#Valentines Day Photos For Facebook

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I only celebrate birthdays

My birthday when I turned 6 in 1983 I only celebrate birthdays and Christmas holidays. I don’t care about Valentine’s Day or Friend’s Day, as we call it in Finland. You should celebrate it every day. You don’t need to do it only on this day. I don’t know why you should have a particular day for it. Maybe it’s just a way to rub it on people doesn’t have friends or loved ones. Either way, it’s an…

[idontliekmondays]

the halifax mass shooting plot or der untergang

what was this? who planned it? where?

the halifax mass shooting plot was the idea that lindsay souvannarath, james gamble, and randall ’randy’ shepherd came up with to commit a mass shooting at a shopping centre in halifax, nova scotia, on valentine’s day.

more on who

lindsay souvannarath was 23 years old when she was arrested. she was born in chicago, illinois, on january 9, 1992, and lived there up until the time of the planned shooting. she pleaded guilty to conspiracy to commit murder and was sentenced to life in prison with no chance of parole. she’s still serving her sentence, and her most recent request for appeal in 2019 was denied.

james gamble was 19 years old at the time of his death on february 12, 2015. he was born in halifax, nova scotia, on august 6, 1995. there doesn’t seem to be much information available about what was done with his remains after death.

randall ‘randy’ shepherd was 20 years old when he was arrested on february 13. he was born in victoria, british columbia, on july 4, 1994. shortly after his birth, he and his family moved to halifax, nova scotia. he pleaded guilty to conspiracy to commit murder and was sentenced to 10 years in jail. he was released due to statutory release in 2021 after serving seven years and four months; however, he was ordered to stay off the internet and was to live in a halfway house in nova scotia.

how did randy and james meet?

both randy and james attended a high school located a short distance outside of halifax, which is where “they met and bonded over metal music, horror movies, marijuana, and a shared fascination with death and morbidity, often focusing on school shootings and mass murders.”

both were described as having increasing mental struggles following up to the incident.

as time passed, james considered committing a mass killing in halifax. he asked randy to be his partner in crime, who refused but continued to be a willing audience to his ideas.

how did lindsay meet them? what was her relationship with james like?

on december of 2014, james began to follow lindsay because of a “justgirlythings” meme she had posted onto her tumblr. it was captioned “not being able to live without your best friend” and was edited to have the columbine library photo underneath. they started messaging on facebook after this and formed a friendship quickly.

court documents state lindsay and james would repeatedly claim that they were adopting the personas of eric harris and dylan klebold, respectively. lindsay even said she felt the spirit of eric harris was taking over her body at times. they would refer to each other as reb and vodka and often speak of going “nbk” and quote passages to each other from the journals of the columbine shooters.

they also had a similar taste in music and lindsay introduced him to national socialist black metal.

their friendship blossomed into something more sexual that included sending nudes and sexting as they began to plan the shooting and then into something romantic as james began to show a lot of affection and attachment.

they expressed that they believed they were fated to each other and that their destiny was to commit this massacre and to die together. they “just felt like their relationship was destiny.”

the preparation

one of the first things they did was start thinking of possible locations. lindsay left most of that up to james. he came up with various ideas, such as a hospital, a library, and an elementary school, all of which lindsay disagreed with because she thought they would send the wrong message.

one location she ended up agreeing to was a mall.

“it was kind of this symbolism of western decadence and the modern world in general. just the idea of this place where people go to consume. it seemed like it would be a protest against capitalism, against consumerism, against greed.”

“i believe it was the film dawn of the dead that had zombies attacking the shopping mall, and it was supposed to be like this metaphor for our modern society and how obsessed with consumption it is. so i thought that would be perfect.”

in february of 2015, james and randy went to the halifax shopping centre and filmed videos of where the shooting was planned to happen. these were referred to as their “basement tapes.”

in one of these videos, they discussed how the temporary walls in the food court might block some of the shots, and randy stated that if at least one person from his high school was killed, the attack would be worth it. in another one of these, james calmly stares into the camera and says, “you're lucky i couldn’t get any more bullets.”

the plan

the mass shooting was to take place on valentines day, february 14, at the halifax shopping centre food court. the shopping centre was chosen with the intention to cause “mass panic.” (the date of the shooting was switched due to price increases on tickets. the original date was february 1st. james had the idea to change the date to valentines day because there would be more people in the food court and the time and he believed it would be more shocking.)

lindsay would travel by air to halifax to meet james on february 13.

james was to shoot both of his parents before lindsay arrived.

they would both then spend the night together in the gamble residence.

randy hoped to be shot and killed by james the same evening as a form of assisted suicide. (lindsay was not involved with this part of the plan). james wanted randy to make a video recording of the shooting instead of committing suicide.

the next day they would begin the shooting in the food court, which was the area they believed would provide them the most cover.

they were going to go into the food court bathrooms, change outfits, get their weapons and come out and open fire.

they were going to start the shooting by throwing molotov cocktails into the food court. (randy was to provide six bottles for the molotov cocktails.)

james was to arm himself with his father’s lever-action hunting rifle along with a hunting knife.

lindsay would be armed with his father’s single-action 16-gauge shotgun.

each was to wear previously selected death outfits that, in many ways, were chosen to pay tribute to the columbine shooters.

they wanted to shoot as many people as their ammunition allowed.

they were going to save their last bullets for themselves and “just like columbine” they would kneel facing each other and shoot themselves on the count of three.

what actually happened

the morning of feburary 12, 2015, lindsay snuck out of her family home and began the trip to halifax. she described herself as “very eager, very excited, very very thrilled to be leaving home.”

james then faltered in his plans to murder his parents and sent lindsay a facebook message that read, “i’m going to have to wait until tomorrow to kill them” and “you’ll have to stay at randy’s for the night.”

the same day of february 12, crime stoppers received an anonymous tip. a summary of the tip is as follows:

two people are posting on social media sites that they plan to shoot up the mall in halifax, nova scotia.

the two people are obsessed with school shootings.

a female is to leave chicago on a delta airlines flight to meet up with a male who has weapons for them to use.

the female is asian, known as lindsay, last name unknown but begins with “s”, she is approximately twenty-three years old, born 01-16-92 and is 5’3’’ tall and weighs 90lbs. lindsay has black shoulder length hair, which is dyed red right now and she wears brown framed glasses;

lindsay is friends with the male, james gamble;

lindsay has multiple social media accounts such as a facebook under the name “lindsay shubniggurath”, a tumblr account under the name “cockswastika”, and skype account under the name “thenewheresy”.

the male is james gamble, white male, nineteen years old, born 08-06-95, and is described as very skinny with dark brown hair parted to one side;

james gamble lives in halifax, nova scotia;

the anonymous source has not met james gamble in person;

james gamble is lindsay’s friend from online;

james has several social media accounts such as a facebook account under the name “james gamble” and a tumblr account under the name “shallowexistences”.

the canadian border services agency was contacted and issued a lookout to their agents to identify anyone who might match the description of the female.

soon officers arrived at the gamble residence in timberlea, nova scotia. james was contacted by telephone and suggested to exit the residence, which he agreed to do. instead, he committed suicide by shooting himself in the head with a single bullet from his father’s hunting rifle.

as previously agreed on, shepherd arrived at the stanfield international airport by city bus to pick up lindsay. he messaged lindsay and reiterated that james was behind on schedule killing his parents and that she would have to stay with him for the night.

lindsay landed in halifax at midnight, february 13th. at 12:10am she presented herself to primary immigration and spoke to a CBSA agent. the national lookout did not raise a flag at the time.

the CBSA agent was concerned by lindsay regardless. she communicated to him that she flew to canada on a one way ticket, had only $33, and did not know where her boyfriend lived. the agent thought that she may have been attempting to bring drugs into canada and noted that “she had very bad teeth and her complexion was very bad with scars on her face. this made me think that she may be on drugs.”

the agent directed lindsay to a secondary immigration examination as well as a secondary customs inspection.

she was questioned at secondary immigration by an agent. the agent questioned lindsay and confirmed that she didn’t know where she was going, had a small amount of money, and did not have a return ticket. lindsay communicated that she was in halifax to have a “memorable” valentine’s day weekend with her boyfriend who she had previously met online. she further communicated that randy was at the airport to pick her up, which was confirmed by CBSA officials.

the contents of her luggage were searched. she had little with her, aside from some makeup, her death outfit, and two books on serial killers.

while she was being dealt with by agents, officials reviewed the national lookout and determined that lindsay may be the person of interest.

police soon arrived at the airport and quickly arrested both randy and lindsay.

their online trail

they left a steady trail of posts referencing the planned shooting. there was a playlist posted on lindsay's tumblr blog to “cement the aesthetic” along with countless other posts hinting towards their plan. lindsay also queued her manifesto to post on her blog after the shooting.

my main source

[easterneuropeancrafts]

Veliko Tarnovo Pottery

(12th - 15th Century)

Veliko Tarnovo, Bulgaria

There are three major schools of Bulgarian pottery (that have survived and are practiced in some form to this day) - pottery from Troyan, Veliko Tarnovo and Busintsi. The three styles of pottery are made using different techniques, forms and ornaments.

The pottery from Veliko Tarnovo uses a Sgraffito technique, which involves applying a thin layer of white clay, engraving designs on the dry surface of the clay, firing the design at a lower temperature, applying coloured or transparent glaze on top of the engravings, and re-firing the design at a higher temperature, resulting in a three dimensional design.

This style of pottery was typical of the Second Bulgarian Kingdom in the 12th to 14th century, and was made in Veliko Tarnovo, which was the Bulgarian capital at the time. It was used by the aristocracy of the time both for dining and for decoration.

Commonly used designs include plant, animal and human motifs as well as complex geometric patterns (some of which evoke solar imagery). The colours associated with this style of pottery are brown, yellow and green which all carry different symbolic meanings, with the brown originating from the natural colour of the clay, and the green and yellow coming from different pigments in the glaze.

Tarnovo style pottery is made to this day by artisans in the city. Nina Nesheva and her son, Dimitar Neshev, make designs which recreate the palette and style of the Tarnovo ceramics. Inspired by designs recovered from Tsarevets (the medieval stronghold overlooking Veliko Tarnovo) during archaeological investigations in the 70s, Nina Nesheva set out to create this style of ceramics, and has been creating works of art on the Samovodska Street in the Veliko Tarnovo historical district for more than thirty years. In their atelier "Chupi Kupi", you can see both modern examples of this pottery, as well as original shards of pottery provided by the Veliko Tarnovo Archaeological Museum (see the 4th photo above). It is also made in the city of Elena by local master Valentin Dimitrov.

Images from (1) Veliko Tarnovo Archaeological Museum, (2)-(5) Bulgarian National Radio Article on Nina Nesheva's work.

Nina Nesheva and Dimitar Neshev's atelier (Facebook page)

Valentin Dimitrov's atelier (Webpage)

[slocumjoe]

Companions on social media

Cait; Posts gym thirst traps and videos of her working out or getting into fistfights. Can be found in the comments and DMs of women, gay or otherwise. Lots of activity in sobriety and self-help communities. Doesn’t have a lot of followers, but does fundraiser streams for a week every three months she's sober. The money goes to child abuse prevention foundations. Her most recent charity streams had her trying to get all achievements on Just Dance after someone donated 10k requesting it.

Codsworth; self-help videos for people struggling to take care of themselves. How to tidy up, how to take effective breaks, what needs to be cleaned in a house and what supplies you need...very useful, very popular with college students and teens. Once posted a video of him going at wasps with a chainsaw and gained a million subs overnight.

Curie; children's educational YouTube channel that's, somehow, more popular with young adults. Science experiments gone wrong. Think Jackass and Mythbusters hosted by a tiny French woman who approaches everything with the joy and whimsy of My Little Pony. Her most popular videos are her 100k subscriber specials, a series where she goes ghost and cryptid hunting to disprove them and demonstrate the fraudulence you can find behind such things.

Danse; has a Facebook for work purposes. It has a profile photo only because Haylen insisted. Fears the internet deeply, thinks its the closest humanity can get to staring into the void and seeing something blink. Unbeknownst to him, there's a viral video of him teaching a workout regimen to trainees. The comment sections are pure thirst. All of his coworkers know and made an oath to never speak of it.

Deacon; Is the one who snuck into training and got that video. Posted it to r/NextFuckingLevel with 🥵🥵🥵 for a caption. Owns several large meme accounts, all with distinct personalities and lives. Someone tried to dox him after suspicions, but found all accounts had different IPs and info. He's just that good. His Facebook changes profile photo every. Single. Day. He consumes an absurd amount of audio books. Drops CRAZY money on charity streams to make the host do weird shit, like 100% Just Dance. Probably sells feet pics.

Dogmeat; The internet's darling. Nick Valentine's dog who doesn't help with catching bad guys, but with far more important things; Dogmeat cuddles and plays with victims at the scene or in court. Also trained in search and rescue. Much of Dogmeat's page is just Nick sharing important information (hotlines, self-defense, survival tips, et cetera) while petting or playing with Dogmeat. Kind of a McGruff the Crime Dog vibe.

Gage; Facebook that he uses to cyberbully cop pages and Craigslist to offer his...unconventional services (pretending to be your boyfriend at family gatherings to cause drama). His pet lizard, an Argentine Tegu, has an Instagram with 3k followers. The Tegu often wins pet competitions and Gage posts the awards captioned with 🖕🏻💚🦎💚🖕🏻. Works at an amusement park, posts tell-all confessions on Reddit.

MacCready; Facebook with friends and family, posts a lot of Duncan. His YouTube history is videos for Duncan. Lots of Curie's videos. Mac has a Craigslist and LinkedIn, does odd jobs when he isn't working as a security guard at a shooting range. Activite in communities about comics, shows, and video games. Sometimes he'll post a theory about a show or comic and he's usually right. Really enjoys the meltdowns of fandoms when the media takes a nasty turn, even if he's also betrayed.

Nick; Ellie runs Dogmeat's page, Nick just does the talking. As for Nick himself, has some pages for his work (that Ellie also manages) and a Facebook profile to stay in touch with friends and family. Much like Danse, consumes media offline—except for poetry. Most of his screen time is spent on Poetry.com, one of those people that leave comments. He likes how the internet makes information and art accessible. Very peaceful and wholesome internet time.

Hancock; The void that Danse is scared of. Also does streams, but not only for fundraisers. Streams high. Streams himself trying to find his way back to his apartment late at night. Always end up in a fast food joint, trying to convince the workers to unionize. Twitter shitposter until a politician needs cyberbullying. Organizes protests. Extremely active in Massachusetts' political scene, his fans are a force to be reckoned with. Has fistfought his own fans before. Occasionally cancels himself to prove a point. Makes mock apology videos whenever another celeb/influencer fucks up.

Preston; Park ranger and community organizer. Uses Facebook and TikTok to appeal to all ages. Is unfairly good at TikTok dances. Posts safety tips, upcoming event information, etc. Does a lot of work with Dogmeat and Nick. Posts bodycam footage of him arresting people, like shutting down fire-themed gender reveal parties, or poachers. Not a lot of followers, but the bodycam footage goes viral on subreddits like r/Instant_Karma.

Piper; a journalist and blogger. Posts videos of her political rants and makeup/hair routine. Joins Hancock in politician cyberbullying. Makes commentary essays and videos, sometimes book reviews. Appears on podcasts. Her media presence is decently known, but mild. She tries to keep herself distant from it. Despite this, has a good-sized following who appreciate the lack of parasociality. Her most famous video is her trying to find the best coffee spots in Boston.

X6-88; security guard for the Massachusetts Institute of Technology who got stuck running the Twitter when the last guy got arrested on weed charges. Piper keeps DMing for an interview and he keeps blocking her accounts. He has LinkedIn for work. Half of it is redacted and involves NDAs. No other media presence except for one thing; he's an infamous esports cryptid. Across a few different shooter games, a high-rank player called X6-88 (its just his first initial and the numbers on his security badge) fucking curbstomps everyone in the match. He has never died or missed a shot. Never speaks in chat, never in team chat. He's a legend among gamers. For him, he's just relaxing on a Friday night, keeping his senses sharp. Doesn't realize there are compilation videos of streamers raging at him.

[profoundbondfanfic]

My New York Valentine

My New York Valentine by followyourenergy (@followyourenergy) Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 1k

Dean Winchester plans to drown his sorrows in waffles after picking another fight with his best friend since childhood, Cas, on their friendversary... which happens to be Valentine’s Day. His plans are stymied when he’s stopped on the way back to work by a man who wants to take his photo and chat with him. When the man asks about love, he tells him about his secret love for his best friend. Little does Dean know his secret will soon be revealed. This fic is inspired by Humans of New York, a popular Facebook page that tells true stories about everyday people in New York (and elsewhere).

This short but oh so sweet fic has a few of my favorite things. First, I love any idea inspired by cute internet trends or clever videos. Add to that besties Dean and Cas who are also secretly pining for one another? I couldn’t click a link faster. 

My New York Valentine fits the bill perfectly. If you’re online, you might be familiar with the account Humans of New York but if not, it’s as described perfectly in the summary above. The account is special because it touches on humanity, regular everyday people living their little extraordinary lives all around us. In this fic, it’s Dean who is being interviewed, and the way Cas finds out about it is incredibly sweet and fitting, leaving you hopeful for this version of them. Don’t miss it! 

[pedropascalsx]

Sooner. {Frankie Morales x F! Reader.}

Summary: Frankie has been your flight instructor for the past eight months and offers to drive you across state lines to your flying test. The only problem is you get to the hotel and there’s only one bed.

Warnings: Some angst, mutual pining, some flirting, friends to lovers, masturbation, accidentally caught masturbation, strong language, oral (f) receiving, fingering, p in v sex. some fluff.

Word count: 3500 exactly.

Authors note: Happy Valentine’s day to my sweet, LJ! I love you to pieces and I hope you enjoy this fic written for you. @prolix-yuy

“Thank you,” you murmur to Frankie as he effortlessly glides onto the freeway, “I’m so nervous that I’d probably crash trying to get to the damn test.”

His warm chuckle floats in the air as he lightly shrugs his shoulders, “Ava is with her Mom this weekend and I always twiddle my thumbs until she’s back. It’ll be nice to be a little distracted.”

“She’s a lucky girl,” you say with a smile, focusing on the photo of them hanging together hanging from his mirror. She is his double. Curly brown hair and big beautiful brown eyes and that very same dimple that makes an appearance when he smiles or gets a little flustered.

“Trust me I’m the lucky one!” He beamed before lightly squeezing your knee, “And you don’t have to be nervous by the way, you’re an incredible pilot and I’d go as far as saying the best student I’ve ever had. I have nothing but faith that you’ll be incredible. You’ve just got to believe in yourself a little more.”

You giggle quietly at his praise before responding with some of your own, whilst attempting to ignore the way your stomach did somersaults at his touch, “Well, the student is only as good as their master. So thank you.”

He hums back as you fiddle with the stereo of his truck, settling on a station blasting some Whitney Houston and you quietly drum your fingers across the smooth plastic of the dashboard. You sit in a quiet silence for the next hour, enjoying the music and watching the day quietly shift into night and taking in the sights of the sunset playing out in front of you.

“Do you want to find somewhere for dinner before we get to the hotel or order room service? Early start tomorrow. So you need a good meal before bed.”

“It’s up to you.” You insist. “You’re driving so you’re in control, Mr. Morales.”

“There’s a diner about ten minutes ahead.” He says with a large smile spreading across his cheeks. “Prepare yourself for the best pancakes you’ll ever have in your life.” The dimple that makes your heart stutter makes an appearance on his cheek and you chide yourself for the feelings that it stirs up in your chest.

God he’s attractive. Like really attractive. When he first greeted you on your first flying lesson you thought you were going to melt right then and there. And over the past 8 months you’ve found yourself slowly growing attached to him. He quickly became your friend and you started to talk and text outside of lessons but you’d suppressed the deeper feelings that you found yourself having for him out of fear they weren’t returned.

“Pancakes sound great,” you eventually responded as you pulled back from the daydream you’d been sucked into.

You glance back over at him. He’s focusing on the road ahead, his aviators resting on the bridge of his nose, that gorgeous dimple still completely visible and the little grin on his face paired with the gorgeous pink skyline making the perfect background makes your heart flutter. You instinctively reach into your pocket and retrieve your cell phone to take a few pictures and he chuckles loudly in response.

“What are you doing?” he asks with a slight twist of his lips.

“You look… nice,” you reply sheepishly, “And it’s about time you updated your facebook picture. The photo of the fish is getting very old, buddy.”

“You been snooping through my pics?” he asks whilst pulling into a spot in front of diner and you feel your cheeks get hot with embarrassment.

“I-uh..” you start to stammer and he laughs again.

“Relax. I’m just teasing. Plus it’s not like I haven’t had a look through yours.” He admits as he pushes open the driver's door.

You swallow hard at his admission and follow him into the small diner, letting him lead you towards a small booth in the back.

“I caught that fish you know,” he announces as he slides across the leather seat, “A catfish. It’s my tag. Back from my military days. My friends still call me it.”

“Really? Why catfish?” You ask with a smile.

“Whiskery beard,” he says whilst rubbing the adorable patches in his beard, “Never finished puberty.”

“I think the existence of your daughter disputes that.” You giggle back and he laughs with you. “So pancakes?”

“Pancakes.”

You sit back and listen to him share some stories about his days in the military. He briefly talks about an event that happened in South America that made him wake up and really sort out his life. And how the death of one of his friends made him realize that he couldn’t spend the rest of his life skating past all the shit he was drowning in and he checked himself into rehab within 48 hours of being home.

He split amicably with his ex and once he was working full-time again, Ava worked in with him and her mom went back to school to finish up her degree. He was doing better than he ever was and you couldn’t help but feel extremely proud of him.

You insisted on paying the cheque which he reluctantly agreed after you argued it was only fair since he drove here. But he insisted that breakfast would be on him in the morning and you rolled your eyes and tutted loudly as you bounced out towards his truck.

“Hotel is roughly an hour from here,” he announces as he switches on the ignition, “And the flight test centre is maybe fifteen minutes from there. Good location.”

“Let’s go,” you say excitedly as your strap on your seatbelt.

He hums along to the radio as he navigates the roads with ease, you can’t help but steal the occasional glance at him. You think back to those first few weeks and how far you’ve come and how grateful that he was the one to get you here. As difficult as it had been, as distracting as he could be, he was the perfect teacher and you truly hoped he’d stay in contact long after your test was complete.

“You’re very quiet,” he says with an inquisitive tone, “Tired? Or are you nervous about tomorrow?”

“Not tired,” you admit, “But yeah, I'm definitely nervous. Just reflecting and thinking about some things.”

“Easier said than done but try not to overthink. I really mean it when I said you’re an incredible pilot. It’s been a pleasure to teach you, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Frankie.” Your chest feels all warm and fuzzy at the endearment and you remind yourself that he has never once indicated that he sees you more as a friend. Out the window you see that the pink sky has faded into a dark blue and darkness surrounds you on all sides.

Before you realize you’re there Frankie is pulling into the very full parking lot of the hotel and driving into what looks like the only free space.

“Sold out Lady Gaga concert a few miles from here,” you inform him as he raises an eyebrow at the amount of cars around.

He grabs both bags from the back and tuts at you when you try to wrestle yours from him.

*

“But we booked this room months ago,” you say trying to hide the upset in your voice, “I have the confirmation right now.”

“I know,” the receptionist says without a care in the world, “It was double booked. You booked on our website and they booked it on our partner site before we were able to update.”

“So if we booked it first…why isn’t it our room?” Frankie asks before you have a chance.

“We reviewed the booking. They got the two bed suite as there are four of them and two of you. We were able to move you into a smaller room and we will refund the difference to the card it was booked with.”

“Fine,” you say with a reluctant sign, “If sharing one room is okay with you?” You turn to ask Frankie.

“As long as you don’t snore.” He quips back.

The receptionist checks you in and hands you both a keycard before rattling off the fire exits and the number for reception if anything is needed. You follow Frankie into the elevator and let out a sigh.

“We didn’t need any fancy hotel suite,” he says with a shrug, “Shower and sleep. That’s all we’re here for.”

You nod in agreement and exit the elevator, heading straight towards your assigned room.

You swipe the keycard and take a few steps into the room, peering into the bathroom on your immediate left before making your way into the bedroom and you feel your heart stop .

“Only one bed.” He murmurs from behind you.

“I’ll take the couch,” you reply with a sharp nod of your head.

“Like hell you will,” he spits out from behind you, “You’re not going to get a half decent night's sleep on that shitty thing and you need to be

well rested for tomorrow's test. I’ll take the couch and I'll let you pay for breakfast in the morning. No arguments.”

You turn on your heel and roll your eyes at him, “Fine. I’m so sorry, Frankie.”

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart,” he says with a fleeting touch of your cheek, “It's just one of those things. We’re adults. We can cope with it. Do you mind if I take the first shower?”

“Go for it,” you say as you take your bag from him, “I’m gonna order a few drinks from room service as room temperature water doesn’t appeal to me and switch on the TV.”

“I wouldn’t say no to a Dr Pepper,” he says before disappearing into the bathroom.

“Got it.”

The sound of the shower being switched on makes you groan. You had chosen a suite because the bedrooms were on opposite ends to each other and no matter how hard you try not to be, you almost find yourself extremely affected after being in close proximity to him. So you figure now is your chance.

Arousal had been pooling in your panties since you first climbed into his truck several hours ago. The guilt you felt at needing release with him just a few feet away being beaten out by the aching in your core.

You comfortably place yourself on the centre of the bed and hike your dress up over your hips, dipping your fingers into your panties and dragging some of your slick up towards your clit before circling it gently.

Your mind drifting to the thought of his hands. His large rough and capable hands. Honestly you couldn’t count the amount of times that you’d lost focus in lessons because you’d been so distracted by watching them and wondering if they’d be as skillful in other ways.

You lifted your hips from the bed and quickly removed your panties before going back to rubbing your clit, letting his name quietly fall from your lips as you did so.

*

Frankie switched on the shower letting it heat up as he tidied up his facial hair, clearly up the loose scraggly hairs in his head and trimming his moustache so it didn’t tickle his top lip so much.

He lifted off his shirt and let it fall to the floor before scanning the room for some towels. “Shit,” he murmured as he realized they must be in the bedroom. He forgoed putting his shirt back on and reached for the door handle and turns it slowly, his cheeks burning red at the unexpected sound of you moaning his name as the door cracked opened.

*

“Frankie,” you mewl as the tips of your fingers rub your bundle of nerves a little quicker, your eyes slamming closed as the pleasure builds until you’re almost at the edge.

“Fuck.” Frankie grunts as he watches your slick fingers disappear into your cunt.

You freeze and groan out loud. An apology lingers at the tip of your tongue and before you can croak it out, you feel the bed dip beneath you as he kneels on the bottom.

“You were thinking about me? I heard you moan my name” he says as you slowly open your eyes with your fingers still buried deep inside your pussy.

“Yeah,” you admit before biting down on your lip, “I’m so sor-.”

“Don’t apologize,” he orders before reaching down and pulling your hand away from your pussy, “Only reason I wanted to shower so quickly is because I’ve been half fucking hard all day because of you. Been needing to jerk off so badly.”

Slowly he pushes one of his thick fingers inside of your needy pussy, “So fucking tight,” he snarls as he starts to pump it in and out. “Jesus. The amount of times I’ve fucked my fist after a lesson because you’ve driven me insane, baby.”

You keen and clench down around him at the new endearment, and he lets out a soft chuckle, “You like that huh, baby?” he asks with a grin on his face. “Fuck, can I taste you?”

“Please,” you squeak out a little too quickly and you squeal as he immediately buries his face in pussy. His finger remains inside of you as he licks at your clit, lapping at you like a man starved. Slowly he resumes pumping his finger as he sucks your clit between his lips, doing something magical with his tongue as you writhe underneath.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, an endless stream of pleasure filled moans echoing around the room before you lose control, “Wanted you since I first saw -ahhh- you.”

He groans into your pussy, and you’re certain you feel his mouth curl up into a smile before he resumes his delicious assault on your bundle of nerves and sliding in a second finger.

“Thought about your hands,” you admit before moaning his name. His fingers start rubbing up something wonderful inside you. It doesn’t take long until he works you up to that edge, your mouth unable to spill any word that isn’t his name up until you choke out that you’re gonna cum and that’s when he decides to increase his already earth shattering efforts and you clamp around his fingers so hard that you’re certain it must hurt.

“So fucking tight,” he grits out against your pussy, his moustache tickling your overstimulated bundle of merced as he does do. Slowly he withdraws his fingers from inside of you and brings them up to his mouth, watching you watch him with wide eyes as he sinks them into his mouth. Sucking them clear of your slick and groaning in delight as he does so.

“Fuck,” you moan as he pulls them out of his mouth, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah,” he asks as he runs his fingers through your slit, “This pretty little pussy all needy for my cock?”

“Please,” you beg as he presses his thumb against your clit and draws a few lazy circles, “I need it.”

“I think you can ask nicer than that, baby.” He teases with a grin.

“Please, Frankie,” you moan as he works your bundle of nerves, “Please give me your cock.”

“Good girl,” he coos as he pulls his thumb away, “You wanna ride me? Bounce up and down on my dick whilst telling me those thoughts you’ve been having about my hands?”

“Yes,” you gasp as he shifts off the bed and starts to undo his pants. Pulling his boxers off at the same time and chuckling at the gasp you let out at the sight of him.

Even he’d admit that he’s impressive, thick, uncut and long. “Take off your dress and come take a ride,” he orders before sitting himself up against the headboard.

You comply immediately, stepping off the bed and ripping off your sundress and freeing yourself of your bra.

You straddle him slowly and he pulls you into a possessive kiss, the taste of you lingering on his mouth as he tongue battles against yours. One of his hands guides your hips and he positions himself so you can sink down onto him.

“Frankie,” you moan as he stretches you open. Slowly you sink down inch by inch. His rich tone fills your ears as he gives you endless praises as you fill yourself with him. His cock throbs inside of you as he stretches out your walls. He waits patiently for you to get accustomed to the size of him, giving you gentle kisses and more praises. You slowly start to move, making sure not to rush the pace. His hands explore your body as you begin to find your rhythm.

“Tell me,” he orders, “Tell me what you were thinking when you should have been listening?”

“Frankie,” you moan as his hand slaps across your ass, “So many -fuck- so many things. I-I wanted to drop to my knees, suck your cock whilst you were in the pilot seat.”

“Yeah? What else?”

“Thought about you slipping those thick fingers into my panties and making me cum as I recited what every button on the panel is for. Thought about you fucking me in hangar before and after every lesson.”

“You should have said something,” he grunts before bringing his hand down on your ass again and moving it across your hip to make you move faster. “If I knew you wanted me too, I would have fucked you ages ago.”

“Didn’t realize you wanted this too,” you admit as he grinds up against that spot inside of you again. “Gonna cum,” you garble as he starts to fuck up inside of you, taking control and making sure to hit that spot everything. Your whole body stiffens as you clamp down around him, pleasure consuming your every sense as you come hard on his cock.

He wastes no time switching the position when you’re coming down from your high, guiding you down on your back and placing your leg over his shoulder so he can fuck into you even deeper.

“Give me one more and then I'll cum,” he grits out as he thrusts in and out of you, his thumb finding your clit again as he does so. “So fucking pretty,” he spits out as he watches you writhe beneath him. “Feel so fucking perfect.”

His pace is hard and fast and like nothing you’ve experienced before, the thickness of him still makes you gasp as he continues splitting you open. “Rub your clit for me,” he orders as he pulls his thumb away and places that hand on your other hip, your finger snakes down your stomach and you play with your bud of pleasure as directed, “Such a good girl,” he grunts out as your walls flutter around his throbbing cock.

“Gonna cum,” you choke out again as your third orgasm threatens to sweep through you, “Frankie,” you manage to mumble as it washes through you. His pace getting even faster and he fucks you through

your orgasm.

“Where?” he snarls as his pace gets a little sloppy.

“IUD. Fill me up,” you beg from under him.

“Yeah? You want me to fill up this perfect pussy? Maybe I’ll do it again in the morning as well. Have my cum dripping out of you during your test.”

“Come for me,” you plead as he continues to shred up inside of you.

You clench around him hard and he lets go with a grunt of your name, you cunt milks him dry with each thrust. His lips capture yours one more time before he pulls out and rolls over next to you.

“That was… wow,” he says with a chuckle before kissing your shoulder gently.

“So much better than just my fingers,” you reply with a giggle.

“God, if I’d have known sooner,” he says before wiping his forehead, “Couldn’t see a girl like you going for a guy like me.”

“What?” you ask completely bewildered, “Frankie, you’re fucking gorgeous. I’ve wanted to fuck you from day one, I’m serious.”

“Probably best that we waited until I’d finished teaching you,” he says after a few minutes of comfortable silence and before getting up.

“Going to switch off the shower, and get something to clean you up with” he says sensing your confusion, “We can shower in the morning.”

He runs the washcloth under the shower before running the rag across his cock, wets the rag again and switches the shower off. You’re still lying patiently as he rounds the bed and he gently runs the cloth through your folds. “Get into bed, baby,” he orders and he throws the cloth onto the dresser, and climbs in beside you.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, “Thank fuck for double bookings,” he murmurs into your ear and you giggle in response.

Sleep comes quickly and comfortably. More comfortably than it had in a while.

[iced-coffee-chronicles]

RENT ME FOR VALENTINE’S DAY

I offer different packages:

The Friend Zone - $25

The We Dating - $50 (includes chocolate)

The Romantic Dinner - $75 (includes photo for socials)

The Dinner With Your Parents - $100 ($125 if I have to play with your siblings)

The Love Birds - $150 (includes holding hands) + a kiss is $175

The OMG They’re Dating - $250 (we start dating today, album for socials, kiss for friends/family, update relationship status on Facebook - can be kept for 2 weeks after V-Day)

[pureanonofficial]

hey op where did you get that photo of a blonde freddie in aviators and black and white for your chess valentine’s day cards. i cannot for the life of me figure out what production it’s from. thank you so much have a lovely day.

So I'm going to go into far more detail than you asked for, because this relates to one of my favorite Freddie actors of all time!!!

The photo originates from the San Jose Civic Light Opera/American Musical Theatre of San Jose production in 1992. I pulled it the facebook page SJCLO AMTSJ Alumni. The theater group is sadly no longer around, having declared bankruptcy in the early 2000s, but it's still well-loved due to having passionate former members, particularly one who uploads the theater's proshots on youtube. Including a proshot of this Chess! The shows are generally very good--a shining light in regional theater! You know you'll get a competent show with them.

Below are a couple of links and the photo in question!

The Freddie pictured is Kim Strauss, and he is my very favorite Freddie of all time.

Now, there is a proshot of him in the aforementioned production!

I would not recommend watching him first in the aforementioned production, as it is Kinda Bad. The set design is really wonderful, one of the best in Chesses, and Strauss is very good, but the script makes more baffling choices than usual, and the rest of the cast isn't that great. However! What you should watch him in! Is LONG BEACH CHESS!

This! Is one of the best Chesses of all time! It's one of the most coherent, well-directed, and well-cast versions. If you're not familiar with the Broadway version of Chess, this is an excellent place to start with that plot! And this bootleg is subtitled! Even better! The Florence in this production is Jodi Benson (of The Little Mermaid and Broadway fame) and she is maybe my favorite Florence ever. She's so passionate and intense in the role. She's just my platonic ideal of the character! So hurting, so fierce, so alive and human--I can't describe her Florence any better than the casting description for Broadway Chess does--"She is clever, theatrical, touching, vivacious, volatile." That's her Florence!

To gush a little more about Kim Strauss -- he really is my favorite Freddie. And he did the role at least four times in different productions throughout the 90s, so clearly 90s Chess productions agree with me. XD His Freddie is such a deeply awful person and yet horribly pathetic and sad at the same time. His Freddie is deeply possessive of Florence, controlling both physically and mentally, and yet utterly driven to convince himself he does not need her. Yet he reaches for her hand before the first chess game in a quiet asking for reassurance. Yet he kisses her before Pity the Child in a desperate bet of maybe this will work. Yet he stares at her throughout all of Endgame, winning almost in an act of spite against her, yet it is still abundantly clear that it's all hollow because he does not have her. And he has this really interesting, needy tenor that works so well for the character, as well as the MOST Chicago accent that I cannot imagine Freddie without now. And he's got such a great physicality to him. His Freddie is always antsy, always fidgeting, almost always hunched over or running his hands over his face or something. He's never still. I just love his take on Freddie so so so much. He's a really fucking bad man, like he does not let you get away from the fact that Freddie is a terrible person, and yet he's still interesting to watch!

Also his Pity the Child is my favorite performance of the song ever, and I have linked the bootleg below at that point, because if nothing else, you need to see that!

I'm sorry for all this excessive detail anon, but if you are interested, GO WATCH LONG BEACH CHESS.

[vikingsvices]

PDA in the digital age

With the whole world as a potential audience, oversharing details about your relationship online can lead to unintended consequences and become a source of discomfort. An overemphasis on social media public displays of affection can create pressure to perform happiness, potentially overlooking the authenticity of a relationship. It can also invite external scrutiny and feedback, which may not always be positive.

On the other hand, the public affirmations of romantic satisfaction on platforms such as Facebook have been linked to higher relationship satisfaction among couples, according to researchers at Albright College. It’s imperative that couples assess the impact of their virtual PDA, not just on personal privacy but also on the health and perception of their romantic relationships.

Cultural perspectives on public displays of affection

Couple displays affection through a kiss while standing on a bus.cs

Cultural factors significantly influence how individuals and societies navigate PDA on social media. In liberal societies, sharing kisses, holding hands or other forms of physical affection might be widely prevalent and accepted on digital platforms. Meanwhile, in more traditional or conservative cultures, such public exhibitions might be frowned upon or even lead to social or legal consequences, affecting the nature of content shared online.

Practical tips for PDA on social media

Navigating the complexities of online PDA requires a strategic approach. Here are several practical tips for individuals and couples attempting to maintain respectful levels of PDA on social media:

1. Communicate with your partner about comfort levels regarding online PDA to try and ensure both parties are on the same page.

2. Consider the potential implications and long-term permanence of the content you share—once online, your displays of affection can be difficult to entirely remove.

3. Cultivate an awareness of your audience; remember your social media friends or followers include colleagues, family and even future employers.

4. Employ privacy settings to control who can view the personal moments that you choose to share.

5. Reflect on why you are sharing—if it’s for validation or to invite commentary on your relationship, it may be wise to reconsider.

In a data-driven world where personal information is invaluable, following these tips can help  couples express their affection thoughtfully without compromising personal boundaries or privacy.

The impact of public displays of affection on relationships

Lovers, man taking a picture with his woman on valentines day for social media

PDA on social media can reveal significant insights into the dynamics of a romantic relationship, with research from Albright College illuminating how relationship satisfaction correlates with online behavior. The study discovered individuals more content with their partnerships tend to actively share affectionate posts, including couple photos and loving comments on their partner’s social media timeline. This suggests that for many, the visibility of their relationship’s happiness plays out through their interactions on social networks.

However, this same practice of engaging in PDA online can also be indicative of underlying relational insecurities. The same Albright College survey found individuals with relationship contingent self-esteem (RCSE)—a measure of self-worth based on the status of one’s relationship—are more liable to post details and pictures demonstrating their romantic connections. These findings imply social media can serve as a platform for affirming relationship validity to oneself and others but potentially at the cost of personal or relational well-being.

How couples can navigate discomfort related to oversharing on social platforms

Striking a balance between sharing and privacy remains a tightrope walk for couples engaging in PDA on social platforms. While a moderate level of online affection can be seen as a healthy acknowledgment of a partner, when such actions stem from compulsion rather than choice, they may lead to negative consequences. A study published in the Journal of Cyberpsychology, Behavior and Social Networking highlights the increased likelihood of relationship conflicts related to frequent Facebook use, with these conflicts relating to adverse outcomes such as infidelity and breakups.

For couples navigating the discomfort of oversharing, experts emphasize the importance of maintaining a balance. While online displays of affection aren’t inherently negative, they should not become substitutes for actual expressions of love and should be accompanied by efforts to bolster self-esteem independent of the relationship’s online representation.

Conclusion

As couples grapple with the complexities of online PDA, it’s imperative to set boundaries and approach digital affection thoughtfully. In a world where the line between public and private is increasingly blurred, managing the visibility of relationships on social media is not only a matter of social decorum but also an expression of respect for personal boundaries and privacy. Digital platforms like Peoplelooker.com could help you take control of how you portray your love in the digital age.

Disclaimer: The above is solely intended for informational purposes and in no way constitutes legal advice or specific recommendations.

[discworldwitches]

yesterday i realised why this one girl dumped me bc i was looking at old facebook messages and saw that the week before she broke up w me because things were getting too serious, i had sent her a the good place valentine's day post (bc the chidi calendar photos were in it and it's funny!) but the caption said "send to ur soulmate" 🤦

i feel so embarassed

[novabjd]

Hi there! My name is Lunar.

I have been in the BJD hobby for decades, but I’ve spent the last eight years or so on hiatus. I don’t know if I fell out of love with the hobby or what, but I stopped playing with my dolls, and nothing was inspiring me, anymore.

That is, until I came across someone selling their Logan.Dolls Valentine on Facebook three days ago. I kept revisiting the listing, drawn to the sculpt. I kept on wondering what I would do with the doll if he was in my collection. And, all of a sudden, that spark that I’d been missing came back! I became hooked, and started to dream up a character. I started to look for owner photos, shop for eyes and clothes. I finally made an offer on the doll on the Marketplace, and as of three am this morning, my offer was accepted. I’m now paying for my new doll through layaway. I haven’t sent the first payment yet, since I don’t get paid until next Friday, but the intention is there: Valentine will be mine!

It’s been awhile since I’ve been on tumblr, but I am setting up camp here, since Logan.Dolls are banned on Den of Angels. I decided to start a new tumblr (instead of opening up my old one), because I wanted a fresh start for this collection of dolls. Right now, I’m thinking it’s only going to be the one doll, since he’s the only one who inspires me at this moment. But who knows, maybe I’ll get more dolls down the road.

As for the new doll, my Valentine is in blue resin (oooooo!), and will come with an OE and a dreamy faceplate, as well as some extra hands. He will have the masc chest and the femme hips, and his name will be Nova.

Nova is a fallen star, and a fortune teller! I spent forever looking for the perfect eyes for him on Etsy. I finally picked out a pair and am waiting for them to ship to me. I’m still deciding how I want to style his hair, but I know that it will be white. I can do faceups, but all of my art supplies are in storage, and I’m thinking that for this doll, I want to commission faceups and body blushing. I’m thinking of sending Nova to Angel Toast, an artist that I’ve always admired, and would like to own some of his work someday.

So that’s what I’m planning. Over the next few weeks, I’ll be reacquainting myself with dolly tumblr, shopping for clothes and wigs, and adding to this blog. Other people’s content, first, and then, some of my own once Nova and his stuff start to arrive.

See you all around! :)

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

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Bean-Shidh-dispatchesfromdistrict7 (ao3) Summary: Historical AU. Gale Hawthorne, a proud Scottish highlander, falls in love with daughter at a local inn, Maighread Undersee. Inspired by Alfred Noyes lyrical poem, The Highwayman. Written for round 3 of the Write-Me-A-Story Hunger Games challenge. Bear Trap-Chele20035 (ao3) Summary: Historical everlark au... Katniss finds Peeta in a bear trap in her woods after Gettysburg at the beginning of winter. Be Mine-HGfanonezillion (ao3) Summary: Fluffy, sweet Valentine's Day Everlark one shot. Blackberry Beginnings-DandelionSunset (ao3) Summary: The first scene between Katniss and Peeta in Sever, in which she comes to sell blackberries to Mr. Mellark and is offered much more than she could have ever expected. Peeta's POV. *One shot* *repost* Blur-Angylinni (ao3) Summary: Everything lately is a blur. breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out-Abagail_Snow (ao3) Summary: Over a series of Thanksgiving Breaks, Katniss and Peeta fall apart, then fall back together. Burn-Dispatchesfromdistrict7 (ao3) Summary: Haymitch's perspective on the return of Peeta and Johanna after being rescued from the Capitol. Bury Hope out of Sight-dracoisalooker76 (ao3) Summary: "I shake my head. She hadn’t really figured much of anything out except that she was pregnant and she didn’t want to be, so she ran from it. That’s another thing that she’s really good at – running from her problems." The only person Katniss can't run from is Prim.  but this is getting good now-Abagail_Snow (ao3) Summary: Three weeks. They had dated three weeks at the end of senior year, and he wanted to throw away his first semester of college with late night Skype sessions instead of parties, and stalking facebook photos in search of candidates for jealousy, all to be miserable with her. All for three weeks of dating. Cake Crumbs-Ally147 (ao3) Summary: A collection of all the stories and drabbles I've contributed to Everlark Birthday Gifts on Tumblr.

[reignoftiramizu]

Merry Krismust!!!!!!! As in Kris (Kringle) must atone for his several accounts of worldwide breaking and entering

I made jelly nougat this yr :^D Oh I am so happy it turned out. It was super simple, quick & cheap too (just white chips, mini marshmallows & dots candy). You could make so many other holiday alternatives by perhaps adding extracts to flavor it differently. I would love to make a peanut butter one, maybe a bday cake one (with rainbow sprinkles) and a valentines day one (with heart shaped gummies). Unfortunately the woman who made the tutorial for it on YT said something transphobic (in another one of her baking videos) so I now legally own the rights to the recipe and I am the keeper of the jellynougat.

MORE TREATS. How I love my treats (I have a sweetooth if it wasnt already obvious). Also made homemade poundcake (simple and cheap as well), and butter cookies w cranberries and walnuts. Yrly staple. We celebrate non-religiously so the day is just chinese takeout and some movies. I will be frank with you Xmas is not one of my favorite holidays, for many reasons; it used to be (when I was a kid & believed in magic) but I am more of a Halloween fan now (and practice evil magic). Hugs to those with extremely small families/not much family left 2 be cozy with. Look under ur doormat (I left some gingersnaps). I love traditional European cookies so much. Lebkuchen w apricot filling is so delicious (I got those for free).

Last but certainly NOT LEAST IS MY KNICKERBOCKER GINGERBREAD GIRL!!!!!! A NEW HOUSEHOLD ADDITION!!!!!! SHE WAS ON FACEBOOK MARKETPLACE FOR 15 BUCKS, I tried to negotiate for 10 but sometimes u gotta pay childsupport. 15 it is. Ive wanted one for so so long and I jumped at the chance to get her. She had a dead waterbug on her and the seller and I exchanged money in the parking lot of a 7/11 like an xmas drug deal. She's haunted by all 3 spirits from a Christmas Carol and I love her with much fervor and merriment.

Happy xmas, hanukkah and early kwanzaa to those who celebrate, and have a happy day to those who do not :^) I wish you care and joy no matter how small. New years is upon us. I must prepare my yearly xmas Nermal from Garfield photo. It keeps us all safe Merry evilmas to all and to all a good fright.

[weneverlearn]

Happy (belated) Labor Day! - Some Quick Words from Sylvia Reed about Lou Reed's History of Wearing Ties

Sylvia and Lou Reed, wedding, Valentine's Day, 1980

My dad used to say "Tie is a 4-letter word." His avoidance of said sartorial detail was shorthand for he didn't want to work a boring desk job. And sure, ties can equal that.

But then as time goes on -- with people wearing pajamas on plane flights, sweatpants to brunch, and in general humanity seeming to have given up on even trying -- a tie can have it's moments of surprising shock.

Punks wearing old ripped ones, pulled down from a 2-button open collar circa 1975-78 was a nice affront to both staid society and cruddy hippie clothes.

Wayne County & the Electric Chairs (via)

The Clash (via Treble)

The power pop bands circa 1978-82 took ties to whole other level, to the point of their very genre being called "skinny tie rock." Since then, ties have entered a phase of going back to, well, some guys just look good in them, others look tethered to their cubicle.

Speaking of which, I posted this great Lou Reed tune/video above (from one of my top 5 Lou solo albums, and I believe the first of his I ever bought -- Legendary Hearts ) to Facebook this past Labor Day, for obvious reason. It was 1983 then, and Lou doing an upbeat works sucks rant while sporting a tie was a kind of double "whoa." And he looked good in it.

A few years ago I interviewed Lou's ex-wife, Sylvia Reed for Please Kill Me online, and the topic was to be focused on the album art and videos she worked on with Lou during her years with him. I was a little trepidatious, but she turned out to be a charming person, we ended up talking for about an hour and a half at a Chinatown diner, and have since become friendly.

So after posting this vid, she popped in my mind, and I asked her a couple things about the "Don't Talk to Me About Work" video.

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I remember the interesting decision to have Lou wear a suit and tie for this video. For me it recalled that great lyric from "Coney Island Baby" -- "And I seen those suit and tie johns buy you one drink, then buy you some more”. Such a great lyric.

And the twist involved in Lou wearing “business clothes." Yet at his most romantic, this is what he wore, in his wedding to Bettye (Kronstad, 1973) he wore a suit with a sort of extravagant fabric. In my wedding he wore a nice understated suit. Later on, in Paul Simon’s 1980 feature film One Trick Pony, Lou was cast as a high powered record producer, and he wore a suit with a leather jacket, if I remember correctly.

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Sylvia swore I could track down some stills from the flick with Lou in a leather jacket and leather tie, but apparently my Googleing is off. Though this is a cool still from that flick I found:

Via The Beatmax Rundown

Oh, and here he is in a bowtie anyway.

Photo by Mick Rock

And here's a goofy article which kind of makes me not want to wear a tie ever again. Make delineated rues about tie-wearing and it becomes a tether again.

[katerynakole]

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[enter-the-phantom]

Enter Writes A Blog - Oct 4, 2023

In Which I Get A New Job (Sort Of) and Meet the Dance Commander; Nearly Die of Queer Joy

A few life updates bc I’ve just been too tired to post regularly recently! Gonna start doing these since I’ve always admired people who keep little journals. Enjoy.

I got a new seasonal job a few weeks ago at a local theatre and costume shop, which sounds like it would be perfect for me but is…definitely not. The pay is abysmal, it’s $9 an hour with no benefits, and the job itself is so mind-numbingly monotonous that I’m actually depressed. There’s a lot going on and I don’t think I’m going to make it—I need a challenge and I can’t shut my brain off for eight hours a day with nothing to do. Not being able to think creatively and solve puzzles is really messing with my head. Plus the hours are really bad for me, getting up that early and getting home in the evening is really draining for someone with my circadian rhythm. It’s just not for me. As bad as I feel about it (bc I do like my coworkers!), I’m going to quit sometime in the coming weeks and focus on building up my Etsy and working on my art offerings. It won’t make money but it also won’t make me so depressed I can do nothing but sleep on my days off. I just can’t handle traditional work, it’s not good for my brain and my mental health and it’s affecting me physically too. I can’t risk another colitis scare and the stress just isn’t worth it.

On to better news that, if you know me, is gonna have you jumping for me bc everyone I’ve told is freaked.

If you know me you know by now that Electric Six is my soul band and means the world to me. You know what I’ve been through and how happy they make me. Finally got to see them in person on Friday night and it was a spiritual experience. I ended up not only against the stage, but the closest one to The Man himself. Nearly got hit with the mic stand boner multiple times. Eye contact happened. Moments happened. They were magical. He is magical. As I said to @mosshugs, there is truly nothing like the joy an aroace person feels for their squish. It’s the purest form of love there is and my god, do I love that man. Multiply it with the love a performer has for their muse and I’ve been emotional all week.

Every E6 experience I’ve ever had involved lovely strangers who became friends and this was no exception. We just all come together to watch a bunch of goofy guys play goofy songs and do goofy dances together. Met the most lovely family of Crazies with daughters me and my sister’s age, we hung out with them all night, kept an eye on each other and just in general had a great time making new friends! My new local friend is super sweet and we have a lot in common, so that’s really neat! Hoping to talk to her more if I don’t get super nervous about it bc she’s really cool. Also she was providing the strongest moral support when she saw just how close I was to Dick Valentine. Mad props for recognising I was having several moments. When he knelt down on that speaker and started rambling about Lyme Disease she had my back quite literally. Such a real one. Also sent me all her photos and vids bc I was too busy ascending to even remember my phone.

But my god, do I love the Crazies. Herb S Flavorings (who was a treat as always to watch) flicked us a pick, missed, it hit someone else and dropped to the floor. Everyone immediately stepped back and helped find it. Setlist got passed down to me by not one but two other people who saw just how much this concert meant to me and thought I should have it I guess? Also met up with some guys from the Facebook group as I was leaving who wanted to meet “the E6 artist” and demanded to know if I got the prints delivered—I love this dumb little fandom. Also The Flashy Jacket™ was a hit!

And of course the part ya’ll we’re waiting for—I got to meet my hero, Dick Valentine himself. Spotted him coming down from the green room to get his customary post-show amaretto sour and I asked if we could talk when he had a minute (mostly just wanted to deliver the art prints) and he was so immediately friendly and approachable. He had a few people coming up to say hi, and what really struck me was how careful he was to make sure I knew he hadn’t forgotten I wanted to talk to him. I’m sure he had no idea how much that truly meant to me—it’s such a little thing, just to have someone give you a reassuring look that you haven’t been forgotten or ignored and they’re going to make time—but for some people they never get that and it truly means the world. To get it from someone who does not know me, but who has gotten me through so much, was really incredible. I started tearing up and apologising for being emotional and he was so reassuring, reiterating that it had been a long night and it was okay to be emotional and he was glad he and his silly little band had done so much for me. Art was delivered, he loved it—and apparently John (and Da Ve??? I’m in on a secret I guess) are going to be back for the Detroit show or at least there, so he promised to deliver them then. My extra print of his was signed, and so was my setlist! Also I got a hug and some very cute photos. Just truly the sweetest, most down-to-earth gem of a man with the most shockingly calming presence. We all knew he was pretty special, all the guys are, but in person he’s really something else. Thank you again, Dick/Tyler (bc we love the persona but the man himself is just a good guy) and if you ever see this, I promise I’m not crazy and I’m not attempting to clone you in my basement—you just genuinely are my hero. Please don’t push yourself too hard on this tour; we all love you and want you to take care of yourself. ❤️

Anyway. If you read the end of this welcome back to our regularly scheduled nonsense on this blog. I’ll be doing a lot of social media stuff once I quit my job so I can get serious about building up my platforms and working on art and design stuff, so stay on the lookout for that! LOTS of art coming soon. Selfship and fandom friends, I have some amazing new stuff coming out, including some cool commission options you’ve never seen before. Also going to attempt this TikTok thing I guess.

Glad to be back and I missed you all! I hope my mental health will be better once I can focus on working creatively, the way I need to. Love you all! ❤️