#Forest Gump reference

[w-h06]

Wind: "oh...W-Wild...what b-big teeth you have-"

Hyrule: "Wind- Wind buddy- Just give him his mask back-"

Wind: "WHAT?! NUH UH! WHAT HAPPENED TO BROS SUPPORTING BROS?!"

Hyrule: "Wind-"

Satori Wild: "FÎVË.."

Wind: "Shit he's counting."

Satori Wild: "FØÜR.."

Hyrule: "RUN WIND! RUN!!!"

[new-york-no-shoes]

PLEASE tell me I’m not the only one who shouts “RUN, Taylor, RUN” every night during august

[lacydollette]

NYE KISS ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: bf!drew x fem!reader

warnings: established relationship, socially akward reader, drew comforting reader, lots of fluff, kissing

You lingered near the edge of the ongoing party, clutching a glass of sparkling cider in one hand while nervously smoothing the hem of your dress with the other. You weren’t much of a party person, but when drew had invited you to spend new years with him and his friends, how could you say no?

You’d been seeing each other for a little over a month now—casual dates here and there, hours of late night calls and sweet moments during your visits on set. But nothing was official, nothing defined.

From across the room, Drew caught sight of you standing by yourseldf, your eyes scanning the crowd nervously, lowkey searching for Madelyn, she always knew how to make you laugh. Drew’s heart ached a little. You weren’t the type to throw yourself into the center of a party, but you’d come anyway, and that meant the world to him.

He excused himself from the conversation he’d been having with some friends before crossing the room to you. As soon as you saw him approaching, you felt relieved, lips curving into a shy smile.

“There you are,” he said warmly, his voice cutting through the noise around you. “I was starting to think you’d pull a forest gump.” You laughed softly at the reference, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Not yet. Just… taking it all in.”

“Is it too much?” he asked, his brows knitting together in concern, his palm finding the curve of your back. You shook your head, cheeks flushing. “No, it’s fine. I’m fine. Just not used to this many people.”

Drew’s lips twitched into a small smile. He could see you trying, stepping out of your comfort zone, and it made his chest ache in the best way. “Well, you’ve got me,” he said gently as he leaned closer. “You don’t have to worry about anything.” You nodded, your smile growing. “Thanks, Drew.”

For the next little while, he stayed close to your side, introducing you to more friends, sharing easy jokes to make you laugh, and sneaking glances at you when you weren’t looking. God, you were beautiful. Not just in the way you looked, but in the openness you carried even when you felt out of place. He admired that about you—how you tried, even when you were unsure.

As the night wore on and the countdown to midnight approached, the party shifted. People gathered in groups, laughter growing louder as everyone prepared to welcome the new year. Drew felt his stomach flip. He knew he wanted to kiss you once the counter hit zero—more than anything—but he wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with it.

You two found yourself standing together near the living room, Drew’s arms lingering on your waist, as the big screen on the wall showed the ball drop in Times Square. He glanced down at you. You looked nervous, fingers fidgeting with your glass, but there was a quiet kind of excitement in your eyes, too.

Drew had been thinking about kissing you for weeks now. He didn’t want to rush it, didn’t want to ruin the slow build between the two of you. But as the year ticked away, he couldn’t imagine a better time.

He shifted closer to you, his voice low and smooth. “y/n?” You looked up at him, eyes wide and bright. “Yeah?” He smiled softly, “So, I’ve been thinking.”

“About what?” You asked, curiosity spreading through you. He let his fingers brush against yours, a small, deliberate touch that made your cheeks flush. “About how the year’s almost over. And about how much better it would be if I started the next one with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and Drew stepped just a little closer, his hand grazing your again, this time lingering. “What do you say?” he asked, his voice soft but sure. “would you share your New Year’s kiss with me?”

Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes locked on his beautiful blue ones, and cheeks pink as you nodded slowly. “I’d like that.” Drew’s smile grew, his heart pounding at your answer. The crowd around you began counting down, voices rising in excitement.

“Ten… nine… eight…”

He took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together.

“Seven… six… five…”

His free hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin, leaving it tingling as he leaned in.

“Four… three… two…”

“Happy New Year, y/n,” he murmured, just before your lips met.

The kiss was everything the both of you had imagined it would be—soft, sweet, and unhurried, like the world had paused just for you. Drew’s hand tightened around your face, letting yourself fall into his touch. It was your first kiss with him, and he wanted to make sure you felt how special it was.

When you finally pulled back, Drew stayed close, his forehead resting lightly against yours. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he confessed, his voice a little breathless. Your shy smile grew, eyes shining as you whispered back, “Me too.”

The cheers and noisemakers of the party surrounded you, but Drew barely noticed. All he could think about was how this moment, this kiss, felt like the perfect beginning to something bigger.

What a way to start the year.

[daycourtofficial]

I finished! Here's a quick recap from the beginning to the most recent chapter!

Chapter 1: 

Y/N has a great ass and an incredible rack (in Mor’s words)

Y/N moves in with Cas 

 Mor and Cas have an established hook up relationship

Rhys brought pizza and referred to Y/N as “great rack” due to Mor’s description of people

Cas(big peen) has a mysterious third nipple

Immediate interest in Azriel (can you blame her, look at him)

Chapter 2:

”idgaf Azzy is down baddy in this series it’s been 12 hours in and he is gone baby” straight from A/N

Y/N has a group chat w/ Feyre and Mor tilted Hi, Barbie

Batboys are Adnois’ who live next to each other

Cas may have let Y/N move in to get appreciation sex from Mor

Y/N deserves an award for unknowingly being a wingwoman for Car

Az drives the moving truck back since Y/N almost got into 3 accidents (same girl same)

Cas is a loud roommate, sings hella loud in the morning (its Cas what do we expect)(snores like a chainsaw)

Cas is crap at karaoke 

Az a flirt, has Y/N’s license, asks her to smile so that he can say “There’s those dimples”

Az has a motorcycle, works on it on the regular

Az does see the messages of the barbie groupchat asking how hot he is in comparison to Chris Evans and Aragorn from LOTR after they drop the truck off and are on the way back to the apartment in Y/N’s car

Chapter 3:

Cas is a personal trainer, wrote his schedule on the fridge so that Y/N knows when he’d be gone

Dad calls, that ish went to voicemail

Feyre’s at work can’t hangout

Mor has an internship

Plans for axe throwing the next day (pin a photo of Y/N’s dad to the target)

Done unpacking, Clean apartment (and Cas’ sheets), and Grocery run for favorite meal (pasta)

Accidentally spills wine on self due to loud ad, proceeds to cook in her underwar

The day sucked, no more hiding though

Super Trouper by ABBA starts playing as the door opens, Y/N doesnt hear it until Rhys pauses her music as shes in the kitchen in her underwear

Rhys, Az, and Y/N just stare at each in silence until the pasta timer goes off (Az 100% staring hard)

Y/n goes to find pants while the boys drain her pasta

Rhys jokes that Cas is lucky if he gets to come home to the little show Y/N put on

Y/N invites the boys to dinner and hang out since she doesn’t wanna be alone

”Two hot dates for the evening” -Rhys

All watch Forest Gump (Y/N never saw the movie and didn't even make it halfway through the movie)

Az glares at Cas when he comes home cause Y/N is knocked out on his lap (Az gives bomb af head messages)

Cas: *eyebrow wiggle*

Az: *scowl*

Chapter 4:

Cas’ knee flares up if he does too much (his room is also messy AF and he keeps pads)

Pain meds are not with him, so they have to be with Az

Rhys and Cas had a pissing contest on who had the bigger tv and drunkenly bought tvs

Az is jacked

Az looking at our social media page (for Cassian’s safety)

Chapter 5:

Axe throwing with Feyre and the Bat Boys

Feyre and Rhys exchanging deets

Cas catches on that Y/N has the hots for Az (she plays it off that its Rhys…girl idk who you think you’re fooling)

Mor calls and is pouting cause we didn’t invite her out

The crew has dinner with Mor to make it up to her (and that she’s paying)

Cas: “the world is ending, who’re you sleeping with to save it?” Y/N: “Feyre cause shes a gentle lover”

Az has cold hands (okay Edward)

Az: Computer Science Major; Rhys: Double Major with business and engineering; Y/N: Biology Major

Az likes coding+Y/N hates coding=study buddies

Az trying to find any chance to schedule hang outs with Y/N

Az and Y/N exchange numbers

Chapter 6

Cas got a tramp stamp (blue candy heart that says babygirl) when he was blackout drunk the night of the axe throwing (only Y/N was there; she immediately tells Rhys and Az the next morning after she sobers up)

Y/N might low key be a bit jealous of Nesta being close with Az

Chapter 7

Mor set Y/N up on a date (off screen) was bad

Kept thinking about Az and Nesta’s “date”

Literally asked Az about his date with Nesta 

Elevator gets stuck, mini panic attack, but Az calmed her down

Az tells Y/N to stop being a people pleaser and stand up for herself (but in a nicer way)

Gets lunch with Az (who was picking lunch up for Cas)

First motorcycle ride

Chapter 8

Sandwich lunch date with Az 

 Azriel asks Y/N if she would go riding with him again and she said yes

Rhy’s dad is kinda in the picture (pays their rent, gave Rhys a credit and debit card, signed off on the bike for Az, gives Rhys extra money for going to family functions)

Dropped off Cas’ lunch (he was adamant that no one forgot about karaoke night)

No one else dressed up for themed karaoke except for Y/N and Cas (no one told Y/N)

Uber is not big enough for everyone, Y/N ends up sitting on Az’s lap, legs across Rhy’s lap and feet in Cas’ hands

Az and Y/N communicate through the notes app on the ride to Rita’s

Az holding Y/N in place (Y/N blushing cause girl I get it me too)

Mor ends up telling Feyre, Rhys, and Az that they have to dress up next time since none of them told Y/N that she didn’t need too

The girls end up on stage singing with Cas

Chapter 9

Az was EYEING Y/N last night and had a GRIP on her on the way home (homegirl was fucked)

Cas comes in and eats in the bathroom while Y/N is in the shower since he doesnt like eating alone

Cas ends up taking Y/Ns phone and goes to read the text Az sent her (and if he’s lucky, see some classy nudes) and send him a message (and delete said message)

Girls Night plus Cas

Feyre and Mor bombard Y/N with questions as to what is going on with her and Az

Cas was a spy and texted Rhy updates throughout the night

Chapter 10

Az is laying on the couch in Y/N and Cas’ apartment with a blanket and his tiny bat

Az told Y/N about his injuries on his hands

Both share an earbud and listen to My Love Mine All Mine but Mitski

THEY FELL ASLEEP ON THE COUCH TOGETHER

Cas catches them asleep on the couch

Chapter 11 

Y/N has a wet dream about Az…while sleeping on top of him

Class starts in 20 minutes and homegirl almost falls face-first into Az’s crotch

She kisses him on the forehead on her way out to class

Y/N tweezes Cas’ eyebrows

Mor not understanding that Y/N and Az slept together not slept together

Mor sets Y/N up on another date, she tries to say no but says yes since Mor said if it was bad then she won’t set her up every again

Chapter 12 

Mor helps Y/N get ready for her date

Y/N’s dad calls again

Mor drives Y/N to the date site

Its Mini golf (homegirl is wearing a mini black dress)

Y/N looks for her date in the blue shirt and finds Az (no surprise) in a blue shirt playing skee ball *queue spider man meme*

Both are checking each other out shamelessly

Az teaches her how to hit a golf ball 

Az borrowed Cas’ truck 

They makeout in Cas’ truck

End up getting ready to finish the date at Y/N apartment with pizza and movies (she ain’t that kinda gorl) (We all say Thank You Morrigan)

Chapter 13

Cas goes grocery shopping at Az and Rhys’ apartment

Fell asleep watching the Jurassic Park movies (nothing happened)

Y/N gives Az a sticker of a goose with a knife

They study together at a coffee shop so that they are free for the lakehouse trip 

They both decide to hide whatever they have from everyone on the lakehouse trip

Chapter 14.1

Rhys is a speed demon (driving 30 miles over the limit)

Cas and Mor drove separate from the group (probably to fuck)

Feyres bag may have been defiled by Mor and Cas 

Az and Y/n resort to texting each other (straight teasing each other at this point)

Az’s hand is on her thigh

They make it to the lakehouse, no sign of Cas on his GPS

Y/N learns more and Rhys’ and Az’s background

Rhys is having Y/N’s baby

Met up with Cas and Mor at Mama’s

Waitress takes a liking to Azriel which Cas teases him about

Y/N teases Az about the whole experience through text on the drive to the lakehouse, Az is flustered and read in the face

Y/N asks (texts) Az if he wants a girlfriend and he says he has someone in mind

You are an angel, a godsend. I’m gonna give you a little forehead smooch

[bobbybutterfly]

It’s been over 2 weeks since I last posted. Well. I hope that these four pieces were worth the wait.

Mulori! Boy I’m proud of this piece! I tried experimenting with colour by using warmer colours for shadows and cool colours for lights. She’s really giving angel of war descending from the heavens.

What to say about Mulori? Her death! You’re telling me that scout Gosemdouchi got a whole ass music video dedicated to him and Mulori gets NOTHING?! I’m outraged. But her edition of In the Years I Spent Far From Home is just so beautiful. Now I’m writing about it, I’m not sure if they made a separate cover for when she sings it in Operation White Snow or she was always singing it. Non the less it slaps.

Interesting was to see she’s shown often with Commander Gosemdouchi. He personally sends her off on her mission to stop the weasel spies (I’m sorry I don’t remember the name of their group). He cries when she dies, proclaiming they should fire their missiles for Mulori. The reason why I find it interesting is that when I went to write a short story about Mulori’s time in the military, I made them have a let’s say weird relationship. Maybe it got saved in my unconscious memory. Just like with Udochi being scout Gosemdouchi’s younger brother LOL. I thought I made that up but no!

I should maybe go back to that story sometime. Probably change Commander Gosemdouchi to a lower rank hedgehog that still has authority over her. A country leader would not have time to bully some low rank scout. Even though it is quite funny when I think about it.

Oewepali! I got told that this piece lacks depth because I use the same colours in the foreground and background. That’s a problem in all my pieces. It’s my fault for trying to use a very limited colour palette. Also what happened to his left arm and now that I’m looking at it, where’s his tail? The lighting too is… With the lighting in these pieces I wasn’t thinking about where it would logically go. I just made the lighter parts where they would look good compositionally. Yeah. I’m not that proud of the last two pictures.

As for what I think of this character… I originally thought that he got some developmental disability. I thought it would be interesting to write about a character during war that doesn’t really understand what’s going on. Kinda like Forest Gump. After rewatching the series (I still have to rewatch last two episodes) I came to the conclusion that he’s neurotypical but bullied by his brothers into thinking that he’s stupid. In the later episodes he’s shown to be actually quite capable. If I ever write a story featuring him I might give him like dyslexia though. I imagine he and his brothers went through a lot of trauma. Because he was the youngest and maybe had difficulty with learning they picked on him to let their frustration out.

Mulsajo! That’s right! I know his name now! I drew his paw like that because it was like that in the reference. I don’t really like it but I don’t have an idea how I would change it. I did change though, his teeth. My mom shown me rodent teeth because she didn’t like the mice have cat fangs. So he is a little more anatomically correct. Ignore the dog nose and that he’s anthropomorphic. LOL.

I took just so many screenshots! I should sometime post them. I love how they’re drawn in this picture! SO CUTE!

Mulsajo has one of the best designs in the show. The ripped up purple shirt is iconic. It was a while since I’ve seen the episodes with him. Before rewatching the show I thought he was a decent guy. Then I rewatch the show and he’s so mean to poor Oewepali. Dude can’t get a break. My head cannon still is that he’s nice but because they were starving, he’s aloud to be a bit grumpy. He’s also spiritual. Giving us one of the funnier jokes when Oewepali asks if he can eat the big fish only to be told no and then complain that Mulmangcho should have died earlier. This show’s dark humour is pretty great.

I want to develop my own mythology for my AU. Such as the mouse kings being descended from the sea god because Mulmangcho (he’s a king in exile in my AU) is often shown by the sea. It’s something I was thinking about when I drew this piece. It’s also inspired by Mulsajo’s death. Now if we’re talking about a main side character dying, Mulsajo has it the worst. He is never mentioned again in season 1. If you didn’t pay attention you wouldn’t have noticed he died. He is only sort of mentioned in season 2 episode 1. Mulmangcho is in disguise as a squirrel making up stories about what the wolves did to him and his family. He mentions his twelve dead brothers and how they cut off his tail. You begin to realise that he’s talking about what Flower Hill did to him. Obviously the moral is to never trust strangers no matter what they tell you. But I like to view it as a rare sympathetic scene for Mulmangcho. If someone was to write a continuation of season 2 I would like to see them expand on that scene.

Also fan art idea to design Mulmangcho’s 11 other dead brothers?

Last one up is Scout Gosemdouchi. Please don’t pay much attention to the plane. I really got to do some airplane studies. For the background I tried something more graphic and non literal. Lots of people I shown it to think he’s jumping out of the plane.

I actually have some trauma dumping I want to do. I swear it’s related to Squirrel and Hedgehog. If you don’t want to hear me whine about my catholic trauma then skip the next paragraph.

Alright then. Let’s get on with it. So I was like 8 years old. Our whole catholic school went to church. The priest starts preaching about this “real” story from China. The communists were cracking down on Christians. Some soldiers trashed a church. Taking special care the throw the Eucharist on the ground and stomp it with their muddy boots. Later a little girl would sneak into the boarded up church and lick the Eucharist off the ground. One day a soldier noticed her doing that AND SHOT HER ON SIGHT! Lesson? Be willing to die for your god.

I guess I like the cartoon because it reminds me of my childhood. LOL. Be sure to share your stories of childhood indoctrination in the comments! For real though, scout Gosemdouchi’s and Mulori’s deaths are to me the grossest parts of Squirrel and Hedgehog. Luckily I’ve got my head cannons that sort of fix that for me.

Originally this was the first picture I talked about but I found what I had to say was quite depressing. Plus religion is a touchy subject. I hope I didn’t offend anyone. I’m just talking about my own experiences. Also it’s good to have it off my chest. Now I don’t have to think about it anymore! YAY!

[bellewintersroe]

Ron Speirs x Fem reader.

Part 2 - the link for part 1 will be linked at the end :)

I’m not sure how many parts this will have, I’m just really in the mood to write about Speirs and this specific scenario! I’ve chosen to give fem reader a name of Jenny, idk why I just watched Forest Gump and it sprung to mind hahaha. but anyway, tw, mentions of sex, sexual references and tension, swearing, drinking, oral, fraternising in the army (big nono) and a little mention of reader feeling sad/ worried…

May 16th 1945, Zell am See, Austria:

Austria was beautiful, it was scenic and relaxing. The harrowing trauma’s of war was now a sour, lingering memory that none of us could quite shake. Germany and here were the closest we’d been to home in a long time, so on my days off I’d tried to make the most of what relaxation was again. When my mind wasn’t so plagued with the horrors of war, and I wasn’t treating the few injuries there was out here, there was something else, much more personal, filling my mind. And that of course was Captain Ronald Speirs.

Ever since our encounter in Germany, I’d avoided him at all costs, our interactions were slim to none. Well, I say that, but the lingering eye contact and shared glimpses across the room became a lot more prominent in the week since we’d slept together. I worried that he wouldn’t want to look or speak to me, that I was just some drunken fun, which I understood, that didn’t hurt my feelings. But the thought of him not wanting to speak to me or interact with me made me overwhelmingly anxious every time I was in a room with him. “Why do we even need anymore of these patrols anyway?” Betty muttered, trailing behind me as I chewed on the inside of my cheek worriedly. “Cos we’re an occupational force now, be lucky we’re not actually the ones patrolling, they coulda’ easily put us back treatin’ all those poor souls in the camps.” I shuddered at Helen’s worlds, the thought of heading back to those camps was enough to set me into a raging fit of horror. There was six of us army nurses left, Elizabeth was taken off the line due to a bad wound to her left leg, and Alice, my closest friend, was killed back in Bastogne.

“Mmmmh, yeah, I suppose.” Betty uneasily replied, my feet kicking on the grassy floor with a firm pout spread across my face. “What’s up with you?” Mary, the chief nurse then nudged up besides me. My head snapped up, shaking out of my moody daze. “Just wonderin’ what they’re gonna tell us in here.” I chewed on my lip. It wasn’t particularly a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth as well. “Oh, you know, the same old.” She squeezed my arm out of a small gesture of support. Oh, if only she knew the truth. She’d be slapping the back of my hands. The only person I’d 10000% trust with this news was Alice, she’d tell me exactly what to do, but she wasn’t here. “Fun.” I forced a half arsed smile, the six of us scrambling inside and joining our platoons. I was now the sole nurse for second platoon, whilst that didn’t mean much now, back after Bastogne and in Haguenau, the pressure I felt couldn’t have been any worse. What was even more fun, was when I walked in, I realised we were being briefed by Speirs, our commanding officer. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My face was as red as it could be, and every time his eyes landed on me I averted my gaze. It wasn’t feelings I harboured, or at least I didn’t think, I just felt insanely awkward and he was so insanely attractive. Flashbacks filled my mind of when we slept together, the way he was kissing me, how he was holding my face. Oh my god, my stomach would fill with butterflies each and every time. I’d then feel guilty for allowing such dirty thoughts and images to fill my mind, especially in a room of people, but I couldn’t help it. “You’re quiet.” Joe Liebgott nudged me, again, startling me out of my daydream. “Uh?” I answered a little too loud causing a few people to glimpse at me. Oops. “Oh, I’m just listening.” I whispered, hearing Joe attempt to hold back a snort of laughter at my lie. The moment of complete serious had me holding back laughter as a soft giggle escaped my lips, my hand moving up to stop me from giggling further. Worst of all, when I looked up to see if anybody had noticed, I made direct eye contact with Captain Speirs. That was the only thing that could destroy my laughter quicker than it started. His brows almost twitched at my laughter, but he was quick to divert his attention elsewhere. Great, now he probably thinks I was laughing at him. “Don’t.” I whispered, nudging Joe in a fake annoyance for setting me off.

“I didn’t even do anything!” He muttered back as I flashed him another amused smirk before turning back to the front. Eye contact with Speirs, again. Fuck. My face twitched out of awkwardness before turning back to my lap. “You’re making me laugh.” I uttered out, avoiding looking at the boy next to me who would make me cackle. “Not my problem…”

The meeting was soon dismissed a few minutes later, and I was relieved to get out of there, ready to scurry off until the request of my name almost made me jump out of my skin.

“Uh, Nurse Carmine, would you stay back for a minute, ma’m?” It was Captain Speirs. Joe nudged my arm in a way to say ‘good luck’ before he left with the rest of the men and women. “Yes, sir.” I politely responded, lingering on the edge of the table as he didn’t wait for the last people to exit the room. I don’t know what came over me, but the urge to laugh and smile was too strong. I grimaced my smile back, desperate to not burst out in nervous giggles. “Are you okay?” He asked unexpectedly, my head lifted to see him standing right there in front of me. Ugh, why did he have to be all handsome and brooding. “Yeah, I’m good, sir. Are you?” Again, I remained as polite as possible, acting oblivious to what happened between us the other week. Maybe if I act like nothing happened, then I could actually act somewhat less awkward around him. “Yeah.” He breathed out, moving a little closer which made my breath audibly hitch. He gave me a funny look before grabbing some papers and handing them directly to me. “Oh.” I awkwardly spoke, “these are yours, and I wanted to ask if you’d fill in instead of Nurse Johnson tonight? If I’m honest we need someone with a little more experience.” He looked directly into my eyes when he spoke to me, it was more than I could do, hell. “Oh, okay. Is there something bad planned tonight?” I gently asked, my hands gripping on the table besides me. Ron’s eyes slightly glanced down me, and I didn’t know if it was intentional or if I’d made it up in my head, but it still somehow turned me on stupidly fast.

“No, but it’s a Saturday night.” He inhaled. “Men are getting rowdy and there’s too much alcohol loose, I’ll give you all of next weekend off in return?” A smile once again grew on my face. “Sure- I mean, thank you sir.” I corrected as he flashed me a small smile. “I’ll see you tonight at 10, checkpoint is same as always.”

Nine hours and lots of pacing later, I was stood with the rest of the men gathered for the patrol. I didn’t really like being the only girl, I liked my girl company, but three years in the military really strips that away from you. It turns out Captain Speirs was right, as always, there was plenty of drunken men coming in with the most stupid accidents until the early hours of the morning. It was safe to say I was exhausted by the end of it, luckily none of the casualties were fatal, Spina and I had done a good job of patching the men up and I was pretty proud of the two of us.

I’d taken a shower before leaving that night, just as I’d gotten all ready for bed, I’d remembered I’d left my bag in the field hospital. God knows who could’ve snuck into the tent at anytime, so I had to rush back out in the darkness, alone to retrieve my things. I was dressed simply in my small night gown, with a large jumper hugging around me for protection against the nippy air of the cool Austrian night.

Rummaging around, I was relieved to find my bag exactly where I left it, nothing had been looted or moved but- “oh my god!” I was startled to the core when a figure snuck into the tent besides me. Spinning around defensively, I noticed it was only Captain Speirs with a stunned expression on his face. “Why are you still in here?!” Once he seemed to calm from his shock, he questioned me, walking over to where I was stood. “I left my bag, I-I had to run out to get it.” The hand on his gun fell when he realised it was only me. I was a little stunned by the fright in his voice, but I figured after being on edge for years, it was hard to rid the feeling. I knew it all too well. “I thought you were-“ he cut himself off, shaking his head. “I thought you were a Kraut.” When I least expected it, a soft laugh escaped his lips. My mouth was still hung slightly agape, a borderline forced giggle left my mouth. “Do I look like a Kraut?” I very slowly asked, a hint of playfulness covering my voice as I stepped closer towards the exit, and therefore closer to him. “In the dark, maybe.” He muttered out, clearly joking. “Well I’m offended.” I giggled, twisting my hands together as I glanced back down to them. “You shouldn’t be.” He muttered, as I felt him stepping a little closer to me. Instantly, I felt like I was on fire, I swallowed the anxious lump in my throat, nerves making me fidgety, as when I looked up he was a lot closer to me now. “I shouldn’t?” My gaze roamed over his face, tilting my chin up so I could face him better now. Ron shook his head as I held my breath, anticipating whatever the fuck was about to happen between us. “Thank you for doing this tonight.” A shy smile grew on my face as I shrugged, “it’s fine, honestly. Wasn’t that bad.” The way I was gazing up to him must’ve practically been oozing desperation, I hoped he got the hint, because I could feel myself getting more hot and bothered. There was so much tension between us, lingering around in the darkness, and whatever I was overthinking before suddenly seemed unimportant when he was stood there looking so handsome. Ron stepped closer, head dropping down to my level as he gently lifted a hand up to my hip, leaning down to kiss me slowly, yet deeply.

God, the action was so smooth, he had me melting into him within an instant. The kiss was a lot less of a mess compared to the last drunken one, I hadn’t kissed somebody sober in years, so it almost felt foreign to me.

I hope I hadn’t forgotten how to kiss, oh my god. A singular hand resting on the back of my damp hair, made me hum a little against his lips. He was such a good kisser, moving his lips against mine slowly. Only when his hands ran down the small of my back, over my hips and back up to my waist did I doubt what I was doing.

“Captain Speirs, sir, I-“ I jumped back, pulling off from the kiss as both our hands remained on one another. “Mmh?” He genuinely seemed confused, concerned, it gave an innocent kinda look to him. “What’s wrong?” He then panicked, hands sliding off me as I glanced around the empty tent, lost on what to say. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“ he began to step away, but I prevented him when my hand landed on his shoulder.

“Wait-“ I whispered, moving back up to kiss him once more. We shared a few small kisses, borderline pecks, until the kiss became passionate once again. “Are you okay?” He asked, once again, I found it a little funny, him striking up a conversation in the middle of this. We’d spoken more in the past 2 minutes than we ever had. “Yeah.” I muttered against his lips, nodding into the kiss as I felt myself stumbling backwards, back pressing against the edge of the table top. Pulling me upwards, and into his body, Speirs rested a hand on my lower back and I could slowly feel my inhibitions becoming none existent as I continued to make out with my commanding officer.

All worrying thoughts aside, it actually felt dirty and fun, like a little secret- our secret. And that turned me on. The way Speirs’s manhood was already hardening for me after just kissing, I questioned if he’d been feeling like this about me all day? I had flashbacks to when I last had his cock inside of me, I began needing that so desperately again. Before I could register it fully, my hand was pushed down his pants, stroking over his erection as he panted slowly against the kiss. No words were spoken as I pulled him out of the confinements of his uniform trousers, sinking down to my knees to perform oral sex on him.

I enjoyed myself, my skills from years ago came back from muscle memory, and the sight of Speirs trying to stay quiet was overwhelmingly sexy. My head was bobbing at a fast rate, Speirs was tense and held the back of my head, taking deep breaths to prevent any moans or groans escaping his mouth. With a quick tap on the hand, I pulled off and his hand wrapped over mine, over his cock as he very quickly reached his peak and came into his hand with a shudder and a slight groan.

Slightly proud, and extremely turned on, I stood up, smiling up to the breathless man. His attention quickly turned up to me as I smiled softly. “Oh, tissues.” I quickly remembered, feeling a little awkward before retrieving them so he could clean up the mess and dispose of the tissues after. Once Speirs had tucked himself back in his pants and semi tidied himself up I felt a little awkward, knowing I probably should leave to avoid being caught by any nursing staff coming in to start their early shifts. “I gotta go.” I whispered, watching him tucking his shirt back into his uniform trousers. “Leave after me, people will see.” I informed him, his hand stroking over my hand, dropping it when I’d headed off out of the tent with a slight bounce in my walk. Holy fucking shit- how and why had that just happened, if I was in a torn mindset about it before, now how was I supposed to feel?!

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heres the link for part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/bellewintersroe/714865960607236096/i-dont-think-hitler-would-mind-us-staying-here?source=share

part 3 should be more interesting than this, this is just a little filler chapter.

[nifilmgirly]

My First Film Job😊

Welcome to my first post...Its all a bit cringe, but as I'm currently unemployed again I thought I would speak about how I got to where I am now.

Starting way back at the beginning, my A-Levels, which were four years ago now... crazy... I studied Performance Art, Moving Image Arts, Politics and Government and finally History. I have always been very interested in film and was massively influenced in my taste by my dad. A staple of my childhood was watching movies with my dad, which at times was questionable, see examples such as; watching Forest Gump aged eleven and not understanding any cultural references, watching pulp fiction and that.... scene and also getting far too much enjoyment out of a good shitty apocalypse sci-fi.

Truly my fascination started when I was studying for my Moving Image Arts A-Level. This was a film studies subject and to go beyond the level of active viewer to being given the tools to analyse and think more deeply about how and why these movies were created was revelatory [pardon the dramatics]. I found myself unable to watch media anymore without thinking about the techniques that were used, why they were used and how they made me or were supposed to make me feel. I think this was the first time i considered genuinely pursuing a career in film and performance. Whilst it was always something I was passionate about I thought I had to study something more ''serious'' or attainable, which now I can look back at and laugh. People will always tell you that you won't be good enough, whether that be your peers or your careers advisor, but if you're passionate then I would say go for it... I did.

Time jump now, I went to University of Bristol to study theatre and film. Firstly, moving to England during the covid era was a... choice. I wouldn't change it for the world now but that is not to say that it wasn't extremely difficult. I thoroughly enjoyed my three years of study[and working my ass of in a pub to pay my rent] but have since moved back to Northern Ireland. The industry here is thriving and more and more projects are popping up all over the place.

Which brings me to... MY FIRST FILM JOB. I managed to wrangle my way on to the set of How To Train Your Dragon live action, which was being shot in Belfast.[ Shooting has since wrapped]. Look, trying to get into this industry is all about who you know... and I don't know anyone, therefore some serious grafting was in order. The level of stalking I did here is slightly psycho, however it paid off, so, we can ignore the unhingedness.

I loveeee the HTTYD series and because of this follow the director, Dean on instagram. He posted about shooting in Belfast and I took notice, the way I was scouring the internet for job postings about this project was obsessive. I knew where they were shooting and that it was starting in January but not much else. I half considered just appearing on the set and asking if I could help them out for free. However, through reddit posts and a fortunate coincidence of a sister of a friends flat mates uncle [girl...] working on the building the set, I finally found a job opening for a [drumroll] barista. So, not exactly what i wanted to do but with about 5 years of hospitality experience behind me I thought, fuck it, a wins a win.

So, I was in, I worked on this set from the start of January until they wrapped last week. I can not speak highly enough of my time on the catering side of film production. It has given me a real insight as to how a set works and just how many cogs are turning to make it work. This crew were some of the most lovely people I have ever worked with and from watching the way the set works it has definitely cemented to me that I want to work in this world. Through this experience I have met numerous new people involved in production and learnt about what exactly it is that they do.[yay for organic nepotism win]. I have also heard insights to what is being filmed and possible job leads near me. I would highly recommend that if you're trying to break into this world [which admittedly is cliquey] getting in via catering. It is an amazing starting point as an entry level role.

<So there it is, my [very condensed] journey to where I am now. The downfall of this industry is of course, that there can end up being breaks in employment when there is no shoot to move on to. That's where I am now, which is why I decided to write this blog. I want to document if i can break into the production world on a deeper level, what I learn as I work and maybe show people how I've done it as a girl from the middle of nowhere in Northern Ireland with zero connections. If I can do it, you can probably do it too :] >

[trashmouth-richie]

Forest gump reference in the new blurb?? Did I miss one?

it’s from cold shower the one where reader walks in on eddie receiving a blowie 🥲

[attapullman]

Mo-Mo m'dear, I had a little thought about Rhett that I wanted to share with you that I had been going back and forth about with a dear friend the other night. I did end up writing it as a fic but it's just too good to not share (lol).

Royal might not have been the most attentive dad with Rhett when he was growing up, he tried, Lord help him he tried (alot of it was because Perry was a little shithead and Royal was exhausted from trying to deal with him). But when the grandbabies started putting in appearance, Royal tried at least 20x harder to make time for both you, them and his son.

One of your little boys comes to him one day and begs Papa to teach him how to play piano and you and Rhett are shocked that Royal knows how to play really, really well. It's mostly movie soundtracks he knows how to play, but you and Rhett can't help but smile when your little guy gets all excited when Papa starts playing "Hedwig's Theme" from Harry Potter.

Royal plays all the ones you and Rhett recognize right away, "The Feather" from Forest Gump, "Red Warrior" from The Last Samurai, "Now We Are Free" from Gladiator, "May It Be" From Lord Of The Rings and "Tennessee" from Pearl Harbor. You and Rhett are trying so hard to not cry when he plays "Oogway Ascends" from Kung Fu Panda and especially when he starts unexpectedly playing "Fireflies" by Owl City which played on yours and Rhett's very first date (lol).

Mo-Mo I hope this isn't too weird, it's been on my mind the last couple of days and I really, really wanted to share it (lol).

My dearest Mary, this is not weird in the slightest!!

In reference to the show, I think that makes such a good point of Royal and Cecelia had a hot-tempered, off-the-walls kid in Perry so they didn't give that much attention to Rhett because he was calmer and quieter.

So I LOVE the idea that once Perry is (hopefully far) away that Royal puts in the effort with his grandkids and has fun with them. And it oddly feels fitting that he'd definitely know movie theme songs! Probably all that's been playing in the house since the babies arrived is Disney!

Imagine bringing the family over to the ranch for Sunday night dinner, sitting on the couch with Rhett and watching the boys climb up onto the piano bench with Royal attempting to move their tiny fingers in the same way 😭

Oh, this is literally such a sweet, fun thought! Thank you for sharing with the class!

[aggiemae]

I caught that Forest Gump reference there Ashley.

[playapotrero]

SEGURIDAD | What everyone is talking about behind closed doors and offline.

In our small fishing and farming village—turned gringo hotspot—beyond the fight for water, the exponentially rising costs of living, and Ticos getting pushed out by foreigners, crime is a very real and growing side effect of its gentrification, or what more and more are referring to as neo-colonization (1) (2).

Yesterday morning, Tuesday the 5th of November, the OIJ (the primary law enforcement agency of Costa Rica) carried out several raids in San Jose and Guanacaste. These raids resulted in the arrest of six suspects of a criminal group dedicated to house robberies, with “what is believed to be up to an economic loss of ₡1,000 million” (3) (just under USD$2 million).

Specifically, in one of the raids, the suspects were apprehended from an AirBnB they were renting in the neighborhood of Surfside, Potrero (4). According to US Embassy officials, it is not unknown that areas with a concentration of AirBnBs and short-term rentals, like Surfside, are incredibly vulnerable to this type of crime, especially when it’s easy to discover what items are—and potentially are—inside for the taking (5).

LOOKING AT THE BIG PICTURE

While the unprecedented growth in our region (6) has made it clear there has been a huge injection of money to our beach town and neighboring poblados, it is arguable if the flood of new money has actually brought better infrastructure, diverse culture, and (as we are talking about it) reduced crime—the core “pros” of gentrification, as many champion.

By way of illustration:

Our unregulated roads, although now paved because of growth, are too narrow and unsafe (7) for the large population of those without the luxury of vehicles, among other factors like poor planning for drainage, resulting in the floods we are experiencing today.

The threat of the irreversible salinization of our aquifer becomes more real (8) (9) with more green lights given for continued development, all the while water shut offs are still real when the rain stops in dry season.

More historical locations and local identity is actively being torn down (10), in the same breath as new laws are proposed to allow fresh businesses in their place (11), and furthermore, those in local seats denouncing these acts are stripped of their titles (12) .

Locals are being outpriced and displaced from their community (13), replaced with 2nd homes used for financial gain by foreigners.

Our local police do not have the money for their own station, let alone could justify asking for more reinforcements, as their pleads to get support and real documentation on crime (14), like denuncias, are swept under the rug.

It seems like what we used to experience as local petty theft in hard times is turning into a social desperation and crime epidemic. Not to mention, right or wrong, the palpable animosity towards the foreigner influx and domination of these targeted regions, seems intrinsic to this growing problem.

 

HOW DO WE MOVE FORWARD? HOW DO WE STAY SAFE?

It is critical, more so than ever, that everyone in our community not only be aware of these issues and take them into consideration, but also have open and transparent communications with a shared goal of preserving the safety of the people, land, and wildlife of our beloved poblados: A concerted effort by everyone, old and new, together.

This includes making sure to integrate with your community and hopefully full-heartedly. We offer the following suggestions:

Know your neighbors. A friendly “Upe” can bypass the lack of doorbells, and allow for an introduction to a relationship along the lines of a Gump to your Forest. Small towns are incredibly conducive for neighbors looking out for you in times of need, and vice versa, even if you don’t like each other.

Connect with your community. Join your local ADI (Associacion Desarrollo Integral de [insert town]). They are the only legally recognized, government sanctioned organization at the community level (in accordance with Law 3859 (15)). Each town has different projects and priorities, therefore it’s important to join in the local conversation; so you not only know what’s going on, but can be a part of the solution with suggestions, attending important town halls, volunteering, voting for your representatives, etc.

Potrero: adiplayapotreroorg@gmail.com

Flamingo: info@adiflamingo.org 

Brasilito: adibrasilito.1994@gmail.com 

Huacas: juntadirectivaadihuacas@gmail.com 

If you don’t see your town listed, give ‘em a google, or reach out to us. We are connected with the Unión Costera, the association of ADIs from Potrero down to Junquillal (currently).

Speak Spanish, or at least try. It can be challenging to learn a new language, but not only is it the national language, it is the language of your neighbors. Trying to speak Spanish, shows respect and good faith to the community you are a part of, and goes noted.

Know your surroundings. We covered neighbors, but do you know where your local police are? Do you know their limitations, needs, asks…you name it? Please read some outlined points from one of the important meetings with government representatives, OIJ, local police (Fuerza), local organizations and the community back in February, when a resident of the area was critically injured from a brutal robbery walking on the streets of Surfside.

Most importantly, in cases of emergency, call 9-1-1 first. All calls are recorded and can be used as data points. The operator will connect you with the appropriate party. For local office numbers, see the following:

Fuerza Flamingo:  2654-5086 |  2654-6136

Coast Guard Flamingo: 2654-5033 | 2654-6193 | Canal 16

Fuerza Brasilito:  2600-2086

OIJ Santa Cruz: 2681-4062, 2681-4099

For more local authorities, Upe is a great one stop resource for our and surrounding communities (see the bottom of their homepage for Police, Fire, Medical, etc).

Network online for safety. ADI Tamarindo, one of the highest performing ADIs in CR, has been able to vet and impressively connect their community to the local police on the ground with an app called SoSafe. It costs them $1 per year, per user. While Potrero has not been able to make the direct connection yet, the app is free. As a user, you can receive/make notifications on robberies, suspicious activities, water breaks, even lost dogs. While of course it is not optimal for the community that the police in Flamingo/Potrero/Brasilito are not directly connected and held responsible to reports on the app yet, it is worth noting SoSafe is a useful data source with metadata attached, especially since there is a tendency to refrain from filing (desperately needed) official police reports, denuncias.

We whole-heartedly love our community and want to move forward safely, and in peace with all our neighbors. Please let us know if you have additional suggestions for the safety of your community members, so they can be shared with your neighbors.

Moreover we have provided outside resources for reference on many points. We invite the sharing of more information with a multitude of resources, so we can more clearly see the big picture from more sides. Feel free to share more with us, if you feel we missed any.

Juntos podemos. Ya, vamos!

Amor, amor, amor,

Potrero Post

potreropostcr@gmail.com

{Miér. 6 Nov 2024 | 15:15 }

[kindauglypikachuicon]

Genshin Impact’s event, “Summertide Scales and Tales”

Part 4 Final

A “Forest Gump” reference

“Attack on Titan” reference

[castlebyersafterdark]

Noah is adorable - according to his letterbox he's never seen the Godfather, Jurassic Park, or Forest Gump??? Or the Neverending Story and Back to the Future, which is hilarious since they're such big stranger things references.

[govindhtech]

How Nimble Models Make AI Accessible to All

Efficiency with Nimble Models

A continuous progression over a period of many years makes it feasible for generative artificial intelligence to become a prominent topic of discussion. In spite of the fact that a great number of enormous models with billions or even trillions of parameters were constructed, the reverse is true for smaller models with fewer than twenty billion parameters that might be just as accurate. Small and Nimble model: The Fast Path to GenAI was the title of a webinar that he organized in order to dissect this trend. Gadi Singer, Vice President of Intel Labs and Director of Emergent AI Research Lab, and Moshe Berchansky, Senior AI Researcher at Emergent AI Research Labs, Intel, were also present on the webinar.

These are the highlights of the webcast that he presents in this blog, and he encourages you to view the whole webcast so that you may have a better understanding of the content of the debate. Be sure to watch the really fascinating multi-modal generative AI demo that was created using a Llama 2 7B model. The video included the inclusion of the book Forest Gump as extra local material by means of Retrieval-augmented generation (RAG). Additionally, the show demonstrated how the model generated text from photos in addition to text from the book.

The Predicament Facing developers

There are a lot of options available to developers when it comes to generative artificial intelligence. A limited number of huge models are useful for broad and multi-purpose applications, whereas a large number of tiny models are useful for enhancing efficiency, accuracy, security, and traceability. The following considerations are necessary for constructing and designing generative artificial intelligence models:

Giant vs tiny, Nimble models (smaller by ten to one hundred times)

Open source models vs proprietary models

Generation that is retrieval-centric as opposed to retrieval-augmented

Types of models: general-purpose vs specialized and customized

The inference between cloud-based and local (on-premises, edge, or client)

As opposed to being tiny and Nimble model, giants were brawny

At this point in time, “small and Nimble model” refers to approximately anything that has less than 20 billion characteristics. The size criterion is a changing objective that may double in 2024; nonetheless, it provides a snapshot comparison versus 175 billion parameters for the ChatGPT 3.5 or more than a trillion for other systems. Scaling smaller models across an organization is more cost-effective than scaling larger ones because smaller models are simpler to change continually and run more quickly than larger ones.

It is worth noting that Dolly, Stable Diffusion, StarCoder, DALL·E, and Phi are all very effective models that operate at this scale. A recent demonstration of the remarkable gains that so-called “small language models” have made on benchmarks in terms of common sense, language comprehension, and logical reasoning was made by Microsoft Research’s Phi 2, which has 2.7 billion parameters. Such findings provide support for the idea that smaller models should play substantial roles, especially in mixed implementations alongside bigger ones.

Alternatives to open source software

In their article, Gadi and Moshe highlight the significance of open source in the development of GenAI models that are both compact and Nimble model. It was in February of 2023 when Meta launched LLaMA, which had models with 7 and 13 billion parameters respectively. It had a great deal of power, and it was first released as open-source software. In a short period of time, a series of animal-named models emerged, beginning with Alpaca, which was constructed on LLaMA by Stanford University, followed by Vicuna, which was developed by UC Berkeley, and then Falcon, Orca, and LLaMA 2 were all developed.

In comparison to what a single firm might do on its own, the quick, ongoing, and open growth of GenAI is far more impressive. Smaller models have caught up to several discrete benchmarks, despite the fact that GPT continues to be more powerful at a broad range of jobs.

In contrast to retrieval-centricity, retrieval-augmented

Data that has been trained using the model is essential for retrieval-centric models. Every single one of the initial versions of GPT-3 was dependent on the data that was stored inside the parametric memory of the GenAI model. This method is unable to take into account critical newer information, which might put the results of corporate operations at risk since it relies on information that is out of date.

This deficiency was addressed by the development of retrieval-augmented generation, often known as RAG. As a means of providing the model with more context, a retrieval front end makes use of numerous vector stores since it makes it possible to retrieve indexed and recent data. Because of this, the data that is entered is more verifiable and up to date, which results in findings that are more credible and also makes solutions more value.

General-purpose as opposed to specific and individualized

According to the conversations that are taking place with business clients about GenAI, they have seen an increase in the demand for specialized models that are adapted for particular functionality as opposed to the general wishes for a general-purpose, all-in-one model. Regarding the supply chain, for instance, a big healthcare provider posed the question, “Why would they want the same model to deal with their patient files as they do with their supply chain?” This is a valid concern, and the fine-tuning techniques that are already available and may be applied to more compact open-source models are an effective option.

The cloud against the local

When discussing the development of AI models, it is impossible to have a thorough discussion without taking into account the concerns around data security and privacy. Every business is required to give careful attention to these factors before sending data to a location where it is exposed to third parties outside the control of the company’s ownership. Keeping data local is made simpler by smaller models, regardless of whether they are operated on personal computers, private clouds, or any other platform.

Leveraging the tiny and Nimble model inflection point as a foundation

Currently, researchers at Intel Labs are working on a variety of enhancements for general artificial intelligence (GenAI) in the near future. These enhancements include efficient LLMs and the technologies that are required to support them.

Read more on Govindhtech.com

[youngbounty]

Thank you for this!

As someone that is Autistic and was diagnosed at the age of 16, it does feel unnerving when people refer to fictional characters as Autistic that were never written to be Autistic or clarified as such. Like I would see people posting about how Damian and/or Jon is Autistic coded and it’s annoying as fuck.

It’s fine to write a fan fiction about a character being Autistic, especially if it’s tagged “Autistic Damian.” I don’t do it personally, but there are creative liberties when writing fan fictions. I don’t even mind head canons or theories of characters possibly having mental illnesses or disabilities so long as there is an understanding of the disability and that those are not factual evidence of anything canon. I could say Batman has DID until the cows come home, but unless DC establishes it in his Character Bible, it is not canon and he does not have it. (Btw I don’t think Batman has DID)

Besides, I like it better when trauma, mental illnesses or disabilities aren’t given a name and we come to our own conclusions. Forest Gump was disabled and the movie never gave it a name. I like it better that way, because then the audience can come to their own conclusions without offending anyone.

Can we please stop referring to characters that aren’t autistic as autistic without context? I don’t mean imagining a character to be autistic, I mean as a blanket statement like “they’re so autistic” that is used to imply something else. It reminds me of the “that’s so gay” era where people applied a term that had no validity to the topic at hand and it did harm to the legitimate LQBTQ+ community. Or using the R-word to refer to someone or thing. Freely using “autistic” in such a way is following the same vein and could lead to negative connotations for the autistic community.

I’m not saying people are intending to use the word in a bad way, the posts I’ve seen are more so using “autistic” to mean cute, funny, silly, wild, crazy-cool, but it’s still not appropriate to me. Just use the actual words like funny, silly, etc. that you are implying instead of autistic as autism is a neurodevelopmental condition. This is totally different if the person making the post is autistic themselves.

Seeing posts of characters hanging out together with blanket statements “they’re so autistic” is what I mean. Why is hanging out with others autistic?

It’s different if you have autism and see autism in characters or even if you don’t have autism and you see autistism in characters, but maybe consider explaining for everyone else.

I have autistic friends and family, and this trend isn’t sitting right with me and is becoming more and not less prevalent at this time.

[trashmouth-richie]

*sees the Forest Gump reference in your new blurb*

HAHAHAHA

always and forever 💞