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Pantalone’s love language is most definitely Gift Giving.. He loves spoiling you, getting you big and fluffy blankets and the softest sweaters. You wanna eat out? He’s taking you to the fanciest restaurant there is! He also loves when you give him things, even if they don’t have much monetary value he cherishes them!

Oh, but then you give him things you made yourself and he MELTS. He holds whatever you made for him, wether it be something small like a drawing or you made jewelry with your own two hands for him he just stares at it dumbfounded.

You made that? For him? He fucking loses it. Holds it close to his chest n gives you a little smile, he opens his eyes and you can just see pure appreciation and love behind them.

If it’s something he can wear like clothing or jewelry he will wear it on very special occasions and is very careful to not ruin it. If even so much as a scratch or stain appears on your gift he will be devastated. If it’s a little keepsake or trinket like pottery, wood carving, a painting or drawing, really anything he can’t wear, he’s gonna have it framed or put on a pedestal.

Imagine you try wood carving or pottery and ur like “its not very good :((“ And give it to Pantalone and he puts it on a shelf in his office or like a center piece somewhere. Like he doesn’t care if it has little monetary value, you made it and gave to him, so now he’s gonna treat it like its made of pure gold.

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UGH REALLLL I'M CRYING 😭❤️❤️🥺 Hehe Pantalone is the literal embodiment of gift giving, he adores both giving and receiving!! No one can outdo him!! He is always so attentive when it comes to giving gifts too, he always listens to you even when you think he isn't... he's always thinking about how to make your life more comfortable and happy... really you don't have to be shy about asking for stuff you (even though you probably always will be) he's more than happy to spoil you :)

He truly loves receiving gifts from you, especially when it's handmade. Because for him, that's like, one of the ultimate displays of love you could ever present to him. Since you are putting so many things into it for him - time, energy, skill, materials, etc - that just shows him how much you really love him. Because you really don't need to do all that for him, he's content with just you alone, but going out of your way to try and show your appreciation and love for him?? He's really whipped for that kind of stuff ;( The emotions Pantalone shows you when you shyly present him your gift, which you might be a bit embarrassed about since it's not the best, are only a fraction of what he feels. When you're not around he just sits and glides his fingers over the gift and smiles to himself a lot 😭 Ugh him taking care of your little gifts with the utmost attention... you're confused as to why he even likes it that much? It's nowhere as good as a professional, and surely he could afford someone to do it far better... but he literally does not care. You made that and to him it's priceless!! Ugh him being heartbroken over your gift being damaged and you're just like 'bby i'll make a new one for you dw' and he just. Loves you so much. You're willing to go through all this again for him?? Let him kiss you right now.

The only issue is that when you decide to gift him something, he feels that it's necessary to return the favor much harder... he just needs you to feel the extent of his appreciation.

[jui-imouto-chan]

Arranged Marriage AU ———-> Chapter 3

[Chapter 1] | [Chapter 2]

More of the AU based off of @eeirien ‘s lovely moodboard!

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Not gonna lie, I really love those kinda asshole-ish characters that pretend to be nice and charming until they’re out of public. But then you get super close with them and realize that they‘re nice and charming among other things, but it’s all buried under protective layers of sarcasm and coldness.

I kinda just made RK900 into Syaoran Li. So Connor...is Sakura...

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Imagining Connor in Sakura’a clothes... that’s... fuckin cute...

*****I said those things before I finished writing the chapter, maybe he’s not as much of a dick as I originally thought. Fuck, I suck.

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After they’ve gotten a good block away, hidden in the shadows of early evening, Connor finally finds it in himself to wriggle in his husband’s grasp, kicking his legs. The taller puts him down, and Connor is thankful for the cool breeze brushing against his heated cheeks and ears.

“We can end our act here, then?” his spouse says quietly, monotonous.

Connor nods, blush finally abating as he decreases his proximity with the other. His husband pulls a phone from his pocket, tapping at the screen.

An automated vehicle approaches their location less than two minutes later, so Connor is lead to believe that his spouse had called it over on his phone. They enter, Connor dragging the bottom of his dress further in when the doors start closing behind him. Connor can barely feel the car take off, smoothly moving onto the road. His husband is the one to break the silence.

“Your luggage has already arrived at our home,” Connor’s heart jumps at the wording—‘our home’. He’d always been a hopeless romantic, and that fact has come to bite him in the ass. “I‘ll order a second bed for the bedroom once we arrive; it will likely be delivered by tomorrow afternoon, at the latest.”

Connor can’t help but notice how clipped his husband’s tone is.

...Connor realizes that he still doesn’t know his ‘romantic’ partner’s name. The latter thought takes priority to the former, so Connor decides to say, “I’d never actually gotten your name.”

His husband’s eyes leave the screen to stare at him with disbelief.

“You don’t know my name.” He says, when Connor doesn’t immediately add anything afterwards. “...You’re joking, right?”

The two of them sit in silence for a moment, staring at one another, before his husband’s shoulders start shaking, a smile struggling to remain contained before his husband gives in and bursts out into a fit of chuckles.

“It’d be polite to at least tell me what it is!” Connor’s cheeks are pink again, though it’s from indignant embarrassment rather than from near-intimacy with a handsome stranger like earlier.

His husband’s laughter finally subsides, the other still smiling—no, smirking—in amusement. Connor hates the warm fuzziness in his stomach that the look causes.

“It’s rather interesting that you hadn’t cared enough to look me up prior to our wedding, despite knowing you’d be legally bound to me.”

Connor sputters, trying to come up with an excuse and failing. Strange, he’s usually more eloquent than this—then again, as his time around Markus had proven, he flounders around attractive people.

“Can’t you just tell me?”

“Hmm...” What the hell kind of response is that?! “...No.”

“What am I supposed to call you, then? Reporters will ask me questions about the love of my life and all I’ll be able to answer with will be an, ‘I don’t know—he never told me.’ No, I’m not about to ruin my father’s reputation like that—Actually, fuck you, I’m going to search it up.”

Connor moves a hand to his pants pocket and suddenly realizes he isn’t wearing pants. He doesn’t have pockets. He doesn’t have his phone. His hands pat all over his body, as if the device would be hanging off of his dress somehow, but panic settles in as he inevitably finds nothing.

His husband laughs at him again, making Connor fume. “This isn’t funny!”

“No, no, I think it is.”

”You’ve only talked with me about nine times, and you’ve already made me hate you.” Connor crosses his arms and turns away.

He’s silent for a moment, thinking, then his face lights up. “Yes, that’s perfect!” he mutters to himself happily.

The husband expects Connor to elaborate, but Connor only smiles proudly to himself while remaining silent.

The remainder of the drive is uneventful, and they arrive at their new shared residence after only ten or so minutes. They remove themselves from the vehicle and make for the door, Connor being the one to cut through the quiet this time.

“So, Nines, should I just sleep on a couch?”

“If you’d pref—Nines?” Connor grins at his perplexed look.

“Since you won’t tell me your name, I thought I’d use a nickname. It makes sense for couples to have terms of endearment for their partners, no?”

‘Nines’ raises an eyebrow, “How are you going to explain the term to the press?”

Connor puts on a look of fake adoration, stepping closer to him and wrapping an arm around his back, gluing himself to Nines’ side.

“It took nine encounters,” he says dramatically, acting as though he’s speaking with a reporter, “for him to confess his love to me. Not only that, but, with him, I feel like I’m always on cloud nine. Isn’t it a fitting name?”

Nines looks down at Connor, unimpressed and bemused. “Are you finished with your theatrics?”

“Now where did the charming man I’d married go?” Connor pouts good-naturedly.

“The man you don’t know the name of? Sorry, we left him behind at the wedding party. Along with your cellphone.” The door to their house opens up once Nines glances up at a camera above it.

Connor laughs as Nines shoves him into the house, and maybe the alcohol from earlier is coming back to make everything a little more pleasant.

Nines grabs Connor’s wrist to lead him up the stairs, but when Connor stumbles over the wedding dress still on his body, Nines rolls his eyes and curses before bending down to toss Connor over his shoulder.

Connor kicks his legs, much like he had when trying to escape the bridal carry earlier, though his struggles lessen once the two of them are moving up the stairs. Nines’ hand rests on the curve of his bottom, Connor’s upper half hanging behind his back; Nines pats Connor’s backside thoughtfully before nodding to himself and entering a room not too far down the hall from the stairs.

Connor gets tired of kicking after a short while of kicking and lets himself hang there, counting how many tiles pass underneath them idly before ultimately alipping his shut.

And that’s the moment Nines tosses him onto the bed. Connor bounces on the cushy mattress, blinking rapidly in surprise with a yelp. His dress skirt had risen on his legs, showing off the well-toned but upsettingly soft legs Nines had been privy to the sight of while surrounded by tipsy wedding guests and family members.

Connor stares owlishly as Nines moves over to a wardrobe, Connor’s luggage set neatly beside it. Instead of rummaging through—Connor’s immensely grateful for that, there are some things in there that he wouldn’t want anyone to find but himself—Nines reaches into the wardrobe and tugs a shirt off of a hanger, tossing it at Connor unexpectedly.

“Get changed, its time to sleep.”

Connor holds the shirt confusedly, watching as Nines grabs himself a shirt and a pair of extremely nice sweatpants before turning towards a bathroom Connor hadn’t realized has been there.

Connor spends a good minute sitting on the bed, staring dumbly at the shirt in his hands. Eventually, he distractedly reaches behind himself to unzip his dress, but he finds himself unable to get a good hold of the zipper.

“You still haven’t changed yet?” Nines asks as he exits the bathroom, the embodiment of casual and comfortable in his sleepwear. Connor can’t wait to join him, but first, he has to win the war against the dress that refuses to come off.

Nines rolls his eyes.

“Would you like some assistance?” Connor reluctantly nods. Nines sighs, as if he hadn’t offered, and moves to sit behind him, long fingers pinching the zipper between the tips and then pulling down in a languid stroke. Like an artist dragging a paintbrush across a canvas.

Markus.

Connor wants to delve into the lovely fantasy of being married to the attractive barista, Markus being the one to help him take off the dress, perhaps with intentions other than for sleeping, warm hands radiating heat onto his body—Connor’s face has already reddened, but then Nines’ cool fingers interrupt his fantasy as they move to push the dress off of his shoulders and down his arms and Connor is sure he looks like the strawberries that had adorned their wedding cake.

As soon as the dress is pooled over Connor’s waist, Nines gets up and steps away from the bed, back turned to Connor. Connor quickly pulls Nines’ shirt over his exposed torso before shimmying out of the dress, carefully pulling the bottom of the shirt to cover his lower half and thighs.

Nines peeks over his shoulder, relaxing once he finds that Connor is covered, sweeping the dress into his arms and moving to hang it up.

Connor, in the meantime, scoots backwards towards the pillows, tucking his feet under the covers and then moving the rest of his body beneath. He sighs happily at the warmth.

Nines makes to leave the room, turning off the light and opening the door, but Connor finds himself not wanting to be alone in such a new environment.

“I thought I was going to sleep on the couch?” he says tiredly.

Nines looks away, but Connor can see tiredness in his eyes and face. “You seem comfortable, you can stay there. I might as well get some work done and rest in my office.”

Connor feels almost tempted to allow the man to do so, but the thought is fleeting— “I’d be more comfortable if I had a familiar face nearby.” he admits nervously.

Nines sighs, but he strides towards the bed, hesitantly lifting the covers. “I only met you today; you qualify that as ‘familiar’?”

“Technically, we’re husbands, so more than familiar, you’re familial.” Connor shuffles to the side to make a bit more room, Nines slowly sliding in beside him. Connor turns over to make the other more comfortable.

“Whatever you say, wifey.” Nines’ arms wind around his waist slowly—Connor is sure that the other is doing his best to make sure Connor is alright with what he’s doing.

“Don’t call me that.” Connor taps a forearm scoldingly. They move away, but Connor keeps them in place.

Nines’ front is against his back, warmth pressing into his skin despite the coolness of Nines’ hands. Breath ghosts over his neck, sending a minute shiver down his spine. “Wifey.” Nines whispers conspiratorially.

Connor rolls his eyes and scoffs, closing them with a dry smile. “Can we sleep already?”

“Goodnight.” he says.

“Goodnight.”

They lapse into quiet,

“...Wifey.”

Connor muffles his “Fuck you,” into the pillow, smiling lightly as Nines laughs softly.

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Confront Yourself Ch.3

Chapter 3

When I entered my dream state I was in the middle of an extremely long road but it had no traffic. it seemed to stretch on forever on either end. I stood in the middle, all by myself wondering how I got here, but before I could ponder further cars began to pour out of no where. They whirled around me at amazing speeds. There was no way I could cross now. What was going on? How had it been dead silent and then all of a sudden cars rushing by at 50 and 60 miles per hour on what looked to be a road out in the middle of nowhere. Was I dreaming? I couldn't tell, to be honest. I continued to gaze around at the cars trying to come up with an escape plan that didn't involve me getting flattened. I felt rather sick as I looked around at the cars. They made me feel dizzy. I felt very weak and began to collapse to my knees. I felt my vision blur and my legs go numb. I fall and my head slams against the median that I stood on. My eyes opened and closed slowly. All I saw at first were tires whizzing by, then suddenly I see a figure on the other side of the road. I couldn't make the Person out very well. But I did notice basic toned clothes as well as long rather shaggy brownish hair. they began to approach me. I could better make out the Person now, but I only saw Them for a split second. The Form came to me quickly, grabbed me, and took me away from the cars. I caught a few glimpses but nothing very revealing. I never saw Their face, therefore I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman. But they were strong. I could tell we had been walking awhile by the fact that They changed pace and then finally They laid me down. My head was still seriously messed up and my eyes hurt very badly. I never saw Their face but I believe it was a man. I lay there rather in pain but I began to fade into my memories. I saw myself going to church, being baptized, my parents and grandparents were so proud. I remember dressing up and being in Sunday School. Easter, Christmas, Wednesdays, Sundays, with and sometimes without my grandparents. Several different churches. Different pastors. Different messages. Same hypocrisy. I never really found a church that was my own. It wasn't that I had a big problem with religion. In fact to this very day church it intrigues me but lies and deceit piss me off. I don't like that pastors drive bmws while people hurt who put their faith in the church. Then sadly the church doesn't in turn care for them when they need it but rather they cause you even more problems. You put Faith in these so proclaimed Messengers of God only to find that they are like everyone else. Selfish, rude, arrogant, ignorant, intolerant, uninformed, not trust worthy, unreliable, just down right the polar opposite of what they should be. I'm all for people gathering and discussing religion and praising their God/gods, but you should practice what you so proudly preach on Sunday mornings everyday of your pathetic life. I could see all the times I had ever been impacted by religion or a religious experience. They were so nice. I mean come on, none of us want to be told what to do by an entity. But if you are going to be told what to do, you would probably prefer someone who actually had your best interests at heart right? I know I would and it seemed to me that this God person did that. He just wanted His people to be taken care of. He made a set of rules because as a people we have to have laws and order to function. If its anarchy then no one is happy because people aren't safe and there's more stress then need be. We even agree as a society that these rules are needed; people don't think about it though. We use them all day long. Think about it. Rule One: Thou shalt have no other god before me. Now, I hear you. But we actually subconsciously and consciously do this. For those people (like me) who agree that people should be left to decide what they want to follow and believe, we do it consciously. Then the others that do it subconsciously are the ones who don't use His name to swear because it makes them uncomfortable or mild things like that. But we all have our own way of recognizing God. Even if we don't think about it and yes of course there are those select few who give absolutely no recognition, but what about the people that have no reason to and yet they do. That's what strikes me odd. Okay anyway moving on to Rule Two and Three: no graven image/ don not use His name in vain. The vain part goes back to what I said before. I lump graven image in with the subconscious people most because even people who aren't religious still tend to not have things in their house that would elude to such matters as pagan or deity worship because they know inwardly that its wrong. Any man who bows before a material statue is weak in my opinion. I would never place faith in a man made object. Its not holy therefore why believe it can do holy things. Its common sense, which isn't so common anymore. So on to Rule Four: keep the Sabbath holy. Most people recognize the Sabbath as Sunday. And most jobs don't have people work Sunday. Most business' are closed on Sunday, because we at one time sought to be a nation governed by morals and principles we took from the Bible. But now a days hardly anyone wants anything to do with religion or religious practices, such as going to church. I don't believe that going to church saves you, I do however believe that it is good to be around like minded people and to be honest religious people aren't as scary as you think. The times I did go and still go to now had big impacts on my life and I want people to understand that church can be a good thing if you don't read so far into it. Granted the people that make up the church aren't always that great, don't give up because one sinner failed to be perfect in your eyes. It is of course soul crushing but you cant let it tear you from Him. He will guide and keep you all of your days if you let Him. But I'm not a preacher so lets move on to Rule Five: honor your father and mother. We all strive to follow this as best we can because from an early infantile age we are trained to understand that our parents are the ones who give us everything we have and we must respect them. 'They brought us in and could take us out' was the favorite phrase of my parents. Our parents make us strong and confident and ultimately productive members of society. This is why when children try to raise children it ends terribly. Its not a good practice. You must have a certain amount of experience and tact before you undergo the life long challenge of raising a human. They are very messy and needy, and will be connected to you until the day you die or they do, which ever comes first. Hopefully the parent out lives the child, because there is nothing more devastating then the loss of a child. I only knew of one woman personally who had undergone that very trauma. She was never the same, though she is raising three beautiful and bright kids despite the depression that plagues her. She is one of the strongest people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. I hope one day she is at peace and can rest knowing that her angelic son is laying on a cloud watching his brother and sisters play beneath him. Rule Six: Thou shalt not kill. This ones easy, why do we have it as a law if it isn't something that should be enforced? Moving on to Rule Seven: Don not commit Adultery. What is adultery exactly? Voluntary sexual intercourse between a married person and a person who is not his or her spouse. We all know how awful and hurtful this is. Therefore we move on to Rule Eight and Nine: Do Not Steal or Lie. Obviously. and finally Rule Ten: Don't Covet. Be content with what He had given You. As I slowly came back to reality and sat up in my bed, I realized that I had finally confronted my issues with "the rules" of being a Christian. I was already feeling more at Peace. I laid back down and got a good nights rest and returned to my Dreamality.

Here for your reading pleasure, the book i set the dead line for in my last post.  ~Shae xoxo

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Mark Cuban and 24 other leaders

The sooner children study a way to manipulate and save money, the better off they will be.

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As a part of a month-lengthy economic literacy software prepared with the aid of the CEE, 25 a success leaders and professionals, which includes billionaire tech investor Mark Cuban, shared their first-class money-saving tip. The aim of the month-lengthy social media effort changed into to encourage younger humans to begin thinking about how to control their money.

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Successfully Selling Silver on eBay – Article Two – Hallmarks, Maker’s Marks, Standards, and More

In Article One I mentioned the possibilities for savvy eBay dealers inside the growing investor market for antique and collectible silver. The many forms of marks on these goods may be confusing, however, regularly resulting in poorly described listings. One can be confident that at least 30% of the 12-15,000 weekly listings within the ‘Antiques-Sterling’ class can have inaccurate or misleading descriptions. The resulting consumer confusion and uncertainty reasons negative selling prices, misplaced sales and seller credibility problems.

In this text, eBayers will discover ways to pick out and recognize

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Cuban Women – How to Taste the Forbidden Fruit of International Dating

Cuba is an island kingdom wrapped around rumors, intrigue and the hypnotic pull of a forbidden paradise. The U.S. Embargo may additionally have been disastrous on Cuba’s economy however it created a vacuum.

Time has stood still in this tiny united states of America of huge spirit. The values, traditions, and circle of relatives focused-ness of the Cuban people are exactly those, most folks long for in present day “modern-day” global. circle of relatives is the focal point; love, care, and affection run wild and grow anywhere. The unity made from melancholy has given delivery to a unique woman.

The Cuban female is born on a tropical island with its sensual rhythms

The push and pull of the sea and caressing Caribbean breezes. Sexiness is as natural to her as breathing. And because of the financial situations, she has found out to be wise, imaginative, appreciative of what certainly matters and swish in all she does.

The ladies of Cuba have grown to be recognized (through those in the understand) to be the maximum succulent, fashionable angels on planet Earth. Those girls make the right partner, pal, lover, mom, and spouse.

A “Cubanita” as women from Cuba are recognized, is a savage in the bedroom, or anyplace else she takes you to feed her carnal appetite. She is a pristine woman in public, a chef of the best quality within the kitchen. An excursion depressures in her chosen profession and an intoxicating mate at all times. In essence, the vacuum created in Cuba has bred what a few can also recall being the perfect female.

But, the trouble for lots men has been the way to meet and date These distinct creatures.

The Huge Task

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For men from the U.S., The concept of going to Cuba represents a Federal Offense. For guys from different international locations which includes Canada and Australia, t is a voyage to a abnormal, unknown vicinity the media has made out to be an lively warfare area.

but why must any government or media hype preserve you from locating the girl of your desires? With ultra-modern advances in technology there’s little motive to let them.

The Need To DEVELOP Future Leaders

Irrespective of how excellent, and/ or effective cutting-edge management may be, until and/ or unless, an organization emphasizes growing destiny leaders, it’s going to locate itself challenged, to keep viability or sustainability. Even though this can sound obviously, basic and/ or rudimentary, I have found, in the course of my 4 a long time of figuring out, qualifying, education, growing and consulting to lots of actual and/ or capability leaders, few groups keep in mind it the priority, it should be! One of the primary duties of an effective, significant chief, is conceiving of, developing, developing and imposing a applicable, sustainable machine, which ought to have, as considered one of its center priorities, growing destiny leaders, who would possibly carry the organisation forward, efficaciously, within the future. Consequently, this article will speak the need to Expand destiny leaders.

1. Dreams; dig in: Colourful, crucial visions bring about Dreams

But best while Desires transform to significant dreams, are most others attracted to the reason! maintain your Dreams, but persevere and persist, and dig in, so you can address and overcome demanding situations and boundaries, as opposed to letting perceived troubles bury you!

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4. Empathy: By no means be one of those

My manner or the motorway, type of leaders! Take some time, and prioritize your efforts, to consistently listen efficaciously, and find out what your components care most deeply approximately, their needs, priorities, and desires, in addition to their perceptions. whilst this turns into your constant behavior, you turns into capable of proceeding with the sort of empathy, which pulls, in preference to disparages!

5. Learning; appearance – beforehand: A real chief must be continuously Gaining knowledge of, and concurrently teaching and growing. Get others worried, and appearance beforehand to the future desires, and do not forget who would possibly first-class serve the group, into the future!

    Originally posted 2016-08-28 04:33:34.