࿔*

Rebecca has always been a bit of a morning person. The early bird gets the worm, or so the saying goes. She rises like the sun, and for all intents and purposes, she is the sun. She’s been an ever-present light in your life since you’d first met, and you made sure she knew it, affectionately nicknaming her, “sunshine.”

You, on the other hand, are more of a night owl. You tend to stay up late, trying to indulge yourself in some of your own personal hobbies and interests after long days of work. Rebecca once joked that you live a double life: in the day, masking as a regular office worker, and in the night- she had said your name so earnestly.

“You’re you.” She’d smiled at you with all the reverence in the world. “And that’s when I like you best.”

It didn’t stop her from telling you to fix your sleep schedule though. Revenge bedtime procrastination, she’d called it. You’d looked it up when the birds had begun chirping, and it checked out, actually. “You got me there, Dr. Chambers,” you’d muttered to yourself as you’d wrapped your arms around her waist, face tucked into the nape of her neck.

“Mm,” she’d hummed, as if to say I told you so from the depths of sleep.

Your phone alarm rings, warranted but unwanted. You groan, feeling around for your phone before clumsily tapping at it until you managed to get the snooze button without opening an eye. Satisfied by the moment of silence, you roll onto your back, trying to get comfy again.

Rebecca pokes her head back into the room. “You can’t keep snoozing your alarm, sleepyhead.” (Or, “You cam’t keeph thnoothimg your alarm, thleepyhead.” You don’t have to look up to picture her toothbrush hanging from the corner of her mouth, toothpaste froth threatening to slip down her chin. Cute. Irresistible, if you weren’t still half-asleep.)

By the time she returns, your alarm is going off again. She turns it off herself, noting how you’d apparently opted to cover your face with your pillow in some less than half-assed attempt to muffle the noise.

Needless to say, you’re in need of a little extra help. Good thing Rebecca’s great at helping- especially when it comes to you.

She clambers back into the bed, and without a second thought, she flops on top of you. The breath is knocked out of you, a groaned, “Mph,” drawn out from underneath your pillow.

She calls your name softly, knocking gently on the pillow with her knuckles. “Anyone in there?” she teases, leaning down to press her ear to the makeshift-door. When you don’t answer, she frowns, tossing the offending obstacle away entirely.

“Hey, sleepyhead. We said we’d meet Jill and Claire at 8, and I know you have a few things to get done before then, so- unless you want me to tickle you, get up.”

Honestly, you’d kinda woken up the moment she’d unceremoniously thrown herself on top of you. You’d just enjoyed the pressure she provided and her amusing, although fruitless, attempt to wake you. The threat of being tickled, however, works.

When you wrap your arms around her torso and roll yourself so you’re on top of her, she practically squeaks in surprise. You brace yourself on your forearms, just barely hovering above her.

“Okay, I’m up,” you murmur, voice still thick with sleep. “Can’t have the others hounding my ass for sleeping in, too.”

You lean on one forearm, your newly free hand sliding down to hold onto her hip. You dip forward, pressing kisses along her collarbone. She sighs, content, minty.

You pull away, and as she goes to follow you, you press a palm to her shoulder. She lets you push her back down to the mattress, smiling at you. Radiant as always.

“Stay there for me. ‘M just gonna brush my teeth.” You glance at the time, reading 6:24. You’ve got time. She gives you a knowing look before sliding off her t-shirt (yours, actually). You grin at her before heading into the bathroom, grabbing your toothbrush.

You lean back, looking sidelong into the bedroom as Rebecca lays on her stomach, stripes of sunlight trailing across her skin. Waiting for you. You smile to yourself.

Looks like the sun woke you up after all.

[thatztyv]

Pretty Girl

Description:

- I don’t know🤷🏾‍♀️.. Urban hopped on Ki’Asia’s IG Live

Word Count:

- 877

Ki'Asia Moore

(kie- a-she-uh  more)

kiasia

Liked by urbanwyatt and 36,729 others

kiasia friend? bitch I said you bad

View all 750 comments

sarah56 Druski said it best

simp4brent be my girlfriend😩

urbanwyatt 😍😍 ♡

bankroll3k so pretty🥹

kelseiqueen 😩😍 ♡

.☆.

"Wassup y'all", I said as I set my phone up on my vanity.

tinytee hey Asia🙂

simp4brent Hey Asia boo

yolodolo yuurrr

"How was y'all day?", I asked as I combed through my hair.

freek3 Good

2litlaii Amazing, what about you?

kiyaforpres It was ok

greatdain Great

"Lai why was your day so amazing?", I chuckled as I stopped to read the comments.

"Kiya, I hope you have a better day tomorrow. Keep your head up boo, I love you", I said before combing my hair again.

2litlaii Cause I got to see my man 🤭

kiyaforpres thank you 😊

youngin23 you're so sweet 🥹

"Girl you and this man of yours", I said playfully rolling my eyes. "I'm a lover girl with no lover.. I hope y'all happy though."

delulu4you Girl same

seedy.me Man what

danitrips Everyday all you hear from me is "lord...it's me again"

"Dani that be me twenty four seven", I chuckled. "Anyways y'all like my hair. I did it myself."

bigbossvette It's cute😍

wantedho Come do mine 🧍🏾‍♀️

hypemantee4 Ok volume come through

herbsnish You would look so good in a blonde wig

"I'm scared to try blonde cause what if I look crazy", I said as I looked in the mirror and started to put my hair in two braids.

bigbossvette If you try blonde I'll do it with you

yougin23 We need a wig install tutorial cause it's giving scalp 😛

urbanwyatt your voice is perfect ⭐️

"Bet cousin I'll order em tomorrow... that's actually my next video, then imma stop posting for another six months", I chuckled as I started on the last braid.

I scanned over the comments before smiling.

urbanwyatt can I take you on a date?

"Depends on where you taking me sir", I said as I tied a scarf on my head.

simp4you I knew I wasn't tripping what Urban doing over here

danitrips Not Urban asking somebody on a date

sammydee URBAN ?!?

"On a side note, what y'all had or having for dinner? ", I said as I put my bonnet on.

danitrips Tea cause what you and Urban got going that you ain't telling us bout ☕️🫖

sammydee Tacos

wally.t Shrimp scampi 🍤

urbanwyatt is requesting to join live.

Accept or Decline

"Dani we ain't got nothing going", I said as I pressed accept to Urban's request.

"Hey pretty girl", Urban said once it connected. "Wassup live."

"Hi Urban", I said and smiled a little.

kentuckyboys URBAN JOINED THE LIVE, two of my worlds are colliding 😱

youngin23 Yuurrrr

2litlaii I know this finna be good.. just might chromecast my phone to the tv

bigbossvette 👀

"I'm nosey, where you at?", I asked as I arched a brow at him.

"On the tour bus", he said as he propped his phone up.

"Mm", I hummed as I leaned closer to my phone. "What town you in?"

"Frankfort."

"Oh you in my city. I would've had you pull up if I would have known earlier."

"I still can, it's never too late", he said before rubbing his beard.

"I'm ready for bed now. It's definitely too late boo."

simp4you 👀

kelseiqueen I'm just enjoying the show rn 🍿

"You know you got some sexy lips."

He smirked before licking his lips.

kentuckyboys Don't steal my man 😖

harlowslut Urban where is Jackman

2sexy.dee them lips real sexy 😩

"You know I could- nevermind", he started but cut himself off.

"No say what you were about to say", I said with a slight smile.

"It's too many people watching. I can't say all that", he chuckled.

"I understand."

simp4brent Fuck all that, say it Urban 😖

sarah56 nooo we wanna know

lostinthewind Don't leave us hanging like that

We got quiet, just looking at each other.

2litlaii Not y'all eye fucking in front of us

bigbossvette I feel like I'm interrupting 😭

kelseiqueen On this day, Ki'Asia and Urban fell in love 😩

"Anyways where you taking me to eat at?"

"McDonalds", he said nonchalantly.

"Blocked", I said reaching for my phone.

"I'm playing, I'm playing", he said laughing as he grabbed his phone.

bigbossvette 🤣🤣

simp4you McDonald's is OUTRAGEOUS 😭

freek3 ngl I would've kicked him off and blocked him so fast 😭😭😭

2litlaii Screaming 🤣

"Urban, you gone fool around and get blocked", I said as I picked my phone up.

"Ki'Asia you would never block me."

"Yes I would. You wanna see?"

"Don't block me", he chuckled. "I'll take you anywhere you wanna go."

wantedho ooh- girl I'd be cutting up, you heard how he just said your name effortlessly 😩

herbsnish don't play with her Urban

lanixworld Y'all!! What if they been going together this whole time and we just clueless 😱

"Nah Lani this is me and Urban first ever interaction outside of liking each others post", I chuckled. "No secret relationship."

"It could be though."

"Mmm."

freek3 So back to what I saying...This could be us but you playing !😩

kelseiqueen 👀

"Y'all I'm finna end this. I want to have a private conversation with Mr Urban", I said with a slight smirk.

"Private conversation? Mmm this might be interesting", he hummed.

herbsnish Urban don't fumble the bag bro 😐

jackharlow 👀

bigbossvette You better text me Asia I wanna know what y'all talk about

kelseiqueen You better update us bookie

kentuckyboys where tf Jack come from

"Bye y'all", I said before ending the live.

[thebest-medicine]

Day 21: New Discovery

Tickletober 2023 - Our Flag Means Death - Stede / Ed - lee!Ed

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

[read on AO3]

A/N: I’m weak for season 2 and I need soft sweet moments between them forever and ever. This is very late yes shhh #Tickletober2023butits2024

Words: 750

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Stede slowly blinked open his eyes. There was a warmth next to him, it felt so inviting. He reached out, clumsy with the fog of sleep, until his hand met the warm skin of Ed’s shoulder. He sighed, content, wrapping the arm further around his bedmate. Ed sleepily turned to face him, eyes closed with a smile on his face.

“G’mrning.” Ed mumbled. He reached up with one hand to run a thumb over Stede’s fingers.

Nestled in the blankets, they whispered stories and ideas with each other for a long, drawn-out half hour, during which Ed had the pleasure of Stede’s soft affection - a hand twirling his hair, fingers traipsing gently down his arms, it felt safe. It felt like home.

Stede scratched just behind Ed’s ear and he nearly let out a purr. Fingers glided down Ed’s neck, leaving a grin and a shiver in their wake.

Stede smiled fondly. “Ah, ticklish?”

“Dunno mate.” Ed shrugged, a bit impeded by their current position. “I guess.”

Stede raised a brow, smile somehow both terribly endeared and a yet little sad. “You don’t know?”

Ed mumbled a confirmation, nuzzling a bit closer to Stede.

“Right, right. Who would try to tickle the great Blackbeard, hm?” Stede said, his eyes scanning down Ed’s body. He reached out cautiously, and brushed a finger, gentle and slow, over the skin just above Ed’s night pants, watching him with a blooming curiosity.

“Heh-” There was that shiver again, Ed’s eyes shooting open. They flicked from Stede’s hand to his face.

Stede’s smile was warm, playful. “I think you are, in fact…” Stede paused then. Ed was watching him, wide-eyed. Stede held his hand up. “Listen, say the word and I’ll stop, okay? Is it alright if I give it a try?”

Ed felt warmth blossoming along his cheeks. He rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, wriggling onto his back and pulled his arms up over his head. “Sure, mate. Go nuts.”

But, loyal to the gentle nature of their morning, Stede did not in fact ‘go nuts’. Instead, he traced a few fingers, soft and wiggling, across Ed’s stomach.

Ed’s stomach sunk beneath the touch, sucking in as he snickered out a laugh. His arms twitched with the desire to pull down and protect himself. “Ehehe, Stede.”

Stede paused. “Is that you asking me to stop?”

Ed squeezed his eyes shut, blocking out the sensation a bit with the added benefit of not having to watch Stede watching him. “Did I say stop?” He answered after a few beats.

“No, you didn’t.” Stede hummed, pleased, and then Ed gasped as fingers pinched lightly at each of his sides. He sucked in a breath, wobbly with near laughter.

“Ticklish anywhere else, hmm?” Stede asked, trailing his fingers up to poke gently along Ed’s ribs.

He squirmed at that, wriggling side to side in an effort to alleviate the sensation and keep the tangle of laughter building up inside him, well, inside. It was a hopeless endeavor by the time Stede’s fingers traced their way up, up, up… Two fingers touched down in the center of each armpit and Ed’s arms came crashing down with a giggly shout of surprise.

“Oh! Oh shit. Ehehe— wait!” Ed giggled, and Stede pulled back right away.

“Alright there?” Stede asked with a bemused but cautious smile.

“Fine. Heh, just kinda, surprising.” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck when he could get his arms peeled away from his sides. “Feels… weird.”

“Oh, it’s all in good fun. I know plenty of folks don’t like it though, I won’t do it again—”

“No! No.” Ed stammered. He took a breath, and a few ghosts of giggles slipped out. “It’s, uh, good fun, yeah, like you said.”

Stede practically beamed at him. “Mm.” He ran a hand gently down the side of Ed’s face, tracing along that chin he loved.

Ed’s heart nearly swelled from the sweetness of the moment. He thought it might burst. An out, quickly. “What about you, then, hm?”

Stede raised an eyebrow.

“Are you ticklish?” Ed smirked.

Stede’s nervous grin and blush were answer enough.

Soon, they were scrambling about the bed with laughter and shrieks and wiggling fingers. It would be a while before either of them received any morning briefing from the crew.

[redpusea]

Reconceptualising the colours in Stranger Things

Currently (I could have my mind changed in the future) my understanding is that Jane/Eleven, Will, and Mike at their core are generally associated with 1 colour each Red, Yellow, and Blue respectively

Following is an excerpt from chat GPT;

“Electromagnetic Spectrum

The electromagnetic spectrum encompasses all types of electromagnetic radiation, arranged according to their frequency or wavelength. The main categories include:

Radio Waves:

Wavelength: > 1 mm

Frequency: < 300 GHz

Uses: Communication (radio, television), astronomy, MRI

Microwaves:

Wavelength: 1 mm to 1 cm

Frequency: 300 MHz to 300 GHz

Uses: Microwave ovens, radar, satellite communication

Infrared (IR):

Wavelength: 700 nm to 1 mm

Frequency: 300 GHz to 430 THz

Uses: Remote controls, thermal imaging, night vision

Visible Light:

Wavelength: 400 nm to 700 nm

Frequency: 430 THz to 770 THz

Colors: Red (longest wavelength) to violet (shortest wavelength)

Ultraviolet Light:

Wavelength: 10 nm to 400 nm

Frequency: 750 THz to 30 PHz

Uses: Sterilization, fluorescent lamps, UV curing

X-Rays:

Wavelength: 0.01 nm to 10 nm

Frequency: 30 PHz to 30 EHz

Uses: Medical imaging, security, astronomy

Gamma Rays:

Wavelength: < 0.01 nm

Frequency: > 30 EHz

Uses: Cancer treatment, sterilization, nuclear physics”

Make of that as you will, please share your thoughts if you have any before continuing to read.

But for me I think about the full spectrum of colours we can see are obviously very limited. If we were able to perceive all of this spectrum, I image it is just purely more nuance and distinguishing between these levels. So imagine we could distinguish and our perception wasn’t so limited. Radio waves- Gamma rays represents a spectrum from red to violet (red, orange, yellow, green (maybe cyan), blue, (maybe indigo), violet… I notice that Jane has been since the start of the show associated with radio, television. I think this is giving us the key to understand the other characters like Will and Mike… Will has already been hinted at being in control of some characters in a way and I think this is also how the Mind Flayer achieved control of Will by stealing his power and using it against him. Now Mike is interesting because his colour could be UV a symbol for something beyond human perception in a way beyond sight (like emotion - “you’re the heart” OR or X-Rays a possible symbol for the ability to see through something…

what do you think?

[shootingstar-design]

Fiat Zagato 750 MM 1950 “Panoramica"

[tiarascrowns]

Blue Sapphire Rings

Bayco's Sapphire & Diamond Lotus Ring

"A platinum & oxidized silver Lotus ring centered upon a cushion Ceylon sapphire, set atop a bed of sapphire pavé setting with an underlying colorless diamond micropavé accent."

- Jedora

Sapphire Diamond Platinum Ring

"A sapphire and diamond ring, set with an oval faceted Ceylon sapphire, weighing an estimated 2.07cts, surrounded by round brilliant-cut diamonds, weighing an estimated total of 0.92cts, within a navette shape, with calibré sapphires and round brilliant-cut diamonds forming a scallop shaped surround, with diamond set shoulders, mounted in platinum."

- 1st Dibs

Marquise Halo Diamond & Sapphire Ring

"This stunning ... ring has a 4.4 x 10 marquise diamond center stone with square sapphires on the inner halo and paves of diamonds in the rounded scallops, bows and ribbons; surrounded by milgrain all over. The bow on each side has a bezel diamond with a twisted ribbon shank half way."

- PriceScope.com

Chatila Sapphire and Diamond Flower Ring

"This mesmerizing 18 carat white gold transparent blue oval sapphire and diamond ring by Chatila features 49 smaller sapphires spread out on a bed of white diamonds on the petals. The band is also decorated with three rows of diamonds and a front row of blue sapphires. Guaranteed to turn heads."

- 1st Dibs

Cultured Pearl and Sapphire Ring

"Centering on a cultured pearl surrounded by light and dark blue sapphires

Metal: 18k white gold Sapphires: 24 oval and 16 round sapphires Cultured Pearl: 1 white cultured pearl measuring approximately 15.00 mm in diameter Marks: 750 Size/Dimensions: US ring size 6.75 Gross Weight: 18.7 grams"

- Christie's

Secret Wonder by Harry Winston

"Exquisite medallions, meticulously set with a starburst of round and pear-shaped diamonds, rotate to reveal a symphony of sapphires, diamonds, and aquamarines hidden on the other side."

- Harry Winston & Vogue

Sapphire, Diamond and Emerald Ring

"Designed as a serpent set with round sapphires, the eyes set with round emeralds, centering a cabochon sapphire weighing 10.32 carats, size 7."

- Sotheby's

[vodika-vibes]

Hi there. If you’ve got the time could I ask for some soft Cody or Boss please? This week has been super hard and I just need some comfort to just help me get through the rest of the year and into the next

In Your Eyes

Summary: Cody gets home from work, and you give him the welcome he deserves.

Pairing: Commander Cody x Reader

Word Count: 750

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sometimes Cody just speaks to me, other times he's much less agreeable. This is one of those other times, but I hope you like it in spite of that!

You hum a soft tune as you stand in your kitchen, absentmindedly forming dough into loaves to be baked. It’s a nice day, the sun is warm, and your window is open allowing the summer breeze to waft through the house.

For the moment, you’re home alone.

It’s your day off, which naturally means that you spend the morning cleaning, and the afternoon baking. All of the windows in your home are open, and the doors are propped open as well.

Unlucky that your boyfriend had to work today, but he promised that it would only be a half day, and he sent a comm not that long ago promising that he would be home shortly.

You finish making your loaves of bread, and you stick them in the oven, before you busy yourself with cleaning the mess you’ve made. 

And just as you finish cleaning up, you hear the screen door click shut, and the sound of familiar, heavy, footsteps. You put the last of the dirty dishes into the sink, and turn to walk into the front hall.

There he is.

Half dressed in his white and orange armor, Cody is sitting on a bench, methodically removing each piece of armor with a swiftness that never fails to surprise you.

You lean against the doorframe and watch him.

“I can feel you staring, cyare.” Cody says, his voice warm and filled with laughter.

“Well, if you weren’t so starable, then I wouldn’t stare so much.” You tease gently, before you push off the door frame and sit on the bench next to him, laying your head on his shoulder, “How was your day?”

“Obi-Wan lost his lightsaber three times today,” Cody replies lightly.

“...I thought you were just doing paperwork?” You ask, as you trail your fingers up his spine, pulling a shiver from him.

“We were. It would have been impressive if it wasn’t so annoying.” He finishes stripping off his armor and sets it to the side, sitting back up to look at you properly, “You’ve been baking?”

“Of course.” 

Cody chuckles and brushes some flour off your cheek, before he leans in and kisses you. The kiss starts soft and gentle, but he’s unable to help himself as he cradles the back of your head and deepens the kiss.

“Mm, the windows and doors are open,” You warn him as he pulls you onto his lap.

He peeks up at you, his hands dipping under the back of your shirt to slide up your back, “I know, cyare.” He replies, his touch gentle and reverent as he slides his hands up your back, “I just missed you.”

You lean into him and kiss him quickly, before you move your lips to his jaw and kiss up to his ear, “You work too hard, love.”

“I know you think so.” He replies, his arms tightening around you.

“I’m always right, didn’t you know that?” You ask as you kiss right below his ear.

He releases a shuddering groan, “You’re trying to get me into trouble, cyare.” 

“I would never,” You mumble against his neck, as you nibble on the spot that just made him groan, pulling a lower moan from his lips.

“Cyare-”

You pull back and smile at him lovingly, and you feel his breath catch. His hands slip out from the back of your shirt, and he cups your face with his hands, his thumbs trailing lightly against your cheekbones.

“Cody?”

“I love you,” He breathes out, his fingers feather light against your skin, “I love you so much.”

Your face heats slightly, but you just lean in and lightly press your forehead against his, “I love you too.”

“I’d give you the galaxy, if you asked.” Cody says.

“I have all I want right here,” You reply softly, as you card your fingers through his hair.

“Cyare-”

You glance at your chrono, and then you smile, “Come to the bedroom with me, love, and I’ll show you how much I love you.”

His fingers stutter on your cheek, and he releases a low groan, “Kriff, cyare-”

“Please?” You breathe against his cheek.

He wraps his arms tightly around you as he suddenly stands, and you giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck. Cody takes a moment to kick the front door shut, “I just can’t say no to you when you say please like that, cyare.” He says as he walks you into the bedroom, and drops you on the bed.

[cringemesstickles]

Purposeful Loser

(TickleTober Day 3: Cuddles)

Summary: Adam starts a tickle fight so that he can lose on purpose (based off headcanon briefly discussed with @tickly-muffin >_<)

Pairings: Chainshipping

Word Count: 750

A/N: this is my first time writing for Saw and I’m low key scared to post this but I’m gonna do it anyways ok bye I’m gonna go hide

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“you smell like a hospital.” Adam teased from where he was tucked away in Lawrence’s arms, making the doctor roll his eyes with exaggerated exasperation.

“Well, Adam, I am a doctor.” He said with a smile.

The atmosphere was warm and comforting and yet, Adam couldn’t help the nagging at the back of his mind; the one that yearned for a specific type of playful attention.

But how could he ask for it? That’s completely out of the question. Luckily, Adam had a plan.

Adam started poking and prodding at Lawrence’s sides, the doctor flinching and grabbing the younger’s wrists, keeping them firmly contained.

“Hehey! What do you think you’re doing?” He looked at the brunette, eyebrow raised with skepticism.

Adam’s eyes sparkled with mischief; he had the feeling his plan was working.

“What’s wrong, Doctor? Ticklish?” He snarked with a smirk, watching his lovers face and trying to figure out what he was thinking.

Lawrence wasn’t a moron. They had been together long enough for him to know a thing or two about Adam, and this was one of his typical ploys for tickles.

Lawrence gave a knowing smile but decided to play along.

He laid Adam on his back and held him in his lap, pinning his hands above his head so quickly that Adam yelped with surprise.

The doctor gave a smug grin, pleased with the blush that tinted the younger’s cheeks.

“Not so snarky now, are you?” He raised his free hand and began to wiggle his fingers threateningly over Adam’s stomach, watching his eyes widen in anticipation as he kicked his legs and squirmed helplessly, failing to suppress anticipatory giggles.

“Wahait, come on, Larry- you know I didn’t mean that doctor joke! Hospitals smell great!” He giggled frantically, watching the wiggling fingers inch closer and closer to his skin, excitement in his eyes.

“Maybe not, but I’m still going to tickle you till you can’t think straight.”

Before Adam could protest again, Lawrence plunged his fingers into the sensitive flesh, scribbling and scratching skillfully.

“EHEHEEK! NOOO, DOHOHONT!!” Adam shrieked, futilely squirming from left to right, only for the tickles to follow.

“Oh please. As if you weren’t begging for this.” Lawrence mockingly scoffed, skittering up to the ribs.

Adam snorted with laughter, happy to receive the attention he wanted, but also embarrassing.

Adam’s cheeks flushed bright red, and noticeably so.

“I-I WAS NOHOHOT! YOU’RE CRAHAHAZY!”

The taller man hummed thoughtfully.

“Mm, no.. I don’t think I am.” He paused his attack.

“You see, what I think…” He pulled his hand back and moved to hover his fingers above Adam’s armpit, observing how his squirming got even more frantic.

“Nonono, dohohont!” Pleaded the brunette, an excited shimmer in his eye that was really pleading the opposite.

“Is that you really love…”

The fingers moved closer to their target.

“Lawrence, please!”

“To be…”

And closer…

“Haha- shut uhuhuhuuuup!!”

“TICKLED!”

With that, the doctors skilled fingers dug into the hollow of Adam’s armpit, eliciting a shrill screech from the smaller man, his laughter loud and boisterous.

“EEEK! LAWREHEHEHENCE!!” He thrashed and kicked, screams of laughter filling the small room. Lawrence was almost worried they’d get a complaint for the noise.

“What’s the matter, Adam? Ticklish?” He mimicked Adam from earlier, taking pride in the absolute glee he was bringing his boyfriend. Adam’s smile could light up any room, even their own dusty apartment.

“SHUT UHUHUHUP!!” He blushed red, turning his head to try and hide in the crook of his arm.

Adam tried to tug at his arms, but it was no use; Lawrence was much stronger than him. And besides, he was already weakened from all the tickles.

His eyes were glittery with the joy of a kid on Christmas morning, letting himself laugh uncontrollably under his boyfriend’s playful yet loving touch.

The doctor paused and watched the younger man catch his breath, cheeks flushed and eyes watery.

“You okay? Have you had enough?”

Adam grinned cheekily, eyes brightening again. “Is that all you got, Larry? I can handle a hell of a lot more than that!”

Lawrence laughed at the typical snark and enthusiasm that came from his lover.

He shook his head fondly and leaned down to press a kiss to Adam’s lips.

“You’re too much, but I love you.”

“I suppose I am pretty lovable.”

Lawrence rolled his eyes.

Where Adam contained all his sass, he had no idea. But what he did know, was that Adam had plenty of tickles in his future.