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[gyeomsweetgyeom]

The Return of Superman- Mark

(cw: f!reader called “mama”, a child duh)

Mark had spent a good few decades with a lot of his life documented on cameras. There were music videos, behind the scenes vlogs, cameras, talk shows, selfies, you name it- he did it. There was however, one area of his life that wasn't show or documented for the public. That was you, your marriage, and his son.

There had of course been the announcement on SM's end about Mark being in a relationship, then there was SM the announcement five years later about the two of you being married paired with a post from Mark with a wedding picture of the two of you where your face wasn't seen, and then the last announcement 3 years ago announcing the birth of his son.

Mark completely understood and agreed with your apprehension to show aspects of your life to the public, especially regarding your son. There was the occasional post with you and you can recall the uproar it caused across social media when Mark finally posted your full face on his public account. It was complete madness. People had managed to track down your place of work and even found other pictures of you from your friend's account. You had reason to be apprehensive regarding the privacy of you family.

However, as your son got older, you and Mark got more comfortable sharing more and more about your life, still being mindful of your privacy. So when Mark's managers called and mentioned his own episode on The Return of Superman, you had both discussed it and cautiously agreed with a few conditions. Conditions that were met with no argument since Mark was such a big celebrity to lock in.

--

Mark was sitting in the confessional, the familiar black curtain behind him as he introduced himself to the camera, "uh yeah, hi. My name is Mark Lee, I've been a member of NCT since 2016. My wife and I have been married for almost 9 years and our son is 3 years old."

He pauses as he listens to a producer as a question. He chuckles and shakes his head, "My son and I spend a lot of time together, but loves his mom. I try to take him out for some father and son bonding, but he cries for mom after an hour, when he play together he always involves her. It's great, I obviously love her too, but I think these few days the two of us will be kind of rough."

The scene cuts to the cameras panning over the space of yours and Mark's home as the commentators laugh and predict what they think will happen.

Mark is shown sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes tiredly before putting on his glasses and heading for his son's room. You had left the night before for a much needed girl's weekend with friends. You waited until your son was gone, peppering his chubby cheeks with kisses as he slept in his toddler bed before sneaking out of the room and bidding Mark goodbye with his own barrage of kisses and watery eyes. You knew Mark would be fine alone. He was a good dad and his confidence had skyrocketed once his son had grown out of the shaky steps phase.

"Wow, that is such a cool boy room!" One of the commentators marveled as the camera in Mark's son’s room showed the room covered in Spider-man. He had Spider-man sheets, blankets, wall stickers, toys, books- everything.

Mark smiled softly at the sight of his son sprawled across his little bed, still deeply asleep. Mark made his way to the kitchen and began making breakfast. He turned on the rice maker and began cracking eggs into the pan, watching tiredly as they turned from translucent to white.

One commentator cleared her throat, "this is interesting. Isn't it well-known that Mark can't cook eggs? I wonder if he's gotten better or his son likes them?"

The scene shows Mark and his son sitting at the dining table, his son blinking slowly and using both his hands to keep his head up. Mark laughs softly, scooping up a spoonful of rice and fried egg to feed his son. Usually, he'd be able to feed himself but this morning he's just too sleepy and Mark admittedly likes babying him. He is still a baby.

His son tiredly chews, his eyebrows furrowing and his face falling into one of confusion. He opens his eyes fully as he leans away from the next spoonful of food heading for him. "What's that?" his little voice asks as his finger points at the egg.

"It's eggs and rice, bub. Say ah," Mark instructs.

"Mama made it?" his son asks while turning his cheek away from the spoon.

"No, I made it," Mark replies, deciding to instead take the bite of food for himself.

His son scrunches his face up and takes the fried egg from his bowl and places it into Mark's, "yucky, Appa. No thank you!"

Mark tilts his head back with a roll of his eyes as the commentators laugh and compliment his son's good manners despite him calling the egg 'yucky.'

The scene cuts to Mark and his son standing in the entryway of your home, putting on their shoes. As Mark opens the door, his son freezes, "is Mama sick?"

Mark is hesitant to respond, "no, Mama isn't here. Remember it's going to be just me and you until tomorrow night?"

He can hear the familiar catch of his son's breath as he nervously looks up at Mark, "she's ok? She's coming tomorrow?"

Mark feels his heart melt, and the commentators all aww and coo over how cute the 3 year old is. Mark crouches down in front of him, picking him up and hosting him onto his hip, "of course she's coming back. Come on, we're going to go ride bikes at the park and get dinner with uncles later. Does that sound fun?"

His son sniffles and nods, "and ice cream?"

Mark laughs, "yes, and ice cream."

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The camera crew follows Mark and his son around the park, watching as Mark teaches the boy to pedal and steer the bike. He eventually gets the hang of it and begins riding around on his own with a big smile. His little laughs and giggles fill the air as he zooms in every direction much faster than Mark or any of the cameramen expected, especially the cameraman tasked with following the boy around with his heavy camera.

It's all going well, no tears, no complaints, not even a mention of you, until the tricycle comes to an abrupt stop and turns when it gets too close to the edge of the grass. Mark sprints over the second he sees the tricycle teeter over and makes it to his son before the tears start.

He keeps calm as he looks his son over for any wounds, finding none and immediately being filled with relief. His son must have just gotten scared from the fall. Nonetheless Mark holds him close and rocks him as he cries into Mark's t-shirt.

"I want Mama," his son cries.

"I know buddy, I'm sorry. Does it hurt anywhere?"

His son continues to cry and shakes his head, his sobs turning into sniffles as he calms down. Mark pushes the hair away from his son's forehead and presses a long kiss to the sweaty skin, "you are being so brave, bub. I know it was scary, huh? I am so proud of you."

"And Mama too?" his son asks with watery eyes.

"Yes, and Mama too. You can tell her all about it when she comes home tomorrow. You can tell her that you heal fast like Spider-man."

His son perks up and his eyes brighten, "like Spider-man?"

Mark nods and stands, with his son in one arm and the tricycle in the other, "Oh yeah, big guy. Just like Spider-man, whenever he gets scared he keeps going, right?"

This sets his son off on his little tangent about Spider-man fighting the Green Goblin, then Doc Oc, and how he uses his webs and how the bad guy loses and Spider-man always wins.

The scene cuts to Mark in the confessional, "I really have enjoyed my time on the show, but I may be worse than my son. If you have me back, can she stay too? Please."

[yellowdribble]

Thinking about micro/macro omorashi scenerios~

I’ve seen a couple people touch on the subject, but in general I think micro/macro omorashi is kind of an untouched goldmine

Obviously there’s so much potential for a micro character to get desperate in a world that’s too big for them

(Someone may have done this one- I don’t remember- but sharing anyway) A fairy or other small micro getting captured in a jar by a macro character and getting increasingly desperate while in their clear glass confinement that offers absolutely no privacy. also imagine the macro being kinda mean and shaking the jar on purpose to torture the micro eventually making them wet

Maybe a micro character that got stuck in a macro world unexpectedly- and this guy is the type to never pee outside or any unusual places. He will ONLY pee in a toilet thank you very much. So he gets taken in by a macro character and when the need arises, he attempts to use the ginormous toilet that’s in the macro house. Unfortunately he falls in and almost drowns. So now he’s too terrified to use the toilet, but too stubborn to explore other options of relieving himself. So the next time he needs to pee, he just holds it. obviously he cant hold it forever though.

There could also be the simple fear wetting- a micro encounters a macro and is absolutely terrified at seeing such a huge monstrous being! So scared that maybe at first they don’t notice that warm patch growing in their pants

A friendly macro who carries a micro in their pocket, but one day the micro is super desperate, but too shy to let the macro know. So micro is just bouncing around in this giants pocket, feeling every giant footstep and gripping their crotch for dear life. Eventually they can’t take it any more. They start to leak, and then those leaks turn to spurts and eventually their bladder just gives in and empties. The macro is confused as to why their pocket with their tiny friend is starting to get warm and wet.

A macro finds a micro character, and omg they’re so cute!! The micro is just like a little doll! You can put them in cute little doll clothes and have a tea party, and this doll actually will drink the tea and make conversation back. When the tea party is over, the macro can just put the micro in their doll house. After all everything is just the right size, right?

Unfortunately all that very real tea makes its way to the micros very real bladder, and when they run to the dollhouse bathroom desperate to go- they find that when they open the lid to the toilet- there’s no place to actually pee in! There’s not even a hole under the lid, it’s one of those cheap plastic toy furniture items that just has a sticker to give the impression of something being there. Now where are they supposed to pee?

The micro tries to hold it until their macro friend comes back, but will they make it in time?

Will the macro return to a wiggling living doll who’s squirming around doing their best not to make a mess of their pretty clothes or the pretty dollhouse

Or will they come back to a micro who’s already wet with tears streaming down their face

Micros are always the obvious choice as an omo victim, but I was also thinking…what if we reverse it?

Anyone who’s read Gulliver’s Travels is familiar with the scene where Gulliver puts out a fire with his pee

What if we had a macro who’s gotta pee, but there’s no fire to put out. Instead, if they did pee- it would actually cause damage to the town of micro people they’ve found. (You don’t wanna flood the streets and drown the townsfolk with a massive golden tsunami)

So while they’re visiting their tiny friends they just gotta hold it- and being the only giant it’s kinda hard to hide your potty dance from prying eyes

[shveris]

my jjk headcanons, part 2

part 1

part 3

part 4

if someone asks satoru for some change to buy snacks at the convenience store, he’ll give them a batch of ¥10.000 bills with the only request to get him some candy (shoko has been stealing money from him like this ever since their first year; rip toji he would’ve loved this)

current conversion rates (july ‘24): ¥10k ≈ $64 ≈ 58,50€

whenever yuuji passes out — from exhaustion, a punch to the face, blood loss, anything that’s not sleep sleep — he lands in sukuna’s domain. they argue &/ fight until yuuji wakes up again

satoru owns one of those password protected diaries that plays “oops! i did it again” by britney spears upon opening. he writes in it with colourful [glittery] gel pens, doodles the people he mentions in his entries, decorates the pages with stickers, etc.

megumi regularly buys treats and dog beds for his shikigami because he thinks they might feel lonely in his shadows (satoru actually started doing it first when he met the divine dogs for the first time)

toji needs reading glasses

satoru is immune to poisons and other toxins (insert traumatic childhood in which he got forced to endure all kinds of poisons etc. from the gojo clan). he says it’s really convenient in case someone tries to assassinate him with food (has happened a lot in his life already) or a cursed spirit has a CT that utilises them. shoko and suguru punched him for that statement

when they’re out in the city, model agency agents regularly try to recruit satoru, suguru and shoko

they tried the same with megumi too, at a later point in timeline — nobara shoos them off every time

the big bone structure we see in sukuna’s innate domain is yuuji’s ribcage

modern!au sukuita twins suck at school. yuuji’s only good subject is PE and sukuna’s is japanese

satoru can use the mental abacus technique (everyone is mortified whenever he does; no this is not a CT, it’s maths- no yuuta, you can’t copy th-)

modern!au sashisu live together and have no sense of privacy — shoko is taking a bath? well sucks to be her, satoru needs to pee; suguru is rubbing one off in the dead of night? well sucks to be him, shoko is drunk and needs to rant and he was stupid enough to leave his door unlocked; satoru has a migraine and is hanging over the toilet bowl, throwing up? well sucks to be him, suguru needs his help with his physics homework that’s due in 1 hour

megumi and nobara have a “if we’re still single by the age of 30, we’re marrying for financial purposes”-pact

sukuna is aroace

satoru hates drinking water. he says it tastes like nothing / it’s bland and boring and he, gojo satoru, cannot be drinking something so unworthy of him

yuuji really enjoys teas, he grew up drinking them with his grandpa

satoru can’t handle spicy food

nobara heavily dislikes anything slimy & rubbery, especially food (means she avoids seafood by default but she also doesn’t like it because “the smell is not lady-like”)

[fagboyfriend]

the five peices i did for one of my finals- centering around the theme of transness in the home. I’ve been really getting into the concept of domesticity, privacy and intimacy and how these are experienced in trans bodies.You may recognize the characters if you follow my work hehe ^_^

all are 22x30, watercolor, colored ink, acrylic gouache and various other things like gel pen, colored pencil, paint pen- and of course- stickers!

[Image Description:

5 traditional paintings.

The first is of a fat south asian trans man lying nude reclined on a bed inside of a van. His eyes are closed and he is somewhat falling off the bed, his head and arm draped towards the ground. Visable in the van are snacks, a record player, fastfood containers, condoms, a vibrator, and several posters on his walls.

The Second is of two characters, a fat east asian trans woman, who is nude, and a mid-size white nonbinary person, who is shirtless but wearing boxers. They sit on a bed together, smiling and surrounded by pinkish light.

The third is of a thin white transfeminine nonbinary person lying on the floor of a bathroom nude, with her legs propped up on the edge of a bathtub. They’re also making a phone call, and looking absentmindedly into a mirror that is reflecting them.

the fourth is of a chubby trans man with dark curly hair wearing a binder with his laptop propped up on his lap. You can see the rest of his bedroom, including someone watching tv in the far distance.

The fifth is of a thin white man standing in a room, looking down at a mirror that lies at his feet. You can see the rest of his room, including a teal ladder and a stained glass window in the kitchen.

All five paintings are very colorful, covered in stickers and have colorful borders.

End ID.]

[mors-neptune]

707 / Luciel / Saeyoung Choi Headcanons I Have

‼️⚠️ SPOILERS AHEAD ⚠️‼️

• Has ADHD but if anyone brings it up he brushes it off because he thinks it makes him lesser. He’s not ableist he just needs to be educated :(

• I know in the official art he’s pretty pale but I hc him as having tanner skin and some freckles

• Has an undiagnosed personality disorder probably

• Too paranoid to go to church in person so he made a personal shrine in his home that he makes sure to spend time at

• Hates seeing his father on TV because it reminds him how similar they look. He’ll go into a weeks long depression every time where he’ll avoid mirrors because all he sees is his mother and father

• Loves cross dressing but is too scared to think deeply and self reflect about the gender euphoria it gives him because Korea isn’t very accepting

• Hated college because he felt like it was too structured and he doesn’t like being told what to do

• His favorite color is red (obviously)

• Doesn’t want or have any tattoos

• Most of the decor in his house was handmade impulsively and placed somewhere random

• Ultimately wants to move out of the bunker and into a more realistic house with no sci-fi-like doorbells or weapons but his paranoia stops him

• Sometimes stays up till the morning watching security cams in and around the bunker out of fear someone will try and hurt Saeran or MC

• Loves the dopamine hit that buying new cars gives him. It’s almost addicting impulse buying expensive things

• Desperately needs someone to match his neurodivergentness and thankfully his twin brother does perfectly

• His glasses are constantly dirty he never cleans those mfs

• Likes to paint his nails black but it’s always cracked and messed up

• Him and Saeran made up a secret language that they refuse to teach anyone else, even MC

• Welded flowers and spray painted them for him and MC’s anniversary (Saeran told him which flowers to make bc he knows their meanings)

• MC’s engagement ring is a Ruby (to represent Saeyoung) and whatever stone is MC’s favorite swirling together to look like a binary star system

• We know in his route that he has muscles because of his work, but after he runs from the agency, MC noticed some of his bulkiness going away

• But he still keeps a lot of his muscle, he just has some more squishiness around his torso

• Regrets his bunker not having windows because he knows Saeran loves looking at the sky

• Builds a garden in his backyard for Saeran :)

• Too paranoid to get a therapist so one of his more toxic traits is using MC as a therapist

• Goes through periods of not sharing anything emotionally with MC & sharing way too much and borderline dumping all his shit on them

• Has bad abandonment issues

• Loves experimenting with makeup and showing Saeran and MC

• Has both an inferiority and superiority complex

• Owns an obsessive amount of stuffed animals and yes, they all have names

• Idk if this is canon or not but he has curly hair

• I can’t believe I haven’t mentioned this already but I hc him as bisexual (he literally mentioned at some point that V’s voice was his type)

• And since it’s basically canon he at least finds V attractive and V is more of a parental/guardian figure to him, I can conclude Saeyoung 100% has daddy issues (duh)

• Has had feelings for Vanderwood at some point

• Horrible at personal hygiene

• Doesn’t drink or do drugs (canon)

• He’s a compulsive liar :/

• Wants a cat but is so bad at taking care of himself he doesn’t trust himself taking care of an animal

• Has staff constellation, and planet stickers & posters all over his room (he’s a nerd)

• Learns sign language so when he’s mad at MC or Saeran he only communicates through sign to piss them off

• Wayyyyyyy too comfy invading people’s personal and cyber privacy because of his line of work

• Lactose intolerant because I think it’s funny

• Light sleeper because of the house he grew up in and his work at the agency

• Kind of apathetic to traumatic things other people go through if it wasn’t as “bad” as his. Not in a “I think I’m better than you” kind of way, but in a way where some issues just don’t compare to an abusive, alcoholic mother, a politician father who wants to kill him, being a secret agent made to do who knows what, and more.

• Catches up on childhood by indulging in childish hobbies and interests. He’s making up for the lost time :(

• His tummy always hurts from his horrible diet

• His cologne smells like apple spice (it’s actually a perfume for women but who cares)

• But tbh on the daily he smells like a mix of his basic masculine body wash, honey buddah chips, and grease (sorry)

• Very protective. Takes on a caretaker role for those closest to him

• Sometimes very controlling. Gets anxious when he can’t control everything around him.

• Acts very parental towards Saeran. He always did because he had to in their childhood, but Saeyoing still does it. It makes him feel good being able to properly provide for Saeran.

• He mentioned in his route that he never really wanted or thought about having a family other than Saeran, and I feel like he would still think the same after meeting MC. Just now he thinks of his family as just him, Saeran, and MC. I don’t think he’d want kids

• Literally never cleans his sheets…

• Can only convince himself to clean anything in his house because he doesn’t want Saeran to have to live in filth again

My first post. I just wanted to share these :)

[olliewritesometimes]

An immortal companion.

The Suckening Fanfic :3!!

- Arthur & Void’s meeting

⚠️⚠️TW’s!!⚠️⚠️

- The Suckening SPOILERS!!

- blood

- mention of dead people

- deceased family

- biting

- british people……….😰😰

Britain. London to be specific. The city was quietly heading to sleep. Tourists back in their hostals for the night. Locals out wondering with their lover in arm. Walking a dog. Or going for a midnight run. Headed twards the homes in town. Arthur’s stomach screamed at him for food. Knowing he would need too feast eventually. A beautiful home on the other side of the bridge perks Arthur’s interests. He stops himself from heading inside. Instead going to the home we’re focusing on. A group of crows fly past Big Ben and down the bridge towards the country side. Large mansions scatter the fields. Deep thick forests as their privacy. And or for their secrets. A large country style home. Far off, away from the city. The furthest from London. Abandoned and wasted away by age. A home filled with happiness converted into chaos. Free from the pain the vampires gave to them, Vanya created that chaos. Arthur guided it. Opening the door to chaos. Falling in love with a murderer. Becoming the murderer. And soon enough ending his own killer.

The doors and windows all shattered the home spray painted ruined by the locals. A for sale sign in the grown out grass outside. A large sticker covering up most of the sign saying ‘Sold’.

Arthur walks twards the home. Down the abandoned street. Watching the other full homes erupt with happiness and joy. Dreading it. Dreading seeing the home his father had built. The family he had. And the home he destroyed. Saying goodbye to them would be the last thing he did tonight. The beatiful home crushed and crumbled as he walks by into the distant forest. The screams that echoed through that home loudly bang in his skull as he steps in the same path as he did once before. Following his old foot steps. Flashes of his hands covered in blood rather than ink. His clothes damp with his mothers blood. Her face looking horrified after being brutally mauled from her oldest son. Soon needing to head back to the home to drag the twins to their new home. Arthur’s eyes slowly watered up. Rememeber the twins. The horror of their faces. He wiped them away and pushes his glasses closer to his eyes. Pulling his jacket closer to himself. Hiding him in more shadow.

Eventually, getting to a empty slot of the forest. With small round rocks identifying the graves.

His brother, Mikey.

His sister, Emily.

His Mother, Danielle.

His Father, Micheal.

and one for himself. Arthur Bennett. The murderer.

He stands infront of the graves. Watching them. His young, rushed handwriting showing the initials. Some of the blood had dripped off his clothes marking the rocks. His permit handprint. Showing off what he had done.

Arthur takes his glasses off, slowly. His tears were retreating back into his eyes comes back. As he opened his mouth to begin talking. A rustle in the bushes startles him. He slowly raises his hands above his head. The bush continues to shake. Arthur annoyed replies to no one specifying. “I can hear you.” the rustling stops than hearing a “mreoww?” before seeing a fluffy creature jump out and begin rubbing on his ankle. His fancy black shoes covered in wet, damp mud. Seeing a black cat with glowing white eyes looking back up to him. The beast within grows.. bending down. Looking very calmly at the cat. Arthur sighs. “get away, cat.” he uses his mud covered shoe to push the cat. Making her fall over to her side. Still just staring at him. Rolling over to her stomach. “I don’t want to get you killed too.” he states. More angered than before. Pointing his finger towards the home. “Meowww!!” This time while she meows. Rubbing his eyes. “What a pain.” He utters to himself before watching her mouth open and shut. Her sharp teeth. Not like teeth matching his own. Regular cat teeth. He pulls back from the cat but continues to stare at her before breaking eye contact. Continuing to stare at grass that had grown over the dug up dirt from that night. Squatting down, resting his elbows on his knees. Further from the cat than before.

“Hello Mother..Emily..Mikey.. father.” He whispers saying ‘Father’ as if scared to talk to him. While looking at each individual grave. Pressing his hand on the blood stain. Minus his fathers. He respected his father. But.. cutting off his own thought he turned to his mother’s grave. “I will find her mother. I will fix this.” Placing his hand back onto the rock with his bloody hand below.

“mreow?” The cat stood up and began rubbing its head on Arthur’s knee. His eyes water again. His jacket still closed in on himself. The cat jumps on his leg. Using her claws to go up on his shoulders. Arthur screams “can’t you see I’m doing something!?” His voice shaky but tryin to keep his composure. Tears begin to fall despite that. The cat stops on his right shoulder. Sitting down and looking at him. The cats head bangs into Arthur’s ear. He can hear the cat is purring now. Practically vibrating with comfort. Arthur hasn’t felt this comfortable since he was young.

His mother’s warm embrace. His younger siblings soft and innocent hands holding his to cross the street to walk them to school. His father patting him on the shoulder.

This cat giving him the same comfort tears begin to fall. His body begins to shake. Being loved by a creature that doesn’t want to end him. A creature that comforts him. Unknowing of what he has done. The dirt beneath his feet begins to wet. His glasses falling off into the mud. Making a splat before coloring his striped pants brown. His hands go through his hair. Tears flowing out of his eyes. Just like what happened before. He bawled in the wet mud like a child. She rubs against him as he pets her more. His stomach growls louder the closer she gets to him. His hands move on their own. Grabbing the cat. Making her arms dangle. Her head tilts. And meows. Revealing her neck even more. The beast growls and grows. His mind screaming at him to feast. To finally fill the beasts needs. To free this cat from the world. Give her a reason to get far away from him.

“I need you, cat.” She begins to squirm and fight back. Revealing her teeth once more and biting his hand.

He bites her back. Digging his teeth into the cat. She stops wiggling. The comfort of the bite from both parties hypnotized them. Vampirizing the cat to cure both of their loneliness.

2 immortal companions. He released himself from the cats neck and stares at her. The cat looks loopy. Like she’s getting off of anesthesia. “Void.” He growls, his hands become more and more inky as the cat jumps off of him and sits in the mud. Still staring at him. He kneels down to apologize. But before he can speak the cat licks the bite from his hand before crawling on his neck once more. Arthur slowly stands up not to disturb her as she began purring once more. Accepting his new companion. He sighs and scratches her chin. “Apologies, cat.” His feet sinking into the mud more. Grabbing his glasses from the floor. Looking back to Void seeing she had fallen asleep in his shoulder. His mouth slowly moves upward before falling back down into his brooding glare. 

Placing his hands back into his pockets. He pulls his jacket’s collar upwards to hide Void within the shadows. He shakes his glasses to get the mud off. Before placing them on his nose. Turning his back to the graves. Placing his hand on a tree near the bush Void came out from. Glaring as he looks down at his father. “Goodnight, father.”

walking the same way, to go retrieve the twins.

⭐️sighhh I love my depressed vampires,,,,

⭐️I’m probably going to write more about him cause I love Arthur :3!!

[pollylynn]

Title: Cold Read WC: 1000

“Hmm. Nicely played.”

—Richard Castle, Wrapped Up In Death (2 x 19)

She’s not in the habit of letting him know that he is—occasionally—useful. She acknowledges this still (mostly) unwelcome fact when it's appropriate to do so. Which is to say she does an exaggerated, cartoon-worthy series of double and triple takes to make sure that he is out of earshot, and when her conscience won’t let her get away with not saying something, she says something to anyone who is not him. And preferably to someone she can be reasonably sure won’t repeat the admission within a country mile of his permanently swollen head. 

A year on, she is sheepish about this—her insistence that he is nothing but a hindrance and the grudging nature of her infrequent recognition. In the privacy of her own head, anyway, she is a little bit sheepish about it. In public, his ego, her eagerness to deflate it—it’s part of their routine. Their “public” expect it. That’s what he’d say, and if it weren’t part of their routine for her to categorically deny that they have a public, she’d have to agree. 

So, everything seems to be standard operating procedure in Will Medina’s apartment at first. He is intrigued. He’s inquisitive to the point of being unconscionably nosy, and that’s . . . useful. Of course, it’s disruptive, too. Police nosiness is—and must be—methodical. There’s a by-the-book way to go through the medicine cabinet, a right way to rifle through someone’s underwear drawer, whether that someone is a victim or a person of interest. His way is not the right way. 

But it’s useful, and Will Medina’s apartment is a case in point. It is like a museum. It’s a far cry from a dire, half-furnished SRO or the one-hundred-and-first direct from Ikea place she’s seen that month. It’s full of interesting things, and the fact that he’s acting like a kid in a candy store means that she doesn’t have to acknowledge that some part of her wants that same freedom to press her nose right up against the glass case housing the monkey skulls and turn over the shrunken head looking for a “Made in China” sticker. She’d like to forget for a moment that Will Medina is almost certainly a murder victim, and she gets to live vicariously through him. It’s a guilty pleasure, but it’s useful.

It’s still business as usual after his bachelor accessory crack. She and Esposito tag-team school him on how to read an apartment for its occupant’s relationship status. That’s useful as she gets to talk out mutual conclusions with one of her detectives, and it’s fun, because reminding him of the limits of his boy genius powers is always fun. He counters with some schooling of his own, lofting the well-worn paperback, and suddenly it’s neither useful nor fun. There’s a charged, unspoken moment between the two of them that is decidedly not for public consumption. 

Oh, there’s the line about how she has only slightly misjudged the relationship. That’s dripping with the expected innuendo. She can sense the smirk Ryan and Esposito exchange as Ryan strolls up and unabashedly outs himself as an enthusiastic consumer of chick lit. That’s all part of the Castle and Beckett show. But while the boys are winking and elbowing each other not quite behind her back, he catches her eye and it’s the weight of his hand on the cover of the book speaks—no pun intended—volumes. 

She is suddenly, urgently aware that the kid in the candy store that she, until moments ago, found equal parts useful and disruptive has very recently been in her candy store. He’s had her in his candy store, and her brain needs to stop with the candy store metaphor immediately or sooner. The candy store metaphor is a problem. 

She thinks, with a pang, of the meagre survivors among her book collection—smoke damaged, water-logged to varying degrees, and distressingly piecemeal relative to the whole. She thinks, with sharply escalating alarm, of her well-stocked shelves before the explosion and the hours he had, unsupervised, to rifle through them. Her mind tries to work its way at a gallop through every revelatory item that he might have handled, fondled, scrutinized in those unsupervised hours, but it’s the books her attention keeps snapping back to.

What had she left out on the coffee table, the kitchen table? What might have jutted out from the otherwise neat line of spines to reveal itself as something she’s inclined to return to over and over? What had wavy pages and swollen covers, marking it as a bathtub book and how, exactly, might that knowledge have struck him? 

She feels naked and exposed, and well she might. 

It’s the books she snooped at his place. Oh, yes, she clocked the scented candle on the tub—the scented candles everywhere, actually. She’d raised an eyebrow when he produced a spare toothbrush from some kind of bottomless supply of them. She’d snuck her glances at photos and knickknacks and scanned her share of shelves and drawers and closets. 

But it’s the books she well and truly snooped, down to the gum wrappers he’d clearly used as emergency bookmarks, and the torn-out moleskine pages with their scrawled notes that he’d tucked into the flaps of too many dust jackets to count. It’s the books she’d snooped when she couldn’t sleep, when she got up a second time, a third time, and found it still too early to start making breakfast. She had studied their spines and their dog-eared pages. She’d chuckled to herself about the mix of rigid organization and absolutely haphazard arrangements. She’d speculated on the number of things displayed in prominent places that he absolutely has not read. She had delighted  in every telling detail. 

It’s the books for her. It would have been the books for him. In an instant—in the time it takes for him to catch her eye and thumb the creased spine of a paperback—they both know it’s the books. 

A/N: I can't decide whether Beckett would sooner have Castle go through her underwear drawer or her bookshelves . . .

images via homeofthenutty

[i-am-a-megalodon]

Whimsigothic home decor on a budget

Lights.  Not everyone has the money for a Tiffany stained glass lamp nor a fringed Victorian-style lampshade, and that is ok.  Try a typical string of white fairy lights, or nature and fantasy themed lights.  You can also get a stained glass lightbulb.  https://lavenderconstellation.store/collections/home-decor/products/magical-mushroom-lamp-led-night-light

Speaking of stained glass, window film is a good option for bringing color into your home.  There are several stained glass design options, or you can go for a prism-like option that’ll shower your room in rainbows.  https://www.amazon.com/rabbitgoo-Privacy-Rainbow-Decorative-Non-Adhesive/dp/B01N20YR6B/ref=sr_1_2_sspa?dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.7IuzOBu9keKshTNN3mkd-N8tpWAFsYRIV0ouHNdEeeuFQnxmfPWSlIj5AOINltgujXJL350fjcuPUqvkA7qE8EV1jRIp3Cb7SS2E_3ensZDC7YGrIUJUDuFoXyJUzoAaubOT4MHDFyxAGa0O0KJwLJrcka1cbIBBm6sqvWoPlmqYUfWb8Y3oQgzmLpqKP4JPQewDsYs5zoCzWcJwRlsZe-XMkEKHkIV98glPdYzd9X4VADl3IciKUs5lbNxqpoC3jFFKBPHnXHYxVJIFsY2jXvZb2m7XpyYM6uFeAZX_GCs.vV9V3wtusdEYUCL87IAKODkjErjag0hvIDXX576-Ppw&dib_tag=se&hvadid=557208947650&hvdev=c&hvlocphy=9004664&hvnetw=g&hvqmt=e&hvrand=9072085278713993898&hvtargid=kwd-408635345190&hydadcr=7467_13183976&keywords=amazon+rainbow+window+film&qid=1712327956&sr=8-2-spons&sp_csd=d2lkZ2V0TmFtZT1zcF9hdGY&psc=1

Tapestries! Could have celestial prints, tarot cards, dark nature prints, or a mandala.

Plants! Real ones, fake ones, doesn’t matter. Find some celestial themed planting pots.  Hang some vines. 

More tips:

DIY! Paint your mirror frame.  Paint an old box.  Have fun!

Don’t do a big shopping haul at once.  Pace yourself. Slowly incorporate decor elements into your home.  Let the vibe grow naturally.

[lionews]

Look y’all as a grown ass adult with privacy, I’m not worried about people looking into MY personal space aka my phone. Just like how your car’s glovebox is an extension of your home and the police cannot search it without a warrant; your phone is your personal space NO ONE is entitled to (bar parents/guardians but again this is coming from an adult so i get that struggle but don’t).

If you genuinely don’t want to be looked at weird (which, don’t live your life worried about people’s PERCEPTION of you. You know you’re not a creep who’s into animals, and someone thinking you are doesn’t make you one) just invest in a privacy screen. Mine came apart of my phone protector kit, it was no more than like $15 for 2 on like amazon + came with camera glass protectors too.

Like IDC man I will whip out my fat ass ipad DECKED out in anime stickers, slap that bitch on a table and type away having a grand time on Lioden no matter what event. I’ll look at a bitch crazy tryna look over my shoulder and ask weird questions.. Lol.

TLDR; until a toggle can be implemented, try a privacy screen + don’t let people’s perception of your actions control you

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Transforming Spaces with Window Graphics: A Guide to Versatile Design Solutions

When it comes to elevating your space, window graphics are an underrated hero of modern design. From businesses seeking bold branding to homeowners craving creative privacy, these versatile tools offer endless opportunities to customize any window. Let’s dive into the world of window graphics and discover how they can transform your environment.

What Are Window Graphics?

Window graphics are custom designs applied to glass surfaces. They range from simple decals and stickers to full-coverage films that display vibrant imagery or text. Made from materials like vinyl, frosted film, or perforated film, they are durable, easy to maintain, and adaptable to various needs.

Types of Window Graphics

Decorative Window Films These add artistic flair to spaces without blocking natural light. Popular for both homes and offices, frosted or etched-style films mimic the look of custom glasswork.

Perforated Window Graphics Perfect for storefronts, this material allows clear visibility from the inside while showcasing bold graphics to those outside.

Privacy Films Ideal for conference rooms or residential bathrooms, these films obscure visibility while maintaining a sleek look.

Promotional Graphics Businesses often use these to advertise sales, showcase logos, or convey their brand identity directly on their storefront.

Why Choose Window Graphics?

Enhanced Branding For businesses, windows are prime real estate. High-quality graphics can turn an ordinary storefront into a memorable statement piece.

Cost-Effective Design Compared to remodeling or installing custom glass, window graphics are affordable and easy to replace when trends or branding needs evolve.

Improved Privacy Whether for home or office, frosted or tinted films provide privacy without sacrificing style.

Energy Efficiency Certain films can reduce glare and block harmful UV rays, making them both practical and environmentally friendly.

Tips for Choosing the Right Window Graphics

Define Your Purpose Is the goal to promote your brand, enhance privacy, or decorate? Identifying your needs ensures the right material and design.

Prioritize Quality Invest in high-quality vinyl or films to ensure durability and a professional finish.

Work with Professionals While DIY options exist, working with experienced designers or installers guarantees precise application and a polished look.

Keep It Cohesive For businesses, ensure the graphics align with your branding. For homes, match the style to your interior design.

Creative Uses for Window Graphics

Restaurants: Display menu highlights or create a cozy ambiance with frosted sections.

Retail Stores: Announce seasonal sales or introduce new product lines.

Home Offices: Add motivational quotes or patterns to boost productivity.

Kids’ Rooms: Incorporate playful designs like animals or stars for a whimsical touch.

Caring for Your Window Graphics

To keep your graphics looking their best:

Clean with mild soap and water—avoid harsh chemicals that could damage the film.

Use a soft cloth or sponge to prevent scratches.

Avoid placing sharp objects near the film to prevent tears

Window graphics are more than just decorative—they’re a functional, customizable, and impactful way to upgrade any space. Whether you’re looking to advertise, create privacy, or simply express your style, the right window graphics can turn your vision into a reality.

[lazyscience]

That being said, if it's on your phone and you feel like you could be in a situation where that could be used against you, you should lock your phone with a passcode and not fingerprint or face ID, because the courts right now are ambiguous about whether opening a phone with biometrics requires a warrant, where so far if you have to enter a passcode it's considered a search you need a warrant for (don't ask me why they decided that's a different level of privacy, just know that this distinction exists. Cops don't have to ask Germany for your data if they can make you unlock your phone.

(I am personally of the opinion that if you want/need to track this in a state like Texas that has demonstrated they're willing to get real real about this shit, you should go old school analog, do it pen and paper, and encode. Like, instead of moons or blood drops or whatever, get stickers of D&D dice and track your monthly adventuring party kills, or how many squares of your afghan you knitted, or how many glasses of box wine your aunt had at family dinner. They can SUSPECT all they want what it might actually mean, but prove it? Not likely.)

Go, my chaos gremlins! FLY, MY PRETTIES!

[ishaamart]

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The Branding Advantages of Window Graphics

Louisville, KY businesses have a need to stand out from their competition, especially in large metropolitan areas such as Louisville, KY. If your company faces the public regularly in the form of a storefront or street level corporate office, going the extra mile is necessary to capture your target audience’s attention and communicate your messaging in a way that’s impactful. Window graphics are appealing and highly customizable corporate interior graphics solutions that are designed to make lasting impressions on target customers and transform customer-facing windows and glass into key branding opportunities.

What Are Window Graphics Made Of?

Window graphics are custom-printed stickers, decals, or clings that brand your company or storefront’s windows with your organization’s unique messaging and imagery. Window graphics are typically made from adhesive vinyl and are intended to create immersive experiences for customers and employees. Window graphics leave an impact by being installed on the surface of your company’s windows and interior glass. When affixed to your window glass correctly and in strategic locations, window graphics make for extremely effective ways of communicating your company branding in a way that creates a more captivating space.

Common Uses for Window Graphics

Window graphics are widely employed as branding and signage solutions because they have a multitude of functions. They not only attract potential customers into your space to partake in your company’s products or services, but they brand your space to add visual appeal for both your clients and employees once inside. The team at Heritage Signs & Displays regularly prints and installs window graphics that come in all shapes and sizes and are intended for long term and short term use. Whatever your needs, window graphics are highly customizable and versatile, offering numerous color and design options to reach your company’s goals for your new signage.

Storefront Graphics

The most common and eye-catching use for vinyl window graphics is in the form of storefront graphics. Your retail storefront should attract potential customers while enhancing the aesthetics of your space. Storefront graphics are vinyl graphics that display your company name, store hours, and other important information.

Fleet Graphics

Fleet graphics, also known as vehicle wraps, are a popular use for adhesive vinyl graphics, particularly because of how they can brand the passenger and rear windows of your company vehicles without obstructing the view.

The window perf vinyl used by our sign specialists is designed for maximum visual impact and appeal to ensure that your brand travels everywhere your company cars, trucks, and other commercial vehicles go. When correctly installed, fleet graphics allow for your company’s name and other important information to be more easily remembered by your target audience.

Frosted Vinyl

Frosted vinyl is a popular type of window graphic produced and affixed to the interior glass of office spaces to add privacy as well as visual appeal. Frosted vinyl replicates the look of frosted glass without the hefty price tag commonly associated with it. Frosted vinyl also allows for heavy customization options to not only create an impression of professionalism, but also to enhance interior branding opportunities for your company.

Interior Graphics

Anywhere that your company has a window or interior glass is a place where interior wall graphics can be affixed to enhance and effectively brand your office. Whether you need interior graphics temporarily or permanently, adhesive vinyl professionally installed in office spaces carries immense benefit in promoting your company’s messaging or company values as well as creating an appealing corporate environment.

Event Graphics

Sometimes window graphics are needed for an upcoming event to make the event space reflect your company’s sponsored look or to temporarily transform the venue. Window graphics installed in strategic locations in a convention hall, showroom, ballroom, or other large gathering space enhance the space in a way that adds branding appeal. Best of all, our talented sign installers offer signage set up and removal services to take away the stress associated with hosting or attending events and to make your next trade show or convention run smoothly.

Heritage Signs & Displays Specializes in the Creation and Installation of Window Graphics for Louisville, KY Companies and Organizations

Heritage Signs & Displays is a local, veteran-owned sign company serving Louisville, KY, Washington, DC, and Charlotte, NC. We have been in business since 1977 and employ a talented team of custom sign makers and sign installers. Our teammates have accumulated decades of experience producing award-winning signs and displays. We are known for quality project management and customer service in support of clients’ commercial interior graphics, event signage, retail point of purchase displays, commercial printing, and direct mail.

To inquire about a project for your business or install your own custom window graphics for your company or organization, call Heritage Signs & Displays at (301) 843-1997 or use our convenient online form to Get a Quote today!

Original Source: https://heritagecustomsigns.com/blog/the-branding-advantages-of-window-graphics/

[fermentedcherries]

I am have been renovating my bedroom and my old bedroom for the past month on and off (it’s been rly hot so I have to keep taking breaks)

I finally found the perfect yellow 🥰 I have a lot (ALOT) of kitschy vintage midcentury home decor that I’ve been collecting over the years and im excited to finally be able to have them displayed soon instead of just collecting dust in my cupboards

It’s a lot of vintage glass pieces and 1960s/70s Avon items and 1950s/1960s figurines and 1980s-1990s Cherished Teddies figurines! I just really enjoy collecting cutesy midcentury items.

This is an example of a display I did in my kitchen with some of my collection I think maybe three years ago?

I also have pink curtains my mother bought me as a gift that have little stars cut out in them 😊 & we also put some of those fake stained glass removable privacy window stickers on my windows, so when the sunlight hits, it makes a rainbow effect :)

I don’t have this white tiered plate anymore, this was 1960s & hand made artisan milk glass from the brand Fenton 🥰 I sold it to my cousin as a gift to my baby cousin who moved to PR to start her little life as an adult 🥲🥲💖💖 That girl was like my baby sister so I’m sold the whole set to her mom for VERY cheap but fair enough to me that I could get me a lil treat