#I forgot to post again this weekend oops

[inpacho]

I'm in thatttt

New multi-animator project drops December 27! Our biggest one yet!

[no-144444]

nothing bad!- o.piastri

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summary: the sprint pisses you off, ted's notebook catches you at a bad time, you say some things, oscar posts some things, and it ends up being one of the most popular ad campaigns in history. oops.

pairing: oscar piastri (no.81) x fem! driver! reader

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You rolled your eyes as you watched the sprint end. Bullshit. Team orders had always left a bad taste in your mouth, but this was just bullshit. You sighed, looking at Mark, and he just rolled his eyes. Oscar was on par with Lando in his second season. Yes, there were some small mistakes or issues, but he was a fucking jet engine, and he deserved a team that treated him like one. He was going to be World Champion next year, you knew it, Mark knew it, everyone knew it. 

“Fucking arseholes,” Mark cursed. “What time is your quali at?” 

“12,” you answered. “I’m going to just go talk to him, see you in a bit.” 

You stood in Parc Fermé and he came up, pressing a kiss to your lips and sighing as his team congratulated him. 

“That was such bullshit,” you sighed, following him to his driver’s room after the media duties. “Wanna fuck to get all that frustration out?” 

He nodded, not even looking at the question like it was a joke. You both knew it wasn’t. “How long until your quali?” 

“An hour,” you shrugged, pulling him into his room with a smirk. 

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When you two finally resurfaced, you made your way over to your car, ready to slot it onto the grid, as you did, you were stopped by Ted Kravitz, the man, the myth, the legend himself. 

“Y/n! How are you feeling about today’s quali and sprint race?” he asked. 

“Good, yeah. Just need to get out and up there,” you nodded. You were the number one driver in F1 Academy, and F2. This weekend was an F1 Academy weekend. You’d won every race since you’d joined the series, a sweep of total domination for 2 years. 13 wins under your belt in F1 Academy, 12 feature race wins in F2, and 12 Sprint wins in F2. And you were only 22. 

“And how did you feel about Oscar’s Sprint race? You didn’t look so happy in Parc Fermé.”

You rolled your eyes. “If Lando really needs Oscar to take a side step like that over one point, maybe he’s not ready to be champion,” you shrugged. “And that’s coming from a friend.” 

You could feel the air shift as Ted smirked, knowing what a headline that would be. 

“Thanks for your time Y/n, we’ll see you on the other side of Quali,” he smiled, allowing you to walk on. 

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Pole position, again. 

It was almost funny how easy it was. 

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You made your way back into your garage and found Oscar looking proud, but slightly guilty…

“What did you do?” you asked, putting your helmet and gloves down. 

“Nothing bad,” he prefaced. “But I may or may not have posted something.”

You looked at him quizzically. “Show me.” 

He turned his phone around and you laughed. 

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oscarpiastri

liked by pierregasly, landonorris, y/nracing, and 839,231 others

oscarpiastri: get yourself a girlfriend who a) is intelligent, gorgeous, and awesome. and b) publicly humiliates your teammate over one point :)

comments

landonorris: low blow... i thanked you -> y/nracing: u forgot to thank beyonce.

user82: WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS

mclaren: please take this down xxx -> y/nracing: if he takes this down i'll bomb mtc. -> mclaren: OH GREAT HEAVENS.

zbrownceo: we know this diva 💜

lilymhe: hold up im trying to spell gorjus -> y/nracing: OMG I FUCKING LOVE YOU DITCH ALEX FOR ME PLZ

carlossainz: at least you've got a leg up on lando... -> user22: ??? -> carlossainz: he hjas a girlfriend that loves him, lando's dumps him every four days -> landonorris: WHY AM I CATCHING STRAYS RN????

oscarpiastri: who is this gorgeous lady? -> y/nracing: she's taken bucko -> oscarpiastri: not by lando norris 😹😹😹 (even though he asked you out first...) -> y/nracing: who the fuck would pick lando over oscar?

pierregasly: WHO IS THIS DIVA 💜

charlesleclerc: glad to see my daughter in law is still insane

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“Well, I’d better post something myself, shouldn't I?” you smirked. He nodded, a bright blush on his cheeks, knowing exactly what you were going to post. 

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y/nracing

liked by pierregasly, oscarpiastri, landonorris and 12,293,942 others

y/nracing: booo ln4. i'm into op81. oh yeah, also our skims collection is out on the 24th xxx

comments

user82: OH MY FUCKING GOD

user29: i have no one to talk to about this.

oscarpiastri: pretty girl -> y/nracing: pretty boy

landonorris: ??? ->oscarpiastri: I will actually gouge your eyes out, unlike this post right now. -> user92: WHAT HAPPENED TO POLITE CAT? -> oscarpiastri: his teammate became a bitch

user92: HOLY SHIT Y/N IS LOOKING GORG

lilymhe: my girl is beautiful

alexandrastmleux: my girl xxx

charlesleclerc: supporting! (with my eyes closed)

pierregasly: 👀 ->oscarpiastri: close them.

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[residenthughes]

slow sundays - mat barzal

pairing: mat barzal x gender neutral reader

word count: 1k

tags/warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, no mention of y/n

summary: any day spent with barzal is always good, especially sundays.

notes: a little something i wrote when i should have been sleeping, oops! may write a longer version, may not but i'll definitely write up something else longer for barzy, as well as some other fics that i've started and am very excited to share, hehe! as always, hope this finds u well and that you enjoy this small ball of fluff. much love! <3

oh! forgot to mention, this post is inspired by this post by @novelbear! they spoil tumblr rotten with such adorable prompts! :)

Sundays are your favourite days of the week. The normal anxieties that creep in from a long lived weekend cease to exist in your timeline, a day defined by slow sweetness and sacred serenity. This year you’ve really lucked out with said day, most of Mat’s games scheduled another time and on the off chance he has practice, it’s before you can even pry yourself from the comfort of your cloud-like mattress. This is one of those Sundays, where you’re tucked away in citrus scented sheets, fast asleep as Mat presses a tender kiss on the bridge of your nose before he goes off to do what he does best, leaving you to emerge from your cocoon whenever you please.

You decide shortly after Mat departs to desert the covers, arranging them neatly with a sleepy pout set onto your puffy lips before starting your share of morning chores. Amidst the array of bits and bobs you cater to around your cosy home, you cook up a breakfast built for two - piping hot and ready to eat by the time Mat’s car pulls up the driveway. 

You drape your arms lazily around his nape, beaming a lovesick grin as you peck your long-time lover. “Good practice?”

“Great practice,” he breathes against you, minty fresh with the faint waft of his accompanying cologne. His strong arms pull you impossibly closer, your body snug in his embrace. “But I’ve got better things waiting for me right here.”

His large hands cup a handful of your butt, giving it a cheeky squeeze that involuntarily makes you jump against him, your cheeks crimsoning. “And to think, that’s the thanks I get for making us breakfast.”

Mat releases his grip as you back away, disbelief washing all over his sculpted features as he gives you a cocked eyebrow and a petty laugh. “Says the one who-”

Your hand comes up, an index finger raised. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

Wordlessly, Mat holds his hands up in surrender, brazen-faced as you send him an eye-roll with crossed arms. Despite the circumstances, your hands find the top of his zipper, opening up his coat before you hang it up near the door in perfect routine. The selfless action still warrants one of your favourite kisses from your boyfriend, kisses from side-to-side - a kiss on the cheek, nose and cheek again. A simple action but one that robs you of all oxygen, a lightness in your limbs and a tingle down your spine. You soon turn around with Mat trailing not far behind as you venture back to your spacious kitchen, settling at the quaint table for two - a single vase rose separating your plates packed with all your breakfast favourites.

Before you have the chance to take your seat at your baby blue painted table, Mat comes up from behind you, cradling you in his sugary embrace as he plants a delicate kiss against your temple, your heart overflowing with the magic of your slow Sundays together. “How’d I get so lucky?”

You hum blissfully, a hand delicate against his stubble-ridden cheek as you simply exist together, limbs tangled as you savour the moment like sand slipping through your fingertips. A quick kiss against Mat’s prickly cheek puts a pause on the moment, your grin giddy as your hand takes Mat’s as you direct him to sit, which he does - no questions asked, fuschia dusted upon the apples of his cheeks.

You fall into perfect routine, your brunch a show that consists of all your favourites: Mat’s cutlery glimmering in the soft rays pouring into the windowed kitchen as he cuts his food, ceremoniously offering you the first bite of his food with the same smitten closed mouth smile that he had the first day he met you. Happily, you accept his generous offer and take a bite, beaming with full rosy cheeks as he swipes the crumbs with such an earnest shimmer in his eyes that it makes your heart squeeze with joy.

Your brunch continues in similar fashion, two enamoured partners basking in the company of another as you bond over a hearty plate of food, time lost in endless dialogues and timeless ‘I love you’s. When there’s nothing but crumbs speckled across your ceramic plates, Mat shoos you away before you can get a protest in, you resorting to sulking on the edge of couch as the sounds of plates clinking together competes with the noise coming from the TV. 

When everything’s said and done, the washing up dried and packed away, Mat shuffles into the lounge, falling into the couch with a grunt as he positions himself as close to you as possible. You can never bring yourself to mind, head falling to his broad shoulder once he’s propped his feet against the hickory coffee table with his arm circling your shoulders. Another kiss atop your head tells you he’s settled and you melt into his side, no objections sounding from your long-time boyfriend as reruns of 'The Bachelor' blare from the TV. If anything, Mat immerses just as much as you. Well, as much as the slightly fatigue man can as his fingers absently fiddle with locks of your hair, the gesture a lullaby that aids your sudden drowsiness that links hands with the warmth emitting from Mat’s body that always fits against yours like a puzzle piece.

Before you’re able to drift away into a shallow slumber, a slumber you both shall share prior to your simple plans for the day, Mat’s sleep-laced voice calls out to you. 

“Waking up next to you is the best part of my day.”

And you chuckle softly because of the simple fact you know this to be true - evidenced in the way affirmations of love fall so easily from his lips, in the way he never allows you to walk near any busy roads and buys you flowers just because. And, best of all, when your precious Sunday comes and goes, your Monday view consists of your beautiful boyfriend as you reverse out of your driveway, a sleepy smile mellowed into his features as he sees you off, hollering one and the same line wishing you a great day at work, which is nothing but granted if you’ve got him by your side. 

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Mousetrapped #5: Enter Pete the Pup

Oops. I forgot today's blog post.

So, yeah, Pete the Pup (not to be confused with thr dog from the Little Rascals) was a silent era cartoon character from Bray Productions, created by Walter Lantz - later of Woody Woodpecker fame. Most of Pete's shorts involved Pete and a live action man, with Pete causing mischief.

As for why Pete's in this comic? Mickey needs friends, and most of his Disney pals are off limits for the next two years at leasat. Plus, I don't wanna feel beholden to the established continuity and relationahips. That's one thing I always hated when comic book companies rebooted their lines. If DC reboots again, you know Batman's relationships are going to be the same, his personality is going to be the same, his history is going to be the exact same. To me, this is a chance to try something different. I don't want to change Mickey's personality too much (aside from dropping the animal abuse with the parrot). But I don't want to retell all of Mickey's comic stories from Floyd Gottfredson. They're amazing comic but they've already been done.

Also, a fun connection - after Disney lost control of Oswald the Lucky Rabbit and he and Iwerks went off to create Mickey, Walter Lantz found himself working on Oswald's cartoons.

Speaking of Pete and other Lantz projects, a bit back there was a kickstarter for a re-release of a lot of his lesser known cartoons, cleaning them up and all that.

A friend involved in the project said it's chugging along well and described it as 2/3rds done. If you want to learn more, you can go here. I'm looking forward to it being available to those of us who didn't get to back it.

Okay, that's all for today. I might post some art updates over the weekend, but the next strip is Monday. I'm trying to figure out if I want to keep going five days a week or not. -R.

[strwbmei]

Kinktober : Level 2.

summary: as a loyal servant, you've grown tired of the archon taking your work for granted.

contains: gn reader, reader has a dick, anal, dubcon, brat taming, semi-public sex, spanking, crying, degradation, humiliation, you write on her, no aftercare, rough sex

pairing(s): furina x reader

a/n: uh. accidentally scheduled to post this for the 15th and just realized now. oops. hope the dialogue isn't too cheesy...

thats all for now, i'll be a bit busy this weekend so i can't promise that i'll be able to respond to asks/messages

NSFW below the cut !

"Unhand me right this insta-!"

"Shut. Up."

You had your Archon's wrist pinned to the wall; petite and feeble arms uselessly flailing as she made what could only be called a pathetic attempt at resistance. "Do you think you're getting away with this?! Just wait 'til this is over, you..!"

You roll your eyes. "Me? Do you even know my name?" You'd been such a loyal servant— obeying her every whim, working tirelessly because of the impossible demands she had set, and yet; she didn't even know who you were. Not once has Furina spared you a second thought. You were merely one of her servants. Hers to command and control as she pleased.

She let her mouth hang open for a second before closing it again, biting back a retort that she can't think of. "What's wrong, dear Archon? Aren't you going to fight back?"

Furina had always acted so high and mighty, but merely cornering her in a dusty, secluded warehouse had her feeling so weak and small— at least, in your presence. Wait, no— she's an Archon! What right did you have to treat her like this? You should be groveling at her feet for forgiveness if anything!

Though, as much as Furina wanted to... she couldn't deny how aroused she was getting. You scoff seeing her clench her thighs together. "Of course, this whole situation gets you wet. Fuckin' slut." Before she could make up a comeback, you let go of her wrists.

"Bend over and put your hands on the wall."

"I don't wanna!"

"I wasn't asking. Don't make me repeat myself." You ordered, using a tone full of authority that made Furina's heart skip a beat. She's been the one ordering and bossing people around for as long as she can remember, and she certainly doesn't mind, but she had no idea that giving someone else control could feel so... freeing.

Begrudgingly, she followed your orders; turning around and resting her palms on the dusty walls.

A second passed, nothing. Furina found a sort of thrill in the anticipation of what you'd do, but it was still nerve-wracking nonetheless. A few more seconds passed, and as Furina was about to speak, her words were cut off by a moan she didn't even realize she let out when you spanked her ass.

Her body threatens to lose its balance, knees faltering and hands slightly slipping. You rub the spot where you had hit in a mockingly soft way. "Aww, too much for my spoiled goddess?" You cooed into her ear; her frustration evident. Just then, an idea pops into your head. "Mm... I know, why don't we play a game?"

"Since you forgot my name," She looks at you with a confused expression from over her shoulders; heterochromatic eyes already glossy and wet with tears that threaten to spill onto her smooth skin. "I'll give you a name, instead." The game sounded simple enough, but the sadistic smirk you had on your face spoke volumes.

"From now on, I want you to refer to yourself as my personal cocksleeve. Not the Hydro Archon. Not Furina. When you're in my presence, you don't serve any other purpose but to take my cock. Got it?"

The Archon, the respected and feared Archon of Fontaine, meekly and hesitantly nods; so weak suddenly. Her obedience, though unexpected, pleased you— unlike her silence. What happened to the loud, irritating voice she used as she bossed and ordered you around? Where did all that strength go?

Slap.

Furina yelped. "I asked you a question." You're sure that her body would have tumbled over if you weren't holding her ass up. "I-I uh," Embarrassment filled her as she stuttered. Slap. "Yes..!" You snickered at her whiny tone, which you're sure wasn't on purpose.

You pulled her shorts down, a string of her slick connecting her cunt to her now ruined panties. Fuck. "Are you really getting wet from this?" You mock. Your finger ghosts over her entrance, and you can feel it throb and flutter around nothing.

"No, I'm not..! Do you really think that-"

Slap.

"I didn't give you permission to speak." The second you take a step back, it feels as if the weight of the world was lifted off of Furina's shoulders. "Tell you what, since I'm feeling generous..." This time, you slap her cunt, making her whine from the mix of pain and pleasure.

"I'll give you three seconds. If you run away, you can throw me in a jail cell or do whatever you want to me. But if you don't," Her ass is an angry red from the sheer force of your slaps, and you take it upon yourself to rub it in teasing circles before slapping it once again. "I'll humiliate and fuck you until you're a good-for-nothing slut."

"Three." You stay completely still, arms crossed as your figure loomed over the other woman. "Two." Furina stays unmoving, and you can see her cunt glisten with arousal. "One."

As she looked back over her shoulders, her stomach churned with both excitement and nervousness once she saw the sadistic smirk on your lips. "Fuckin' brat. You're fucking disgusting." Although your words sounded like you were insulting her, you couldn't be more proud to have the Hydro Archon bending herself over for you, wet pussy on display— all for a servant she never even gave a second glance at.

No matter how much Furina wanted to deny it; fight back... she was incredibly desperate and horny— and even if she didn't want you to know that, her body told you all about it. The weight and consequences of her decisions don't hit her— at least, not until she feels your thick cock, hard and as rigid as stone from her doing, resting on her back.

Just an hour ago, she was going on about her day as usual. Under no circumstances would she imagine that she'd be getting her ass pounded by you in a dirty storage room, praying to whatever other gods existed out there that you wouldn't get caught.

"Shiit..." The death grip you have on her waist doesn't relent, still as strong as it was before your first orgasm. How many times has Furina cum? None. It doesn't matter. She'll take any scrap of pleasure she can get at this point— she just wants to be filled. "So tight... just for me." You can feel her balance faltering as you slap her ass again.

And you don't even fulfill that. You're completely selfish; the only reason you chose to fuck her ass was solely because while it was tighter, she receives little to no pleasure. Plus, not many people can say that they've fucked an Archon in the ass. You wanted her to learn that she's merely a toy— and that it doesn't matter if she doesn't cum as long as you do.

At least, that was what you intended.

You chuckle darkly through heavy breaths, seeing Furina squirt and make a mess everywhere. "Seriously? You're cumming and squirting like a whore from getting your ass fucked? How pathetic can you get?"

Just then, a thought crosses your mind: how pathetic can she get?

Looking over at the pile of boxes next to you, you spot a marker on top of some documents that you hope were unimportant, seeing how some of Furina's juices got on them. You don't check to see if the marker is washable or permanent. You spread her legs even wider, and the last thing she hears is the cap getting removed before feeling a short, cool sensation on the back of her thighs.

"Every time you cum from me fucking your ass," Slap. "I'll write something on your body." Furina doesn't respond. She doesn't trust herself to run her mouth; remembering how that was the reason this encounter happened in the first place.

You lift her off your cock, making her whine at the loss of contact. She quickly realizes what you were trying to do as soon as you turn her to face the door. "N-no... please!" The Archon tries to make use of the rest of her feeble strength, kicking— though her actions tickled you more than it hurt.

"Oh, baby..." You cooed. Your tone almost reminded her of your meek, monosyllabic replies to her bossing you around— but now, there was an added sultriness and authority. "You can fight back all you want if that makes you feel better, but we both know you want this."

"Look. Even if you don't want to admit it, at least your body is honest." You rub on her still-sensitive clit, prolonging and coaxing out more of her orgasm. Tears start streaming down her face as soon as you bring her down on your cock, ass stretching to accommodate your size.

"Please, 'm sorry!... I'm... mhmff... Your personal cocksleeve is sorry! If we get caught..." Her words are cut off by a particularly hard thrust knocking the air out of her lungs. You smile at her words, but your pace doesn't relent. In fact, it gets even faster. "Oh? You know your name. I thought you were too dumb for even that." Besides, the way she clenched tighter once you positioned her in front of the door of the warehouse didn't go unnoticed.

She keeps on begging and apologizing through sobs and moans, feeling herself close to passing out with the sheer force of her incoming orgasm. With a loud sob, her body grows limp and her cum forms a puddle on the ground beneath you two.

"Tsk. All that talk, and she couldn't even last two rounds." You groan, laying her slack body on the floor. Her legs are trembling, and her thighs are a sticky mess. Her gaping hole is filled to the brim with your cum, just as it should be. There are numerous writings on her previously sacred body; namely words such as 'slut' and 'whore.'

With a few jerks of your cock, warm ropes of your cum shoot out and cover the woman beneath you. You zip up your pants, leaving her both physically and sexually ruined for the next person who would be unfortunate enough to find her.

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[mariaofdoranelle]

Lollapal-oops-a: part 1

Written for Rowaelin Month day 6 - Misunderstanding leading to disaster; @rowaelinscourt

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Hey guys!! I have three parts planned for this, all of them due this month <3

Warnings: none other than the prompt itself hehe

Words: 965

Aelin’s internship at Damaris Publishers had been a learning experience in many ways, but one she didn’t see coming is that, sometimes, you meet a scary-looking, highly muscled and tattooed IT guy, and the only bonding experience you’ll have with him is over the favorite drag queen you two have in common.

Or at least that was what got her rooted to the floor as she stared at the computer screen Rowan Whitethorn forgot to lock on his way to the break room. Five tabs open—two of some nerdy stuff she wouldn’t bother with, and three of Edna Thornie: her Vogue Get Ready With Me on YouTube, her special appearance at the Kinky Boots musical for the Doranelle tour, and another about her upcoming Lollapalooza show this weekend.

“Did he forget it again?” Fenrys asked on his way to her, palms rubbing with giddiness to prank his friend once again.

Aelin snorted. “Yep. Are we Ctrl+Alt+Arrowing him again?”

He made a show of stopping, both hands on his hips to think. “I dunno. Too basic, too predictable by now. Lemme think.”

She gave one last look at his screen—a giant picture of Edna Thornie in all her fake-titted glory, breastplate so big it could be a Z cup and unbelievably cunty go-go boots. Aelin really did love the drag queen’s artistry, but not on her office crush’s screen.

Not a crush, she had to correct herself for the first time, a few months after deciding he was too hot for his own good. Aelin had to get over it, and quick. One minute of silence to mourn the dick she’d never bounce on—because no straight man would watch Edna Thornie do her makeup routine on his own volition—then back to work.

She asked Fenrys, “Rowan, he’s a big fan of Edna Thornie, ain’t he?”

“Yep,” Fen said with a small smile. “If you look past that grumpy shell of his, you’ll find that he really loves her.”

That grumpy shell was what got her. One oat milk latte, and she wouldn’t be so confused to see a drag queen on his screen.

“And you don’t find it a little odd?” Aelin inquired while removing the batteries from his mouse. She was going to put a post-it with a winky face underneath it, a little mercy so he wouldn’t spend too long to find out why it isn’t working.

“Why would it be odd?”

“He doesn’t look the type, that’s all.” Aelin shrugged. “I never would’ve guessed.” She tried to conceal the disappointment in her face as much as possible, but it was hard to when she was one conversation away from asking him out.

Her friend unplugged one of the cables. Frowned at it. Took a moment to study Aelin’s expression, and it was a while before he said, “I think Edna’s come a long way as an artist, specially being part of a marginalized group, and I think it’s a good thing that Rowan is that supportive and proud of her.” He said with a finality that was odd for the lively man, Fenrys left no room for discussion. “Don’t you agree?”

“Yes!” Aelin blurted, only now realized how shitty it was of her to comment on that. Just because she misplaced Rowan as straight, it didn’t give her the right to talk about him like that. It was no one’s business, and so out of line of her. “Yes, of course. I’m a fan too, I’m going to her show at Lollapalooza, it’s just… um. Nevermind.”

“Okay, then…” he trailed. “Now, how long do you think it’ll take for him to find out if I cover the end of this cable with tape.”

Aelin’s eyes widened, and she easily entertained him, happy to have the weird conversation over. “You evil genius!”

Fenrys grinned, and today’s prank was settled. She wondered if they would get more ruthless with Rowan now that she knew nothing romantic would happen, but Fenrys was pure evil either way, so things would hardly change.

Once the shenanigans were done, Aelin decided to refill her water bottle, only to find Rowan hunched over his half-eaten snack.

“Fancy some coffee?” he asked, then pointed at one of the two coffee cups in front of him.

She grinned. “That’s so sweet, thanks.”

No, not just grinned. Aelin had kind of melted on the spot. Chocolate hazelnut cappuccino from the overpriced cafeteria, no special occasion at all. Family aside, she wasn’t used to get this treatment from guys who didn’t want to get in her pants. Every time he was sweet and thoughtful to her, it was just about him being a good person and nothing about getting Aelin naked. What an unusual realization.

“How’s that…” Aelin squinted her eyes at his prepped lunchbox because Mala forbid Rowan eats a non-muscle-building meal like the common folk. “Kiwi?”

“Very… sweet?” He frowned at it. “Consumable? Functional. Very Thursday snack.”

Aelin tilted her head, endlessly amused by this man’s inability to eat exclusively for pleasure. “You eat fruit every Thursday? As in, a calendar?”

His eyes crinkled with a good kind of intrigue, or so it seemed. “You do know that meal planning is quite common, right? And doctors say it’s best to eat fruit everyday—not just on Thursdays.”

“That’s so very fruity of you to say!” The joke was out before her mind could filter it out.

He laughed. “Well, I do like to eat fruit.”

Aelin shook her head with a small grin. “I bet you do.”

She wanted to ask if he’d be at Edna Thornie’s show this weekend as well, since Aelin was going alone, but it’d would give away that she had just snooped into his computer—why ruin the prank this soon?

A/N: I’m actually discontinuing this fic so Edna Thornie is Enda and they’ll hook up after the concert k bye love y’all xx

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[lanternouslobster]

okay uhm no images rn but here’s everything major that happened in Tomodachi Life over the weekend

Julia and MK got married! Yippee!!

They’re also already asking about kids which. Oops. Forgot that was gonna happen. Probably should’ve turned off the kid option but I forgot that was something you could turn off until after I had access to my 2DS during the weekend 💔 Gonna be sending any of them away as travelers bc it’d be way too awkward having them on the island 😭😭

Chase and Damien also. asked me about it. that kid is gonna be doomed my goodness

Speaking of those two, Chase started. not liking Damien after they got married. He’s better now!! but scared me for a second

On a better note!! Emma and Zee got married!!! They’re so cute together I love them

Wayne set up Priya and Scary Girl on a blind date and now they’re officially dating

I mentioned this in a different post but Millie and Caleb started dating but the relationship completely tanked and they were like “You know what? We’re better off as friends.” So now they’re friends again. They aren’t even listed as each other’s ex-sweethearts, just as friends, which I didn’t even know could happen. I’m glad they’re happy, at least

Everyone keeps crushing on taken people??? Wayne had a crush on Ripper (who is still intent on marrying Axel). Nichelle had a crush on Julia. Also on a different note I keep having to ward Bowie and Raj away from girls, which is incredibly awkward. Still, I’d rather repeatedly make them sad as opposed to making them. not gay

anyways that’s all.

[ill-say-anything-i-hafta]

Rocky Horror Picture Show Newsies AU

Hi, I realized today that all the characters from newsies have to be in a production of the Rocky Horror Picture Show and literally came out of retirement to write this down. Here’s the deal.

This is a college production with a shadow cast: shows are the last two weekends before Christmas break. Jack and Katharine are seniors and have been involved since they were freshmen. This time, they are reprising their roles as Brad and Janet, but their friend Medda, who always played Frank-N-Furter, just graduated and won’t be in the production this year.

Sarah is Magenta. Her brother David is only a sophomore and a rocky horror virgin (and the other kind too; in fact, he has never been kissed.) He decided it would be fun to try out for the criminologist, but he got cast as Frank instead, much to everyone’s surprise. He was horrified at first and thought about refusing the role, but ended up getting really into it. In his platform heels, he is about 7 feet tall and he looks amazing in lipstick and rubber gloves!

Racetrack plays Columbia and Spot plays Eddie. (Race is a trans guy and Spot is a cis girl; it is deliberately gender-bent casting.) Morris Delancey plays Riff Raff. He and Sarah really don’t like each other, which gives all their scenes together a special frisson. He doesn’t know any of his lines (true, he doesn’t have to say them, he just mouths them along with the actors on screen, but still!) and keeps messing up his cues, which offends Sarah’s sensibilities. His brother Oscar thinks the whole thing is stupid, but has been putting in lots of hours helping Morris practice.

You might think Crutchie would be stuck being the Crim because of the wheelchair, but no! He is Rocky. He performs totally naked except for a little gold loincloth. Elmer, who is in charge of props, helped Crutchie paint his crutches gold using paint they thought was water soluble. Turns out it is permanent, oops. Finch is the one who ended up being the Crim, which really suits his personality. He was set on the idea of having a fake mustache, even though the Crim doesn’t even have a mustache in the film. Elmer was like, sure, whatever, go nuts.

Buttons is doing costumes. He loaned Spot a leather jacket with shoulder pads from his personal wardrobe, which he will definitely never see again after the show wraps.

Darcy is the director; she is a theater major and is way too serious about everything. The cast tends to just ignore her, like Charlie Brown directing the pageant in “A Charlie Brown Christmas.” Seitz does tech for the show. Specs is that guy who says he has stage fight, but he sits in the front row at every rehearsal and performance and yells at all the callbacks, even the really weird ones that refer to things that none of them have ever heard of. (I might do a part two of this post which is all of Specs’ favorite callbacks, which of course is really just my favorite callbacks.)

Albert sells little prop bags of playing cards and party hats and toast at the door. They are also the one who asks attendees if they have seen Ricky Horror before. If anyone says no, Albert marks that person’s forehead with a red v of lipstick and later, they pull all the virgins up on stage during the preshow for public embarrassment. They are way too into this task. The preshow consists of Romeo and Jojo in wigs and teddies and fishnets, dancing to the original Eartha Kitt “Santa Baby,” mugging and shaking their hips and pushing each other violently off of Santa’s lap. Bill Hearst plays Santa.

Jack and Katherine have been dating for years, by the way, but Katherine has a crush on Darcy and maybe also on Oscar Delancey. Jack is ostensibly straight, but he and Crutchie made out once on the roof of the Life Sciences building after pulling an all-nighter. And Jack really, really likes David. Really likes him. Yeah.

Tommy Boy and Hannah and Henry and Mush and anyone elseI forgot are all Transylvanians. Practically the whole cast were already friends with each other except for David, like I said, and Spot, who showed up to the auditions out of nowhere and has an amazing alto and scares the shit out of everyone. She is the star forward on their school’s winning soccer team. Spot didn’t tell her teammates she was doing the show. She keeps missing practice to go to rehearsal or missing rehearsal to go to practice. Race, who always thought he was 100% gay, is fascinated by her.

Weisel is the head of the campus Buildings and Grounds department. He keeps accidentally-on-purpose forgetting to unlock the classroom where they rehearse. And Joe Pulitzer is the assistant dean who tells them they are not allowed to throw toast or other food at the screen in the auditorium because it could attract vermin.

What will happen when he tries to shut down the show? What will happen when the girls from the soccer team follow Spot to the dress rehearsal? What will happen when David is struck by debilitating stage fright, right before the curtain goes up on opening night? Who will make out at the off-campus cast party????

[ao3feed-hadestown]

I'll Walk Beside You Love

https://ift.tt/ja2hLbz by Party_Poison_05 Mendel was a poor boy with a lyre. Trina was a hungry young girl (who used to be a queen). It's a sad song. It's a love song. It's an old song. And we're gonna sing it again. (i suck at summaries. this is a falsettos x hadestown au. read it i swear it's better than i'm making it look) Words: 605, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Falsettos - Lapine/Finn, Hadestown - Mitchell, In Trousers - Finn Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, Multi Characters: Whizzer Brown, Marvin (Falsettos), Trina (Falsettos), Mendel Weisenbachfeld, Dr. Charlotte (Falsettos), Cordelia (Falsettos), Jason (Falsettos), Miss Goldberg (Falsettos), High School Sweetheart (Falsettos), The Workers (Hadestown) Relationships: Whizzer Brown/Marvin, Marvin/Trina (Falsettos), Trina/Mendel Weisenbachfeld, Marvin & Trina (Falsettos), Whizzer Brown & Trina, Dr. Charlotte/Cordelia (Falsettos), Jason (Falsettos) & Everyone, Everyone & Everyone Additional Tags: It's a Hadestown AU idk what to tell you, Mendel as Orpheus, Trina as Eurydice, But also Past!Trina as Persephone, thatll make sense in a minute, Marvin as Hades, Whizzer as Persephone, But also Past!Whizzer as Eurydice, they switch places a couple chapters in, Angst, Sad Ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Mythology, Alternate Universe - Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Fusion, NOT ACCURATE TO GREEK MYTHOLOGY, Trains, i guess, technically slave labor is in this ?, whatever you call what the workers are doing, oh shit i forgot the rest of the characters, Dr. Charlotte and Cordelia as Hermes, Jason's kinda doing his own thing, joint custody, he spends the weekends in the underworld XD, Hell, Character Death, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Marvin (Falsettos) has BPD, Marvin (Falsettos) has NPD, forgot yet two more characters woops, Miss Goldberg and Sweetheart as the Fates, there's a reason theres only two of em okay?, maybe non-explicit sex idk yet, we'll see when i get there, that was a lot of tags oops, Drag Queens, Drag Queen!Whizzer Brown (Falsettos), new tag just dropped :3, Marvin (Falsettos) Being an Asshole, Marvin Tries (Falsettos), Whizzer Brown loves Marvin, POV Alternating, Mostly Whizzer and Trina centric, Whizzer Brown & Trina Friendship, !!!, no beta we die like orpheus post canon (head chopped off by angry shovel women) via AO3 works tagged 'Hadestown - Mitchell' https://ift.tt/wmgDeRf

[starry-mist]

S5e20 thoughts:

I fell behind again, oops. Anyway, this was a decent season finale.

Same character, different actor: Dana Puddicombe has appeared in a few prior seasons, this time she's a doctor. I think she plays her scenes with Mayko Nguyen really well.

I love that in the pub scene Charlie has left half of the couch open just so he can sit practically on Sarah's lap. Where that closeness has gone in s6, I do not know...

The solidified bond between Jesse and Sarah is really apparent in this episode. Two near-death experiences, and together both times.

I forgot how emotional the character work is in this one. The case is really secondary to what's going on with the team. Side note: Had Justin Kelly not posted on Instagram that s6 was going ahead, I would have been EXTREMELY worried about Jesse's fate in that Charlie/Sarah scene outside his empty hospital room.

Love the added touch of Rex hanging out at Jesse's desk while he's in the hospital.

Charlie cannot resist touching Sarah's face, hair, etc., even in the lab now, though they're still being a bit cautious about affection/comfort out in the open. I find it really sweet that they have so many of their tender moments in the place where he first confessed his feelings to her. It's "their" spot now.

Gotta love Joe being the chief for all of five minutes, because of course this show fears making major lasting changes for its main characters.

This is another episode that I hope they submitted for this year's Canadian Screen Awards. Justin's performance in particular, as well as Mayko's, were so on point in this one.

And so ends the delightful season 5. I know moving to season 6 is about to give me whiplash. Probably won't get to it until the weekend, but fair warning, there will be SO MUCH SNARK.

[sheliesshattered]

So it turns out I completely forgot to take any pictures of my last sewing project. Oops. In fairness, it's a gift for my mother, whose birthday is tomorrow, and I didn't want to post any pictures until after it had arrived at her house and been opened. But I still meant to take some pictures, if not of the process at least of the final product. It wasn't until I got home from mailing it that I realized I full on completely forgot to take any photos at all. Oh well. Maybe Mom can snap a picture or two for me since I flat out forgot. Pics of that if/when I actually have them, lol.

But I'm already into my next sewing project, and I've resolved not to make that same mistake again. Which, really, is nearly the same mistake as I made with my fleece dress last month, when I didn't take any pictures at all until all the major seams were sewn. After documenting so much of my sewing throughout 2023, I seem to have completely forgotten all about taking photos of my works-in-progress the last couple of months. I aim to get back on course with this project, though!

The project in question is a hooded wrap sort of thing, made from the black and gray brushed cotton herringbone that I got a bolt of on ebay a couple of weeks back. After washing the bolt, it looks to be about 43" wide and roughly eight and a half yards long. I want to make an overdress for my fleece dress out of it too, but I think this wrap project will only take up about a yard and a half, maybe two, so I should have plenty left for an overdress. And then I can wear the wrap and the overdress together, potentially.

But really the thing I'm sewing this for is my birthday, which is coming up in about seven weeks. I have somehow talked Jack into going to Disneyland and spending all day in the Star Wars Galaxy's Edge area so I can pilot the Millennium Falcon as many times as possible, and doing some original costuming "Batuu-bounding" while we're there, too. Because I am nothing if not a costume nerd, and my life-long love for Star Wars has recently been reignited, so what better way to spend my birthday than dressed up in one of the best examples of 360 degree set building that I've ever seen.

After combining a bunch of pieces from my closet and my costume boxes, I've come up with an outfit that I like the look of, for a general purpose Force-sensitive smuggler pilot: my every-day tall Doc Martens with wraps over them, leather-look leggings, the vest from my Moment cosplay, and various accessories from my pirate-core and Wasteland days. I may need a better shirt to go with it, but I'm hoping to hit up Goodwill at least once or twice between now and then and see what I can find. The final choice will depend on a bit on the weather that week, which in late February in southern California can be literally anything from the cusp of freezing to 80 degrees, sunny or rainy or windy or some combination of all of them. I won't really know until the weekend beforehand.

Besides a shirt, the last piece I really want to add is this hooded wrap, both for practicality -- warmth in the morning and the evening, and keeping the sun off my head at midday without messing up my hair too much -- and for just the drama of a big hood and drapey wrap. I based the hood pattern on the hooded Vuvalini jacket I made for Wasteland Weekend way back in 2016, but took it in a bit both in width and depth (since I'm not trying to catch the wind with this one, and won't be wearing a fluffy scarf with it).

Over the weekend I drafted a pattern and made a mock-up, but the mock-up is really kinda ugly, since I used left over fabric and made a part of it significantly smaller just to save on fabric, so it's one of those mock-ups where you have to squint and imagine what the final product will look like. Not going to bother taking pictures of that. But it did serve the purpose of clarifying some design elements and finalizing fit, so still worthwhile.

With the hood pattern drafted and tested, and measurements for the long wrap bits figured out, I went ahead and cut it out of the herringbone fabric. Here it is all cut out, three pieces for the hood and two pieces for the back:

I'm doing french seams on this project, both to combat the fabric's tendency to fray, and to keep all the inner seams looking pretty when the hood is down, etc. Tonight I sewed up the first set of seams on the center back of the wrap, and all three hood pieces (as modeled by my sewing ham):

Tomorrow I'll press those narrow seams flat, and then sew each of them again a bit further in to completely encase the raw edges (ie a classic french seam). Next step after that will be attaching the hood to the right angle formed by the wrap pieces coming together in the center back. I did this, with shorter and narrower pieces, in my mock-up, and it's a little bit fiddly but not too bad. I didn't french seam the mock-up though, so we'll see if that adds any headaches to this.

Once both stages of the neck seam are done and the hood is attached, the last step will be hemming! And it's a lot of hemming, lol. The shorter edges of the wrap (starting from the top of the center back, where it meets the hood) are each 48" long and 18" wide. I actually haven't measured the outer, longer edge, nor done the math to figure out what it must be given that the center back is cut on a 45 degree bias, but let's just say it's a lot of inches. And then there's the hood opening too, which was cut to have a generous drape. Many many inches of hemming, really probably better measured in yards.

I need to play around with a couple of options, see if I like the look of top stitching or if I want to do the whole thing by hand with invisible stitches, but right now my assumption is that I'll end up doing this by hand. I actually enjoy handsewing hems, so that's not the worst thing in the world, and I've got plenty of time to get this finished before I plan to wear it at the end of February. I do have at least one other sewing project I'd like to tackle for our Star Wars Batuu-bounding day, and I'd like to leave room for other things to come up at the last minute too, so I'm going to keep buzzing through this just as quickly as I can. More pictures tomorrow, in all likelihood.

After I call my mom of course, and wish her a happy birthday. And beg her for photos of that thing I made for her, lol.

[milkteasandstrawberries]

hello once more my dear friends i say as though i have been posting this whole time!! what break in posting?? oops

but yes hello it is me ya girl back again this time bringing you a delightful Iced Tea

check out them pearls!!

today’s tea is one of my current faves: Milky Oolong! this is normally where i’d link to where i got it but apparently i have misremembered and now i have No Idea From Whence This Came which sucks for y’all right now and will suck for me later since as you can see i am running out!! boo hiss!!!

apparently you can get this multiple places so we are not collectively sol but i am still cross!!

anyway!! i did not take a picture of the brewed leaves because i forgot to but the little pearls unroll into delightful whole thin leaves and are very fun to look at and make less of a mess when you miss the trash can when you throw them out!! this was a very scuffed brewing experience

i brewed the first infusion for 8ish minutes and the second infusion for 9?ish? and poured both in a plastic pitcher and shoved that in the fridge for the last few days and now here we are:

the tea is delightful, especially as it warms a bit. fresh from the fridge the first notes are bitter and refreshing and then mellow as you go, but after 10 minutes or so the tea is still cold but you really get the nuttiness characteristic of an oolong, softened further by the silky mouthfeel milky oolong specifically is known for. it tastes like the last days of summer, where the days are getting a little shorter and there’s the barest hint of a chill in the air, like flowers going to seed, like the first blush of red and yellow on a tree, like the dream of fall during the dog days of summer.

if you already like oolongs definitely give this one a try. if you don’t, this one is unlikely to change your mind.

join me next time for something hopefully less scuffed! maybe over the weekend i can do a deep dive into what is actually in the dang ol tea cabinet as an excuse to organize it?? let me know your thoughts.

[kshitijrai]

Chopta Chandrashila Trek Packing Guide: No "I Forgot That" Moment!

Embarking on the Chopta Chandrashila trek is a journey through Uttarakhand’s pristine alpine trails, sacred summits, and starlit skies. But what often separates a rewarding experience from a stressful one is how well you pack. Whether you're heading out for a long weekend or partaking in an extended adventure, this guide ensures you’re fully equipped—minus any “Oops, I forgot…” moments.

Chopta Tour Essentials You Can't Skip

Before diving into your backpack, start with the basics. Chopta’s terrain is beginner-friendly but unpredictable, especially during the pre-monsoon and post-monsoon months.

Must-Haves for Clothing & Comfort:

Quick-dry trekking pants and thermal inner layers

A fleece jacket and a windproof/waterproof outer shell

Gloves (thermal and waterproof), woolen socks (2-3 pairs), and a beanie

Lightweight t-shirts (preferably full sleeve) and trekking boots with good grip

A rain poncho or jacket, even during dry spells

Night Stay Comfort: Nights at higher altitudes can dip well below 5°C. Carry a warm sleeping bag liner if not provided in your package and an insulated jacket to help retain warmth in the camps.

Gear Guide for the Chopta Trail

When ascending to the Chopta altitude, especially during early mornings or night treks, you’ll want the right equipment.

Your Packing Checklist:

Backpack (40–50L) with rain cover

Headlamp or torch with extra batteries

Water bottles or hydration pack (minimum 2L capacity)

Power bank and portable charger

UV sunglasses and sunscreen (SPF 50+)

Trekking pole (foldable preferred)

First-aid kit and personal medication

Pro tip: Don't forget biodegradable wet wipes, tissue rolls, and ziplock bags for dry waste. The trail expects responsible trekkers.

When to Go: Best Time to Visit Tungnath

The best time to visit Tungnath is during the months of April to June and then again from September to November. Summers offer clear views, gentle weather, and vibrant rhododendron blooms. Post-monsoon trails are green and washed clean by the rains, with crystal-clear Himalayan vistas.

Avoid the harsh winters unless you're ready for deep snow and closed trails. In that case, specialized winter gear becomes mandatory.

Know the Route: Chopta to Tungnath Trek Distance

The Chopta to Tungnath trek distance is around 3.5 km, further extending by 1.5 km to Chandrashila summit. While it may sound short, the gradient and terrain can challenge even seasoned trekkers, especially in cold weather.

Start early, walk at a steady pace, and hydrate often. The trek's spiritual significance and the panoramic views from the summit will make every step worthwhile.

Package or No Package: What’s Better?

For first-time trekkers or weekenders, opting for a Chopta Tungnath trek package is a smart choice. Packages usually include meals, guides, permits, camping gear, and emergency support. You won’t have to arrange transport, and safety measures are often better coordinated.

If you're heading out solo or planning a customized experience, ensure you're well-versed with weather updates, local route knowledge, and campsite options.

Last Word Before You Trek

The Chopta Chandrashila trek is more than just a Himalayan hike—it’s a blend of serenity, challenge, and spiritual elevation. To enjoy it fully, thoughtful packing isn’t optional—it’s essential. With the right gear, you won’t just survive the trail—you’ll savour every moment of it.

Choose your trail date wisely, check weather conditions, and lean on a curated Chopta Tungnath trek package if convenience is your priority. Whether you’re watching the sunrise from Chandrashila or ringing the bells at Tungnath temple, you’ll be glad your backpack is just as ready as you are.

[mlmarcmarquez]

moto2 thoughts (warning: chaotic & unedited & very long)

warning you right now - i lowkey just kinda had a meltdown in the middle of this post so apologies in advance (its a part of the chaos)

who am i rooting for? david alonso & celestino vietti, of course! <3

lets get into it!!!

i lowkey feel sick but i think thats because i havent eaten today and its 11:20am, oops

eep, david has dropped A LOT

cmon deniz !

alonso and holgado are together again....... lets not repeat last race, boys

cele lets go :P

cmon david, lets go into this podium fight!

oh yeah, holgado has to serve his penalty, i forgot about that

im eating a pink lollipop, so clearly david alonso is gonna win :P

seriously tho, if david wins, that'll be another prediction come true today (the first one was maximo winning)

oh shit, dani nearly dropped the bike doing his LLP

david how are u sixteenth, can we pls Climb Higher

this race isnt as clustered as moto3, but still, EUGH

i know he's lowkey injured, so i'm not gonna be harsh, but i lowkey need 2024!david to appear today, pls and thank u

i have three predictions for wins this weekend and i stg, getting one correct is already insane enuff, if i get 2 or even 3, im gonna screech

SO COME ON DAVID

I NEED TO SCREECH

confession time: i dont want manu to win, sorry LOL

alonso is baby goat, and goats climb !

i dont like this 0.8 second gap between baltus and ramirez im ngl

okay the gap is closing, good good

fucking lap 5 of 19, wtaf

i fear im gonna eat thru my entire lollipop stash at this rate, bcuz i am STRESSING

cele, why are u 9th 😭😭 u were 6th seconds ago

david. baby goat. goats climb. can we CLIMB PLEASE.

aye he climbed 😂😂

why is cele so far behind baltus, wtf

lopez, ur great, ur friends with fermin, but like. Fuck Off Of Cele lol

i dont like that the top 4 are getting away :/

dgmw the big groups are so dangerous and risky, but theyre also more fun lol

david, cmon on, why r u thirteenth 😭😭

when tf did manu gets the lead ???

ayee, david 12th, lets go

every time i complain about his position, he goes up one

ooo, arenas stylish !!

cele can u also climb? u look like a fkn goat, so lets move like one (this isnt shade lol, i love cele)

and he drops into 9th instead LMFAO

my stream just shat itself omfg???

uhh.. hold on ig

WHY DO I ALWAYS REJOIN MY STREAMS MID CRASH ?!

i hope navarro is okay :(

OH DAVID 11TH LETS GO

i need to open the curtains downstairs so my comments may be bad if something insane happens whilst im downstairs lol

david 10th !!

"only four seconds off the leader" 💀💀

dgmw, i think itll be funny if every single race this weekend is won by spaniard, however, I Have Predictions.

one of those predictions was a spaniard (maximo), but the others are columbian (david alonso), and Fucking Italian (pecco) so

eric fernandez penalty 😬

sorry my streams keep breaking lmfaoo

but AYE DAVID 9th

my stream isnt working FUCK SAKE

we've switched commentators 🫡🫡

can we pls close the gap and stop manu from winning pls, i dont want him to win again 😭

i love it when one person doesn't dominate all the races, unless their name is marc marquez, in which case, pls win every race apart from mugello LOL

my stream is breaking part 10830804

7 laps to go

FUCK ME the gap between baltus and david is HUGE

1.3 seconds! WTF?!

1.5 seconds now, omfg

thats it, im having a second lollipop

oh cele is back in sixth :D

my lollipop is concanved D:

the gap between baltus and david was shrinking, but idk anymore

can we pls not let manu win :/

sorry to the manu fans who follow me but like... It's Boring /lh

im lowkey done with this race already 😭

its fine if david doesnt win, he has 3 more races for my prediction to come true in, but GAH

stream broke again

back to tnt sports ig ? not rlly ? all the streams r buffering so :/

DAVID 8TH AHHH HE CLOSED THE GAP

i feel like im watching f1 rn and thats not a compliment

pls let cele finish p3 plsplsplsplsplspls

cmon cele just appear, just take third, COME ON

i like aron & diogo, but i NEED cele on the podium

eugh, its not happening, is it?

aron podium tho ? :P

ahhhhh omfg

CELE

aww man, cele :(((

p5 and p8. sigh. time to forget this race personally.

[uidbmgmt]

And so Everfree Northwest 2023 has come and gone. I had such a blast this past weekend. Lemme regale to you my story.

Long post ahead.

I got to room with some amazing new people and learn more about them and their lives. Cross was there for The Owl House VAs and he was a joy. We watched random videos on YouTube and talked about all kinds of stuff. Erik was a great roomie. He’s an author and gave each of us copies of his work! I’m not much of a book reader, but I’ll try my hardest to stick to it. Tori was so kind and a pleasure to room with. It’s so wonderful to room with strangers and end up as friends.

I was so fortunate to see some of my friends there and hang out with them. I always enjoy my time with friends, especially at con. It’s extra special when we all start making real talk and let out our true feelings. It was always wonderful to run into other bronies at the smoke area and make chitchat about stuff with them. Would have done it more, but it was hot outside and I was keeping busy.

I entered the cosplay contest, my first ever, with one of my con roomies. We didn’t win, but that’s okay. It was fun to try. I made sure to cheer and shout extra loud for all the cosplayers who went up on stage. I am so happy that my friend Stuart won judges choice in the contest from The Owl House VAs. He works so hard on his cosplays every year and he deserves every bit of recognition he got. So proud of him. Give the man a big round of applause!

I made sure to bring my bubble bazooka with me so I could blow bubbles for everyone. I was gonna do it in the Gala but they didn’t want the dance floor slippery. Totally understandable. I went outside the gala and blew bubbles at the entrance, people coming and going through a pathway of bubbles! People LOVED it. After a bit someone came out and told me a few of the bubbles were making their way to the stage! That’s faaarrrr. XDDD I’ll have to bring it back again next year and blow bubbles in the foals room, with permission of course.

I made over 250 kandi bracelets for Everfree this year, had been working on them since the beginning of the year. I started giving them out on day zero. I’m happy to report I gave away every single kandi bracelet I had brought with me. I was not the only one doing this as other people were dropping kandi bracelets here and there on the free tables too. People absolutely loved them. I think next year I might give out buttons too, we’ll see.

I went to one panel while I was there. It was a panel for plushie making. It was hosted by a person named Hibiscus Stitch and they have been making plushies since the early 2000’s. I made sure to give them a kandi bracelet before the panel started. It interesting to hear about their story and see the progress they have made in their journey. They even had words of encouragement for aspiring plush toy makers from other plushie artists out there. Before the panel, a person came up the them three unicorn Twilight Sparkle plush toys and asked if they would hand them out during the panel. They agreed and so at the end, they threw them into the audience. I got supremely lucky as they threw one right in my direction, I was sitting in the front, so I jumped up, grabbed it, fell back into my chair and then onto the floor, on my back. I laughed because it was funny and my friend Stuart helped me up. Needless to say I got the plushie. I’m so happy to add a Twilight Sparkle plush to my collection. I didn’t have one before now. :3

After the panel, since there was no plush toy meetup on the schedule, I convinced the other attendees in the panel with plush toys to gather them all together for a photo. There were so many big ass plush toys there, it’s enough to make you squeal. I got a real good photo of the plushies, including the ones I had with me, Twilight and my own girl Magic Lady, but I totally forgot to include Angel Bunny in the video. OOPS. Sorry Angel, I know you just wanted the attention.

It was great fun to go to two room parties while I was there! I always enjoy a good room party, so I absolutely had to attend one. Or two. On Friday, Stuart and I went and checked out the BABScon room party. It was pretty bussin. They had several different drink options, both alcoholic and nonalcoholic, and so my friend and I each got ourselves a drink, donating the rest of my change to the tip jar. I got a tasty, pony themed, alcoholic beverage while Stuart got a pony themed mocktail. Both were delicious. We didn’t stay there for long, just enough to finish my drink. Stuart doesn’t take to loud parties so I made sure we got out quick. Hope you weren’t too overstimulated while there. I know the awesome convo in the room probably made up for it.

The second room party I went to was on Saturday and it was in my Bitch Buddy’s room. Her and her newlywed husband hosted a small party with drinks and Cards Against Humanity. There were oven ten people at the party! We played cards against the plush toys and I got drunk. Not too drunk though, just a comfortable level where I was still competent. I had so much fun at this room party. I always enjoy having a small room party with friends and CAH always makes for a great time. I got lucky and Bitch Buddy let me write in a black card. “What got me kicked out of the convention?” It was the first card we played. I also won that round because I wrote my custom white card as a direct response to that question that would also be hilarious in other situations. I didn’t set out to fix myself the winner, it just ended up that way. LOL, I got karma, it was the only black card I won that game. XDDD

Do you feel sad and need your faith in humanity restored? I got you. At the end of day one, I stopped at a free table while on the way to vape to check for goodies. I put my bag down on a seat next to it and then walked away without it. After getting back to my room, I realized I didn’t have it and went to look for it. Stuart was with me, so we checked the areas we were at and nothing. Feeling panicked, but not wanting to show any emotion about it, I masked being calm and decided to check first with hotel staff and then secondly with con ops. I went to the front desk and kindly asked, “Has anybody turned in a bag? It’s a clear MLP bag and it has my wallet, a plush toy that opens into a bag, two pairs of glasses,” etc and so on. The two at the desk looked at each other and one said, “I’ll go get it, I just took it down,” and he left for the staff door. They told me yes, someone just turned it into them. I was beyond happy. I literally turned around and shouted loudly, “Thank you bronies!” I quickly looked back to the receptionist and apologized for the noise. They didn’t mind. I checked my phone while waiting and I had a new discord notification from someone I had not known. Apparently the hotel notified the con that I had lost my bag and they sent me a message to check with hotel front of desk to get it. I was so happy. When I got my bag back, I made sure to check it. Everything was still there, including my grocery money. Man, if you needed a story to restore your faith in humanity, that was it.

On day zero, while I was waiting for the head of room to arrive, I was lucky to run into someone giving away little pony figures. They were in a crochet bag. I picked up a Mrs Cake to go with my Mr Cake. The person with the toys mentioned that once they were all out, they would be giving the bag they were in away. They asked if I wanted it and so I said absolutely! It was such a lovely bag. They said once they run out they’re giving it to the first person who wants it, so hopefully I would get lucky. On day two, I ran into them again and they had emptied the bag of all its contents. They mentioned again that they were going to give it away and I happen to be the first person he encountered. Well, I have a brand new bag now. It’s a lovely, handmade shoulder bag, big enough to hold a pony plush or two. It looks like something Izzy Moonbow would make, so it’s now officially my Izzy bag. I’d I ever cosplay her, I’ll have the perfect bag. I took all my pony pins and buttons and put them on the bag. I’m gonna cover the whole thing.

The arts and crafts room is always a great place to find good people. I went there to make kandi bracelets and ended up running into what I would call my most favorite cosplayers there this year. I didn’t notice them when I sat down, but a couple minutes later, I looked over and grinned from ear to ear. They looked at me confused, until they realized I recognized their cosplay. They were cosplaying as Nostalgia Critic. It gets better. The guy next to them looks at me too and goes, “And I’m Linkara.” I lost it. I was so happy. I managed to get a great picture of them together. A short bit later, they hand me a bracelet and ask me if I wanted to keep it. I love all gifts so I said yes. It said E621 on it. I felt like I knew that from somewhere, but couldn’t recall. Later in my room, I asked my roomies about it and Cross laughed. “It’s a furry porn site,” he said. I immediately shouted, “OKAY THIS IS MINE NOW.” I think it’s so hilarious.

My brain is not a nice place and while making a bracelet with trans colors on it, my brain said to put the word “tr*n*y” on it. I immediately told the people around me that my brain said that and they all cringed. I did too. Everyone, including my heart was telling me no way Jose. I said, “Brain, you can do better.” Instead, another voice in the brain said, “Okay, you want a trans bracelet but don’t want it to directly say “transgender” or “trans”, make it say “transmission”. You’re a transmission, just a little refurbished.” I laughed at that and went with it. Now I have a transmission bracelet. LOL I rather like it, actually. It’s evidence that even though my brain is a pit of disgusting filth, my heart is still golden and trying its best.

The vendor hall was great. Such a variety of pony related goods. Plushies, clothing, bags, pins, keychains, stickers, cups, all manner of things. I didn’t have a ton of money to spend but I was able to get myself a glass tumbler filled with glitter, featuring Princess Luna on the front. I wanted something useful from the vendor hall so that was a logical choice. I use a tumbler every day for water. I sure hope my cats or my absentmindedness don’t accidentally break it. I also was able to purchase a Zipp Storm badge and two pins, SciTwi and Sunset, for myself.

My caretaker, my roomie, and her girlfriend were supposed to attend the con too, but their hotel got overbooked and they couldn’t find another room so they ended up going home. At the very least, they were able to bring me my medications that I forgot. I felt so bad for them so I spent the last of my money for the month to get them each something from the vendor hall to make up for it. I got Greg a Derpy lanyard, Maya a SciTwi pin, and Carrie got an Aria button. I’m so sorry you weren’t able to attend this year. I’ll see if I can talk Greg into going next year and we can all room in the convention hotel together, no overbooking there.

I am a small artist, barely even known, so I decided to take a few of my unity crystal lapel pins with me and see if anyone wanted to buy one or trade. I was fortunate to be able to trade with two other artists while there, Moozua and GleamyDreams. I got a Fluttershy pin and a keychain of Bowser in a jar. My first trades ever!! I was gonna trade more with the vendors, because Sunday is the day to do it, but I was out of service then.

Out of service? Well, I woke up Sunday morning from PTSD nightmares with one hell of a tension headache. I couldn’t do anything but sleep all day. I did eventually wake up with no headache but by that time, the convention had officially come to an end. I’m not too upset about it. Sure, I missed the last day, but I had a FANTASTIC couple days before then. That more than made up for it. It ended up working out anyways.

It worked out, because during the room party, we were exposed to ‘you know what’. I’m not upset about it whatsoever. I had a fun time and if I die, I die happy. Don’t worry though, I don’t think I’m gonna die from anything yet. I would take a test but it’s too early and you can’t find them in our town. I will just self isolate in my room, wear a mask, and monitor myself for any bad signs. Not too difficult, I self isolate all the time. XDDD

I had a couple issues finding a ride, but managed to find one a month before con. They were so very nice, the both of them, and very understanding of my being in contact with you know what. They even still offered me a ride home, despite it, and the next day they were transparent with me about having a sore throat and still offered their services. I made sure to give each of them one of my custom unity crystal pins as a token of gratitude.

I am so fortunate to have such loving people in my life. I received so many gifts from people this year. A Fluttershy ID, a Sunset Shimmer lighter, several kandi bracelets, and some artwork. Not to mention the books, the bag, and plushie unicorn Twilight (if you count that). I am truly blessed by some force of the universe. Something made sure I did not go unrecognized.

I had such a wonderful time at Everfree this year. It was truly awesome. I’m ecstatic I got to see so many wonderful people there and make lasting memories. I hope to go back next year and room with my housemates. I’ll convince them. We’ll all have so much fun. We can host a room party and invite all our friends. I plan to apply to host a plushie meetup, since there wasn’t one on the schedule, and maybe host another panel, if I get approved. I have a couple ideas floating around in my head.

My apologies if you went to Everfree and we did not get to talk much. I didn’t mean to snub you and I hope I get to make up for it next convention. I also apologize if I said or did anything else that might have upset or rubbed you the wrong way. Do let me know if I did and we will work things out. That’s what friends do. I love you all so very much and thank you for reading along.

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Cameron Art Museum [7/22/2023]

Matthew L. Young

Oops! I forgot to post again. I've been pretty busy lately, inside and outside of the internship. On Wednesday, I edited and organized the photos I took of Gunner, the service dog that was at the museum on Friday. It was pretty standard, but because the museum wanted to post all the photos the following day, I had to work quickly. Yesterday was much more interesting. I was asked to film a Spanish-language tour of the museum, and although I took Spanish in high school, I don't remember any of it. After shooting some clips with the tour guide, I went back upstairs to edit the footage, and using the takes that she told me were good, I cobbled together an edit. Then, I taught myself how to use Premiere's auto-transcription tools to create a Spanish subtitle track, which I translated to English using a website I found.

It's an awful (very funny) translation, which is why next Wednesday I'll be working with the tour guide to fix the AI translation into something that actually makes sense. This might actually help me out outside of this internship, because I found a French sci-fi ski film called Apocalypse Snow that doesn't have an English translation anywhere I've looked. It doesn't have a lot of dialogue, so I was still able to watch it on my own, but I might run a screening event and show it at that. If I can use the same tool to translate it, I might be able to ask a French-speaker in the UNCW world languages department to go over the already-provided translations with me and fix them, creating a more accessible version for anyone who wants to see it.

Also, here's a clip I shot that the museum posted on Thursday. I swear, the grain, overexposure, and excessive lens flares are all on purpose. I'm really glad the museum let me do weird little camera tests, especially since it was while I was shooting their promotional material. They were very willing to let me learn at my own pace and try a lot of new things, and that was definitely my favorite thing about the experience. It'll be a bummer when I stop interning here, but since I'll be done working on the weekends soon, I'll finally be able to go the the events they host on Saturdays and Sundays. So that's nice.