#but i just. keep. seeing. these posts. ugh. and it's not what i want to see.

[cornyforjk]

Drive you crazy | Day 7 | jjk

⤷ SUMMARY In which you are stuck living with an arrogant rookie racer who thinks of you as an obstacle, ready to ruin your glory, but things get heated when he has a pervy smile hidden under that pretentious attitude. Emotions that are complicated. You could never fall for your enemy! He's sabotaging you.

Pairing: racer!jk × racer!oc

Genre: angst and pure filth smut

Warnings: NONE OML

taglist: @tatamicc @jwnghyuns @nono13bnd @hagridshaircare @tatzzz-25 @suashifts @kyuupii @bananaminn @rispwr @spideyjimin

A/Note: POSTING THIS EXACTLY AT 11:11 CAUSE ITS 11/11😺 anw yall this was just a filling chapter nothing special nyeahhh. Ik mot very professional and ethical but I'll try to be more mindful, thoughtful and demure.💅🏻

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Jungkook's pov

Y/n looks at me with a cryptic smile, walking towards the lake with pebbles in her hand.

"I don't think we can be friends or anything...but I'm there for you...if you need someone to talk to." She faces me with a small crooked smile.

"We can't?" I cock up an eyebrow with a wrinkled forehead, anticipating an answer.

"Well," she starts, my eyes follow her automatically. The control she has over me is overlooked. "I was a bit miserable after you broke my heart by being mean to me." Y/n dramatically lays a hand on her head with a high-pitched voice of vain. "You lost this friendship! So make up for it and retrieve it back, Jungkook!"

Y/n motivated me at this silly fuss she created. It was funny seeing her act like a damsel in distress, someone Y/n is totally opposite off.

"You come back little punk! I thought you were serious!" I yelled, trying to catch her as she ran away, leaping into puddles I circle arms around her, carrying towards the lake while she kicks her legs in the air. With a splash of water I threw her in the lake, he flushed face soaked wet.

"Don't make that cute pout- you look like an angry sea otter." I chuckled, my orbs dancing round her figure. Wet clothes clasped to her body, the glistening water dripping down her collar bones.

Gosh.

I unconsciously lick my lips.

"Let me make up for the so-called- ruined friendship." I scowl jumping into the lake with a splash. Y/n squeaks lightly, her pissed-off face glowing in the moonlight.

"I'm this close to ripping your head off," she sarcastically smiled, trying to tower over me. Fisting my shirt. I react suddenly by tripping over her and both of us fall into the water again, drenched from head to toe.

Y/n starts hitting my chest lightly,her body close to me with her legs wrapped around my waist. "Something is touching my leg!" she whined, splashing water everywhere as she threw a fit, squealing lightly and murmuring curses with a quivering voice.

"Fine..."

I quickly picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder, her body dangling freely.

"What are you doing!" she shrieked. "Picking you up." I responded.

"No- pick me up the proper way! Or else I will bite your ass." I could feel her cheekily smiling, her face hitting my back constantly as I swung her on my shoulder.

"Bite me and I'll drop you in the water again." I shot her an irritated look that she cannot see anyways. My response turns out to keep her porthole shut for the next five minutes to return to my car. Peaceful eerie wind that interlocked itself in my bangs.

I place her down finally, rummagingthrough the bag I bought along the trip.

"What am I supposed to wear now?" Y/ n questioned with hands on her hips and a tone that was sassy enough to be portrayed by Regina George.

Y/n lifts a little bit of her shirt, wringing off the water allowing me to trace her perfect body with my orbs.

Ugh- I just checked her out.

Feeling a rock of reality hit the back of my head and brought me back to my senses. I bury my face even deeper into the backpack.

"Answer me-" I throw a shirt and trouser her way, chuckling at her tiny shivering figure.

"You want me to change here?" Y/n squeaks like a duckling.

"Yes."

"No, I won't."

"Then you are going home like that." I smirk, leaning against my car watching her shut her mouth instantly.

"Go behind that tree and change. Iwon't look." I hold her hand, yanking her towards the tree.

"Promise?" she holds out her pinky finger, pausing for me to hook mine with it.

"Promise." I connect my finger with hers.

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Y/N's pov

I walked out from the spot, wearing the new clothes that were quite large and barely clung onto me. They had a soft vanilla like scent mixed with hints of coconut tha blessed my nose, as if I couldn't stop sniffing it. They definitely belonged to Jungkook.

I walk back into the car, setting the heater when suddenly Jungkook closes the door behind him ready to start the car, but there was something wrong.

He was shirtless. I instantly look away, facing the window, my whole body heating up and cheeks flushed red.

"W-where is your shirt?" I bite my tongue and curse under my breath for stuttering in front of him.

Shutting my eyes immediately when he leans closer, whispering in my ear, I hold in a breath waiting for him to speak.

"I gave it to you." His husky voice sends shivers down my spine, the rich deep voice that swells the pit of my stomach. Maybe because I haven't been in a relationship for 7 years, or maybe because my hormones are going wild, because not even in 100 years will I ever find Jeon Jungkook desireful.

"I bet you didn't notice that I licked your earlobe." He perked up. "WHAT-"

"I'm kidding."

Jungkook leans back with a satisfied smirk while I sink into my seat, flustered.

"My clothes look cute on you" he remarks.

"Shut up."

"No."

"You are, without a doubt, the most annoying person I crossed paths with and don't even get me started on your voice." I start to babble without paying attention to him.

"My voice is hot then?"

"Yes." I responded. Jerking my body and clasping a hand to my mouth.

I wanted the car seat to fold and swallow me, maybe I was going haywire by telling the truth that I wasn't supposed to. Panic rose from my stomach to throat and I throw my hands, yelping.

"No!" I say, "your voice is annoying." I retrieve back, his smile dropping as soon I cross my hands over my chest, huffing out the lump in my throat.

My eyes thoughtlessly wander down his body, I notice an intricate tattoo on his ribs of a dragon appearing from between flames of fire. His muscular abdomen and slightly damn abs "So you heard about our race in France...?" Jungkook raises his eyebrow in question but his voice fades to the back of my head. My eyes focused on his body.

The urge to run my hand across his abs and feel them grows vigorous.

"Mhm-" I hum, licking my lips.

He is so well built in every way, like an ethereal Greek God. Even prostitutes would be jealous of that body. The woman who gets to feel that warm luscious muscular body would call herself lucky. An image of him sweaty and shirtless working out before a race pops into my mind, every other important thought blurring out. I want to erase that image as much as I want to enhance it.

My body heats up, aroused as I shame myself for bringing up such thoughts.

"My eyes are up here sweetheart." Jungkook softly says, biting his lower lip containing a laugh.

I stop gazing like a pervert, blushing with embarrassment."S-sorry." I cleared my throat, looking out the window, earning a soft laugh as he drove away.

"Try not to gape, sweetheart."

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Day6 | Day8

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[emilyartstudio-s]

Style (Stan x Kyle) please?

Here's a doodle I will finish for patreon :,)

[unladielike]

    Vivian nods away in agreement for to her, having a considerable amount of burgers without any soda didn't seem like something that's really heard of... and yeah, perhaps there were way better palate cleansers to be had than carbonated drinks, but as this was a food truck and not a restaurant, the selection of beverages they could realistically order would understandably be a bit limited.

    "Welp, I wouldn't go as far as to say I necessarily understand 'everything', per say, but yeah, once you manage to live through twenty one years on this planet, you start discovering some pretty basic stuff... like, for instance, how the human body gets thirsty if you consume salty snacks yet do not occasionally bring yourself to drink water throughout regular intervals," Vivian states. Granted, most would consider that to be 'common sense', but as per usual, she frames it more like an academic study than redundant knowledge nobody would truly bother disputing.

    Either way, it doesn't take long for her bespectacled gaze to soon settle on the drinks menu, which was situated to the right side corner of the food truck... and to her delight, Coke was listed as one of the drinks that were available to order, causing her to clasp both hands together.

    "Ooh, what do you know?! They do indeed have Coke! No Fanta to be seen, though... then again, at least we aren't forced to choose Pepsi, which is the mid alternative to Coke," Vivian pipes up. Of course, after the final customer leaves, she'll then finally pull out her wallet before turning to Mizumachi. "Alright, so to summarize super quickly... we want ten teriyaki cheese burgers with two cokes?" Vivian repeats in order to ensure they were on the same page.

[水]

“Bia is so smart! I love it!”

Who knew there was such a place so close by? He hadn’t found the place yet, and who knew how long it would’ve taken before he found it. The food truck  now had a new fan who was bound to visit pretty often any time homesickness struck him- which was surprisingly often if he was left alone with his thoughts.

The jock laughs at the comment that the food truck wasn’t going anywhere. It wouldn’t sprout legs and run away—but it had wheels, didn’t it? Couldn’t it drive off?

“Yeah! A Teriyaki cheese burger sounds great!”

Sometimes, he’d go into restaurants and find that the food was very different compared to his expectations, but if going by the smell alone, he was sure that he was going to like the burgers here. He normally wasn’t that picky when it came to food anyways, but still! It was a kind of betrayal for someone who craved familiar tastes to walk into a restaurant and walk out of it confused over what he’d actually eaten. He learned the hard way that many ‘fusion’ places weren’t… the best. Guess not every fusion was stellar and epic. Sorry Goku and Vegeta.

“You really understand everything, huh? You’re right! If you’re going to be eating a lot of burgers anyways, ya gotta drink something that pairs well with it. Coke is the best! Fanta is also good, though.”

If you were going to be eating your fill of burgers, was there really any real difference if you chose to drink soda over water? The difference was minor at that point, so there was no point in picking straws. Water was his preferred drink for regular hours, but if he was doing rigorous exercise, then he would reach for sports drinks to replenish his electrolytes. Soda was for whenever he was treating himself to some junk food. Might as well go big or go home (and eat healthier).

[statementlou]

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[sydney-carton-of-sour-milk]

The Many Illustrators of A Tale of Two Cities 7: A. A. Dixon

"'Collins' Clear-Type Press, let me ask you a question.'"

This is a very long post.

This week's edition has, in my research, become quite the edition.

Sadly, this image is the best source for the cover wrapper illustration that I could find.

You are likely familiar with Arthur Augustus Dixon's illustrations for the 1905 Collins Pocket Edition of A Tale of Two Cities. Several of them are very common to find in Internet searches and articles about the book, if not other editions of the book itself.

But the question raised by my research for this week's edition is: Are you familiar with all of them?

Thing is, as the source above states (read the whole article if you have the time, it's very interesting!), Dixon created twelve illustrations for this novel.

And sure enough, this source from the Internet Archive and this source from @oldillustrations (hello!) both have eleven of the same illustrations - with the twelfth presumably being for the wrapper, as seen in this source (previously cited) from the Victorian Web.

Alright, so that's three separate sources, all with (effectively) the same set of elaborate illustrations from 1905. Neat!

...

...but if you start counting...

...you'll notice that this seems...

...like a lot more than twelve!

Basically, there are five illustrations by A. A. Dixon that are completely unaccounted for in any of the three sources previously cited.

For the purposes of this post, the cover wrapper is considered #0 and is not pictured in these banners.

In full-size set of illustrations in this post, this source from Google Books is the source of four of those mystery illustrations:

#3: "'He stared at her with a fearful look.'" #6: "'Drive him fast to his tomb.'" #7: "He said, 'Farewell!'" #12: "'She appeared with folded arms.'" #9 ("'Patriots and friends, we are ready!'") and #11 ("'You are consigned to La Force.'") are sourced from Google Books in the full-size versions in this post simply because the Internet Archive versions of those two illustrations had cropping issues.

To me, this is mystery enough on its own. Why would another version of the book suddenly have more than the originally-stated number of illustrations by this artist? Especially considering that the Google Books source does not have #13 ("''I know you, Evremonde!''") - why would it be missing one of the "main" set?

It gets even more interesting.

As you'll notice in the banner, we're still one off: Keen-eyed observers of the full-size set of illustrations might have already noticed that #14 ("'Carton and the spy returned.'") looks a bit different than the rest of them - a bit like what happened in the previous edition of this series!

That's because that Dixon illustration comes from this completely random source - a post from a blog called the Paperback Palette dating back to 2018 - that I happened across on Google Images of all places while sitting on an airplane trying to set up this post last week!

And to top it all off, that source is missing #6!

At this point, if your first instinct is, reasonably, that perhaps Dixon didn't actually illustrate these extra five and that it was someone imitating him for later editions, then know that that was my instinct too - until I (dare I say it again) checked those signatures!!!

(I edited the colors to prevent flashing.)

All five of those illustrations bear Dixon's signature, so it's safe to assume that they are A. A. Dixon originals - from 1905, even.

Interestingly, #s 1, 10, 13, 15, and 16 don't have signatures! Does this mean anything? Probably not - as an artist myself, I often forget to put my own signature - but still, I can't resist mentioning it!

So the most likely explanation here is simply that the publishing house originally commissioned A. A. Dixon for more than twelve illustrations and then held on to some of them, eventually choosing to publish them in other editions. Still, we can't say for sure.

And as to why some are missing from the more "complete" sets - human error, most likely!

If you scrub through the Google Books source, you'll notice that #s 11 and 12 actually repeat (one even changes color, which I have no explanation for) - it's most likely either that the book was accidentally printed with repeats of #s 11 and 12 where 13 and 14 were supposed to go or that the person scanning this edition made a similar error.

As an aside, it's so interesting that the illustrations are evenly spaced throughout the book - I had not noticed that until now!

And as for the Paperback Palette source, it's most likely that the blogger accidentally skipped over an image while combing through their edition or just glossed over it when posting the batch (I understand that from experience!) We can see this by adding up the letters in some of the illustrations' captions - doing so reveals that the letters are meant to go to P, the sixteenth letter of the alphabet.

Thus, one must be missing! Case closed!

Except... It's actually (going by both the chronology of the book and the order in which this set was found in Google Books) missing the wrong letter! Here, it seems that In the Google Books source, #7 in the full set is given the seventh letter in the alphabet, G - whereas in the Paperback Palette source, "#7" is labeled as the sixth, F:

This implies not only that #6 is absent from the Paperback Palette source but also that there is a missing mystery illustration located between this source's H and K - that is to say, before or after #9!

EXCEPT... For one, this isn't the only inconsistency I've noticed - there are several places where the letters seem shifted in a strange way. I've seen #2 listed as "C" and #9 listed both as "H" and "I2i" (???), just as two examples. (My theory is that the cover wrapper and the frontispiece may be at play here, but who knows?)

More importantly, though, it seems that, for some mysterious reason, all of the sources with relatively consistent use of these letters (i.e. all but the Victorian Web) - even the sources with only eleven interior illustrations - still give #15 in the full set the fifteenth letter, O. Which, of course, may make all of this pretty moot anyway.

Dare I say..."Oh."

Suffice it to say, just as much as major sources like the Internet Archive and Google Books are vital to this sort of research and preservation work, so are smaller websites and bloggers! After all, without the Victorian Web and the Paperback Palette, we as collective netizens likely wouldn't have ever known about the cover wrapper or illustration #14 (not to mention that the versions of the illustrations from the set posted by @oldillustrations have by far the best image quality and standardization that I've found! Please go check them out if you haven't yet!).

As for the reasons behind Collins' Clear-Type Press not publishing all of the illustrations from the beginning (if that's the explanation we're to go with here), I suppose the question I'd like to ask is:

why? why would you put us through this?

& the standard endnote for all posts in this series:

This post is intended to act as the start of a forum on the given illustrator, so if anyone has anything to add - requests to see certain drawings in higher definition (since Tumblr compresses images), corrections to factual errors, sources for better-quality versions of the illustrations, further reading, fun facts, any questions, or just general commentary - simply do so on this post, be it in a comment/tags or the replies!💫

[sainz100]

2024 Singapore GP | x

[tricksterlatte]

Anyone else think short form social media based on algorithms designed to promote topics that create more engagement instead of more joy, the idea of fast fashion but conveyed through social media, and the fact you can monetize suffering and outrage better than ever has largely resulted in the death spiral of media literacy and the mass emergence of bad faith readings?

[derpinette]

girls being nice to me gets me higher than ecstasy ever could

[sysig]

One better (Patreon)

[sayheykid]

i genuinely don't think a story's worldbuilding and lore has ever drawn me in the way that check please did. it's been years and i still think about it every day. the characters and plot were always superb but i think what has stuck with me the most is the depth of the settings and how everything feels so lived in and tangible. everyone wants to make a fake world and town and university but no one else has EVER done it that well

[risingsunresistance]

damn i kinda dont like it here anymore

[eclarinet]

same soup... different day

[starchild--27]

yk what. i'm gonna say it.

i hope pcy1 comes soon. we need new things to talk about besides how hot he looks like oooomg i am sooooo tired of that i want his MUSIC ok i want to LISTEN to him damnit

[carcarrot]

old man yells at cloud about constant sequels

[haven-gum-rockrose]

going through it lately. and by it? i mean absolutely nothing actually.

[bangcakes]

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