#battery take 15 minutes for charging

[naycelium]

How do you achieve you distinctive style? Is it vector art?

Thanks for asking! So i draw with my finger on Sketchbook Autodesk on a laggy 5 year old phone (0: heres my process: i start with a 5000 x 5000 square canvas, mirror tool and a sketchy pencil, I sketch out the rough draft of a character until it looks about right.. Then i start the redraw process, I make it transparent, and start a new layer, I layer each shape like cutout construction paper.. I draw the outline of the torso in the color I want to use, fill it in, and then start a new layer, draw the outline of the legs, fill, new layer, arms, head, hair etc.. Then i go through with little details, separating lines, fur fluff, scales, face, etc.. So basically a lot of layering of solid color shapes on top of each other! Someday I will screen record a full piece when i can get around to it.. Hope this helps somehow !

[elliesmainhoe]

need ellie to take care of me drunk desperately

i love your writing 😭

Rescue Remedy

e.williams x fem!reader

summary: you call Ellie to come and rescue you from a bar after having a few too many drinks

warnings: alcohol, cigarettes, mentions of hangovers, slurred speech, drunk crying, fluff.

just realized this is basically a self insert vent post of a very similar situation I've been in LMAO

WC 1K

DAY 4 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER

you were relieved when the familiar beaten up Ford focus pulled up beside you. you'd been sitting on the curb for almost 15 minutes- tear stained cheeks, smudged glitter and mascara as your body shook and jittered from both the cold Seattle night and the mixture of cigarette smoke and alcohol causing the most humbling case of hiccups you think you've ever had.

"Ells!" you whined, a new flood of tears streaming from your eyes at the sight of your night in shining armour- your girlfriend.

"c'mon sweet girl" she huffed, hair thrown up messily in the usual half up, half down style, clad in red and black checkered pyjama pants, black hoodie that was splattered with paint topped off with the obnoxious lime green crocks you'd gotten her for her one Christmas, of course decked out in charms shed collected over the past few months.

before you could even process it you were sitting in the passenger seat, leather seats sticking to your sweat glazed skin, and sobs turning to hiccups.

this had been the worst night out you'd had since your 21st. and as soon as the car revved and moved down the road, Ellie's hand pressed firmly on your bare thigh, the fabric of your dress not long enough to cover the majority of your thigh.

"what happened sweet girl?" oh and by that one question, it's like Ellie had opened a flood gate.

firstly, you got to the club of choice after having to walk almost a mile from where your designated driver had parked, accompanied by a couple of friends. after queuing on the curb for almost thirty minutes, you reached the front of the queue and then promptly realized you had left you purse. with your id. in the car. a mile away.

so after you'd trekked all the way to the car, retrieving your purse and id, getting back to the club, queuing for another 30 minutes, on your own this time- as your friends who had not forgotten their id decided to go in and leave you to sort your shit out.

let's just say you were already a little pissed off.

secondly, you got in the club and it stunk. not just of sweat and booze, but piss. fucking piss. and to top that all off you couldn't find your friends so- you did what any other sane person would do and ordered shots.

shots that were actually doubles, but of course you hadnt realized that until way too late.

which leads into the final stage of the night, your head being deep in a grimy toilet bowl, knees bruised from having to kneel on tiles that were not grouted properly and pieces of them shot out and cut at your skin.

and by that point you had gotten out your phone, which was now on 7% charge because you had offers to use your GPS and it drained all your battery, and was a blubbering mess on call with your girlfriend.

you would later have to retell the story again, as apparently according to Ellie- she couldn't understand a word you were saying, just nodding along in a desperate attempt to keep you awake long enough to get a glass of water and a slice of toast down you.

it must have been during your tangent when you'd gotten home, as when you finally finished your incoherent mumbling you were sitting on the beat up leather couch of yours and Ellie's apartment, a couch you'd hated as soon as you moved in, but Ellie had a weird attachment to so it stayed in it's place, the first thing you saw when you entered the home.

Ellie was kneeling in front of you, sitting between your thighs and facing you, holding up a large glass of water,

"sip baby" she spoke softly, to which you groaned.

"do- do- I haveeeeeee to?" you whined, batting your eyelashes in an attempt to distract your girlfriend "jus' wan' sleep"

"you can sleep after you drink that." after another groan you took a sip of the glass of water- admittedly, it was refreshing, however you still gagged to prove a point.

"good girl" she purred, standing up and kissing your forehead, moving over to the cabinet to grab a packet of pills.

"fuck off"

she laughs, moving back with a small white pill in the palm of her hand, to which you begrudgingly take after Ellie promises to take you to get ice cream the day after.

you felt your eyelids droop once more, you couldn't tell if it was sleep, or just your false eyelashes becoming suddenly very heavy, you whine "'m tired ells..."

"alright I hear you, c'mon baby" she sighs, leaving a half eaten piece of toast on the coffee table, one arm supporting your back and the other under your knees as she made her way to your bedroom, plopping you on the mattress and you sigh, already drifting to sleep before you screech at the feeling of something wet in your face.

"hey- hey" Ellie laughs, "I'm just taking off your makeup baby, just taking off your makeup", she smiles, dragging a cotton pad across your skin, taking off the creams and powders you had applied previously, smudged mascara coming off with it.

Ellie was thankful you'd taken off your clothes as soon as you stepped foot into the apartment saying something which she thinks was "dresses like these are modern day torture devices"- but with the way you slur your words when drunk she could never be sure, leaving you just in your underwear, making her job a whole lot easier.

trying to maneuver you, who had now dropped on the mattress like a deadweight, would've been a too strenuous task for 3am.

after discarding the used wipes and pulling your hair back into a very messy ponytail, Ellie scooted in beside you, the mattress sinking as you unconsciously snuggle in closer, head nuzzling into the girls neck, her hand going around to caress your back, soothing you into an easy sleep.

the hangover tomorrow was going to be horrible.

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The third time I've tried to write this, I almost gave up 🥰

[litfiction]

oneshot stolen charger 🪫

pairing — paige bueckers x fem!reader

content & warnings — "arguing because paige stole your charger" , only playful arguing!

word count: 1k , notes @ the end (something fun!)

“Has anyone seen my charger?” You walked into your living room where some of your and Paige’s friends were gathered. Most people shook their heads no, some replying out loud. You sighed. Your phone was down to 5% and starting to lag.

You had felt around for it on your bed when the 20% battery warning popped up in the middle of watching your show but left it when you couldn’t find it. 20% was okay for now. When you got the 10% warning you felt around more thoroughly, even checking under your bed thinking maybe it had fallen when you moved around to get comfortable.

Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t there. Frustration started to set in when you searched all over your room to no avail, your phone battery quickly draining to 8%.

It wasn’t on your nightstand, it hadn’t been plugged into the outlet at your desk. You vividly remember taking it back to your room after charging your phone in the bathroom to let it play your music while you showered earlier.

After going out to your dorm’s common area you searched the outlets behind couches and through the clutter on the kitchen counters which showed no results. Literally where could it possibly be?

It’s not like your charger has legs and skedaddled off when you needed it.

Or maybe it’s just really good at hide and seek because now your phone was at 3% and you still have no clue where your damn charger could be. You’ve looked in all the obvious places.

Well, maybe except for one.

You quickly pace towards Paige’s door, leaning close to it to hear what she was doing inside before knocking. “Come in,” the blonde’s voice came a moment later.

You opened the door to see KK and Jana scrolling on KK’s phone. Your figure had appeared in the background and they had seen this, gesturing you over to show you off to the live.

“Hey girl! The live wants to see you,” KK smiled brightly. You momentarily forget about the search for your runaway phone charger to greet the people on KK’s live.

You squeeze between KK and Jana so that you’re all in frame before waving and saying hi quickly before turning to the girls on your sides to ask them if they’ve seen your charger.

Jana shakes her head no, followed by KK’s “Negative”.

“Seriously? I’ve been looking for like 10 minutes!” You sigh, exasperatedly.

The people in the live chat laughing at your frustration, some empathizing with your pain. You looked down and your phone was down to 1%. It was a losing battle and you’d just let it die at this point.

Doesn’t mean you don’t still need your charger.

You stand up straight from your bent position between Jana and KK, your face being cropped out of frame. Your head swivels to look at Paige and ask her if she’s seen the cord.

She’s sitting up on her bed, legs stretched out with one crossed over the other, her back against the wall. She wasn’t paying attention, her eyes glued to her phone, occasionally laughing quietly at something funny she happens to see while scrolling.

Your eyes meet her figure before flicking to what’s in her hand. Her phone, on charge, using your charger. The very thing you’ve been looking for for almost 15 minutes by this point.

“Paige!” You demand. She looks up from her phone to look at you, her expression calm but confused. “Yes?” She responds obliviously. “You stole my charger!”

She looks back down and then drags her gaze back up to you with a sheepish smile. “Give it back!” You demand again, putting your hand out for her to return your charger. She shakes her head immediately. “No! I’m using it now!” Paige retorts. You groan, “You always do this! You always steal my stuff and then refuse to give it back to me when I ask for it back!”

“Ok first of all, you didn’t ask, you demanded. Second, you can’t just wait until I’m done using it?” She questions you like she’s the one in the right. You glare at her. “I demanded it because you stole it, and no, I can’t wait this time because my phone is dead and I just wanna watch my show!”

By this point, KK and Jana (and even some people in the living room) aren’t paying attention to what they’re doing. Even the live was invested in this argument. KK was quietly snickering while Jana just watched this unfold.

“C’monnnn,” Paige whined. “Just give me 5 more minutes!”

You shook your head adamantly. “No Paige, I need my charger now.”

“How did you even get it? I had it in my room. And why? You have your own charger, Paige, do you not?” You deadpanned.

Paige just shrugs at you. “Aubrey needed a charger so I offered her mine but then I needed to charge but Aubrey wasn’t at a good enough percentage so I took yours. I just grabbed it from your nightstand while you were in the bathroom.”

You roll your eyes. Of course she had. “Ok well, time’s up! Hand it over.” She makes puppy dog eyes at you, making you roll your eyes at her again. “That hasn’t worked for you before, it won’t work now.”

She leans her head back against the wall and sighs before unplugging the base of your charger from her wall and crawling on her bed towards where you stood at the edge of it to place the cord in your outstretched hand.

You shoot her a sarcastic smile before thanking her and walking back out to your bedroom. Finally, you can watch your show in peace.

You enter your room and head to your closet to grab your favorite sweater.

But when you open your closet doors expecting to see the fluffy bundle sitting in an organizer just at eye level, it wasn’t there.

Then you register what Paige had been lounging in.

You were too busy to notice it hanging off her shoulders. You throw your head back exasperatedly then yell towards her door. And you swear you hear her snicker with KK.

🔖 — i feel somewhat ashamed that this is the longest work i have on here.. also hi again! i haven't written in a bit because i haven't had any ideas :( my requests are open if anyone wants to send something in! anyway, this is day one of something i've decided to try! for july i'm gonna pick a prompt from a list i have and write something based on that! i didn't take the list from anywhere i just made it myself. i wanted to do this to just write more and push myself to write stuff with creative freedom since a lot of prompts are quite vague. but yeah! that's my update, sorry this so long oops. hope this was entertaining to some degree, thank you for reading!!

[powderpinkprincess]

Little Dark Age I. [Lando Norris x reader] 18+

description: Lando thought you cut all contact with your dealer, yet he catches him texting you again. warnings: mentions of past substance abuse, a few bad words

You and Lando were invited for lunch with a few of the guys on his team. As usual, he was driving while you settled in the passenger seat, fixing your lipstick in the mirror. He checked his phone, seeing that Oscar had texted him the restaurant's address. Lando has never been there before. He quickly looked it up on Google Maps: it wasn't too far away.

You were already on your way, stopping at a red light when Lando opened the holder between the two seats and rummaged through it. "Damn it," he mumbled. "Can you check the glove compartment? I can't find my charger."

You did as he asked, but you couldn't find it either. "It's not here," you shook your head.

 "Seriously? I swear I put it in there last week-" Lando looked at his phone with a frown as he started driving again after the light turned green. "My battery is on, like, 3%."

 "You didn't charge your phone again?" you raised your eyebrows. He just never learned. You always charged your phone at night, while often, he was just too lazy to plug his in when he was already lying in bed. He simply just charged it while he was doing his morning workout in the gym. However, this morning, he skipped the gym part of his routine, so he forgot to charge his phone as well.

 "Hey, I was busy this morning," he mumbled, then he let out a deep sigh when the phone went off due to low battery. "Ah, goddammit. We still have like 15 minutes until we're there. I'll never make it."

 "Just use mine. Do you remember the address?" you asked, grabbing your phone from your purse.

Lando nodded. "Yep, I do. Thank you, baby," he said as he reached out for the phone. He held it with one hand while he drove with the other, punching in the address on the map.

You rarely used each other’s phone. Both of you knew the password, but only because you saw the other typing the code in so many times. Yet, naturally, each other’s phone was a part of your privacy, and it was fine for the both of you.

He drove in silence, tapping on the steering wheel impatiently when he caught the third red light in a row. He glanced at the GPS again to see which way to turn, but then a WhatsApp notification on your phone came up.

It was Toby.

Lando's eyes darted to the screen, noticing the notification from him, the man who had been selling you drugs for over a year. They locked onto the name, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

He thought you cut all contact with Toby after you quit.

His gaze shifted to you, taking in the way you were staring out the window, completely oblivious to the fact that the notification had just appeared. His mind was racing a million miles per minute, filled with a mix of agitation and concern.

One of Lando's biggest fears was that one day, you would get tempted again and slip back into your old habits. It wasn't only about the addiction itself but about knowing that the thing could be laced with whatever without you being aware of it. And that could kill you so easily.

In that split second, all his rational thoughts, all the logic, were gone. Anger surged within Lando, and a wave of fear washed over him as the notification appeared on the screen. His mind was clouded by a rush of emotions, and before he even realized what he was doing, he swiftly pulled over, the sudden halt causing the tires to screech.

 "What are you doing?" you frowned, turning to look at him.

Lando ignored you, his mind still racing. He couldn't focus on anything other than the fact that he needed to find out what Toby was texting you about. He snatched the phone out of the holder, trying to prevent you from grabbing it back. He was completely ignoring the way your eyes widened in surprise.

 "What are you doing?!" you repeated, this time louder and more forcefully at his unexpected actions.

Lando didn't even turn to look at you, his eyes glued to the phone screen, scanning through the messages. He could feel his heart hammering against his chest, the emotions overwhelming him.

 "I'm trying to understand what you're still doing with this guy," he said after a period of tense silence, his voice tight and low, as he scrolled further up.

 "What, Toby? He just wanted to ask how I was doing." The anger and defensiveness immediately flared up in you. You reached out to snatch back your phone from his hand.

Lando held the phone above his head, away from your reaching hands. "Why the hell would Toby care about how you're doing?" he snapped. "He was basically feeding your addiction for over a year. And now he's suddenly checking up on you? That's bullshit!"

 "Lando! He was a friend! Give me back my phone!" you demanded.

 "A friend, huh?" Lando retorted, still holding the phone out of your reach. "This guy made money off of your addiction, all the while pretending to be your friend. He was taking advantage of you, can't you see that?!"

 "Lando, please! This is so disrespectful! Stop going through my phone, are you crazy? When did I ever do that to you?" Tears of frustration and fear filled your eyes. Your heart was beating out of your chest now. Lando’s anger got through to you.

 "I'm trying to keep you from relapsing!" Lando finally exploded. "You promised me you wouldn't get in touch with that guy again, and now he's texting you out of the blue? Can you even understand how worrying that is to me? Especially since you're obviously keeping it a secret from me!"

 "He doesn't want anything from me," you retorted.

Lando's grip on the phone only tightened further at your response. "And you know this because...?" he asked, his voice dripping with scepticism. "Have you two been talking without me knowing? Because that certainly seems like it, given the fact you didn't even tell me he's texting again."

You didn't respond to that. Toby texted you after you shared a picture on your private Instagram that you would accompany Lando at his home race. Toby saw that you would be in England in two weeks, he liked your picture and texted you. But you were sure he didn't want anything from you, seriously. He didn't mind you getting sober. Why would he? You used to be friends. He didn't want anything bad for you.

Lando's expression darkened at your silence, realizing there was more you weren't telling him. His grip on the phone loosened a little.

 "You haven't answered my question," he said, his tone quieter now. "Have you been talking to Toby behind my back? Or was this the first time since you quit?"

 "He only texted me a few days ago to ask how I was doing," you mumbled, swallowing thickly.

Lando let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "A few days ago, huh?" he said, his tone strained. "Why didn't you tell me about it? I thought we agreed to keep each other informed about anything related to your sobriety."

 "Cause I knew you would hate it," you answered, desperately trying to force back your tears. "This has nothing to do with my sobriety. An old friend just asked how I was doing. There is nothing more to it, I swear."

Lando exhaled deeply, the tension in the car palpable. "Do you realize how this looks from my perspective?" he asked, his voice tight. "You've been sober for three years now, and suddenly this person who used to be a part of your dark past decides to check on you. Of course, I hate it. How am I supposed to believe there's nothing more to it when you're keeping it a secret from me?"

 "There is nothing more to it," you repeated firmly. "I know Toby. There is nothing more to it."

Lando groaned, his frustration evident. "You 'know' Toby, huh? Let me remind you that this is the same guy who was feeding your addiction for a long time without any remorse. Now he's conveniently checking on you just as we're going to England. Don't you find that suspicious at all?"

You shook your head stubbornly. Lando's jaw clenched as he saw the expression on your face. He could see that you were refusing to understand his point of view, and it was driving him crazy.

 "You're not even trying to see my side of this," he said, his voice strained. "I'm not trying to control who you talk to. I'm worried about your safety. Can't you understand that?"

 "We're going to be late for lunch," you replied, crossing your arms in front of your chest. If you kept talking, you would most likely cry, and you didn’t want to arrive to his team looking like a madman.

Lando let out a frustrated huff. "I don't give a damn about being late right now," he said, his grip on your phone in his hand tightening once more. "You need to understand that this is a big deal. You can't just be communicating with this guy behind my back and expect me to be alright with it."

 "I understand that," you looked down.

Lando studied you for a moment, trying to gauge your sincerity. He could sense you were just trying to end the conversation. He closed his eyes briefly, frustration etched on his features.

 "No, I don't think you do," he said, his voice tight. "You're minimizing the situation. I don't want you talking to Toby anymore. Period."

 "Lando, he was just asking how I was doing! Do you expect me to be rude and block him or what?!" Your eyes widened in disbelief.

 "Yes! That's exactly what I expect!" Lando exclaimed, his voice rising in frustration. "Can you not see why this is a problem? Toby is bad news, and you've been clean for so long now. Why do you even feel the need to talk to him?"

 "Cause-" You couldn't finish your sentence. You couldn't give him a good reason.

 "See? You can't think of a good reason," he said, his voice quieter now. "Because there is no good reason."

You didn't reply to that.

Lando ran a hand through his hair again, frustration etched on his features. The car was filled with an uncomfortable silence.

 "Look," he began, his voice a little less tense. "Just delete his number from your phone, alright? Block him. You don't need him in your life."

 "I just miss my old friends sometimes," you whispered. "It's so unfair that when we moved here, you could keep your life from England, but I couldn't keep anything from mine. I had to start everything from nothing."

Lando's expression softened as he heard your words. He had been so focused on how Toby's appearance in your life could trigger a relapse that he hadn't considered the larger picture.

 "I know, baby," he said, his voice gentler now. "It must have been tough for you. But I thought we had built a good life here together. And we made new friends."

You sniffled, wiping your eyes.

Lando reached out hesitantly, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. "I don't want you to feel lonely or isolated," he said softly. "But Toby isn't the solution. You have me, you have Sasha, and you have all the friends we made together. You don't need him."

 "Can we please just go?" you hiccupped. "I don't want to talk about this right now when we're about to meet your team."

Lando's gaze softened, and he nodded. He could see the emotional toll this conversation was taking on you, and he understood that it wasn't the right time to continue.

 "Alright," he said, offering a gentle smile. "We'll talk later, okay? But please, can you at least promise me you'll consider blocking Toby? For my peace of mind, if nothing else."

 "I'll see." You took a tissue from your purse and blew your nose.

Lando sighed, knowing that was as close to a promise as he was going to get at that moment. He leaned back in his seat, his mind still filled with worry. But he decided to focus on the lunch ahead, putting this issue aside for the time being.

find part two here

[phightingheadcanons]

after my food hc submission I started thinking of sleeping headcanons..aha..ha…zzzzzz…

- sleeping 15 hours gets an inphernal a full charge of life energy, but sleeping half of that is enough for them to get through the day

- characters like sword or boombox would prefer being at full energy (boombox especially before a performance)

- meanwhile, some like medkit (pre-disaster) and subspace would use food to boost them instead, because sleep is time wasted when they could be working

> post-disaster medkit is very glad he can sleep now

- it’s kind of dangerous to sleep for so long, especially in playground where I imagine a lot of break-ins happen. sleeping buddies help lessen the risk, where you have someone you trust nearby to get you to safety if anyone attempts anything. in fact, that’s why playground has so many gangs — sleeping buddies turn into sleeping groups turn into…gangs!

- for inphernals who don’t have the joy of a sleeping buddy for whatever reason, it’s common to see them nod off for a minute before shaking themselves awake, like they’re constantly on 1% battery. this can also be said for shuriken because he doesn’t get enough sleep, poor guy

- it’s kind of considered a weak move to attack someone while they’re asleep, like you’re a coward for not being able to face them head on. this deters mostly everyone, and it’s not taboo or anything, just something to make fun of

- creative inphernals with creative gears can use them in creative ways to creatively get people to think twice before attacking them in their sleep

> vine staff could create a cage of thorns around herself, boombox could play a 10 hour scary noises playlist on his gear, katana could…stand menacingly with his sword unsheathed..!! (not saying it would happen, just using them as examples)

- rocket, previously being in a probably really dangerous environment, needed a long time before he was comfortable enough to sleep more than 30 minutes because, yk, he was always on guard. and even then, it was a while before he felt safe enough to take his finger off his gear’s trigger while he was asleep

> zuka likely experienced this too in his younger years

- the deities (+ banhammer) do not need sleep, though they could if they wanted to

- dom and valk need sleep however, but they’re so busy they don’t get more than 5 hours a night

you don’t have to tag everyone here cuz most of these were just small inclusions, but yeah this was fun to think about

— 🪐💥 anon

nuh uh tagging everyone is an art form by now I should make (thinking for a moment) an AP course for this

[itreference]

give me canon losers' phone battery please

Ben - 86% I think he would keep it decently average.

Beverly - 93% she probably wouldn't be on her phone a lot due to father but she also takes a lot of pictures with the Losers so possibly 74%

Bill - 64% hardly charges his phone and when he does it's probably at like 4%

Eddie - 90% he either doesn't have a phone or is only allowed like 15 minutes a day

Mike - 65-100%, he doesn't spend much time on his phone because he's helping his grandfather around the farm, but when he is it's probably with the Losers

Richie - 0-25% he has no patience for his phone to charge whatsoever

Stanley - maybe in the 80-90%, spends most of his time reading. When he is on his phone it's because he is bored and has absolutely nothing to do but doom scroll.

[plaguedocboi]

Events today (????)

Woke up

Checked phone

Battery is at 35%

My charger is broken af and I guess it wasn’t plugged in Exactly The Right Way so it didn’t charge last night

That’s annoying but whatever, I’ll charge it in my car on the way to work

Re-plug the charger in, charges while I get ready

Battery is at like 45%

Scroll through tumblr for 15 minutes

Oh it’s Mtuesday, I must reblog the snail

Put phone in my pocket, get all my shit together, go out to car

Take phone out to plug it into car charger

It’s at 84%

What

How???

Conclusion: Moon Snail Mtuesday charged my phone. Thank you, Atlas

[armpirate]

Kalla | Choi San || Chapter 26

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Pairings: CEO!San x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: dom!San, sub!reader, voyeourism, use of sex toys, bondage, dirty talk, BDSM, exhibitionism, rough sex.

Summary: She was surprised by how fast her life went from the perfect fairytale to the destructive mess it had turned into. Dealing with a cheater ex boyfriend, having to move out to a different place because the house she lived in belonged to that man she once dreamed of spending the rest of her life with, while continuously being underappreciated at work... It was as if life was telling her to stop dreaming big, to go back to her small town, Bibury, and help her parents run the small farm her family had owned for decades.

At least until she received a call from her friend.

A sudden vacancy as an assistant showed up on one of her friend's system, having her being encouraged to take that big step and apply for it. She had no hopes for it. Mainly because she didn't have any experience on the field, and she didn't comply with most of the requirements that were added on the offer -and which most of them sounded ridiculous and exaggerated for the position, making her wonder who was the freak who needed so many guidelines in order to hire someone to pick up the phone and schedule events. 

Although that hotel she'd be working on was much more than anything she could've come up with. 

Choi San wasn't someone easy to deal with. After his previous assistant presented his resignation letter on his desk, he felt forced to start the whole selection process again -after merely two months. 

Sure that he was being way too strict, enough to find that anyone who applied for the position wasn't enough, he asked one of his friends to be in charge of the interviews and the selection of the most adequate candidate. 

Little did he know Wooyoung would hire the imperfectly perfect candidate for him, sure that she'd help him in many ways other than just in dealing with the responsibilities of his position. 

A new challenge will come their way as soon as she steps inside the hotel. 

Y/n will have to learn how to mold onto him and deal with all his small habits and requirements, and San will find himself trying to open up and let out all those same things that turned him into the person he was. 

The more she digs in Kalla and all of its secrets and exciting corners, the deeper she'll dive into San's heart and soul... Although, maybe, she won't be able to take it. 

Kalla opens its doors to you, sharing the vast amount of filthy and erotic plans it offers, and that you can join with a partner... Or maybe just by yourself. 

Hope you enjoy your stay.

Chapter duration: 15 minutes

Y/n's apartment was quiet, the soft hum of the coffee machine filling the air as she sat in her cozy living room. The warm sunlight streamed through the curtains, but it did little to combat the haze of jetlag that hung over her like a fog. Her body was still adjusting to being back in Seoul, and the exhaustion was just starting to leave her body.

Y/n: Are you sure you don't need me there?

San: No, work at your pace. There isn't anything urgent coming up

Y/n: is this a way to get rid of me?

San: Angel, you don't want me to prove to you again how bad I want you...

San: Btw, are you going to today's concert?

He had seen her favorite group a little more than usual popping up on his social media, only to learn they were having the first concert of their tour.

Y/n: I'm too tired to go

Y/n: And I don't really have anyone to go with

Y/n: Another day it'll be. I'll use this time to charge some batteries

San had been surprisingly flexible since they returned, letting her work from home so she could settle back into the routine at her own pace. She had spent the morning checking emails and finishing reports, her laptop balanced on her knees as she sipped her second cup of coffee for the day.

Usually, he kept in touch with her once or twice every few hours, but that day those messages at the beginning of her morning were the only thing she'd get, and while she appreciated the space, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

San rubbed his temples as he leaned back in his chair, staring out the window of his office. The familiar skyline of Seoul should have brought him some comfort after the whirlwind trip to London, but there was no such relief.

Jetlag tugged at his eyelids, but it wasn't just the sleepless nights that weighed him down. He had bigger problems. Much bigger. And even then, Y/n managed to steal a smile from him with one simple picture of her winking at the camera, while her laptop rested on her lap while she laid on her bed.

The masculine voice snapped him from his thoughts. He didn't have to look up to know who it was. San knew that only one person would feel entitled enough to step in his office without knocking. And a visit from him only meant one thing, and he was sure it'd cost him money.

—What got you smiling so much? —his father interrupted him.

—Nothing's that's your business —his answer was dry, trying to end the conversation before it could even start.

—You shouldn't speak to your father like that.

San simply scoffed just after realizing who was saying that. The fact that the same man, who lied to him to get him back to Seoul and live by leeching off him, tried to teach him how to behave was ironic.

—How was the trip? —he first asked, playing around.

—I've been back for almost a week already. Don't pretend that you care —San answered, not moving his gaze from the screen.

—I do care —he clicked his tongue—. I'm your father.

—Then why didn't you send a text the day I arrived?

San didn't even try to spot the lie by looking into the silence. He turned an expert through the years, being able to tell when he was lying just with the light switch of tone in his voice.

—My phone didn't work —he responded, after thinking for a few seconds.

—And you didn't ask me for money to repair it or buy you a new one? —he kept scrolling down through the spreadsheet—. And you for sure couldn't pay me a visit either.

He wasn't doing anything important on the computer. More like he was, but he wasn't able to concentrate with his father in front of him, about to start some nonsensical conversation that would take away most part of his energy.

—I didn't want to bother you.

Through the years, the answer to that comment went from "You're not a bother" to complete silence. San really thought he was a burden, but he also was the only person his father had. It wasn't like he could step back and ignore him, or leave him at his own fate. He was all sorts of things, but he was still his father.

—So? What brought you here?

—I need some money.

He was so predictable.

Yes, he indeed was looking for someone that could cover up Bonhwa's position since he was so close to retiring. But he certainly wouldn't take anyone his father recommended. It was enough for him to deal with him in his private life to jump into dealing with someone similar at work. It was something he wasn't willing to repeat after what happened a year ago. He remembered the complaint, the scandal it all caused, and how it put him and the hotel in a checkmate, where he almost lost most of the inversors.

—For what? I already gave you your part to survive this month, you better come up with a good reason —he blatantly shut the possibility of the conversation moving forward.

—This isn't the way I raised you. How can you be so inconsiderate?

—Let's not get to how you raised me, because you know how it'll end —San finally stared at his father—. I can't be throwing money at you for no reason. And I already told you I don't want you around the hotel either. This is my workplace, not your bank office. If what you come to discuss isn't an emergency, I don't want to hear it until I'm back home. Did I make myself clear?

His father didn't answer back to the question San was waiting for him to answer. He just let a dark smile paint on his face, while slowly shaking his head.

—I thought you were smarter than this —he sighed—. Chul.

At his call, a taller and bigger man walked into the office, closing the door behind him. His teeth clenched, squeaking against one another when he recognized the person standing in front of him. He had fired him a long time ago, trying to erase every hint of the chaos that was left after his father got his nose in his business.

But there he was.

The man handed a white file over his desk. San, without taking his eyes off the smirk on his father's face, took the file to eye it up.

—What is this? —he furrowed, looking for an explanation.

—A lawsuit—his father answered, almost as if it were obvious.

—I know it's a fucking lawsuit—his clenched jaw made his voice sound huskier—. Unfair dismissal? What the fuck is this, huh? Filming people without their consent —he answered, looking at the person who was once his employee—, and trying to get money out of it should be a valid reason.

—I have no idea what you're talking about.

But of course San knew his father was aware, and he could even bet he was the one behind the idea of demanding the hotel over that.

He pressed his teeth together, moving his gaze to the other extreme of the corridor as he tried to keep his patience throughout the conversation, knowing there was no way he'd find some sense in that.

—Is this really how you want to make things? —San asked, trying to sound calm— Why were you even asking for money when you were planning on doing this?

—Give us the money, and we'll take back the demand.

—What? —San frowned, looking back at the man who had just spoken up.

—You don't want another scandal related to the hotel —Chul answered, placing both of his hands on his back—. People forgot about that video, but imagine what will happen if one of the workers that was wrongly accused without proof goes ahead with the demand and takes you to court. But you know what will make it worse: how you knew who filmed the video but kept it from the authorities.

San's tongue pocked through his cheek, dropping his gaze to direct it somewhere else in the small office that wasn't the two men who were standing in front of him.

The problem wasn't who filmed the video, but who chose to post it online to earn money with every view. And that man was standing to his left, looking around calmly as if he weren't the main reason why they were there.

—Aren't you tired of messing with me every single day of your miserable life? —he reproached his father— For what do you need that money now, huh? A shot? Bets? I already pay for your rent, your food and maintenance. What the fuck do you need that money for? —his voice raised as he said the sentence.

—I just need it —he shrugged.

—This was your thing, wasn't it? This dude doesn't even know how to wipe his ass.

—Forty million won on his account —he calmly said—. On his account. Not mine.

Waving his hand in the air, he motioned Chul to leave the room first.

—Does your girl know about the little problem in the club? —his father pointed out.

—Not like it's a secret —San looked at the main reason for it—, right?

—I wasn't talking about that —his eyes moved back to his father—. You should know that tongues are more dangerous than cameras —his eyebrows furrowed, as he stood straight back again—. Honestly... illegal filming sounds bad, but that little problem you had with one of your girls in the club... shit, what would be of this place without its security?

Suddenly, San knew what he was talking about. He knew that once the scandal revived, the things that were added -whether true or false- would ruin his and Kalla's reputation.

His father's hand rested on the edge of his table, before he slowly leaned closer to his ear to whisper:

—Didn't I once tell you what goes around comes back around? This way you'll learn to prioritize those that are next to you instead of looking for ghosts.

San turned again when his father suddenly stopped midway, lifting his finger in the air.

—Hope I get to know that new girl soon.

He almost lost his composure after noticing the raillery on the phrase. Unsure of the lengths he could go if his father ever chose to trap Y/n in any of his messes.

He then remembered why he hated his father so deeply. At first, the laces that kept them together were family, mercy and empathy; but as he grew older, he could see the monster his mother ran from, being tied to him only by a mistake that wasn't even in his control.

Y/n stepped into the building with a sense of purpose, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor as she made her way to her desk. Just when she was scrolling through her email, she realized she needed some documents to work on, so she decided to pay a quick visit to the hotel and pick them up. And, honestly, her biggest reason to go all the way there was because she wanted to see San and surprise him.

She could only hope that picture she sent, from when she first started working one hour back, worked to fool him.

As she neared her desk, faint voices caught her attention. Pausing by the door, she hesitated, not one to eavesdrop, but the mention of something she had heard in passing before -that scandal. It was a vague term that had floated around the office for months, but there had never been any concrete information. Just a printed article she didn't manage to read completely because she didn't know the language well back then, and she didn't become curious enough to bother to look it up online.

Y/n leaned closer, her curiosity piqued. Inside, San's voice was low and firm, as usual, but there was an edge of frustration that she rarely heard, the other two voices sounded more calm compared to his. They even seemed like they were mocking him.

Y/n's heart raced as the door opened, showing first a big middle-aged man, looking down at her with disdain. Shortly after, a man around the same age followed him, bowing in response to her greeting. The conversation ended so abruptly that she couldn't see the ending of it coming.

Instead of stepping back, she peeked through the door, finding San with his eyes fixed on his table, fingerprints caressing his own temples as he tried to calm himself down.

—Are you okay? —she asked, stepping inside.

She thought that maybe he'd need that support. Big mistake.

San's eyes looked up at her, eyebrows furrowing at how confused he was about her there, when she was supposed to be in her place.

—What are you doing here?

—I... I had some documents —she pointed at her back—. You didn't answer my question.

—It's nothing —he shook his head—. I'm going out for a few minutes —he let her know, getting up from his seat—. Go back home.

It wasn't like he didn't want her there, but he for sure knew he wouldn't be able to give her the attention she deserved.

She nodded, waiting for him to cross the door to look back at his office, as if there was a hypnotic chant inviting her to step inside. Y/n glanced at her documents on the corner of the desk but found herself drawn to the laptop, where a folder remained open on the screen.

She shouldn't.

But her fingers hovered over the touchpad, her heart pounding. The folder title "Archived Articles" flashed at her like a beacon. She hesitated, but the curiosity gnawing at her got the better of her.

She clicked.

Dozens of articles filled the screen. Old headlines, some blurry with time, but all focused on a central figure -San. As she began to read, her eyes widened.

» The videos, which were filmed without the knowledge or consent of participants, were uploaded to various online platforms, quickly going viral and attracting widespread attention. The footage, taken within the club's private rooms, has not only exposed the identities of several high-profile guests but also compromised the reputation of the hotel as a safe space for its elite clientele.

» Security experts are questioning how such a breach was possible, given the hotel's long-standing emphasis on privacy and discretion. While the hotel has been known for its unique amenities, including its highly secretive adult club, this incident has cast doubt on its ability to protect its guests from similar invasions of privacy in the future.

» Choi San, the hotel's founder and CEO, has yet to issue a public statement, but insiders suggest the fallout from the scandal could be significant. With multiple lawsuits rumored to be in the works and several clients threatening to sever ties, the hotel's future remains uncertain.

» Legal analysts warn that the violation of privacy laws in South Korea, coupled with the hotel's failure to prevent the illicit filming, could result in substantial penalties, both financially and in terms of its public standing.

» While investigations are ongoing, the incident has already had far-reaching consequences, as industry experts predict a sharp decline in trust for such exclusive establishments.

Almost all the articles narrated the same thing, with a more professional or more juicy way to explain the situation. And with each time she repeated the story, she could only wonder how he managed to get every article to disappear or how he managed to earn back everyone's trust, not to mention the legal impact it probably had.

She thought back to her own search for information about the so-called scandal. There had been nothing. No news articles, no whispers in the media. Whatever it was, it had been carefully buried. But San... San had kept it all. He made sure everyone forgot about it, except for him.

She was so engrossed that she didn't hear the steps getting closer, nor his shadow irrumping in her part of the office.

—Y/n.

San's voice was sharp, startling her. She almost tripped with the chair, guilt and shock washing over her at once. He stood there, his expression dark, his gaze hard as he took in the scene before him.

—I... —she began, but the words caught in her throat.

—What are you doing? —his voice was low, but the anger simmered just beneath the surface.

He strode across the room, his footsteps heavy with restrained fury.

—I... I didn't mean to snoop —Y/n stammered, quickly stepping back from the desk—. I overheard... something, and I got curious, and then I saw the folder open, and...

—And you thought it was okay to invade my privacy? —San's voice was cold now, cutting through her explanation. His usually calm demeanor had cracked, replaced by a storm she hadn't seen in him before—. These files aren't for you to see. It was one easy rule you had: don't sneak inside my office if I'm not here, and this is the second time you do it.

Yet he didn't seem as angry the first time, which hinted at her how he wasn't angry at her breaking the rule, but at what she found out.

—I'm sorry —Y/n said, her voice small, suddenly feeling as though she had crossed a line she hadn't even known existed—. I just saw you so distressed... I overheard the conversation, and I wanted to understand... or try to help... I didn't think it would...

—You didn't think —San interrupted, his eyes narrowing as he closed the laptop with more force than necessary—. This isn't some mystery for you to solve, Y/n. These are my business, which you have nothing to do with. This is not for you to dig into.

She flinched at the harshness in his tone, guilt settling heavily in her chest. She knew she'd overstepped, but hearing him talk about it made her feel even worse.

—I didn't know it was still affecting you like this —she said quietly, her voice softer now, hoping to ease the tension—. I just thought...

—I don't need you to think! Just do as you're told. I'm sick of having to repeat myself with this —San shot back, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

Y/n's eyes widened at that comment, feeling her eyes watering with no understandable reason. It wasn't because of the tone of his voice, or what he was saying, but the way his eyes were coldly piercing through her. It was the first time since they knew each other that he looked at her that way.

Y/n swallowed hard. She had only wanted to understand more about him, to fill in the gaps in the story. But now she realized just how deeply those gaps ran.

San's jaw clenched, his hands tightening into fists. For a moment, it looked like he wouldn't say anything else, but then he turned away from her. He moved his head, almost as if he were going to say something, but his lips pressed together as he tensed his jaw.

—San —she took a step closer—, I didn't mean to upset you.

—Go back home, Y/n —he replied, still not looking at her. His shoulders were tense, his body coiled like a spring.

Y/n felt a pang of regret, realizing that she had pushed too far. She was about to insist, but something told her it was better to just nod and accept his needs.

Her lower lip was caught up under her teeth, feeling a wave of guilt settle over her. She had seen a side of San she hadn't expected, and it wasn't one she could easily forget. But more than that, she had learned that some secrets were better left alone -even if they were right in front of her.

As she gathered her things and left the office, the tension still hung in the air between them. She knew that this conversation had shifted something between them, but whether it was for better or worse, only time would tell.

Meanwhile, San could only think of one thing for the rest of the evening, and it was the look in her eyes when he screamed at her, almost towering over her body, while she bent backwards as a reflex.

He was annoyed at how she overstepped his boundaries, but in any other circumstance he wouldn't have reacted that way. And that made him feel guilty, because he paid with her all the frustration that was built up by his father, and which had nothing to do with her. 

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[automanspareparts]

DIY Auto Repairs: Parts Every Car Owner Should Know About

Because sometimes the only thing standing between you and a $500 repair bill is a $30 part and some confidence.

Listen, we've all been there. That moment when your car makes a noise it definitely shouldn't be making, and your stomach drops thinking about how much the repair shop is about to charge you. But here's a little secret from someone who used to be terrified of looking under the hood: many car repairs are actually doable yourself, if you just know the basics.

The Gateway Parts (AKA Your DIY Starter Pack)

Before you dive into the deep end of auto repair, these parts are your beginner-friendly introduction:

Air Filters - Literally just pop open a plastic box, take out the dirty accordion-looking thing, put in the clean one. Shops charge $25+ for this 2-minute job.

Wiper Blades - Those streaky windshield marks aren't just annoying—they're dangerous in heavy rain. Most auto parts stores will even install new ones for free if you buy them there.

Headlight Bulbs - Why pay someone $50 to unscrew a bulb? Most cars take less than 15 minutes to swap these out.

Batteries - With a simple wrench and the ability to tell positive from negative, you can save serious cash here. Pro tip: take a picture of the connections before disconnecting anything.

The Money-Saving Middle Ground

Ready to level up? These parts might seem intimidating at first, but they're actually pretty manageable:

Brake Pads - I'm not saying brake work is super easy, but it's mostly just removing wheels, unscrewing a few things, and putting new pads where the worn ones were. The satisfaction of doing this yourself is chef's kiss.

Spark Plugs - With a special socket and a little patience, you can bring your engine back to life when it's running rough. Just replace one at a time so you don't mix up the wires.

Oil and Filter - Yes, getting under the car is involved, but a basic oil change is basically "unscrew plug, drain goop, replace filter, add new goop." The first time takes an hour, but you'll get it down to 20 minutes eventually.

Sensors - Modern cars have sensors for EVERYTHING. Oxygen sensors, mass airflow sensors, coolant temp sensors... they can cost hundreds to replace at shops, but often they're just a connector and a bolt.

The "Proceed With Caution" Parts

These repairs can save you serious money but require more research and patience:

Alternator - This electricity-generating wizard isn't actually that complicated to replace, but it can be buried in an annoying location depending on your car model.

Starter - When your car won't start and makes a clicking noise, this is often the culprit. Replacing it is often just a matter of disconnecting the battery, removing a few bolts, and swapping in a new one.

Thermostat - This little temperature-regulating valve is responsible for a surprising number of overheating issues. Replacing it can be messy (coolant everywhere!) but not difficult.

Fuel Pump - Located in your gas tank, this isn't the most convenient part to reach, but if you're facing a $700 repair bill, suddenly dropping your gas tank doesn't seem so bad.

Resources That Won't Make Your Eyes Glaze Over

YouTube Channels Worth Your Time:

ChrisFix (seriously, this guy explains things better than most college professors)

Scotty Kilmer (opinionated but incredibly knowledgeable)

EricTheCarGuy (detailed walkthroughs for common repairs)

Apps That Actually Help:

Repair Pal (get fair estimates before you start)

Torque Pro (connects to your car's computer to tell you what's wrong)

Car Parts (compare prices across different stores)

The Parts You Should Leave to the Pros

Sometimes, DIY isn't worth it. Here's when to wave the white flag:

Anything involving the airbag system (unless you enjoy danger)

Timing belt/chain replacement (one tiny mistake = engine death)

Transmission rebuilds (just... no)

Engine mounts (awkward angles + supporting engine weight = potential disaster)

Parting Thoughts (See What I Did There?)

The auto repair industry has an incentive to keep you intimidated and dependent. But with a repair manual, some basic tools, and the confidence to try, you'd be amazed what you can fix on your own.

The first time I changed my own brake pads, I saved $220 and gained something more valuable: the knowledge that I could figure things out myself. Now my go-to response to car trouble isn't panic—it's curiosity.

What auto repair are you most intimidated by? Drop a comment below and maybe we can demystify it together.

#CarRepair #DIY #AutoParts #SaveMoney #CarMaintenace #CarTips #Automotive

[junewild]

>car battery died at work last night so I had to get a jump

>I discover that my ex sold me a car with a two-year battery that was three years old. I gratefully realize that I have blocked them on all platforms and cannot commit crimes in their DMs. I receive the jump, let it run for an hour, and then go home

>car battery dead again this morning so I had to get a jump, call the nearest battery replacement place to confirm I could come in, and go there

>I spend 70 minutes sitting in a parking lot. it is 81° and I have chosen to wear jeans

>battery place is CLOSED despite answering their phone and I turned the car off before seeing the paper sign on their door

>battery once again dead. jump is now 90 minutes away

>I walk to the corner store. it is also closed. I sit on the sidewalk to consider end of life options

>I notice an auto place across the street and wander in to ask if they happen to have a jump box. they do. it is dead

>jump now 70 minutes away. they offer to sell me a battery and I can install it myself. I do not have a wrench

>I ask if there happens to be a guy on a break who’ll help a damsel in distress & be venmoed for labor. they DO have two guys on break. they are offsite taking their lunch

>jump now 50 minutes away. guys return from break.

>one of them has acquired jumper cables. they take my keys, go get my car, and bring it back. then they install my battery

>they charge me the wholesale price for a brand new battery and $15 for labor

[hot-take-tournament]

HOT TAKE TOURNAMENT

PRE-PRELIMINARIES #14

because i can't count and forgot 14 and 15

Submission 244

wired headphones are so much better than bluetooth ones

No more "someone just connected to my headphones, everyone please check if your phone has bluetooth turned on", no voice screaming "battery low" in your ear every few minutes as soon as the battery is under 50%, no more headphones dying on a long trip because you forgot to charge them, no more struggling to get your headphones to connect. And they're more durable because batteries will break at some point and it's expensive and complicated to replace them. Also batteries can randomly explode (my #1 fear). I had bluetooth headphones once and never again.

Pre-preliminaries will be used to decide what qualifies as a hot take. Propaganda is encouraged!

Also, remember to reblog for exposure! (exposure like when you're exposed to critical levels of radiation)

[allone2024]

Keep Your Furry Friend Entertained for Hours: The Ultimate Automatic Cat Laser Toy

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Why Your Pet Needs This Laser Toy

Indoor pets crave stimulation, and without it, they can become restless or even destructive. Our Automatic Cat Laser Toy solves this by providing unpredictable, engaging play that mimics the thrill of the hunt. It’s perfect for:

Busy pet parents who want to keep their pets entertained while they work or relax.

High-energy pets need more exercise than a typical toy can provide.

Multi-pet households — let cats, kittens, and even dogs chase the laser together!

Key Features That Make This Toy a Must-Have

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3 Adjustable Circling Ranges Customize the laser’s coverage area (small, medium, or large) to fit any room size. Perfect for apartments or spacious homes!

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Why Pet Parents Love It

Saves time: Let the toy do the work while you enjoy peace of mind.

Promotes exercise: Helps prevent obesity and keeps pets agile.

Reduces anxiety: Curbs destructive behavior by keeping pets mentally stimulated.

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[beet-feet]

Storytime! Part One

Earlier tonight, I met up with some fellow Midwestern Good Omens fans that I met on Facebook and we watched Macbeth. David Tennant was spectacular as always, and the rest of the cast was fantastic. As dramatic as Macbeth is though, my experience this evening was even more so. Buckle up, gang! This is a SAGA. I thought I was taking Metra, but I ended up on the HOT MESS EXPRESS! I live about an hour and a half outside of Chicago, and my trip started out good but, by the end of the night, I felt like I was in Adventures in Babysitting. I was like Brenda, the friend that ended up stranded in the bus station with all the weirdos. Remember her? Yeahhhhhhhh.

Anyway, I made it to Chicago, switched train lines and made it to Evanston with no issues. I forgot to bring a charger so my battery was at 37% by the time I made it to Evanston. Not a big deal. I wouldn't need my phone during the movie and I was going to be talking to people at dinner. Well, my first mistake was thinking the theater was 6 minutes on foot from the train station. No. When I looked it up on the GPS last week, I didn't change it to walking distance. So, I realized it was a 25-minute walk. Okay. I still had time to make it to the theater. No big deal. I could definitely use the exercise. Not a great day to wear some new shoes for the first time but whatever. After like 10 mins, I decided I wanted to order an Uber because I was going to be cutting it close by walking and the shoes were already not feeling good. Y'ALL. My phone went dead before I even pulled Uber up on my phone. It went from 37% to DEAD within 10 mins. I didn't know the directions to the theater and now I couldn't order an Uber or use GPS to walk there. I had just passed a bodega, so I went in to buy a charger. I wasn't trying to spend $20 on a cheap charger but so it goes. The kind store owner let me plug it in and it was charged to 18% after a few mins so I started to pull Uber up but the damn phone died AGAIN. I asked the guy if there was an outlet closer so I would be able to reach because the phone cord was short. There wasn't, but this man let me come behind the counter and sit in a chair right by the lottery tickets and the register and whatnot so that I could have my phone plugged in and order the Uber. So, I got the confirmation that my driver was on the way, and the guy walked with me outside and made sure I was going to be okay and I thanked him profusely. While we were out there talking, 2 dudes walked by and one of them was like "Heyyyy, beautiful." PSA from women everywhere: Please don't do that. Anyway, the driver pulled up within 5 mins and she was super nice and she got me to the theater quickly. At that point, I had 7% battery charge left and I was praying the phone would stay on long enough for the usher to scan my ticket—the ticket I panicked over for like 15 mins on the train because I couldn't get into my Fandango account. I was a couple of mins late because the movie started right away with no trailers. No big deal. I've seen Macbeth before.

Click here for Storytime! Part Two. Tumblr won't let me post the whole thing in one shot.

[b-blushes]

unforch this requires me to get out the battery charger and charge my car battery tomorrow so it will start again. chore i am feeling not enthusiastic about, like i can fully do it i'm so capable. i'm just at the overwhelm threshold where a change that is occurring in my imaginary thursday, even though it is happening like 16 hours in advance (did not actually count), is like YUCK NO THANKS! but i can do it! i love my car i'm glad i know how to fix things when i actually do it it'll take like literalllyyyyy 15 minutes of minor inconvenience. okay i pep talked myself into it. first item on the thursday agenda. now i gotta stop procrastinating and GO MAKE PASTA AND EAT IT! <3

[specialinterestshows]

No clothes necessary for this smutty section of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic!

Warnings for this section: Kink (praise, BDSM, dirty talk), squirting

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 15 of ?): Toy With Me

“Finally,” Rhea said, pausing the show the two of you had been watching and giving you a small nudge, pointing at the pink toy plugged into the outlet. The light glowed without pause, indicating the battery was at full charge. You bit your lip, suppressing a smile.

“Go wash that, put it inside you, and turn it on,” Rhea demanded, her hypnotizing gaze complimenting her commanding tone, “I want you stripped down and sitting on the bed in five minutes.”

“Yes, Mami,” you can’t mask the excitement in your voice. Unplugging the vibrator, you practically skip into the bathroom, washing the silicone toy with soap and water once you get there. The texture was surprisingly soft, you note, running your fingers over what looked like the section that pulled together and apart to create thrust.

Remembering your time limit, you quickly take off what looked to be your second pair of ruined underwear today, judging by the wet spot. You duck into the bedroom, closing the blinds before removing your dress and grabbing the bottle of lube near your bed. Once slick, you gently press the toy against yourself. It enters you easily as you let out a soft moan. The design kept the toy inside you as you walked - hyperaware of each sensation - to grab a towel and throw it on the bed. Sitting down on the absorbent cloth, you gasp slightly as the toy is shoved a bit further inside of you, now pressed against both you and the mattress with very little give. Removing your bra, you stare eagerly at the doorway.

It isn’t long before Rhea enters, wearing nothing but fishnets and a corset, remote in hand. Your jaw drops, taking in the way every strand of fabric hugged her delicious curves. She smiles, slowly approaching you, almost seeming to grow more dominant the longer you stare - as if feeding on your adoration.

“Ready for me?” she asked, eyes making their way down your body. You shiver slightly, as if she had touched you, leaning back and spreading your legs to show off the toy.

“Mmm, good girl,” Rhea gives you a quick kiss before running her hands down your chest, teasing your nipples.

“Same rules as earlier?” you check.

“That’s right,” she whispered in your ear before giving it a small bite, smiling at the noise you make, “If you come without permission, Mami punishes you. So be a good girl.”

A soft click is the only warning you get before the toy inside you starts vibrating on the lowest setting. The sensation makes you let out a whine before another click turns on the lowest thrust setting, now accompanying the vibration. You moan, gripping the towel as small waves of pleasure make you twitch. Taking advantage of your desperate state, Rhea pushes you all the way down onto the bed and gropes you one last time before straddling your face, a hand resting on the wall to keep herself steady. One glance down at your blushing face underneath her and she can tell you want nothing more than to please.

“Tap my leg if you’re getting close or if the toy gets to be too much,” she instructs you.

“Yes, Mami,” you reply, holding onto her thighs with both hands and opening your mouth, tongue slightly out. Rhea lowers herself, letting out a low moan once your mouth makes contact.

“Mmm, I missed having your mouth on me,” she says, grinding against you, “Might just have to take you with me when I leave, keep you around as my personal slut.”

She chuckles as you moan against her, reveling in how much control her words had over you. At the quickening pace of your tongue, Rhea presses another button, making the vibration of your toy louder and more intense.

“Oh fuck yes,” she said, responding to your increasingly desperate moans as you twitch, the waves of pleasure becoming increasingly difficult to resist. You tap Rhea’s thigh urgently and she turns the toy off completely, easing up on your mouth.

“All good?” she asks.

“Mmhm,” you respond, aching around the toy for the orgasm you’d almost reached, “I was just getting really close.”

“Good girl” - you smile at her praise - “Now don’t ask to come until after I do.”

She waits for your “yes, Mami” before lowering herself again and turning both thrust and vibrate back on. You put all the effort and focus you can into the way you move your mouth despite your own moaning and twitching. It isn’t long before both of you are getting close to coming. Gripping her thighs, you do your best to not to give into the pleasure, your body screaming for release.

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” Rhea's fingers gripped your hair as she encourages you, too lost in her own bliss to notice how close you were. A loud moan rang out as she threw back her head, squirting into your mouth. Both sexy and unexpected, suddenly being covered in her cum was what brought you over the edge. In your surprise, you’d lost focus and let yourself come undone. Your moan began muffled, still pressed against Rhea, but rang out into the open air as she moved away. Even in the haze of a strong orgasm, you felt a thrill. All motion coming from the toy stopped. You were definitely in trouble.

“And you were being such a good girl,” Rhea tuts, shaking her head, “I was going to let you come right after me, but you didn’t even ask. And now Mami has to punish you.”

Fuck.

[end part fifteen of ?]

Part 16: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/724763907433152512/absolute-smokeshow-part-16-of-you-shouldnt

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[allthingsfern]

Planning ahead for the unplanned?

So, I went to S. Florida to visit my family and friends for a week. Last Wednesday I left very early (3:15 a.m.) for the airport in a Lyft. The flight was scheduled to depart at 5:30 a.m.

I was ready for my flight. I was packed 2 days in advance; I pack super light, taking just 1 carry on. I got in the Lyft and the driver was very nice. We were having a great conversation.

Then my camera bag where was my camera

Yeah, I forgot it. Left it next to my work table, all packed with a fully charged extra battery and ready. I was looking forward to taking pictures of my people and some places and buildings and whatever, but no.

And the driver was really nice, willing to turn back. We were about 10 minutes from my place, but no.

Still had a wonderful time, though.