#era: steady

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nct wish

[2001hz]

Kiyoshiro Imawano & Ryuichi Sakamoto for Steady Music Magazine (1982)

[annabolinas]

Top, L-R: Rosalie Crutchley as Catherine Parr in The Six Wives of Henry VIII (1970), Episode 6: Catherine Parr (written by John Prebble)

Bottom: Rosalie Crutchley as Catherine Parr in Elizabeth R (1971), Episode 1: The Lion's Cub (written by Rosemary Anne Sisson)

edited by me

[daddy-long-legssss]

The Hellcat Spangled Shalalala

"There’s always a load of words in our tunes, isn’t there. And I was trying to think of a way of being a bit more economical, so we thought the one way of doing that is having really simple choruses but quite complicated verses lyrically – and that were one of them. I mean it’s based on a place that I’ve been but I don’t necessarily want that to be what the listener associates it with. ’Cause maybe they can relate it to a place they’ve been. I don’t want to ruin that by giving them a map."

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[fragmentedblade]

I think I've become an official HI3 player. I check the HSR leaks hoping for iterations of HI3 characters now

[achillvs]

NOOO IM GOING TO CRY WHY IS WYLL SO PERFECT!!! "I still believe in old fashioned romance, I want to do this properly, like in the tales sung by the bards" MY SWEET KNIGHT!!! MY LOVE!!! IM SO SORRY, THIS IS MY ASTARION RUN BUT I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF, I WANTED TO HAVE U JUST FOR A MOMENT AT LEAST

im literally crying rn ;;;;; and now astarion told me ne i have to break up with wyll??!!?!!??

oh my god im crying for real. wyll's reaction was so civil and understanding it is actually even worse than if he got mad at me. im so fucking sad 😭😭😭

[warningsine]

[absentmoon]

also ive started enstars i just keep forgetting to say anything

[stardustedknuckles]

I have been getting fucking bodied by spring this year, no lie, but it's nothing short of a miracle that I just walked outside to 93 degree heat and thought it felt good. I've been heat intolerant my whole life and I'm not sure which change enacted in the past 9 months has taken that down, but I have never once walked out into anything above 80 and thought anything except "Jesus fuck all my energy just flash evaporated like water on a stovetop." I've never walked into heat and felt a little more awake and alive.

[coldasyou]

I can’t believe the eras tour is in a week sounds fake but okay...

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nct wish

[dreaminginsteadofsleeping42]

Every time I get excited about my eras concert, I think “but you haven’t booked your $700 flight yet” and then I think “I should do that” but then I think “but you don’t know where you will be living come July” and then I think “I should probably figure that out” and then I think about it and am bombarded by Options, none of which is Desirable in Any Degree, and honestly, I think the whole thing would be better if these damn flights weren’t $700.

[zolpidemz]

realizing you can easily track my crises of sexuality to whenever i go up or down on medication or switch to something new

[cannotflyarc]

@heygutlcss's raefer mcclellan sent: ❛ it’s only a few weeks. i’ll be back before the snow melts. ❜

that's the issue, isn't it? if he's gone, who will hear her foot creaking on the stair? who will she accidentally wake up when she's pacing the length of the bedroom? already, she feels the gentle flutters of what will soon turn into a horrible anxiety. johanna forces herself to stay sitting down, stay clenching the quilt she was working on between her fingers while her knuckles become whiter than the snow outside. possibilities of what could happen fall through her mind faster than snowflakes and she sneaks a glance out the window. what if riff doesn't come back before the snow melts? what if his ship gets stranded? what if janurary falls into feburary and he's found something better than here? ( she never claimed not to be selfish . . . riff is her husband, she wants him to keep being her husband. )

❝ it's not going to be just a few weeks! look outside! you'll get stranded. ❞ throat tightens and she can feel her hands tugging at her hair. ❝ what if the snow doesn't melt for a while? for months? will you still be home before then? ❞ again, the jab of being reminded of her own selfishness pierces her. there wasn't any good, stable work like there was before it started snowing. nothing has been good or stable since november. part of johanna enjoyed their extra time together. she liked knowing that he was downstairs in that chair when she couldn't sleep ( she's almost better now, she can feel it ). every time she snuck a look at him, she wanted to pull him into the bed with her. lay her head against his shoulder, feel his hair between her fingers, listen to his heart beating. all of that---her chance at that---could be ripped away from her in a moment if something happens to him. ❝ you could freeze or--- ❞ johanna feels herself on her feet ❝ ---drown. ❞ she shakes her head. ❝ i don't want there to be any chance at that. ❞ i'll miss you too much.

[ickadori]

i think yuji has a thing for spoiled, bratty girls. the ones with borderline bad attitudes, who roll their eyes more than they smile, and scowl and huff when things don’t go their way.

sure, it can be annoying sometimes, but you’re never like that for long, not with him at least. you try, but all he has to do is wrap those steel arms around you and gush about how pretty you are, how he loves you so much, how much he missed seeing you and then you’re like putty in his hands.

you’re sweet, bashful, doting, clingy, glued to his side and rubbing yourself against him like some baby kitten. it’s cute, you’re cute, and he’s head over heels for you.

but like all things, that doesn’t last long either. your moods are fickle, changing at the drop of a hat, and your little outbursts can be explosive, sometimes offensive. yuji usually lets you get your frustrations out, lets you rant and rave while he sits and listens, and then when you’re all tuckered out he’s dragging you into his embrace and whispering comforting words into your skin followed by sweet kisses.

sukuna always tells him how soft he is when he does that - she’ll never respect you if you keep letting her off like that, he says. put her in her fucking place, he hisses. back in my era, the only time a woman opened her mouth around me was to suck my cock, he reminisces.

but yuji isn’t like sukuna, he doesn’t need to do those things to get you back how he likes you most, sweet and soft and eager for his love..but sometimes you really try his patience, so he figured he could do something, nothing close to the cruel things sukuna had suggested, but something to let you know that you couldn’t just do and say whatever you wanted all the time.

he figured he’d take something away from you, like you’d do with a misbehaving child, something that you loved and couldn’t get enough of, no matter how much he gave it to you.

his cock, obviously.

“yuji!” he’s had you like this for a while, your stomach flush against his bedroom wall as he forces you to stand while he squats behind you. you’re dressed in a little skirt and an equally as little top, no panties in sight. the skirt is hiked up around your hips, and he swallows past the lump in his throat as he thrusts the pink dildo into your drooling cunt once again, his ears twitching at the lewd squelch that sounds.

your thighs tremble, knees buckling, and he lets his free hand come down against your ass, his lips soothing the sting after when you let out a whimper. “m’sorry,” he mumbles against your skin, “but you have to stand up straight for me, baby.”

“mm-nn,” you shake your head, and yuji tsks, wrist pulling back to slide the dildo out until only the top remains, and then he’s quickly slamming back in, lips still peppering kisses along the curve of your ass. “ah! i want you, yuji. i wanna feel you..”

“you don’t get my cock until you start being nice to me.” he builds up a steady pace, his breathing ragged as he listens to the squelching coming from your cunt. needing to see it and not just hear it, he pulls his head back, marveling at the way your pussy grips onto the silicone, your slick coating the shaft along with his fingers. “such a pretty pussy for such a mean girl.”

“s-shut up!” he sees you clench, feels the resistance when he goes to push the silicone cock back into you, and he practically salivates as he watches a fresh wave of slick ooze down the shaft.

“see? so mean to me… i shouldn’t play with your pussy at all.” he slips the dildo out of you, jaw going slack as he watches your hole clench around nothing, your desperate protests and pleas falling on death ears. there’s a string of your arousal dripping down between your trembling thighs, and yuji swipes it up with his finger before pushing it into his mouth, lashes fluttering as he groans around the digit.

“please, yuji, m’sorry! i-i’ll be nice, i promise!” you plead and cry, and yuji knows you’re only thinking with your pussy right now, that overwhelming urge to come clouding your mind. you’ll be fussing at him by the end of the night if he gives in, he’s sure of it, but he’s not a mean man. how’s he supposed to tell you no when you beg for him like that? when your pussy weeps for him like this?

he can’t.

it only takes a second for him to free his own cock from his pants, replacing the dildo with the real thing, and he moans loud and guttural when he slips inside, your hot cunt wrapping around him like a vice. “fuck, baby.” his pelvis grinds into the fat of your ass, his hands pinning yours against the wall above your head as he thrusts in and out of you. “you feel so good.”

“yuji,” you keen, and he knows you and your body well enough to know that you’re milliseconds away from coming.

“you gonna come?” he breathes in your ear, low and raspy, and you weakly nod, his name leaving your lips like a chant, and the muscles in his thighs and calves flex as he bends at the knee to fuck you at a slightly different angle, tip of his cock pushing into that spot that always leaves you a babbling, sniffling mess. “go ahead and come, baby. make a mess.”

that’s all the encouragement you need before you’re creaming around his cock, pussy clenching and fluttering around him as declarations of love tumble free from your lips, and he wonders how long it’ll take for you to change your tune this time.

[artbyblastweave]

So I don't really think that it's a secret that Boston has a significant Minotaur problem. It's a pretty common situation for older American cities on the East Coast- centuries of poorly-documented cowpath-style urban growth providing an ideal nesting ground, widespread electrification and plentiful steam tunnels that compensate for the loss of the temperate Mediterranean climate that they're used to. And all this on top of limited institutional knowledge of proper containment tactics at least up until the Greek diaspora started to really blow up in the 20th century. You only have to fuck up the safety checks on one cargo steamer coming in from the broad area of old Minoa and then basically any import controls you put in after that point are closing the barn door after the bulls are loose. So yeah, no secret, it's an issue.

I do think, though, that we've kind of let the specific narrative surrounding the issue get away from us in the usual fashion, the problem people picture when they hear "Minotaur" isn't anywhere close the to the problem as it exists on the ground. I mean people's minds immediately jump to the 1949 Boylston massacre, but let's be real, even though that was really politically useful for finally getting the exit fares on the T removed, that was still a black-swan event, right? Basically every mayor since, like, Hynes has lived in mortal terror of having to manage a repeat of something like that during the mass media era, let alone the smartphone era. So we've got these Theseus kill-teams with their titanium-composite ropes and souped-up cattle prods and bolt guns, we have these constant "track replacement" stoppages on the orange line, and it's fine. It's fine! There hasn't been a serious Minotaur thing within walking distance of a T stop since, like, 2006, which again you can mostly chalk up to the chaos surrounding the dig.

No, the actual danger zones, the silent killers are the exurbs, like West Roxbury, Roslindale, parts of Hyde Park. Relatively dense foliage, bad sightlines, far enough from the urban center that the response times are bad, foot traffic that's basically nonexistent for big parts of the workweek because everyone's either commuting or hunkered down working from home. And, of course, a steady stream of delivery drivers with no political ties to the area. Which is an important element, right? I mean it's kind of baked into the Minotaur's nature, that they have a very finely tuned instinctual awareness of the politics of their situation. Start snagging homeowners, there might be a ruckus. But Amazon does steady business everywhere, and Minotaurs are smart enough to cover their bases, to wait until after the drivers have dropped off your package or delivered your food. So yeah, watch yourself out there. One eye on the treeline at all times. And if you see an Amazon van left idling, get ready to run faster than the driver could.