#Lighting Prospects

[fxhfxbnb]

Bclub: Interfacing Individuals, Lighting Prospects

Title: Bclub: Interfacing Individuals, Lighting Prospects

In the tremendous and interconnected scene of current culture, one element has become the overwhelming focus - Bclub. Something beyond a name, Bclub addresses a unique power, a nexus where people meet, thoughts thrive, and associations flash additional opportunities. In this article, we leave on an excursion to unwind the quintessence of Bclub, investigating its part in cultivating local area, empowering cooperation, and forming the manner in which individuals associate in the computerized age. Bclub: Associating Individuals, Touching off Conceivable outcomes Bclub: Interfacing Individuals, Lighting Prospects

The Introduction of Bclub:

Each people group, stage, or idea has a start, and Bclub is no exemption. Whether it arose as a reaction to a cultural need or as a visionary thought, understanding the starting points of Bclub is pivotal to valuing its effect on the different embroidery of its individuals. Bclub: Interfacing Individuals, Touching off Conceivable outcomes Bclub: Interfacing Individuals, Lighting Prospects

Building Associations in the Advanced Domain:

In a period where computerized associations are turning out to be progressively common, Bclub could act as a virtual safe house for similar people. It very well may be a social stage where individuals share interests, take part in conversations, and produce associations that rise above geological limits. Investigating how Bclub explores the subtleties of online communications reveals insight into the developing idea of human associations in the 21st hundred years.

Encouraging Coordinated effort and Innovativeness:

At the core of Bclub's main goal could be a pledge to coordinated effort and inventiveness. On the off chance that it's a stage or local area, its capacity to cultivate a cooperative climate where thoughts combine and inventiveness flourishes is a demonstration of its importance. Inspecting cooperative tasks, shared drives, or imaginative undertakings inside Bclub gives knowledge into its job as an impetus for development.

Participation Advantages and Special Elements:

What separates Bclub from different networks or stages? Whether it offers select advantages, specific substance, or interesting elements, understanding the advantages of being a piece of Bclub upgrades the part insight. From systems administration chances to admittance to master experiences, Bclub's contributions could be the way to opening new skylines for its individuals.

Bclub in real life: Genuine Stories, Genuine Effect:

Nothing talks stronger than genuine accounts of people whose lives have been moved by Bclub. Interviews with individuals, examples of overcoming adversity, and tales of coordinated effort give an unmistakable outline of Bclub's effect on an individual level. These stories rejuvenate the ethos and soul of Bclub, displaying its genuine impact.

Difficulties and Wins:

Exploring the consistently changing scene of online networks isn't without its difficulties. Bclub, as well, may have confronted obstacles, gained from misfortunes, and developed to address the issues of its individuals. Breaking down the difficulties and wins of Bclub gives a nuanced comprehension of its strength and flexibility.

Looking Forward: The Eventual fate of Bclub:

As Bclub proceeds to develop and advance, what does the future hold? Whether it's development plans, new elements, or a reclassified mission, investigating the guide of Bclub offers a brief look into its future direction. Guessing how Bclub will adjust to arising patterns guarantees its proceeded with pertinence in a steadily developing advanced scene.

Conclusion:

Bclub, in its envisioned structure, addresses something beyond a name - it exemplifies a space where associations are made, thoughts are sustained, and conceivable outcomes are touched off. As Bclub keeps on composing its story, it makes a permanent imprint on the people who call it home, representing the force of local area in cultivating development, cooperation, and a common excursion toward an eventual fate of vast potential outcomes. https://brianssclub.cc/

[sgt-tombstone]

nothing makes me happier than the idea that Simon has a little old lady that lives next door to his flat in Manchester who doesn’t know who he is so she dotes on him with all of the force and determination usually reserved for USAmerican southern grandmothers

and of course he’s powerless to stop it, even if he knew how, so he just submits to being forcefully taken care of and worried about every time he goes on leave (to his great embarrassment the first time Johnny comes home with him and sees the fearsome lieutenant getting coddled by a random 93 year old woman who treats him like her grandson)

[vintagecamping]

Legendary Yukon Joe with his pack dogs on the Hart Hwy

Prince George, British Columbia

1950

[jadafitch]

Prospect Harbor Point Light, Prospect Harbor, Gouldsboro, Maine. Prospect Harbor Light, as seen in the January, 2022 fire at gull cottage.

[tightjeansjavi]

party trick

A/N: this silly little fic is directly inspired by this hilarious post by @pedge-page 😝 this fic is meant to be silly, a little unrealistic, and fun! If that ain’t your thing, no worries! Just scroll on by, gem. Also, big thanks to @itsokbbygrl for betaing and @morallyinept for encouraging me with my shenanigans! hehe.

~word count: 1.9k~

Summary: your boyfriend Dieter wants to show you his new party trick that he learned from a pornstar named Ezra

Pairing | Dieter Bravo x pornstar!Ezra x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, smut, established relationship, mentions of drugs and eating, dieter and the reader are openly bi, implied open relationship (not described) Ezra is a bi male pornstar (definition of bi panic) (very light dubious consent as reader and dieter smoke before fucking but it is not described) male masturbation, self sucking??, reader is able bodied with no physical descriptions, readers nickname is gumdrop, no age gap, +18, minors dni!

Your first date with the ever-so eccentric, Dieter Bravo, was a success! Sure, he was a bit clumsy, and maybe even a bit of a blubbering idiot, but you had an incredible time. Did you kiss? Well—maybe! There’s a tell-tale sign when he admires the color of your lipstick against the heart shaped patch in his beard.

After that first date, he washes his face, but is careful to not remove the residue of your lipstick. Not even a week goes by and he’s asking you out on a second date.

Two dates turns to ten and somewhere down the line…you’re Dieter Bravo’s girlfriend, and you couldn’t be happier. (And neither could he)

-

Dieters plan for the evening was to throw a party with some of his friends: not necessarily a rager, per se, just an intimate get-together. Pop a few bottles, skinny dip in his inground pool, and dance under the California night sky.

He canceled his plans last minute because the only person he wanted to spend his evening with was you, his gumdrop.

Hiya, gumdrop baby! 💗

Dee! Hey, baby boy ��� having fun at your party?

He cheeses a smile down at his phone, dimples on display, fingers typing fast on the tiny screen, little tap tap taps echoing through the cooling evening air.

Good golly, I’m blushing 🤭 actually…I canceled the party! Just wasn’t feeling the vibes for it! Wanna come over?

Yes! I’d love to! I was just about to order some takeout. Want me to pick something up on the way?

Yes! How about veggie grill? I was just about to smoke, want me to wait up for ya? Oh! Also, I got something I wanna show you later 😉

Being in a relationship with Dieter meant that nothing he could possibly say or do surprised you anymore, but his vibrance, care-free, goofy, eccentric attitude, made him even more attractive to you. That and the fact that he was the literal definition of a trash panda. Your trash panda specifically.

Sounds good to me! 💗 did you want your usual or something different? You don’t have to wait for me, Dee! I’ll have some when I come over. Oh? What is it that you want to show me? 👀

Okie doke! Hey, how about you just order the whole menu? My treat! See ya soon, gumdrop xx. And you’ll see! It’s a surprise. Hehe.

God, Bravo. You sure know how to spoil a gal rotten! Looking forward to the surprise!

He hearted your messages before he reached behind his ear and grabbed his perfectly rolled joint and reached for his lighter that was resting on the table next to the poolside chair he was spread out on.

He couldn’t wait to see you and show you his new party trick.

-

Hours earlier in the day, Dieter found himself in his bed, boxers discarded on the floor and his fist languidly wrapped around his half-hard cock.

His freehand was scrolling through Pornhub, trying to find something to get off to. Usually it didn’t take him very long to settle on a video, but today he was finding it to be a bit of an annoying struggle.

He scrolled and scrolled till he stumbled upon something he had never seen before, self sucking?

He spit into his palm, using his saliva as a natural lubricant because he was too lazy to reach across his nightstand to grab his favorite bottle of lotion (ain’t nobody got time for that!).

Holy shit! He’s sucking himself off??

Christ, his cock is taking up the entire screen!

Dieter's private thoughts ran rabid as he watched the pornstar, Ezra, easily bend over and suck the head of his cock (which was massive, by the way) into his mouth.

“Holy fuck! How is that even possible?!” Dieter announced in disbelief.

He paused the video, and went to Ezra’s page and scrolled till he found the contact button and a direct link to Ezra’s instagram. He sent him a message:

Hey! I hope this doesn’t come off as weird or creepy (feel free to ignore) but I watched one of your videos just now…the self sucking one and DUDE, nice cock! How the hell do I do that? 🫣

Ezra responds seconds later after hearting the message,

HOLY SHIT! THEE DIETER BRAVO GOT OFF TO MY COCK? 🥵 (sorry, huge fan!) anyway, gem, I’d be happy to show you the art of self sucking, and then you too can be a pro like me. xx

Dudeee you’re a fan of me?? I’m blushing! 😉 okay, okay, I have to ask…is it all natural?

I am, indeed! You have quite the eccentric presence, gem. Oh, it’s natural alright. The gods have certainly laid their blessing upon my loins x.

Ohhh, I get it! You’re like Shakespeare? 🤣 damn, you sure know how to swing that thing around! Anyway, I will take you up on that offer! Here’s my number:

Lawl. You’re a funny one huh, gem? I suppose I am a bit like Shakespeare both with my verbiage, and my cock. You free right now?

The funniest guy around! Well, Romeo, got my cock out and everything, let’s boogie?

Boogie we shall.

And so that’s how Dieter ended up FaceTiming with Ezra: who coincidentally, also had his cock out.

“Not to be a total massive fucking flirt, but you’re gorgeous, and my girlfriend would probably eat you right up!” Dieter preened, leaning in close so he could get a better look at Ezra’s third limb, er, cock.

“Oh?” Ezra smirks, “would she now? Well, gem, perhaps the three of us should get together sometime?”

“Yes! You can be like the skunk to my raccoon!” Dieter said with a giggle.

“I beg your finest pardon? Your—what?”

“Oh! Sorry, sorry. Probably should have provided some context, huh?” Dieter blushes.

“Naturally, gem. Go on.” Ezra sits back on his elbows, listening,

“So, my girlfriend calls me a trash panda! It’s endearing, really. And well, you got that blonde streak in your hair…so you can be the skunk?”

Ezra chuckles in pure amusement, eyebrows raising, heavy cock bobbing between his thighs.

“A skunk, huh? You’re lucky I think you’re cute, gem.”

Dieter fanned his face like the little slut that he was, and giggling, “You think I’m cute?”

“Cute as a button, gem. Now, let’s see what we’re working with so that you can show your girlfriend what I taught you.”

“Yes sir.”

Ezra is a wonderful teacher and by the end of it, Dieter is almost able to suck the head of his cock into his mouth. There’s a slight strain in his lower back, but fuck it! You only live once.

“Well, gem, I think you just have to remember to relax your muscles. Pretend you’re floating on a babbling brook, or napping on a fluffy cloud, and then you’ll be sucking yourself off in no time. I gotta run, but let me know how it goes!”

“Ahh! Okay, I think I can manage that! Thanks for all the help, Ezra.”

“Anytime, gem. Anytime.”

-

After passing the joint back and forth together, fucking (a few times) and devouring the veggie grill you brought over, Dieter brings you upstairs to his bedroom, nearly stumbling over his two feet because he’s so excited to show you his new party trick!

“Sit that cute ass on the bed, gumdrop.” He’s not being domineering at all, quite the opposite actually.

You’re both naked, naturally because in Dieter’s home, clothes are always optional!

You wrap your arms around him from behind, kissing his jawline, pecking at the heart patch in his beard. “Are you gonna show me the surprise now, Dieter?”

He leans back into your embrace with a pleasant sigh, “Yes, gumdrop. But c’mon, bed. Now.”

You press one last kiss to his face before detaching yourself from around him, walking over to the bed and plopping down with a soft, oof.

He joins you moments later, laying on his elbow facing you while you reach across and card your fingers through the soft curly hairs on his chest.

“So I was watching this porno earlier, right? I did a deep scroll, and stumbled across this video of this dude…with literally the biggest fucking cock that my two eyes have ever seen!” He speaks animatedly, throwing his hands up as he leans in.

“It literally took up the entire fucking screen, gumdrop! Anyway, that wasn’t the craziest part! His cock was so big, and long, that the motherfucker was able to suck himself off! Dude barely even had to bend over, just popped that sucker right in and got to suckin’!”

You twirl a strand of his chest hair between your fingers, giggling as you listen to his dramatic retelling of the massive cock he saw.

“Shit, it really took up the whole screen? That’s insane, Dee!”

“YEAH! Like…the guy was packing a literal BAZOOKA down there!” He chuckles, leaning in so he can nuzzle his face against yours.

“Anyway, I found the guy's instagram and sent him a message because I thought to myself, ‘Damn! Imagine if I could also suck my own cock?’”

“Let me guess, you asked this pornstar fellow how you can suck your own cock like him?”

“Yes! How did you know?” He chuckled and stole a quick kiss, melting against you like the soft man that he was.

“Lucky guess?” You tease, dragging your finger down lower, skating it across one of his nipples. “So, was it a success? Did he teach you how to properly suck your own cock, Dee?”

“Well, I was actually able to barely get the tip in my mouth! Wanna see, gumdrop? S’gonna be my new party trick!”

“Show me, Dee.” You giggle, encouraging him as he quickly sits up, remembering how Ezra told him the way to curve his spine, and relax his muscles so that he can bend over just enough—

Dieter is hunched over, using one hand to hold the base of his cock, and the other is resting against his lower back for support. He’s so fucking close to wrapping his lips around the head of his cock when–pinch!

He yelps in surprise, immediately rolling over and yowling like a cat.

Ow. Ow. Ow! Fuck! Fuck me! Ow!

You're at his side in an instant, comforting him and reaching for your phone to either call 911, or look up an immediate remedy for his pain.

“Fucking pulled a goddamn muscle!” He whimpers, burying his face into your chest.

“Dee, it’s okay! You’re not dying, baby. Okay? Look! Google says that we have to treat the area with ice and then a heating pad!”

“I’M DYING, GUMDROP! I SEE THE LIGHT!” Your boyfriend dramatically groans, “I'M FADING FAST!”

After icing Dieter’s lower back for a good hour or so, you placed a heating pad against the sore spot while spooning him for extra body heat.

He was typing a message to Ezra, a deep frown set between his eyebrows because he really just wanted to know what it was like to suck himself off! (Who wouldn’t)

Hey, Ez. I pulled a fucking muscle in my back!

☹ gf is spooning me with a heating pad now, but I was really hoping that I would be able to suck myself off!

From Ezra: (Shakespeare-BAZOOKA 🍆)

Aw, I’m terribly broken to hear that, gem. Better luck next time, Birdie!

-

The next time Dieter announced to you that he wanted to try and suck his cock again, you came prepared with two yoga mats and a beginner yoga flow video (thrifted, of course).

He gives you a funny look as you set the yoga mats down in the sunroom.

“What?” You laugh, placing your hands on your hips. “It would be a cool party trick, Dee! Just gotta get you a little more flexible and bendy before we try again.”

Ohhh. He grins, dimples peeking out, “Well, let’s yogi, gumdrop.”

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[spadesofgrass]

There's this really interesting theme of possession in Blades wherein there are a hundred million ways to control and use your (bodies and) memories.

The Dwarves with their collective consciousness - every memory is unique, yet you lose your agency. The River of Seekers is a battleground more like; where you belong, trying to review who you were in the past while simultaneously losing yourself the more you dwell in the place. Memories and bodies are a core part of your identity in Morella and both are controlled by an entity (or entities) unknown to you, their plans for you unclear but there is a vague idea of control.

We see Mal wishing to submit himself to the river just because, maybe forgetting is easier, submission is easier. We see Aerin wanting to dissolve into nothing - at the very least, there's purpose in the nothing. Something about this absolution is terrifying. We commonly think of the afterlife as an endless void where spirits float around and it is all so nice and homely, but it appears as if none of them, ever, are presented with a choice.

Light is innate, magic is channeled from within, emotions dictate the sparks in your spells and your body is a vessel, your mind is a vessel and even at the time of death, your soul cannot simply fly free. MC is maybe a conundrum, a realmwalker, the one who went up against Gods and perhaps when they die, in actuality and are ready, they might walk into an afterlife where they can finally see a world that allows them such peace.

I do think MC dying at the end of Blades... can be plausible...? They're not a hero, they aren't branded as such, they are not martyr to a cause they simply have lived a life on their own and can feel their heartbeat enough to know when it stops and yet the colours don't fade away. They are nameless, maybe, with just their first name, how they started initially, and that is enough.

[odysseys-blood]

im never getting over how belphie just...yoinked beleth's halo. like the artifact says "given" but he very much did not give it 😭

i lowkey think it was to take some of the heat off of beleth for being a fallen angel and to keep others from being too loud about it but still he did it in the most goofy manner possible. (and smthn smthn a crown symbolizing protection for his people and its from the first person he wanted to keep safe personally)

[captainhysunstuff]

Light may not be god-fearing but if he found out about this newfound association between his father, his shinigami, and radioapple, he would be.

He is not mentally prepared for the inevitable "Ryuk, did you fuck my dad?" conversation, among many other shenanigans.

No, he is not. He’ll need some more time in the Trauma Blanket Cocoon to process that~.

[davnittbraes]

Soooo I’ve been listening to a certain song nonstop tonight and this happened???

It manifested very clearly - characters, motivation, plot -

Anyways, heads up a very tiny drabble below.

PS: I’ve been wondering when the Ezra bug would bite me 😉

*****

Light.

There.

In the distance.

No, it’s a mirage.

Or whatever they call visions that happen in a foreign world after a mind has been deprived of what it needs.

Truth.

Reality.

Connection.

Love.

Light.

False. It’s false.

Deception.

Drawing in, pulling in -

Deep and -

the depths it exists in are beautiful, comfort and peace and -

No.

Light.

Real.

It’s real.

Real?

Who gets to decide what’s real -

here, so many light years from anyone who is supposed to make a decision -

What makes it real?

The dew gathers on his boots.

How long has he been standing here?

Long enough, apparently.

Light.

It’s not real. It can’t be.

He’s the only one on this world.

This planet.

The light is false.

The light will drawn him in. Pull him apart.

He knows.

He’s hurt. Losing blood. There’s no other choice but -

Hope.

Light.

He takes a step forward.

[baysee]

what they don't tell you about drawing armor is that you can bullshit it as much as you want and nobody will know

[wanderingnewyork]

From 2017: The #Prospect_Park_Station on the the B and Q lines and the Franklin Shuttle, #Brooklyn

[artemiseamoon]

Preview: A light at the end of the tunnel

Ezra x ofc , ft Cee

Words: 3,140

December entry for Artes’s Year of Whump ( and fluff) @yearofcreation2023

Summary: As Ezra struggles post recovery, Cee plays cupid and finds his lost love.

Warnings: recovery, depression, loss of a limb

An: This is the official end of Arte’s Year of Whump. It was so fun, thank you yearofcreation! I know I missed some months, but glad I could close out December. I love this story so much, it’s open for later expansion. More notes at the end…

Preview below, read in full on A03 (account holders)

Sunlight peeked through the curtains, sending rays of light across the bedroom. This might be the first time he’s woken up before sunset in weeks.

His eyes settled on his new arm. It was still a strange feeling, having a robotic limb. But it did provide a small comfort as the loss of his arm, on top of everything else, sent him into the darkest place he’d been in years. Ezra told himself, he didn’t need a replacement, he would learn his way with one arm, and be just fine. He’s a man who weathered many storms. But he found his phantom arm haunted him. His mood, his self-esteem, and his sense of purpose all plummeted.

Ezra sat up with a groan and followed the scar on his torso with his eyes. Sometimes he could still feel that jab, sometimes he woke up in a sweat thinking it was happening all over again. He’s endured worse, he’s gone toe to toe with no hesitation with some of the meanest, more dangerous men and beasts one could face. Still, the events on the Green haunted him the most. Sometimes he could still hear that disturbing music in his ears.

Ezra died twice on that noxious moon; when he lost his arm, and when he was stabbed. But he was revived too. Cee, bless her heart, dragged back some version of him to civilization, a shell of him he didn’t recognize. The price of that job was the highest he’s ever paid; one he was still paying for now.

Ezra coughed as he rummaged the surface of the nearby table, then he found it, the recent letter from Cee.

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About this year long challenge:

Works from this challenge that have more to come:

1. Is this how it ends? Turned into a full fic, we are on chapter 4 or 5 now and it's ongoing.(TF, dark Santi, ofc)

2. Dial up the Jack, Dim the Whiskey will have a part two. (Agent Whiskey, ofc)

3. The thing about second chances will have a part two.

Stay tuned by subscribing to those fics.

[uh-grif]

prospect park and light painting via digicam

i think i had it set to 1megapixel lol

[lunaticamic]

am i stupid to have turned down a job in ferrari to continue my degree to become a precarious underpaid high school teacher?

[bri-does-art]

i know this probably won’t do much, let alone anything at all, but i’m sorry for the stress this site has caused you and so many other creators here. i’m not asking for you to stick around on here, but i hope you know just how meaningful you and your art have been on here. you’re amazing. /pos

Hey, this ask has done a lot more than you would think. Thank you, you are very sweet. <3

I've kind of made up my mind about what I'm gonna do for a while now, but I've simply been... too busy and overwhelmed to take the time to let you guys know. I'm not going to delete my tumblr, there's just. Too much here that I don't want to lose.

So far the game plan is: keep my tumblr. But do not upload anymore art or writing on it - not because it's gonna get scraped, because it was already getting scraped anyway, AI company deal or not. It's pretty much unavoidable at this point, unfortunately. I simply do not trust Tumblr with my data, if they're going to sell EVERYTHING, including private messages and such, so I'm not going to give it anything worthwhile to profit off of. Instead, I'm going to start uploading my art exclusively on Ao3, for now. I'll answer any asks I receive here on there too, as well. I'll figure some kind of system out. 🤔

The cool thing about uploading to Ao3 is that anyone subscribed to my profile or to the containment series I will make will get a notification anytime I upload something new. Having my art and writing in one place is likely going to be more convenient for you guys too, since you won't have to move across platforms to get the full experience. 😄It'll be different... but a platform getting too greedy for its own good won't stop me from finding ways to share my stories with y'all. I'll just find another solution.

(I've also been entertaining the idea of joining or making my own Discord server but. That one is a little more delicate. The idea of joining a server that has hundreds of members like a lot of this fandom's servers have, just. Makes me break into hives, lmao. (I am in the Ghost in the Machine fic server. I muted it an hour into joining, it was way too intense for me. |'D) That is way too many people, I simply cannot handle it. I'd be way more comfortable in a smaller group with a less rapid-fire rate of posting and conversation. I am also. Very picky about which servers I join, which makes asking for recommendations doubly awkward when I shoot them all down, haha... And making my own... Err, I can hardly keep up with a server I helped create for another fandom and mod for, I don't think I could handle two of them - I would need other people to handle the moderation for me, and I wouldn't trust just anyone to be a mod. I'd need to know them well enough to know I could trust them, and I... do not really know anyone in this fandom well enough to do that, sadly. I take server moderation very seriously, as someone who has had experience modding for forums back before social media was a thing. I do not know if that would make for a fun experience for everyone, and anyone who hasn't known that kind of supervised experience. It is comforting to me. It may be intimidating for others. So that's still a very hand-wavy, 'eehhhh' kind of thing still.)

All of this to say, that this isn't the last you'll see from me, far from it. I'll restrict my creative output to Ao3 for the foreseeable future, and I'll let you guys on here know when I make a new upload, so those of you who do not have an Ao3 account know when something new has happened.

So there you have it. 😊

[allbridgesburn]

I'm seeing the picture of Maybe Adult Mallory in the dress, and the potential: like it's her getting ready for her birthday party, or a debutante ball, or some political function she's going to.

OR daddy's birthday