#facy but girl

[1choclo]

ignore my terrible drawings from years ago HAHHSHAHAHAHAHAH 😭

[wearevillaneve]

On Broadway in less than 30 days and if she can make it there she can make it anywhere.

[jodiespolaroids]

Jodie Comer arrives for the first day of previews for “Prima Facie” on April 11,2023 at the John Golden Theatre.

[97kuu]

ONLY ON CAMERA pt.2

Part 1 here

summary; On the night of the Korean Music Awards, he planned to light up the group chat with every second caught on film—the way you yielded to him completely and took every bit of his pleasure.

Au; fwb! Secrete rleationship au! ! Jungkookidolau! Readerpopularidolau!

wc: under 3k

Warnings; sm^t, Dirty t^lk, public s^x, recording, dub con, or^l (m ), Slight plot, s^xualization, faci^l, after care, slight bond^ge, legs over shoulders pos, descriptive s^x, descriptive mast^rbat^^n (M), recorded , vocal jungkook, jungkook focused, i may have went overboard this time, cr^^y pu^^sy,

It was the night of the KMAs, held in China this year. You sat with your group, dressed in a sleek, mid-thigh black pencil skirt paired with a cropped button-up blouse—part of your group’s office-themed concept. A soft blanket covered your legs, a courtesy given to those wearing skirts and dresses.

Your group was scheduled to perform near the end of the show, a testament to your rising popularity both internationally and in Korea. With BTS up next, Jungkook’s mind raced with a plan to get you backstage before the night was over.

His idea was simple yet clever. Knowing he’d push himself to the limit during their performance, he could easily claim he needed water and a moment to sit down. A commercial break would follow right after, giving everyone—fans and idols alike—a chance to refresh themselves. Conveniently, the group performing after BTS had a pre-recorded set, which meant the arena would go dark for a few minutes.

The placement of your groups worked to his advantage too—girl groups were seated close to boy groups. All Jungkook had to do was walk past and casually mention that something about your outfit seemed to be coming loose, suggesting you needed to change quickly. It was the perfect excuse to slip away together, at least in theory.

With time slipping away, Jungkook and his band members headed backstage to change, touch up their makeup, and prepare for their performance. This year, they had two songs to perform, with the dance line separated as planned. Placing his in-ear monitor, slipping on rings, and grabbing his mic, he did one final check of his look in the mirror before heading out.

Thankfully, the main camera was often focused on your group’s section, making it easier for him to sneak subtle, suggestive movements and winks in your direction. He couldn’t help but feel blessed—their performance this year featured a mature concept with hip thrusts, floor choreography, and suggestive outfits that had all been pre-approved. It was the perfect setup.

As the performance ended, he struck his final pose, a playful kiss, and smirked subtly towards you. Bowing to the fans, he made his way down the side stairs of the stage, a towel handed to him. Suddenly stopping in his tracks, he turned towards you and, with a lighthearted, non-suspicious gesture, pointed out something about your top. His hand subtly shielded his mouth as he mouthed a comment about your button-up. To others, it looked like he was simply being protective, helping you avoid any unwanted exposure. The tight-fitting top had indeed shifted, subtly revealing your bra. Flustered, you discreetly covered yourself and excused yourself to go change.

Jungkook watched you leave, sitting down and counting the minutes. When the arena darkened for the pre-recorded segment, he seized the moment, slipping backstage and heading toward his group room. Jungkook quickly snuck through as the staff watched the stage in the front of their dressing room and snatched his phone out of his manager bag before sneaking to the bathroom where he figured you’d be.

Once he found it, he positioned himself near the private unisex bathroom reserved for idols, aware that only one person could use it at a time due to the PIN lock. His eyes scanned the area, searching for a cleaner, more secluded spot. Anticipation coursed through him, his mind racing with possibilities as he waited for you to come out.

Overhearing staff mentioned an unused lounge with a small sofa and a door nearby, he made a mental note. Checking his watch and biting the inside of his cheek, he heard the door open—and there you were. Freshly changed, looking even more irresistible.

“Oh, didn’t think I’d run into you,” you spoke formally to your senior, mindful that anyone could be nearby. Without a second thought, he grabbed your hand, leading you down the hall, the sound of your low heels clicking softly against the floor.

“Where are we going?” you whispered urgently. Jungkook glanced both ways before pressing you gently against the wall, his lips finding your neck. He leaned into you, his body pressing closer, a soft moan escaping your lips.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you in that skirt—the way your hips swayed while you danced,” he whispered, pulling away from your neck.” You didn’t wear safety shorts on purpose, did you?” he added, his arm sliding around your waist, leaving you too flustered to respond.

“We have a few minutes, the lights are dim, and there’s a private room right here,” he murmured before returning to kiss your neck, this time with more urgency. Without waiting for a response, he pulled you closer, guiding you into a nearby secluded waiting area. Locking the door behind you, he lowered the lights and immediately began unfastening your bra beneath your thin, cropped cardigan.

You stood frozen in shock, surprised by his bold actions and his keen eye for noticing the lace panties beneath your black skirt. As he tossed your shirt and bra onto the couch, your breasts naturally perked up, catching his attention. Without hesitation, he pulled his phone from his back pocket and quickly snapped a picture.

With a sideways tilt of confusion, you asked, “Who’s that for?”

He scratched his head, gulping slightly. “The 97 chat… We made bets on who’d get to you first, and since I—” he trailed off, sending the picture to the group chat.

Your eyes narrowed, and a mix of irritation and disbelief flashed across your face. You turned around to grab your clothes, bending down slightly. Before you could react, Jungkook’s strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against him. In one swift motion, he spun you to face him, pushing both of you down onto the couch, his need for you palpable in every move.

“Just because I took a picture doesn’t mean I’m done here,” he murmured, his voice low, as he slowly removed his belt, his weight still holding you in place.

“You’re lucky, I don’t let just anyone get this far,” you muttered, your frustration lacing your words.

“You haven’t had anyone else, though, have you?” he countered, his tone more teasing now. “You give off that vibe like you’re hard to get, but I’m the one you let in.” He slowly wrapped the belt around your wrists, his movements calculated and deliberate.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded, his voice low and teasing, sending a shiver down your spine. His breath was warm against your skin as he slid your pencil skirt down with a slow, deliberate motion. His eyes remained fixed on yours, a smoldering intensity in them.

“Don’t act like you don’t crave this, don’t pretend you’re not addicted to the way I make you feel,” he murmured, his voice dripping with desire. “You’re the only one who can drive me to the edge like this… And I’m the only one who can give you exactly what you need.”

Jungkook reached for his phone on the counter, his fingers quickly swiping across the smooth surface. He unlocked it and opened the camera app, his focus intent as he positioned the phone, preparing to capture the moment.

Jungkook’s fingers gripped the waistband of his pants and boxers, yanking them down with deliberate force. His eyes locked onto yours, the demand in his gaze clear, as he moved with purpose, fully aware of the tension he was creating between you two. He was soft, his member semi-erected as he adjusted himself closer to place his tip and a few inches of member in your throat.

With the press of the record button on his iPhone, he softly cupped the back of your head and bobbed your throat up and down slowly on his shaft as he watched the screen take every moment of it.

To him it was an art, watching you softly gag his hardening member as he turned on the flash of his phone's camera above your head. Your gaze lingered, soft yet charged with an unspoken promise—a captivating blend of innocence and allure that made it impossible for him to look away. The gentle play of light across your features only heightened the tension, drawing him in closer, his pulse quickening with each lingering glance. The camera recorded every moment of the interaction.

“You suck as if you remember it by heart, why is that baby? Hm?” He teased, zooming on your tongue and swirling around his swollen dripping, and aching tip.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Keep going—you know exactly how I like it.”

With approval your tongue glides slowly over the smooth, warm surface of his tip, the slight sweetness of his precum lingering on your taste buds. Each swirl and flick of your tongue draws out soft, low moans, as you savor the familiar heat and taste of his cock.

You gently suck, letting the head roll between your lips, your mouth filling with his sticky essence. Your hand wraps around his shaft, fingers gripping just right, guiding your tongue in a slow, deliberate tease. Each movement is calculated, each lick a tantalizing promise as you savor every intoxicating moment.

“Good, just like that.” he muttered, his tone low and commanding. “You know exactly what I like.”

Pulling himself from the grips of your mouth and clasping around his cock, he paused the recording, his finger brushing lightly over the screen before he turned the flash off, the bright light dimming. With a swift motion, he set the phone down on the nearby table, the soft thud of it against the surface breaking the silence. The room now felt calmer, the glow from the phone fading as the tension hung thick in the air, leaving a lingering anticipation for what would come next.

Scanning the room, he quickly considered his options, thinking through what would feel right in the moment. He was torn between standing and just simple missionary, simple but he could penetrate deeply if he wanted too, which he did. However in your current position on the floor and time, he settled with a missionary on the couch. Satisfied with his decision, he gently helped you lay back onto the couch, ensuring you were comfortable as he positioned himself to move closer.

Checking you out from your eyes to your chest he slowly pulled the shirt over his head, the fabric sliding smoothly against his skin, revealing the toned muscles of his chest and abs. As he tossed the shirt aside, his movements deliberate, the defined lines of his abs were now fully exposed. The room seemed to heat up as the faint glow of light highlighted the curves of his body, the play of muscle and skin captivating, leaving you momentarily breathless. His chest rose and fell with each slow breath, the faint scent of his skin filling the space between you, drawing you in even closer.

He cupped your face gently, his thumb grazing your cheek as his voice dropped low with desire. “I can’t wait to see you covered in my mark, all mine,” he whispered, a smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes darkened as he traced your jawline, his tone laced with need. “You’ll look perfect with my essence all over you.”

Your eye roll didn’t go unnoticed. Jungkook’s fingers moved quickly, tilting your head back with a firm, deliberate touch. His gaze softened just for a moment, but his voice remained steady, “Keep that attitude, and you’ll regret it.”

Backing away, he spread your legs open and paused . He smirked to himself, eyes locked on the dark wet spot on your panties. With a slow drag of his tongue over his bottom lip, he grinned, clearly satisfied by what he saw. His gaze never wavered as he bit down on his lip, the sight of you wet with desire only fueling his hunger. the subtle sign of your desire pressing through was seen a quiet indication of your anticipation to him. A loud one if that .

Before Moving you so you laid more comfortable on the couch, he took off the belt he used as cuffs and positioned himself on the couch as well. Sliding your panties off in a swift motion, he soon takes hold of his rock-hard member and places it at your entrance before continuing.

Jungkook, now kneeling on the couch between your legs, gently lifts them up and over his broad shoulders. With your legs resting on him, you recline back, your body sinking into the couch cushions. He leans in closer, his hands gripping your thighs firmly, pulling you closer as he checks your position with careful attention. His eyes flicker with desire, but he’s cautious, making sure you’re comfortable before moving forward. With a quick glance to gauge your response, he gets the unspoken green light and pushes deeper into you, the pace starts off slow.

His pace builds gradually, each thrust deeper than the last, his movements slow at first, testing the rhythm between you both. With every push, the depth intensifies, making you both crave more as his hands tighten around your thighs, pulling you closer. His breathing quickens, and with each thrust, he becomes more confident, the steady rhythm turning into a forceful momentum. As the pace picks up, he watches you intently, ensuring you’re with him every step of the way. The intensity of his thrusts grows, each one sending waves of pleasure, as he drives deeper, pushing both of you to the edge.

Your moans spill out in soft, breathy sighs, quickly turning into deeper, more desperate sounds. Each one is a raw, unfiltered expression of pleasure, your voice catching with every sharp gasp. As the intensity grows, your moans become louder, and more urgent, punctuated by quick, broken cries that match the rhythm of your body. Every sound is a clear, intimate signal of your rising desire, each moans more primal, more intense, vibrating with need.

Anyone could hear the way he drew those moans from you, the raw, unfiltered sounds slipping through the walls, daring anyone nearby to wonder who it was and what was happening. But would they have the nerve to walk in and witness their cherished idols like this—lost in each other, bodies entwined, passion laid bare? Your back arched, fingers clawing at the couch arm for stability, each cries a direct response to the relentless thrusts of Jungkook’s hips. To an outsider, the sounds were obscene, a scandalous symphony of need. But to Jungkook, they were everything—each moan, each gasp, a siren song that pushed him harder, deeper. Every breathless, pleasure-soaked moan from your lips was a symphony he owned, a melody crafted for him alone. Each note ignited his senses, a raw, beautiful harmony that sent him spiraling deeper into desire.

With each deep thrust, Jungkook’s voice grew rougher, panting through his moans. “You sound so hot right now, baby,” he groaned, sweat dripping from his brow as his dark eyes locked onto yours. “Every moan… it’s like music to me. You’re driving me insane.”

He leaned in closer, his breath ragged. “The way you moan… you don’t even know what you’re doing to me.” His thrusts grew more intense, his voice thick with lust. “You sound so sexy… it’s like you’re made just for me. Every sound… it’s got me throbbing.”

He gripped your thighs tighter, his pace relentless. “You’re making me harder than ever,” he growled between heavy breaths. “Those moans… they’re unreal. Keep going… I need to hear more. You don’t know how close I am… you’re driving me out of my mind.”

Urgently Jungkook’s eyes lock onto yours, his dark gaze smoldering with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. There’s a primal hunger in his expression, a raw, unrestrained desire that fuels each deep, deliberate thrust. His eyes wander over your body, taking in every arch of your back, every shuddering breath, every tremble beneath him. The way he watches you isn’t just passion—it’s possession, a silent claim, his focus never wavering as he drinks in the sight of you completely lost under him. Each movement draws a low growl from his throat, the darkness in his eyes deepening with every thrust, leaving you feeling utterly consumed by his intense, unwavering stare.

“I can’t hold back… shit,” he mutters, his breath ragged, the low timbre of his voice dripping with raw, biting desire. Jungkook’s breath quickens as he moves, low, guttural grunts escaping from his chest. Each sound is a blend of pleasure and exertion, his body tensing with every push. His voice is deep and ragged, a sign of the growing intensity as he loses himself in the moment. His groans are slow at first, drawn-out sounds of satisfaction, before becoming faster, more urgent, as his pace quickens. The sounds escape from him almost involuntarily, his body betraying him as the pleasure builds.

Jungkook comes to a sudden halt, his body stiffening as a sharp breath escapes his lips. His chest heaves with effort, beads of sweat dotting his skin as he fights to regain control. His eyes are dark with desire, and with a quick glance toward the nearby table, he reaches out to grab his phone. As his fingers fumble with the device, his breath comes out in short, ragged pants, the tension palpable in the air. His body still quivers, pulse racing as he presses record, eyes flicking back to you with that intense, smoldering gaze. The weight of the moment hangs in the air, the phone capturing the scene as he pauses, his breath still heavy, waiting for the perfect shot.

Sliding out of your wetness, he raises the phone, capturing the creamy trail clinging to his shaft, glistening under the dim light. Every slick trace of you is recorded, the camera lingering on his throbbing length. Stepping closer, he wraps his hand around himself with a firm, possessive grip, fingers curling tightly as he strokes. Each deliberate movement glides over the sensitive, veined skin, slick with the mess you’ve left on him. The slow, controlled rhythm intensifies, his thumb grazing the tip to spread the creamy evidence of your desire. With every pump, his knuckles tense, the veins in his forearm flexing, each stroke accompanied by deep, deep grunts. His dark, desire-filled eyes lock onto yours, never wavering as he positions himself above you. His breath grows heavier, ragged with anticipation, each exhale uneven as he edges closer—ready to mark your face with his release.

“Smile for the camera,” he growls, voice low and commanding, his eyes burning into yours. With a deep, guttural groan, his body tenses, muscles taut as he reaches his peak. His hand grips tighter, strokes becoming erratic, until finally, he releases in thick, hot pulses. The first wave of his release lands on your skin, spreading warmth as it splashes across your face. Each subsequent spurt coats you in a sticky, possessive claim, heat radiating from where it lands. The sensation lingers, warm and intimate, dripping down your skin. His breath comes in ragged pants, eyes locked onto the sight of his essence marking you, dark with satisfaction and primal hunger.

With a slight tilt of your chin to face up, he lowered his tip to your mouth so that you could lick the little drops of his cun off his tip. Pleased, he soon pressed the stop button ti the recording and sent it to the group chat.

Now texting, he waited for the large file to load before texting his account details with;

“pay up cunts” before getting off you.

With a deep, calming breath, he reached for the pile of clothes and quickly put them on, careful not to make anything seem suspicious. He knew people would be looking for him, and he didn’t want to raise any questions. He hurried to grab wet paper towels to help clean you up. When he returned, he found you sitting up, waiting, still shaken but trying to hold it together. He gave you a soft, reassuring smile, his gentlemanly nature shining through. Slowly, he knelt beside you, gently helping you clean up as you remained still, a little out of it, but grateful for his care.

“Thank you,” you said shyly as he stepped closer to wipe your face.

“You know I wouldn’t let you leave like that. No need to thank me,” he replied softly, tossing the towel aside. .

“Here, I’ll help you get back to your group’s makeup room. I’ll just say you slipped because the ground was wet,” he added, gently wrapping one of your arms around his shoulder to help you stand. After a brief pause, he decided to lift you into his arms bridal style.

Quickly grabbing his phone, you smiled up at him, and he returned the smile before carrying you out of the room.

Back at the makeup room, he explained what happened with a polite bow as the staff and your group manager thanked him. The manager informed him there were only 20 minutes left before he had to hurry back. With a nod, he ran back to his group, trying to avoid raising suspicion, his phone hidden in his pocket as much as possible. His members gave him concerned looks, but he awkwardly smiled, trying to downplay how it looked.

Later, an official notice was released about your sprained ankle due to a slip on some water on the ground. There was some gossip and speculation about whether the sprained ankle was a cover-up, but that remained a secret between you, him, and the footage captured on his phone. Something officially on camera.

M.list This was a requested plot

[m13trieswriting]

Nothing new - Alexia Putellas

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first time posting something I have written. So if anyone has any suggestions/improvements, don't hold back. Just be nice, please! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it like I did writing it.

Summary: You and Alexia have broken up, again... a few weeks ago. You swore it was the last time but ended up getting intimate with her. This circle is nothing new.

There's no angst on this post, just pure smut with feelings.

Warnings: +18, Lesbian sex, cunnilingus, fingering, slight praise kink.

All this situation wasn't at all new for them. They've been in this exact situation a hundred times. Of course, y/n declared, stated and even swore that it would be the last time they broke up. She should have predicted that it wasn't.

All it took was a simple explanation of the events that had led to their break up, and they returned to it. To that messy, but inescapable circle that she couldn't erase from her mind.

She knew Alexia was the love of her life, from the moment she met those hazel eyes. She knew there wasn't going to be anyone else for her, ever.

Except they always ended up fighting and breaking up. Until they found themselves again. Not that y/n was thinking of that, she was far more interested on what was happening.

A heated kiss that felt like heaven. She must have had kissed her girl a thousand times, but it felt like fireworks every single fucking time.

Her lips, soft against hers, hypocritical given the circumstances. The kiss was everything but soft.

Y/n had tried to forget her. To let her go, like she insinuated she had to. Deep down she knew she couldn't. Her love was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, the kind poets spent ages writing about, the kind governors fought wars for. Alexia was her everything.

She consumed every fucking thought she had. Her essence had haunted her all those weeks when they were apart.

Having Alexia in her arms again, kissing her lips felt like a dream, one she did not wish to wake up from. Alexia was her dream. All she had ever wanted.

When they arrived to Alexia's bedroom, y/n cornered her girl against the door, their bodies pressing impossibly closer to each other.

It was nothing new for them. They fiercely kissed each other, trying to keep the moment locked in their memories.

Alexia's hands roamed all over y/n body, whilst hers firmly found their place on her lover's waist. Alexia's hands continued to move while their kiss became more heated, if possible.

Suddenly, y/n's lips became lower, kissing all over Alexia's neck, easily finding her weak spot. This wasn't new for them, they had done this a thousand times if not more. However, Alexia felt the same way that she had their first time, and honestly even more drenched.

Y/n was addicted to hearing Alexia's moans. It was her favourite sound in the fucking world.

-Y/n... please, I need you lower. No em facis esperar. - Alexia claimed, wanting to feel more of the younger woman.

-We have all night baby- familiar to the effect the nickname had on the catalan- and I plan to use every fucking minute of it love.

She took off the captain's shirt. Not giving a shit about where it was landing. Her wet lips explored the new area.

-Can I take it off?- always asking for permission before taking off her bra.

-Please...- Alexia was a mess of moans and whimpers.

She slowly took the piece of clothing off, maybe to savour the moment, maybe to tease Alexia even more.

Y/n loved Alexia's body, but her breasts were something else, she didn't waste any time attacking her tits. If Alexia had thought she was wet before, now with her lover's lips all over her most sensitive part she had a whole ocean between her legs.

Her clit was throbbing, not so patiently waiting for some friction anymore.

Another part of Alexia's body she was obsessed with was her abs. Fuck they were so perfect, she roamed her hand over them, while her mouth was still working on her captain's tits.

-Y/n, please, I fucking beg you- Alexia couldn't hold it any more, she craved more. Her hand now found its way to the older woman's hair, trying to guide her lower.

-I may be listening now baby- she teased.

-Please, I need you so much. Just do something.

-What do you need so much baby girl?- she was enjoying every second of it.

-I need you to fuck me so good I forget my name and the neighbours learn yours.

That's all she needed. She sank to her knees, removing the blonde's pants and underwear, not without a reassurance look, silently asking for consent. She admired her lover's intimacy.

Not wanting to make her wait more she licked her lips before attacking Alexia's clit. The first contact made the blonde shiver.

-Fuck, yes baby, don't stop.

Her girl's moans encouraged her to add a finger in her waiting hole. Feeling all the wetness once and for all. After all these years she couldn't quite believe the effect she had on the girl. It was fair to say she had the same effect on her.

After that, Alexia felt herself close to an orgasm she didn't know was building. She was a bit embarrassed because of it before she remembered it was you, whom she felt safe in every situation.

Perhaps it was the accumulated tension but she couldn't hold it much more. She kept moaning y/n's name, LOUD.

-Y/n, Baby I'm close, don't stop. - y/n's other hand moved higher reaching for one of her breasts. The captain grew even wetter if possible with that action. Y/n knew her body so well, that it was exactly what she needed to reach the climax.

-I've got you- was all y/n said while helping her ride her orgasm.

With the care you only have with someone you adore honestly, she picked up her lover's body, carrying her to what once was their bed.

Y/n dropped her carefully on the bed, before kissing every inch of her body. Despite what they had done only seconds ago, this was by far one of the most intimate moments she had ever felt.

Alexia has always felt loved by y/n, it was obvious the adoration the girl had for her. But in that moment she felt like the luckiest woman in the world. She had the hottest, most amazing and kind-hearted girl in the world adoring every part of her, all of her imperfections, insecurities.

She felt loved. Adored. Wanted.

Y/n kisses started to get higher until she reached her lover's lips. She softly kissed them.

-That was amazing, you are such an incredible woman.

Alexia's eyes started to get wet, just like her core was some minutes ago... She felt in heaven.

-Thanks for making me feel so loved. Wait, was?

Y/n gave her a knowing smirk.

-I know you are tired, I'm THAT good in bed. We can continue in the morning.

-Ugh, I hate that you know me so well, and we definitely will continue this in the morning.

Alexia took off y/n's clothes so they could cuddle naked. Y/n laid on the blonde's upper front. Her head where her tits heart was.

They didn't say they loved each other that night, it was understood what they both felt, but still, they needed time to process everything.

And their morning was, let's say... eventful.

[tieflingkisser]

Israeli drones shooting children in Gaza deliberately 'day after day', UK surgeon tells MPs

Nizam Mamode, a retired NHS doctor who recently returned after working at Nasser Hospital, said he had 'never seen anything on this scale ever'

In harrowing testimony to British MPs on Tuesday, Nizam Mamode said of all the conflicts he had worked in, including the genocide in Rwanda, he and other experienced colleagues in Gaza had "never seen anything on this scale ever". He said at least once or twice daily, there were "mass casualty incidents," meaning that 10 to 20 people were killed and up to 40 seriously injured. He estimated that at least 60 percent of the people treated at these times were women and children. "Drones would come down and pick off civilians, children," Mamode told members of the International Development Committee in a hearing focused on the humanitarian situation in Gaza.  "This is not an occasional thing. This was day after day after day operating on children who would say, 'I was lying on the ground after a bomb dropped and this quadcopter came down and hovered over me and shot me'."

[...]

The 62-year-old surgeon broke down three times during his testimony as he provided detailed accounts of his patients, including an 8-year-old girl who he said was bleeding to death during surgery one Saturday evening. "I asked for a swab and they said, 'No more swabs'," he said, momentarily unable to speak. Mamode said lack of medical supplies as a result of Israel not allowing aid into Gaza included sterile gloves, drapes and pain killers, but also basic items like soap and shampoo, leading to unhygienic conditions.

[...]

He and his colleagues were particularly disturbed by a pattern of wounds - three to four shots on the left and right side of the chest and also in the groin area - caused by drones. "That we thought was prima facie evidence of an autonomous drone or semi-autonomous drone because a human operator would not be able to fire with the degree of accuracy that quickly," Mamode said. But he also said the pellets fired by most drones were also more destructive than bullets which would pierce a body straight through. Instead, the pellets were bouncing around inside bodies.

[baedreamverse]

SERENITY: Schedule One

word count: 1354 SERENITY | next

synopsis: Who knew ‘We Got Married’ would bring back the heat for this upcoming season with an “ACE” couple, let alone a couple who ended terms with each other before their debut. Would their old flame spark once more or would they pass each other instead? With the exciting news starring Lee Heeseung from ENHYPEN and Choi Areum from SERENITY, would the old lovebirds be able to show us their profound partnership through challenging missions under one roof?

[Ari POV]

"Congratulations ladies! You did amazing out there," Yui exclaims as we enter our dressing room, the stylists surprising us with confetti thrown into the air. We grin triumphantly, it was our fifth win for our comeback promotion 'Eyes On Me' from our tenth album ‘Yours Truly’. All those sleepless nights of producing the songs while on tour were definitely worthwhile seeing our fans enjoy our music. It’s always fun having to interact with them during pre-recording as they show us their undying love and support.

Jaemi, our leader, raises the trophy excitedly waving it in the air, "Our hard work is paying off! You know what calls for tonight~"

"Sleeping in?" I joke half-heartedly, earning a 'are you for real' look from Lihua. "What? I just miss my bed." I continue to pout.

“Anyways,” Hyejin continued, dismissing my joke as she shook her head, “Why don’t we celebrate by eating good tonight with delivery?”

“That sounds like a good idea. I’ve been craving fried chicken these past few days,” Lihua gestures to her stomach, rubbing it in circles. "We should also add tteokbokki and ramen to the order."

“Should we also go on Weverse for a bit?” I suggest, earning a nod of approval from our leader.

“We should, especially since we won an award today,” she said, “I’m sure they’d enjoy that. We can go on while we wait for delivery.”

"Since your promotions will be ending next week, I'll have the company request a short break for you girls soon after the scheduled activities. You've worked hard for the past year during the world tour. It's about time you deserve a break," Yui announces, quickly taking note of it on her phone. However, I doubt the company will even acknowledge how overworked we have been since the tour. Our fans, Aurora, have been active on social media platforms regarding the demand for a vacation to our company. I've noticed how tired my members are despite the facade we display for our audience. I'm worried that it will become too late and the public will be outraged by the company's neglect. I sigh, eventually, our voices will be heard before anything serious happens.

"Hopefully we'll be able to go somewhere with no cameras," Lihua said while removing her in-ear pieces, setting her mic down in its case. "I still need to go to Monaco from my bucket list. I need to see Lando at least once in my lifetime."

"Honestly, I doubt that. We've been the hot topics for news articles since last year," Hyejin states, quickly dismissing our hopes of privacy. "Especially since all eyes are on us during promotions."

"If only these paparazzi could leave us alone, we'd get a sense of peace of mind," I interject, my hair stylist quickly adjusts my hair for our photo to be taken soon for our twitter page.

"Maybe one day there will be world peace," Jaemi counters with a shrug. "Should we head out soon to take our photos?"

"Whoever is done touching up can take their solo selfies first," Yui announces, "We do have a dance challenge with a few groups today."

"Alright, I'm taking off first then," Lihua raises from her seat, quickly taking her phone and trophy in hand, with quick snaps on the camera roll with a variety of different angles and poses.

"I'll favorite the ones I like," Jaemi announced as it was her turn to take photos with the trophy.

"Which groups are we doing the dance challenge with again?" I ask, tilting my phone upwards with the trophy by my face. I smiled, quickly giving different types of facial expressions on camera.

"We'll be with Stray Kids and SEVENTEEN today," Hyejin answers before taking photos of herself.

"Ohh, that means Lihua gets to be with her boyfriend~" Jaemi teases as she nudges by her side.

Lihua shakes her head with a smile, "Don't get me started with you now."

Jaemi laughs, her brows raised in response, "I'm just saying, I'm glad that our fandoms were happy for you and Mingyu. Shoot, I was scared when the company officially announced your relationship with Mingyu."

"Oh shush, don't remind me. We were both in a pickle at the time," with a groan, Lihua pinches Jaemi on her side. "Knowing our fandoms, they're very respectful and considerate to us."

About six months ago before our world tour began, Mingyu and Lihua were caught by paparazzi during one of their late-night dates which caused a stir in the industry. Not long after the release of their article scandal, causing distress to some netizens regarding their relationship status, our company made an official announcement confirming their relationship to the world and that they’ve been an item for over a year. Of course, not everyone was pleased to hear the exciting news from the agency, but that didn’t stop the couple from showing their affection for one another, which quickly gained massive support from both fandoms and non-fans. Now, they’re known as the “VISUAL CHEFZ” couple, earning the nickname from their fandoms.

"Alright ladies, let's take the group photo now," Yui interjects their banter, catching our divided attention to our manager. "Go out the halls and take the photos by the stairs. Let's go."

"Yes ma'am," we all say in unison, walking out of our room together.

***

"Thanks for your hard work," the girls, Lihua and Hyejin, bow towards Mingyu and Soonyoung after quickly finishing the dance challenge for each other's promotions with the approval nod of our manager.

“Congratulations again on winning!” Mingyu grinned sheepishly, opening his arms for Lihua, which she returned with a hug. If this man isn’t the most obvious person on earth, he is so love-struck for Lihua. I chuckle at his demeanor towards her. It’s so cute looking at their interactions.

Do you want to know the story of how it all started for the couple? I'd say it was all due to us playing Cupid, by 'us' I mean Soonyoung and I. We became close after doing a couple of dance challenges together, with him quickly adding me to one of his group chats with other dancers.

I was shocked to see a text message from him one day, asking me about Lihua, which I assumed Soonyoung wanted to be more than just friends. Turns out it was actually Mingyu who wanted to get close to her.

From passing each other through the company hallways to doing dance challenges together, Mingyu finally received the courage to ask Lihua for her phone number.

I look towards Soonyoung who also glanced towards me with his eyebrows raised, a playful glint in his eyes. "Oh boy," I muttered under my breath, "Here comes trouble." Soonyoung tilted his head toward the couple who was too busy in their own world to acknowledge his presence as he slowly crept up to them, or rather Mingyu specifically. Soonyoung bumps into Mingyu from behind, sending him to corner Lihua on the wall with his arms trapping her in between. She looks up with a surprised look as Mingyu briefly apologizes to her with a quick kiss on the cheek, quickly chasing down a mischievous hamster down the halls. Ah, I can’t wait to relax and finally be in bed.

***

[SERENITY Dorm]

"Wait a minute," I say, trying to digest the announcement coming from my manager Yui, "So, what you're trying to say is that the reality show I'm selected for is We Got Married."

I stood up from my couch in disbelief, "You're kidding with me right?" I say, my eyes pleading for Yui to say it was a prank. My streak of not getting into a dating scandal quickly crumbles down the drain. Knowing how dispatch and the netizens react, they'll automatically assume one of us is in a relationship or spread rumors like usual. "I can't get out of this can I?"

"Oh honey, I wish it was. The director personally chose you as the next star to go on." Yui states, giving me an apologetic look. "You'll have to sign the contract tomorrow first thing at the company. The director will have a brief meeting with you in the morning." Ah, I wish I was in Monaco instead of being here.

a/n: first chapter is here~ i hope you enjoy and look forward to this smau series 🥹

pls like, comment & reblog ♡

[chaoticreation]

10/29/23

This area is a death sentence without transportation. I'm running out of food, I can't get my prescriptions, can't flee in an emergency, and me and Syd have been freezing for like, a month, aside from the past two days because it's been surprisingly warm out for October. But November is around the corner, and it's gonna get cold. Fast.

I don't have the funds to repair my van, or the furnace.

Eventually, I'm gonna go homeless if the taxes aren't paid, but the van and furnace are extremely pressing matters right now.

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Edit, 11/7/23: And we also don't have hot water now either. When the plumber came to give me an estimate on the furnace, he found that the hot water heater had a bad leak, so that was turned off to reduce damage.

Edit, 11/12/23: Septic problems now, too. Sinks are backing up. Woo! Still no heat, btw. It's been a month without heat and it's getting colder. Friend bought Syd a bigger hospital cage, but it hasn't arrived yet, so poor girl has to continue to suffer. Still no transportation, either. HEAP has said they'll pay half the furnace bill if I'm on the deed, which I can't and won't do until the taxes are paid off. I'm not about to inherit that debt.

@sydthetiel is being kept in a tiny hospital cage in my office with a space heater. Not ideal, but it's keeping her warm at least.

We're really not okay.

Edit, 11/16/23: Still no heat or hot water. Plumber isn't even actually getting back to us lmao. Mechanic got back to us, though, and they've found that the brake lines are rusted and need to be replaced. They want an extra $3500 for that. So it'd be roughly $6,000 to get my van repaired. Or I can just fix what I can fix at $2,000 and take my chances with rusted brake lines, and be an accident waiting to happen because I'm desperate to not be trapped in a freezing house with no meds or food or water lmao. Or I just don't get to have transportation back. Or I have to buy a new used vehicle, for like, $15,000+. So... mostly there's just no hope left for me. I'm ready to just give up. It's too much to fix, and my odds of survival are at 0 anyway. I won't last the winter here, and I can't even leave.

Edit, 11/22/23: That plumber ghosted us. We got a new plumber. He came out yesterday and got the furnace rigged to work, just in time. As he pulled into the driveway, it started sleeting and snowing. Throughout the night. The problem is, the furnace isn't fixed, so it could crap out at any moment. The water heater is off, but still leaking, so it's time sensitive to have it replaced. But he's pointed out another problem with that; Rex's hoarding. We need to be able to get rid of enough of her crap to get the equipment in and out. He can do it, but it's gonna cost. Additionally, the chimney isn't in great shape so we have to do something about that, or it's going to defeat the purpose of these replacements. Waiting for the quotes on everything.

As for my van, it's ready to be picked up, without the brake lines being finished. We found a new place that said they'd charge between $700-$1000 to replace the brake lines. A lot better than $3,500, but still not money I have. So until I can do that, it's a risk driving it, but I really don't have a choice. I can't stay living like this, trapped in the middle of nowhere. It's defeating me mentally and physically. But there's another problem too, that won't be covered under warranty. A knock sensor. No idea how much it'll cost yet, but it needs to be replaced in order for the van to pass inspection in December.

I'm feeling incredibly hopeless. I can't even run, because I have Syd, and I'm not going to abandon her. She's my kiddo. She's in a bigger cage now, happily. But I'm at such a loss of what to do. We're not going to survive the winter here without these repairs, and fleeing is going to be really difficult, and I may not have a home to come back to in Spring if I did manage to leave for the winter with Syd.

[sammy-halpert]

"That's just cute now"

Author note: I just haven't seen a new fanfic for ages, so here you go!

Warnings: some cursing, rest is pure fluff <3

You and Wilbur are friends since around four years and have moved in together a year ago. It was very common for Wilbur to be either by his computer all day or with his band, but he still uses every break he has to spend it with you, but obviously he doesn't tell you that and makes you belive he has some breaks alone.

You've had a crush on him the day you saw him. His tlal figure towering over you, his soft presence, his little dirty jokes and the British accent were really something for you. The crush had become so big, you noitice everything. You noitice if he has a new piece of clothing, if there is a new picture in his phone case, even if he gets the smallest paper cut you find out.

But again it felt like he just sees you as a close friend. One time you and him had been watching a movie and he had held you, cuddling you. Of course, he was tired and everything. The next few days it felt like he was ignoring you, avoiding eye contact... blushing?

Wilbur left to record a new sorry boys video, till 7pm, currently it's 6:21pm. Cuddled up in your bed, wearing a t-shirt as you are scrolling on your phone, back faced to the bedroom door. Lovejoy is playing in your headphones and the sound of some videos as you scroll by.

After a little but you come across an edit of a certain someone... (I'll add the video you saw because I am very fucking delusional and I need as much detail in everything possible :D)

'Oh fuck' You thought. Being attracted to him and then seeing these videos made you want to kick your legs and giggle like a high-school girl. You really love this man more than you thought. The next thing you know, you find yourself on a rabbit hole on Tik tok and watching the edits of him, saving them one by one and putting them into an photo album of him.

You've been collecting pictures of him since years, taking some yourself and others from the Internet. It feels to weird have so many pictures of your best friend and admiring them every time you couldn't sleep, but you couldn't help it.

After a while of collecting the videos you take your time and start to look at every single video or photo in the album, zoning out a couple times to think of how to confess to him. You know it's the best thing to just tell him straight up, but you had five worries.

What if he says that he doesn't like you back ? That will be the most awkward friendship ever.

Courage. You don't have it when it comes to Wilbur and confessing.

The 'Oh no I'm gonna fuck this up so bad' feeling the second you try to talk to him about it.

He misunderstands you. What if he thinks you said something else? You already had mustered up all your courage and he didn't understand it. No thank you, another time.

What if he immediately ends the friendship? What if he doesn't want to live with someone who has a huge crush on him? Yeah no, not taking that risk.

You are so lost in a trance you don't hear the front door open. The pictures of him just make you feel like you're on a cloud and turn your eyes into hearts. You are indeed hear over heels for him.

"(Name) I'm back!" Wilbur shouted from the front door as he take soft his shoes and jaket. He stops as you don't answer. "(Name)?" He shouted and looked into the direction of your room. He frowns as worry swarms over him. Did something bad happen to you. He hurries and throws his shoes into the corner instead of carefully putting them there.

Headphones still in use and you are still lost in the pictures. You can't get enough of his looks. The pictures really had something and you didn't noitice his steps or shouts of your name.

Wilbur opens your bedroom door without even knocking, too worried. "(Name)?" He sees you on the bed and mentally sighs relifed. You haven't noiticed him yet, and he knows. An idea gets into his mind and he silently sneaks to your bed, your bsck still facing him and the door. He was about to give you a tickle attack before he saw what you are doing. You are... Looking at images of him, and edits? He watches you swipe in the galleries and they never seemed to stop.

A smile creeps up on his face. You like him back?! He couldn't belive it. He was glad he doesn't have to isolate himself anymore after they cuddle because he needs to recharge the act of not liking you that way. But he won't need the act anymore.

Instead of tickling you, he lays down by your side and spoons you, arms wrapping around your waist and a face nuzzled into your neck, a familiar scent entering your nose.

You quickly turn your phone off in hopes he didn't see anything and take off your headphones. "Oh- hi Will. I didn't hear you" You mumble, blushing. Usually you never cuddle expect for when watching movies. "Mmh... I know" He hummed into your neck.

Spooning isn't your favourite cuddling position so you turn around and nuzzle onto him, head resting on his chest. He pulls you closer and caresses your hair.

What is going on? He is never that affectionate. Like never. Not even while watching movies. Did something happen?

"I see you've spent your time missing me?" You could hear the smile in his voice as clear as day, his hand now resting on your arm, thumb strocking you. "What?" It came out of your mouth without thinking any further and a chuckle moves his chest.

"I mean, you must have missed me a lot that you didn't even hear me come home, because you were too busy staring at my photos." HE SAW THAT?! Now that's where embarrassment becomes cringing. Oh please just make him think you are playing a prank on him, but he knows you're not that big of a prankster. The furthest you go is make him say 'Ben Dover.'

"I was cleaning up my gallery" You mumble and bury your face into his chest. This is so embarrassing. It seems he's catching into that crush of yours, but he seems very cool with it.

"That's just cute now" He mumbles under his breath with a soft chuckle. "(Name). I know that if you have more than eighr pictures of the same guy in a row in your gallery, you are simpinggg" He says in a teasing tone but he was dead serious. "You wanna say I have a crush on you?" You scoff, trying your best to make it seem like you find it funny that he's apperantly so wrong.

Wilbur sighs. "You won't say it so I will." A soft hand comes up from your arm and gently pushes you s bit away so you can look at him without breaking your neck and then comes to your chin, tilting it up to look at him. Then he comes up close, his nose only an inch from you." I love you. Not bestie way. The romantic way." He leans in but centimeters befor your lips he stops. Puppy eyes look into yours and you feel his breath again your lips as he asks in a whisper. "May I? Please"

You know Wilbur is a huge gentle man, so it wasn't a big suprise he asked for concent and to be honest, you liked it a lot. A nod from you was all it took and his lips are now pressed against yours. The hand on your chin moves up to your cheek as the other tone is tucked under you and on your back.

Butterflies fill both of your stomach's as your lips move rhythmically against each other. After a moment or two he pulls away and looks at you with this familiar look in his eyes. Before this you always saw those eyes as his normal rest look, but now you realise, it was a look of love. He had looked at you so many times with this look you thought it was his rest look, but his actual resting face was around his other friends. Around you, he's the softest softie you'll ever know.

An adorable smile curls his lips and you couldn't help but smile back. He holds you close and you wrap your ams around him aswell, cuddling onto his warm and soft presence.

"You're mine now, (Name)"

"Gladly"

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TFP dub fails(Romanian dub here; I'm sharing my disappointment with the world)

Dunno why but I remembered the TFP dub for my country being better..

Except I checked it last night and besides Breakdown, Shockwave and Smokescreen, everyone was massacred. Oh and Silas and Fowler were fine among the humans.

I'm gonna list them as they come to mind:

-Starscream sounded very old dark and pertinent; I couldn't even listen to his voice for more than a few seconds because the mere association between that voice and Screamy scratched my ears. I'm being nice here

-Jack was a disaster. I can't even begin to describe what was wrong with his voicing. For starters.. the age was wrong, he seemed dead inside and spoke as if he kept on inhaling some substance. Raff was.. he seemed a bit fine at first but his voice would get weird and shaky and old lady like. And then Miko sounded like a lil sassy shopping spree lady that she isn't

-Knockout was just edgy af and Arachnid... Yk that mischievous, intelligent, suave, cheeky voice of hers that makes you(or at least makes me) slightly scared of her? It's all gone and replaced by another shopping spree girl, except with 50% more sass and the flavour of a femme fatale failed attempt which is the one trope I hate in cartoons with a passion

-OP may or may not have had some orange jam stuck in his throat; his voice was so bass and grave I couldn't take him seriously

-Megatron had the imemorabile voice of your regular cartoon villain except more clean and young???

-Dreadwing and Predaking had in common the most rugged voice in existence which made D sound like he had a terrible case of sore throat and Predaking... He was just pathetic in a way. Like a poorly voice acted goon. Nothing noble about him

-Ratchet and Bulkhead became younger and lacked flair. (young in the way that their voices would fit Jack or Smokescreen 😭)

-Arcee's voice was terribly edited to sound more cyberpunk or smth, I think in the attempt to make up for how bad the voice acting was and instead made it worse. She no longer had any warmth in her voice and sounded passive-aggressive all the time

-I can't even remember who it was, probably my brain tries to defend my ears, but one of the characters had the VA that our country had for Martha Speaks. Which was, in other words, obnoxious and playful. Playfully obnoxious. I couldn't get the association out of my head. I think it was June

-Cliffjumper sounded like a bratty cowboy who lived in the slums. Which doesn't not fit him exactly, but there was something off about it -so it came out as annoying

-Mags was.. dunno. It was a decent voice I think. But just like Raff's it had weird ups and downs. So for one second he sounds like a commander barking orders, the next like a crybaby

:v

I forgot about Hardshell tbh so ye that's life. I also didn't check Soundwave's only line because I was honestly afraid they destroyed him

BONUS: the VA picks weren't even the worst part. That would be the translation. A memorable moment of failure was in the episode when Smokescreen appeared and thought his 'plan' to blow up the Energon was good... The words Arcee used to criticize him were: "Era să ne faci chipsuri" or "You nearly turned us into chips" For being blown up. Yes 'chips' as in potato chips. No, we don't have that expression in the language. Me and my partner laughed at this way too hard

[pchanstandsforpyra]

First version of the concept of Seraphina for a potential project that i'll call Veridis (not its real name) i'm working on with my friend Lily, scriptwriter -and more.

Warm thanks to my lovely girlfriend Hanna for her advices, specifically on the facial structure 💋.

The style is not definitive, it's a study of the clothes and the facies of Seraphina.

Seraphina is nb/femme. Potentially the dead girl that hovers over the narrative if you can call it that. Rest is not for me to tell.

Next drawing that will come will not be more Seraphina art, probably a girl named Maya. I also need to design their magical girl outfits.

Not like it's usable, but don't use it LMAO.

[lagacomicofficial]

Lisa's All Girl Academy promo short #1

Hey hope y'all are doing awesome, this short is to show the characters are writing of the upcoming webcomic under the same name! Since I'll be writing it makes since to show off the writing. But u wanna know more about these characters and have this make a lil more sense to u, I've already posted their bios: U can see and reblog those posts here: https://www.tumblr.com/lagacomicofficial/766906687744540672/clover-haas https://www.tumblr.com/lagacomicofficial/761801147976728576/stier-horner

Hope u enjoy the story!

PANEL 1: 

Stier and Clover are leaping from wall to wall paralleling one another, eyes closed as they each with aggression point towards the massive target right in front of them! 

Stier: Fulgura flectes ad voluntatem meam et percute punctum quod volo etiam, obtinuit?! 

Clover: Audi me nunc aquas mundi, facies ut dico, et quod dico percutere scopum illud in puncto ictum quod volo, nunc! 

PANEL 2: 

Stier’s lightning hits exactly where the target is, as she swipes at the air with aggression and directs the lighting where she wants it to go. Clover punches at the air directing the water towards the same spot and it’s as close as it could be without hitting it. 

Stier: HAHA, fucking got it! 

Clover: Oh, fuck me man! 

PANEL 3: 

Clover and Stier now back on the ground. Clover kicks at air looking very dejected and Stier grabs both her shoulders very softly with a concerned expression. 

 Stier: Yo, you got close. I know it sucks but at least acknowledge how great you are. That makes it easier to get to that next step you wanna get. 

 Clover: Yeah, yeah, but… 

 Stier: Yeah what spit it out! 

 Clover: I mean, it’s fine to feel like this, yeah?! 

PANEL 4: 

Stier looks at her with a sharp and confident smile. Stier grabs Clover’s shoulders more aggressively as she looks back at Stier confused. 

 Stier: Fuck yeah, but it’s about doing something with it that matters!

Clover: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh, what the fuck do you mean, Stier? 

Stier: I call it the art of emotions!

Clover: Huh, it’s… we’re not making a fucking painting here Stier! 

PANEL 5: 

Stier now wraps her arm around Clover’s shoulders with the other hand held right above Clover’s face reaching for the stars. While Clover stares at Stier’s face wistfully. 

Stier: You see our emotions ain’t things that happen to us, we creatures of habit, right? 

Clover: Hmmmmmmmmm, I, I, suppose so yes.

Stier:  So then you can train your emotions to have certain reactions, yeah? At least in theory! 

Clover: Well that definitely checks out, yeah. 

PANEL 6:

Stier now strikes a pose of energetic confidence. While Clover continues to stare at Stier with stars in her eyes. 

Stier: So try this out, ask yourself hey what’s the best thing way would have reacted or felt during whatever. And then next time aim to do that! Not easy but man makes things way fucking better! 

Clover: I see… so you’re not selling this as a fucking easy solution then.

Stier: Best things are always difficult, yeah? 

Clover: That’s what they say.

PANEL 7: 

Stier laughs with pride and Clover smiles but in her eyes is a clear annoyance.

Stier: And for a reason but hey doesn’t have to be that fucking hard! I’ll help you out all you gotta do is ask! 

Clover: Thanks but no thanks I’m pretty sure I fucking got it! 

Stier: Really?  

Clover: Fuck yeah, I know it’s difficult but it’s simple to start, clearly! 

Stier: OkAY, yeah I feel that!

PANEL 8: 

So Clover gets in a battle ready stance again. Determination etched all over her face. While Stier stands above her cocky smirk as she puts both hands on her hips.

Clover: Okay fuck it, let’s go again! 

Stier: Really, right now? 

Clover: Fuck yeah, when else c’mon?! 

Stier: All fucking right, thought you’d wanna break. But you never wanna slow down for nothing, huh? 

Clover: Fuck no, that’s how get passed. No let’s go fucking now! 

Stier: Sounds like a plan to me! 

PANEL 9: 

Stier and Clover elements come off their body like a kind of aura. As they both have their fists clenched glaring ahead with a fierce determination. 

Stier: Okay, this time you’ll be better, you’ll be on target and you’ll prove to yourself that you’re fucking great, on three, alright? 

Clover: Fuck yeah let’s go! 

Stier: Fucking perfect ok, one… two… three! 

PANEL 10: 

Stier begins to leap from wall to wall with an unmatched aggression and a fierceness of a predatory animal. Clover is only a little behind leaping wall to wall with a similar aggression but a hesitation Stier doesn’t, her eyes more determined then fierce. 

Stier: Fulgura flectes ad voluntatem meam et percute punctum quod volo etiam, obtinuit?! 

Clover:  Audi me nunc aquas mundi, facies ut dico, et quod dico percutere scopum illud in puncto ictum quod volo, nunc! 

PANEL 11: 

Stier’s lightning hits exactly where the target is, once again the exact same way as before too. Clover punches at the air directing the water towards the same spot but this time it hits right on target but leaving less of an impact than Stier. 

PANEL 12:

Clover puts both fists in the air with a big smile on her face and Stier hugs her. The same pride on both their faces. 

Clover: Yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, I fucking did it! Look at that, I’m the fucking greatest huh?! 

Stier: Fuck yeah, see take my advice and you can do anything! 

Clover: Pfft, your advice?! Don’t get me wrong it was great advice but let’s talk about my skill and hard work for a sec! 

Stier: Okay sure I mean that was a result of that! All you need is that one more piece of great info and you take one further step towards greatness! 

Clover: Hmmmm… yeah I suppose. 

PANEL 13:

Stier puts both her hands on her hips again. Looking at Clover very skeptical while Clover jumps back a step looking very nervous. 

Stier: Huh, what’s that supposed to mean, huh? 

Clover: Ooooooooooooh, u-uh, nothing it’s true but… a little preachy? 

Stier: Uh, yeah of course it’s preachy! It’s that way of thinking that got me a scholarship into the greatest magic school in the fucking world! And you’re my fucking friend so I wanna help you out so how do I help you out? Telling you how I got here and why I get better each and every day! 

Clover: Well… right but I mean you don’t have to be soooooooooo preachy. 

PANEL 14:

Stier tilts her head and upper body to get closer to Clover who still looks nervous. 

Stier: Oh yeah and what does preachy fucking mean?!

Clover: Uuuuuuuh, hmph well it's pretty fucking hard to describe.

Stier: Oooooooh is it now?! 

Clover: Uuuuuuuh b-but give me time I'm sure I can!

Stier: Hmph, sure take all the time you want.

PANEL 15:

Clover looks at the ground with an index finger on her chin. Still with a nervous expression while Stier Horner glares at her with narrowed eyes. 

Clover: I know you want to help but I mean is it because you want to see me become better or you want to take credit for it?

Stier: Why not both? 

Clover: Huh?! 

Stier: Said why can't it be both?!

PANEL 16:

Clover looks at Stier Horner confused while Stier Horner puts her hand all the way out in front of her and moves it from side to side. An expression of strictness on her face.

Clover: B-B-But it's still my work after all. I STILL have cast the spells and stuff.

Stier: Oh I know don't doubt that for a second! But that's the thing Clover. If the advice does help you become better. Doesn't mean I did everything but does mean I helped. Which means my experiences and they I thought about em weren't for nothing. And you know, that I was right at least in some way. Now why the fuck do you think so absolutely, huh?

Clover: Hmph, well of course I don't know I never really thought about it like that. But… it makes a lot of fucking sense to be honest.

PANEL 17:

Stier Horner wraps her arm around Clover's shoulders, a very smug expression on her face. While Clover looks back at her very annoyed. 

Stier: See my wisdom is invaluable isn't it? 

Clover: Oh fuck off Stier!

Stier: AHAHAHA! Oh what c'mon if my advice wasn't valuable I wouldn't keep giving it out! 

Clover: You know I really appreciate it if that's what you're trying to do!

PANEL 18:

Stier gets her arm off her shoulders and looks back at her with a genuine smile. But Clover shrinks and looks away with gritted teeth. 

Stier: Hey man the duty of greatness is to help create more greatness! I'm only doing my part!

Clover: Uh, yeah awesome.

Stier: Everything all good?

Clover: Oh, I'm fucking perfect! 

PANEL 19: 

Stier Horner with a smile on her face and fierce determination in her eyes. Stomps back to the training ground. While Clover smiles following her but eyes full of envy. 

Stier: Then what the fuck we waiting for, let's go back to training! 

Clover: Oh fuck yeah let's do it!

Clover (Thinking:) It's not that I don't doubt she wants to help me or that her advice is genuine. But that I know she's holding something back.

PANEL 20:

We see Stier Horner from Clover's perspective. Seeing her back as Clover follows close behind her. Seeing her confident and aggressive stance up close. 

Clover (Thinking:) Because I still can't imagine me moving the way you do or doing things as well as you do, what are you hiding from me?

[transmutationisms]

re: everything horny nothing beautiful—do you think people are onto something when they say that americans became oddly and intensely puritan after 9/11. never understood that particular argument, nor the bit about americans as uniquely puritan/sexually repressed compared to the rest of the (western) world

ya i can kind of understand people thinking that the wave of post-9/11 nationalism led to like a general sexual conservatism, like it's sort of just an assumption that those things must have automatically gone hand-in-hand, but i don't think actually that america did become significantly more sexually repressed or puritanical in the aughts lol. it's also another one of those cases where many people seem to want to use the idea of puritanism to mean, like, "intensification of reactionary ideas" and i think puritanism is better understood as just one reactionary strain among many. like, all roads do not necessarily lead to rome.

anyway as to the general perception of americans as uniquely sexually repressed and puritanical i think there are a couple things going on. one is a general, max weber-lite tendency to over-interpret the significance of protestantism as a guiding economic force with an accompanying cultural and sexual ethos. so the fact that america has always been plurality protestant gets taken as prima facie evidence of sexual repression, like the way countries like england or germany are also assumed more repressed and buttoned-up than eg france or italy. i've said before that weber arguments are bad (/tagged/weber) and i'll say it again.

there's also, i genuinely think, a continued appeal to the colonialist, climatic-racial argument that hotter environments make people more emotional, impulsive, expressive, and yes sexually uninhibited. again even just within europe you can think here about how northern europeans perceive themselves vs how they talk about spain, italy/the mediterranean, etc. i think the us gets broadly lumped in with england here as a former british colony, and then you can see how internally there's absolutely a distinction between how people talk about the us north vs the south, and how the south is contrasted as wilder and, despite the bible belt, sexually more dangerous/improper; obviously this also relates to internal racist and classist dynamics, including the legacy of slavery and its corresponding discourses of blackness/africanness. there's also an east-to-west distinction internally, which i'd argue shows the continued legacy of settler justifications and ideas of western expansion as both manifest destiny and exploration of a wild and untamed terra nullius. the northeast, which is where the puritan influence was historically strongest, is often positioned in these discourses as the 'true' america in the sense of being the cultural centre or source (on an internal centre-periphery model à la basalla) so the puritan influence gets overstated and puritanical/repressed sexual mores are then seen as linked to economic dominance as well as 'proper' behaviour and culture.

and then finally sometimes people are just like, going into these arguments assuming that religious proscriptions on sex can be taken at face value, which is honestly very funny. like for example you will often hear people assert that the us is specifically more 'prudish' about child sexuality than eg italy or france, and they may point to things like us evangelical 'purity rings' or those ceremonies where like, girls pledge their virginities to their fathers. and it is true these things happen. but people making this type of argument tend to forget that also, child marriage is legal in the us. in general a religious command is an interesting phenomenon for a sociological analysis, but not necessarily one that should be taken as uncomplicatedly true, esp where like sexual taboos are concerned lol. it's true that in general, americans are more concerned to preserve certain kinds of modesty than some europeans (like, public changing rooms or spas are a very different affair in the us than in eg iceland or scandinavia, specifically regarding level of comfort with nudity) but it's not really a very serious argument to assume this correlates to a larger phenomenon of general repression or puritanism.

i mean i understand all national identities are constructed and this is just a piece of how that's done, both by americans and by other countries looking at america. but yeah i would say it's not a very insightful analysis of religion or sexuality lol

[chestnutelm122]

Slime tutorials I’d probably be willing to pay for just to have a copy of:

Jessie Mueller:

• Waitress final performance (video, as I already have the audio)

• Waitress (with Charity Angel Dawson and Caitlin Houlahan — this duo too with Sara Bareilles)

• The Minutes

• Guys and Dolls (2022)

• The Music Man

• Carousel (as Julie Jordan)

• Any full P-Town concert videos

Sara Bareilles:

• Waitress (final performance on Broadway, reopening on Broadway, and any West End performances)

• Into The Woods (preferably opening or final performance, but I’d take any dates as long as it’s with the original cast of the revival)

• full ATC tour concert

• full Radio City Music Hall concert

Prima Facie:

• West End (opening/final performance)

• Broadway (opening, and when it gets available: final performance)

• WE or Broadway performance from any of the alternates

Fleabag:

• Any Phoebe Waller-Bridge performance (West End and/or Off-Broadway)

Wicked:

• Kristin Chenoweth’s vicodin show

Not a priority but would be nice to have:

• Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (original West End or OBC)

• Jagged Little Pill

• A Doll’s House (with Jessica Chastain)

• &Juliet (esp ones with Betsy Wolfe)

• SIX (I’ll take any of the OBC but generally looking for Abby Mueller’s final performance)

• The Play That Goes Wrong

• The Vagina Monologues (off-Broadway)

• Funny Girl (with Beanie Feldstein and/or Lea Michele)

• The Music Man (with Sutton Foster and Hugh Jackman)

• The Grey House (with Tatiana Maslany)

• Kimberly Akimbo

• Flower Drum Song (with Lea Salonga)

• God of Carnage

• The Thanksgiving Play (with D’arcy Carden)

• Camelot Revival

• Here Lies Love (with Lea Salonga)

If anyone can point me to the right direction, pleaaaaaaaaaaase do so. I’m accepting gifts ofc but I don’t mind paying a bit for my favorites, especially anything Jessie Mueller, Sara Bareilles, and Jodie Comer.

[goodeevilgirlintentions]

Ce faci?

- Mă gândeam la tine, dar tu?

- Pot spune același lucru. Tocmai îmi apare acum în minte momentul pe care l-am avut acum ceva timp.

- Aş da orice să fi acum aici, să îmi săruți sfârcurile întărite, apoi să mă răsfeți cu săruturi peste tot.

- Ce porți pe tine acum? iubita mea.

- Aceeași rochiță pe care ai sifonat-o mai devreme, iubitul meu.

Râd la acest apelativ folosit de ea, căci din Daddy nu m-a scos până acum, dar îmi plăcea.

- Ridică-ți rochița. Imaginează-ți că sunt acolo și fac asta în locul tău. Masturbează-te pentru mine! Vreau să-ți aud gemetele pe care le ador atât de mult. Îmi spune că a făcut tocmai cum i-am spus, ceea ce mă bucură.

- Desfă-te și tu la pantaloni, daddy!

Imaginează-ți cum mână mea este în jurul tău îți provoacă plăcere. Cum, apoi îmi apropii gura de capul tău roz. Cum, fără rețineri îți ling lungimea. Îşi iau membrul în gură și continui cu mişcările limbii. Tu, mă tragi de păr și îmi spui ce gură fermecată am. Te tachinez și te scot din gura mea, apoi te bag la loc. Ştiu cât de mult te aprinde asta. Continui cu mișcările du-te-vino și ești foarte aproape. iți dai drumul in gura mea păcătoasă. Doar imaginează-ți toate astea, iubitule. Imi imaginez ceea ce spune, și fără să îmi dau seama, fac mişcările din ce in ce mai rapide, dar mă opresc..vreau să ne dăm drumul în acelaşi timp.

- lar tu, iubito, imaginează-ți urmatorul scenariu: eu, un animal flămând, te gust fără ruşine. Încep cu sfârcurile pe care le tachinez minute întregi. Nu mă grăbesc, căci meriți tot timpul din lume. Continui cu săruturile pătimaşe, oprindu-mă pe abdomen. După care, fără rețineri, cobor spre zeița ta. Încep cu săruturi mici, ca să te aprind mai tare decât eşti deja. Te ling, te gust, te sug..iar tu gemi foarte frumos. Mă opresc la centrul plăcerii, clictorisul. Il iau între dinți și îl tachinez. Limba mea se mișcă circular în jurul lui in timp ce două degete intră si ies din tine. Îmi strigi numele cât poți de tare și mă tragi de păr. Te simt udă, moale si excitată sub gura mea. Limba mea continuă cu mișcarile ei păcătoase..măresc mișcările.Te strângi în jurul degetelor mele când îți dai drumul. Ca orice bărbat care-şi iubeşte femeia, îmi duc cele doua degete la gură, doar ca să te simt că ești mereu atât de dulce. lar atunci, îmi dau seama că ești întotdeauna atât de pregătită pentru mine, eşti pregătită să te fut. Imaginează-ti asta, baby girl.

O aud cum geme în urechea mea și îmi dau seama că acum, degetele ei lungi îi provoacă plăcere în lipsa mea. Am nevoie doar de imaginea asta și deja îmi dau drumul. Ființa asta mă omoară. Este perfecă pentru mine!

- Te aștept acasă să mă fuți cât poți tu de bine, daddy!

- lar eu aștept să vin acasă să te fut cât pot de bine!

lar cu astea apelul nostru se încheie ���🖤

[eternal--returned]

Dear Mr. Jewell: To the artist, the working of the critical mind is one of life's mysteries. That is why, we suppose, the artist's complaint that he is misunderstood, especially by the critic, has become a noisy commonplace. It is therefore, an event when the worm turns and the critic of the TIMES quietly yet publicly confesses his 'befuddlement,' that he is 'non-plussed' before our pictures at the Federation Show. We salute this honest, we might say cordial reaction towards our 'obscure' paintings, for in other critical quarters we seem to have created a bedlam of hysteria. And we appreciate the gracious opportunity that is being offered us to present our views. We do not intend to defend our pictures. They make their own defense. We consider them clear statements. Your failure to dismiss or disparage them is prima facie evidence that they carry some communicative power. We refuse to defend them not because we cannot. It is an easy matter to explain to the befuddled that 'The Rape of Persephone' is a poetic expression of the essence of the myth; the representation of the concept of seed and its earth with all its brutal implications; the impact of elemental truth. Would you have us present this abstract concept with all its complicated feelings by means of a boy and girl lightly tripping? It is just as easy to explain 'The Syrian Bull' as a new interpretation of an archaic image, involving unprecedented distortions. Since art is timeless, the significant rendition of a symbol, no matter how archaic, has as full validity today as the archaic symbol had then. Or is the one 3,000 years old truer? But these easy program notes can help only the simple minded. No possible set of notes can explain our paintings. Their explanation must come out of a consummated experience between picture and onlooker. The appreciation of art is a true marriage of minds. And in art, as in marriage, lack of consummation is ground for annulment. The point at issue, it seems to us, is not an 'explanation' of the paintings but whether the intrinsic ideas carried within the frames of these pictures have significance. We feel that our pictures demonstrate our aesthetics beliefs, some of which we, therefore, list:

1. To us art is an adventure into an unknown world, which can be explored only by those willing to take the risks.

2. This world of the imagination is fancy-free and violently opposed in common sense.

3. It is our function as artists to make the spectator see the world our way—not his may.

4. We favor the simple expression of the complex thought. We are for the large shape because it has the impact of the unequieocal. We wish to reassert the picture plane. We are for flat forms because they destroy illusion and reveal truth.

5. It is a widely accepted notion among painters that it does not matter what one paints as long as it is well painted. This is the essence of academicism. There is no such thing as good painting about nothing. We assert that the subject is crucial and only that subject matter is valid which is tragic and timeless. That is why we profess spiritual kinship with primitive and archaic art.

Consequently if our work embodies these beliefs, it must insult anyone who is spiritually attuned to interior decoration; pictures for the home' pictures for over the mantel; pictures of the American scene; social pictures; purity in art: prize-winning potboilers; the National Academy: The Whitney Academy; the Corn Belt Academy, buckeyes; trite tripe; etc.

Sincerely yours, Adolph Gottlieb Marcus Rothko 130 Estate Street Brooklyn, Near York

Mark Rothko ֍ Letter to Edward Jewel (1943)