#Speed Dating NYC

[atinystraynstay]

Cupid's Arrow - Choi San

Synopsis: You refused to spend another Valentine's Day alone. You have tried online dating, having friends set you up on spontaneous dates, and even made efforts to flirt in public. This year, you were settling for something a bit different - speed-dating.

Pairing: non-idol!Choi San x fem. reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, trying to find love in a major city

Warning: mentions alcohol consumption, slight vulgar language, suggestive sexual activity

Word Count: 3.8k

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"This is.. West 4th-Washington Square. Please stand clear of the opening doors."

Your heart was racing, your body practically trembling as you stared forward. Was this actually going to happen?

Ding

Quickly but carefully, you pushed yourself out of the opening of the subway. You didn't want to get trampled by the crowds of people trying to get in. You've learned better to just move as quickly as possible if you want to make it to your destination on time.

You also learned how easily frustrated people get when they are behind someone who either doesn't know where they are going or is just walking slowly.

Last year, you took the leap of faith and moved to New York City. Like many others, you dreamed of moving to this extravagant place to make a name for yourself. You daydreamed of walking the busy streets and having a cute tiny apartment with a skyline view. You sacrificed that latter wish for an in-unit washer and dryer - a real jackpot find!

While you certainly have made friends in the city, you often find yourself frustrated with the dating department. You have been on several first dates, a few that turned into second and third dates. One or two turned into potential relationships.

Yet, it would quickly fizzle out.

At first, you thought that it was something with you. You tried changing how you approach first dates, how you dress for them - anything that you thought you could be doing wrong was thought over meticulously.

"The problem isn't you," your roommate vowed. Your racing mind was settled by the NYC Dating Queen herself. She has been through the wringer with guys throughout the whole city. "You're in your 20s in New York City," she laughed. "Most guys are thinking with their dick first then their brain. Ever notice how many guys are reaching back out, begging for another chance?"

You slowly nodded your head. "Yeah, which is so annoying because by the time they think straight, I've already moved on."

Maybe you were a bit old-fashioned when it came to love. No, you weren't in the market to settle down quite yet. You wanted to meet someone and take things slow, go on dates, and be exclusive before making that big of a commitment. Getting the conversation out of the dating apps was the first milestone you wanted to achieve.

"Good! Don't give them any type of satisfaction. All of these guys are dates from Tinder?" "Yep," you announced, making sure to pop the 'p' before taking a sip out of your wine glass. "So you're also getting the mix of tourist guys who are just horny and wanting to fuck while visiting the city."

You groaned at the realization, your head leaning back against the arm of the couch. How was she always right about this kind of stuff?

"You deserve to meet your prince charming in another way. Clearly, dating apps are not cutting it." "And going up to a guy at the bar scares me," you confessed before fixing your posture.

The two of you were sitting on the couch. It was a snowy night in the city which caused many of your evening plans to get canceled. The two of you were nestled on the couch, watching a movement on HBO Max with a chilled bottle of red wine. Your other roommate managed to escape the apartment to go on a date tonight. Lucky bitch.

"You know how our lovely roommate is out on a date?"

You nodded again as you looked over, an eyebrow raised. Wherew as this going?

"She only got together with him once she deleted the dating apps and tried something different." And the look on your other roommate's face told you she had something planned for you.

That was how you find your way navigating through the busy streets of Manhattan. You had no idea that speed-dating was so popular, or that it could be successful. Your roommate's current relationship gave you hope that meeting someone this authentically could be the solution to your problems.

Tonight, speed-dating was taking place at a bar in Greenwich Village. You've honestly been trying to come grab brunch here as you were drawn to the aesthetics shown off on social media.

It did bring a smile to your face to see the white-painted door surrounded by vines. Three brick steps led up to the front door. It was like a little escape room all the steel and concrete of the city.

Even though you were ecstatic to be going to this new place, it didn't help your nerves. You were the type of person who loved getting to know someone for sure, but something was intimidating about going on multiple "first dates." You had to put on a good impression for more than an hour.

“Hi, you also hear for the speed dating?” A voice called out from beside you.

You looked over to see the most gorgeous man. He was tall, dressed in a black button up which peaked from the grey winter coat he was wearing. His hair was sleeked back with a few strands framing his forehead. He also wore this soft smile which made your knees weak. He was definitely going to be hot commodity tonight.

You nodded slightly, offering also a gentle smile. “How could you tell?” “Let’s just say I’m hoping to get to know you better tonight,” he said, winking.

It took everything in you not to let your jaw drop. You never met someone who spoke so coolly. He was the total package.

“Come on, let’s get you out of the cold. You’re practically shivering.”

Maybe it was from the chilly evening hair. Or maybe it was your nerves overriding your system. Either way, you were not going to disclose the truth. Not when this gentleman had his hand placed on your lower back to help you inside.

“Already trying to win me over?” You asked teasingly. “How could you tell?” He asked, matching your tone from earlier.

The two of you shared soft laughter as you crossed the threshold into the cocktail bar. There were tables lined up with white linen, a candle in the middle, and a short bouquet of flowers. Frank Sinatra was playing overheard, both screaming New York and romance. The mystery man stood slightly behind you, his hand leaving your back which you already missed.

“Hi! Sorry, we are closed for a private event,” the hostess said. “Oh no, sorry! We are both here for the speed-dating event,” you explained.

The hostess blush lightly from her mistake before nodding her head. “My apologizes, I assumed you two were already a couple since you walked in together. Can I get your name, please?”

You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter at the insinuation. Sure, you guys happened to cross paths with the handsome stranger. Possibilities were endless though!

“Y/f/n y/l/name” “Great! All checked in. Here is your number ticket that indicates your table. And here is two drink tickets for the evening.”

You nodded, saying a quick “thank you.” You took the tickets before putting your phone in your purse. It bought you enough time to overhear the stranger behind you and gain some pieces of his identity.

“And your name, sir?” “Choi San.”

You smiled to yourself once you got his name. Choi San.

Not wanting to linger anymore, you began making your way to the long row of tables. Each table had a heart laminated and taped to the table. They were numbered 1-16. Glancing down at your ticket, you saw you were placed at number 7, your own lucky number.

More people were beginning to file into the establishment. However, you were trying your best not to scope out too much. You wanted to go into this open-minded, wanting to take in the experience while remaining open to the potential of finding a new connection. It didn’t help that your mind was already infiltrated with a man named Choi San.

“Looks like I’ll have to wait a little bit to get to know you, pretty girl,” San said.

He winked at you as he passed by your table, heading towards Table 8. Looks like you’ll be ending your night on a high note if he would be your last encounter of the night. You watched him for a moment. He sat on the opposite side of you, giving an indicator that the men will either be transitioning or the females will.

Feeling your eyes on him, he looked over at you too quickly for your liking. It didn’t give you enough of a chance to glance away. Your cheeks were also a key indicator what you had been up to, which weren’t really concealed despite the dimmed lighting. He chuckled lightly underneath his breath before he got to work at shrugging off his jacket.

You couldn’t pull your eyes away when his jacket off did in fact confirm the black button up he was wearing. What kept your attention was the way his fingers got to work unbuttoning the top 2, revealing his golden chest underneath. You wanted to be respectful, but you couldn’t help but slightly gawk at the man adjacent from you.

“Keep your eyes on me, angel. I’ll be coming for you.”

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"Welcome ladies and gentleman to our fifth annual Cupid's Speeding Dating! Here is how it's going to go. Men are going to move to the left, switching the seat to chat with a new woman. You will have five minutes to make your best first impression."

Your eyes shifted over towards San, seeing that he would be moving further away from you at first. However, that just means you get to be the last person he talks to tonight.

"You know, there are a lot of things I can do in 5 minutes." You were interrupted by your internal thoughts by the man across from you. Your nose scrunched up as you understand quickly what he was suggesting.

"Please do not exchange numbers or socials until the next of the event. We want to make sure you are investing more into your conversations."

The guy across from you smirked again, winking. Ugh! Does this guy really think he has a chance?

You leaned back into the seat, wanting to create distance from you and your first date of the evening. You weren't much of a person to fixate on appearances. I mean, the guy was quite attractive. Yet, the moment he opened his mouth, all possible attraction flew out the door. It honestly just made you yearn more for San.

Noticing movement out of his peripheral, San glanced over. He flashed you a smile before going to pay attention to his current date. Sure, he knew he was most excited to talk to you, but he also didn't want to be rude. He just couldn't help but glance over to make sure you were okay.

"You can begin!" The host said excitedly.

Soon, the cocktail bar was filled with chatter. You decided to take a sip of water to ease your nerves, but also try to come up with a conversation to have with this guy. You were forced to be sat at the same time for the next five minutes anyways.

"So, what's your favorite position?"

This might possibly be the longest five minutes of your life.

Luckily, the guy talked more about himself which helped time run out. He was leaning across the table, as if he was trying to look down the top of your dress which caused you to only lean back into the wooden back of the chair. You also were silently thankful when the waitress brought over your first drink of the evening.

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

"Okay, gentleman, please move one to your left."

The guy across from you let out a groan before pushing himself up. "I'll catch you after tonight," the guy said, winking. "Maybe we can go home together. Or slip into the bathroom for a little fun." You didn't even catch his name nor did you want to.

"It was nice chatting with you," San said next to you. "Good luck this evening!" There is an example of a gentleman.

As he got up to head to the next table, he smiled once more at the girl he was first chatting to. He also took a moment to glance at you, smiling a bit brighter. You felt as if you were going to melt in your seat. You just had to wait 14 more rounds before you got to be alone with San.

The second quickly blended itself until the 10th round. Sure, you loved chatting with the guys, and you could see yourself potentially going on a real first date with one or two. However, the whole time, you kept glancing over at San.

It would cause a twitch in your heart when he laughed at another girl's joke. The further he separated from you, the less you noticed his eyes finding yours. The reality that he could be more interested in someone else was beginning to set in. He could very much land at your table, being the last date of the night, and be exhausted. He could already have his heart set on another which caused you to sigh softly.

"I see you have eyes for someone already."

Looking up, you were greeted by a wide smile. The gentleman in front of you took a seat in front of you, running his hands through his hair to push back his hair. He was wearing an all-black outfit - dress pants that had a white, thin strip running up the side; a black v-neck that showed the silver chain around his neck, and a slightly oversized black sport coat.

"Sorry," you laughed lightly, blushing a bit. You didn't want to give off the wrong impression, especially when this gentleman seemed kind.

"No need to be sorry. Should introduced myself since it sees that you're gawking at my best friend," he said proudly. "My name is Wooyoung, and you are?"

You raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit intrigued. "Y/n." You took a sip out of your cocktail before setting it down on the counter. "You are friends with San?" "Oh, I see you two are on a first-name basis now. When is the wedding?"

Your cheeks got hotter as you took another sip out of your drink, which caused the young man to laugh. "Don't worry, I've seen him checking you out as well." "Stop, you're just saying that," you laughed. "We only met literally 30 minutes ago. There is no way that he is checking me out and I haven't noticed."

Leaning back into his chair, a smug grin curled onto his lips. He had one hand on the table, and the other resting on the back of the chair.

"You have no reason to trust me since I'm a complete stranger. However, I know my best friend. And I can tell you right now that if you look to my right side, you would be able to see San. And I bet he's fuming that his best friend is chatting up the girl he's been eyeing all evening."

You raised an eyebrow at this man's analysis. He looked at you challengingly, egging you on to look over to his right.

Unable to resist, you looked over. Your eyes widened as you noticed San was glancing from his date over to your table. His fists were clenched slightly while he did his best to maintain his composure in front of the woman he was chatting to. Yet, it was as if steam was about to shoot out of his ears.

"See?" Wooyoung said triumphantly. "You've got San wrapped around your pretty little finger, y/n."

Seeing San make eye contact with you, his eyes widened before he quickly looked away. You couldn't help but smile a bit brighter, your confidence starting to rise again. Maybe Wooyoung was right after all.

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

"I'll definitely be seeing you around, y/n. Have a good rest of your evening," Wooyoung announced. He pushed himself up from his seat, about to move to the next table.

One thing you learned about Wooyoung in your short encounter was that he was filled with evil schemes and plots. For example, calling out how you and San kept looking at each other as if nobody could notice. You learned that while San was his best friend, he also liked getting a rise out of him.

Before you could say anything back to him, Wooyoung moved closer to you. He leaned down to press a firm kiss to your cheek, one everyone at the speed-dating event could see. Your eyes widened at his action. What was he thinking?!

People seemed to notice which caused cheers from the guys in attendance while the other women gasped. "Please keep it moving, Romeo," the event host announced. "You'll have enough time to show affection later."

"You'll thank me later," he whispered to you before moving to the seat at the next table.

You felt a bit guilty for not remembering the four guys. They seemed very friendly, having personalities that made it easy to talk to. You guys couldn't describe what on Earth was even said, not when your mind was counting down until you finally got to talk to San.

"You're a great listener, y/n. Too early to ask for your number?" "The host said no exchanging until after."

You looked over to see San standing up straight. You didn't think he did so maliciously, but it was obvious he was annoyed by the guy still sitting down. The guy you just talked to glanced over at you before putting his hands up in surrender and getting up.

Just as quick as the guy stood up, San slid into the seat. He moved the chair in so he could lean slightly over the table. "Do you like knowing your a hot commodity, angel?" He asked softly, a drastic change from how he just spoke.

"I have no idea what you are referring to," you said innocently.

San's hand moved to rest close to yours, his fingertips ghosting over your own. It sent electric shocks throughout your body just be being in close proximity.

"So you don't want to admit that my best friend had you giggling? You couldn't have thought that Wooyoung was seriously that funny. He gets all his best jokes from me!"

You could see San was getting a bit worked up. His chest was puffed up, wanting to present himself as a better option against whoever stood in his way, even if it was his best friend. Little did San know he had no true competition when you've had your eyes on him all evening.

"Actually, I found it adorable how jealous you get. Wooyoung merely pointed out this fact," you said, smirking.

You noticed then San's shoulders slump over a bit. His cheeks were flushed as he stared at you for a moment before looking towards the end of the row where Wooyoung was. Wooyoung, who was watching you two this whole time and offered a wave over to you two.

Sensing that San was getting a bit flustered, you moved your hand to rest on his. This caused his attention to move back to you, a smile curling onto his lips. He glanced down at your hands, eyes flickering to yours. You were not sure what he was looking for, but it became clear once he slipped his fingers in between yours.

And he looks for consent before doing anything? What a jackpot.

"I'll have to admit though. I was also getting jealous. I didn't like seeing you laugh with other girls when it should've been me," you confessed. Sure, you were just as embarrassed owning up to your faults, but you also hoped an ounce of your truth made San feel better.

It seemed to do the trick as his body relaxed. His thumb gently caresses the side of your index finger. You noticed his eyes were not leaving yours whatsoever, unlike before when his eyes would wonder around.

"Well, darlin', we don't need to wait anymore. You've got me all to yourself."

You and San spent the next hour or so chatting. You talked about your childhood, how you both ended up in New York City, and all your favorite things. Every time you talked, San looked at you as if you were made out of gems. He just adored listening to you, finally being sat at the same table with you.

San has always wanted to come to the United States. At first, it was to practice his English. However, he quickly realized that he wanted to learn more about people. He was currently researching graduate programs to study Sociology.

So not only is he kind and physically attractive, but he also was outgoing and intelligent. He was just checking every one of your boxes!

But he also was falling hard for you. He was impressed with how you took a leap into moving to New York City by himself. He was lucky to have Wooyoung whoo made the whole transition easier, so he couldn't imagine taking on the city solo. He admired your courage.

He also wouldn't vocalize it quite yet but he almost felt as if you two were destined to be in the same city.

The two of you didn't even notice that the other participants had left. The guys you had talked to tried staying around to grab your number, fuming at how San seemed to have snatched all your attention. Being the great friend Wooyoung is, he ushered them out so you and San could be uninterrupted.

It was as if Wooyoung was your own Cupid, doing everything in his power to make sure the love connection worked.

"I'm sorry, love birds, but we need to close up for the night."

San and you looked around, not realizing that all the tables had been cleaned and cleared after the event. The room was silent except for the noise of movement in the kitchen.

Looking back at you, he bit his lip. The clogs were stirring in his mind as if he was trying to figure out what to do next. Of course, you two would leave the cocktail bar, but then what? He looked as if he was afraid to say goodbye, and so were you.

"Why don't we walk around the Village? I'm sure we could find a late-night diner that isn't too crowded." "That sounds perfect."

San helped you out of the table before lifting yup your winter coat. He held it out for you, assisting you in slipping your arms through the sleeves. You turned slightly to press a kiss to his cheek, which made San light up like a little kid on Christmas day.

He quickly slipped on his own jacket before going to rest his hand back on your lower back. He nodded his head, both apologizing for overstaying but thanking the host for putting together the event.

She smiled understandingly as she witnessed San escort you back outside. His free hand pushes the front door open for you.

Maybe love did exist in New York City after all.

[austinslounge]

Those pics you posted of them in NYC a few weeks ago, they are just sad to look at. Austin is walking ahead of her. She's trying desperately to hang onto this relationship, You can tell. She's 'chasing' after him so to speak. Not literally (well a little bit) but more figuratively. But the stark difference in just a year is crazy. Even last fall, Austin was still holding her hand and trying to make an effort. Now he's just as you said checked out.

I've always felt that Kaia is way out of her depth when it comes to Austin. The 10 year age gap have become more prominent, especially the last year. I see videos of Austin and just the confidence, dedication, and sex appeal this man displays. I don't feel like a girl like Kaia knows what to do with a MAN like Austin. Because he is a man and she comes off still as an immature teenager.

He really does need someone who's on his level and his age, to be frank. It's was so apparent when he was going press with Jodie. How much more natural their chemistry was together. They were on the same level. Not saying he wants to date Jodie. But a woman like Jodie who exudes confidence, and takes her career seriously.

I really don't know what either of them is waiting for and why they are letting this relationship carry on for so long. It's just sad watching two people who deserve to find happiness (everyone deserves happiness) and choose to be miserable.

Those pics you posted of them in NYC a few weeks ago, they are just sad to look at. Austin is walking ahead of her. She's trying desperately to hang onto this relationship, You can tell. She's 'chasing' after him so to speak. Not literally (well a little bit) but more figuratively.

Girl yes! The coldness in those NYC pics (even the ones before he went to the Indy500 event mind you) was pretty telling. Even Kaia's face looked done lol. 😄

The way Austin is with Kaia is especially weird and odd, considering that we know how much Austin loves to smile, and also considering how Austin is with other women he's been romantically linked with.

Nobody can look at the recent pictures of Austin and Kaia and tell me that they don't see a stark difference between how he is with her (especially lately) and how he's been with other women he's been with.

And you can tell these latter pics were not staged either, because the photos are all grainy lol.

If people can't tell the stark difference between Austin and Kaia and Austin and just about any woman lol, then Idk what else to say. 😅

I've always felt that Kaia is way out of her depth when it comes to Austin. The 10 year age gap have become more prominent, especially the last year. I see videos of Austin and just the confidence, dedication, and sex appeal this man displays. I don't feel like a girl like Kaia knows what to do with a MAN like Austin. Because he is a man and she comes off still as an immature teenager.

Same.

He really does need someone who's on his level and his age, to be frank. It's was so apparent when he was going press with Jodie. How much more natural their chemistry was together. They were on the same level. Not saying he wants to date Jodie. But a woman like Jodie who exudes confidence, and takes her career seriously.

Granted, they were selling a movie, but I agree with you. Jodie seemed way more his speed, the chemistry between them was effortless, and Austin just had more LIFE with her, like he had with those other women I posted above.

I may catch flack for saying this, but I actually think that Austin would do better with an older woman tbh. I recall hearing a while back that he actually has a preference for older women. 🤔 Not sure how true that is, but it would make sense to me. He seems to like confident women.

I really don't know what either of them is waiting for and why they are letting this relationship carry on for so long. It's just sad watching two people who deserve to find happiness (everyone deserves happiness) and choose to be miserable.

I'm honestly not sure either tbh. They both look like they'd be happier with other people tbh. 😂 They are almost giving Ben & JLo vibes before their divorce became public lol.

I'm going to be SO curious to see who each of them date after this, and if we see a very stark difference in how they are with their new partners lol. 👀🤭

[whitemancumslut]

Midnights (H.S)

part one of two

huge mommy kink, scroll if you don’t like. smut, minors i do not rec (MDNI), somnophilia ig, handjob, spitting, titty sucking, mentions of cumming on tits, during NYC Residency (Two Nights Between Night 5 and 6), do not expect accuracy on the actual tour dates!

Overall, Harry was very submissive.

But there would be moments he’d fall into his subspace under certain circumstances. One is if he was without you for so long. When he feels jealous that someone is getting more attention from you, many things could trigger such a vulnerable state for Harry. But right now it’s because this is your first night together since he’s been touring. You’ve been filming in L.A for months and weren’t able to make it to many shows unless it was through social media. You had just arrived in New York missing out on Night 5 of the residency, arriving just a day after.

He’s now hitting his 6th night in NYC and you couldn’t be more proud of him and happy that you get to experience the rest of the shows.

Harry just had a very enticing dream, making his friend make an appearance for the third time in the past 24 hours. When he woke up without being spooned, he whined feeling so cold. Your tight embrace on his waist was no longer there.

"Mommy," He grumbled lowly, palming the hard-on in his shorts. Groaning instantly when he applies the smallest bit of pressure on himself.

He wiggled his way out of the duvet and pouted when he realized you had been so far away from him.

The cool air in the bedroom made the hairs on his bare body stand up. Reaching over, Harry turned on his end table light, just by the push of the button.

He flicked his head over in your direction and there you laid, breathing so gracefully. You looked so pretty. Laying on your back, you’re bra-less with a tank top you threw on after the late night shower. The black and white PINK shorts you were wrapping around your curves so perfectly. Your left arm laid out beside you as you had recently rolled out from the spooning position.

Harry scooted his way over to you, fully shoving the duvet off his body.

The sheets scrunching up the closet he got to your slumped body. Harry laid his palm upon your stomach. Feeling your even breaths, he scratched lightly at your bare skin. "Mommy," He repeated.

You didn’t budge. He rested his body down next to you, pressing a wet kiss on your neck.

His cock twitched against your thigh and he moaned.

You weren’t a deep sleeper, nor were you jet lagged… Well, maybe a little.

Harry’s hand that rested on your stomach led its way up under your tank top. Looking down at the skin that came into view. Speeding up his actions, Harry pulled your shirt up revealing your perky tit.

His tongue twirled around your hardened bud, and is soon placed between his lips. Harry moaned when he began to suck on your nipple and start bucking his hips against you and his clothed cock was bumping against your thigh. "Fuck, Mommy," He whined into your breast. Your eyes flutter open, instantly letting your hand meet the back of his head. Your fingers hugging his tight curls.

"Baby?"

Harry let a soft gasp escape his mouth and instantly disconnected his lips from your nipple. When he heard your angelic voice in his ear, his eyes glistened. "Mommy," He said quietly. "It hurts," He mumbled.

He’s looking up at you, his big doe eyes making it seem as if he was pleading. He hissed to the feeling. The words immediately waking you up. "What hurts, angel? Speak to me," Your voice so gentle it sends butterflies to his tummy.

He doesn’t give you a verbal answer, though you know what it is. He takes your nipple back in his mouth.

Wrapping his fingers around your wrist, he began guiding your hand to his hard. Letting you palm his erection, you let your fingers apply pressure. "Oh, okay. Baby, sit up for a second. Want me to take care of you, hmm? Want Mommy to take care of you?"

He slips your moistened bud out of his mouth, with a soft whimper. "Yes, please." He answered sweetly, sitting up.

Letting you sit up against the head board, "Take your shorts and underwear off for me, Lovie."

He does as you say, taking off those short shorts that you could’ve sworn never showed his bum so much. You watched, admiring the way his large length escapes the barricade of his briefs and slaps against his tummy. The precum leaving a mark just by his belly button.

You called him over doing a ‘come here’ motion with your fingers, inviting him onto your lap.

He submissively crawled into your lap. Harry’s tatted thigh being covered by your hand caressing his thigh as he slid on your lap. He placed his hands on your shoulders.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you slowly moved your hand up to his cock. The thick vein was prominent as you took your thumb and traced it gently. He inhaled deeply when he made eye contact with you.

"Mommy please," He tucked his face into your neck. You tilted your neck so he’d be force to remove his face from it and look at you.

You looked down at his hip bones tense as he began grinding his hips, eager for you began. He looked so pretty, all fucked out before anything even happened.

You took his cock in your hand, wrapping your fingers around it as best as you can. His breath hitched when it finally gained warmth. "G-god." With the same hand, your reached up with your thumb smearing his precum that continued to leak. Running of his slit, his tip pink. He shivers to your touch letting his breath fan your face. Squeezing him gently watching him releasing little by little.

"Want to spit for me, angel?"

His hazy eyes come down to look at himself and his cock that had been in your hand. He prepares the saliva before gathering a good amount enough to let it spill out his mouth and hit directly on his shaft.

"Such a good boy," You praised quietly. His stomach turned at the praise and his toes curled. Resting your free hand on his bare back sliding it down to the side of his hips. Caressing him, soothing his body as he was high up.

He moaned when you began stoking him up and down. "F-fuck," His weight on your shoulders got heavy as he got lost in the moment. "Feel good, angel? What does it feel like? Talk to me and…" You pinched his chin with your free hand making him meet your eyes. "Lemme see your pretty face, eh? How does it feel?"

He pants lightly, his chest rising a bit faster than before, and his eyes fighting the urge to roll back, "Really, really fucking good, Mommy. So fucking good," He slurred out as you continued to stroke him. The hand that rested on his hips, now squeezing his bum making him muffle a low moan, "Mommy, more, more."

You nodded understanding his satisfaction with your touch. Grinning at the man that was totally gone, you looked down at his body. His thigh muscles tight. His tiger looking so sexy from your view as well as the rest of his body. Looking up at his tatted chest, his nipples hard and collarbones becoming more noticeable when he arched his back.

His lips so pretty and pink looking so plumped and swollen. No idea why it was just so hard not to kiss him. "C’mere," You told him wanting to taste him so bad.

He squinted, unable to get over the satisfaction he was getting from your hand. You used your other hand to cup his jaw, initiating a kiss. Harry leans in, out of breath, one curl resting on his forehead, pressing his lips against yours.

Thinking it’d be a quick peck, he pulls away. But you catch him again, pressing your tongue into his mouth as you stroked him faster and harder. He broke the kiss, his lips wrapped around your tongue before he detached his mouth from yours. His mouth forcing itself into an ‘O’ shape. His brows furrowed, mouth agape, moans pitched, so fucking hot.

"Oh my, Mommy. Fuck, yes. Please, I’m so-" He fucks your hand so gentle scared he’ll be crossing a line by trying to get himself in on your work. "F-feel so, so very good. Bloody fuck," He cried out applying pressure on your shoulders. Bucking his hips up, fucking your hand, so close to his climax. The room filling with his tiny gasp and moans.

Knowing he’s close, you jerk him teasingly, leaning in and kissing his cheek. Slowing your hand pumping down, and leading up to his tip pressing with your fingers before continue stroking. "O-oh!" He twitched in your hand and his thighs began to shake gently on top of yours. Continuing to kiss around his face as he continued moving his head back and forth and side to side with his haziness. He was high up.

"So, so close," He alarmed you. "Want to cum on Mommy, angel? Know how you love it. What do you want? Wanna cum on Mommy’s tits?"

[1863-project]

Happy Mallard Day!

Most people in my country will be celebrating tomorrow, July 4th. I’m a bit unusual for an American in that I’m always more excited for July 3rd, because a remarkable feat of engineering history happened that day in 1938 (in multiple senses of the word). Today I’m going to tell the story of a locomotive named for a duck.

(Image: 4468 Mallard, a streamlined 4-6-2 Pacific locomotive, sitting pretty in York, England, United Kingdom. She is painted bright blue with red wheel spokes.)

The story begins well before July 3rd, 1938, of course - mechanical engineer Sir Nigel Gresley was well established in his position as the CME of the London and North Eastern Railway by that date. In 1923, his most famous creation, a 4-6-2 Pacific A1 numbered 4472, took to the rails for the first time. Originally numbered 1472, within a year of running between London to Edinburgh she received her more familiar 4472 after the LNER finally settled on a company-wide numbering scheme - and the name she’d be best known under, Flying Scotsman. She became the company’s flagship locomotive and solidified Gresley’s ability to design Pacifics in the mind of the public.

Her most important contribution to what I’m about to get into the meat of here, though, occurred on November 30th, 1934. On that date, pulling a light testing train behind her, Flying Scotsman hit 100 mph, becoming the first locomotive to hit that speed whilst being officially measured. Other locomotives may have reached 100 mph before, most notably GWR 3700 City of Truro and NYC 999, but this was the first time the speed was officially recorded, and so Scotsman got her name into the record books.

Dating back to the 19th century, railroads in Great Britain competed against each other in what was known as the Race to the North, in which they actively attempted to outdo each other and get passengers from the south, usually London, up to various destinations in Scotland. Nobody ever actually said they were racing, of course, but in retrospect it was pretty obvious what was going on as the railroads introduced faster and faster services. By the 1930s, the railroads had been consolidated into four companies - the Big Four (the Great Western, the Southern, the London, Midland and Scottish, and the heroes of this story, the London and North Eastern). The LMS controlled the West Coast Main Line, and the LNER controlled the East Coast Main Line. (This is important.) In 1927, the LNER started running the named train Flying Scotsman non-stop from London to Edinburgh, utilizing corridor tenders to perform crew changes at speed without stopping. Not to be outdone, the LMS beat them to the punch, running non-stop services between London and Glasgow and London and Edinburgh on their own, and it was officially on. Although speeds were still within a reasonable range at this point, both railroads knew they needed to go faster, and Sir Nigel Gresley looked to Germany.

In Germany, a new streamlined service called the Flying Hamburger had been introduced. This was a diesel train set that ran between Hamburg and Berlin at remarkably high speeds - it had an average speed of 77 mph and could hit around 99-100 mph at its maximum. For regular service, this was impressive, and Gresley wondered if the same could be done using steam power. He knew streamlining was the key, but the LNER knew that the diesels in Germany didn’t have the same passenger capacity as their steam locomotives could pull in carriages, so he needed to get creative. He looked to Bugatti for inspiration; their racecars, in their resplendent blue, were but one thing the car company was working on - they were making streamlined railcars, as well. Gresley took note of their designs, and his new locomotives would eventually pay homage by being colored Bugatti blue.

(Image: a Bugatti Type 54 racecar, painted in a vivid blue.)

By the time Flying Scotsman hit 100 mph in 1934 and another Gresley Pacific locomotive, A3 2750 Papyrus, managed to hit a whopping 108 mph without streamlining, the LNER knew that Gresley was capable of the task, and they allowed him to design a streamlined locomotive. Gresley set to work making improvements to his A3 design, and the first four A4s were born.

(Image: an unidentified A4 Pacific locomotive.)

The A4s were fast, hitting 112 mph on the inaugural run of the Silver Jubilee service between London and Newcastle in 1935. Gresley, of course, was not satisfied - he knew he could still improve his design, and at any rate, his competition over at the LMS was going to be trying to catch him. He went back to the drawing board to make the A4s even better.

As this was going on, the LMS was indeed playing catchup, and they introduced their beautiful Coronation class locomotives, designed to pull the Coronation Scot starting in 1937. The first several of them were streamlined in gorgeous, bright casings, and they caused a stir, taking the British speed record back at 114 mph in an attempt by 6220 Coronation that ended with a sudden braking and a whole lot of kitchenware being flung every which way in the dining car. Engineer/driver T.J. Clark and fireman C. Lewis kept her under control, but the passengers were not amused, and speed records were shelved for the time being...until, once again, Germany entered the fray.

Back in 1936, a German locomotive, the DRG Class 05, set a land speed record for steam, hitting 124.5 mph. Gresley was aware of this and had it in the back of his mind as he improved his A4s. He experimented with giving some of them a Kylchap exhaust system, an innovation developed by French locomotive designer André Chapelon after the work of Finnish engineer Kyösti Kylälä. Chapelon’s work went woefully under-acknowledged, but Gresley paid attention and appreciated his work, and it would pay off. Wind tunnel tests proved a bit frustrating at first until a fortuitous accidental thumbprint helped to move the smoke up and over the locomotive instead of in the crew’s faces, and the stage was set.

4468 Mallard rolled off the line at Doncaster Works on March 3rd, 1938, her name derived from Gresley’s love of breeding waterfowl. Indeed, many of her sibling locomotives were also named for birds, like 4464 Bittern, 4467 Wild Swan, 4902 Seagull, and 4903 Peregrine, but the duck was about to steal the show. Mallard spent the next few months getting used to working and being broken in so she wasn’t brand new, and on the day she turned four months old, it was time to make history.

Mallard’s driver that day was a 61-year-old grandfather named Joe Duddington. As a locomotive engineer, he was experienced and knew how to take calculated risks, and so he’d been assigned to pilot her. With him on the footplate was fireman Tommy Bray and his massive tattooed arms, ready to keep Mallard fed as they drove into the history books. They were performing a “brake test” that day, or so the LNER told most people, passengers included, but Joe and Tommy knew what was actually going on. In the cab with them was an LNER official, Inspector Jenkins, and attached to the train behind the tender was a dynamometer car, there to record Mallard’s speed throughout her run. Since this was an alleged “brake test” the dynamometer car didn’t raise any eyebrows right away. Gresley himself unfortunately wasn’t in the best health that day and was unable to be present himself, but there were enough LNER officials on hand to see to it that everything ran smoothly. Mallard was fitted with a stink bomb of sorts of aniseed in case the big end bearing for the middle of her three cylinders overheated, as the A4s had previously had difficulty with this, and she set out heading northwards. The return trip was where everything was going to get serious.

Upon turning around to return south to King’s Cross, passengers were finally informed of what was going to happen and were given the opportunity to disembark and take another train if they were worried, especially given what had happened during the LMS record attempt a year prior. Everyone agreed to stay on board. Joe Duddington turned his hat backwards, a reference to George Formby’s character in the film No Limit, and opened the throttle.

Mallard slid back onto the main line, headed towards Grantham, where the speed-up was to begin. Unfortunately, work on the track limited her to only 15 mph at this stage, and Joe Duddington got her through the Grantham station at only 24 mph instead of the 60-70 mph she should have been at. Nevertheless, she began to build up more and more speed as she climbed up Stoke Bank, and Duddington had her at a solid 85 mph at the summit.

“Once over the top, I gave Mallard her head, and she just jumped to it like a live thing,” Duddington recounted later in an interview. Her speed rapidly increased, and she was soon hitting 110 mph, at which point he told her, “Go on, old girl, we can do better than this!” Mallard responded, and by the time she was flying through a village called Little Bytham, a blur of blue paint and pumping rods and flying ash, she had well exceeded the LMS record and was even with the German DRG Class 05. The needle in the dynamometer car tipped up higher and higher and surpassed the Class 05 by slipping up to 125 mph...then, for about a quarter of a mile, reached even higher, at 126 mph. She’d done it.

Mallard had to slow down soon after because of a junction, but Joe Duddington and Tommy Bray were sure she could have gone faster had they not had to slow for construction - they believed she was capable of 130. The big end bearing did overheat, and Mallard was detached from the train at Peterborough and brought back to Doncaster to be fixed up, but not before one of the most famous photos in railroad history was taken:

(Image: the crew poses in front of Mallard, a 4-6-2 Pacific locomotive numbered 4468, immediately after setting the speed record. L-R: Tommy Bray [fireman], Joe Duddington [driver/engineer], Inspector Jenkins, Henry Croucher [guard/conductor]. Joe Duddington has turned his hat around to face the correct way again after having it on backwards during the record run. Photo credit: National Railway Museum.)

Joe Duddington actually stayed on a bit past his retirement age to help free up soldiers for the war effort. When he finally retired, on his final day of work, he drove Mallard one last time.

Sir Nigel Gresley himself never accepted the brief stint at 126 mph, instead saying his locomotive set the speed record at 125 mph. But history has accepted the 126 mph as the true top speed, given that Mallard was possibly capable of even more, and today she has plaques on her streamlined cladding to commemorate her feat. A second record attempt was planned to see if she could go even faster, but World War II broke out and the idea was scrapped.

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Tommy Bray eventually got on the throttle himself, fulfilling his own dreams. Both men are honored in a cemetery in Doncaster with a new memorial headstone for Duddington featuring Mallard on it.

As for Mallard herself, she continued working until April 25th, 1963, at which point she’d clocked nearly a million and a half miles in service. She was pulled for preservation for obvious reasons, and today she lives at the National Railway Museum in York, along with her dynamometer car that recorded her history-setting run. Five of her A4 siblings also survive, and a few of them are operational to this day, including the one named for her designer, Sir Nigel Gresley. Of all of his ‘birds,’ the one that flew fastest was the humble duck.

For more on Mallard and her creator Gresley, here are a few resources:

Mallard: How the Blue Streak Broke the World Speed Record by Don Hale is a great book on the subject that I enjoyed thoroughly. It does have a Kindle edition if you’d prefer an ebook variation, as well, and most major book retailers carry it on their websites.

The National Railway Museum, Mallard’s retirement home, has a 3D experience/ride of sorts that simulates what it was like to be running with her that day, the video of which is online here. Note the music, which mirrors her three cylinders pumping away. The video isn’t able to be embedded, but you can watch it here. There’s also a child-friendly version, too.

Lastly, the appropriately named prog rock band Big Big Train did a song about Mallard called East Coast Racer, which regularly moves me to tears because this locomotive means so much to me and they tell her story so lovingly.

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I actually recommend checking out the live version, too, because they show the photo of the crew at the end and every single time I start sobbing.

If you want to visit the old girl herself, she’s at the National Railway Museum in York in the UK, and they have a ton of amazing resources and incredible locomotives and rolling stock in their collection. I’d highly recommend checking them out if you can!

Happy Mallard Day, everyone. Fly far, fly fast, make history.

[maggie32432]

Firelight (Rafael Barba Imagine)

Third POV

"What the hell were you thinking?" Rafael says, marching alongside you after a long long day trying to catch a predator and possibly putting yourself in harms way to get the creep to incriminate himself. "I was thinking that I'm a detective and can easily and willingly use myself as bait when the situation arises," You say defensively, "Olivia said it was fine," You reassure and he sighs to himself,

"When you do things like this it makes it harder for me to do my job!" He exclaims as you both approach his apartment front door, "So why did you invite me over to your place then?" You ask, dusting the snow off of your coat, as he unlocks the door to his large home.

"Because now after you did this I need to prepare you for what they could ask you on the stand tomorrow!" He exclaims "I've been on the stand before, Barba,"

He mumbles something in Spanish to himself before allowing both of you inside the apartment. He immediately goes to the bar cart to pour a drink and you slide your coat off your shoulders, happy to be out of the New York City snowstorm.

"Besides, with this storm I guarantee the trial date is going to have to be pushed back. No way these roads will be clear by morning," "Great. So another day the man who tried to rape you will spend another day not facing punishment,"

"Is that what this is about? You're mad that he tried to go after me," "He didn't 'go after you', Y/N, he had you pinned against the wall and said what he wanted to do to you. I had to hear all of that," "You're not mad because I made the case harder for you. You're mad because I was in danger," You say, voice softer now as Rafael bites his cheek, looking out the window.

"Rafa," You say softly, sitting on the couch next to him. "Olivia said something to me today. It's had me thinking a lot," "Well tell me. You know you can tell me anything," You say, feeling his warmth now that you're sitting so close.

"It was nothing. I assume you're right about the case, but you should still stay here," "Hm?" You ask, trying to not focus too much on the fact that he completely changed the subject. "The snow storm is forecasted to make the roads dangerous. Stay here with me," He says and you feel your heart melt.

The light in the apartment is dim. The only light flickers from the gas fireplace that Rafael clicked on when you both came in. He swirls his drink in his hand as you sit inches away from him, both listening to the crackling of the fire.

The lights of NYC light up the windows as snow falls at a fast speed. "You asked me here because you wanted to be with me and know I'm safe," You whisper and he bites his lip, and your heart begins to race.

"Rafa," You say, inching closer to him and he shifts in his seat, "Olivia said that-well she asked if this case is going to be too personal for me because it involves you," "Wait what?" You ask, stomach now doing flips, "She thought that I was too close to this case because it involves you,"

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch Rafael, your best friend in this whole world, put his drink down on the coffee table. This is not nearly the first time you've been here to talk about cases or just spend time with each other, but it's always been just that...nothing more than just friends.

"That makes sense. She knows we're good friends," "No. That's not it and you know it," He says, now looking you in the eyes as you fiddle with your fingers. "me has embrujado" he whispers to himself before glancing back up at you. "She was right, Y/N. I don't know how to win this case without wanting to rip this guy apart with my bare hands," Rafael says, and without another word, you put both hands on the sides of his face and kiss him gently.

He smiles into the kiss before placing a hand on the side of your head, "How long have you felt this way?" "Since the moment I met you," He says before kissing you again, laying you back down against the soft couch, letting the firelight illuminate each other's features.

The kiss deepens and you begin to undo his tie, "You sure?" "Rafa...please," You whisper and he smiles before he kisses your neck...leading to a night that you'd never ever forget.

[anonymoushouseplantfan]

”Maybe because the "2 hr high speed chase in midtown Manhattan" was too outlandish?” I think this might be why the Diana cosplay feels so obvious now. It’s not like M wearing outfits very similar to what Diana wore and even posing like her, allegedly wearing the same perfume on her first date with Harry, or wearing her watch. They/she actually tried to recreate her death scenario which is so disturbing, morbid, and effed up. The whole “chase” thing in NYC was only not believable it also highlights their/her obsession with Diana even more. The “chase” was just too coincidental to happen almost the exact same way and they/she didn’t expect to be called out on her lies. I agree with another anon, Harry wasn’t supposed to be there but this scenario was still supposed to happen to set up her divorce narrative. Harry’s a fool but, I don’t think he deserves this. His wife tried to recreate his mother’s death to set up her leaving him and trigger some sort of mental breakdown? It’s a horrible thing to do, even to him.

It's bizarre. It was weird when they did it during the documentary and it's even crazier now.

[buriedhome]

lee  si-young.  41.  cis  woman.  she/her.  ┊┊  cerberus  corp  has  been  watching KANG  ARA.   some  of  the  public  has  dubbed  them NOWHERE because  of UNBREAKABLE  SKIN gifted  by BEING SHOT  ON  DUTY.  having  been  an  extra  ordinary  since 2017,  they’re  doing  a  good  job  at  hiding  GENERAL  LACK  OF  SENSATION,  LACK  OF  EMPATHY when  they  aren’t  working  their  day  job  as  a GUN  FOR  HIRE,  they  are  fond  of GARDENING and  are  never  seen  without PICTURE  OF  HER  DAUGHTER,  KEPT  IN  HER  WALLET.  at  first  glance  they  seem FOCUSED  &  STEADFAST,  though  their  close  friends  know  them  to  also  be TACITURN  &  FRIGID.   they  consider  themself  a  ANTI-HERO.  ┊┊  beanie.  she/they.  25.  gmt+1.

001.   GENERAL

name  kang  ara nicknames  nowhere age  41 date  of  birth   09  /  07  /  1982 zodiac  virgo place  of  birth   el  paso,  texas current  residence   hell's  kitchen,  nyc gender  cis  woman pronouns  she  /  her sexuality  bisexual occupation   gun  for  hire

faceclaim  lee  si-young height  5'6 tattoos  tbd piercings  earlobes distinguishing  features  scarring  in  many  places,  but  the  main  &  most  noticeable  area  of  damage  is  her  back.  three  rounded  marks,  three  bullets.  the  last  one  grazed  her  scalp,  left  another  scar,  but  it  isn't  visible  through  all  of  her  hair.  mole  in  her  right  eye. positive  traits  decisive,  intuitive,  logical,  modest,  organized,  practical,  principled negative  traits  apathetic,  cynical,  dogmatic,  irritable,  mechanical,  strong-willed,  paranoid labels  /  tropes  affably  evil,  ambiguously  trained,  beserk  button,  code  of  honour,  deadpan  snarker,  do  wrong  right,  beware  the  quiet  ones. likes  gardening,  plants,  quiet,  gambling,  transparency,  guns,  violence  with  a  purpose dislikes  weakness,  indecisiveness,  vagueness,  talking,  going  to  the  movies,  engaging  in  activities  that  she'd  deem  'pointless' fears  corruption,  loss hobbies  gardening,  weight  lifting,  boxing,  gambling habits  pacing,  jaw  clenching,  squinting

002.   EXTRA  ORDINARY

  near  death  experience…   ex-detective,  she'd  been  in  the  force  for  approx.  15  by  the  time  the  event  took  place.  everybody  in  that  building,  everyone  on  the  streets  had  heard  rumors  about  the  corruption  running  rampant  within  her  precinct.  she  saw  it  first-hand  five  years  into  the  job,  a  group  of  her  colleagues  in  the  local  bar,  talking  about  taking  bribes  and  destroying  evidence  like  it  was  nothing  but  an  easy  way  to  earn  money.  two  out  of  the  three  got  caught  without  any  involvement  on  ara's  part,  but  the  third  one  slipped  by  the  radar  somehow.

  derek  martin,  assigned  to  be  her  partner  one  year  after  his  coconspirators  where  caught.  vengeful  and  justice  seeking  as  she  was,  ara  took  the  opportunity  to  collect  evidence,  record  his  voice  detailing  his  previous  crimes  and  offering  to  cut  her  in.  she  was  meticulous,  careful,  but  a  mistake  was  made  and  he  discovered  her  plans.

  the  shooting  happened  three  weeks  later.  four  bullets  discharged  by  her  partner  into  her  back.

  power…   unbreakable  skin  --  no  bullet,  knife  or  weapon  of  any  kind  can  penetrate  or  pierce  ara's  flesh.  likewise,  the  heat  of  fire  can  be  felt  but  leaves  no  burn  behind.  she's  still,  however,  susceptible  to  fall  damage,  anything  that  can  be  inhaled  or  swallowed,  etc.  she  can  still  break  bones,  and  they  heal  in  the  same  speed  as  any  non-powered  person.

  drawbacks  /  vulnerabilities…   when  the  power  first  came,  it  felt  like  a  layer  of  rigid  plastic  beneath  her  skin  and  it  was  felt  to  such  a  degree  that  her  mobility  was  affected.  likewise,  she  struggled  to  move  her  mouth,  to  blink.  that  eventually  passed,  the  worst  of  it  anyway,  but  she  still  lacks  sensation.  any  light  touch  cannot  be  felt.

  the  second  thing  is  that,  for  whatever  reason,  her  empathy  was  affected.  she  was  never  a  soft-hearted  person,  but  even  less  so  now,  leading  to  a  general  disinterest  in  the  concerns  of  other  people  --  even  her  own  daughter.

  cerberus  corp…   n/a

  codename…   the  name  was  chosen,  by  ara,  when  she  took  on  her  first  gun  for  hire  /  mercenary  job.  obviously,  she  couldn't  introduce  herself  by  her  real  name,  and  she  didn't  care  enough  to  think  of  something  particularly  unique  or  directly  related  to  her  power.  nowhere  works,  and  it  fits,  given  that  she  tends  to  float  beneath  the  radar,  so  to  speak.

[deadbrokerek]

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[destinyc1020]

A couple of times you have mentioned that you were surprised that JE and Olivia had lasted 2 years. Based on gossip sites over the last couple of years, is that they were off and on. More off because that is what he wanted. There were lots of sightings of him at events where he was really flirty or hitting on someone. My opinion and this is just my opinion, he is a clout chaser. I think he tried to find another higher profile girlfriend, but just could not. So his 'hook-up' is now a more serious girlfriend. Funny thing is no one really seems to care, as far as entertainment sites are concerned. On a side note, I never thought that he was really that in to Zendaya. I just did not think that her truly understood her, but once a again , just my opinion.

A couple of times you have mentioned that you were surprised that JE and Olivia had lasted 2 years. Based on gossip sites over the last couple of years, is that they were off and on. More off because that is what he wanted.

Oh I didn't know that they were off and on.

I usually don't follow them all that closely tbh, but thnx for this insight that they've been off and on. Didn't know that.

There were lots of sightings of him at events where he was really flirty or hitting on someone.

I wouldn't be surprised.... He was doing that stuff while he was dating Z too. 😒 I always gave him the side eye for that. It was embarrassing! I know for a FACT that he was being flirty with Kaia while he was dating Zendaya.🙁 There's actual footage and evidence that I've posted on my blog. That's why many of us in the fandom weren't even shocked at all when he and Kaia were spotted together for the first time in Sept back when he finally flew back to LA from Australia for the first time since covid. 🙄

My opinion and this is just my opinion, he is a clout chaser. I think he tried to find another higher profile girlfriend, but just could not. So his 'hook-up' is now a more serious girlfriend.

I've heard a lot of ppl say that.

Funny thing is no one really seems to care, as far as entertainment sites are concerned.

They're not really all that interesting tbh. 🤷🏾‍♀️ I think he's gonna need a really big role, or one that endears him to more people for the media (or even the general public) to really care about his rlshps like that. When he was with Kaia, he got spotted all the time... but she has ppl papping her just for breathing rofl, so it's no surprise that any guy who dates her is gonna get papped a lot while with her. 🤭

On a side note, I never thought that he was really that in to Zendaya. I just did not think that her truly understood her, but once a again , just my opinion.

This was actually one of my biggest reasons why I didn't like him!! 🤨

This is THEE Zendaya you're dating. You're lucky she's even giving you the time of day when she just broke up with her super-famous millionaire boyfriend Tom. Rofl 🤣 JE was a HUGE step down for her... just in terms of stats imo lol 😆

He just always seemed checked out or going through the motions when he was dating Zendaya. Kaia seemed more his speed no offense. Their rlshp was off too (don't get me wrong), but at least I saw more pics of them being like a normal couple lol.

I'm like, how can you go from Tom Holland (who was so in love with you) to this dude who doesn't even have the decency to look up from his phone when he's with you most of the time? 🥴

Even the pics where she's laughing in NYC... She's like: 🤣😂

And He's like: 😐

It just seemed ODD to me 🥴 Their energy was so off to me. And he looked pissed off most of the time.

Everything about their rlshp seemed off to me. I'm sure he and Z had lots in common, but I never got "warm", "romantic" vibes from them at all. 🥴 It was just strange girl lol. 😅

I'm sure they had fun together and stuff, and maybe at one point Z thought she loved him lol, but they were definitely BOTH rebounding with each other, so it wasn't gonna last. Not when you have so much unfinished business with your ex. Jmho 🤷🏾‍♀️

[hoederers]

AGENT HOEDERER / IRENA ZELLMAN

constance zimmer. fifty. cis woman. she/her. ┊┊ irena zellman, better known as agent hoederer has been with cerberus corp as an eo since 2023 and is LEVEL III. A HIT AND RUN has gifted them seismokinesis, though POOR CONTROL/REACTIONARY, FAINTING AND BLEEDING has also been noted. when they aren’t protecting the tri-state area, they are fond of attending the opera and are never seen without HER 24-CARAT GOLD RING ON HER RIGHT INDEX FINGER. civilians think they are humorous & determined, but some of the other agents see them as ABRASIVE & DECEITFUL. cerberus corp should consider the fact that their last mission status was complete but with her unconcious when giving out the next one. ┊┊

001.  GENERAL

name  irena heidi zellman (ee-ray-na) nicknames  none, nickname at your own risk. age  fifty date of birth  may 04, 1973 zodiac  taurus place of birth  seattle, washington current residence  manhattan, nyc gender  cis woman pronouns  she/her sexuality  bisexual occupation  conductor (former) & composer

faceclaim  constance zimmer height  5'1 tattoos  none piercings  ears distinguishing features  scar on her top lip positive traits  humorous, perceptive, quick-witted, creative, resourceful negative traits  judgemental, narcissistic, abrasive, snobbish, reserved labels / tropes  entj likes  wine, classical music, rock/heavy metal music, moxing gold and silver jewelry, coffee, high waisted pants, tailored blazers dislikes  nosy people, time wasters, plants that aren't plastic, wearing shorts/short skirts or dresses fears  death, people in masks, heatwaves, the smell of vanilla hobbies  reading french literature and plays, going to the opera, attending concerts habits  picking at the skin beside her nails, pressing her top lip into her nose, smiling when delivering a lie, running her fingers through her hair, wearing her sunglasses on her head and even at night.

002.  EXTRA ORDINARY

near death experience… 

it was after an orchestra rehearsal. irena can't remember if it was her fault for not looking before crossing the road - she can't remember if she looked or not. a car was speeding, going way too fast. she was always afraid of dying, especially before she'd successfully become an egot. the car that hit her quickly drove off afterwards - they left her to die. she just couldn't go that way. it felt like she failed at everything: relationships, upkeeping a family - it felt like her teenage daughter hated her, not hitting her career goals... there was a lot of impact, something had knocked into her and the revving from the engine as they drove away would have been able to be felt if she wasn't in such a state of both mental and physical shock. her power projects outwards but also comes from within, reflecting her experience. she was briefly 'visited' by a member of ceberus corp but there was no reason to believe she was an extra ordinary - perhaps just a very lucky person. still, they would continue to monitor her in the months following.

power… 

it all happened at the beginning of this year. irena's power didn't manifest straight away, mostly because she felt so numb to it all. it started to show when she was experiencing flashbacks of the incident. it started off minute, her hearing warping somehow before she'd pass out she was dampening sound, that was the first sign everyone seemed to miss. it all spiralled from there. the 'shaking' of liquids around her when upset. she was always good at masking emotions but the change within her made it somehow noticeable. breathing eased it. without even realising it, irena was controlling her newly found ability without realising it until she wasn't. there is a potential to be able to bring down buildings but that is dangerous considering she's so new to her ability but also because agents are meant to protect the city, not destroy it. her power is naturally destructive. a child stepped out into traffic and it caused her to stand out into the road, shielding the child and then putting her hand out - it was a risky test and the highly pressured situation made her lose complete control. vibrations not only acted as a shield but quickly crushed the approaching car and driver, the road cracking in the direction the car had been, as an earthquake transpired. the child was unscathed, irena was unconscious - the corp located her before anyone else could. there was now a fatality on her hands. stress lessens her control over it and as conducting is very physical she was advised not to try it until gaining better control - she agreed to this almost immediately and resigned that post.

drawbacks / vulnerabilities… 

her awareness certainly hasn't helped her ability to control it, if anything the stress of it being known to her has made it worse. irena herself is vulnerable if it's triggered, not so much on a small vibration scale but anything more than accidentally breaking a drinking glass makes her bleed from her nose, bruises also appearing on her body as she's not immune to the vibrations herself. in cases of severe stress and/or when a lot of strength has been put into using her ability, it renders irena unconscious.

cerberus corp… 

irena was recruited but initially wanted to hide from cerberus corp. she didn't believe she had an ability and was more than happy keeping it that way. deep down, she doesn't really want to be a 'hero' for anything or anyone but will feign it because she wants to be able to control it. the fact of the matter is that she can't go back to her normal life without mastering that and considering she has no one to teach her, she accepted the offer to join. irena is very much still a rookie and that frustrates her. she's older, she's used to success- the woman has an academy award from composing... she wants to be able to climb up to ranks but that's not something that can be faked seen as her own ability has a very visible physical toll on her. there is a lot of frustration, she does not want to be a level iii. she's powerful on missions but then needs another to pull her out, if required. that doesn't make her much of a team player as she very much keeps to herself and would not currently do the same for anyone else unless it benefited her - the woman's treating it like a game and that's dangerous. although powerful, she's currently too much of a liability. her tactics and planning, however, is excellent, it's just her execution where she struggles. emotions and physicality trigger things from her and while her 'accident' is still fresh in her mind, it's not a good idea for her to be conducting. irena is still working on scores but had to replace her equipment after she damaged it losing control.

codename… 

irena chose the name. it's a character name from the french playwrite, jean-paul sartre's les mains sales (dirty hands), a pragmatic political leader. she's quite pretentious like that and has a very high regard for herself so it doesn't match her power at all. perhaps it gives her away that she doesn't have any intention of becoming a hero that protects the city.

003.  EXTRA

tba!

[thenewwei]

The New Wei Literary & Artistic Salon

The New Wei Literary & Artistic Salon is a regular gathering of dynamic NYC writers and multifarious artists with the goal of socialization, exchanging ideas and forging collaborations.

NYC has plenty of open mics, writing workshops, theatrical performances, speed dating events, art galleries etc. etc.--we have less actual places where established and developing writers and artists can meet, socialize, bond, understand their creative practices and ultimately create new aesthetics and collective enterprises through collaborations, aided by hosts dedicated to bringing writers and artists together.

The first meeting will be held on Tuesday March 28th 7pm-9pm at Pando 39, 54 W 39th Street in midtown Manhattan, in the style of an informal dinner including mingling, icebreakers and Human Library "checkout sessions."

The Salon has no charge but we do ask that participants pay their fair share for appetizers ordered for the group, and encourage them to order drinks and entrees to be paid individually.

The Salon is open to all but please RSVP to Tejas Desai at thenewwei@gmail.com by Tuesday March 21st with names and number of people attending.

Hosts: 

Tejas Desai created The New Wei literary movement in 2012 to promote independent, provocative and significant narrative artists.  He is the author of the international crime trilogy The Brotherhood Chronicle which has won 15 literary honors and includes Amazon #1 bestsellers, plus the controversial and acclaimed short story collection Good Americans (The Human Tragedy, Vol. 1). He has performed or planned literary collaborations with musicians, filmmakers and dancers. He is also a librarian, manager, publisher, journalist, critic, amateur actor and international adventurer. He has no pets--yet.

Kacper Jarecki is a Principal Library Manager, voracious reader and cultural consumer. He is the author of the subversive Blue Rainbow Sprinkle novels and director of the cult classic film Eeeee eee eee. He wears blue--a lot.

Vijay Ramanathan (He/Him) is the Head Librarian of Kristine Mann Library, a cozy, esoteric, spiritual psychology library that is in the lineage of the 20th Century historical figure Carl Jung. He is currently studying at Naropa University to receive his Masters in Clinical Mental Health Counseling. Vijay is a published poet and for almost five years he worked on the podcast The Truth to Power Show that streamed live and is archived on Radio Free Brooklyn's app and website. Vijay seeks to empower others to authentically express their creativity.

[majaloveschris]

I know many people elsewhere want to be dismissive of the videos and say well it’s just a few seconds or minutes, but if a significant other can’t show you not even a second of affection in body language or just energy……that’s very telling.

See I believed the relationship thing and went, welp now we know. Had that girl on Twitter who filmed them in the park not happened, I would’ve believed this “relationship”from the pap pics alone And that they were possibly just adding PR but that these two were a legit couple.

The problem or many is that the pap videos from that girl and her mom, showed a very simple truth. Alba and a Chris were photographed by his pap friend or person that he’s used before, right? Well the same time this was going on we have live video EVIDENCE of these two speed walking during the actual shot and guess what….a street performer happens to be singing in the background….yes my ears are excellent. 😊

The song being played is Pink Floyd “Wish you were here”, he was singing the SECOND verse in the first video. In the second pap video of them walking up the stairs NOT holding hands, the song is still playing and it’s the THIRD verse. Now unless the street performer was singing the same song multiple times, this tells me these two could not even hold hands for the duration of a freaking song regardless if they were knowingly being photographed. You would think they would’ve been more relaxed or just talking or whatever after they were sure the pap got his shots, but these two just dropped hands and Chris was walking a sec ahead of her with his hand in his pocket. He loves putting his hand in his freaking pocket.

Now this Disney video…..no hands in his pocket, yay…..but her trying to “caress” his back after he bends over to pick something up, didn’t hit the way she wanted it to. Looked like an nurse intern trying to make sure her old patient didn’t hurt himself standing back up. Maybe I’m reaching, they could be legit and we’re all just projecting 😒🙄 but this is just my observation. I date guys who actually value and appreciate me, so what the hell do I know. 🤗

I'm still on the side of this not being real. We've seen him out with his previous girlfriends, and he was totally different. 

He picked up the cap of her bottle. I guess they wanted the video to seem more natural, but he didn't seem to like when she touched her back. 

I didn't realize what you said about the NYC video, so thanks for the info. 

[bitofthisandthat]

VERSE META || Hiroshi VS. Asami's Choice

[ R/OTT/MNT Verse ]

Shortly after Hiroshi learns that Asami has befriended the turtles, he puts up a false face and acts as if he's fine with it, noting they do a lot of good for the city, even complimenting Donnie's work as "promising." He even praises them all and thanks them for helping out his daughter. He pretends to be fine with them, telling them to their faces that after the invasion, and other strange, supernatural attacks on the city over the past few years, he doesn't find it odd to meet them. And he's not REALLY lying, he does mean some of it.

But he still doesn't want her associating too closely with them for many reasons...

One is snobbish: he feels she has certain obligations because of who she is, where she's going in life and has to keep up certain appearances as a Sato. She can't be SEEN too often with Mutants. One is fearful: they could endanger her life by how THEY live and who they attract into their lives; ( ignoring he already knows his daughter is an adrenaline junkie and fighter in her own right ) One is personal: no one going to take his daughter away from him. And last, one is practical: He is involved with some shady, dark associates and doings, and he doesn't want crime-busting vigilantes crossing his path. He's not so arrogant that he doesn't see how they saved the city and the world from powerful forces. He knows his crime ring would be on their list.

SO. Hiroshi starts his own plan on fixing up his heiress with eligible ( Japanese ) bachelors around her age, ones that are rising stars in the business sector of his company. IE: He will have a fancy dinner at their home on the UE Side, and among the familiar faces of board members, oh look! There's this well-dressed, well groomed guy placed next to or adjacent to Asami.

Asami always catches on immediately, and although she's her typical proper, polite self among her dad's colleges and the thorofare, she spurns all the "gentleman's" advances and excuses herself from every encounter her dad sets up.

Asami will sneak out at any length to get away, as far as climbing out of bathroom windows and speeding away in either her motorcycle or switching multiple cabs to get away from the scene.

She doesn't tell Leo about ANY of this for a time, because she doesn't want him getting paranoid or hurt, and she's loyal to him, anyway.

Eventually, this game wears thin and she gets into a big fight with Hiroshi, outing that she is actually dating one of her friends--Leo. Hiroshi doesn't take it well...( Like the canon L/oK storyline ) Hiroshi is in with some BAD people, only in modern day NYC, it's more like he's planning his own criminal empire.

This will spurn her gathering her belongings and leaving, and the rift is set.

Hiroshi doesn't cut her off financially for a time, because he wants to coax her back to him and away from the turtles and their crime fighting, but she remains loyal to them, to Leo.

Her relationship is very rocky with Hiroshi for a time, and just as in original canon, he does end up finally "stopped" and incarcerated...

NB: It's important to note as bad as Hiroshi comes off, just as in canon, Asami has very complicated feelings about her dad. He still loves her, never forget that. But the gang has their hands full keeping her stable after all this betrayal. She is very stubborn about x'ing her dad out, but she still has moments where she waivers. She stays with/near the boys ( & company ) instead, as she's already imprinted on them as her real family....And grafts herself to Leo after all this.

@reanimatedmuses

[downrightsugoi]

A time-honored tradition, please take me and @crestfraldarius’ Zexal/Sharkbait shitpost headcanons we made over our weekend together:

-In addition to Edgar Degas the papillon, Ryouga also has a corgi named Archibald

-Thomas and Ryouga frequently hot box together in one of the Kamishiro’s fancy bathrooms. Thomas also may have had a cocaine problem.

-Kaito and Rio are dating. But they can still fuck other people (specifically Kaito and Chris and maybe Mizael)

-Yuuma is still an idiot. A lovable idiot. Ryouga loves him so much

-One night Ryouga asks Yuuma to degrade him but Yuuma always KATTOBINGUs things and goes a bit too far

“C’mon I can handle it. Make me feel like shit c’mon.”

“UH…. BESIDES ME, WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME SOMEONE SMILED WHEN YOU ENTERED A ROOM?”

“…………….🥺”

“SHARK BAE NO-I DIDNT MEAN IT-“

-Ryouga says Yuuma can go anywhere to eat for his birthday. He will rent out the entire place. Michelin level restaurant. Paris. NYC. LA. Wherever. Yuuma chooses Olive Garden. (The marinara sauce is a bit too spicy for Kaito’s palette tho)

-Kaito and Ryouga are always at each other’s throats. But they are best friends (don’t tell anyone tho).

-At weekly dinner with Kaito, Ryouga, Yuuma, and Rio - Y: HEY SHARK WHAT’S AN ANAL PROLAPSE?

-Yuuma can hike 20 miles up hill and not break a sweat. He cannot handle walking three miles in a major city.

-Every now and then, Yuuma actually pronounces a high end brand or ~fancy~ food correctly. Ryouga is weak.

-Ryouga and Rio are mixed. Their mother is French. Ryouga’s “English” name is, of course, Reginald.

-Yuuma breaks out “Reginald” only in severe cases. Otherwise he’s “Shark” 99% of the time.

Y: wait what’s Rio’s English name?

R: ……Rio. It’s easy since it’s a western name.

Y: oh like the city in Brazil?

R: Ugh Yuuma no Rio’s isn’t located in-…..wait, you said Brazil? That’s……correct. Wow.

Y: I saw the movie! Did you know there are only two blue macaws left in the wild?

R: *taking off pants* god I love you

-Picture the “so no head?” Vine but with Ryouga and ripping a multi-million dollar donation to a zoo/aquarium when one of his favorite sharks is off display

-Ryouga has a 12 step Korean skin care routine. Yuuma washes his face with Dawn dish soap

@crestfraldarius please reblog ones I forgot I know we have more

I REMEMBER MORE EDIT:

-Ryouga rolls his joints with gold leaf. Just because. He also has a Mexican drug kingpin on speed dial. Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to

-Kaito has to be a chaperone when middle school Yuuma and Ryouga go to the mall for a date because they need an adult after 6pm. Kaito gets sick of Ryouga being nervous to make a move and calls him out on it frequently (“HOLD HIS FUCKIN HAND, RYOUGA” “Listen here you teeny bopper twink I am going to go to the bathroom and if you don’t KISS HIM by the time I get back I will show the world your self insert fanfic collection.”)

[noahxstjames]

𝐍𝐎𝐀𝐇 𝐒𝐓. 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

full name: Noah “Saint” St. James

gender & pronouns: Cisman & he/his

age & date of birth: 28 July 13, 1994

where do they live: Downtown

time living in lockwood springs: 14 years

occupation: NHL Player (Medical Leave) + Part time snowboard instructor

positive traits: athletic, deliberate, suave

negative traits: caustic, competitive,  inconsiderate, self-absorbed,

face claim: Jacob Elordi

inspo: pinterest

twin to: @hazelstjames / cousin to: @frankie-ackerman & @ezraackerman

FULL BIO HERE

OVERVIEW 

(death tw, murder tw, grief tw, anger tw, bullying tw)

Grew up to tech mogul parents who were killed when he was 12.

He and his sister went to live their grandma but between grief and old age she died within 2 years.

Sad times bad times mad times, Noah and his sister are relocated to an estranged aunt on their mom’s side in Lockwood Springs, living with cousins Frankie and Ezra, though Frankie was already off by the time they moved in. 

Now 14, he starts HS and is a bit of a bully as he deals with grief and change 

Vvv athletic, it makes him popular and he plays a bunch of sports before rediscovering his passion for ice hockey (he’d played as a kid in ny)

Goes to Minnesota for college/hockey before getting into the NHL

in 2018 his ex gf @lily-dupont​ is involved in a scandal and bad press rubs off on him/he doesn’t get resigned

gets signed 6 months later and keeps on his best behavior until an injury keeps him from the 2022/2023 season.

back in lockwood and on the mend, doing ots of pt and part time snowboard instructor (volunteer) 

HEADCANONS

The St. James’ company went public in 2017, with Noah and his sister having large shares

In HS he did football, swim team and ice hockey before switching to ice hockey as his focus but he also ended up spending a lot of time climbing and enjoys speed climbing.

Has tattoos of his parents death date and his grandmas

Great at pop culture reference – you definitely want him on your team at trivia night 

Friends call him Saint and in hs all his unofficial player gear said Saint 

CONNECTIONS

NYC childhood friends he stayed in contact with

NYC childhood friends he lost contact with

People he bullied in HS (circa 2008 – 2012)

Old football teammates / swim teammates / hockey teammates / rock climbing friends

Someone with an unrequited HS crush on him

Unexpected friendship from HS that lasted (since he’s a jerky jock ya know)

Hookups / One Night Stands (he’s bi so come one come all)

[weekenddating1]

Exploring the Best Singles Events and Activities on Long Island

Introduction Long Island is more than just its beautiful beaches and charming towns; it's also a great place for singles to meet and mingle. Whether you're new to the area or a long-time resident, finding opportunities to connect with others can seem daunting. Fortunately, Long Island Singles offers an array of events, activities, and hotspots for singles of all ages to explore.

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Speed dating is a popular option, especially for those who prefer to meet several people in one evening. It offers brief, timed conversations, allowing you to gauge compatibility quickly. Meanwhile, casual mixers and singles dances provide a more laid-back way to engage with fellow singles, with music and cocktails enhancing the atmosphere.

Active and Outdoor Activities For those who prefer to bond over shared interests, Long Island offers a wide range of activities that bring people together. Hiking in places like the scenic Cold Spring Harbor or biking through the North Fork wine trails are excellent ways to meet like-minded individuals. The island’s boating and fishing communities also host singles outings, perfect for outdoor enthusiasts looking for adventure.

In the warmer months, beach volleyball leagues or group paddleboarding lessons can help foster connections in a fun, dynamic setting. Many outdoor group events on Long Island are designed to blend social interaction with fitness, making them ideal for health-conscious singles.

Cultural and Social Meetups For singles who love the arts or cultural experiences, Long Island offers plenty of ways to meet people with similar tastes. Local museums, art galleries, and theaters regularly host events like wine and paint nights or live performances, creating opportunities to meet others in an intellectually stimulating environment.

Online platforms like Meetup are another excellent resource for finding specific groups that cater to your interests, whether it's book clubs, photography walks, or wine-tasting gatherings. These smaller, niche events often foster deeper connections, as they focus on shared passions rather than just dating.

Long Island Nightlife for Singles The nightlife on Long Island is vibrant and diverse, with many bars, lounges, and nightclubs offering a fantastic backdrop for singles to meet. The lively scene in Huntington, Patchogue, and Long Beach provides a mix of sophisticated cocktail lounges, rooftop bars, and dance clubs where singles can enjoy a night out. Happy hours and themed nights are particularly popular, offering great opportunities to connect with others while enjoying live music or DJ sets.

Tips for Long Island Singles

Be Open-Minded: Attend events or try activities outside your comfort zone. You might discover a new hobby and meet someone special in the process.

Consistency is Key: Don't give up if you don't meet someone right away. Keep attending events, joining meetups, and participating in social activities.

Leverage Social Media: Use online platforms like Facebook groups or local event apps to stay updated on singles events in your area.

Explore New Areas: Long Island has a wide variety of social scenes, so try venturing beyond your neighborhood to discover new places and people.

For more info:-

New Years Eve Long Island

Speed Dating NYC