#Loosely hold a Mac Mini

[thechaoticcheese]

Panini the weenie in a beanie with Genie in a bikini in some Puninis drinking a martini while it's on a Lamborghini next to a picture of Gioachino Rossini under a zucchini while Dave Filoni loosely holds a Mac Mini

@patchgalactic 's pupper(Panini) got memed on heavily by me.

This took a little over 2 hours... And I love it.

Feel free to add more if you want, try not to re-add something or someone that's already there.

[ily-fictional-women]

Take Out, Maybe?

Summary: Not everyone can cook, and not everyone is meant to. 

Pairing: Kate Bishop x fem!reader

Warnings: Minor mentions of blood 

Word count: 1293

a/n: This is loosely inspired by that one Tom Holland interview where he mentions Zendaya tried to cook for him when he got back from a shoot. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)

More often than not Kate will stay over at Y/n’s apartment, but with her apartment finally being fully remodeled after it caught fire it gave Y/n an opportunity to stay over there more. With Kate staying over at her place most of the time Y/n had gotten used to making dinner for the both of them. So when Kate came home from a mission Y/n started looking through what to cook with as she usually would. 

Y/n hollers looking through the fridge, “Kate what do you want for dinner?!” Kate quickly jogs downstairs meeting Y/n at the fridge taking something out of the freezer. She shrugs, “I’m fine with anything.” Y/n huffs still staring inside the fridge, “There’s not much to cook with when’s the last time you went grocery shopping?” 

Kate shrugs again giving a sheepish grin, “I don’t know. Why don’t we just order something tonight?” Sighing Y/n closes the fridge door leaning against it and looks at Kate. “I don’t really feel like take out though.” Kate looks at the makeshift ice pack she had pressed against her side holding it up to Y/n with a grin. 

“We could heat up these pizza rolls then.” A small grin tickles up on Y/n’s lips, “What do you even cook here there’s practically nothing in the fridge.” Kate scratches the back of her head stammering, “I don’t really know how to cook, to be honest.” 

Y/n’s grin fades as she looks more confused. “You do know how to cook though, you’ve made dinner before I come home from missions a few times.” Kate laughs awkwardly, “Uh, yeah. About that. Those times I cooked were just the food I ordered. I’d just put it in the pots and pans then put the containers and bags in the dumpster.” 

Giggling Y/n similes wide, “Kate, my love. You are twenty-two. How do you not know how to cook for yourself? Have you just been living off frozen foods?” Kate groans in embarrassment. Walking over to one of the shelves in the kitchen though Kate grabs a box of mac and cheese. 

“I can make this! I’m great at making this.” Kate shakes the box in Y/n’s face in a playful victory but Y/n just takes it from her placing it on the nearby countertop. “Congrats Ms. Bishop you can boil water.” Kate rolls her eyes at Y/n’s sarcasm, “Ms. Bishop is my Mom’s thing.”

Y/n shakes her head, “Whatever. Put a jacket on though.” Grabbing her own jacket Y/n stands near the door while Kate just looks confused crossing her arms. “And why exactly am I gonna put my jacket on?” Going up to Kate Y/n takes her by one of her arms pulling her closer to the door. 

“We’re gonna go grocery shopping so we can make dinner together.” Kate just groans again making Y/n toss a jacket at her. “Stop being a brat and let's go Kate. There’s a mini grocery store in walking distance from here.” Reluctantly Kate puts on her jacket following Y/n out the door after putting Lucky on a leash to come with them. 

// 

Making it to the grocery store Kate watches and Y/n carefully selects different vegetables putting them in a plastic bag. Grabbing a separate bag she then watches Y/n put different fruits in the bag. 

“What recipe did you choose exactly that requires blueberries?” Y/n shakes her head giving Kate a ‘are you stupid look’. “Kate. You barely have anything in your fridge. We’re grocery shopping in general. And you’re paying by the way.” 

Kate’s eyes go wide in shock, “Alright fine. But I’m gonna go get a frozen pizza then for later.” Hearing the word pizza Lucky immediately barks in agreement making Y/n stare daggers at the dog and her pizza-loving girlfriend. Kate awkwardly fake coughs then shrugs, “Or I could just not do that, that’s cool too.”  

Looking through the meat section for the main course for that night's dinner Lucky steals a steak on the lower shelf nearly pulling Kate away with him. Managing to stay in the same spot Y/n takes the steak from Lucky adding it to the other meats with the groceries.  

“Y’know you spoil him too much Y/n?” Kate smiles as they make their way to the cash register. Y/n simply rolls her eyes at the woman, “Like you, we never spoiled.” 

//

Finally making it back to the apartment Y/n lays out all the vegetables and meat that will be used in the dinner for the night while Kate finishes stocking up the fridge. As Kate finishes up stocking the fridge Y/n sets down a thick paper towel with some carrots and a sharp, and obviously unused kitchen knife right next to it. 

“Okay, Kate, your first lesson in learning how to cook is one of the simpler ones. Learning how to chop vegetables.” Y/n holds onto Kate’s hands in the right positions from behind showing her how to chop properly. Kate smiles to herself, “This would probably be more romantic if you were taller than me.” 

Y/n scoffs immediately letting go of Kate's hands. “You have like one inch on me Bishop.” Kate rolls her eyes laughing as Y/n starts searing the meat. Everything goes smoothly for the moment. Kate cuts the vegetables as Y/n takes care of everything on the stove. 

Or that is up until the point Y/n hears a quiet “Dammit” from Kate’s direction. “What’s up, Kate?” Y/n asks not shifting her gaze away from the stove. “I accidentally cut myself a little."  She hears Kate a lot more clearly this time turning around she turns Kate slightly to see the damage. 

Looking at her hand, saying I cut myself a little would be an understatement. The cut started at the top knuckle of her thumb going down to the bottom of her hand. “Kate! Oh my god, you’re gonna need stitches.” 

Grabbing a stray dish towel Y/n presses it against the cut putting Kate’s other hand on top of it to keep the pressure as she left to grab cash from her wallet for a taxi. “Baby it’s not that bad.” Kate tries to laugh through the pain of the cut. 

Y/n looks at her worried but also confused, “Kate, do you know how to do stitches on yourself?” Kate stutters bleeding through the rag, “Uh, no. But-” Y/n throws her hands up in the air pulling Kate to the door. “Well I don’t know how to do stitches in general so let's go.” 

As Lucky starts to follow Y/n in a panic tells him to stay rather aggressively. Kate gives the dog a quick pout before whispering to the dog, “I’m sorry Lucky! Your Mommy’s crazy.” 

Making it out of the apartment building Y/n hails down a taxi making sure Kate gets in safely first before her. “Can you take us to the nearest emergency room please sir?” The man gives a quick nod noticing the bloody rag on Kate's hand. 

It took about ten minutes to get to an emergency room, but once the women at the check-in desk say Kate was bleeding through the dishtowel she immediately got the two of you to see someone. After the doctor finished cleaning the cut she started stitching it up. 

Kate manages to look over at Y/n with a huge grin, “Hey, Baby?” Y/n looks at her with a tired smile, “What’s up?” 

“You still not in the mood for something else? Take out, maybe?” 

“Yeah, takeout actually sounds good right now.”

[gadgetrevive]

Rescue and Revival: The Tale of the iMac G4In the quiet, industrial outskirts of a bustling city, three forlorn iMac G4s lay abandoned by the roadside. These relics from 2002, once hailed as Apple’s most innovative designs, were now covered in grime and mud, with parts missing and displays askew. The story of their revival begins with a chance encounter on Facebook Marketplace. Someone had listed these iMacs for free, and without hesitation, I decided to rescue them. Little did I know, this would be the start of an ambitious project to breathe new life into these vintage machines using modern technology.Arriving at the scene, I found the iMacs in a dismal state. One was missing its bottom cover, and the largest had its display bezel ripped off. Despite their condition, I saw potential, especially in the largest unit. These computers had clearly seen better days, possibly spending years in a shed or even outside. But I had a vision: to modernize one of these iMacs without gutting a working unit in good condition.The first step was addressing the display. The original 1440x900 LCD was outdated, so I planned to retrofit a higher resolution screen. My options were either a USB-C portable display or a 1920x1200 display from a MacBook Pro. The latter seemed the best fit, though it required running a new cable through the iMac’s arm, a task that demanded complete disassembly of the computer.As I delved into the machine, I encountered more issues. The screen was leaning due to a splitting support arm. Opening the base, I found rust, grime, a bent interconnect cable, and evidence of previous tampering. Someone had clearly been inside this iMac before, leaving it in worse shape than they found it. But I pressed on, removing the DVD drive and hard drive to access the upper section. Beneath a filthy fan, I found the screws holding the arm in place.Running the new cables was a painstaking process. The narrow diameter of the neck hole meant I had to cut out the original cables and meticulously thread the new ones through. This involved opening the arm, which was secured with proprietary screws, a challenge even for my toolkit. Once open, I discovered loose screws causing the crooked display. Fixing these and reassembling the arm took hours of work, including some help from my father who used a mallet to align everything properly.With the arm reassembled, I turned my attention to cleaning the iMac. The plastic was heavily stained, and soapy water wasn’t enough. I resorted to using toothpaste, which remarkably whitened the plastic and left the iMac with a minty fresh smell. Once cleaned, I focused on fitting the new display. The MacBook screen was smaller than the original, so I had to align it with the bezel and secure it with adhesive.The next step was installing modern hardware. I purchased an M1 Mac Mini, planning to fit its internals into the iMac. Disassembling the Mac Mini was straightforward, and I used a 3D printed bracket to mount its logic board inside the iMac. I also had to modify the power supply to fit, soldering the original connector to make it compatible with the iMac’s socket.With everything in place, I connected the Mac Mini’s logic board to the display controller using a custom flexible HDMI cable. After some initial hiccups with the power and display connections, I managed to get everything working. The iMac’s original Wi-Fi antenna needed some modifications, but once that was sorted, the Mac Mini fit perfectly inside the G4’s enclosure.After many hours of work, the transformation was complete. The once obsolete iMac G4 now housed a powerful M1 Mac Mini, retaining its classic design while boasting modern performance. This project, the most challenging I had ever undertaken, turned out to be a resounding success. The iMac not only looked great but also functioned seamlessly with Bluetooth and Wi-Fi intact.Reflecting on the journey, I felt a deep sense of accomplishment. This project took over nine hours of footage to document, but the result was worth every minute.

As for the other two iMacs, their fate remains undecided, but I might revisit them in future projects.If you enjoyed this restoration journey, consider subscribing and checking out my custom tech playlist for more videos like this. For any phone repairs, visit [Gadget Kings](https://gadgetkingsprs.com.au/) for top-notch services and tutorials. This has been a Hugh Jeffreys video, and I’ll see you next time!

[nativestarwrites]

Cairo Week Day 1 Flashfic

Written for @macgyvercairo Cairo Week Day 1 for the image prompt.

Set in my Mac has Magic universe during the Sandbox era but this stands alone, all you need to know is that Mac has magic, Jack knows, and magic users are banned from military service so Mac has to keep the magic secret. Also on AO3

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Are you going to tell me why we’re here, now?”  Mac asked as Jack cut the engine after going off-road and driving to this secluded area with nothing but a cryptic ‘you’ll see.” “How many of those things have you made this last week?”  Jack replied with his own question, shifting in his seat and nodding at the paper clip sculpture starting to take shape in Mac’s hands. Mac bit his lip, closing his fist self-consciously over the metal.  Jack had never acted like it bothered him before.  “I dunno.”  He replied with a shrug.  Except he did know, he’d gone through two large boxes in as many days, he just didn’t want to admit it. “Well, I do, a lot.  And I know you use your magic to help bend the things into impossible shapes and I also know you do that partly because you need to bleed off your excess magic when you haven’t been able to use it in a while.”  Jack paused, his voice softening.  “I know that’s gotta suck, having to keep it hidden all the time.” “Yeah.” It was all Mac could manage past the lump in his throat. He knew Jack was observant, scarily so sometimes, but he’d never realised Jack paid so much attention to him. That he even cared that much.  No one had ever noticed before how he used his magic to complete some of the more trickier designs and how he used it to siphon off his magic, to stop it from boiling over and slipping out accidentally. “So,”  Jack gestured to the empty view out the windscreen, “ain’t nobody gonna see you here, have at it, do your thing.”  Jack finished, wiggling his fingers, his own shorthand for Mac’s magic. Mac stared, barely moving, still trying to process that a man who’d had him in a headlock when they’d first met just a few months ago, now cared enough to find a space free from prying eyes, safe for Mac’s magic to be let loose.

“What?”  Jack asked, his self confidence at his surprise for Mac fading from his eyes. “Nothing man, just… no one’s ever noticed before, I, uh… thanks.”  Mac slipped the paper clip he was still holding into a pocket. “You’re welcome.” Jack said sincerely, as if he knew how much this meant to Mac. Mac stepped out and walked to the front of the humvee, barely holding back an eager smile as he dropped to a crouch and placed his hands on the ground, his fingertips digging into the sandy soil.  He closed his eyes, trusting Jack to watch his back and dropped the barriers around his magic on a long exhale.  Like a coiled spring finally allowed to stretch, his magic burst free and although Mac channelled it into the ground, the air still tingled with a static charge. Standing, he opened his eyes, lifting a layer of dust as he rose that he sent spiralling into a whirl.  With a twist of his hands, the dust settled into a shape of a horse, complete with the form of a cowboy twirling a lasso, eliciting a chuckle from behind him.  The horse did a lap around them before rearing up on his back legs, triumphant and blowing away on the wind.  Reaching out again, he focused on the ground, on every seed lying dormant and poured energy into them until bright bushy green foliage erupted all around them, turning the area lush and filling the air with the smell of cut grass. “Damn, kid.” Jack sounded proud and Mac glanced back to see awe in his eyes. Smiling, Mac’s eyes glistened gold and flowers burst into bloom all around as he summoned colourful sparklers in the air.  Popping off tiny bangs of colour, and showering them both with sparks.  It was beautiful and fun and a thousand miles from the destruction and pain they saw every day.  But it was also a risky thing to do, even in the middle of nowhere and Mac reluctantly stopped the mini explosions with a satisfied sigh and a roll of his shoulders.  That had felt good.  His magic felt settled now, no longer a swollen river threatening to break the banks. “You done?” Jack asked. “Yeah, I’m done.”  Mac said, turning to return to the humvee. “You gonna clear that up then?”  Jack gestured around them with amusement, it was more than a little suspicious, the little oasis Mac had created. With a fond eye roll, Mac casually glanced back, the plants disappearing in a puff of fire and smoke.  And as he walked past Jack he fished out his paper clip from his pocket, his magic quickly extending and manipulating the length of silver metal into a cowboy on a horse before handing it over. “Thanks, Jack.”

[lazywolfwanted]

Wukongverse new addition!

[pls don't kill me @theweirdhybrid]

A new arrival of two version of Wukong delivering!

Warrior.

Universe origin: Death Battle

Flame.

Universe origin: Monkey King: The Demon Monkey

Let's get started.

This two Wukong just arrived and constantly start to fight each other

One: normal conversation turn into an insult war

Two: The demon inside Flame genuinely tell him to kill Warrior

Sun Rudz arrived and stop both of them

She is the first one to sense their energy and also because of her hearing

Thanks to her Uncle Mac

She have to knock both of them out cold [and she felt guilty doing it]

She quickly bring them back to Mountain Huonge

Treating their wounds from their fights

The others differently aware of this

Now they are discussing about this two new Wukong's

Sun Rudz suggested that both of them sleep in with her [on the floor ofc]

Dasheng and Uncle disagreed immediately

"Their both male's! They cannot stay in your room!" "Hmm!" *Chirp* "*Gasp* watch what your saying, young lady!"

The others just watch those three argued

"Should we-" "No no, let them be.."

The six eared monkeys, two human, a fruit child and a demon in disguised watch the situation behind the walls

"This is interesting"

Sun Rudz stop and felt her ear twitch, seem like she really have a really sharp sense of hearing than Mac's and Mihou

She quickly went upstairs back to her room.

Others hear a crash from her room and immediately ran upstairs

The sight really left them concern

Flame was laying on his back ontop of a mini cloud while Warrior was being shot by a water spray

Another discussion later [that also take alot of disagreement from Dasheng and Uncle] they agreed [finally] to let both Warrior and Flame stay with Rudz

Now let's get into such a living time

Just by a few days and these two have been too clingy with the young black monkey

Others felt aware about this

Reason why they both were always with Sun Rudz

One [Flame]: Rudz trusted him, even thought there is a demon inside him

Two [Flame]: She's the one who treat him nicely

Three [Flame]: Feel comfortable, happy and calm when she help comforted him when he have a random panick attack [thx to the demon inside him]

He felt safe around her

Would commons hold her hands all the time, he was afraid that she disappeared in a thin air

One [Warrior]: he saw her as a fun company

Never felt left out since she and Dasheng still have their circlet on but he mainly feel happy when Rudz still have her's

He once sneak one of the cookie she bake and genuinely ask if she could make more [He got water spray as a punishment for stealing]

Two [Warrior]: he felt more comfortable with her around, yeah other Wukong's are great but she is the comforted person he could trust other than his Master

Three [Warrior]: he like her cooking and the way she comforted him, even thoughts she didn't speak he still appriciated it

Name's and reason

Sun Rudz the one who suggested both of their nicknames

"Flame" is because she saw how his fur was crimson red with the golden yellow mix, like a fire

She did see how he was determined and was holding back his power because he didn't want to loose control the demon inside him

"Warrior" is because of his armor

When she first land her eyes on his armor she immediately recognized the design of it

Thanks to Zhuan Macaque, Sun Rudz and Zhuan Ash uncle's being a general army

She also found this sense of victory and braveness inside him

She was suprised when she felt the god that name Hercule was defeated by him

It was also his fighting style

Others POV

They did warm up with the two but also felt a 'little' lonely [And jealousy-]

Dasheng and Uncle would keep a close eyes on them

Lucky would pout or sulk on the corner because he didn't get Sun Rudz attention like he used too

Sunny was a little worried for Sun Rudz safety, he know she is strong but still

Sage would try to sneak her away from them since he want to spend time with her like they used too

The two human, six eared monkeys with the fruit child was confused for their sudden behavior towards each other while Zhuan Ash found it amusing

Thought one day, they were shock when they heard Sun Rudz laughed for the first time after hearing one of Warrior funny story in his journey

Zhuan Ash was sulking at the corner the whole time

"My whole life...been trying to make her laugh and smile....but then this guy just literally make her laughed...by telling her his funny story...." he was hurt for dear Buddha

The youngest Wukong's have to help calm him down from any furthering him to mental meltdown

Anyway so far so good, everything was ok

That was it. I hope you don't mind I put two new addition for the Wukongverse @theweirdhybrid.

[biderboy]

THE MARAUDERS RAISING THE WEASLEYS PART 3

in the last part i mentioned the “kisses heal everyting” and i wanna imagine ron always kissing remus scars after a full moon in hopes he’ll feel better

i did not get hugged as a child so i am 100% sure the marauders gave cuddles SO much. it’s not unlikely for bill to wake up late and immediately make his way over to remus for a morning hug, or for george to demand atleast 3 hugs from james before he goes to work

lily teaches them that emotions are healthy, and makes sure they know it does not make them weak, and gentle tells them how to express what they’re feeling without hurting themselves or others. HEALTHY EMOTIONAL GUIDANCE!!!

remus and percy play a lot of card games, now percy sucks at real card games but he’s a MASTER at go fish and always beats remus in every. game.

one day peter brought the girl he was seeing home, and while she knew he had kids, she full on did not expect 7 small redheads to rush up to them screaming “PA YOURE HOME!!” and engulfing peter into a giant doggy pile

bill starts hogwarts and so they all go with to drop him off at the train, sirius tries sneaking on board with him and james cries seeing his oldest son off, remus gives him a good 3 minute long hug, and peter has to hold the twins as they cry. lily is the only reason bill doesn’t miss the train

speaking of such, bill was super nervous about leaving and remus was going to let him just keep going to muggle school so he’d be home every night, but after many, many, long talks, they convinced bill hogwarts wasn’t bad, and that they’d find a way to visit him (they did)

charlie brought home a cat one day and didn’t tell anyone, and james only noticed it when he woke up to it sitting on his face on morning. seeking out the culprit, he immediately knew it was charlie, as the boy was a horrible liar, and they ended up keeping “kitty” the cat. (ron named him)

peter had a home office type thing and percy spent a lot of his free time with him there, he’d sit at his desk and pretend to work like peter does, and peter often let him look over some of his ministry work, the marauders started calling him “mini pete”

george decided he wanted hair like sirius’ one day and nobody knows how he got black hair dye or why, but lily came home to a mess but george was smiling so brightly and so she let it be.

ron has a keen liking to salsa and nobody knows why, but for his snacks he demands salsa and so they have to stay stocked or he’ll get grumpy

the whole family has matching necklaces and i take no criticism, it was sirius’ idea and everytime fred sees someone without their necklace he calls them out

THE WHOLE FAMILY GOING TO WATCH JAMES QUIDDITCH GAMES! harry is on sirius’ shoulders and remus has ron and ginny, all of them have face paint and are screaming so loud they can’t talk the next day. james always plays his best when his whole family is there, and he totally shouts out each of his kids when they win

the marauders make valentine’s day a HUGE deal, they get each kid their own box of chocolates and a stuffed animal for the younger ones (bill and percy get books they wanted), they gets a bunch of balloons and flowers and make a whole day saying how much they love them

of all things, charlie likes bird watching. he’ll sit in the yard for hours watching the birds fly by, sometimes remus comes out and joins him, other times james came out and fell asleep next to him. charlie was just happy to sit there with his dads

percy was always nervous to ask sirius things but sirius always answered with patience and caring and made sure it never sounded like percy was stupid for asking such things, and sirius quickly became someone percy went to for everything

when charlie finally understood what an animagus was, he desperately wanted to be one, he was fully convinced he could turn into a dragon if given the chance.

ginny was teething and would out literally EVERYTHING in her mouth, including padfoots tail, which sirius complains about.

fred most definitely started a food fight more than once, successfully getting flour, egg, syrup, mac and cheese, AND half a burger in james hair

during christmas, the marauders let percy decide how to hang the lights outside because they love seeing his bright eyes as they enthusiastically compliment his decisions and maybe sometimes the lights are a mess but they’re all happy anyways

u know those macaroni necklaces? yea charlie made sirius one and sirius never takes it off, stating it’s “the best piece of jewelry he owns” and when his coworkers ask, he proudly says that his son made it for him

the first time one of the kids got seriously hurt, all hell broke loose. it was george, and they were at some muggle playground when james first heard the loud cry of “daddy!” , all 4 of them were up and running before they could blink. sirius and peter were the ones to get there first, and also were the ones to apperate george to the hospital. remus went on a frenzy, yelling at the parents around them to demand who pushed his baby off the swings. james was scared shitless, but had to be the one to calm remus down and get the rest of the kids back home. george was fine, a sprained ankle, but james wouldn’t leave his side at all for like 2 weeks

one time a teacher said charlie had a bad temper and was not a good student, so sirius went to said teacher himself and demanded to know why she thought he was “bad.” apparently he just had problems paying attention and she was just a dumb teacher so is sad of yelling at her (he totally wanted to) he simply got charlie moved to a more understanding classroom

harry and ron share a room, and apparently had been hoarding muffins for 2 weeks and lily found them while she was cleaning and coudlnt help but laugh because they both are so much like remus

most days peter was in change of lunch and had the worst time because all of the kids were as indecisive as it gets and half of them wanted sandwiches and the other half wnated mac and cheese and charlie wouldn’t sit down long enough to even say what he wanted and when he did all he said was “fruit snacks”

percy had to get glasses and was super neevous about how they looked, but james was in his “super dad” glory and constantly told him he looked smart and like he could beat sirius in a fight, percy didn’t mind wearing his glasses all the much after that

sometimes it was hard to keep track of which kid liked which thing, so the had “snack boxes” for each of them filled with the different things they liked because charlie hates veggie sticks but ron loved them, and harry could eat apples for days but fred didn’t like the skin.

bill extremely misses his family at hogwarts and so he constantly talks about them. the professors had a bit of a shock when he talked about all 4 of his dads, and some had a run for their money when they heard who his dads were. they’re only saving grace was that bill took after lily in wanting to study and actually do well.

CHARLIE AND GEORGE LEARN TO MAKE FLOWER CROWNS AND REMUS NEVER TAKES HIS OFF !!!

while they are normally a very rowdy and loud family, there are plenty quiet nights where all the kids pile onto blankets and pillows on the living room floor and sirius and james join them while remus, lily and peter make hot chocolate and those times they just bask in the love and contentment of the family

[refinedbuffoonery]

Late Nights

This is 2.5k words of fluff and essentially no plot. Set a week after the events of ICLU. I wrote the first part back in May right after I got the idea for ICLU and have been sitting on this ever since. 

*****

When the letters and numbers on the screen finally blurred beyond recognition, Riley closed the program she’d been working on and put the lab computer to sleep. Her eyes burned. She was horribly behind on developing this program; it needed to start beta testing days ago, but the team’s back to back multi-day ops and her impromptu trip with the Coltons on her supposed day off consumed all of her time and energy this week. 

Posing as a think tank, the Phoenix did have to do think tank-y things on occasion, after all, and every agent was expected to contribute to the organization’s public projects. Including a certain physically and emotionally exhausted hacker. 

Mac sat across from her, fidgeting with spare robot parts. Riley checked the time. 10:58 pm. Everyone else had gone home hours ago. She vaguely recalled Bozer teasing her about not spending the night in his lab again. Pointing at Mac, he’d said, “Good thing he’s just as much of a workaholic as you are.” Riley knew Mac was just there to keep her company—and because they’d carpooled—not because he needed to keep working, but she hadn’t bothered to correct Bozer. 

Groaning, Riley let her head fall into her hands. It felt like some invisible force was squeezing her skull, slowly crushing it like a grape. She needed to go to bed. Possibly forever. 

“You okay?” She glimpsed Mac’s concerned frown between her fingers. 

“Yeah,” she replied, dragging her hands through her hair. “I have a headache, that’s all.” Understatement of the century. “How long until you’re done?” 

Mac looked unconvinced; when it came to her, he didn’t miss much. Mercifully, he didn’t push for a more elaborate answer. “Um, I need a few more minutes to finish this, plus maybe fifteen more to clean up. Bozer will kill me if I leave a giant mess in his lab.” Riley managed a small smirk. Indeed he would. 

Riley figured it would be at least a half hour before he was ready to leave. Just enough time for a nap. “Take your time, Mac.” She stood, hauling her backpack onto her shoulder. “I’m going to take a nap. Come find me when you’re ready to go.” He nodded. 

Sleep beckoning, Riley left the lab in search of a comfy chair. 

*****

Thirty minutes later, Mac found her curled up in her favorite chair in the war room. Knees tucked into her chest, head cradled in the crook of her elbow, she looked breathtakingly peaceful. 

He regretted waking her the moment he gently shook her shoulder. Riley grumbled something unintelligible that might have been his name. 

“Time to go home, Riles.” Mac shouldered her backpack and helped her out of the chair. 

Riley could barely open her eyes. She took one staggering step forward and nearly wiped out on the table she definitely didn’t realize was right in front of her. He knew she was exhausted—he was too—but this was alarming. She was burning herself out on the least important part of her job, and Mac didn’t understand why. A problem for tomorrow, he decided. 

Mac wrapped an arm around her waist, helping keep her upright. “Thank you,” she mumbled. He pressed a quick kiss to the side of her head. 

Mac’s truck sat alone in the underground lot. He was immensely grateful he and Riley had carpooled to work that day. Otherwise, if he hadn’t stayed to keep her company while she worked, she definitely would’ve spent the whole night in that war room chair. 

They drove home in silence. Riley quickly fell asleep in the passenger seat, head resting on the window. 

She was still out cold when he parked his truck in the driveway, and Mac couldn’t bring himself to wake her up twice in one night. He slid his arms around her back and under her knees and carried her inside, and Mac’s heart melted when she snuggled her face into his shoulder. He could hold her like this forever. “Let’s get you to bed,” he murmured. 

Mac laid her on the guest bed and rested her backpack against the nightstand. He quickly unlaced her boots and pulled them off, revealing bright yellow and orange striped socks. He chuckled, imagining her muttering at him to stop laughing at her socks. 

Grabbing a makeup wipe from the guest bathroom, it took him a few minutes to remove her stubborn eyeliner. No wonder, he’d seen it withstand blazing infernos, days in the woods, blood, sweat, tears, everything. 

He tucked her under the covers before retrieving her favorite pajama shirt—an old t-shirt of his—and shorts. Mac left them at the foot of Riley’s bed, so she could change into them whenever she woke up. 

Riley curled into a loose ball, snuggling her face deeper into her pillow, and Mac couldn’t help but worry as he closed the door halfway and retreated to his room. 

*****

Riley awoke in the middle of the night to her bra’s underwire stabbing her in the chest. She blinked a few times, trying to get her bearings. She definitely wasn’t in the war room anymore. 

It took longer than Riley cared to admit to realize she was back in Mac’s guest bedroom—her bedroom for the year she’d lived with him. Mac must’ve taken her home from the Phoenix. 

Riley rolled onto her back, and her underwire stabbed her again. Fuck this, she thought, yanking off her tank top, then her bra, and sighing in relief as the straps fell down her shoulders. Chucking them both on the floor, she noticed the stack of clothes at the foot of her bed, blending in so well with the dark sheets Riley almost missed them. She smiled, silently thanking the man sleeping across the hall, and changed into her pajamas. 

While debating whether to stay or join Mac, Riley stretched her back and hips, joints popping softly. She could be lazy and spend the rest of the night in her old room, or she could go cuddle with her boyfriend, but that would require getting up. But if she got up, she could also brush her teeth. 

Had she even had dinner? Riley couldn’t remember. Her brain was still foggy. 

Ultimately, her desire to sleep with Mac and brush her teeth won out, and Riley hauled herself out of bed and across the hall, feet barely lifting off the ground with each step. 

Mac was a pretty light sleeper, so Riley slipped into bed beside him as quietly as she could. He stirred, but didn’t wake. Sinking into the mattress, Riley knew switching beds was the right choice. Her body relaxed more in Mac’s presence. She’d never realized how lonely exhaustion was, not until she had someone she could freely share with and who could empathize with her. Even so, she’d still lied earlier about how she really felt, mostly for the sake of her dignity. Mac was her best friend, but Riley was loath to outright admit to weakness, even to him. 

She wanted to snuggle into his warmth and tuck her face between his shoulder blades, but that would surely wake him up. And waking Mac up would lead to questions she didn’t want to answer just yet. So, Riley stuck to her side of the mattress, tucked her legs into her chest, and went back to sleep. 

*****

When Mac’s alarm went off, he wasn’t alone. Riley had snuck into his bed at some point and now curled into a tiny ball, facing away from him. 

He wished they didn’t have to go to work today, wished they could sleep in and he could pry some answers from her. But the world wouldn’t save itself. 

He texted Matty. Please don’t send us on an op someone else could do. Riley’s burning herself out, and I can’t figure out why. 

I’ll keep an eye on her, Matty replied immediately. 

Thank you. 

Leaning over to kiss his girlfriend’s cheek, Mac got up and went for a run. 

He did an easy three miles around the neighborhood, letting the cool dawn air wake him up. Mac smiled every time he passed someone else out for a run or walking their dog before the July sun made leaving the house practically unbearable. 

When he returned, Mac found Riley awake and making coffee for them both. Her back was to him, so Mac scanned her body for signs of stress or injury, finding neither. “Good morning,” he said to break the silence. 

Riley turned to him, bleary-eyed and still half asleep, and held out a steaming mug of coffee. Mac accepted, kissing her cheek in gratitude. It shocked him how easy it all was. She croaked, “How was your run?” 

Mac couldn’t deny the way seeing Riley in his clothes affected him—the same way, he realized guiltily, the sight had always appeased some primal, possessive part of his brain, even when they were just friends—but damn it hit differently when she wore a sleepy, lovesick smile and had just crawled out of his bed. Riley had always been his girl, but now she was his girl. 

The whole scene was sweet and domestic and everything he’d ever wanted. 

“Good,” he finally answered. “I even stopped to say hi to our favorite dog.” An elderly couple who lived a few streets away had a mini Aussie, who was quite possibly the happiest being in the universe. She would trot alongside her humans without a leash, but when Mac or Riley appeared, she whined and whined until her owners said “Go ahead,” and she’d come barreling full-force into Mac or Riley’s chest and lavish them with endless kisses. Her name was Freya. 

Riley’s eyes lit up in excitement. “My dog!” Mac chuckled, sliding onto one of the bar seats tucked below the counter. 

Changing the subject, Mac tried to be nonchalant when he asked, “How do you feel this morning?” Worry crept into his voice anyway. 

“Better,” Riley said, the mug hiding her face as she sipped her coffee. “Thanks for taking me home.” 

Of course he took her home. Even if they weren’t dating, Mac still would’ve taken her home and given her his clothes. There was no universe in which he wouldn’t do that. 

“Like I was going to let you spend the night in that chair,” he replied. Riley toyed with the hem of her shirt, her usual lively presence vanishing like a turtle retreating into its shell. Mac probed, “What’s up?” She sighed, still looking down. “Riles?” 

When she finally looked up, Riley’s eyes were heavy with guilt. “Do you know how many times I almost got us killed this week?” Mac waited. “Twice. I led us—led you—right into traps I should’ve seen from a mile away. And before that, I gave you a fucking panic attack that sent you driving through the middle of nowhere to come find me!” Her voice crescendoed. “And now? Now I can’t even get that stupid program to work right! I just want to be able to do one thing right. One thing! Is that too much to ask?” Riley let out a loud, frustrated groan, shoulders caving inward. 

Mac stayed in his seat, letting Riley have her space. He knew she didn’t like being coddled when she was frustrated. “I almost get us killed constantly,” he reminded her. “It’s part of our job. No one is holding it against you, especially not me. And that panic attack was the best thing to happen to me, because without it we’d still be waiting for one of us to find the courage to confess. This is going to sound hypocritical coming from me, but you can’t beat yourself up about that stuff.” 

Riley snorted. “Very hypocritical.” 

“You have to take the small wins as they come, okay? We’re not dead! We had sex! The important stuff!” 

“I see you have your priorities together.” Her tone was snarky, but Mac caught her smile between sips of coffee. 

“If we didn’t have to go to work I’d bend you over the counter and tell you how hot you look in my shirt.” 

Mac impressed himself with how casually he managed to say that; he could only imagine Riley’s merciless teasing if his voice had cracked. 

Riley blushed, even as she cautiously said, “We could do that anyway.” 

The apprehension in her voice hit Mac like a bucket of cold water. He couldn’t just say things like that to his girlfriend of two days. Or maybe she was his best friend and he didn’t care. Mac couldn’t decide. This thing between them was so new, yet it felt like they’d been together forever. The butterflies lasted forty-eight hours, tops, before the calm sense of belonging, of home, washed over them. Mac had never had that happen so quickly in a relationship before. Usually it took weeks or even months, not two days. 

“It’s not like they’re going to know,” Riley added. 

That made the decision for him. “Are you kidding me? If we walk in late together, they’ll absolutely know why. They’re like professional mind readers! We’ll never hear the end of it.” 

“Correction,” Riley said. “You’ll never hear the end of it. Desi and Bozer will just high five me and say, ‘Nice.’” 

Mac frowned. She was right, unfortunately. He finished the rest of his coffee, grimacing at the bitter last sip. Placing his mug in the sink, Mac said, “Seriously though, I want you to feel safe sharing with me when you feel like this, Riles.” He leaned against the sink. “Let me help you.” 

Riley crossed to him, finally closing the gap between them, and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Okay,” she agreed, head resting on his shoulder. She sighed. “I really don’t want to go to work today, but if I get any more behind on that damn project I am going to pull my hair out.” 

Mac pressed a single kiss where her neck met her shoulder. “Your hair is beautiful. Please don’t pull it out.” Gently, he unwound Riley’s scrunchie, letting her hair tumble down her back so he could play with it. 

“Just for you.” 

They stood like that as long as they could, before they really did need to get ready for work. “I need to shower,” Mac finally said, ruining the quiet moment. “Care to join me?” 

Riley raised an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t want to be late.” 

A very serious shower,” Mac amended. “No funny business.” 

“Right.” Riley kissed him until Mac couldn’t hold back his grin. “No funny business. Now where have I heard that before?” 

Laughing, Mac dragged his girlfriend toward the bathroom. 

[softxhariana]

34+35 live stream

description: ariana’s live stream before debut of 34+35 remix music video.

word count: 2.22k

A/N: little piece based off this live stream that ariana did in the countdown to her releasing the 34+35 remix music video with doja and megan. obvs not included every question but just a few fun bits and harry mentions for you x

also disclaimer, this is NOT real, if u don't wanna read about these two then don't, i’m not tryna act like they’re together it is fiction.

❤ anywayz hope u enjoy luvs xox

❖   "HELLO EVERYONE! thank u for coming to this premier,” ariana smiled sweetly at the camera, as the video cut to a shot of her for the beginning of the countdown.

“we had so much fun making this 34+35 remix video for you, and uhh, we hope you love it.” she continued, playing with her hair. no matter how long she did this for she swore she would never cease to get slightly nervous in these situations. where it was her alone, in front of a camera. but her fans made her feel at ease, and she felt she owed them something, as she hadn’t done many quarantine interviews like other celebs have.

“i thought i would come celebrate and join the countdown with you guys. which is something that I've never done before, but i’m very happy to be here and i was very excited to get some questions from you all...” she held up the sheets of twitter questions she had received, “um that i’m gonna be answering while i’m here so, i cant wait to celebrate this together and countdown and answer some of your questions!” she finished with a smile.

and it was genuine. a real smile that her fans were thrilled to see.

ariana was genuinely so happy and content with her life right now. with her family, her music, her friends, harry. harry her FIANCE!! might she add.

everything just felt perfect, and after all the shit the last couple years had thrown her way, she appreciated the break.

 she got her love back, she was making music that she fully loved, and put her whole soul into, and she had fans who had stuck with her and supported her through some of the darkest times in her life, that were now able to experience her happiness and personal growth with her. so truly, little things like this, felt like the least she could do for them.

“ohh this is a good one because its 34 35 related” she tucked her hair behind her ears, “@noirgrande said ‘ummm its just i wanna the end of 34+35 is it awww shit or nooo shit, i just wanna sing the song right”

“umm it is indeed no shit” she confirmed, smiling matter of factly at the camera before reciting the closing line of the song.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“@arianalocks1223 said ‘will we get to see the track list before the songs release?’” she paused for a second to process - which turned into a few more seconds, she was a bit slow today. she had told harry with full sincerity that she thought it was because she was getting old but he had just cracked up at her absurd statement, and told her that if that was the case he’d still think she was a milf

“you will!” she nodded with certainty, “indeed. ummm... i can tell you them now” she blurted, oops.

“i suppose thats not like... is that against the rules? can i do that?” she turned, to question scooter who was supervising off camera, not wanting to get her label mad at her for releasing too much information, something she has a tendency to do. 

after getting the nod of reassurance from him she turned back to the camera, “so out of ‘POV’, you go into, um, an interlude called ‘someone like u’. after that is a song called ‘test drive’, after that is the 34/35 remix with doja and meg” she smiles lightly, “and after that is a song called ‘worst behaviour’, and after worst behaviour is... a song called ‘main thing’...” she finishes, a shy smirk forming on her face, dimples appearing, “so that’s the tracks.” 

continuing with the countdown, ariana felt her heart warm at the love her fans were giving her and this album. she loved interacting with them and making them happy and proud of her so knowing she had done just that, was an amazing feeling.

“umm hesbloodsline... @hesbloodsline ... i’m really fond of this question because its really to the point, ‘where's the pig and where the fuck is harry?’” she smiled, holding in a laugh.

“piggy’s here, she's great, she's really doing so well and life is really good for her right now, she's really thriving and doing her thing” she ranted, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, “um, i make her big salads everyday that she likes, she's doing really great. she asked me to stop posting her as much because she's actually really offended by a lot of your jokes that you make on twitter, she asked me to have a word with you guys” she continued to joke, well aware that she probably found herself more funny than anyone else did right now.

“she doesn't like the jokes about being eaten, they really hurt her, umm yeh, and she asked me to convey that... no she’s great...” she finally decided to answer, “and harry, is on set today, so um, yeh thats where he is... but don't worry i will tell him to keep you in the loop, i’ve got you” 

ariana unconsciously let a small smile take over her glossed lips when talking about harry. he had been so excited about this new project and seeing him passionate and happy about anything he’s doing, always made her happiest.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“nicole! @nastyctrl. nicole said ‘who helped come up with the concept for the positions music video, love u sm ari’ love you so much to, i love you so much more” she paused, she loved this story,

“um this is actually a really funny story, dave and i had been going back and forth on several different concepts, and i couldn't, like... marry one... i couldn't really, like, really commit to one, i wasn't 100% sold. and it was missing a certain element of empowerment. and i kept, you know, trying to think of things that would make it more impactful cause i wasn't loving what we had...”

“anddd then me and harry were on this huge hike, and he just turned to me and was like, ‘what if you were the president?’ which was like, not at all fitting cause i was dying and complaining the whole time. but i was like,” she tried to imitate a shocked face through her smile and laughed 

“and when i called dave he was like ‘oh... kay, ill call you guys back’ and had the whole production team redo everything, and i had mimi pull completely different outfits and we completely started over cause that idea was what i was, craving and missing. and i was like, wow, thats so perfect” she smiled, shrugging her shoulders, “so yeh, honorary directing credit to harry styles, if you liked that”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“this is from @borderlinevinyl, who said ‘how much of the album was recorded at your little home studio?’ ummm..” she sang, looking off camera in thought, everything in quarantine had honestly just blurred into one so she was struggling to remember what exactly she recorded where,

“um... a lot of it was... i think i did parts of everything here and parts of things at tommy's i know i did, um, the final chorus ad-libs for positions at home” she began listing in her head, “i know i did all of off the table at home... i know i did the final chorus of my hair at home because we- i-” oops. she had to control the laugh threatening to leave her lips at the lack of subtlety in her correction

“-i got out of the shower and he was like ‘oh your whistles are really here right now’, and i was like y’know what... yeahh they are aren’t they” she laughed as she squinted her eyes and recited that part of the conversation, even trying to imitate his deeper accent.

she had been singing in the shower - as she always did - and harry joining her never seemed to stop her from belting out any whitney or old one direction classic she wanted to. he would even join in sometimes and they'd end up with their own mini concert, dancing around naked, shampoo and conditioner bottles in hand singing their hearts out to everything from high school musical to nicki minaj to fleetwood mac.

while it felt like too bold of statement to make as she truly revelled in and enjoyed everything they did together, showering with him was truly one of her favourite’s. whether it was steamy shower sex that had all glass surfaces in the room fogging up or letting loose and dancing and singing under the pouring water, every moment felt so intimate and sacred. it truly made her feel like they were they only people in the world. 

of course he would claim she was out singing him every time she whistled and would jokingly try to replicate the note but he was truly just in awe off the sounds that came from her mouth (in all senses of the word;)

"-and so i opened ‘my hair’ and just randomly did that” she continued, “um what else did i do here, i did the a lot of the backgrounds and ad-libs for 34+35 here, um, obvious was done at home, a lot of six-thirty was done at home”

caught in her own thoughts she only realised she had probably been droning on for too long when she caught scooters eye across the room and with a blush she shook her head as if to clear it, “this is an annoying answer, everything was kind of all over the place but i did a lot, a lot, a lot of the vocals for the album at the house" she finally finished the long answer, moving on quickly as she realised she didn't have long until the premiere and she wanted to answer as many of the questions as possible.

“ok, second last question from hannah, ever- @everdxystxless, im sorry i don't know how to pronounce that” she laughs looking up at the camera with wide eyes, not sure how exactly how she was supposed to go about pronouncing the username, 

“im sorry, um, but anyway she say’s ‘ari baby, how do you feel about harry getting to do a movie with florence pugh, we know your a big fan of hers, ps. i love you so much!’ well hannah, i love you too” she replies, as she thinks back to when harry first introduced the two, after she had gotten over the initial fangirling, the pair became amazing friends. florence struck ariana as such a genuine, loving person and they shared the same dry sense of humour. plus ariana might of been just a little obsessed with her accent - not that she would ever admit that and scare the girl off.

“and... um, yeah, it literally, made me beyond happy, i was fully like, fangirling when i met her the first time” she laughs as she plays with her hair, “she honestly, probably was like, ‘who the fuck is this girl? what is she doing?’”ariana imitated, a faux scared/weirded out look on her face, playing the part of a mildly pissed off florence - which she luckily had never been on the receiving end of, “im sure i was being the opposite of subtle about it but, no, she really truly is the sweetest, kindest, most beautiful, talented human being” she emphasises, the thought of any news outlets of fan’s trying to spin a ‘jealousy’ story about this making her internally role her eyes,

“midsommar is, like, one of my all time favourite movies, and she's amazing in it, and harry’s like so fucking lucky its crazy. so yeah, thats insane”

~~~~~~~~~

"...so yeah... thank you so much! this was so much fun!” ariana exclaimed as she wrapped up the Q&A, smiling wide at the camera, she knew her fans were going to love the music video and she couldn't wait for them to watch it, plus interacting with them in this way always made her happy.

“i love you guys, i miss you” she reminded, “i am so appreciative of everything you've done for this album, for these singles, for this music. i hope that, um, that this makes you super happy, i hope it makes you smile...we had so much fun shooting it and um, the girls are so fantastic, so i hope you love this and i hope you love the deluxe!” 

ariana didn't know how many more ways she could say thank you and express her gratitude but she still had over a minute and a half so she’d have to come up with something, even if it meant she’d sound like a broken record

“i am so thankful for everything and for the love that you've shown this music i cant even begin to articulate it properly so, thank you! i appreciate it so much” she breathed out all in one, “but anyway, the video should be starting soon, so... i hope you like it, don't refresh! it’ll be here soon... i promise... just don't refresh” she urged dramatically, she was really dragging this out, “but yeh” she got out through laughs “the video should be starting anytime now, i love you guys” she blew a kiss to the camera before moving as close to the lens as possible “byee”.

🖤 there u go!! i hope you liked it, and any feedback would always always be welcomed and so so appreciated pls and thanku x 

[artificialqueens]

1983 (trixya) - pinkgrapefruit

katya likes breaking fast cars and trixie likes fixing them.

[or, anaheim, the third time]

~

A/N - look… it’s been a while. sorry? mac beta’d the first bit like 4 months ago so have at it <3

*

“Just because you can afford new cars every few months, doesn’t mean you should,” huffs Trixie, flicking a piece of hair off her face with grease-covered fingers. She wipes the hands-down her dungarees and slides the roller out from under the car, standing up with a heavy sigh.

Miss Zamolodchikova stands to stare at her for a good twenty seconds, chewing her gum and twisting a piece of perfectly curled hair around her own pristine fingers. She pulls the scandalously patterned mini skirt down, so it covers her ass a barely acceptable amount and then coughs. “Just because I bring you my wrecked cars, doesn’t mean I pay for them.”

“Touche,” Trixie laughs (because, frankly, she wasn’t expecting that answer from the girl who comes in every month or so with oversized sunglasses, short skirts and assumed attitude problem). She’s the kind of girl you expect to have a trust fund that could pay for a couple of tuitions at Harvard and a nice, long holiday in a five-star full-board resort in Bora Bora - she’s also the kind of girl that you expect to never have used any of it, so it gathers interest every year the size of an average mortgage.

Trixie doesn’t know the woman as anything other than Miss Zamolodchikova, heiress to the Zamolodchikova fortune and Russian steelworks. It’s a shady business at the best of times and with the cold war and all that went with it, she did herself the favour of not googling for a first name and taking all payments under the counter in cash. It’s easier that way.

“Zamo,” she calls out, sliding back under the car, “pass me a wrench.” The other girl snorts with laughter at the idea, popping her gum and scoffing. “You’ve spent enough time in here to know what a wrench is.” The gum pops once more and Trixie gets an 11/32 placed in her hand by uncertain fingers. She pushes her head out so she can give the woman a reassuring smile. “That’ll do.”

“My name’s Katya,” says the wom- Katya, voice a little disgusted but an undeniable sparkle in the words. Trixie assumes she’s smiling as she says it, her face only able to see the tubes, pipes and plating that make up the underbelly of the car. It’s a nice enough car - a Ford Mustang GT Convertible is an orangy red that clashes horribly with the pink she is clothed in. It’s the kind of car Trixie would love to drive if she had a cool seven thousand to spare.

“And mine’s Trixie,” she responds as she rolls out, grabbing a screwdriver from the pile on the floor. She holds out her hand to shake before realising her mistake and rubbing it frantically on her dungarees. She tries again and Katya’s hand touches hers in the lightest way possible - avoiding any grease marks. If she wasn’t the one paying her rent, Trixie would press hard just to make an imprint - remember how warm the girl’s hands were despite the apparent coldness of her heart. “It’s a nice car.”

“V8 engine, 176 horse-power, the smoothest ride I’ve had in a while.”

With the speed Trixie rolls out from under the vehicle you’d assume she’s been either electrocuted or the car was irreparable. She hooks her feet up under the very edge of the frame to keep herself stable and looks up at (the unimpressed) Katya with an astonished grin. She’s torn between a snarky comment like ‘she speaks!’ and quizzing her on all the cars she apparently seems to know so she settles with the infinitely malleable and always handy question: “The eighty-three GT, or the sixty-four farlaine?”

It becomes immediately apparent to both of them that despite not knowing how to fix one, Katya’s knowledge of cars can rival Trixie’s and is much more preferable to sitting in a sort of dull silence.

By the end of the Mustang, they’ve covered Katya’s preference and Trixie’s outright love of Ford and by the end of her next Porsche 944, they’ve managed to discuss every possible combination of engine and standard interior features (cementing the mustang as Trixie’s all-time favourite).

When Katya brings in a Burnt Orange Pontiac Firebird Trans Am in August of 1983, Trixie almost starts crying. It’s a beautiful car (150 horsepower, three-speed automatic drive) and she’s a little annoyed to see what Katya has done to it in her escapades.

The underside hangs loose at the back left wheel, the exhaust is so bent you’d be propelled sideways if you put enough effort in and the telltale grumbling of the clutch makes a case for what must have been one hell of a ride.

“Where the fuck did you take this one?” Trixie asks, pushing down on the bonnet to check the suspension. She sighs as it creaks, the noise bitter, harsh and loud.

“Santa Monica,” Katya replies, lips easing into a smile, “found this cute little ice cream place, then ran it up to San Jose.” Trixie is not an idiot by any means. She knows more must have happened to bust up the car in the way Katya did. She also knows that you don’t ask a Russian a question that even toes the line of incriminating.

“I like ice-cream,” She chooses instead, smiling to herself as she grabs the tools she thinks she might need. Trixie pauses to watch the way Katya’s eyes are fixed to the glow of the dying sun through the dusty workshop window. She hooks a grease rag into her front pocket and smudges the spot of oil on her nose when she catches her reflection in the wing mirror. Mentally, she adds ‘Clean it’ to her to-do list. She doesn’t know if she’s referring to the car or her face.

“I’ll take you one day. They do the best strawberry milkshakes too.”

Trixie hums at the idea - blowing a hair out of her face as she thinks. “I’d like that Zamo.”

“Me too.”

[lesbianfreyja]

thanks my loves! sorry asks still suck and i have to publish like this ❤️

41. I’m not drunk enough for this.

+ 57. I miss the way things used to be.

-

Mac got back to the room around three in the morning. He flipped the hallway lights on, trying to focus on kicking off his shoes. Balancing was a bit of a problem; he flattened a hand on the wall and started to unbutton the fluorescent shirt he was still wearing.

“Mac…”

The groan came from somewhere in the darker recesses of the hotel room. Mac shrugged off his overshirt and stumbled toward the sound.

“What, dude?”

“Turn off the fucking light,” Dennis mumbled. He turned over, pulling the sheets up further around him.

“Oh…Sorry, Dennis.”

Shutting off the hallway light plunged the room into too much darkness, though, and he tripped trying to get back to bed. When he hit the corner of the wall, he fell over an end table and tumbled down to the floor. He groaned, dully.

So did Dennis. The lamp between the beds flicked on. Dennis sat up, glaring, albeit blearily.

“What the hell are you doing, man? I was sleeping.”

Mac sat up, still on the floor. He murmured a soft protest when it made his head jostle, and he pressed a palm against his temple.

“I hit my head.”

“Jesus Christ,” Dennis muttered.

Mac shut his eyes against the bright light and the pain in his skull. Dimly, he heard Dennis’s feet hit the floor. He padded past him, over toward the bathroom. After a minute Mac felt him poking his shoulder.

“Up, dude,” Dennis said. “Get up. Come on, let me help you. I wanna go to sleep.”

Mac let him drag him off the floor and perched on the edge of his bed instead. Dennis handed him a cup of water, which Mac sipped at until Dennis returned a minute later with ice from the fridge wrapped in some tissues.

“There’s no paper towels,” Dennis explained.

Mac hissed as Dennis pressed it against his hurt temple. Dennis’s other hand cupped the back of his head, stroking against his hair.

“Any better?” he asked after a moment.

“Yeah,” Mac sighed.

He leaned into it, the cold pressed against his new bruise, and Dennis’s touch — something he didn’t get a lot, nowadays. He barely had a chance to properly bask in it, though, when Dennis started pulling away.

“I’m gonna go back to bed,” he said.

He grabbed Mac’s hand and covered his own on the makeshift icepack, making sure Mac had a hold on it before drawing away. He stroked through his hair one last time. Before he could retreat entirely, Mac snagged his wrist and yanked him to a stop. Dennis raised his eyebrows as he turned back toward him.

“Can you just…sit, for a minute?” Mac asked quietly. “My head really hurts, bro. I just need, like, a distraction for a little while until I feel more better enough and I can go to sleep.”

Dennis hesitated. Mac thought he was going to ignore him, his stomach plummeting at the thought, but when Dennis pried himself out of Mac’s grip, he sat down beside him on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, fine. Just a couple of minutes,” said Dennis. He wrapped an arm around him, rubbing Mac’s shoulder. Mac leaned into the warmth of his body. They sat like that in silence for a while, until Dennis said, “Have you and Dee been partying with those ski shop creeps since we saw you this afternoon?”

“Yeah,” Mac muttered. He laid his cheek against Dennis’s shoulder, readjusting his grip on the ice pack. “I actually feel a little sick.”

“You had better not throw up on me,” Dennis warned, but he didn’t pull away from him.

Mac closed his eyes, getting comfortable. Dennis jostled him.

“Are you falling asleep?” he asked. “Don’t do that, man. You probably have a concussion or some shit. Plus you’re like, really drunk.”

“I feel better than I ever have,” Mac mumbled into his shirt.  

Dennis sighed. He pulled away from Mac, ignoring his groan of protest, and got up. Mac laid down on his bed, wishing he had changed into sleep clothes but feeling far too lazy to get up and actually do it.

He looked up when he heard music starting to play. Dennis had dropped his phone into an empty cup, amplifying the sound with a makeshift speaker, and Mac could recognize one of his usual Spotify playlists. He sat up as Dennis stopped in front of him, holding out a new icepack.

“Give me that, it’s all melted through.” He tossed the old one and climbed onto the bed beside Mac. “Okay, you can lay on me, but don’t pass out, man, I’m serious. Focus on the music if you start getting tired.”

“Okay,” Mac breathed.

As soon as Dennis told him that he could, Mac had already edged closer to him and laid his head back on his shoulder. He felt Dennis’s hand resettle, tentatively, in his hair. With a sigh, Mac wrapped his free arm around Dennis’s waist and pulled him closer.

“Is this okay?” Mac asked, quiet.

“I…Yeah, man. It’s fine.”

When the second icepack melted, Mac dropped the ruined wet tissue onto the floor and slipped that arm around Dennis, too, clasping his hands loosely. It had been a few years since he’d been allowed to do something like this. Once upon a time, he could have taken it as a given that this is how they could spend their nights (if he wanted it), but things hadn’t been that way between them in a very long handful of years. Dennis was…fuller, now, in his arms. More of him and less of him somehow, all at once.

“You’re not asleep, are you?”

Mac shifted. He ran a flat hand up Dennis’s side, over the soft t-shirt he’d worn to bed.

“No,” he said eventually.

Dennis’s fingers dragged through his hair. He mussed it, ruining the gel that had been in there, but for once Mac didn’t mind; it started to hurt a little if he fell asleep with his hair all tamped down anyway, and he wasn’t in the mood for a shower.

“How’s your head?”

“A little better,” said Mac. He squeezed his eyes shut. “Still feels like I’m being lightly stabbed or something when I look at the light. Could just be the beer though.”

“Yeah, probably is,” said Dennis.

With a big sigh, Mac dropped the arms around him and sat up. He rubbed at one of his eyes. Dennis shifted, turning towards him a little. Mac thought he detected something a bit critical in his stare when he eyed him, but he was too exhausted to try and parse apart Dennis’s ever-unfathomable moods. He dropped his chin into his hands instead, blinking slowly.

“What are you thinking about, huh?” Dennis ruffled his hair again. “I feel like normally you’d be blabbering about your stupid party or whatever by now.”

Mac glanced at him. Dennis tilted his head slightly, but he looked genuine; with a sigh, Mac dropped his cheek back against Dennis’s shoulder, ignoring his small huff of surprise that followed.

“Nothing, man, nothing. I just…” He rubbed at his eyes again. “I miss the way things used to be, man.”

He felt it when Dennis tensed against him.

“Uh — What do you mean?” Dennis asked.

He was trying to sound casual but Mac could still feel him, taut with anxiety, and it didn’t really come off the way he was probably hoping. He could still hear it, though, laced in Dennis’s voice: He didn’t want to talk about this. He never did.

“I don’t know,” Mac said eventually. “Forget it.”

Mac leaned away from him. He kicked his feet together, watching his hands twisting on his lap. He didn’t want to see what Dennis’s face was doing — No way it was anything nice.

But Dennis cleared his throat, and Mac felt tentative fingers on his arm.

“No, uh…Go ahead, man.”

Mac looked up at him. “What?”

“Well, you gotta stay up so you don’t die of a concussion in your sleep or whatever,” Dennis said. His face was a little red and he fidgeted in his seat, but his eyes stayed glued on Mac’s. “Might as well talk to pass the time.”

Mac looked at him for a long while, but Dennis seemed serious.

“I just…” Mac sighed again. He reached out, hand skimming the back of Dennis’s. He didn’t know how to explain it. How do you talk to the person you’re supposed to be able to tell everything to about how you don’t think you’ve known how to talk to each other for years? How did you touch on that loneliness? “Things used to be different, man.”

Mac was about to pull away from him — but then, incredibly, Dennis turned his hand over so that Mac’s fingers were skimming his palm. They glanced up and caught each other’s eye for a split second. Mac’s breath caught on an inhale. Dennis pulled his hand back and looked away.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, getting to his feet. Mac’s heart fell as Dennis walked away from him, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Jesus Christ. I’m not drunk enough for this.”

He went and got another glass from the bathroom. Mac watched silently as he grabbed more ice from the freezer, along with some liquor from the mini bar. Normally he would have warned him off taking from hotel rooms when they would certainly see the damage on their credit cards later, but they had put it down on the company card anyway, writing this entire vacation off as a business expense. Much needed for everyone, and a good learning experience for Charlie that things could be okay, or even better than usual, outside of Philly. He let Dennis dump a healthy amount of whiskey into his glass without complaint.

Dennis sat back beside him on the bed, tucking one of his legs beneath himself. Mac glanced at him, but they said nothing, and he bit his lip. They ended up sitting in silence for a few minutes, as Dennis drank a good amount of the whiskey and Mac shot glances at him when he thought Dennis wasn’t looking.

“Okay,” Dennis said finally. He watched his whiskey, half-full, swill around in the glass. “Go ahead.”

“I don’t know, man,” said Mac, shaking his head. “Things are just different now. We used to be able to…”

He groaned, burying his face in his hands again, tugging at his hair. Dennis was supposed to be the one who knew how to articulate on his behalf. Dennis was supposed to be the one who understood what he meant, so that he didn’t have to.

When he glanced up, Dennis wasn’t looking at him. He watched his own finger trace the rim of his whiskey glass for a long time, and Mac watched him watching it. He sighed.

“I’m just gonna go to bed, bro,” he said.

He turned away from Dennis, but he didn’t want to get up. Not yet. He waited for the moment when Dennis would listen to him, would get up first and go back to his own bed so Mac could have space to change into pajamas and crawl between his sheets. But he heard nothing beside him; Dennis didn’t move.

He should have known better than to think Dennis would ever listen to him.

Mac turned to look when he felt Dennis shift closer, angling his body towards him. He put his drink down on the carpet and pressed in until the leg folded underneath him hit Mac’s, shin nudging against thigh.

The only sound in the room was the music still filtering out of Dennis’s phone, when he put his hand on Mac’s knee. Mac’s breath caught.

“I know,” Dennis said quietly. His eyes drooped, drifting half-closed.

Something stuck in Mac’s chest. His entire body felt frozen. He wasn’t expecting it, somehow, when Dennis ducked his face nearer, and Mac startled, his hand automatically darting up to grasp his shoulder. Dennis paused but he didn’t pull away. With a soft gasp from Mac they just looked at each other, so close that Mac could feel Dennis’s breath on his mouth.

“I…We shouldn’t, Den,” he whispered.

Dennis reached to cradle his jaw, thumb sweeping across his skin.

“The rules are different on the mountain,” he promised. “Remember?”

That was true, he remembered that that had always been true. When he’d gone up with the Reynoldses on a couple of their ski vacations in high school, he had definitely taken advantage of that fact then.

“But…”

At his whisper, Dennis glanced from his mouth up to meet his gaze — steady and hot, and piercing right through him. The rules were different up here, Mac reminded himself, the usual ways this could go wrong would just dissipate like fresh-fallen powder. The usual reasons to say no would crumble, because they were in a snow globe up here, isolated and untouchable from their real life in the city.

Mac closed his eyes, ducked his head, and pressed their mouths together. Dennis leaned into him with a breathless noise like he hadn’t heard in a long time. When he kissed back, it was softly, as reverent and light as his fingers scratching against the side of Mac’s face.

Mac turned toward him more directly, tipping his head to the side as the hand on Dennis’s shoulder slid down, flattening against his chest, curling into his t-shirt. Dennis’s mouth opened beneath his. He cradled Mac’s jaw in his palm for another minute before reaching to wind his arm around his neck, and Mac could feel his tightly wound fist resting against the top of his back. The stiffness of it laid in direct contrast to the gentleness of his kiss.

Mac reached to bunch his shirt by his waist, feeling Dennis’s stuttering breath against his mouth when his knuckles brushed so low on his abdomen. He’d always been sensitive there. Even when he’d tried to lay still, his stomach would flex as he fought against curling around Mac’s mouth or fingers, or fought against laughing. Mac had never understood why he hated being vulnerable, when it felt that good.

Dennis pulled him by the cheek to dust one, two, three more kisses to his parted lips. He pulled back. Mac could feel how much more labored his own breathing was in comparison to Dennis’s when he leaned their foreheads together, their mouths still close.

Dennis’s fingers were petting, insistent and repetitive and soothing, against the side of his face. Mac swallowed, his eyes cast down between them. He felt suddenly shaky. It was okay, he reminded himself. This was okay.

When he glanced up, he found Dennis already looking right at him. His stare was too itchy-hot on Mac’s face, and he hastened to close his eyes again. To get away from it. Even when he couldn’t see it anymore, though, he could still feel Dennis watching him. The insistent press of his gaze on his skin like he’d pressed a sheet over his face.

“Okay, Mac?” Dennis’s voice came out barely above a whisper. His thumb swept in an arc around Mac’s bruised temple, soothing, before he began to rub circles just beneath his cheekbone. “How you feeling?”

“I’m…better. I feel better.”

He gulped in more air, thinking that the press of Dennis’s touch was helping, but after a while he realized that he was just basking in it instead. He pulled away from him, needing space all of a sudden, needing room to breathe. The air already felt lighter when Dennis dropped his hands — as soon as their faces weren’t close enough that they could have kissed again at any moment. Mac watched his hands tighten on his knees, swallowing hard.

Quietly, he said, “Thanks, Dennis. But I think…I think I’m good to go to bed now. I’m okay. Thank you. You can go back to sleep.”

Mc shuddered out another breath, eyes fixed on the carpet. He could feel Dennis watching him for a long time. One heartbeat. Two. It might as well have been an eternity.

But finally, Dennis said, “Okay. I’ll talk to you in the morning, yeah?” as he got up off the bed. He sounded very, incredibly neutral. Mac kept staring at the floor between his feet as Dennis shut his phone off and crawled back into his own bed. Only once he was safely on the other side of the room, and Mac couldn’t hear him moving anymore, did Mac get up, swiftly strip out of his pants, and climb into bed too. He reached over to turn off the light.

“Goodnight, Dennis,” he said quietly.

Nothing for a few seconds. A grunt that could have been a return of the sentiment came from the dark.

Mac peered over as best as he could without his eyes having adjusted yet. He couldn’t see anything, though, no sign of movement. The moonlight through the shut curtains weren’t enough to help him discern one lump in the dark from another. He gave up, rolling over and pulling his comforter up over his shoulders.

Mac could feel his heartbeat in his chest, steady and loud as he lay there. He didn��t exactly feel calm, but he felt better — like he was in shock, but without any worry about what would happen when he snapped back to reality.

Nothing would happen. Tomorrow night they were leaving to go back home, and everything that had gone on out here could stay safe and pristine in the snow globe on the shelf.

[thevikingsheaux]

Mac & Cheese

Part 4

A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter and hotter because I wrote it late last night lol buuut there will be a bit more character development in the next one

Pairing: Marco x reader

Warning: NSFW, 18+ ONLY

Masterlist

“I’ll shower with you, but only to save water,” you said and winked at Marco. He smiled, picked you up, and walked you to the shower. He had to set you down so he could turn the water on but instead of standing up, you sank to your knees. “What are you doing, babe?” he asked. “I think you know what I’m doing,” you said coyly before taking his cock in your hand. Marco’s eyes closed and he tilted his head back as you took him in your mouth.

“Oh shit,” he gasped. He shivered as you moved your hand up and down while used your other hand to hold his balls and your mouth bobbed back and forth. He grabbed your head with his hands and pushed himself further into your mouth. He moaned as you sucked on him more intensely. “Holy fucking shit, Y/N,” he gasped before he pulled your mouth off of him. “I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop. I need to feel myself inside of you again before I do,” he said with a growl.

Marco stepped backwards into the shower and pulled you in with him. Goosebumps raised all across your body when the hot water hit your skin. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in tight, with his cock sandwiched between your bodies. Marco was already so hard that it ached, wanting desperately to be plunged into something.

You started to grind your body against his, eliciting a whine from Marco. He gripped your arms so tightly that you wondered if his fingers would leave bruises. “I don’t know how you’re making me this hard when we just fucked,” he wheezed out, “it’s like I can’t get enough of you.”

He shoved you up against the tiled wall and pulled one of your legs up around his waist. He kissed down your neck and across your collarbones before he guided himself inside you. You closed your eyes and bit his shoulder as he thrust deeper with a groan. Your breathing grew heavier as he continued.

The sensation of the warm water falling on your skin as he fucked you was unbelievable. The way he angled his body made sure he was hitting all the right places. The friction on your clit alone was almost enough to make you climax. He pulled your other leg up and then wrapped that arm around your waist while he held onto rack inside your shower for your soaps with his other hand. The rack began to squeak with each thrust and somewhere in the back of your mind you worried that it would come down, but that worry was quickly pushed out by your building orgasm.

Your breathing grew shallower and every muscle in your body became tense, anticipating the extreme pleasure that was about to explode and wash over you. “Faster,” you panted. Marco obliged and you reached down to rub your clit. You could tell Marco was close too because his moans grew in intensity. “Y/N, I can’t hold out much longe-,” Marco started before being interrupted by your orgasm. You cried out as it hit you, making your legs tremble and your pussy squeeze repeatedly around him. “Fuck,” he mumbled into your neck as you continued to cum around his cock.

You were coming down off your high when suddenly the rack Marco was holding on to came loose and you both went crashing down onto the shower floor. Thankfully you were okay but Marco smacked his head on the edge of the rack hard enough that he started to bleed. A lot. “Fuuuck,” he mumbled, sounding dazed.

“Shit, Marco! You’re bleeding so much!” you exclaimed as you opened the shower door to grab a towel. You pressed the towel to his head and pulled him up into a sitting position. “Keep your eyes open!” you ordered. “Do not pass out on me!”

Marco lifted his hands to his eyes and physically held them open which made you giggle anxiously. “Did that seriously just happen?” he asked shakily. “I was so close,” he complained. You smiled and nudged his shoulder. “Even with a mini concussion you still only think about your dick,” you said, shaking your head. He grinned and pulled you down next to him so he could lean into you. “I’ll make it up to you,” he whispered before closing his eyes.

“Nope, nope, nope,” you said and stood up. “No sleeping yet.” He was heavy but you finally got him to his feet and put him under the water to wash the blood from his hair. Once he was cleaned up you forced him to walk around a bit before you laid him on your bed. You threw your softest blanket over him and turned the fan on before getting him a glass of water and digging around for some ibuprofen. “Take this,” you commanded as you held out a couple pills and the water glass.

Marco sat up on his elbows to take the pills and flashed you a dopey smile. “Thanks for taking care of me, babe. Karma I guess,” he said with a wink. You smiled and rolled your eyes before pushing him back onto the pillows. As he dozed off you slipped into your silk pajamas and snuggled up next to him in bed.

You drifted into a light sleep but was woken up by Marco mumbling something. At first you thought he had woken up but then you realized he was talking in his sleep. It was mostly nonsensical babbling but you caught your name a couple times which made a warm and fuzzy happiness spread throughout your body. You tucked your head in closer to him and inhaled his lovely scent.

Several hours later Marco stirred, rousing you from a deep sleep. It was still raining so the light of the morning was dark and grey. “What the fuck happened?” Marco grumbled and rubbed his head. You yawned and smirked before saying, “Well you almost knocked yourself out in the shower because the sex was so amazing.” He smiled and said, “I remember everything up until I hit my head and then things get a little blurry. I do remember saying I would make it up to you.” He looked down suggestively and pulled your face to his for a kiss.

“Slow down tiger,” you giggled. “You probably have a little concussion and need to keep resting.” He pouted and said, “Wellllll you could get on top. That way I don’t have to do much work.” You rolled your eyes in response and he poked your side. “Don’t give me those puppy dog eyes, Marco,” you warned. “Okay, okay,” he relented. “Can we please get some food? I’m starving,” he begged.

To be continued

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[cowjust]

Cluster truck

#CLUSTER TRUCK FREE#

To Hell and Back: The 9th, and final, level is in hell, there is no discernible reason to be going to hell, you just end up there.Time Stands Still: There is an ability that allows you to stop time, making all trucks and gravity stop.Steampunk: The 8th world in the game is literally just called "Steampunk World".Adding to this is the laser trucks option Twitch users can vote for, which would cause lasers to sprout out the behind of all trucks for a limited time. Slow Laser: The Laser World is, naturally, this trope personified.Slippy-Slidey Ice World: The 3rd is simply a winter based world with a large abundance of snow and ice within it.Shifting Sand Land: The 1st level of the game is just a desert with a lot of trucks in it.Satanic Archetype: The final boss is most accurately described as "Truck Satan".Ruins for Ruins' Sake: The 6th world, "Ancient", has you go through antique ruins of totally unknown origin.No Plot? No Problem!: There is no reason or story as to why you are hopping from truck to truck, you just are.Medieval European Fantasy: The fifth level is "Medieval", and has a lot of medieval traps, such as spikes and flamethrowers.Level Editor: Integrated with the Steam Workshop to easily share and browse custom maps.The devs can also join the chat to induce effects that normal viewers couldn't, including talking directly to the players in-game.The Twitch chat command "Mini-Max" also counts seeing as it makes you constantly jump, move forward at max speed, and use your ability all at the same time.One of the events the Twitch chat can start is "Inverted", which inverts your commands for a small period of time.Intentionally Awkward Title: Let's face it, the name is close to "Clusterfuck".

#CLUSTER TRUCK FREE#

Halloween Episode: There is a free DLC world themed after Halloween.Green Hill Zone: The second level is called "Forest World" but is closer to this than The Lost Woods due to a more plain like level with lots of trees and rocks.Grappling-Hook Pistol: One ability is a simple grappling hook.Final Boss: The final boss is just Truck Satan.These points are then used to buy new abilities. You earn them by doing "stylish" stunts, finishing a level quickly and/or on the first try. Experience Points: The "style points".One of the chat options when using the Twitch integration is "Lasertrucks", which gives each truck a laser beam at their rear.The game also features Twitch integration allowing many odd effects based on the chat's (And if they're feeling particularly sadistic, the devs themselves) whims. You can then spend these points to buy various abilities, such as a Double Jump or a Grappling-Hook Pistol, to finish earlier levels even more quickly or to make later levels easier to beat. After each level, you get rewarded with "style points", the amount of which depending on how fast you finished the level and on stunts you may have done. The game operates on a level to level base going through a total of 9 worlds, each one based on a unique setting, with 10 levels each. The game's basic idea is you are jumping from a multitude of trucks, in what you would loosely describe as a cluster, and that is basically it, just jump. It is available on PlayStation 4, Xbox One, Windows, Mac, and Linux. If you want to, that is up to you, but I felt that it was able to run through the game better without needing to make any changes.Clustertruck is a high speed platforming game in a First-Person perspective developed by Landfall Games and published by tinyBuild in 2016. I did not adjust the Sensitivity or Invert the X or Y-axis. Throughout the game, I kept the basic control scheme the game gave me. What I mean is if you do to look down and your feet and keep holding it, you are now rolling and everything will be upside down, and when you land (if you land), it will give you the Level Failed screen. Looking up, down, left, and right is great, but you could overlook. The second part of the controls comes in with the looking around. The best advice for trying to do this is to turn and look in the direction you want to run and go from there. The second part of this is moving left, right, and backwards is really slow, and really hard to execute in short times when needed. It isn't too high where you over jump every truck, but enough where you might land farther than anticipated. First off, when it comes to movement, your speed for going forward it at a really high pace.

[geminimoonbeamx]

Bucky Barnes x Plus size reader Fingerpainting

Word Count: 2K+

Warnings: Cursing(as usaual, ya’ll know I gots a potty mouth from hell) and teetH ROTTING COTTON CANDY FLAVORED FLUFF. Daddy! Bucky has my whole heart.

Growing up, your household had been vibrant, drenched in color, music filling every nook and cranny. Your mother had been something of a free spirit; You’d been raised on Fleetwood Mac and Jimmi Hendrix, on dancing in circles and bubbling laughter. Now, as an adult you cherished those memories, they we’re such a big part of who you are. And as a mother yourself, you made sure the tradition had continued on.

Made sure your children grew up with that same magical wonder that you had.

It’s what Bucky had noticed about you first, that sparkle in your (y/c) eyes, the curiosity and mischievousness. Cat like, as he liked to refer to them. You we’re his little cat; playful and full of life. And yeah, you had a vicious set of claws, but mostly you liked to be stroked. Both figuratively and literally.

You had this way about you, one that was like sunshine. That bubbly laughter of your contagious, your dimpled smile blinding.

Falling completely fucking in love with you had been easy, natural. He instinctively sought your light and you were more then willing to share it with him, give it to him. Light him up from the inside in a way that made him get a little awestruck because he’d never thought that he’d ever find something like you. He’d accepted the frigidness that had consumed him and here you came, like an Indian summer. All plump curves and saccharine words and butterfly kisses.

And he assumed that it couldn’t get any better; to have a woman that truly deeply loved him. Despite everything… well, what could top that?

And then you’d gotten pregnant and proceeded to set his universe into technicolor chaos once more. He hadn’t even realized he could still have children, that that was still an option for him.

You gifted him with something he hadn’t even realize he’d been craving; his first child. A daughter.

Faye Rebecca Barnes.

Who had your eyes, same spark and everything. But his pretty little up turned nose and his thick, dark hair. She was a tiny hummingbird of a girl, as soon as she could walk she was off in all directions; and he followed close behind, like he always would. Where there was Faye’s chiming laughter, Bucky was close by. The bond that those two had…was something that you couldn’t even fathom sometimes. It was beautiful, to watch them. To know that you had helped to create something so pure.

…Two somethings so pure. Your stomach had never been flat; had always been plush and jiggly, but at the moment it strained out round and firmly, stretching your skin taught. Like some had stuck a basketball under your shirt.

They say pregnancy the second time around is easier. Fucking hah, who ever said that didn’t have a three year old darting around. But still- you tried to stay positive. Tried to focus more on the beautiful parts of pregnancy…even though the ugly, irritating ones came in spades. Oh, how you desperately fucking missed not having to pee every ten minutes.

Baby Barnes number two had made it a game to tap dance on your bladder.

It’s a stormy Wednesday afternoon, nothing particularly exciting or special going on: you’re sitting on the living room floor because its the only place you can seem o get comfortable with Faye, the large glass coffee table in front of you littered with oil pastes and colored pencils. Discarded papers blotches with swirls of color dispersed all over as the two of you drew idly. Bucky was laying on the couch behind you, the one that you lean against, reading the newspaper as Dumbo played on the flat screen in the background.

“Mommy what’s your favorite animal?” Faye inquires, not looking up from her paper and the long erratic strokes she’s making with a teal colored pencil. She was only three, and she’d seemed to inherit your “artistic nature” as Buck liked to call it.

“Seahorses…Or maybe flamingos. I cant decide” You scrunch your nose, focused on your own art. Sunsets and constellations stare back at you, you use your thumb to blend the smooth pastel colors into one hypnotic shade. “What’s yours, Honeybee?”

“Mermaids” Faye shrugs as though its obvious “I like pink elephants too”

From behind the newspaper, Bucky has a large grin on his face. Shaking his head a little at the two of you.

“Is that why we’ve been watching Dumbo on repeat?” He wonders, his gruff voice amused as he reads an article on ‘Stark Industries new Holliday Season Technology.’

“It’s my favorite” Faye nods. Favorite of the week, that is. Last week had been the Aristocats, the week before that Moana.

Bucky could literally sing “Your Welcome” from start to finish. Faye insisted her father be Maui for the upcoming Halloween because he had “pretty hair” just like him. You’d laughed HARD at that, but whispered to him that you wouldn’t mind seeing him only in a grass skirt, your tone had him grabbing at your plump ass.

“Really? It used to scare me a little bit. Especially the pink elephants on parade part. Super trippy if you ask me” You laugh, looking up from your page at your daughter. Her dark hair was pulled up into a messy knot on the top of her head,

“I like 'em. I think they pretty” The three year old defends.

“It does make my head spin a little. I remember reading somethin’ about Walt Disney being all hopped up on dr-” Bucky stops himself, shooting Faye a look “-…Sugar, when he made a lot of these movies”

You laugh. It’s uncanny how similar it sounds to your daughters.

Bucky thinks that’s part of a reason the little girl has such a tight hold on his heart. Obviously, she was his child, and he would love her regardless of what she looked like. But the fact that she was a mini version of you was really what got him.

Faye laughed like sunshine too.

“Yeah I’ve heard that too! And it makes so much sense, this was a trip gone bad…or good I guess. Since you know, its a classic” You add.

“A trip to where, mommy?”

You snort and Bucky puts the paper down a little bit so that he can not only see your reaction, but your response. One of his eyebrows raise.

“Umm, to a place where only adults go. We’ll talk about it when your in college?” You test the waters. Even after years, this whole parenting thing was still touch and go to you.

You didn’t think you’d ever fully have it down.

Bucky’s little chortle from behind you makes you turn around and shoot him a glare to which his hand, the metal one, comes down and rubs your shoulder in apology; his cool fingers massaging the muscle near your neck in a way that had you leaning into him.

You still love the feeling of his hands on your skin, still makes goosebumps rise. You hope you never loose this feeing.

Faye, as usual, looses interest with what she’s doing before her movies even over.

“I’m bored” She whines dropping her pencil “I wanna go swing”

“No, Faye. It’s raining and you’ll not only get all muddy, but you’ll get sick” You try to explain to her the reason why your such a kill joy. Of course she doesn’t seem to hear any of it.

“Daddy?”

You breathe through your nose. Of course.

Bucky was what people call “the good parent”. What you said no to, she’d usually be able to convince her father into letting her do.

She really was manipulative for a three year old.

“Where do you think she gets that from?” Nat had taunted once, looking at you with laughing eyes and you’d shoved her shoulder.

“No baby, you’re moms right. You’ll get really sick and then you wont get to go play at Uncle Steves this weekend. And you’ve been so excited to see Noah” Bucky sides with you, trying to convince her with the promise of seeing her god brother, Steve and Sharon’s one year old son.

Faye huffs and pushes her paper away from her so hard that it, along with a few pastels, flies off the table. She then lets her head fall to the glass with a hard thunk, one that made Bucky wince.

“I’m so bored” She cries dramatically. You know how people talk about the terrible two’s? Yeah you we’re starting to think the troublesome threes were worse.

“Do you want to watch a different movie?”

“No”

“You could come help mama make lunch? Chicken fingers, you favorite?”

“No”

“We could go find Kit? I think she’s scared of the thunder, she’s probably under your bed-” Bucky offers, he knows how much Faye loves that cat.

“NO DADDY” Faye interrupts him with a snap.

“Faye Rebecca Barnes, you do not talk to any adults that way, much less your dad. You probably hurt his feelings” Your tone is not cutting, but authoritive . She knows better then that. She doesn’t look up but you hear her sniffle as she turns her head, facing away from you.

You purse your lips, before leaning your own head back, enough that it rests on Buckys thigh. Your eyes closed. Did you hate making her cry(even if you knew she was just faking?) Yes. But you also wanted to make sure she grew up to be a decent member of society that other people could stand. And that meant teaching her that she couldn’t snap to get her way.

Bucky knew that too…he also knew you had way more resolve then him. So instead of making it worse, he kept his mouth closed and let you handle it. Smart man, your husband.

…as the minutes ticked by, the silence a little overwhelming you realized that you too, were bored.

Making you empathize with your little one. Boredom, the death of creativity. It had always made you antsy, being idle. You feel Buck’s hand in your hair, the metal one, and you get a passing idea.

Remembering a time when your mother had let you and your siblings finger paint on her back…

“Hey, Faye” You call to her, and she mutters a small “What” without looking at you. She could pout with the best of them.

Something she’d inherited from both of you.

“Wanna do something fun?” Your voice is eager and it makes both Faye and Bucky give you almost identical looks.

“Like what?”

You just grin and manage to heft yourself off of the floor(with Bucky’s arm steadying you) and waddle out of the living room, towards your art closet.

“Where’s she goin?” Faye questions her father and he shrugs but sits up, anticipating your next move.

“I don’t know, but knowin’ your mother- it’ll be something messy” Bucky guesses as he looks down at Faye, taking a minute to bop her on her little bun. She beams up at him, grabbing at her hair.

“Hey!”

“Sorry pumpkin” He chuckles, before bopping her again. He’s ready for her when she launches herself into his lap.

“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings” Faye whispers against his scruffy cheek as he holds her.

“It’s okay” Bucky scratches her back lightly “I’m a big boy, I got over it”

“Okay, lets do this” You announce as you come back in the room and both of their heads turn to meet you. In your arms, resting on your stomach, is your plastic container full of washable paints and glitters. Body paint…

“Told you. Messy” Bucky tells Faye who squeals and makes grabby hands at you.

An hour later, you’ve managed to lay the news paper that Buck was reading out on the floor. Protecting your rugs from the splashes of paint. The three of you sit on the hardwood, Bucky has stripped off the hoodie he was wearing and now sits in just his white singlet, holding his metal arm steady and still as you Faye paint on the surface of it. Both of your fingers covered in multicolor paint as they swirl colors onto the sleek metal.

Faye draws purple clouds and orange seahorses(or at least she tries) and you work on an intricate, realistic looking array of wild flowers with a detailed sunflower in the middle of them.

He squirms a little as your fingers trace the edge where his steel shoulder meets warm flesh.

“Don’t move, daddy!” Faye barks at him and you giggle.

“Yeah, daddy” You stress the word, biting your lip and shooting him a devious little smirk that your daughter misses “Don’t move”

“It tickles!” He protests with an exasperated laugh, but stays still all the same. He cant tear his eyes off of you, so concentrated. Little specks of yellow paint smeared on your soft cheek, your belly swollen with his second baby. He reaches out with his flesh hand to rub at the bump tenderly.

You’d given him everything.

“I love you, sweets” He whispers, watching your short fingers delicately trace details into the flowers. You look up, breaking your concentration to smile at him.

“I love you too, Buck” You reach up and press a kiss to his stubbly jaw, then another to his chin. And finally laying a big one on his cheek.

When he feels another set, of smaller lips, press a quick peck to his other cheek his heart swells.

“Love you, daddy” Faye chirps, as she settles back down. “Momma do seahorses have three eyes or four?”

“Four” You answer with a smile.

-Okay I know this wasn’t smut but this was requested and I felt like I needed to write some Dad! Bucky because I love him so much and he’s such a cinnamon roll and wouldn’t he just make the best dad? I wanted their daughters name to be something old fashioned, but still interesting because this Readers an artist and I just think she’d want her children to have unique sounding names? Idk. Enjoy. Cry. Do what you must💘😂

[meaninginmakeup]

Eyeshadow info will be shared at the bottom of the list of products, as I used more than just a couple. 

Inner Eye Highlight/Under Eye Liner- second from the bottom 3rd from the right row of the Foil Eyes Palette by BH Cosmetics. It looks more yellow in pan vs application. 

Mascara- Lights, Camera, Lashes by Tarte. 

Primer (under concealer)- Studio Perfect Photo Loving Primer by Nyx. 

Powder- HD Finishing Powder (loose) by Nyx Cosmetics. 

Highlighter- Spellbound by Colourpop. 

Concealer/shadow primer- No Filter Concealer in Fair02 by Colourpop and green from the 6 Color Corrector and Concealer Palette in Light by BH Cosmetics and Studio Finish Concealer in NW15 by Mac. 

Lip Color- Liquid Suede Lipstick in Amethyst with matching Lip Pencil, both by Nyx Cosmetics. 

Specially requested by @teddysphotographs !

So this eye look did NOT go according to plan. So I’ll try another yellow and purple look for you next week! I was hoping the matte Super Shock Shadow from Colourpop would have more pigment like their metallic counterparts, but I was wrong. So if I use it going forward it will likely have to be an accent liner (like I do along my lower lash line). Even though I used a purple matte powder shadow as a base, it didn’t hold like I wanted it to, and looked ready to crease before I left the house. And as I have a tendency to, started adding shadows until I got something I wanted. 

Eyeshadow- I started with 2nd from the bottom from the second from the left row of shadows from the Modern Mattes Palette by Bh Cosmetics as my base matte. Next I applied Super Shock Shadow in Daddy by Colourpop. I then added Grifter from the Ammo Palette (no longer sold) by Urban Decay and since that looked a little too icy purple for my taste I then added Makeda from the Masquerade Mini Palette by Juvia’s Place on top. Finally the shadows were tolerable looking at this point, and just in time for me to have breakfast and fix coffee before work!

Also I had to match my Starlord and Groot shirt. :D I have another look inspired by the Infinity Stones coming for you all!

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How to stay Productive.

Well guys winter break started almost everywhere I think so it’s time to give you my experience on how I stay productive during such a busy period with so many things to do and so much place to go. 

What does staying productive means?

Productivity comes in so many forms, it can be just planning the week, organising all the school materials or changing the study place and try to go to the library. 

For me staying productive means organising all the study material and start to at least read them and take some superficial notes. I do also listen the lectures and type them down not all of them but the ones I missed during the semester. 

How can I manage to stay productive?

We all know that staying productive means a lot of concentration and dedication because keep studying after the school/uni finish is something that every student dislike. Personally I find myself more motivated to stay productive if I can do something even just reading some slides during those dead moments between festivities. 

I obviously take a break between the last day of the semester and the “study hard” time. For example this Year I will start to study from the 26th to the 30th morning and afternoon, no evening, and then from the 3rd to the 7th I do just afternoons and evening. 

How I organise?

Print a calendar or use a digital calendar on your phone! I can’t stress enough how this is so important. This gives you a visual timeline and how many days are left for real studying and where your deadlines are. 

What I use: 

@emmastudies​ monthly calendar printable and time work log/ pomodoro printable

Filofax / Tempo personal daily

Count Only 

Iphone/Mac Digital Calender/ Outlook / google they work all fine

Temup

Gather all your material. Another important thing is to group all the material in one place. I like using binder because I can hold textbooks, slides and my notes all together, if they are digital I still print them out and place them in the binder. 

Take a calculator and a sheet of paper. You might think why these materials.. Well I tend to divide the work evenly between the days so let’s say I have 3 Groups of Slides (30 pg each) 2 textbook chapters (around 70 pg)  and 35 exercises/mock questions and four days. I know that I can do around 15 pg per hour including summarising each paragraph in a small sentence on the margin and Highlighting. I have totally 160 pg so I divide that number for 15, 10h 15min of study excluding the exercise. Once I calculated that I write it down on the piece of paper and start to see when I can do those 10H session between those four days. 

Take again the calendar. Once you repeat the step above with all your material start to plan achievable goals for each day in your calendar. That means that if I know that I have to go out with some friends in the afternoon I won’t cram 5h of study that morning, I would probably do three hours in the morning and when I would come back if I feel I would see the plan and check if I was behind on something and manage it. 

Tips and Tricks I learned during the way. 

I always have been one of those content procrastinator, I would come home and watch Netflix, Youtube videos and tried to stayed out all day to not study. I started to change when I started University this year after changing my major, I was so motivated to start with a good step and I brought home some really good results. Here few tips and tricks.

The smaller the task the better. This seems something really strange for a productivity tips but it’s so true. If you set mini goals it’s easier to get through.

instead of writing 

Chemistry chapter 3 pages 74-113 

write 

Chemistry: 

3.1- 3.4 pg 74-82

3.5 - 3.8 pg 83-100

3.9 -3.11 pg 101 - 112

excercises pg 116-120

Don’t cram your days. Planning unachievable study goals or too much task for a day is a common thing when you start planning. I start to break down my big task and saw that most of the time I wasn’t completing them just because I was setting too big goals both with study and in general. 

Use a productivity app or make two accounts on the laptop.. Most of the students tend to get distracted when studying both with the phone and the laptop. 

Productivity app: This is really good for two aspects: It blocks you from using certain sites or apps and it tracks the time you really study. Sometimes we really think that we study 4/5 hours but the time we spend really on the books is maybe 1-1 and 1/2 hours. 

Forest, Momentum and 

Two accounts on the laptop: I have in my laptop two accounts one with games/apps and social sites unblocked and the other where I have all the study/university related things with most of the social not logged in and with those sites blocked.

Boost your energy with breaks and food. Another things students tend to avoid because you “loose time” but the brain need to pause and get back on track as our focus decrease after 50 minutes. Don’t cram study sessions try to do like 50 min, 10 min, 50 min, 10 min and after three times a 20 min break instead of 10. Don’t absolutely skip meals, it’s something that is not good first for you health and second for the brain, you’ll deconcentrate easily as the brain doesn't have enough sugar to work. 

Keep track of exams, mock and don’t stay too much time without reading a subject. This might sound strange but a way to stay productive is keep pushing ourselves to do better, but how can we do it? well keeping track of everything we can so scores, percentage of an essay, errors we do in mocks and exams is a great way to boost yourself because if you see you are going better is the way to go, if not it’s time to change something. Another way to boost your productivity is to make an habit out of it, so don’t abandon a subject more than 4 days in a row!

Hope this long post will help some of you guys to have an idea of what I do during my breaks and how I manage to stay productive in general. Please bare in mind that this is my own experience, this might not work for everybody and most important of all, we are humans not robot.. it’s normal to have to change plans due to something that happens.

[myemilyzhang]

ENET CABLE ON BMW EFGI SERIES FAQS

Have collected questions and answers of ENET ESYS cable’s compatibility of vehicle coverage. Here you go.

BMW ENET cable is NOT fit E series

Question: Will it work on e90? Answer: No. You need K+DCAN USB to OBD cable for e90

Question: I have i com ICOM A2 ista hdd what cable do i need ? i have 3 e series cars Answer: If u have an I com you only need an Ethernet chord If u have an E series and no icon Then you need a k d can cable

Question: Does this work with E60? Answer: You require a K+ DCAN cable

Ethernet to OBD interface works with F, G, I series

Question: Will this cable work with BMW I3 2016? Answer: Yes, the cable will work on the I01 BMW i3 2014 to 2016

Question: Does this cable work with m240i Answer: yes

Question: Will this work on F01? Answer: I would suppose so? It worked on my F30, 2016.

Question: Would it work with 2007 1 series, E87? Answer: No

Question: Will this work for a F87 for Bootmod3 Answer: Yes, it does.

Question: Is this compatible with 2017 x4 m40i? Answer: Yes

Question: cable works with BMW i3? Answer: I think yes but not sure And i am going to use it on f30 and it fits my car. You can ask the seller for this But as i see from internet picture they all the same jack

Question: Will this work on a bmw 2014 x1 m sport? Answer: NO. You have an E84

Question: Will this work with a 2011 e91 328i convertible? some enet cables work with the e-series? Answer: No it won’t. NO ENET Cable works with E-series vehicles. There is no ZGW Gateway ECU in any E-series vehicle and therefore there is no way to connect to the car via IP. Anyone who tells you different is a liar.

Question: Does the code work on a 2013 740li? Answer: It most likely should. It is just an OBDII connector with an RJ-45 connector on the other side, so technically it will work with any OBDII car. Just remember to use the proper version of coding software and the guide for the F01 chassis to make sure you don’t mess anything up on your car

Question: will it fit my 2013 bmw x3 ? Answer: Yes

Question: Will this work on a 2016 mini cooper s clubman f54? Answer: Yes

Question: Will this work with 2005 mini cooper s r53? along with ista? Answer: No

Question: Will it work with 2016 BMW 428i convertible ? Answer: Yes it will. Buy from ENET cables fast and we provide instructions and everything you need to get started including links to the necessary software

Question: Does this work on 2003 bmw 330i??? Answer: Yes, it works with BMW 3 Series models.

Question: Will this work on my 2015 BMW 428I F36? Answer: yes

Question: Will this work with 2016 mini cooper / and countryman (f56 or r60)? Answer: Yes for the F56 … No for the R60

Question: Will this work with a 2014 M235i? Answer: Yes

Question: Will this work for a bmw x6 35i n55 2013/2014 Answer: This is only for F, G and I series BMW, your 2013 X6 is still E71/E72 series

Question: Will this work for a 2014 bmw x5 sdrive35i? Answer: Yes

Question: Will this cable work on a 2013 M6? Answer: Yes, I have used it on a 2013 and 2014 m6. Will work for any F series.

Question: Will this work on a 2006 525xi to remove passenger restraint system warning error? Answer: It depends on the software you are using, normally a good scanner software could do that. remember that cable is only the interface, e-sys is very complete and powerful, likely it can do it

Question: Does it work for a bmw f30 lci 2017 320i with a b48 engine? thanks. Answer: Yes

Question: Work with 2014 125i F20 ? Answer: Yes

Question: Will this work on 2007 V8 550i e60 with F10? Answer: Yes, it does.

Question: will this work for a 2015 BMW X5? Answer: yes … buy from ENET Cables Fast and receive your product quickly with software links and coding guides and codes included

Question: Does it fit a 2016 februari 520? Answer: Yes

Question: Will this work on 2011 Countryman? Answer: It should.. it’s a standard OBD II connector to RJ-45 Ethernet connector.. As long as your laptop/pc has the port you’re good..

Question: Will this work coding the rex range extender hold on a 2015 bmw i3? Answer: Hello.. It should be, pretty standard Ethernet to OBD connector.. But I cannot confirm..

Question: Does it work to code new injectors on 2011 bmw 550i GT F07 ? Answer: No

Question: Will this work on G series cars? Answer: yes. buy from seller ENET Cables Fast to receive coding cheat sheets for new X3/5/7 series along with all other necessary software to code your car.

Question: Will this cable work for a 2016 bmw 1 series? f20 Answer: Yes, it will work.

Question: Does this cable work with F48 2017 Answer: Yes it will .

Question: What all would i need to start coding different options for my 2013 x3 35i? i want my passenger to be able to watch dvd while traveling in my car Answer: You would need this cable and then a computer with the proper software and setup to do the programming. It is a lot of work in my opinion and requires extensive knowledge of the software. I would recommend instead search amazon for the “Carly Original Bluetooth GEN 2 OBD Adapter” which is a adapter that allows you to program with a few clicks from your phone.

Question: Does this work on 2013 3 series? Answer: I have a 2014 F30 (328xi) and it works perfect. I would imagine it would work on a 2013 as well.

Question: Does it work on 520i from februari 2016? Answer: Yes

Question: Have 2 bmws. does it work with 2016 f30 320i & 2014 f25 x3? will you provide link to download software? Answer: F series yes and g series but not e series

Question: Is it compatible with a bmwi3 2017? does it come with software and likes/guides? Answer:  ot sure if it works with your i3 but it does not come with any instructions, guides or software. You will need to download the proper software.

Question: Will this work with 2013 328 convertible? Answer: Yes, it works for all F-series.

Question:Will this work with G20? Answer: It should for diagnosing but not programming and software

Question: Does this cable work on 2011 535i GT Answer: Yes

Question: will it fit my 2013 bmw x3 ? Answer: Yes

Question: does this cable work with 2016 435? Answer: Yes works on all F, G, I series

uestion:Does it work for 2012 328i? Answer: Works for all f series BMW

Question: Anyone tried this on a G05 yet and know if it works? Answer: Cable should work no problem but there’s not much you can do to G05

Question: Will this work on a 2017 F31 Sport Wagon? Answer: Yes

Question: Will the cable and coding work on a 2013 740li? Answer: You bought from the wrong seller …. when you buy from ENET Cables Fast you will get everything you need

Question: do you have a compatible cable for Mini R60? Answer: Compatible already . Same cable

Question: Will I be able with this cable and provided software to code and register a new battery on my F25? Answer: Yes you will need ISTA Rheingold software along with the cable to do this.

Question: Will this cable work on the G01 X3M40i chassis? Answer: Yes I believe so, all f series model

Question: Does this work for 2016 750i? Answer: Yes

Question: Will this work on a 2013 X5? E70 Answer: No

uestion:Does this cable work with F48 2017? Answer: Yes.

Question: does this cable worl with my 2019 x3 g01 bmw? Answer: Works with all F, G & I series BMW

Question: Does this work on a 2017 i3 rex with business navigation (not professional)? Answer: Yes

Question: Will this work for a 2013 bmw 320i Answer: If you have the F30 generation then yes it will work

Question: Will this work 2013 bmw 320i Answer: It definitely will. I have a 13 328, and it works fine. The port is next to the foot plate. If you order it from the same people I did they will send you link for the pzdata and e sys. I hope this helps

Question: Will this work with a 2016 x3 to retrofit for Sirius radio? Answer: yes.

Question: I replaced mechatronic on my f25 x3 2011 and the car doesn’t shift out “Park”. Can I use your cable to reset it somehow? Answer: If you have the software to read the faults I don’t see why not.

Software compatible:

Question: Does this cable works with ista/d? Answer: Yes

Question: Can e-sys work with this cable and a rj-45 to usb adapter? Answer: Yes. Thats exactly what I did and worked flawlessly for my ’17 X5

Question: Is the Rheingold software legally available, or is the entire market usage of this product based on illegal unlicensed versions? Answer: It’s not illegally unlicensed it’s just cleveraly exploited platforms from Russian servers with loose copyright laws

Quality, source, PC..:

Question: For the people who had quality control issues with their cable, which seller did you guys buy it from? Answer: You can buy the cable from anyone reliable but you’d better check if it has support or not esp you’re a newbbie for this.

Question: Is this cable had the genuine Ftdi rs232 chipset? Answer: No, there is no chipset involved for a BMW ENET Cable. You must be referring to a BMW KDCAN Cable for E-Chassis Cars. ENET Cables are used for F, G and I chassis BMWs

Question: Can I use this cable to read engine codes and reset service reminders? Answer: Yes

Question: Can I use this cable to work with the scan guage 2 device? Answer: If scan gauge uses the cable and has a f series g series pin out one set up

Question: How long is the cable? Answer: It’s 2 meters long.

Question: Will I need to use a windows computer for the software or will it also work with my Apple laptop? Thanks, Answer: The cable will work with a VM running Windows on a Mac.

Question: i purchased the cable i do not have the driver where can i find the driver ? Answer: If your computer has a network (Ethernet) socket you’re shouldn’t need a driver. There’s certainly no special driver to talk to the car. It’s just an Ethernet connection. Just make sure DHCP is enabled on your computer for that connection.

Question: Just purchased this cable. Where is the software that everyone on this topic is chatting about? Answer: Hello.. Go and join the BMW forum F30.Bimmerpost.com. Go to the F30 Coding discussion section and post for the software, instructions, etc…

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