#devils primer

[stereax]

likes and reblogs highly appreciated here!!! spent a ton of time on this, hope it shows!

(and kudos to the discord crew who put up with me spamming them with pages of this and giving me the thumbs-up about it - love you all!!!)

let's go devils!!!

[hugheschierdaddy]

every person in the new jersey devils organization is shown this primer on their first day

(timo and jesper bring snacks for the presentation)

they’re so obsessed with each other that they come with an official warning

a fact that jack is very proud of

[maeshelix]

Just watched the first half of Chainsaw Man with a dear friend, haven't even touched the manga, but I already know for a fact that Kobeni is the Gun Devil.

Mark my fucking words on this, it's the only answer that makes sense.

[reachartwork]

PLEASE JUST LET ME EXPLAIN REDUX

AI {STILL} ISN'T AN AUTOMATIC COLLAGE MACHINE

I'm not judging anyone for thinking so. The reality is difficult to explain and requires a cursory understanding of complex mathematical concepts - but there's still no plagiarism involved. Find the original thread on twitter here; https://x.com/reachartwork/status/1809333885056217532

A longpost!

This is a reimagining of the legendary "Please Just Let Me Explain Pt 1" - much like Marvel, I can do nothing but regurgitate my own ideas.

You can read that thread, which covers slightly different ground and is much wordier, here; https://x.com/reachartwork/status/1564878372185989120

This longpost will; Give you an approximately ELI13 level understanding of how it works Provide mostly appropriate side reading for people who want to learn Look like a corporate presentation

This longpost won't; Debate the ethics of image scraping Valorize NFTs or Cryptocurrency, which are the devil Suck your dick

WHERE DID THIS ALL COME FROM?

The very short, very pithy version of *modern multimodal AI* (that means AI that can turn text into images - multimodal means basically "it can operate on more than one -type- of information") is that we ran an image captioner in reverse.

The process of creating a "model" (the term for the AI's ""brain"", the mathematical representation where the information lives, it's not sentient though!) is necessarily destructive - information about original pictures is not preserved through the training process.

The following is a more in-depth explanation of how exactly the training process works. The entire thing operates off of turning all the images put in it into mush! There's nothing left for it to "memorize". Even if you started with the exact same noise pattern you'd get different results.

SO IF IT'S NOT MEMORIZING, WHAT IS IT DOING?

Great question! It's constructing something called "latent space", which is an internal representation of every concept you can think of and many you can't, and how they all connect to each other both conceptually and visually.

CAN'T IT ONLY MAKE THINGS IT'S SEEN?

Actually, only being able to make things it's seen is sign of a really bad AI! The desired end-goal is a model capable of producing "novel information" (novel meaning "new").

Let's talk about monkey butts and cigarettes again.

BUT I SAW IT DUPLICATE THE MONA LISA!

This is called overfitting, and like I said in the last slide, this is a sign of a bad, poorly trained AI, or one with *too little* data. You especially don't want overfitting in a production model!

To quote myself - "basically there are so so so many versions of the mona lisa/starry night/girl with the pearl earring in the dataset that they didn't deduplicate (intentionally or not) that it goes "too far" in that direction when you try to "drive there" in the latent vector and gets stranded."

Anyway, like I said, this is not a technical overview but a primer for people who are concerned about the AI "cutting and pasting bits of other people's artworks". All the information about how it trains is public knowledge, and it definitely Doesn't Do That.

There are probably some minor inaccuracies and oversimplifications in this thread for the purpose of explaining to people with no background in math, coding, or machine learning. But, generally, I've tried to keep it digestible. I'm now going to eat lunch.

Post Script: This is not a discussion about capitalists using AI to steal your job. You won't find me disagreeing that doing so is evil and to be avoided. I think corporate HQs worldwide should spontaneously be filled with dangerous animals.

Cheers!

[withwritersblock]

Champagne Supernova

~Champagne Supernova by Oasis~

Author's note: this is inspired by the TV show My Mad Fat Diary because I was listening to this song and reminded me of the whole show. So this is loosely inspired by Rae and Finn. So this plus size reader :) Summary: Luke comforts Y/N after being nervous about being seen together.

Warnings: some triggering language regarding weight and personal image Word Count: 1,566 Luke Hughes x plus size fm!reader

She stared at her reflection contemplating if the New Jersey Devils sweater on her body was too tight. She tugged it at different places before she let out a groan. She moved towards her vanity, she sat down and pulled a headband on her head to pull her hair away from her face to get her makeup on.

Tomorrow is the stadium series for the New Jersey Devils and her long-term boyfriend Luke. They’ve been together ever since freshman year of high school. She tapped the small button beneath her vanity mirror to turn on the bright light to help her put her makeup on. 

She had soft music playing in the background as she slowly began to add primer to her skin. Luke knocked on the bedroom door before peeking his head into their shared bedroom. He smiled as he saw the hints of the forty-three on the back.

“Devils stuff looks good on you,” he mumbled as he leaned down and ran his hands from her shoulder down her sides. He delicately pressed his lips to the top of her head. She smiled softly as she began dabbing her face with her beauty blender. “I’m excited to show you off to my teammates,” he muttered before he flopped down on the beanbag sitting beside the vanity.

He tilted his head back against the wall as he admired her features. 

She has always been plus sized, well before they were in a relationship together. Luke has always found her the most beautiful girl in the world. They had three classes together their freshman year and Luke spent the majority of the first semester trying to convince her to go on a date with him.

In all honesty from the first time he asked her out, she was convinced he was doing it as a joke. It was hard to believe a handsome tall, athletic man like Luke would want someone like her. She never found herself pretty because of her weight. How could someone like him ever want someone like her?

But he did, and he spent months trying to prove to her how genuine he was. It took four months for her to finally say yes. He had spent every moment he could making sure she was happy and she was loved.

He’s been in love with her since the moment he saw her and six years later nothing has changed. At least he thought nothing had changed. 

After being drafted for the NHL and officially playing for the team this season; Y/N has felt something shift in her confidence. She’s never wavered in her confidence level throughout their relationship. The occasional thought that he was staying with her out of convenience would come into her mind. But Luke would look at her with the same look he did the first time he said ‘I love you’ and the thought would disappear. 

The more she started going to his games, she noticed the size of the other girlfriends of the players. How much more petite and bleached blonde they looked. It was hard to go up and say she was also dating one of the players. So, she never did. She would stay in the stands and watch instead of the WAGs suite.

“You’re staring,” she mutters as she begins to powder her features. 

“I don’t see you enough anymore, I miss looking at ya,” he mutters as he delicately tapped his knee against her side. She smiled softly as she continued her makeup routine. 

She felt her heart race as she continued to do her makeup. “I miss looking at you too,” she mumbled. He stood up slowly. He towered over her as he leaned down, she tilted her head back to meet his gaze. He took a hold of her chin, smiling softly as he leaned down and delicately kissed her.

He pulled away, only for a moment before he kissed her again. “Lukey,” she mumbled against his lips. He took a deep breath before pulling away only a few inches.

“I know,” he mumbled, “You have to get ready,” he let out before he planted another kiss on her lips before he slowly began to walk away. “I’m going to take a quick shower, my love,” he smiled towards her as he left the bedroom. 

It took another thirty minutes before she was done with her makeup, she was unsatisfied with how it looked. Nothing seemed to make her look how she wanted to. Her makeup wasn’t sitting right and her hair was not looking how she wanted it to. She stood in front of the mirror as she ran her hand over her sides. The curves weren’t in the right spot, nothing seemed to make her look good or feel confident. 

He knocked on the door again before he entered the room wearing the red and black Devils beanie and the bright red zip up. She forced a smile on her lips as she met his eye through the mirror. “You look beautiful,” he said as he shut the door behind him as he walked towards her. She clenched her jaw as she pursed her lips forward. He squinted his eyes, “What’s on your mind?” he asked as he delicately placed his hands on her hips. She pulled away from him, blinking rapidly.

“I don’t know if I should go,” she mumbled. His face fell as he watched her walk towards the bed.

“Why not?” he asked barely above a whisper. She pulled her lips together as she kept her gaze on the small blanket in front of her.

“Luke, there’s going to be cameras,” she let out, her voice breaking.

“So?” he pleated, “I want them to meet you! I’m always bragging about my super amazing girlfriend and they keep wanting to meet you!” he expressed, delicately reaching his hand to take a hold of her arm. She pulled her arm away from his grasp.

“And what are they going to think when they look at me?” she countered, turning her gaze to meet his eye. He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head.

“Why do you care about what they think?” he asked, gesturing behind him. Her lips began to quiver as she tilted her head back.

“Because do you know how much better you could do than me?” she offered, her lips quivering. He shook his head while pursing his lips forward. “You’re a professional athlete, you could easily get some celebrity who’s skinny and pretty-”

“Where’s all of this coming from?” Luke asked, shaking his head. She paused as her mind was racing. “Y/N, since when did you think about stuff like that?”

“I’ve always thought about stuff like that! Every time we take a picture I think about how people will look at it and think,  “What’s he doing with that ugly fat ass, he could do so much better.” Fan girls are ruthless, Luke! I don’t want them to look at me and think-”

“I don’t care about what they think!” he shouted back. She rolled her eyes while letting out a huff of air.

“I do!” she yelled back. 

“The only two opinions that should matter are mine and yours!” He took a step towards her, looking deeply into her teary eyes. “I look at you and all I see is the most beautiful girl in the world!” 

“You know that’s not true,” she let out while shaking her head.

“That’s my opinion! I get to decide who I think is beautiful. I get to decide who I want to love! You have no idea how I see you. You are beautiful and sexy and smart and you’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Y/N. That’s the opinion that should matter, not what some fourteen year old girl says in a Tiktok comment,” he explained while scanning her features. 

She smiled softly as he spoke. “I love you,” she let out quietly as her voice broke. He smiled softly as he engulfed her in a hug, she blinked harshly as she leaned her head against his chest.

They hugged for a few more seconds before she pulled away, he waited until she was ready to separate. She looked into his eyes before she wiped the small tears that fell on her cheek. Her gaze looked towards the beanie that was too big for his head and a chuckle fell from her lips. 

“What?” he asked, chuckling.

“You look like the Cat in the Hat with that,” she let out as she pointed towards the hat. He rolled his eyes playfully as he wrapped his arms around her waist as he rocked her back and forth.

“The what? The what?” he asked teasingly as he swayed them back and forth. A laugh fell from their lips as he slowly pulled away from her. “You ready?” he muttered. 

“Let me fix this,” she motioned towards the small smears of mascara beneath her eyes. His mouth fell open shortly before it clammered shut. “I’ll be ready in five minutes,” she mumbled before pressing her lips against his cheek.

“Okay, Darling,” he muttered with a wide smile before he plopped down on the beanbag chair. She stared towards him suspiciously. “I like watching you do your makeup,” he mumbled. She rolled her eyes as she smiled towards him before she sat back down at her vanity.

[creature-wizard]

What Is Conspirituality? A Primer.

Whatever your spiritual beliefs are (or aren't), something you need to be aware of is conspirituality - that is, a spiritual worldview that incorporates conspiracy theories.

Any (and I do mean any; there are no exceptions) form of spirituality can turn into conspirituality. Some forms of spirituality even use conspiracy theories as a foundation for their views.

Conspirituality is very common in far right Christianity, typically manifesting as a belief that world is secretly controlled or beleaguered by a secret society of devil worshipers. Europe's witch hunts and the Satanic Panic were driven by this worldview. The people who subscribe to this usually believe that everything they find threatening is the literal work of Satan and his followers.

It also comes up in neopagan spirituality from time to time. An example of this is the belief that Christianity was created to suppress the worship of a great mother goddess, and thus create patriarchy. In reality, cultures like Greece and Rome were already patriarchal, even though they worshiped a number of goddesses. (This doesn't mean that we should just accept that patriarchy is the natural state of things and give into it, but it does mean that we have to understand that fighting it is a little more complicated than popularizing the Divine Feminine or something.)

New Age spirituality is rife with conspiracism; in fact, its entire mythology is fundamentally conspiratorial. For example, it claims that Atlantis was real and the gods were actually aliens that visited us in ancient times, but this has been covered up by a faction of malevolent aliens who secretly control the world in order to exploit us. Many people don't realize that "aliens built it" was an idea proposed by white people who were resistant to the idea that ancient POC were intelligent enough to build things on their own, who had to ignore and distort a lot of evidence to try and support it. They don't realize that this whole idea of secret malevolent forces controlling the world comes out of the far right Christian playbook.

If you want to learn more about recognizing conspiracy theories in spirituality, I recommend checking out my post, Is the spiritual person a conspiracy theorist? A list of red flags.

[britcision]

So I’ve been thinking about cultural Christianity lately and how people tend to get very upset about it without really understanding what it is, so here is a primer

Cultural Christianity is not a choice you make. It does not mean you are Christian, or even that you remotely like Christianity; a lot of people who vehemently hate the religion do so because of their own cultural Christianity

It is not a shortcoming, or a moral failing, or a sin. It just means that the culture you were raised in was predominantly Christian.

Note: I did not say “majority Christian”. Christians don’t need to be a majority to have a dominant cultural influence

Cultural Christianity means you inherently understand and probably use swearwords like “damn”, “hell”, or a variation on the name “Jesus Christ”

It means when I say cultural Christianity is not a sin, you understand exactly what I mean without needing to have it explained - and you probably know the phrase “original sin” or “seven deadly sins”, even if not in full detail

It means hearing about Hades, god of the dead, wealth, and volcanoes, and assuming he’s the bad guy of Greek mythology… y’know, like Satan

(EVERYONE went to Hades when they died. The Elysian Fields, where the best heroes went, was in Hades’ underworld. The Eleusinian mysteries, a cult to Demeter and Persephone, was basically about asking them to tell Hades to give you a cool afterlife

And he would cuz he drank his “respect wife” juice if not all of his “respect women” juice. Did still kidnap her. But she is a major feature and often makes the decision herself or influences his when they’re mentioned together

Meanwhile, people try and cast Zeus as a good parent)

It means having to have a dreidel, a menorah, or a kinara explained to you at a time when you already knew about Christmas trees and Santa

(Yes, Santa Claus, Saint Nicholas, major host of the Mass of Christ, is culturally Christian. Even though Coke invented his aesthetic - that’s the “cultural” part)

It’s when you go to make up a new non-religious or pan religious winter celebration… that is centred around a day with family and gifts which is obviously the 25 of December. Maybe counting down 12 days before

It’s defaulting to calling a place of worship you don’t know the name of a “church”

Cultural Christianity is not something people have a choice in; you don’t pick where you’re born, and there are so many other cultures in places like Canada, America, and Britain that are culturally Christian out the ass! But… you will catch Contact Christianity in any of these places

It’s damn near impossible to consume any American or most Western media without brushing across it; cross imagery is everywhere, Christian demons and devils sneak into media all around the world

Western (and some other) Gothic fashion leans heavily on gothic architecture and, yeah, heavily Catholic imagery

Now, brushing across the media in other parts of the world does not impart the same level of cultural Christianity as growing up in a city with four churches on a single block and a Santa Claus parade

And you can grow up heavily in an entirely different culture even in the Bible Belt (but you know what Bible Belt means); you don’t have to abandon all other culture just because Christianity has a chokehold on your home

But when December (or fucking November these days) hits and you hear Mariah Carey in 3/6 stores, yes, you probably have some cultural Christianity

You sure as hell don’t need to be able to name half the denominations (can you name more than 4?), you may never set foot in a Christian church in your life, and still have a cultural Christian influence

If your street names have “saint” in them

If there are crosses or angels on more than half the graves in a cemetery

If you know how to cross yourself but aren’t really sure when you learned; you didn’t look it up or do research to find out

Now note: none of these have an inherent moral judgement attached to them

It’s just about what the culture you live in has taught you about the world, and there’s no culture that is magically the Right One or better than the others

There’s no reason to expect even specifically Christian culture to be the same around the world; it isn’t. It has the same root, but what flowers from the soil is another matter entirely

There is nothing wrong with acknowledging that you have culturally Christian influences and biases; being human is 90% absorbing information from the world around us and half processing it at best - there’s just too much input, and intentionally filtering out Everything Christian Ever?

Well unless you started at 2 years old, odds are pretty good it’s not really a personal choice kinda thing

And you cannot compensate for these influences unless you acknowledge that they exist, that you did not choose to form them, and that you do get to choose how they affect your actions going forward

Christmas stuffed a bunch of other religious traditions into a single package to make itself popular, but if you learned them as Christmas traditions first… do I even need to say it?

[deepinsideyourbeing]

He calls me the Devil (I make him wanna sin) - Enzo Vogrincic

+18! Needy!Enzo (unos segundos de Sub!Enzo, parpadeen y se lo pierden). Biting, choking, creampie, fingering, masturbación, (breves descripciones de) plus size!reader, sexo oral, sexo sin protección, (kind of) semi-public sex, spit kink, edades no especificadas. Uso de español rioplatense.

El vestido fue idea de Enzo.

Luego de un par de días viéndote batallar frente al espejo e intentando consolarte cuando la frustración te vencía, recordó que la caja que contenía la prenda estaba sepultada en alguna parte del armario. Enzo odiaría que lo malinterpretes y no tiene absolutamente nada en contra de la chaqueta y el pantalón de cuero que pretendías combinar con un top burdeos, pero…

-No, no sé- recuerda cómo empujaste el vestido contra su pecho-. ¿No te parece que es mucho?

-¿Para mí…? Es poco- bromeó,  refiriéndose sutilmente a los atuendos  mucho más atrevidos y extravagantes que utilizaste en ámbitos mucho menos formales.

-No son los Oscar, Enzo, es un concierto de música clásica.

-¿Y?- se mordió el labio-. ¿No te gustó el vestido? ¿Es eso?

-Me encantó, amor, pero…

La inseguridad ensombreció tu rostro por un breve momento, evocando el recuerdo del día en que le enseñaste el vestido en una página web: las únicas fotos exhibiendo el producto eran de modelos utilizando la talla small, un detalle recurrente que te aquejaba a la hora de buscar ropa. Aún puede oír la forma en que suspiraste, entre harta y triste, antes de cerrar la página y bloquear la pantalla de tu celular para arrojarlo sobre la cama.

Normalmente Enzo no se habría atrevido a husmear en tus dispositivos electrónicos, pero esa noche luego de ver tu decepción decidió revisar tu historial. A falta de una referencia fotográfica, optó por confiar en que uno de los talles se correspondía con tus medidas.

-Te queda hermoso- insistió, sosteniéndolo con delicadeza entre sus manos-. Dale, probátelo otra vez.

La forma en que te sonrojaste le pareció tierna, un tanto divertida considerando el tiempo que llevaban juntos y la inocencia del cumplido en comparación con los comentarios que guardaba para otros momentos, los cuales hacían que la sangre de tu cuerpo ardiera no sólo en tus mejillas. Observó cómo deslizabas las tiras de tu camisón por tus hombros y su respiración se entrecortó cuando vio tus pechos desnudos.

El vestido se adhería a tu cuerpo como una segunda piel, los tonos rojos de la seda resaltando tu figura y volviéndote la viva imagen de lo que Enzo llamaría la perdición.

Ahora ese recuerdo lo atormenta y se obliga a mantener las apariencias, ocultando su erección con el programa del concierto y agradeciendo por la tenue iluminación de la sala. Intenta distraerse observando los detalles del lugar, tal como lo hizo desde que llegaron al Auditorio Nacional, y por unos instantes la sincronización en los arcos de la sección de cuerdas de la orquesta es más que suficiente para cautivarlo.

Es entonces cuando siente que te movés en tu asiento y sus ojos se centran en tu figura. Tus manos se encuentran entrelazadas sobre tu regazo, cubiertas por unos delicados guantes de largo asimétrico, y al ver tus dedos jugando distraídamente con el papel no puede evitar pensar en lo bien que se verían envueltos sobre su miembro, su semilla arruinando la seda que oculta tu piel.

El súbito aplauso del público lo saca de sus cavilaciones y está a punto de sumarse al mismo, pero tu mano se cierra sobre la suya a modo de advertencia. Si la calidez de tu palma empeora su estado, la forma en que el vestido abraza la curva de tu abdomen y resalta tus pechos es prácticamente una sentencia de muerte.

-Todavía no- aclarás, señalando con la cabeza hacia el escenario-. Falta uno más.

El primer movimiento de la Serenata para cuerdas de Tchaikovsky le pareció sublime, ¿pero el cuarto…? Le resulta eterno y le cuesta horrores mantener la concentración, por lo que se muerde los labios hasta sentir el gusto metálico de la sangre en su lengua. Comienza a mover la pierna y tu mano acaricia su muslo -probablemente interpretando su agitación como nerviosismo o ansiedad- en un gesto que debería ser tranquilizador, pero que es en realidad todo lo contrario.

La preocupación en tus ojos es evidente cuando encuentran la mancha escarlata en sus labios y te inclinás para examinar el daño, ignorando que el ángulo le permite ver tu escote y el sostén de encaje rojo que contrasta con tu tono de piel. Es el mismo rojo que tiñe tus labios y que difuminaste en tus pómulos, el mismo rojo que en alguna ocasión utilizaste para dejar la marca de tus besos en su pecho, su abdomen y…

Se siente culpable cuando acerca sus labios a tu oído y susurra:

-¿Me acompañás?

La obra concluye y Enzo aprovecha el momento en que otro músico, un pianista, entra en escena. Toma tu mano y te arrastra hacia las puertas de la sala, más de una mirada curiosa posándose sobre ambos y algunos susurros, que te hacen sentir más insegura de lo que lo hicieron a tu llegada: Enzo juró que te miraban porque “¿Cómo no te van a mirar? Si estás hermosa”, pero vos no estás convencida de que ese fuera el motivo.

Ambos llegan a un corredor desierto y cuando Enzo tira de tu mano para guiarte hacia una puerta lateral, lo seguís al interior de la habitación sin hacer preguntas. Te sorprenden los estuches de instrumentos vacíos, desperdigados por doquier, y estás a punto de comentar que la puerta no debería estar sin seguro, pero el ataque de algún instrumento de viento -que no distinguís- en la habitación contigua hace que te sobresaltes.

-¿Qué pasó?- preguntás, recordando el motivo por el cual abandonaron el concierto. Cuando tomás la mejilla de Enzo para examinar su herida, sus dedos aprisionan tu muñeca-. ¿Qué…?

Dirige tu mano hacia su erección, cubierta por un costoso pantalón, sus ojos fijos en tu rostro para examinar tu reacción: tus labios se separan lo suficiente para permitirle ver tus dientes y tu respiración se torna agitada en un abrir y cerrar de ojos, obligándolo a admirar cómo el movimiento hace que tus pechos suban y bajen. Su mirada desciende hasta llegar a tu cadera y sus manos siguen el mismo camino, masajeando con fuerza tu cuerpo antes de atraerte hacia el suyo.

Soltás un gemido y, en algún recóndito lugar de tu mente, te preguntás si las personas presenciando el concierto pueden oírte con la misma claridad con la que oís el piano en este momento.

-¿Ves lo que me hacés…?- pregunta. Besa tu mejilla y sus labios trazan una línea hasta tu cuello, sus besos húmedos y su aliento cálido repercutiendo en tus sentidos-. Desde que llegamos estoy así.

El sonido del seguro llega a tus oídos.

-¿Qué hice?- fingís inocencia.

Su mano se cierra sobre tu cuello y vuelve a besarte, la intensidad de sus acciones provocando que sus dientes rasguen tu labio inferior y su lengua haciéndote gemir cuando invade el interior de tu boca. Se aferra a la parte más ancha de tu cadera con fuerza, como si la cercanía entre ambos no fuera ya suficiente, y su otra mano baja la cremallera de su pantalón.

El sonido provoca un cosquilleo entre tus piernas y mirás a Enzo de manera provocadora mientras tirás del botón de la prenda, la cual cede levemente dejando ver una franja de su ropa interior. Recorrés la tela visible con tu dedo antes de llevártelo a la boca, capturando la seda entre tus dientes para retirar el guante.

-No- te interrumpe-. Dejátelos puestos.

Le dirigís una sonrisa, intrigada y más que excitada por la situación y su petición. Tu mano colándose bajo su ropa interior hace que se muerda el labio y una expresión de dolor atraviesa su rostro, pero cuando cerrás tus dedos sobre su miembro esa expresión se transforma en placer y arroja la cabeza hacia atrás. Comenzás a masturbarlo con lentitud, tu oído atento a la orquesta percibiendo también el sonido de su piel y la aceleración de su respiración.

En cuestión de minutos y bajo las caricias que le suministran tus manos, Enzo se convierte en un desastre: sus dedos se clavan en tu carne y tenés que esforzarte para lograr mantener el ritmo de tus movimientos, el líquido preseminal brotando de su punta humedeciendo cada vez más tu guante y tus dígitos, y su miembro palpita desesperadamente en busca de alivio.

Te detiene antes de que sea demasiado tarde y te guía hacia el pequeño sofá en la esquina de la habitación, apartando unas partituras olvidadas sobre este para tomar asiento y señalar el lugar entre sus piernas. Obedecés inmediatamente, como siempre, y luego de ayudarlo a deshacerse de su pantalón y su ropa interior Enzo decide tirar de la cremallera de tu vestido y despojarte de tu sostén, liberando tus pechos.

Tomás su miembro entre tus manos para centrarte en su extensión mientras tus labios se acercan a la punta para besarla con delicadeza una y otra vez. Su excitación brilla bajo las luces de la habitación y es adictiva cuando el sabor invade tu lengua, haciéndote gemir cuando lo introducís en tu boca y provocando que las vibraciones amenacen con llevar a Enzo al borde del orgasmo nuevamente.

Sus caderas se mueven en contra de su voluntad y su punta golpea tu garganta, llenando tus ojos de lágrimas que rápidamente comienzan a deslizarse y humedecer tus mejillas. Te separás de Enzo, ya que no estás dispuesta a arruinar todo tu maquillaje, pero la solución que encontrás logra arrancar un gemido de su boca antes de que pueda procesar la imagen frente a él.

-Dios…- dice entre dientes, cubriendo su rostro con una mano luego de ver cómo rodeás su miembro con tus pechos y escupís sobre su punta. Recuerda todas las ocasiones en que lubricó el interior de tus muslos y se deslizó entre ellos hasta el agotamiento, oyéndote suplicar por un poco de placer a cambio y prometiendo hacer lo imposible para merecerlo-. Lo hacés a propósito, ¿no?

Permanecés en silencio, pero Enzo recibe una respuesta cuando tus manos presionan aún más tus pechos. Su excitación comienza a ser cada vez más abundante, gotas de líquido incoloro cayendo desde su punta hasta el largo de su miembro y entre tus pechos, llenando la habitación de los indecentes sonidos húmedos que tanto disfrutan ambos. Sus dedos contrayéndose sobre el sofá y sus nudillos blancos hacen que te detengas con una sonrisa de satisfacción.

Toma tu cabello entre sus dedos y se acerca peligrosamente a tu rostro, su pulgar delineando tu labio inferior y haciéndote sisear cuando toca la herida que sus dientes dejaron allí. Tira de tu cabello hasta posicionarte en un ángulo doloroso y te observa, el cabello cayendo a los lados de su rostro haciendo que se vea aún más imponente, y luego escupe en tu boca. Le enseñás tu lengua, su saliva mezclándose con la tuya, y tragás.

Te conduce hacia el otro extremo de la habitación sin delicadeza alguna y presiona tu cuerpo contra el espejo en la pared, el efecto de la superficie fría evidenciándose en tus pezones. Con movimientos lentos, Enzo toma el dobladillo de tu vestido y comienza a arrugarlo entre sus manos, descubriendo centímetro a centímetro de tu cuerpo y maravillándose como si fuera la primera vez que te ve.

Intenta no perder la razón al ver el encaje rojo cubriendo tu intimidad… Pero él es un hombre débil y vos, la tentación.

Se arroja sobre sus rodillas sin pensarlo y comienza a morder tus piernas con fuerza, haciéndote gemir y lloriquear debido a la sensibilidad, utilizando su lengua posteriormente como si fuera suficiente para aliviar las zonas abusadas. Aparta la prenda que lo separa de tu centro y observa cómo la humedad que cubre tu piel se adhiere en forma de hilos brillantes a la tela.

Introduce un dedo en tu interior mientras reparte besos y mordidas en tus muslos. Te oye gemir contra el espejo y sabe, aunque no puede verte, que tal imagen podría pertenecer al paraíso. Debería, asegura al introducir otro dedo y sentir tus paredes contrayéndose cuando los curva para dar con tu punto dulce, la resistencia de tus labios nula ante tus gemidos, jadeos y suspiros.

Los sonidos obscenos que producen los dedos de Enzo en tu cavidad no se comparan con la imagen entre tus piernas, tus fluidos cayendo sobre sus dedos hasta llegar a sus nudillos e incluso su muñeca. Tus piernas tiemblan y tus manos masajean tus pechos, imitando los movimientos que tu novio suele repetir para brindarte el máximo placer.

Tus rodillas están a punto de fallarte y le suplicás, pero cuando Enzo se detiene y te deja respirar la sensación de vacío junto con la desesperación te inundan. Encontrás sus ojos oscuros a través del espejo, un leve asentimiento de su parte que pretende ser un consuelo, y arqueás tu espalda para darle mejor acceso a tu entrada.

Sostiene el vestido, la tela arrugada a la altura de tu cintura, mientras acaricia tu entrada y tu clítoris con la punta goteante de su miembro. Suspirás al sentir su calor y el suspiro se vuelve un gemido cuando comienza a empujarse dentro tuyo, recibiendo el ardor que provoca su tamaño en tu entrada estrecha.

-Enzo...

-Sí, amor, ya sé- dice entre gruñidos-. Querés más, ¿no...? Vos siempre querés más.

Y él está dispuesto a dártelo todo.

Sus movimientos son delicados y mínimos para permitir que te acostumbres a la sensación, pero eso se acaba cuando ve tu expresión prácticamente pornográfica en el espejo. El placer dibuja en tus cejas una curva que acompaña la caída de tus párpados y tus labios entreabiertos permiten que un hilo de saliva caiga por tu mentón.

Desesperado por sentir más, comienza a penetrarte con fuerza y en profundidad. Adora los sonidos que dejan tu boca y aún más los que produce tu cuerpo al colisionar con el suyo, así como también adora ver los movimientos de tu carne como consecuencia de cada impacto originado entre las caderas de ambos.

El ritmo de sus estocadas es cada vez más rápido en contraste con la música (ahora muy lejana, como si la sala se encontrara a kilómetros de distancia) y te fuerza a sostenerte para no perder el equilibrio, pero la tarea resulta casi imposible cuando sentís la forma en que su punta abusa de tu cérvix de manera placentera.

Su mano repta por tu espalda y acaricia tu cuello antes de cerrarse sobre el mismo, la presión que ejerce mínima pero aún presente como un sutil recordatorio. Volvés a encontrar su mirada.

-Voy a...

-Sí- se limita a contestar. Arroja la cabeza hacia atrás.

Continúa embistiéndote hasta sentir las contracciones de tu interior caliente y te permite tocarte sólo después de atraer tu cuerpo hacia el suyo, con tu espalda sobre su pecho y su brazo rodeando tu cuello. Su otra mano sostiene tu cadera y se hunde dolorosamente en tu piel, amenazando con dejar alguna que otra marca.

El ángulo actual te deja sentir cada detalle de su miembro en tu interior y no pasa mucho tiempo antes de que llegues a tu orgasmo, con sus dedos aprisionando tus mejillas para mantener tu vista al frente, la imagen de tus pechos saltando de arriba abajo casi tan hipnótica como el rostro de tu novio al ver la escena.

Cuando Enzo alcanza su propio clímax sentís sus dientes mordiendo tu cuello antes de percibir cómo su semen caliente te llena por completo. La sensación es suficiente para causarte otro orgasmo, más breve pero de mayor intensidad.

-Te amo- dice Enzo contra tu piel-. Te amo, te amo, te amo.

-Yo también te amo- tomás su mano y la llevás a tus labios-. Mucho.

-¿No tenía razón?- oculta su sonrisa tras tu hombro-. El vestido era una buena idea.

Estás a punto de darle la razón, pero te interrumpe el sonido de alguien tocando la puerta.

-Te voy a matar- jurás, apresurándote para acomodar tu ropa.

Enzo sólo suelta una carcajada.

Notas de Lu:

La inspiración para el vestido, estoy completamente obsesionada. Espero hayan disfrutado la lectura y si ven algún error..., un hechicero lo hizo ♡

taglist: @madame-fear @creative-heart @recaltiente @llorented @chiquititamia

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

End of month update - November (+ December 1st & 2nd)

Hello, all! This is the end-of-month update, where I post Tumblr’s current top four films that have received the highest percentage of “yes,” “no,” and “haven’t even heard of this movie” votes. Sorry for the delay on this one!

As of today, the top four films with the highest percentage of “yes” votes are:

Finding Nemo (2003) | Shrek (2001) |The Lion King (1994) | Toy Story (1995)

Next, the top four films with the highest percentage of “no” votes are:

Fifty Shades of Grey (2015) | Sausage Party (2016) | Pinocchio (2019) | The Human Centipede 2 (Full Sequence) (2011)

Finally, the top four films with the highest percentage of “haven’t even heard of this movie” votes are:

Faat Kiné (2001) | Zumiriki (2019) Now Add Honey (2015) | Like a Cat on a Highway(2017)

This top four changed through the new addition of Zumiriki (2019), which replaced The Noah (1975).

That’s it for November’s end-of-month update! Remember that you can view last month’s update by clicking here. Additionally, you can view the full ranked Letterboxd lists of movies that have come up on this blog by clicking the following links:

This list is ranked from highest-to-lowest percentage of “yes” votes.

This list is ranked from highest-to-lowest percentage of “no” votes.

This list is ranked from highest-to-lowest percentage of “haven’t even heard of this movie” votes.

Remember to vote on the polls that are currently running: Intolerance: Love’s Struggle Throughout the Ages (1916) | Letters to Juliet (2010) | Pokémon: Destiny Deoxys (2004) | Pokémon: Lucario and the Mystery of Mew (2005) | Mobile Suit Gundam I (1981) | Broken Blossoms (1919) | In the House (2012) | Mission: Impossible II (2000) | Star Trek: Generations (1994) | Searching (2018) | Within Our Gates (1920) | Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead (2007) | Cop Car (2015) | Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius (2001) | A Page of Madness (1926) | The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920) | Catwoman (2004) | Honey (2003) | The Leather Boys (1964) | Shadow of a Doubt (1943) | Way Down East (1920) | Coherence (2013) | Wild Hearts Can’t Be Broken (1991) | Royal Space Force - The Wings of Honneamise (1987) | The Servant (1963) | The Phantom Carriage (1921) | Dark Waters (2019) | Primer (2004) | Speed (1994) | Flicka (2006) | Orphans of the Storm (1921) | Flicka 2 (2010) | Gold Diggers: The Secret of Bear Mountain (1995) | Hush (2016) | The Old Lady and the Pigeons (1997)

[armandposting]

sybelle & benji primer

for those who would prefer not to put themselves through The Vampire Armand

who are sybelle and benji? the short answer is that they are two humans that armand effectively adopts after killing sybelle's abusive brother. they help armand recover after his suicide attempt and come with him when he goes to see lestat in his devil-coma (don't worry about it). armand's intent with them has always been to protect them while they live out their human lives, but he leaves them with marius while telling his life story to david talbot and marius turns them, whcih devastates armand.

but also, sybelle is a 25 year old disabled pianist and benji is a 12 year old trafficked Bedouin boy from Palestine who chainsmokes. so there's kind of a lot going on there.

[prefacing this by saying it's possible benji and sybelle were first introduced in memnoch the devil but I haven't finished my reread of that yet and I don't remember, so this all comes from the vampire armand and what i remember of the prince lestat trilogy]

to skim over a bunch of semi-relevant plot, at the end of memnoch the devil armand tries to kill himself by flying into the sun because lestat got to make out with Thee Jesus and armand didn't. as he's getting burned up he has several semi-hallucinatory side quests, one of which is sybelle and benji.

sybelle, like I said, is a concert pianist, and has some sort of developmental or neuro disability that anne doesn't specify. you could interpret it as autism or psychosis related to PTSD or depression or any number of things, but when we meet her she is fixated on the Appassionata piano sonata, and plays it constantly. she is with her abusive older brother, who took over her care after their parents died, and Benjamin Mahmoud (benji), a young boy that her brother essentially bought to help take care of her. sybelle struggles with eating, dressing herself, speaking, etc, though this is all much improved later on after the brother is dead. Armand hears benji praying for something to save sybelle from the brother, who is trying to haul her off the piano and beat her, and benji is worried will kill her. Armand steps in and kills the brother. benji celebrates, sybelle goes back to the piano, and armand basically immediately falls in love with them both, but he has a suicide attempt to finish, so he gets swept off.

armand eventually lands on a rooftop, burned to a crisp and quickly becomes stuck in the snow and ice. he continues to hear sybelle's playing and benji talking to him (benji calls him angel at first, later dybbuk-- notable funny bit is that benji, not knowing what happened to armand, tries to persuade him back by saying he has plenty of good cigarettes and then complaining that armand left them this dead body to deal with. if theres one thing about benji mahmoud it's that he is not fazed by jack or shit). eventually armand realizes that he is not going to die any time soon and calls out to benji for help.

benji and sybelle rescue armand from the rooftop- he tries to telepathically shield how terrible he looks from them, but sybelle catches on that doing so is draining for him and tells him to stop. they're not afraid of his crusty ass and set him up in their hotel room (sybelle has endless trust fund money from her parents). they have to get a guy for armand to drink so he can heal, so benji lures a guy with the promise that there's coke under the "dead body" on the bed. yes, benji does come up with this plan. armand thinks it's hilarious. made for each other. it's notable that both benji and sybelle are daniel-style weird little freaks who want to watch armand do murders; the only difference is it's not a sex thing for them.

with armand recovered, sybelle and benji accompany him to come see lestat, where as I mentioned armand leaves them with marius for safekeeping and marius turns them. the consent here is... complicated. in terms of vampire etiquette, arguably marius absolutely should not have done this, as sybelle and benji were under armands protection. also just as a guy who is aware that this option is abhorrent to armand, someone marius still considers his child (eugh yuck etc), marius should not have done this. on the human end, sybelle at least was definitely old enough to consent, older than half the main vampires are when they're turned. benji would be really really offended if you said he wasn't old enough (much like amadeo) but also... he is literally 12. he's been through some shit for sure but he is 12. personally I'm going to go with under no circumstances should marius have done that. but sybelle and benji are happy about it and see it as a way to be a family with armand forever and armand does his best to not let his anguish bring the mood down.

and that's basically what happens. benji and sybelle go with armand between trinity gate and the court in auvergne. in the PL books, sybelle continues to play music, often with the other vampire musicians that have gathered at lestat's court, and benji starts the world's first vampire podcast.

other random facts:

benji mostly wears djellabas, and when the guy he brings to armand to kill is racist to him about it he says "sure, just call me Lawrence of arabia" and promptly feeds the guy to armand

benji also is fascinated by how armand looks all shriveled up ("I could take a lesson in muscles from looking at you") and sybelle has to tell him to focus on the whole luring a drug dealer to their hotel room thing at hand

for some reason anne thought that armand should mention that sybelle has breasts at like, every opportunity. it's one of those times when you're actually glad she didn't write more women because when she does she is so weird about it

in the PL books when interacting with Marius, benji also calls him master like armand does (Jacob Anderson voice eugh yuck!)

sybelle's reaction to watching crispy armand drain a dude while saying armand-typical creepy shit is to say "magnificent" and benji's is to say "bad guy, huh?"

armand thinks of the whole of telling his story in TVA as being for benji and sybelle, but particularly sybelle. he describes it more than once as his "symphony for sybelle."

Marius has a rare moment of self reflection after armand screams at him for turning the two, where he says "You loved them selflessly. For all their strange faults, and wild evil, they were not compromised for you. You loved them perhaps more respectfully than I… than I ever loved you." not a high bar my man!

anyway I think that's it, at least as much as I can remember without doing any text searches outside of TVA. they're weird little freaks and I love them very much though as usual there are many things about them I wish anne had done just a little differently!

[stereax]

likes and reblogs highly appreciated here!!! spent a ton of time on this, hope it shows!

let's go devils!!!

[reavenedges-lies]

NHL Captains & Alternates Primer/Refresher

All teams per the NHL Rule book (Rule 6, pg 7-8) must list either One (1) Captain and Two (2) Alternate Captains or Three (3) Alternate Captains during the game line-up submissions*. There may only be Three (3) Alternates if the Captain is not in uniform or if there is no designated Captain. No Coach, Manager or Goaltenders are allowed to act as a Captain or Alternate; Goaltenders are not allowed to act as captains due to (un)intentional delay of game as per the "Durnan Rule". They must wear either a "C" or "A" about three inches (3") high and of a contrasting color in a visible spot on the front of their jerseys. Only the Captain [ or any one (1) Alternate, if the Captain is not on the ice] is allowed, if invited by a referee, to discuss interpretations of the rules**. They may not leave the bench to protest or hinder any officials in light of a call on the ice, and are subject to being given a penalty (Abuse of Officials: unsportsmanlike conduct).

Notes:

(*) Some teams have named more than the regulation two (2) or three (3) alternates and are required to rotate the designation between players. The method of choosing who gets the designation when is left to team digression.

(**) Complaints about penalties are not considered 'a discussion pertaining to the interpretations of the rules', and any skater making such complaints are subject to a minor penalty in response.

Current NHL Captains & Alternates under the cut. (per eliteprospects please take this with a grain of salt for the alternates as not every team has indicated who they are fully)

Anaheim Ducks: Captain- Radko Gudas Alternates- C. Fowler, M. McTavish, T. Terry

Boston Bruins: Captain- Brad Marchand Alternates- C. McAvoy, D. Pastrnak

Buffalo Sabres: Captain- Rasmus Dahlin Alternates- D. Cozens, M. Samuelsson, T. Thompson, A. Tuch

Calgary Flames: Captain- Mikael Backlund Alternates- R. Andersson, J. Huberdeau

Carolina Hurricanes: Captain- Jordan Staal Alternates- S. Aho, J. Slavin

Chicago Blackhawks: Captain- Nick Foligno Alternates-

Colorado Avalanche: Captain- Gabriel Landeskog Alternates- N. MacKinnon, M. Rantanen, C. Makar

Columbus Blue Jackets: Captain- Boone Jenner Alternates- Z. Werenski

Dallas Stars: Captain- Jamie Benn Alternates- M. Heiskanen, E. Lindell, T. Seguin

Detroit Red Wings: Captain- Dylan Larkin Alternates-

Edmonton Oilers: Captain- Connor McDavid Alternates- L. Draisaitl, R. Nugent-Hopkins, D. Nurse

Florida Panthers: Captain- Aleksander Barkov Alternates- A. Ekblad, M. Tkachuk

Los Angeles Kings: Captain- Anze Kopitar Alternates- P. Danault, D. Doughty

Minnesota Wild: Captain- Jared Spurgeon Alternates- M.Foligno, K. Kaprizov, J. Eriksson Ek

Montreal Canadiens: Captain- Nick Suzuki Alternates-

Nashville Predators: Captain- Roman Josi Alternates- R. O'Reilly

New Jersey Devils: Captain- Nico Hischier Alternates- J. Hughes, O. Palat

New York Islanders: Captain- Anders Lee Alternates-

New York Rangers: Captain- Jacob Trouba Alternates-

Ottawa Senators: Captain- Brady Tkachuk Alternates- T. Chabot, C. Giroux

Philadelphia Flyers: Captain- Sean Couturier Alternates- T. Konecny, S. Laughton

Pittsburgh Penguins: Captain- Sidney Crosby Alternates- E. Malkin, K. Letang

San Jose Sharks: Captain- Logan Couture Alternates- M. Ferraro, B. Goodrow, M. Granlund, L. Kunin, T. Toffoli

Seattle Kraken: Captain- Vacant Alternates- J. Eberle

St. Louis Blues: Captain- Brayden Schenn Alternates- J. Faulk, C. Parayko, R. Thomas

Tampa Bay Lightning: Captain- Victor Hedman Alternates- N. Kucherov, R. McDonagh

Toronto Maple Leafs: Captain- Auston Matthews Alternates-

Utah Hockey Club: Captain- Clayton Keller Alternates-

Vancouver Canucks: Captain- Quinn Hughes Alternates- J.T. Miller, E. Pettersson

Vegas Golden Knights: Captain- Mark Stone Alternates- J. Eichel, W. Karlsson, A. Pietrangelo

Washington Capitals: Captain- Alexander Ovechkin Alternates- J. Carlson, T. Wilson

Winnipeg Jets: Captain- Adam Lowry Alternates- J. Morrissey, M. Scheifele

[callmearcturus]

My mother was in the car with me while I had on Josh Ritter and she said, "Who IS this," and I said, "Josh Ritter. He sings in a way that reminds me of home," and she asked for a few of his songs.

So here's a primer on Josh Ritter.

The song that caught madre's attention and is a jam: "Getting Ready to Get Down" First Ritter song I ever heard: "The Temptation of Adam" (BRILLIANT ballad, not about what you think) Favorite songs: "The Remnant" and "Harrisburg"*

(*actually my favorite cut of Harrisburg is 8:42 live version from Live at the Iveagh Gardens but I have never met anyone who felt the Emotions I did at hearing it, so I put on the other still-good live version instead)

[lockedtranslation]

Devil’s in the details pt. 2 / El problema está en los detalles pt. 2

(español después del salto)

The experience of reading Harrow the Ninth is quite unique, with its multiple timelines, actively rewriting the first book of the series, characters creating literature within the canon, and memes. In it all, trying to make sense of it all and stay ahead of the plot is an aspect that keeps the reader engaged and paying close attention to detail. The reader knows something is very wrong, and the writer wants them to piece it together. Here, we will examine one example. Spoilers after the cut.

Throughout the book, the name Gideon has been switched for Ortus. I must confess it took me up until the big reveal of what Harrow had done during the first reading to make sense of it. Upon a second reading it became quite obvious, and it made me wonder “how could I have missed this?”.

One of the clues comes up during a conversation between Augustine, Harrow and Ianthe, when Augustine makes this joke:

“Just believe me when I say that when I want Ortus to go, he’ll be giddy-gone.” (This did not make much sense to you, as a joke.)

Before the reader understands what is happening with the name of Ortus, it also won’t make sense to them. In-canon, Harrow has made it so that nothing reminds her of Gideon and, seeing as she shares this name with the lyctor, she is hearing the name of who she has convinced herself was her cavalier. Without this change, the line would read:

Just believe me when I say that when I want Gideon to go, he’ll be giddy-gone.

Which makes much more sense. In Spanish, the translation goes:

Solo creedme cuando os digo que sé cómo hacer que Ortus se dé el «pireon». (La expresión no tenía mucho sentido para ti. No te había quedado claro si era un chiste).

Again, when replacing the name it reads like

Solo creedme cuando os digo que sé cómo hacer que Gideon se dé el «pireon».

It can be seen that it rhymes, same as in English. The creativity of the translator comes into play when puns and plays on words come up. The translator utilizes the translation technique of transposition, as the original word “gone” is a verb and the word used in the translation “pireon” is a noun. It was translated in a way that would allow the reader in any language the possibility to connect the dots with all the context clues they had already gotten.

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La experiencia de leer Harrow the Ninth es bastante única, con sus múltiples líneas del tiempo, la reescritura activa del primer libro de la serie, personajes que crean literatura dentro del canon y los memes. Dentro de todo, tratar de comprender todo y entender la trama es un aspecto que mantiene al lector inmerso y atento a los detalles. El lector sabe que algo está mal y la escritora quiere que lo descifre. Aquí, examinaremos un ejemplo. Spoilers para HtN.

A lo largo del libro, el nombre de Gideon se cambió por Ortus. Debo confesar que me tomó hasta que se reveló lo que Harrow hizo mientras lo leía por la primera vez para entender qué estaba pasando. En una segunda lectura, se volvió muy obvio, y me hizo preguntarme “¿cómo no vi esto?”.

Una de las pistas surge en una conversación entre Augustine, Harrow e Ianthe, cuando Augustine hace la siguiente broma:

Solo creedme cuando os digo que sé cómo hacer que Ortus se dé el «pireon». (La expresión no tenía mucho sentido para ti. No te había quedado claro si era un chiste).

En el fragmento original, lee:

“Just believe me when I say that when I want Ortus to go, he’ll be giddy-gone.” (This did not make much sense to you, as a joke.)

Si el lector todavía no entiende lo que está pasando con el nombre de Ortus, tampoco entenderá si es un chiste. En la historia, Harrow cambió todo en su cerebro para que nada le recuerde a Gideon y, como comparte nombre con el lictor, escucha el nombre de quien ella cree que fue su caballero. Sin este cambio, el fragmento leería:

Solo creedme cuando os digo que sé cómo hacer que Gideon se dé el «pireon».

(Just believe me when I say that when I want Gideon to go, he’ll be giddy-gone.)

Así tiene más sentido en ambas versiones. El chiste es que rima el nombre con la última parte de la frase. La creatividad del traductor se manifiesta cuando hay estos juegos de palabras. En este caso, el traductor recurrió a la transposición, debido a que la palabra original “gone” es un verbo y la palabra en la traducción es “pireon”, que es un sustantivo. Se tradujo de una manera que el lector pudiera conectar los puntos con el contexto que ya tenía, si es que para ese momento ya había entendido lo que Harrow todavía no

[toasty-melons]

So Perfect to Me

modern!ellie x fem!reader

just a little fluffy one shot <3

this picture but with modern!Ellie x fem!reader

“No.” Her tone is flat and unamused. You wrap your hands around her left arm and lean your head on her shoulder.

“Why not?” She looks down at you and gives you a small smile. You just asked Ellie if you could do her makeup and so far it’s not going as planned. Usually she’s more than willing to go along with your cute couple ideas.

“Because.. i don’t know.. just because.” You huff and give her your best puppy eyes as you pout your lips.

“Please baby?” You watch her smile drop slightly before turning into a grin. She rolls her eyes and head back and you know that you’ve got her on board now.

“Fine..” You squeal and run into your connected bathroom to grab all your supplies. While you’re gathering everything you glance in the mirror to see Ellie leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, watching you. “It’s not fair when you ask me so sweetly. You know I can’t say no to you, you little devil.”

You can’t help the grin that etches onto your face. You turn around to face her, your hands full of makeup stuff. Ellie glances at your arms and she develops this.. look.. on her face. Your smile drops and a look of concern and confusion takes it’s place.

“What’s wrong? If you really don’t want to do it we don’t have to Ellie.” She shakes her head and looks back at you through her eyelashes.

“It’s not that I don’t want to.. it’s just.. i’ve never worn make up.. what if it doesn’t.. look right on me?” You feel your heart sink at her shy confession and you quickly place everything in your arms onto the bathroom counter. Taking a few steps over to her you wrap your arms around her neck and pout your lips.

“Ellie.” Her hands instantly find their way onto your hips. “Ellie you’re so pretty..” You place a soft kiss on her right cheek. “and so smart..” another kiss on her left cheek. “and so funny..” a kiss on her nose. “and so beautiful.” a kiss on her lips. You whisper against her lips, “You’re so perfect to me Ellie.” When you pull away you can see how red her cheeks and ears have gotten.

You smile and she copies it while you place a hand on her cheek and stroke it gently with your thumb. She leans towards you and places a kiss on your nose.

“You’re too sweet to me.” Her voice is soft and sweet. You grin and shrug.

“Just being honest.” She chuckles and brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“My sweet girl.” You feel butterflies in your stomach and your face get hot. You love when she praises you like this. She nods her head towards the counter covered in makeup and whispers, “Cmon. Get your stuff and make me gorgeous, hot stuff.” You bite the inside of your bottom lip at the compliment.

“You sure?” She nods and you grin widely. “Go sit on the bed.” She chuckles and places a kiss on the side of your head while you gather your stuff once again.

Once she has sat down and you place your things along the bed, you clap your hands together and stand in between her legs.

“Ready?” She nods and places her hands on your hips, her fingers sneaking up under your shirt to touch your bare skin. She looks up at you.

“Ready as i’ll ever be.” You smile and brush her hair out of her face with the tips of your fingers. You pick up your primer and squirt some onto your fingers, gently rubbing it all over her face. “What’s that?” You smile and gently blow on her face so the primer will dry faster. Her eyes flutter close.

“Primer baby.” She hums and you feel her fingers twitch against your hips, slowly rubbing circles into your skin.

“What does it do?” You smile and tap her lips with your pointer finger before leaning down and kissing her lips once.. then twice.

“Creates a barrier between your skin and the makeup.” She opens her eyes and hums again. You pick up your base and hold it where she can see it. “This is base. It goes all over your face.” You squirt some onto the back of your hand and with your opposite hand, you place small amounts of base across her face. Picking up a brush and twirling it in your hands you say, “base brush. blends it in.”

After blending the base, you grab your next item and hold it up, “concealer, hides imperfections and lightens dark areas.” She snorts and tilts her head up at you.

“Don’t need that then, i’m perfect remember?” You roll your eyes and place the concealer under her eyes and a bit on her nose and then blending it. When your done you boop her nose. She scrunches her face and attempts to bite your finger, causing you to giggle.

A few steps later and your shifting from one foot to the other uncomfortably. Ellie notices and pulls your hand away from her face.

“Hey. Don’t mess up the blush. Too much is not a good look.” With the wrist she has a hold on, she brings it to her lips and kisses the inside of your palm. Tugging your waist towards her until you’re sitting on her lap with her other hand.

“Sorry babe. Better?” You nod and immediately get back to work. Ever so gently applying the blush to her face. Her eyes close once again and it makes you smile at how relaxed she is.

You go to grab your contour before stopping yourself. Ellie has such a pretty natural face and nose shape that there’s no need to contour. Deciding to skip the step, you move on to grab your eyeshadow palette and a couple of brushes.

“Okay I need you to keep your eyes closed for me baby.” She gives you a soft grin and whispers softly.

“Anything for you babe.” You shake your head softly and after a moment of deciding, you choose to go for a natural smokey eye with a bold eyeliner. You dip the brush in brown powder and awkwardly brush it over her eyelid. You change the position of your arm and brush onto the other lid.

You tilt her head up with your fingers but still find it awkward and a bit uncomfortable. Huffing you pull back and tap her cheek, watching as she peaks one eye open.

“Lay back. It’s awkward to do your eyes while sitting like this.” She does as you say and from the smile on her face, you can tell exactly what’s she’s thinking. You giggle and lean over her. Her hands resting on your thighs and rubbing against your bare skin.

You get back to focusing on her eye makeup and it’s a lot less awkward than before.

“What made you wanna do this?” You can tell she’s trying her hardest not to move as she mumbles out the words. You shrug and remember that she can’t see you.

“I don’t know.. just thought it would be fun. Plus I kind of wanna know what you look like with makeup.” She hums and you feel her hands drag up higher against your thigh. “You’re being distracting.” She shrugs and smiles devilishly. Once you finish, you grab your eyeliner and tap her lips once again and place two quick pecks against her lips.

“The eyeliner is the most important part. Don’t move a muscle.” She frowns slightly and opens one eye.

“Can I move my hands?” You think on it for a moment or two before answering.

“Barely. I’m being serious Ellie. No funny business.” She scoffs and closes her eye again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about sweetheart. I’m nothing but serious.” She taps her fingers against your thighs and gives them a soft squeeze. You try to ignore it and get to work on her eyeliner. Bringing your face close to hers so you can see better.

You can feel her breath on your face. It makes you feel fuzzy, a bit dizzy even. You glance down at her lips multiple times while you finish up. She’s being extremely still just like you asked. Well.. except for her hands that have made their way further up your thighs and then onto your hips.

Her hands distracted you so much you didn’t even notice you had finished until she had opened her eyes from you not moving for a while.

“How do I look?” You hear a bit of nerves in her voice and you stare at her for a couple of seconds, taking in her new look before smiling widely.

“Hot.” She grins and her eyebrows raise slightly in shock.

“You saying I wasn’t hot before?” You giggle while reaching over to grab your final step. Lipstick.

“No, i’m saying it’s a different kind of hot.” She glances at the item in your hand and frowns.

“Do you have to do that part?” You scoff and take the lid off.

“This is the best part. Now open your mouth slightly.” She does as she’s told and you slowly and carefully apply it across her lips. It makes her lips look more full. When your done you lean back and smile proudly.

“Oh. My. Gosh. Babe. Come look in the mirror. Cmon cmon.” You pick up your things and grab her hand, dragging her with you to the bathroom. You place all your items on the counter and then look up at her through the mirror. She looks shocked. You smile fondly and walk around behind her, linking your arm through hers and resting your head on her shoulder.

“Feels weird. Heavy on my face.” You hum in acknowledgment and softly trace your fingers along her arm. “But.. I do look.. good.” You grin at her words.

“You do look good. Really good.” She tears her eyes off of herself and meets your gaze in the mirror. Her eyebrows slightly raised and a smile stretching widely onto her face.

“Yeah?” You nod and she turns around to face you, grabbing your waist and lifting you onto the counter. She leans in, her face is close to yours but your lips don’t touch. “Can I mess up my makeup a little bit?” You laugh softly and wrap your arms around her neck tugging on the roots of her hair.

“Only if I get to help.” She takes that as a yes and attacks your lips with her own. Her kisses are needy and passionate. Her tongue swipes over your bottom lip making you whine and pull her closer.

Her lips slowly trail down from your lips to your jaw and then down to your neck. Your eyes close flutter close and heavy pants leave your mouth. She pulls away and you hear her groan blissfully.

“Holy shit babe.” You open your eyes and you’re met with a site you hope to never forget. The lipstick you had painted on her lips is now smudged and smeared in the hottest of ways. She tilts your head up with her thumb and forefinger, making you meet her eyes. “Look in the mirror.” You do as she says and your eyes widen a bit at how you look. All across your lips down to your neck is covered in messy kiss stains.

You can’t help the giggles that leave your lips. You turn back around to face Ellie, dragging your fingers from her hair to her shoulders. She leans forward and places a quick peck to your lips before whispering..

“I like the make up babe. I really do, but.. I like how it looks on you way better.”

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

Hey so I heard you were doing mashups!

I’m a 5’7 female, brown hair (short), brown eyes, I like all things horror and gory and I wear mostly nu-metal fashion, (baggy clothes, band tees, belt chains, etc.) I like a lot of video games, (ones we should make whiney congressmen play) that’s really all about me!!

I match you with:

Postal 2 Dude

He too loves the nu-metal/grunge fashion. He thinks you look like one badass woman! He wishes he could pull it off well. Despite him just throwing together whatever for clothes, people usually call him a creep

Excuse me for being nosy but he too loves Primer 55. I think seeing you wear a band shirt of them is what helps break the ice in you two first meeting.

The Dude doesn’t play video games until you come along. But, he’s willing to give it a go if you hand him a controller. He is so bad at playing them. Like absolute shite. But it’s amusing to see him get visibly enraged at playing Wolfenstein. There will be a hole in the wall. He turns his arms and faces away from the TV. “Whatever.” I think you ought to soften him up a bit with some comforting words. That usually works like magic on him since he adores you so much.

Adding in something sweet, but one of his secret dream dates is to go check out a diner late at night and share a milkshake together. He gladly gets to live this dream with you when you’re out in town. He trusts your judgement with the flavor (except for mint).

The Dude can appreciate a high level of carnage. He usually brushes it off in the real world, but in horror movies/TV? Without the mess, it just feels like something’s missing, y’know? Bro thinks he’s in MST3K and wisecracks dark humor during something like Devil’s Rejects.