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[doritochoi]

Teacher's Pet | C.S

pairing: fem!reader x teacher!choi san

genre: pure smut, 18+, mdni ( because its always my fav)

warnings: san is in his late 20s, reader is 21 years old, public sex, unprotected sex, big!dick san, teacher x student relationship.

Every day when you left the school building, you would see your art teacher, Mr. Choi. He was sitting in the schoolyard with the other teachers, smoking a cigarette. Even if you weren't a smoker, this sight was inexplicably appealing. You noticed how the pronounced veins on his hand gripped the cigarette with undeniable elegance. It was a small detail that fascinated you every time. You didn't know exactly what attracted you so much to Mr. Choi. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, always with an air of mystery and distinction. Or maybe it was the passion he put into teaching art, inspiring you, to explore your own artistic talents. Despite the fact that you couldn't explain exactly why you were attracted to Mr. Choi, your obsession with him grew day by day. You knew everything about him, from the car he drove—a sleek black Bentley that gleamed in the sunlight—to his daily habits. Indeed, your obsession with Mr. Choi could not be explained only by the external details you observed about him. It was something deeper than that. You are seeing him not only as a teacher, but also as a protective and inspirational figure in your life. In his every gesture and every look you felt safe around him, like he was an anchor in a sea of ​​uncertainty. Being a strong and wise mentor, you wanted to learn more from him and feel protected in his presence.

It was Wednesday, 7 PM. You always waited in the hallway to see your favorite teacher. You even knew when he arrived. You waited until you heard footsteps approaching, knowing it was him because his footsteps had a distinct sound you recognized. You see him climbing the stairs, and hurriedly you enter the classroom. You sat impatiently in the chair, looking towards the door and waiting for Mr. Choi. Finally, the door opens, and he appears in the doorway, exuding an air of safety and elegance. His black jacket matched his hair perfectly, and the slightly unbuttoned shirt revealed a bit of his well-defined chest. His hair framed his face impeccably, and each strand seemed to be carefully placed to highlight the fine features of his face. But the most captivating were his eyes. They were a warm, rich shade like melted caramel. In the sunlight, his eyes were shining in a charming mixture of gold and brown. His gaze, penetrating and mysterious, had the power to hypnotize you. Your eyes traveled further down, noticing his slightly transparent shirt and loosened tie. His slim waist was always a temptation for you. You wanted to feel the texture of his skin under your fingers, notice how it felt to hug that waist that seemed to be ripped from a work of art. Those pants, which sat perfectly on him, accentuating his well-defined figure, were hard to ignore. You couldn't help but turn your gaze to them, noticing how they molded perfectly to his legs and highlighted every movement of his graceful body. With every step he took, the pants seemed to draw your attention more and more, and you couldn't help but want him to get closer, to notice every detail of that charming appearance.

He sat down in the chair and you assumed he was sitting with his legs spread, imagining you could sit on his thighs and move lightly on them. This thought made you feel a little excited rubbing your thighs together. After that, he announced that the next mark would be given for a drawing that would impress him. You didn't hesitate and took out a sheet, starting to draw immediately. In less than ten minutes, you've created a perfect drawing of Mr. Choi in all his glory. His position was exactly the same as sitting on the chair, and every detail of his expression and posture was captured precisely. Mr. Choi sats up elegantly from his chair, and the subtle scent of his perfume wafted throughout the classroom, captivating your senses. With quick and sure steps, he began to walk through the students, finally stopping behind you. He bent down a little, put his hand on your shoulder, and you flinched a little from the movement he made. He looks at your drawing, smirks, then brings his lips to your ear whispering in a husky voice. "Can you meet me after class?", he said so softly that only you could heard. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You didn't even know what to answer, so you turned your gaze towards him, now staring at his features and nodded.

The hour passed extremely quickly and you have to go home, but you remembered your teacher's words. Before going to his office, you went to the bathroom. You unbuttoned 2 buttons on your shirt and lifted your skirt a little so that your red panties could be seen. You honestly didn't know what was in your head to do something like that, but you couldn't resist anymore. Seeing him so many times with that innocent face, pretending he doesn't notice you, it annoys the hell out of you. After you got your things, you headed to his office. You stopped in front of the big wooden door. That door made you to feel different things, especially since you know very well who is inside. You took a deep breath, put your hand on the doorknob and opened the door. As soon as you opened the door, you started to feel an intoxicating scent of vanilla that was present in the whole room.He was there, sitting on the chair and looking at the laptop. He looked at you from time to time, enjoying every part of your body. "I knew you would come", he closed the laptop making you startle a little. He got up from his chair now seeing how he looked. His shirt was almost undone, and his pants looked wrinkled, you didn't know what or who brought him to that stage, but he looked different. He was getting towards you, and you ended up hitting your back against the wall. You couldn't look at him, so you started lowering your head, looking at the ground. "Look at me, miss," he moved so close to your face that you could feel his breath. You didn't do what he was saying, you continued to look down, annoying him. He wasn't happy with what you were doing so he took your hands and stuck them to the wall above your head forcing you to look into his eyes. "Don't avoid the situation", he started to put his hand on your waist and then lower reaching your panties. He looks at them, then keeps playing with the material. "We both know what you want, and you know well that I can offer you everything you want", this time you could feel his breath on your neck, until you felt something wet. He kissed you in a unic style making you feel things. Mr Choi grins a little, watching how he can dominate your body and see what things he can do to you. "Tell me pretty girl, what is your on your mind?", his voice was so low that only you could hear it. His hands began to roam your body, undoing the buttons on your shirt, now remaining with only the bra visible. "Please, fuck me" ,these were your last words, not thinking twice about what you were going to do.

He picked you up in his arms, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and he took you to the front of his desk, making you sit with your ass on it. His hands started going everywhere, from your firm breasts to your panties. He undid your bra, and a hand massaged your left breast, kissing you passionately. You let out a moan, making him even more excited than before, rubbing his cock against your leg as well. "Bend over ", you didn't even stop to think, because you got off his desk, and you bent over showing him an amazing view. He got down on his knees, tore your skirt, now showing only the red panties you chose for him. "Fuck, I can't wait to taste you", he starts running his hands on your inner thighs, then approaching with his lips, applying small kisses. "Stop teasing, please" , You knew he was the type of person who likes to tease, especially you. He always did this and he likes it a lot. With a determined hand, he starts and removes your panties, looking with such a charming look as if it was all he wanted. He licked his lips, started to come closer and without saying anything, his tongue was already doing its job. Mr. Choi’s tongue moved with deliberate precision, exploring every sensitive spot with a teasing slowness that drove you mad. Each flick and swirl sent waves of pleasure through your body, making you arch your back and press against his mouth. The room filled with your moans, the sound echoing off the walls, blending with the intoxicating scent of vanilla that still lingered in the air. He pulled back slightly, his breath warm against your wetness as he spoke, "Tell me how it feels, pretty girl. I want to hear every detail." You could barely form thoughts, but you managed to gasp out, "It feels amazing... please, don't stop." A smirk played on his lips as he continued his sensual assault, his tongue now circling your clit with agonizing slowness before giving it a gentle suck. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white as you fought to stay grounded under the intense pleasure. Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, he slid two fingers inside you, curling them in a way that made stars explode behind your closed eyelids. "You're so wet for me," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I can feel how much you want this." , "Yes, Mr. Choi... I want you so badly," you panted, your hips bucking against his hand, desperate for more. He chuckled, the sound vibrating against your sensitive skin. "Patience, pretty girl. I want to savor every moment of this." He continued to work you with his fingers, each thrust and curl perfectly timed to keep you on the edge. His thumb found your clit, rubbing it in slow, torturous circles that had you teetering on the brink of climax. But just as you were about to tip over, he stopped, pulling his hand away and leaving you panting and needy. You let out a frustrated whimper, looking down at him with wide, pleading eyes. "Why did you stop?" He stood up, his body towering over you as he undid his belt, the sound of the leather sliding through the loops making your heart race. "Because I want you to beg for it, pretty girl. I want to hear you say exactly what you want." Your eyes locked onto his, filled with desperate desire. "Please, Mr. Choi. I want you inside me. I need to feel you." He slowly lowered his pants and boxers, his hard cock springing free. He stroked it a few times, letting you see just how much he wanted you too. "Is this what you want?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "Yes," you breathed, your eyes locked on his impressive length. "I want you to fuck me. Please."

With a satisfied smirk, he positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against your wet folds, teasing you just a bit more. "You’re so eager, aren’t you? Such a good girl, asking so nicely." You could only nod, your breath hitching as he slowly began to push inside you. The sensation of him stretching you, filling you completely, was almost too much to bear. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper, needing to feel every inch of him. He started with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one hitting just the right spot inside you. "You feel so good," he murmured, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "So tight and wet." Your nails dug into his back as you clung to him, your body trembling with pleasure. "Faster, please," you begged, needing him to take you harder. He didn’t need to be told twice. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more urgent. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts of pleasure. You could feel the pressure building inside you, the familiar coil of your impending orgasm tightening with each thrust. "Oh, Mr. Choi," you cried out, your head thrown back in ecstasy. "I'm so close.", "Come for me, pretty girl," he urged, his voice rough and demanding. "I want to feel you come around my cock." That was all it took. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your walls clenching around him as you screamed his name. He continued to thrust into you, riding out your climax, pushing you to heights of pleasure you’d never known before. As you came down from your high, he slowed his pace, giving you a moment to catch your breath. But he wasn’t done with you yet. He pulled out and flipped you over, bending you over the desk. The cold wood against your heated skin was a stark contrast that made you shiver. He entered you again, this time from behind, his thrusts deep and relentless. One hand gripped your hip while the other reached around to play with your clit, adding to the overwhelming sensations. "Do you like this, pretty girl?" he asked, his voice strained with his own pleasure. "Do you like being fucked like this?", "Yes," you moaned, your voice barely more than a whisper. "I love it. Don't stop." He didn’t. He kept up the punishing pace, driving you both closer to the edge. You could feel another orgasm building, this one even more intense than the last. "I’m going to come again," you warned, your body trembling with anticipation. "Come for me, pretty girl," he commanded, his voice a growl. "Come all over my cock." With a final, powerful thrust, you did. Your orgasm ripped through you, more intense than anything you’d ever felt. He followed soon after, his own release spilling into you with a guttural moan. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the only sound your heavy breathing and the pounding of your heart. He stayed inside you for a moment longer, savoring the feeling, before finally pulling out and collapsing onto the desk beside you. You both lay there, spent and satisfied, basking in the afterglow. "That was incredible," you whispered, your voice hoarse from screaming. He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "You were incredible, pretty girl."

[emeraldenha]

TAKE A SWING!

pairing: sporty bf!jaehyun x gn!reader | genre: established relationship, fluff | wc: +1.3k words | warnings: just jaehyun being cheesy

“Soccer?”

“No.”

“Basketball?”

“Nope.”

“Football?”

“Haven’t played it a day in my life.”

“What about golf?” Jaehyun attempts once again, turning his head to look your way as the two of you take an afternoon stroll through his neighborhood park.

Unable to return home for the holidays this year, your lovely boyfriend, Jaehyun, was ecstatic to use it as an opportunity to invite you to his hometown over break. And besides the stressful meet-the-parents dinner that awaited you the first night of your arrival, it’s all been smooth sailing from there as Jaehyun avidly showed you all his favorite places from his childhood. It’s a rush of both old and new memories overlapping simultaneously that you’re somehow able to sense despite not experiencing the former, but Jaehyun knows just how to paint the perfect picture for your mind to envision his little stories from photo album to reality.

Earlier during your walk to the park, you passed by some kids playing a seemingly competitive game of basketball on the basketball court and it washed Jaehyun with a wave of nostalgia, prompting him to reminisce on his flourishing sports life growing up.

Now, he was trying to get you to play a sport with him. Any sport. He was desperate for you to know how to play anything, badgering you with a list from off the top of his head.

“Yes, if mini golfing counts,” you answer with a chuckle, mindlessly swaying your intertwined hands back and forth. “I’ve only gone once though.”

It’s almost as if Jaehyun perfectly times stepping out into the sunlight after having walked through the shade casted by a line of towering trees, the glow on his face you can feel from him internally as much as externally.

“Perfect! Then we should go mini golfing for our next date,” he cutely declares, letting go of your hand for a second to bring you into a suffocating bear hug. “This is going to be so much fun!”

“You’re so dramatic!” you whine, but secretly, you love this side of him. When he loosens his grip on your waist, you’re greeted with his giddy, contagious smile. “You’re acting like I don’t already go out with you to games and stuff.”

His lips transform his blinding smile into a playful pout. “But you always make me explain what’s going on. Every. Single. Time.”

“Don’t act like you don’t love it when I do that. You always have this sort of golden flex in your eyes when you get to talk about the things you’re passionate about.”

He then goes from a pout to a smirk.

“What was that you said? A golden flex in my eyes?”

The next day, he talks your ear off about how excited he is all morning from the moment he wakes you up to get ready up until you’re in the passenger seat of his car. He’s definitely dressed in his golf attire for the occasion too—collared pollo shirt tucked into khaki pants in all their glory.

“Are you sure you want to drive?” you ask while buckling your seatbelt, frankly a little concerned.

You were the more comfortable one with driving in the relationship and that was a well-known fact. His car was practically your car. You even drove the entire road trip to his parent’s house, no prior discussion or agreement required.

“I can do it!” Jaehyun insists, starting the engine and carefully pulling out into the street. Not too long after, he almost swerves out of the lane he was in while trying to avoid a bird flying across the windshield. You don’t understand why he was so taken aback when it’s not like the car was going fast enough to hit the bird anyways.

“It still baffles me you have a license. Was the examiner watching you while half asleep? We’re going the speed of a turtle right now,” you tease, leaning your head back against the headrest as the music from Jaehyun’s playlist only adds to the rather calm atmosphere.

Suddenly, the car speeds up causing your body to lunge forward.

“Jae, you can’t just do that either! You have to ease into it!”

You would have smacked his arm if you weren’t so petrified that it’d cause the both of you to crash.

Amused by your reaction, his laugher rings through the air as you keep your eyes peeled on the road for the remainder of the drive.

When you get to the mini golf course and start playing, you learn that you feel like a loser standing next to Jaehyun for two reasons. One, your previous mini golfing experience was essentially good for nothing. Two, because of reason number one, Jaehyun was going easy on you and was still winning by a mile.

“I suck,” you complain like a child, as much as you hate to admit.

“Come on, you’re not half bad,” he attempts to convince you, but you don’t believe a word that comes out of his mouth.

He had to say that. He’s your boyfriend, and he’s too kind. You could wack the golf ball all the way into the parking lot somehow and he’d still try to say you weren’t ‘half bad.’

“Says the guy who’s barely even trying. How do you make it look so easy?”

Grabbing your wrist to drag you to the next course without a word, he meticulously adjusts your stance, making you feel like your limbs were being possessed by a mannequin.

“Myung Jaehyun,” you warn, though it can only be followed by empty threats. You can already sense what he’s about to do, your heartbeat picking up its pace, because even though close proximity is an obviously familiar concept between the two of you, it still gets you each and every time.

Circling him arms around you from behind and drawing you into his back, his hands rest over yours on the golf club as he swings, nearly achieving a hole-in-one. You’re secretly glad that’s not the case though so he can hold onto you a little longer, but unfortunately, the ball makes it in by the next shot. You still cheer as if you had done all the heavy lifting, feigning an unaffectedness for his touch and choosing to tease him instead.

“Pulling that move? You’re so cheesy, you know that?”

“But you like my cheesiness!” he retorts, cheekily stealing a kiss on your forehead.

A flurry of laughs erupt from both your throats as you feel a buzz through your jean pocket. You take a step away from Jaehyun for a moment to check your messages while he’s filling out the scorecard for you.

“What are you on your phone for?” He asks once he notices, and while a normal and innocent question, you notice the slump in his shoulders and his big puppy dog eyes all in a quick glance.

He wants your attention.

“Nothing. It’s Sungho. He’s just asking me how to do something,” you say and promise it won’t take long in order to console him, tongue slightly sticking out of your mouth as you draft a response to your mutual friend.

You only make it halfway through what you’re trying to say before you feel a weight on your shoulder. Jaehyun’s head has found its way there as the tip of his nose tickles the side of your neck.

“I love Sungho and everything, but can we worry about him later?” he mumbles into your skin, face probably flushed red if you were to guess. He continues, “I wanted to come here to spend time with you. No interruptions. Just for today, please.”

‘I can’t say no to him, can I?’ you think, the temptation to cave in hitting you quickly.

Rushing to finish whatever sentence you were on, you press send and write a quick follow up text to Sungho that you’ll get back to him later before shutting your phone off.

“I’m all yours,” you say, craning your head until your noses are touching. You press a lingering kiss to his lips and the blissful feeling is enough to erase the world around you. “For today, tomorrow, and every day after that, I’ll be yours.”

“My cheesiness is starting to rub off on you.”

You only shrug. “I don’t know, I think you were right. I do kind of like it after all.”

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[probablyasocialecologist]

Ripping up concrete sidewalks and parking lots and instead planting urban forests and using less cars can all help to decrease indoor and outdoor air temperature. In cities with an abundance of water, “soft cooling” techniques using fans and pools can also greatly reduce extreme temperatures.

Many architects today are also changing how they design buildings: only providing AC in specific rooms instead of through a central heating system. This way, people can choose to open or close their windows if they want, while reducing the energy needed to cool the hallways and lobby areas.

If you face photovoltaic panels westward, you can time the peak electricity production from solar energy with peak electricity demand for cooling. Using better glass on buildings, external shading, increasing air movement and installing ceiling fans—all of these further reduce reliance on AC.

In the longer term, we can cool our streets by narrowing them, using less dark colors that absorb heat, and aligning streets to prevailing winds. There are also ways we can overhaul the way we do air conditioning itself.

Many cities already provide air-conditioned public spaces as a public health services; we could also redesign apartment buildings with social spaces for people to hang out, by, for example, transforming the much cooler basements into lounges.

We could build cooperative housing that is ecologically and efficiently designed, so that people can together manage their energy use and decide on their own innovations to lower temperature. Toronto has a district cooling system that uses cold water from the bottom of Lake Ontario, and then uses the warmed up water for the drinking water supply.

[love-and-deepspace-wiki]

Surrounding Characters: Mr. Raymond

Age: 39

Status: Deceased

Cause of Death: Unknown

Update! Occupation: Renowned art collector; founder of Xander Sciences

Residence: Three-story mansion in Linkon City's southeastern suburbs

Appearance: Based on his silhouette, he likely has scraggly hair and some amount of facial hair on his chin?

Details:

We meet Mr. Raymond on the protaganist's very first mission (Mission HM- U-0048-3015). En route, she finds Zayne on the side of the road with his broken-down car. She gives him a lift to Raymond's residence and learns Mr. Raymond is one of Zayne's former patients.

The mission details mention a person named Henry, who is one of the Hunter's Association's clients. They also note that Mr. Raymond is Henry's employer.

During her Wanderer inspection, the protaganist detects Metaflux and follows the Resonance Trail to the collection room. There, she finds Mr. Raymond is lying unconscious on the floor.

After the Wanderer is dealt with, the protaganist notices a Metaflux-infused painting that causes hallucinations. They reasoned it could be where the Wanderer had been hiding and the reason why Mr. Raymond had been acting so strange.

Mr. Raymond is still unconscious when the helicopter arrives and Zayne accompanies him to the hospital. The protagonist then reports the painting to HQ as needing special treatment.

Key Details:

Mr. Raymond had a serious congenital heart disease, hence Zayne's medical visit.

Zayne mentions that, based on the improvement of his vital signs, Akso's equipment determined his age to be "far younger than what it actually is"

Seems to have some connection to Xander Sciences, since the protaganist overhears him trying to convince to Zayne to work for them.

The painting in question was made by Rafayel and was sold by Flux Arts.

Mr. Raymond's Mansion:

Built near the sea and mountains, the southeastern suburbs of Linkon City are home to various luxurious villas and holiday resorts. The entrance to his mansion has an ornate iron gate. Architecturally, his three-story mansion has a style of modern design and simplicity.

Courtyard:

The exterior courtyard (left) is surrounded by a large pool (right) and the water's surface covered in blue-green algae.

First Floor:

The central feature of the first floor (below) is a large fish tank containing what appears to be a Lemurian skeleton. It is surrounded by a spiral staircase to the next floor. The room also includes a sofa set and a grand piano.

Second Floor:

(We don't get any images or description of the second floor)

Third Floor:

This floor is where his art collection room (below) is located. One of his collected items is a painting by Rafayel.

Murder Details:

The case of his murder is currently unsolved and has little known information to work with. But, through multiple accounts from other characters, I've gathered the following information.

Zayne's Statements:

When Zayne calls for medical backup, he mentions the following:

"Male, 39 years old, he collapsed from shock because a Wanderer appeared five minutes ago. No external injuries. His heart rate is normal, and his pupils react normally to light,... The address is..."

Rafayel's Statements:

When the protaganist visits Flux Arts, a digital version of the painting Mr. Raymond bought was displayed in the original's place. Rafayel's disembodied voice says the following regarding the painting:

The story behind it was a dream he'd had in childhood. In it, he had turned into a fish and swam in search of a place beyond the water's surface.

But despite his efforts, he only ended up in blood-red seawater.

That dream was the first time he'd ever seen such a color and he spent many of the following years trying to recreate it. But he never really could get that same shade of red. It was always a slightly different hue.

Thomas' Statements:

When the protaganist tells Thomas what happened to Mr. Raymond and mentions a connection to the painting, his face turns pales before he quickly regains composure. He mentions the following about Mr. Raymond:

Was a renowned art collector famous for his discerning taste

He visited Flux Arts last month, was utterly smitten with the painting, and needed to buy it.

During the process of arranging, displaying, and selling the painting, more than a dozen people were in contact with it. None of them mentioned anything about a Wanderer.

Notes that Rafayel mentioned often hearing strange noises in the studio late at night, but Thomas thought he was trying to trick him.

When the protaganist detects Metaflux from the coral stones in the Flux Arts office, Thomas says Rafayel uses them to make his paint.

Joe's Statements:

Joe is a reporter from Weekly Art who was following Rafayel in hopes of getting a scoop for a future article. He mentions the following about Mr. Raymond's case:

Mr. Raymond had drowned in his bathtub

Was found by his butler Herman. But by then, it was too late.

Before he died, Mr. Raymond had made a bunch of cuts into his arms and legs that resembled "a bunch of fish scales"

[erismourn]

also. do you have any advice on how you draw exos. specifically when it comes to like breaking down their form in a 3d space. chewing on them /pos

ok so my 3 biggest tips for drawing exos:

USE A REFERENCE. the reason I can make my exos passable to look at is because I reference heavily. 3d models are best of course, but half the time I don't care to open up blender and look at them.

PRACTICE. do some exercises to get better at 3d shapes. trace some images of exos! tracing is a really good way to learn.

LOOK AT THE WAY OTHER ARTISTS DRAW EXOS. some artists I like are lavenderarts, rivaldi22, ninthriven, trialsofsaint14, monstyra, sylenth-l, and fmab. i look at what they simplify and what they don't, how they shade, and so on, and try to implement their tricks into my own style

this is one of my fav exercises that has helped me get better at understanding 3d shapes. it's smth I really struggle with - my brain doesn't picture objects in 3d space well, which makes driving a car very interesting. but this has helped.

this exercise just gives you an idea of volume and form that I really like. I'll fill up a whole sketchbook page with just these blobs for a warmup. it's great!

with that said I'll try to take you through my process of drawing an exo but please take it with a grain of salt as I'm still learning

some things to note:

despite being robots, exos are humanoid in shape. familiarizing yourself with human anatomy, ESPECIALLY the skeleton as exos have no skin, is really important

exos generally have the same shapes underneath their external plating, approximately the shape of a human skull (open a 3d model of an exo and remove its external face plating and you'll see what I mean)

the mouth on an exo is generally higher up than it would be on a human face. they don't have a nose to get in the way of the mouth, so the mouths are a little higher up

you can do whatever you want forever. there's a lot of stuff that I simplify when I draw exos - for example, I have very little patience for figuring out what the struts and supports inside the cheek/jaw area look like so I usually just draw them all the same unless I'm going really hard at it

when I'm drawing exos I try to focus on how the features relate to each other. I know where the eyes are supposed to go on a human face (about halfway down the cranium), so I know where they go on an exo. from there, it's about relating things to the position of the eyes.

I try to take note of important characteristics on an exo's face. I don't necessarily get as detailed as taking notes like in the image below, but this is a good start it you want to get familiar with exo features. I grabbed these two pics off destinypedia as an example

it's also important to remember that exos are very angular and have facial planes versus the smooth transitions we typically see with human skin. you don't need to necessarily draw them super precise - just a line hinting at the change of plane works wonders for making it look 3d.

these are very sloppy because I did them in like 2 minutes each but I hope it comes across how I've implemented what I said???

I hope this is helpful. you just gotta practice a lot, and if anyone faults you for your robot anatomy being off slightly they can go fuck themselves lol. everyone who draws knows that robots are hard to draw and shouldn't dunk on you for making mistakes. godspeed brave soldier

[drinkingasoline]

Juliette (Claude-François Cheinisse, 1958)

The last client gone, I eagerly lit my first cigarette of the day. Around me, interns and nonresidents got up in great commotion. While putting on my blazer, they came to me with a few last papers to sign, and after an endless and meandering hallway I met the doorman, an ancient vet of the 1970 war with worn stripes and faded medals. Once again, I had to answer him again that, yes, the weather was mighty fine, that no, we still didn’t know how to attach an entire left arm prosthetic, and that yes, the Doctor was very tired by a morning of appointments. Finally, as I reached the entrance, I forgot all of my aches, all of my troubles : Juliette was waiting for me, as always.

She ignored the envious looks of the med students who detailed her curves and her form without hiding it, the boldest whistling at her, though she only had eyes for the door from where I’d appear. Just as I crossed the intangible curtain that separated the hospital from the outside world and all its germs and foreign particles, Juliette started up and opened the door for me.

I sat down in the passenger seat with a sigh of relief. Juliette closed the door, left making too wide of a turn to scare off some extern she didn’t like, and took the road to the restaurant, and all this without a word: she always respected the dazed silence I was in when I left work. Only after two red lights she handed me a lit cigarette and asked me, all tenderly: “Tired?” Silence was an acceptable answer, and I knew she wouldn’t be offended over it.

I sunk into a mellow idleness of English tobacco and Juliette’s perfume. Three streets later, a taxicab that came out of nowhere and cut us; Juliette took her most strident voice to shout some vile words. I was back into the real world. It was good timing anyway as the restaurant approached. Juliette turned into the private road that led to it, picked a table in the shade, and ordered me a steak, cooked medium, and twenty liters and a lube for her.

My liaison with Juliette had already been going on for three years by that time. It was love at first sight: I took out my checkbook and exchanged, without an ounce of regret, a Citroën with absolutely no personality — she was a good touring car, but she was incapable of emoting as she was supporting a conversation outside her field. Juliette on the other hand was long to tame, to consider me her friend, and not as her master anymore. She never really talked about it, but I think she was pretty miserable before belonging to me: she was handed to some brute in the middle of her break-in, who never let her drive, who always pretended to handle the steering wheel… As soon as she understood what she was to my eyes, the agreement was complete. We mutually agreed to speak little of her past: without being one of those jerks who insist on tuning their car by themselves or those who can’t admit they drive a second-hand car, I can’t imagine imagine anyone else than me driving Juliette.

The steak and the lube were followed by a grapefruit and a spraying, and by a cup of coffee and a quick adjustment.  At that moment, a Jaguar pulled in, and to tease Juliette, I pretended to be interested by it, but she ignored this treachery with a dignified air. On the exit of the way back, before the hard bend that dominated the Seine, again, a brand new Dodge cut us off with great speed. Juliette simply said, very softly: “Debutante…” and slowed down. Two seconds later, the Dodge’s brake lights shone a bright red: too close to the edge, she had to brake sharply. Juliette overtook it with ease and laughed: “When you’re green…” She liked to show off her expertise, all while whining on about getting old and the alleged waning of her reflexes. I didn’t take seriously on that matter.

Between going to the lab and teaching my class at the university, my afternoon was without an issue. Juliette was there outside the auditorium’s building. I was tired, but mostly irritated by the hundred or so of contemptuous students that pretended to listen. Juliette sensed it, softened, took that scenic route we both liked, and then whispered: “Do you want to drive?”

I jumped to the driver’s seat. The steering wheel reached out, Juliette offered herself… We roamed this road tenderly, the one leading the other, the one into the other, feeling the same joy at every turn, each time the engine roared its thunder… Near the end, I gave her back the reins, only half guiding; she was almost completely free in her movement, I was only attentive to the soft moan of her tires…

We had to get sensible as we joined the highway again; my heart was pounding; I slid to the passenger seat to lit a cigarette… Where was the newspaper? Juliette hummed and buzzed in high spirits. Before dinner, we went to pick up Josie (it was Christine last week, Veronica before that, and before her… I forgot. It’s that they all look the same, you know… the only thing I ask of them is to sit pretty, to be a bit dopey, and to please). And on the way back, when I put my arm around the girl’s shoulders and started telling her some spicy stuff close to her ear, I picked up some knocking in Juliette’s engine purr that I understood to be a car’s laugh, discrete, soft, concealed.

Juliette and I went to sleep around one in the morning, relaxed and carefree, whistling together in unison. I didn’t think for an instant that this could be our last day of happiness.

In the middle of the night, the phone woke me up: emergency. I got dressed grumbling, selected “coffee” on the faucet, poured myself a large cup, then went down to the garage. Juliette was sleeping, brain disconnected. I called her name: she immediately switched to “awakening” mode. The starter whirred, but the engine didn’t follow its lead. A second and third attempt did as much as the first. Juliette timidly said: “Excuse me…” I calmed her, called a taxicab and a mechanic. It was her very first failing since we’ve ever met.

The taxi came: it smelled like wet dog and cigarette ash. It refused to wait til I finished: I had to walk back home. There was light down at the garage: the mechanic was examining Juliette. I didn’t want to be a bother; I went up to take a warm shower, a scalding hot coffee, and a book.

In the morning, Juliette didn’t say a word. It took a poorly controlled skid on wet pavement for her to whisper: “I’m getting old…”

“You’re not going to start talking nonsense, are you?”

She wasn’t. A bit further, Juliette, who never made mistakes, didn’t see the new wrong way sign, on the boulevard’s corner. A whistle stopped us: thankfully it was a man-cop, receptive to some arguments… Juliette took her ticket voice, the one that was so sensual, so loaded in promises it always made me a bit jealous. A minute later we were free, off with only a trembling “Be careful next time”: tonight, that cop would have sweet dreams…

I suggested a small technical review in Milan: I could have very well taken taxis for a month, but Juliette didn’t reply. She dropped me off at the hospital without a word and left without saying where. She was there at noon, waiting for me, and for an instant I could believe that everything would be like before like yesterday, like every other day — that this was simply the matter of a general revision. She handed me that lit cigarette, nearly clipped that extern she didn’t like, asked me with that soft voice of hers: “Tired?” knowing she’d get no answer.

But she slowed down to park in front of the dealership where we met, three years ago. The dealer was waiting for us, and I understood, heart in mouth, where she had gone in the morning. I wanted to talk, but she simply said: “I’m tired…” She had already sorted everything out, the only missing thing being my signature. The New One was apprehensively quiet, her chromes shining bright. She was brand new; I would have to break her in. The dealer tried talking about “taking back an older model” but I interrupted him, almost shouting:

“No, I don’t want to return her, Juliette will stay at my place. I… I’ll use her in the evening, or on Sundays. I don’t want to tire her any more, she has the right to rest.”

“It’s only a machine, Doctor. A pretty machine,” he said with a bit of pity.

I stood my ground: I would not sell Juliette. For that matter, she supported me. She said: “Sure, in the evening… or on Sundays…” absently.

She insisted I get back immediately with the Substitute, to get acquainted. She promised to return to the garage like a good car. When I bent to take my briefcase on her backseat, she told me: “Goodbye, my baby…” with her ticket voice. Never had she spoken to me with that voice. I wanted to tell her all the affection I still had for her, promise her more beautiful vacations and cruises on scenic roads… but she was already gone.

When I got to the lab with the Intruder in the afternoon, a robo-cop was waiting for me. As soon as I saw that black and white cylinder, that dumb balancing trash can on wheels, I understood.

I barely listened to his report. Incomplete phrases like: “Chased it, but… too quick… sharp corner…” in that stupid, neutral, official-sounding voice whirled round and round and round…

You’ve got to keep face, in front of a cop above all, no matter if human or robot; I still hear myself say: “It was only a machine after all, a pretty machine…”

⁂

Foreword from the original editor ✺ Juliette Suicide by the park Mark

[ultraguardindia]

Maintaining Your PPF Coating: Tips for Long-Lasting Protection

Investing in PPF (Paint Protection Film) coating for your car is a smart decision that ensures long-term protection against scratches, chips, and other damages. However, to maximize the benefits of PPF, proper maintenance is essential. In this guide, we’ll provide practical advice on how to care for and maintain your PPF coating to ensure it remains effective for years. Whether you have PPF on car from Ultraguardindia or another provider, these tips will help keep your vehicle looking pristine.

Understanding PPF Coating

PPF coating is a transparent, durable film applied to a car's paintwork to protect it from external damage. Despite its robust nature, it requires proper care to maintain its protective properties and appearance.

There are common misconceptions that PPF maintenance is cumbersome, but with the right approach, it can be straightforward and effective.

Regular Cleaning

1. Frequency

Cleaning your car with PPF should be done regularly to prevent the buildup of dirt and contaminants. Ideally, you should wash your car every two weeks.

2. Tools and Products

Use soft microfiber cloths and pH-neutral car wash soap to avoid scratching or damaging the film. Avoid using abrasive sponges or harsh chemicals.

3. Techniques

Start by rinsing your car thoroughly to remove loose dirt. Apply the car wash soap using a microfiber mitt, and gently clean the surface in straight lines rather than circular motions to minimize swirl marks. Rinse off the soap thoroughly and dry with a clean microfiber towel to prevent water spots.

Avoiding Harsh Chemicals

a. Products to Avoid

Avoid using ammonia-based cleaners, alcohol, and other harsh chemicals that can degrade the PPF. These substances can cause the film to yellow or peel over time.

b. Safe Alternatives

Opt for cleaners specifically designed for PPF-coated cars. Ultraguardindia offers a range of PPF-friendly cleaning products that ensure safe and effective cleaning.

Protection Against Environmental Factors

UV Protection

Although PPF coatings like those from Ultraguardindia come with UV protection, parking your car in the shade or using a car cover can provide additional protection against prolonged sun exposure.

Bird Droppings and Tree Sap

Bird droppings and tree sap can be highly corrosive. Clean them off as soon as possible using a soft cloth and a gentle cleaner to prevent staining and damage to the PPF.

Road Debris and Bugs

Remove road debris and bugs regularly to avoid buildup. Soak the affected area with a gentle cleaner and then wipe it off carefully to avoid scratching the film.

Regular Inspection

Checking for Damage

Regularly inspect your PPF coating for any signs of damage such as bubbles, peeling, or scratches. Early detection allows for prompt repairs, ensuring the film continues to protect your car effectively.

Addressing Issues Promptly

If you notice any issues, contact a professional installer immediately. Minor problems can often be fixed without replacing the entire film.

Avoiding Mechanical Washes

Risks

Automatic car washes can be too harsh on PPF, causing scratches and lifting edges. The brushes and high-pressure water jets can damage the film.

Hand Washing

Hand washing is the safest method for cleaning a PPF-coated car. It allows for gentle and thorough cleaning, reducing the risk of damage.

Dealing with Scratches and Minor Damage

a. Self-Healing Properties

Many PPF coatings, including those from Ultraguardindia, have self-healing properties that can repair minor scratches and swirl marks with heat from the sun or warm water.

b. Repair Kits

For more severe damage, use PPF repair kits available from professional providers. These kits can help fix minor issues without needing a complete reinstallation.

c. Choosing a Professional Service

Look for reputable service providers with good reviews and a history of quality work. Ultraguardindia offers professional maintenance and repair services to ensure your PPF remains in top condition.

Seasonal Considerations

1. Winter Care

In winter, protect your car from salt and snow, which can wear down the PPF. Regularly wash your car to remove salt deposits and apply a sealant for extra protection.

2. Summer Care

During summer, ensure your car is parked in shaded areas to minimize UV exposure. Regularly clean off bird droppings and tree sap to prevent damage.

Conclusion

Maintaining your PPF coating is crucial for long-lasting protection and the pristine appearance of your car. By following these tips, you can ensure that your PPF coating from Ultraguardindia remains effective for years. Regular cleaning, using the right products, and seeking professional help when needed will keep your car looking as good as new. Invest in proper care to enjoy the full benefits of your PPF coating.

[shadedempsey]

Shade was hitting his bong in his car, probably not an ideal place to his bong, but that's where he was in the realm of things that seemed like good ideas currently. Honestly he'd just had it in his hand and forgotten he did until he'd gotten in his car and there it was. So he took a long hit before buckling into his passenger seat. Safety first and all.

It was supposed to stay there until he'd gotten to his destination, but low and behold there was a red light and it was the longest red light known to fucking man. It was an unholy length of time. Maybe time was moving different because he was so fucking high off his ass and on a few, number, of other drugs, but that was neither here nor there. Regardless the choice was made. It wasn't until he was blowing out a massive lung of smoke that he realized next to him was a squad car.

The long 'fuuuuuck' was mouthed from him in a billow of smoke cleared and he squinted. As a high profile citizen of Krovs town, or person of intrigue, as Shade liked to refer to himself. He stared at the man next to him.

"The fuck is this guy." He didn't realize his internal monologue was now external. That was the level of fucked up Shade currently was. "Obviously, this is bullshit." He snorted because he knew all the cops in town very, very well and this one he didn't. He'd have known if there was a new one. Kaden or Ransom would have told him. They wouldn't dare hire someone without telling him. Sacred cop petty criminal trust bond could not be broken.

So the cambion kept on driving after buckling up his bong again, safety first and all, in his white, with blue racing stripes, half built up '65 ford Shelby mustang going as near to the speed limit as he could, which was mostly 15 to 20 over depending how many people were around until he pulled up to his restaurant parking in his reserved spot. He was the owner after all. He realized the cop car was still there.

"Oi, you a stripper or some shit, cause high noon on my sun dial." He called out as he got out of his car and saw the officer coming his way. It had to be a stripper.

@vanquishings

[deanwax]

OC Favourites Tag

Cheers for the tag, @ahordeofwasps!

RULES: Share your OC's favorite colour, shoe choice, season, animal, pastime.

Open tag + no-presh nudge to @zestymimblo, @winterandwords, @da-na-hae, @ulysses-blues and @carfarm

I'm gonna do this one with Shins Malone from my novel, Impressions of Aure. :)

Colour: Out of all of life's palette, Shins continuously finds himself drawn to various shades of purple. Velvet, wine, plums, contusions - you name it. He's not one to dress himself in much other than black or plain colours but he will be intrigued by others who incorporate it into their appearance. In canon, this is Thierry Michaels' suits. In AU, he likes the purple hair of @shallowpariah's OC, Jacob.

Shoe: Why talk about shoes when you can talk about FEET? Shins is a double amputee, both legs below the knee joint. He has osseo-integrated prostheses where a metal implant in his bones has an external abutment that prosthetic limbs are attached to with an allen key. When he's not wear short, flat stubbies for bathing and other everyday home stuff, he wears a pair of black plastic prosthetic limbs with a row of metal spikes down the shins. Shoe-wise, he favours a short riding boot that won't get in the way of said spikes.

Season: The season of VENGEANCE (HAHAHAHA)-- nah for real, Shins enjoys the colours of Autumn. He's almost something of a leafer, if you consider driving past the forests at twice the speed limit on country roads the same as leaf peeping.

Animal: Like many Alphas in the Company, Shins never really had the opportunity to attach to any pets and he was never sought any out. After seeing Von Stuck's Lucifer, he did have an interest in studying bats for the anatomy of their wings, but it was short-lived.

Pastime: Shins is a keen hobby mechanic, lovingly tending to the town cars used by both the Company and the Michaels familia. His favourite vehicles, however, are his Ducati motorcyles, modified with hand controls so he's able to drive them without the use of his feet. He drives very, very fast.

[foxydude]

So, the SADDEST thing happened. I finally found a ST rp forum, wanted to do a nasty Billy and *sob* found out that Steve's player is focused on Steddie. That's not a bad thing actually (I also think that Steddie is a cute ship, even if I'm much more a Harringrove shipper myself) but what I don't like in fandoms (and that does concern every fandom I've been in since I began hanging on the internet) is that shippers tend to be focused on monogamy (aka ideal love ?). So, there are a lot of jealousy problems. So, I don't know if I want to stay on that forum but I wanted to share the story I've written for Billy-boy as it was the first time I wrote in english for a rp forum and I'm quite happy with the story I created for him. And I'm so DESESPERATE for some quality Harringrove roleplaying. I'm so glad, though, that there are so many great things on tumblr. ----------------------------------------------

He should be happy that the grin that shows on his face is still the same, never fully reaching his eyes, as cold and sharp as the deep sea next to which he has grown. At least, the grin allows an external eye to look away  from the bruise, tainted with a murky shade of yellow, he  has on the jaw. 

Great, does Billy Hargrove think, before he puts out the end of his cigarette in an old can of beer that he shoves under his bed (because Neil hates his smoking habit. Just like Neil seems to hate everything about him, actually).

When you get into a fight, no matter who your opponent is, you are still the one to decide how the story will be told. Will you be the sore loser or the troubling adversary who refused to back down, even at the most decisive moment ?

Billy has always made sure everybody knows the answer to that question, despite the bruises that often show on his face. But first of all, he had to be assured that himself wouldn’t be ashamed of these marks : he made them the proof of his pride, the testimony of his fighting spirit.

His grin grows wider, showing the white glistening of his teeth. He likes the way he looks, his blond curls reminding him of something that has trouble to take shape. Sometimes, Billy can still hear the remnants of a laugh, a charming, feminine trill that had stayed with him for the last ten years.

« Baby, don’t forget to wash the sand off your feet before you get in the car. »

It’s only a memory, but it’s actually the sweetest he has in stock, the only one he can remember perfectly because he kept playing it in his head for all these years. Even if Billy forgot how to play nice with other people (who was that kid who used to be friendly toward others, anyway ? Just a ghost from his past), something in him prevented him from erasing this memory from his thoughts. 

But it’s easier to act as if it never existed, as if his life began the day his mother disappeared. Easier, also, to act like he is the thoughest guy around, the rudest douchebag who has ever walked on earth. And, man, these things were way easier to manage when he still lived in Cali, even if he already had to babysit the gremlin Neil told him to call sister. Sadly enough, Billy has lived too long on his own to remember what the concept of family could mean.

In Cali, at least, he had friends. Not real ones, of course. But they were fun to mess with, and, sure, the girls were easy when you knew how to handle them. And there was sun, a briliant, devoring sun that kissed his skin all summer and made it look like gold until fall arrived.

In comparison with Cali, Hawkins is just another shity town, a dumpster full of dickheads and stupid cows. How do you want to rule when the only people available are the dullest ones, their faces grey with the lack of sun ? Every time he encounters them, Billy wants to scream because everything in their attitude is so fucking boring. Actually, they should be grateful he showed up around : they could use the entertainment he’s willing to provide them for free.

But it wasn’t always like this.

The corners of his mouth twitch slightly, his smirk threatening to break.

You know it wasn’t always so easy to feel self-confident, do you ? 

The question he asks himself brings a bittersweet shadow in his blue eyes.

If he hadn’t gone that far that night, maybe he would still be living in Cali. At least, if he had the courtesy to be wasted, Neil wouldn’t have reacted so harshly. If the memory of the beach is his most precious one, what happened this dreadful night is the worst one he has. Bill can still feel the taste of his own blood in his mouth, mixed with the tears he has shed when Neil had shoved his face against the wall. Max had been woken up by the sound of Neil beating him up and he couldn’t meet her gaze. Because he was weak, dirty, because he was messy. 

“You’re no son of mine.” said the bastard, his mouth hard 

It still stings.

He takes another cigarette out of his pack, lits it.

Don’t linger on that, you have better things to do, does Billy tell to himself, because if he doesn’t get ready to party, no one will come to look after him anyway

And the smile is back, that smile that could make everythings melt to the ground.

Let’s make tonight better than yesterday.

[volublelemur]

trying to figure out ways to make my shack less of an oven

looking up tips for tents seems waaay more feasible than those for actually finished buildings

so my goals for improvement to my living space are:

some kind of external shield to provide shade cuz I have NONE

a bucket of ice to add to my fan to blow around cooler air

maybe those shiny things ppl use in their cars windshield so I can reflect light of the roof

open another window hole so I can have a cross breeze

idk why my first thought is literally the most difficult everything after 1 seems easier

[cosmicluci]

Has anyone lost art? Like, an art piece you were passionate about, worked on dutifully, and really enjoyed. And then, suddenly, it’s just gone. All your work, for nothing.

I was working on a drawing. I’d been working on it for days, and I loved it. It was looking just so good. And had things in it I would almost never have drawn otherwise. Cars, buildings, roads. With multiple characters. And worse, it was almost done! I just needed to finish shading. Could probably post it in, like, two days maybe.

Then because of computer issues, the file got corrupted. Really badly. It won’t open at all, no repair tools can fix it. And because I don’t have an external hard drive, I don’t have file history. So I lost all of it today, and I feel like absolute shit.

I know I don’t want to draw anything else, I want to see this thing done, I want to finish it, but at the same time, starting over is daunting. It’ll probably be easier, sure. But it’s also a lot.

Anyway, that’s it. I just kinda wanted to rant. Maybe see if others have gone through this? (Misery loves company, right?)

It’s such a small, stupid problem, but it’s really wrecked me

[plushfurniture]

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A sleigh bed has alluded to the edges that have a headboard and a footboard that includes an outward twist at each end's top. They to some degree look like a sleigh, that is the motivation behind why they are called sleighs. It is French and it is by and large made for a solitary individual. One of the remarkable highlights of these is that the footboard is more limited than the headboard. The conventional sleigh had a component of twisting inwards as well as outwards. However, a cutting-edge sleigh is planned by focusing to a greater degree on the outward twist. This is on the grounds that an external twist is viewed as more agreeable and it tries not to hit one's head on the twist.

Things to be remembered while buying a sleigh bed

Size- The premier thing to be considered is the size. There are various kinds of sleigh-accessible like a twin, full, sovereign, ruler, and a sleigh bed with storage. Contingent on the size of the room where you need to introduce it and the region where you want to put them, you can without much of a stretch choose what ought to be its size.

Type- There are for the most part three kinds of sleigh bed ones accessible, which are wood-made, upholstered sleighs, and metal ones. In the event that you are hoping to give your room an exemplary look, a wood sleigh bed is the most ideal choice. While picking a wood sleigh, you really want to pick the variety that ought to coordinate with the furniture of the room.

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[nsquares11]

How to Choose the Perfect Wedding Venue: Tips from a Professional Planner

Choosing the right wedding venue is one of the most important decisions in the wedding planning process. After all, your venue sets the tone for your entire celebration, from the decor to the atmosphere and even the guest experience. As one of the leading destination wedding planners in Delhi, I’ve helped countless couples find their dream venues, and I’m here to share some essential tips that will make your search for the perfect location a breeze.

1. Consider Your Wedding Style

Your wedding venue should reflect your style and the overall theme you envision for your big day. Do you dream of a classic, elegant ceremony with chandeliers and formal attire? Or perhaps you’re looking for a relaxed, rustic vibe with outdoor views and a more laid-back dress code. Before you start touring venues, take some time to think about the style and mood you want to create.

Traditional Weddings: Look for a grand ballroom, hotel, or country club that offers elegant decor and all-inclusive packages.

Rustic or Boho Weddings: Consider barns, vineyards, or gardens that have an earthy, natural vibe.

Modern or Industrial Weddings: Lofts, warehouses, and art galleries can provide the sleek, contemporary atmosphere you may prefer.

2. Set a Realistic Budget

Your wedding venue will likely be one of the biggest expenses on your list, so it’s important to set a realistic budget early on. Keep in mind that the price of a venue often includes more than just the space—it may also cover catering, décor, and staffing.

Venue Fees: Understand the total cost, including taxes, tips, and any additional charges.

Inclusions: Some venues include tables, chairs, linens, and sound systems, while others may charge extra for these items.

Catering Costs: If the venue offers in-house catering, consider whether this fits your budget or if you’ll need to hire an external caterer.

A professional wedding planner can help you navigate venue options that match your budget and avoid any hidden costs.

3. Guest List Size

The size of your guest list will determine the size of the venue you need. A venue that is too small can feel cramped and uncomfortable, while one that is too large might feel empty and lack intimacy. Be sure to finalize your guest list before you start booking venues so that you can choose a space that accommodates your guests without being overwhelming.

Small Weddings (under 50 guests): A cozy, intimate venue such as a boutique hotel, private estate, or small restaurant works best.

Medium Weddings (50–150 guests): Consider country clubs, banquet halls, or even larger outdoor venues like gardens or barns.

Large Weddings (150+ guests): Large ballrooms, hotels with extensive event spaces, and event centers are great options.

4. Location, Location, Location

The location of your venue plays a significant role in both your guest experience and your overall wedding vibe. Consider how far your venue is from your ceremony site, hotels, and transportation options. You want your guests to have an easy time navigating to your wedding, especially if they are traveling from out of town.

Accessibility: Look for a venue that is easy to reach by car or public transportation.

Guest Accommodations: If you have a lot of out-of-town guests, consider a venue near hotels or provide shuttle services.

Seasonal Considerations: Outdoor venues may be stunning, but they can be affected by weather. If you're planning a summer wedding, ensure the venue has ample shade or air conditioning. For winter weddings, ensure the venue is well-heated.

5. Explore Available Services and Vendors

Some venues offer all-inclusive packages with catering, photography, floral arrangements, and even a wedding coordinator. While this can save you time and effort, it may also limit your choices for outside vendors. As a professional planner, I often recommend looking for venues that give you flexibility with your vendor choices, as long as they meet the venue’s requirements. If you’re working with an event management company in Delhi, they can help you navigate these options and ensure you get the best vendors for your special day.

In-House Vendors: If the venue offers a list of preferred vendors, check if these vendors align with your style and budget.

Vendor Flexibility: If you want to bring in your own vendors (for example, a specific photographer or band), make sure the venue allows it.

Venue Coordination: Some venues offer a coordinator to help with logistics, but a professional wedding planner can be a valuable asset in managing all the details.

6. Think About the Ambiance and Setting

Every venue has its own atmosphere, and it’s important that it aligns with the feeling you want for your big day. Spend time at the venue (ideally during an event) to get a sense of its ambiance. Does the space feel warm, inviting, and welcoming? Is there natural light, or does the lighting feel too harsh for your taste?

Indoor vs. Outdoor: Some venues offer both indoor and outdoor options. Think about which setting will create the vibe you want—an outdoor garden wedding might be stunning at sunset, while an indoor ballroom can be elegant for a nighttime celebration.

Decor and Layout: Consider how much you’ll need to decorate the venue to make it your own. Some venues come with beautiful decor, while others might require more customization.

7. Check Availability

Wedding venues can book up quickly, especially during peak seasons (typically spring and fall). It’s crucial to check the venue’s availability as early as possible and be flexible with your date if necessary. Keep in mind that some venues may offer discounts for off-peak days or seasons, so consider getting married on a weekday or during the winter months if you’re looking to save money.

8. Trust Your Instincts

Finally, trust your gut. After considering all the practical factors, the perfect wedding venue should make you feel excited and at peace. You’ll know when you’ve found the one that speaks to your vision, your style, and your heart.

Final Thoughts

Choosing the perfect wedding venue takes careful consideration, but with these tips, you’re well on your way to finding a location that suits your vision, budget, and style. As a wedding planner, I always tell my clients that the venue is the foundation of their wedding day—once you’ve got that, everything else will fall into place. Happy planning!

[superiorexotic24]

The benefits of professional services at a car paint shop in Fort Lauderdale FL

Maintaining your vehicle’s appearance is as important as ensuring its mechanical performance. Over time, exposure to sunlight, road debris, weather conditions, and other environmental factors can damage your car’s paint, diminishing its value and appeal. Whether you’re looking to restore your car’s finish, repair scratches, or explore custom designs, professional services at a car paint shop in Fort Lauderdale FL offer unparalleled advantages.

At Superior Exotic Color & Paint, we specialize in providing top-tier automotive painting services that enhance the look, durability, and value of your vehicle. Here, we’ll explore the numerous benefits of entrusting your car to professionals for painting and finishing services.

Expertise and Skill

One of the most significant benefits of choosing a professional Car Paint Shop Fort Lauderdale FL is the expertise and skill that experienced technicians bring to the job. Automotive painting requires a deep understanding of surface preparation, paint application techniques, and the use of specialized equipment.

At Superior Exotic Color & Paint, our team has years of experience handling vehicles of all makes and models. From luxury sedans to rugged SUVs, we ensure every vehicle receives meticulous attention and a flawless finish. Our expertise guarantees superior results that far surpass DIY attempts or low-cost services.

Use of High-Quality Materials

Professional car paint shops use premium-quality paints, primers, and clear coats that ensure a durable and long-lasting finish. These materials are often designed to withstand harsh environmental conditions, including UV rays, humidity, and salt exposure, which are common in Fort Lauderdale FL.

At Superior Exotic Color & Paint, we use only the best products from trusted brands to deliver results that stand the test of time. Our materials not only enhance the appearance of your vehicle but also provide a protective layer against external damage.

Advanced Equipment and Techniques

Professional car paint shops are equipped with advanced tools and facilities that ensure precision and efficiency. For example, high-tech spray booths with controlled environments prevent contaminants like dust and debris from affecting the paint job. Modern tools, such as computerized color-matching systems, ensure that the paint perfectly matches your vehicle’s original shade or your desired custom color.

At Superior Exotic Color & Paint, we invest in state-of-the-art equipment to provide seamless, factory-quality finishes. Our cutting-edge techniques and meticulous processes guarantee your vehicle looks as good as new.

Customization Options

A professional Car Paint Shop Fort Lauderdale FL offers extensive customization options to meet your unique style preferences. Whether you want a custom color, intricate design, or personalized graphics, professionals can bring your vision to life. Customization not only enhances your vehicle’s aesthetic appeal but also makes it stand out on the road.

Our team at Superior Exotic Color & Paint specializes in crafting bespoke designs tailored to your personality. From sleek racing stripes to bold multi-color patterns, we turn your creative ideas into reality.

Restoration of Damaged Surfaces

Scratches, dents, and fading paint can significantly impact the appearance of your vehicle. Professional car paint shops have the expertise to repair damaged surfaces before applying new paint. This ensures that the final finish is smooth and flawless, without imperfections.

At Superior Exotic Color & Paint, we perform thorough surface preparation, including sanding, dent repair, and priming, to create the perfect base for your new paint. This attention to detail ensures a high-quality, professional result every time.

Increased Resale Value

A fresh, professionally applied paint job can dramatically increase your vehicle’s resale value. A well-maintained exterior is one of the first things potential buyers notice, and a polished, attractive appearance can make your car more appealing in the competitive used car market.

In Fort Lauderdale’s thriving automotive scene, Superior Exotic Color & Paint helps you maximize your vehicle’s value with premium painting services that restore its original luster or add a unique, eye-catching touch.

Time Efficiency

While DIY painting might seem cost-effective initially, it often takes much longer and leads to subpar results. Professional car paint shops have the experience and tools to complete the job efficiently without compromising on quality.

At Superior Exotic Color & Paint, we provide accurate timelines for each project and work diligently to meet deadlines, so you can get back on the road quickly with a vehicle that looks its best.

Warranty and Assurance

Reputable car paint shops stand behind their work with warranties, providing peace of mind and confidence in the quality of their services. A warranty demonstrates the shop’s commitment to excellence and ensures you’re covered in case of any issues.

At Superior Exotic Color & Paint, we offer industry-leading warranties on all our painting services. Our commitment to customer satisfaction means you can trust us to deliver results that last.

Eco-Friendly Practices

Many professional car paint shops now prioritize environmentally friendly practices. From using low-VOC (volatile organic compound) paints to implementing responsible waste disposal methods, these efforts minimize the environmental impact of automotive painting.

Superior Exotic Color & Paint is proud to embrace sustainable practices. We use eco-friendly materials and techniques to deliver outstanding results while protecting the environment.

Personalized Customer Service

Professional car paint shops provide personalized service tailored to your specific needs. From color selection to design consultations, the team works closely with you to ensure the final result aligns with your vision.

At Superior Exotic Color & Paint, customer satisfaction is our top priority. Our friendly, knowledgeable staff takes the time to understand your requirements and guide you through every step of the process.

Protection Against the Elements

Florida’s climate can be tough on vehicles, with intense sunlight, humidity, and salt air causing paint to fade, peel, or corrode over time. Professional paint shops use advanced coatings and finishes that provide extra protection against these elements, ensuring your car maintains its appearance for longer.

At Superior Exotic Color & Paint, we specialize in UV-resistant and weatherproof finishes that are perfect for Fort Lauderdale’s coastal conditions.

Long-Term Cost Savings

While professional painting services may seem like a significant upfront investment, they can save you money in the long run. High-quality materials and expert application reduce the need for frequent touch-ups or repainting, making it a cost-effective choice over time.

By choosing Superior Exotic Color & Paint, you’re investing in durability and excellence, ensuring your car’s paint remains vibrant and intact for years to come.

Confidence and Pride

Driving a car with a stunning, professional paint job boosts your confidence and pride in your vehicle. Whether you’re commuting to work, heading to the beach, or attending a car show, a polished, eye-catching exterior ensures your car turns heads wherever you go.

Superior Exotic Color & Paint helps you feel proud of your vehicle by delivering exceptional results that showcase its beauty and uniqueness.

The benefits of professional services at a car paint shop in Fort Lauderdale FL are clear. From expert craftsmanship to increased resale value, a professional paint job is an investment that enhances your vehicle’s appearance and longevity. At Superior Exotic Color & Paint, we’re dedicated to providing top-notch services that exceed your expectations. Visit us today to experience the difference of working with true professionals.

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Personal venting because sometimes it sucks talking only to a therapist and community based in professional psychology driven toward healthy conversation and human connection:

I think the chasm between mine and some family’s understanding is so vast because I’m not facing the world from their level of wealth.

I’m facing the world from a position of utter poverty and that’s where my values originate. I don’t see an absolute need for a bed, a car, a pretty dresser… I see needs for blankets, a pillow, shoes and a bag or crate to store my clothes in. Those are my foundational desires.

From there I begin working toward functional accessories like kitchen essentials, cleaning essentials, body soap and hygiene essentials.

I have let go of all need to maintain an image beyond anything but survival and capacity which is normal when you make a fixed, unchanging $1,500 per month under significant spending restrictions due to guardianship, making some things more expensive than others since the modern world makes things cheaper through digital means, erasing a paper trail and limiting in-person service to cut employee costs.

So, I prioritize survival. I don’t care to find a wife or settle into a marriage or raise kids. I care about art and celebration of the art of other people. I prioritize celebrating life in terms of flourishing life; nature, human collaboration and compassionate connection.

Yes, I may be absolutely terrible at a great many things including those which deepen my connection with people who share my values. I also am willing to learn and adapt which is a much easier process with absolute accountability, awareness of exactly which influences shaped me and what seems to hold me back or limit my receptiveness.

These are core values and principles for me. I have been raised mostly by external community, not family. In fact, most of my life it was family who constantly handed me to someone else and blamed me for their decisions to do so.

I am naturally inclined toward accepting others and being curious about them. I never developed the sort of attachment love that comes from consistency in nurture and healthy protective parenting.

I’m probably polyamorous or I’ll either feel insecure and unfulfilled in a stagnant monogamous relationship or even possibly cheat… which I’d imagine is a stretch. I’m more inclined toward self suffering than causing that kind of pain especially if my partner and I agreed on mutual exclusivity.

My point is, I think I understand where my family and I clash. They have core positions of comfortable and self-sustaining wealth with values and principles rooted in systems of belief and community governing their choices and actions which I have had very little significant experience with.

Yet they expect me to have the ability to act on knowledge I never truly received through means I never experienced. I was not raised in the same way, by the same hands or even toward the same goals. My entire life has been focused on healing, not thriving… and I’ve even been shit on for trying to do that.

Our society seems to separate the struggling from the “successful” and it has various methods of shading and shadowing the divide between these groups. We’re often taught to suffer in silence, to keep quiet so people don’t know you’ve felt pain at all… we’re told to learn and work in secret so we only share our success for contributing to collective surface-level harmony.

Thing is, life is not just a solo artist’s song… it’s an infinitely evolving orchestral assembly complete with every instrument we’ve ever known and many we’ve never even heard of.

So, yeah… I get why I don’t fit into the family’s collective narrative.

I wasn’t even written with the same ink.

You have money; boats (plural), cars (plural, houses (plural), an inherited lake house, hundreds of thousands if not millions invested in your sports cars, jet skis and massive Star Wars fan cave basements… that’s an assload of material wealth.

…and you judge me for what? Not finding that stuff important enough to protect over truth and compassion for people and acknowledging the differences in conditioning experiences here.

You call it love to say the words and offer me a seat for dinner or the occasional barbecue. You don’t act like love is a verb. You act like it’s a noun.

To my father, you say “you know I love you,” then cause emotional and physical harm and deny the reality we both shared. You deny responsibility for your own actions and call me selfish or needy and want me to lie for you.

You race across the US to drive Pikes Peak with your Viper buddies and host an annual “kennonball run” event from the Chelsea Proving Grounds to your inherited lake house… with your son nowhere in sight as I suppose I’m an embarrassment on disability income who can’t legally own a second car so classy to show off… because of legal restrictions you introduced me to.

I have nothing. You own 3 houses and a condo, 2 classic cars, a performance car and a pickup truck, 2 boats and two jet skis kept in a marina and a lake house inherited from your father who built it with his bare hands. Your father also built a house in that same neighborhood for your disabled brother and nurtured a family relationship with beautiful people who cared for him.

…and you just placed me on disability income at age 15 then abandoned me at 17 to live with beautiful strangers, my girlfriend and her family.

On the note of disability, you also frequently deny my lived experiences through childhood and teenage life; relationships, exploration, extremely active lifestyle… we had to visit our family-owned glasses place a few times per year because I always recklessly busted my glasses from ridiculous levels of natural activity.

You defend your disability decision against the truth of lived and shared experiences with vast social groups outside your domain of community.

Who’s the problem here?

Because therapy and professional help are telling me it’s not me… and I’m finally coming around to wholeheartedly believing it.

Where’s the “truth” and what does that word even mean to you? Is truth just a narrative support mechanism for maintaining your position and respect? Is “reality” just your story written to make you the infallible protagonist?

To the rest of the family and friends dazzled by his shiny toys and pretty boats and cars… how the hell can’t you see this?