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Best Google Translate App For Apple Watch

Apple released iOS 14 with the addition of the new Translate app, which aims to deliver translations from one language to another. The features of the Translate software are useful when attempting to communicate with someone who speaks a different language or when learning a new language.

The Translate program has an easy-to-use interface that gives users the option to translate text by typing it in (or pasting it from a clipboard), speaking it out after selecting the microphone button, or selecting the languages to translate to and from at the top.

Every Apple Watch has different features and capabilities, and there is a thriving market for third-party apps that make your step-tracking more helpful. Apps that enable you to function in daily life without always reaching for your phone in your pocket, such as those that enable you to complete tasks, use Google translate apple watch, acquire information, and so forth.

It can also help you get past language barriers when you go to other countries, communicate with non-native speakers on the job, or form personal relationships with them.

A game-changer for anyone who travels or speaks various languages is the Google translate Apple Watch app. Simply raise your hand, state your request, and the corresponding phrase will be heard in a different language. You must first install a translation tool on your smart watch in order to get over language barriers.

A large number of people experience numbness each year. The translation apps for the Apple Watch can be quite useful for someone who travels or speaks multiple languages. All you have to do to effectively communicate is raise your hand, say what needs to be spoken, and you will hear it repeated in a different language.

Forget chasing Wi-Fi or miming your way through travels to activate Google Translator. Your trusted translator may be your Apple Watch, which is always on and available anywhere in the world. Many people travel to distant countries with little or no knowledge of the local language. The ability to carry translation apps on your wrist with the Apple Watch is one of the most practical things ever.

Let's now evaluate the best translation software currently offered in the Apple Watch Store.

iTranslate Converse

With the help of this Apple Watch app, you can carry around your own personal, two-way translator. The software will read your statement out to the person you are speaking to when you press the button and begin speaking, whether that person is a police officer, a waiter, or a flight attendant.

iTranslate Translator

iTranslate is an iOS app that translates languages and includes a dictionary (synonyms alternative meanings). In other words, the user may benefit from the software twice. It can faithfully translate any word you say in your native dialect. Like any reliable internet translation service, the software covers over 100 languages, including all of the languages spoken in the United States, Europe, India, and other Asian countries.

Microsoft Translator

You should always keep the Microsoft Translator app open on your Apple Watch Series 5 or prior watches. It is one of the most trustworthy translation program available and provides accurate results. If you have a cellular connection, you can always have a travel guide with you without the need for additional technology. By adding Microsoft Translator to your Apple Watch's home screen, you can easily access its features and get back to enjoying your journey.

Consider visiting our website to learn more about Google Translate Apple Watch.

[vampdes]

( cw. quick drabble, makeout sesh. könig & reader. grinding / dry humping. + google translate german used. )

“mmh! schatz, wai—”, könig and you had a mission no less than four hours from now. both of you knew that, if the two of you were caught by price, again, only god knows how he’d reprimand the two of you this time. [t. sweetheart.]

but könig’s lips were so distracting. they were full, his upper lip being a soft pink and his lower lip being rose pink, with a scar on the left side. if he didn’t want makeout sessions all the time, why would he put on a show just for you?

“jus’—fuck, hands on my hips, babe.” you said between kisses, placing his gloved hands on your hips before going back to gripping his hair and grinding against his cargo pants.

“too—engel, engel–gott, ich werde— zu viel!” he cried, squeezing his legs shut after you had pulled his swollen lips away from yours. [t. angel, angel–god, i’m gonna—too much!]

you grinned, wiping away the stray tears from his tear-stained cheeks, “we have . . a little longer, yeah?”.

“liebe, trainin’—hah, ah!”. you pressed your hand against his mouth, you motioned for him to be quiet as you unbuckled his belt. könig bit his lower lip, nodding slightly as he watched you place his belt on top of the duffel bag. “we—training, though, the mi–oh, god–the mission!” you situated yourself on top of his lap before tilting your head. [t. love.]

“we have time. three hours and some minutes, [we] won’t be late like last time, swear.” you mumbled, pressing kisses against his jaw whilst slowly grinding against the crotch of his black briefs. könig nodded slowly, his mind becoming clouded by his urges, “we—yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, agreeing, his hands going underneath your shirt and situating on your waist.

you pressed soft kisses against his adam’s apple to which he tipped his head back with a soft groan. “yes—we definitely . . hah, we definitely have more time.” könig whispered, licking his lips before smiling and gently pressing his lips against yours.

[maxillness]

FU In My Head || MV33 x Perez!twin!Reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap, Google translated Spanish, yearning, oral (m)

Wordcount: 1.4k

He knew it was wrong. He knew he had to stop, but god did it feel so good

Imagining her body while her jerks off, was the worst sin he’s done to date

Imagining it was her hands on his cock on his own

Imagining her mouth on his cock as he comes

Imagine getting fucked by her as he laid in his bed, coming down from his orgasm

It didn’t help she showed up at the garage or motorhome, he couldn’t exactly tell her to leave, he couldn’t actually tell her anything, as he would stutter rapidly every time he caught her scent in his nose

“Good job, Max” She said, coming up behind him, touching his waist softly, making him turn his head towards her

“Thank you” Even just the two words he couldn’t get out, stuttering too much

“You seen my brother?” She leaned her head closer to his ear, the talk of engineers and mechanics filling the motorhome

“He’s in his drivers room” Surprisingly he could get his words out in an understandable voice

“Thank you” She let go of his waist, walking towards Checo’s drivers room

“¿Alguna vez vas a hacer un movimiento?” Are you ever going to make a move?. She slid down the wall of the drivers room as Checo spoke to her in that loving brother tone

“No pienso” I don’t think so. She said taking a sip of the water bottle he had given her

“¿Por qué no? Obviamente le gustas” Why not? He obviously likes you. He sat down on the couch opposite to her, leaning back

“Lo sé, pero quiero ver cuánto tiempo le toma a él mismo hacer el movimiento” I know, but I want to see how long it takes for him to make the move himself. She sighed, putting her head against the wall

“Eso nunca va a pasar y lo sabes” That’s never going to happen, and you know it. He said, chuckling, almost laughing

“Si quiere meteres en mis pantalones, tiene que decirlo él mismo” If he wants to get in my pants, he has to say it himself. She said smiling, sliding her legs up to her chest

“Eres algo tuya” You’re something of yours. She didn’t listen to his comment when she heard small whines from the other side of the door

She knitted her eyebrows together as she listen “Please. Fuck, yes” Followed by a small moan

“¿Qué?” What?. He asked, seeing at her confused eyes

“Nada” Nothing. She looked back up at him, picking another subject to talk about than the previous

She tried focusing on the conversation with her brother, but she could still hear into the room behind her

“Please, fuck. Yes, just like that. Y/N…” The moan that came from his lips indicated he came with her name rolling off his tongue

“¿Quieres que te lleve de regreso al hotel?” Do you want me to take you back to the hotel?. He asked standing up from the couch

“No gracias, primero necesito hacer algo” No thank you, I need to do something first. She said, standing up as well, groaning slightly at the pain in her lower back

She waited until Checo had left before she knocked on Max’ door to his drivers room

He opened the door, his face turning all shades of pink as he saw her standing there with a slight smirk on her lips

“Can I come in?” She asked, thickening her accent purposely, watching the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he sank

“S-sure” He said, opening the door wider for her to enter

“Did you have a good wank?” She asked, sitting on the small table in the room, watching the way the blush turned deeper

“Did you hear that?” He asked, almost impossible to hear his words

“All of it, darling” She smiled, crossing her ankles, pushing her chest out, looking at him with eyes filled with filth

“All of it?” His eyes looked into his shoes, hands into his pockets of his jeans

“Get over here, amar” She said, spreading her legs, giving him space to stand in between them

She slowly walked over to her, never once looking up at her. She hooked her finger under his chin, forcing him to look up at her

“If you wanna get in my pants, tell me” His hands was placed on either sides of her thighs, too close for him to think straight

“What?” His words were stuck in his throat, hurting to get out

“Tell me. Tell what you’re thinking about when you’re alone” Her hands was placed on his waist, pulling him closer, lips almost making contact

“I won’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what you need” She said when he didn’t speak

She leaned in, lips so close of any of them spoke, their lips would graze each other

“Please… I want you so bad. Thinking about you every time I’m alone” He almost let out a whimper when their lips touched

“Good boy” She leaned in, their lips colliding.

He kissed back immediately. Her hands went to his jaw, pulling him into a rougher kiss, his own hands coming to rest on her waist

She forced his lips apart with her tongue, making him gasp slightly. He whimpered at the feeling of her tongue against the walls of his cheeks

Her hands traveled from his jaw, down his torso and landed under his shirt, making him shiver at her cold fingers

They only parted when she pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it at the ground

She went back to kissing him, but this time at his neck, drawing on low moans from him

“I-i can’t keep- Shit… Quiet” He let out a quite louder moan when she started sucking at his skin softly, making him cover his mouth with his hand

“You fucking better” She got off the table, grabbing his wrist, taking his hand away from his mouth “I don’t know how many people are left” She smiled, guiding him back towards the couch

“Sit” She forced him down on the couch, drawing out a huff from him “Buen chico” Good boy. She said, going down on her knees in front of him

He held his breath as she unbuckled his belt, looking up at him through hooded eyes, pure lust in her eyes

He lifted his hips so she could pull down his jeans, his boxers as well, helping him step out of them, throwing them with his shirt

“Tan bonito” So pretty. She said, kissing his inner thighs, making him spread his legs apart, giving her access to scoot in between them

“Please” He pleaded as she grabbed his hips, pulled him closer to the edge, her face just in front his rock hard cock

“Patience, chico” He whined, but it was soon replaced with a moan when she softly licked the tip of his cock “Quiet” She said, voice stern

“Jus’ feels so good” He grabbed the edge of the couch, knuckles turning white from the force as she drove back to lick softly at him

Her nails was digging hardly into his skin, surly making marks for him to see tomorrow, for him to feel tomorrow

He tried keeping his hips still, but he felt the need to buck them once her tongue started swirling around his tip

“Please… Stop teasing” His eyes was shut closed, mouth hanging silently open, head thrown into the back of the couch

She gave in, hollowing her cheeks, taking all of him in, making him hit the back of her throat, gaging around him

He shivered at the vibrations, feeling the pleasure in all of his body. The moan he tried to hold in, came out as a whimper instead

“Please… Feels s’ good” His thighs shook, almost trapping her body between them

She sped up, holding her hair away from her face with one of her hands, the other still roughly around his hip

“Fuck, please… Y/N, please” His words were breathless as he started twitching in her mouth

“‘M close” He managed to keep his sounds at bay, only letting out small whines

Her tongue dragged up his vain as she went up, which pulled him over the edge, whole body shaking as he shot his cum down her throat, barely able to contain his moans

She helped him down from his orgasm before popping off him, swallowing his cum and standing up

“Are you okay, cariño?” She asked, kissing his forehead, the sweat covering her lips

“Mhm. Fine” He opened his eyes, taking her hands and kissing the back of them “Thank you”

“Anytime, bebé” She smiled, helping him getting his clothes back on

[jude-duarte-wannabe]

Hi hi!! This is a large order if you are up for it!

- Carrot cake, apple tart, & a chocolate chip cookie

- Coconut milk, and a (light/tipsy) Irish coffee

Could you get either Carlos or Alex (F1) to serve it please!

we can't be friends

order up!

hi lovely <3 thanks for the request, i do love a good friends to lovers story, your chosen prompts will be bolded.

pairing; carlos sainz jr x female reader

blurb; one too many drinks down the hatch and you decide to shoot your shot with your best friend who you've wanted for far too long.

warnings; dirty talking, drunk sex, choking, google translated spanish, soft sex turned rough, spitting, drunk makeout session, doggy style, hair pulling and creampie. [let me know if i missed anything!]

irish coffee; drunk sex coconut milk; friends to lovers carrot cake; "dirty girl" chocolate chip cookie; "did you just call me pretty boy" apple tart; "what do you mean you want me to choke you"

word count; 4.4k

currently playing; just friends by why don't we "i got tunnel vision, think it's time that i confessed, if i could just get my arms around you, baby, don't you say that we're just friends, when you know we could be lovers instead wanna give you a night you'll never forget"

“i never knew i could want you like this” carlos’s breath was hot against your neck as he nipped at the sensitive skin behind your ear.

you'd know carlos practically your whole life having grown up together since your families were super close, you'd watched eachother go through relationship after relationship each one a bigger disappointment than the last.

somewhere along the way you'd seen a different side of carlos when your date canceled and so you asked carlos to dinner instead, you saw him in a new light that night.

ever since there you'd had a thing for him, you'd craved his touch and yearned for him in a way that no one should ever yearn for their best friend.

you could feel your heart racing as carlos's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, you tangled your fingers in his dark curls, pulling him closer.

"carlos," you breathed, barely able to any form coherent thoughts amongst the fog swirling in your brain. "we shouldn't..."

he pulled back slightly, his brown eyes searching yours. "do you want me to stop?"

you knew you should say yes after all this could ruin everything - your friendship, your families' relationship, but looking into his eyes, feeling the heat of his body pressed against yours, you couldn't bring yourself to push him away.

"no," you whispered. "don't stop."

a slow smile spread across his face as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, all those years of pent-up longing and desire poured out as you kissed him back with equal fervor.

his hands roamed your body, gripped at your waist, pulling you closer by the second “do you really want to do this here” you giggled.

"maybe not" carlos murmured, his lips trailing down to your collarbone. "but i don't think i can wait much longer."

you shivered at his touch, your fingers tangling in his dark curls, the storage closet of the upbeat club you'd started your night in was cramped and dimly lit, the scent of cleaning supplies mingling with carlos's addictive cologne.

you knew that anyone including another driver or one of their girlfriends could walk in at any moment, but the thrill of possibly being caught in such a compromising position only heightened your desire.

"we shouldn't," you whispered halfheartedly, even as your body arched against his, desperate for his touch.

carlos's hand slid under your shirt, his fingertips tracing patterns on your bare skin. "tell me to stop," he challenged, his voice husky.

instead of responding, to him you captured his lips in a searing kiss, all thoughts of propriety flew from your mind as carlos pressed you against the shelves, his body hot and hard against yours.

“i don’t ever want you to stop but surely we can take this somewhere more private” you asked, holding up the key card to your hotel room “my hotel’s not far.. lets get out of this fucking club”

carlos's eyes darkened with desire as he saw the key card. "lead the way," he growled, reluctantly stepping back to let you open the door.

you peered out into the hallway, making sure the coast was clear before slipping out of the closet. carlos followed close behind, his hand resting possessively on the small of your back as you weaved through the crowded club.

the pulsing music and flashing lights seemed to fade into the background, your senses hyper-focused on carlos's touch and the electricity crackling between you.

as soon as you stepped outside, carlos hailed a taxi with impressive speed. the cool night air did little to temper the heat building between you.

in the backseat, carlos pulled you close so that you were practically straddling him, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss that left you breathless.

"how much farther?" he murmured against your neck.

"no clue, lets just enjoy this chico bonito"

carlos chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin, his hands roamed down your back, pulling you even closer.

"did you just call me pretty boy" he asked in an amused tone, pulling your hips tighter against his own.

"why... do you like it" you asked, breath hot against his ear, fingers tugging at his hair ends.

"mmh, i like the sound of it" he purred, nipping gently at your earlobe, the taxi hit a bump, jostling you both.

you giggled, steadying yourself with hands on his broad shoulders, outside the window, streetlights blurred past in the darkness, the taxi driver seemed oblivious to your passionate embrace in the backseat.

carlos's fingers tangled in your hair as he guided your lips back to his, your kiss deepening, tongues dancing, as heat built between your bodies, you shifted your hips, grinding on carlo's lap which elicited a low groan from him.

"dios mío," he breathed. "you're driving me crazy, mi amor."

you smiled wickedly, trailing kisses along his jaw. "you should call me that more often" you suggested, hands beginning to trail down his chest, pulling him even closer by the fabric of his shirt.

carlos chuckled, his breath hot against your ear. "mi amor," he whispered, voice husky with desire. "mi vida, mi corazón." his hands roamed your back, fingers tracing patterns that sent shivers zapping up ans down your spine.

you nipped at his earlobe, reveling in the way his body tensed beneath you. "keep talking," you murmured and he obliged, a stream of spanish endearments falling from his lips as your fingers snuck beneath the fabric of his button down, seeking out his warm skin.

"easy..." carlos hissed, gripping your wrist in between his fingers "let's not undress in front of the taxi driver now" he chuckled, the sound of it almost made you moan.

you reluctantly withdrew your hands, fingers grazing along his skin with a featherlight touch, but you couldn't however resist pressing a heated kisses to skin of his neck.

carlos groaned softly, his fingers gripping waist, the taxi lurched to a stop and the driver banged on the partition window, carlos reached for his wallet, lifting his hips which caused his crotch to press against your core as he retrieved it from his back pocket.

he practically threw some bills at the driver before pulling you out of the taxi and onto the sidewalk, the cool night air did little to calm the fire burning beneath your skin or the deep rooted desire you felt for your best friend.

you managed to remain composed making your way through the lobby and into the elevator, where carlos nipped and nibbled at the skin of neck.

carlos tugged you close, his lips finding yours in a desperate kiss as you fumbled with the hotel key card, you pushed him against the door, drinking in his gasps and sighs like they were a drug that you needed to survive.

"dios mío," he breathed as the lock finally clicked open, the two of you tumbled inside, hands roaming and clothes flying, landing in different corners of the room to be forgotten, carlos lifted you easily, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bed

he laid you down, dark eyes roving over your form and with a burning desire simmering beneath his skin, his hand skimmed up your body, roaming over your soft form with featherlight touches.

your breath hitched as his fingers danced across your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake, carlos leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck, hot and insistent as you arched against him, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"hermosa," he murmured against your skin, his voice low and husky with need, his hand tangled in your hair, tugging gently to expose more of your neck to his hungry mouth.

you ran your fingers down his back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your touch as carlos's lips found yours in a searing kiss, tongues tangling as passion consumed you both.

your bodies pressed together, skin on skin, the heat between you building, he pulled back slightly, dark eyes meeting yours, filled with a mix of desire and something deeper, more tender.

"how could i never see you... right in front of me too" carlos mumbled, thumb running over your cheek gently "what do you mean" you questioned.

carlos let out a soft chuckle, his breath warm against your skin. "all this time, i thought we were just friends, but now..." his voice trailed off as he leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours.

your heart raced, pulse pounding in your ears as you gazed into his soft soulful brown eyes, eyes that you loved so dearly "now what?" you whispered, barely able to form the words.

his hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. "now i see you, really see you and i can't believe i was so blind before."

you closed your eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. "carlos, i-"

but before you could finish, his lips were on yours, soft yet urgent, the kiss deepened, years of unspoken longing pouring out between you. when you finally broke apart, breathless.

carlos cupped your face in his hands, fingers tracing down to your jaw. "i mean, we've been friends for so long and i-" he trailed off, unsure of if he should say what was on his mind.

your heart raced at his words, hardly daring to believe that he could possibly be about to confess that he loved you like you loved him. "carlos... mi sol, what are you thinking?" you whispered.

carlos's dark eyes met yours, filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty as he took a shaky breath, his hands still cradling your face with a gentleness only he had ever shown you.

"i... i don't know how to say this without risking everything we have," he murmured, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.

you leaned into his touch, your own hands coming up to rest on his wrists. "you can tell me anything, carlito, you know that."

he nodded, swallowing hard. "the thing is, i... i think i'm in love with you, no, i know i am and i have been for a long time and i can't keep pretending that i don't feel this way anymore."

your breath caught in your throat, joy blooming in your chest as you shivered at his confession, you'd harbored secret feelings for carlos for years, never imagining he might reciprocate.

"carlito" you breathed, a smile spreading across your face. "i love you too, i've been waiting to hear say you loved me for years... your everything to me.. mi alma, mi amado... mi vida"

carlos listened to the words spilling from your lips intently, his heart practically leaping into his throat, he had to be hearing things, this had to be some kind of dream.

hearing you say that you'd longed after him for years.. his childhood best friend.. in love with him for years and he had never noticed.. how stupid could he be.

for a good few seconds, carlos was speechless and unsure of what to say, his mind still trying to catch up and comprehend what he had just heard, his hands that cupped your cheeks pulled your face closer.

"mi vida" he mumbled "your life" the way he'd worded himself sounded like a question and while you weren't sure, you still answered.

"mi vida.. my life, i live for you carlito" you confirmed, carlos’s heart raced, he had a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him, he had spent years not seeing what was right in front of him, and now it felt like everything had shifted in an instant.

his eyes searched your own, wanting to find the truth, the depth of what you were saying. “you... you really mean that?” his voice was barely above a whisper, as if he was afraid to shatter the moment that had been created between you both.

“i do” you replied “i’ve tried to hide it but it’s always been you, carlito. always.”

carlos took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as all of the memories flooded back—every shared secret, every late-night laugh, and every moment that you'd ever shared together, how could he have been so blind.

with a gentle pull, he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours. “i’ve been so stupid,” he admitted, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “i should have known., i’ve felt it too, you know, i just didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

you felt a warmth bloom in your chest at his confession, in that moment, everything around you faded—the distant sounds of the city, the buzzing of life outside, even the weight of uncertainty.

all that mattered was him, and the soft intensity of his soulful brown eyes drawing you in.

“carlos,” you murmured, your heart thudding against your ribs, no answer came from him and soon a silence stretched between you, heavy with anticipation.

slowly, almost hesitantly, carlos closed the distance between you both, his lips brushing against yours, it was a tentative kiss at first, much unlike your previous ones, a gentle exploration of what had long been buried beneath years of friendship.

he soon deepened the kiss and you felt yourself dissolve into the warmth of his embrace, your hands wound their way into his hair tugging on the locks softly as he slipped his tongue past your parted lips with eagerness.

a soft moan escaped you as his tongue explored your mouth, sending shivers zapping up your spine as his hands roamed your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

you pressed yourself closer, craving more of carlos's intoxicating touch, the world around you seemed to fade away until all that existed was the two of you, lost in the moment.

his lips left yours to blaze a path along your jaw and neck, you tilted your head, offering better access as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin.

your breath came in short gasps, and desire coursed through your veins.

"we should stop," you whispered half-heartedly, as your body arched into his, carlos pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as they met yours. "do you really want to?" he asked, his voice husky.

"don't you dare stop" you whimpered, desire taking over any rational thought left in your mind as you stuck out your tongue, asking him with eyes for something you'd never let anyone else ever do.

carlos understood what you wanted, fingers gripping your face "dirty girl" he murmured but the smirk currently decorating his handsome features told you he loved it as he spat into your mouth and you then swallowed with eagerness.

a shiver ran through your body as you savored the taste, your eyes locked onto carlos's intense gaze as his grip on your face tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting over your ear.

"you want more, don't you?" he whispered, his voice low and husky, you nodded frantically, beyond words at this point.

carlos chuckled darkly, trailing his free hand down your neck and across your collarbone. "such a greedy little thing, i wonder just how far you'll let me go?"

you gasped, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through you at the thought that appeared in your mind, this was uncharted territory for you but there was no one you trusted more than carlos and no one you wanted to explore this idea with more than him.

"further than you might think.." you murmured, bringing his large hand up and laying it against your throat "i want you to choke me" you asked and he stilled, not moving an inch.

"what do you mean you want me to choke you" carlos asked in a flabbergasted tone, surprised that you would ask such a thing but not at all against it.

you smiled softly, a mixture of shyness and desire flickering across your face. "i mean exactly what i said," you whispered, pressing his hand more firmly against your neck. "i trust you, carlito, i want to feel how strong you are"

carlos hesitated, his dark eyes searching yours, you could see the conflict within him - the desire to please you warring with his innate protectiveness over you, one that had been present your whole lives.

"i don't want to hurt you," he said softly, his thumb caressing your jawline.

"you won't" you assured him, your pulse quickening beneath his touch. "i'll tell you if it's too much, please, i need this, i need you mi vida" you begged, your tone was almost pitiful.

something in your voice must have convinced him because you saw the moment his resolve crumbled and his grip tightened ever so slightly, a thrill running through your body. "if you're sure," he murmured.

carlos's fingers flexed experimentally against your throat, his touch both gentle and firm at the same time, you felt your breath catch, a delicious tension coiling in your belly.

"like this?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

you nodded, unable to speak as the pressure increased bit by bit, each time more pleasurable than the last, your eyes fluttered closed, savoring the heady mix of vulnerability and arousal.

carlos's free hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing your parted lips.

"open your eyes," he commanded softly. "i need to see you." his voice was almost a whimper, a sound which would drive you crazy by the end of the night if kept hearing it and so you obeyed, meeting his intense gaze.

the raw desire you saw there made you shiver as carlos leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

"tell me if it's too much," he whispered before capturing your lips in a searing kiss, one that if his hand was not currently wrapped around your throat would have left you completely breathless.

your leg hooked around his waist, pulling his crotch tighter against yours in the mix of your passionate embrace.

carlos groaned against your mouth, his hips grinding against yours in response, the friction sent sparks of pleasure coursing through your body.

his hand at your throat tightened ever so slightly, the pressure intoxicating, you broke the kiss, gasping for air. "more," you pleaded, your voice husky with desire.

his dark eyes blazed as he looked at you, pupils blown wide with lust and then without warning, he spun you around so you rested on all fours, his crotch pressing against ass as he tugged on your hair to whisper against your ear.

"is this what you want?" he growled, his hand sliding down your side to grip your hip possessively to which you could only whimper in response, overcome by the sensations he was awakening in you.

"answer me," he demanded, his voice rough with desire, his fingers dug into your flesh, sure to leave marks and while you didn't know in the moment, he would kiss them better later, angry at himself for having hurt you.

you gasped, struggling to form words as heat pooled in your core. "y-yes," you finally managed to stammer. "please carlito.."

carlos chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "such a needy little thing," he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck.

his free hand snaked around to caress your stomach, inching lower with agonizing slowness.

you arched into his touch, desperate for more and he responded by grinding against you, his hardness evident through the layers of clothing still separating you.

a moan escaped your lips as carlos nipped at your earlobe. "i'm going to make you scream my name," he promised, his fingers finally reaching their destination.

your breathing hitched as carlos's skilled fingers teased you, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, you clutched at the bed sheets beneath you, arms and legs becoming unstable.

"please," you whimpered, beyond caring how needy you sounded.

carlos chuckled darkly, his lips trailing down your neck. "so impatient," he murmured against your flushed skin, he pulled back slightly, his intense gaze meeting yours over your shoulder as his fingers continued their torturous ministrations.

you squirmed beneath him, desperate for more friction. "tell me what you want," carlos commanded, his voice husky with desire.

"you," you gasped. "i want you. all of you." a wicked grin spread across his face. "as you wish”

carlos's fingers finally relented, drawing a frustrated whine from your lips but your disappointment was short-lived as you felt him shift behind you, his muscular body pressing against yours.

his lips found your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he whispered "are you ready for me, mi amor?"

you nodded frantically, words failing you as anticipation coiled tightly in your core, with agonizing slowness, carlos moved aside the thin soaked fabric of your panties and began to enter you, stretching and filling you exquisitely.

you moaned, low and needy, as he bottomed out, your bodies flush against each other.

"so perfect," carlos groaned, his hips beginning a steady rhythm that had you seeing stars, the only sounds that could be heard within the walls of your hotel room being; the shared moans and gasps that escaped you both, the clapping of his hips against your ass as he pounded into like a rabbit experiencing his first heat and the sticky sound of your arousal.

you pushed back against him, matching his movements and chasing your pleasure.

carlos gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your flesh as he increased his pace, the headboard banging rhythmically against the wall, only adding to the symphony of passion.

you buried your face in the pillow, muffling your cries of ecstasy as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

"god, you feel amazing," carlos panted, his voice husky with desire, he leaned forward, pressing his chest against your back and nipped at your earlobe "fucking made for mi vida"

the change in angle sent sparks of electricity through your body and you shuddered beneath him.

your fingers clutched desperately at the sheets, your knuckles began to turn white as you gripped tighter, a moan escaped your lips, the sound muffled by the pillow beneath you.

carlos's hot breath ghosted across your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "that's it, mi amor," he growled, his hips snapping forward with increased fervor. "let me hear you."

you turned your head, gasping for air as the pleasure built within you, carlos's hand slid down your side, fingers digging into your hip as he pulled you back against him.

the room filled with the sounds of skin on skin, heavy breathing, and desperate whimpers.

"carlos," you breathed, your voice wavering with each thrust. "i'm close... so close..."

he groaned in response, his movements becoming more erratic. "come for me, cariño," he commanded, his lips brushing against your shoulder.

your body tensed as waves of pleasure washed over you, carlos's name escaping your lips in a breathless moan, he held you tightly as you shuddered against him, climax hitting your harder than it ever had before.

you collapsed against the bed, carlos's hips still smacking against your own as he chased the release he so desired.

carlos's pace became more erratic, his breathing ragged as he neared his own peak, fingers digging into your hips, holding you steady as he thrust deeper.

you whimpered softly, oversensitive but reveling in his passion, you clenched around him and carlos's release soon followed, painting your inner walls white with his cum, as a guttural groan escaped him.

carlos had finally found his release, his body tensing as he pulsed inside you, he collapsed beside you, both of you panting heavily.

as your breathing slowed, carlos pulled you close, nuzzling into your neck, his lips brushing agaisnt your skin as he murmured words of affection.

you smiled, feeling sated and cherished in his arms, your fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest as you basked in the afterglow of you lovemaking together.

as your breathing slowly returned to normal, carlos peppered soft kisses along your neck and collarbone. "te amo," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

you turned to face him, drinking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and tousled hair.

"i love you too," you whispered back, tracing your fingers along his jawline, carlos pulled you closer, nuzzling into your hair, the gentle rise and fall of his chest lulled you into a peaceful contentment.

"that was fucking incredible" you breathed and carlos chuckled softly, the vibrations rumbling through his chest. "you're incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

a pleasant shiver ran down your spine as you nestled closer, relishing the warmth of his body against yours, your fingers lazily traced patterns on his skin, mapping the contours of his muscles beneath.

"i never want this moment to end," you sighed, your eyes fluttering closed, carlos's hand found yours, intertwining your fingers. "then let's make it last," he said, his voice low and husky.

he tilted your chin up, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss that made your toes curl, as you melted into the kiss, the world around you faded away, there was only carlos, his touch, his scent, the taste of his lips.

“it’s official you know” you giggled lightly when the kiss finally broke

"what's official?" carlos asked, his eyes dancing with amusement as he gazed at you.

you propped yourself up on one elbow, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. "that we can’t be friends anymore because you've ruined me for anyone else, no one could ever compare to you carlito."

carlos's expression softened, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "good," he said, his thumb gently caressing your skin. "because i don't plan on letting you go, ever."

your heart swelled with emotion and you leaned in to press a tender kiss to his lips, as you pulled back, carlos's eyes roamed your face, drinking in every detail as if committing it to memory.

“you've changed everything" carlos whispered, his voice filled with wonder. "i never knew i could feel this way."

you felt a warmth bloom in your chest at his words. "me neither," you admitted softly “my feelings for you were always the same until i saw you in different light”

you giggled at the thought “look at us, two childhood friends.. falling in love” carlos pulled you closer as his arm tightened around you, pulling you flush against him.

the heat of his skin against yours sent a delicious tingle through your body, you could feel his heart beating steadily beneath your palm, a soothing rhythm that matched your own and hopefully it would continue to match yours forever.

[barefoot-joker]

Two Lonely Hearts  Yandere!Miguel O’Hara X Reader

Hey, guys! I hope you all are doing well. This is my first time writing for Spider Man and for Miguel O’Hara. I just think he’s neat. The Spanish I did Google Translate so please let me know if it’s wrong so I can fix it! I hope you guys all enjoy and have a great day/ night!

Words: 2010

Warnings: Implied suicidal thoughts, anxiety, depression, yandere tendencies, kidnapping, talk of forced mothership

BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

I sighed and groggily turned off my alarm. Last night I did not get a lot of sleep, even with my sleeping pills. It has been like this a lot lately and it sucks because the night is when my mind wanders the most. I hate that I have to deal with my anxiety and depression even while I try to sleep. It really sucks the life out of you.

Today I was in the mood to not get out of bed. I just wanted to lay there and let the day pass while I wrapped myself up in a blanket cocoon. I indulged myself and lay there for a while when I suddenly felt like I was being watched. I brought the blanket over my head similar to what a child does to try and get rid of the feeling. 

It didn’t go away.

I might as well get up. 

With that, I shrugged the blanket off my body and slumped my way out of bed. My bare feet slid against the wood floor as I was too tired to try and lift them. It’s going to be one of those days. 

I tiredly made my way to my closet and picked out a f/c t-shirt, a pair of basketball shorts, and my undergarments. With those in hand I made my way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I set my clothes down on the toilet seat and when the water was scalding hot, I got in. I liked hot showers. They felt like they got rid of some of the grime my emotions left. After I completed my normal routine, I just stood there and allowed the warm water to run down my body. Let the water take it all away, Y/n. Let it take it all away.

Soon the water turned frigid and I knew this was my cue to get out. While I didn’t like wasting water, it felt nice to just stand there and not have to worry about anything. The shower was like a safe haven for me. I could block out my adult responsibilities and emotions for a while and just concentrate on the water. 

Turning off the spigot, I allowed the cool air to pass by the shower curtain and tingle my skin. It was like my actual wake up call for the day. Sliding the curtain open, I stepped out and grabbed my towel to dry off. The fuzziness of the towel was calming and as soon as I dried off I slowly put on my clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror when I was all done. My eyebags had gotten worse and I looked a bit pale. I could almost compare myself to that of a zombie with how tired and dead I looked. 

I sighed and rubbed my eyes, seeing if that would take the dreadful image away. Of course it didn’t, so I left the bathroom in search of breakfast. I hadn’t gone grocery shopping in a long time. Being around people lately was scary to me. It felt like their eyes were always on me and judging my every move. Looking in my fridge I knew I would have to conquer my fear and go out today to get some food. Especially since the only things I had in my fridge were apples, two slices of bread and some jelly. Jelly sandwich with some apple slices it is.

I took out my ingredients and set them on the countertop. I turned to my cutlery drawer and took out a butter knife. Looking at the blade, I regretted taking it out. My hands started to twitch as I gazed at it, ashamed of my thoughts going through. Breathe, Y/n. Breathe. In. And out. In. And out.

I followed along to my breathing technique and placed the jelly on one slice of bread. As soon as this was done, I disposed of the knife in the sink as fast as I could. My thoughts still lingered on the blade, but now that it was out of my hands I felt a bit better. Turning back to my breakfast, I placed the top piece of bread on to complete my sandwich. I also decided not to slice up my apple. I took my breakfast to the couch and began to eat, the silence in the apartment was deafening. I took my time since I wasn’t in a hurry to go outside and be an adult quite yet, not that I liked being in my apartment either. I was hoping to be in a place that was away from the world, my own little dimension. It would be so lovely.

I finished up my breakfast after a while and then wrote out my to do list. After this was done I put on some sneakers, grabbed my bag, and headed out. The walk from the fifth floor down wasn’t a bad one fortunately, so soon I was out on the street. The surge of people out and about made me want to crumble, but I forced myself to trudge on. Once again it felt like I was being watched, but I assume it’s all the people around me. Things can get like that sometimes. 

It only took me a few minutes to get to the grocery store, which is nice that it’s not too far from my abode. I grabbed a basket from the front entryway and began my journey. I had only gotten a few items in when I saw a child looking scared on the side. She had tears in her eyes and I felt bad for her. Even though my anxiety was high, I wanted to see this little girl safe. I walked over and knelt to her height. “Hi there, sweetie. What’s wrong?”

“I-I-I can’t find my M-mommy-y,” she said through sobs.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I said as nicely as possible, “I’ll help you find her.”

“R-really?”

“Uh-huh. Now, do you know what color shirt your mom was wearing?”

“It was r-red, a dark r-red.”

“Okay. C’mon, kiddo.”

I held out my hand for her to take and luckily she did. The two of us walked around the store when the little girl gave out a happy shriek. “Mommy!”

A woman with a dark red shirt and braided hair quickly turned and smiled wide when she realized her child was safe. “Sarah!”

She ran towards us and hugged her daughter tightly. It was honestly a very fulfilling scene. “Oh I was so worried about you!”

“I’m sorry, Mommy. But this nice lady helped me!”

The woman looked up at me and smiled wide. “Thank you so much, dear. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.”

“I understand, Ma’am. It was my pleasure.”

She nodded at me, took her little girl by the hand and walked down the aisle. I sighed happily and continued my shopping trip.

It took me a bit to get everything, but in the end I completed my to-do list. Walking back to my apartment, I thought about the events in the grocery store. I helped out others all the time. Even though I was suffering on the inside, why should somebody else? However, even my kind deeds did not make my sadness go away, no matter how hard I tried. It was pointless. 

After I got back to my house and put everything away, I decided to take a nap. I was tired after all the social interaction. Quietly, I snuck back to my bed and laid down. My eyes closed and it took about twenty minutes before I finally fell asleep.

It felt like a few hours had passed when I finally woke up. I yawned, stretched and got up…or at least attempted to. I was confused when I felt more bed when normally I’d have my feet on the floor by now. Sitting up quickly, my eyes widened. 

I wasn’t in my room.

I was somewhere completely different.

I scooted myself over to the side of the bed and rushed out of the room towards the nearest door. I got out a few feet before I smacked into something muscular. I tilted back and strong firm hands grasped at my arms. “Hey slow down, Y/n,” a voice I didn’t recognize said.

I looked up and gasped. The man standing before me I had seen a couple of times in my city walking around. He was so tall with light brown skin and dark brown hair. He wore a skintight dark blue and bright red jumpsuit and his eyes. God his eyes. The red irises stared down at me and seemed to eat me up. He guided me back into the room I just left and I finally took a long look. It was minimalistic in design. All it had was a king size bed, a wardrobe, a desk, a couch, coffee table, another room off to the side and a balcony. He sat me on the end of the bed before sitting next to me. He grabbed my hands with his and squeezed gently. “Now I know all of this is new to you, but I can assure you you’re safe, Y/n.”

“Where exactly am I? W-who are you?”

“I am Miguel O’Hara, but you can call me Miguel. You do not need to know the exact location, just that you are safe.”

“How did I get here? I mean you kidnapped me-”

“Think of it as relocation, not kidnapping, mi amor. As for how you got here…you were sleeping and I grabbed you. I thought it would be the best time so you wouldn’t panic and stress yourself out.”

“Grabbed me?! That sounds like kidnapping to me! And of course I’d panic, I was taken by a guy I don’t even know!”

“Calm down-”

“No! I won’t! I want to go home!”

“You’re safer here.”

“No! I want to leave! I want to go home, please!”

“But mi querida, you were so unhappy there. I saved you! This way I can protect you!”

“Protect me from what?!” “Yourself!”

There was a deafening silence between us. “M-myself?”

“Yes. While I was watching over you I saw how sad you were over everything. I figured you needed some company and this way I can keep an eye on you. You’ll come to love it here, I assure you. Besides, I feel better knowing you’re here. I will protect you, that I can promise.”

I didn’t know what to say. This man claims he’s been watching me and knows what’s best. I stayed silent. Miguel grasped at my hands a bit tighter and he tried to look into my eyes. I kept them forced on my lap. “Why me?”

“Querida, you have such a kind heart. I’ve seen the things you have done to help those in need. You’ll be a perfect mother.”

“Mother? Mother?! What are you talking about?”

“Yes, madre. I have lost so much and so have you. Why not let our two broken hearts mend together?”

“Because I barely know you!”

I ripped my hands from him and stood up. He followed. “But you will come to know me. I will be the best husband you could ask for.”

“N-no. No! Get away from me, you creep!”

I turned and started to run but Miguel leaped on top of me and restrained me with his arms. “Let go of me! Let go! Please!”

“Shh, mi amor. You’re just tired. I understand. Let me help you.”

I struggled until I felt something pinch my neck. Within minutes my body went limp and numb. Miguel picked me back up and laid me under the covers in the large bed. 

I struggled to blink.  

I struggled to breathe.

“Hush, mi amor. All will be well when you wake up.”

He leaned down and nuzzled my forehead. Just as he was going to pull away he gave my forehead a kiss as well.

My blurry vision then became dark.

[demiromanticmickey]

On today's "I am SO not normal about Dead Friend Forever": Discussing Catholicism and Colonization in this gay Thai slasher series

Some background on me: I am from a Latine Catholic family. Raised as a non-practicing Catholic (we didn't go to church or pray). Then my parents enrolled me in a Catholic school that I attended from 5th grade to the end of 7th grade. Today, I am not Catholic and have never really considered myself as such.

Ok, so in the flashback episodes of DFF, I have been noticing a lot of things. My findings under the cut.

Let's start with this crucifix and photo of the Virgin Mary and a baby Jesus.

Screenshot from ep. 5.

The camera lingers here a bit so we're obviously meant to pay attention to the phrase. I put the screenshot through Google translate's image translator and the translation it gave me was, "Think good, do good, be a good person." I didn't think much of it when I first watched the episode other than it was supposed to establish that the boys attend a Christian or Catholic school.

But then there was this image posted on Be On Cloud's Instagram (also from ep. 5): X

Zooming in, we can see there's another picture of Mary in the background. Watching the classroom scenes, it's easy to miss because the series itself is more washed out than the official photos posted. But this emphasis on Mary led me to believe the school is a Catholic one. So out of curiosity, I looked up the schools the writers and directors attended because I felt I was onto something here. And boy, was I!

Source: MDL

Ma-Deaw, if you didn't know, is one of the directors of Dead Friend Forever (he also directed Manner of Death and Inhuman Kiss , and lots of other things).

One Google search later (X) and I learned "Montfort College" is a Catholic school. It started out as a primary school that later added a secondary school as well.

Now let's take a closer look at some of the details of this school:

First, the school's motto "Labor Conquers All Things". This reminded me of the phone conversation Tee had with his uncle:

On my first watch, this sounded familiar to me but I couldn't really place why. It wasn't until I saw this other Tumblr post (X) that pointed out it's similar to a bible quote from the New Testament. The quote varies a bit depending on which version of the bible you're using but it's along the lines of, "He who does not work, neither shall he eat".

This is meant to discourage "laziness". Nevermind the fact that people deserve to eat simply because we get hungry and need food to survive. The idea that we only "deserve" things based on productivity is an extremely colonial one. — Reminder also that Tee is being forced into this "work" in the first place. He's just a high school kid. I don't need to like his character to understand how fucked up his situation is.

Then there's the patron of the school. St. Louis de Montfort was a French Catholic priest most known for his study in Mariology. What is Mariology (X)? The study of Mary, the mother of Jesus. I didn't know that was a thing but it's unsurprising considering how prominent images of Mary were in my own religious upbringing. And she's what started me down this rabbit hole in the first place. Mary is a big deal to the Catholics. I'm going to be paying even more attention now if more Mary imagery pops up.

The Garden of Eden and Original Sin

Now I want to draw attention to these images:

Screenshots from ep. 7

Here we have Non and Phee biting into an apple as they leisure around this lush green field. We know they've visited this location more than once because they're wearing different outfits in the screenshots. And I think it's important to note that it's Phee holding the apple and offering it to Non.

The use of the word "bait" in the bts of ep. 7 is quite interesting too. (X)

The Garden of Eden was the paradise in which Adam and Eve resided. In this garden, there were many trees to eat from. The one tree Adam and Eve were forbidden by God to eat from was the Tree of Knowledge. A serpent (Satan), first tempted Eve into taking from the tree to eat it's fruit. And then Eve gave the fruit to Adam. That is Original Sin. And because Adam and Eve ate from the Tree of Knowledge, all humans thereafter are born sinful and bad, and can only find salvation through God.

Of course in the scene between Phee and Non, the sin the apple represents is being gay. And it's after this, and after the bracelet scene, that Non becomes involved with Por's film and his tragedy begins.

Zoomed in screenshot from ep. 5

And I wonder if the bracelet scene is the last time Phee and Non visit this forest location. It would parallel how Adam and Eve were cast out of the Garden of Eden once they sinned.

Final Thoughts

You give me a story that criticizes Western religion and how it's used as a tool for oppression and colonization, and I'm gonna eat that shit up. I am gonna eat it up. Every. Single. Time.

I really wasn't expecting anything like this from Dead Friend Forever. This level in attention to detail is unmatched. I don't think I've watched a more well planned out show. And no matter where DFF goes from here, these seven episodes will always hold a special place in my heart. 💗

[cheesy09]

[CN] Kiro's Unbiased Mirroring Mind's Quest (Part 2)

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

[Note: This date was translated with the help of Google Translate]

Note: In order to better engage with this date, please read the main story (Season 1 at least), Clinic Date, and Unconditional Surrender Mind's Quest :>

Read Part 1: HERE

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[PART 4]

MC: I'm home!

MC: Apple Box, you forgot to wipe your feet again! Kiro, help me get the towel, please!

Before Apple Box could run into the house, I grab him and call out into the house.

Kiro: Wait a minute!

After a while, the sound of footsteps begin to grow louder. I lower my head and pick up the scattered fur off of Apple Box and stretch out my hand towards the owner of the footsteps.

MC: Please help me, I can't ever trust Apple Box to wipe his feet... Huh?

I finally find something to be off in my peripheral vision. When I look up, I see Helios' face.

He is dressed in all black and fully armed, as if he is about to go out.

MC: Where are you going...?

Helios: I need to wrap up the BS stuff from the day before yesterday. This'll make it easier to move around.

MC: Oh~ so you're going to be a "bad guy" again.

After that night, I couldn't stop myself from teasing him like this. Sure enough, Helios raises his eyes towards me.

Helios: What sort of "bad guy" would hold a dog and wipe its feet?

Apple Box: Woof!

Apple Box responds as well. Helios holds up its paws and makes an attacking gesture at me.

Helios: If you use that term to tease me again, I will get angry.

MC: Hmph, you can't do anything to me when you're angry. The most outrageous thing that happened was the night before yesterday.

Helios arches his eyebrows a bit after hearing my provocation, as if my retaliation surprised him, and then raises the corners of his mouth.

Helios: Why do I feel... like Miss Chips has gotten a lot more arrogant towards me since that night?

I feel the same way.

After the night, there was indeed a small invisible stone that we both kicked away in tacit agreement.

While there's obviously no change in our dynamic, he seems to be a lot more relaxed than before.

I wipe off Apple Box's last paw and hand him the towel.

MC: Yep, I think a certain someone is satisfied with me as I am now.

MC: Go on~~ Wash the towel before you head out.

Helios: ......

Helios' throat freezes and he narrows his eyes - I have to admit that his current threatening look is indeed a bit more intimidating than Kiro's.

But only a little bit, I internally chastise myself.

We look at each other for about three seconds. Helios obediently takes the towel and goes into the bathroom to clean it.

He rinses out the water and turns around to glare at me.

Helios: I will find a way to "pacify" you.

MC: Yeah, okay~ But before you pacify me, don't forget to kiss me when you go out.

I naturally pucker my lips at him and Helios leans down. Just as our breaths are about to merge, he suddenly steps away.

Helios: ....It's time for the bad guy to go.

A chuckle passes by my ears, and the person in front of me quickly slips out the door. I am left momentarily stunned.

MC: KI! RO!!!

-

Is it possible that that night turned on some strange switch between us?

After Helios leaves, I lay on the sofa and watch TV absentmindedly, replaying the experiences from the past few days in my mind.

It constantly feels like we've gone from accommodating each other to competing with each other.

But this change of dynamic isn't annoying, but more...

MC: ...Tantalizing?

I can't help but cover my face after muttering that word and toss around a couple of times on the sofa.

The cell phone besides me suddenly vibrates twice, and Kiro's text message pops up.

I open the page and find a review link for a private club and a newly opened arcade.

Kiro: Which one do you want to go to?

MC: Are you done?

Kiro: Not yet, I'm currently beating someone up and texting you with one hand.

MC: ?? Kiro, why are you using force to solve things again?

Kiro: Under special circumstances, would you like me to give you a voice call for you to listen to?

Before I can reply, I get his incoming voice call.

MC: ....!

I subconsciously press the connect button and carefully hold the phone away.

??: Boss, what you're doing is completely contrary to our philosophy. Now...

What comes from the receiver isn't a horrifying scream, but an impassioned male voice speaking. I can't help but let out a sigh.

Helios: Did you hear that?

MC: Are you... in a meeting?

Helios' muffled laughter overwhelms the man's voice and reaches my ears.

Helios: Uh-uh. It's been going on for almost two hours.

MC: Then you lied to me about beating someone up!

Helios: I am beating them up.

Helios: Every time I hold a meeting, nothing comes from it except for intrigue, rhetoric and slogans. I beat them all up a hundred times in my mind.

MC: Pfft--

Helios doesn't even lower his voice when he says this. I can clearly hear the choking of a male voice, along with a low laugh coming from the side (A/n: Obviously Hephaestus, HAHA).

??: No one ever takes calls from outsiders at BS meetings. Helios, don't go too far!

Helios: Really? Then I'll be the first.

Helios: Also, the person on the phone is no outsider. Isn't that right, Queen?

Hearing his nervous and cold tone, all I can do is think about how funny and cute he was being, and I'm unable to keep myself from singing along with him.

MC: That's right, how can I be considered an outsider!

Helios: So, how does the "wife" think I should retort to that gentleman just now?

MC: There's nothing to refute. You're the Boss, let him listen to you!

Helios: Okay. [To the others] Queen says she wants you all to listen to me, so shut up.

Helios: [back to MC] Is there something else you wish to convey?

MC: Get off work quickly. A two-hour meeting is already long enough!

Helios: No problem, it'll be over now.

Helios: Don't forget to choose a date location for me.

After hanging up the phone, I carefully look at the two links he sent and send him a reply.

MC: Let's go to the arcade.

-

Even after I arrive at the arcade, my mind is still preoccupied with that phone call from earlier.

The fact is that Kiro rarely ever engages in such provocative high-profile things. He's always had the habit of shouldering responsibility alone first, and then asking me for my opinion.

As long as I show the slightest bit of hesitation or trepidation, he would retreat back to the safest boundary.

And now, when he gives orders to those people without warning, he keeps reminding me of the confession he made while holding my hand on the airship. (Reference to Unconditional Surrender Mind's Quest :>)

The same bravery, the same fearlessness.

I suddenly understand all the love scenes in those third-rate novels and tv shows that I often scorned.

--Turns out that this is really exciting!

I cough and try hard to control my expression so as to not let passers-by notice my mood being on a high.

I feel inexplicably good, and the wait is no longer as boring.

I put in coins and play for a while, but unfortunately I get nothing. So I send a message to Kiro.

MC: I clawed a bunch of air. Waiting for Master Kiro to come and help~

Three minutes later, I send a second message.

MC: This video arcade just opened. There are very few people...

After another five minutes, I sent a third message.

MC: I just took a look at the traffic conditions. Seems like there's a traffic jam. You don't need to worry~

Another ten minutes pass by... Kiro doesn't reply to single message.

Those high-strung emotions begin to ebb, and I become increasingly anxious about waiting. My thoughts involuntarily wander--

Besides the meeting today, did he have anything else to do?

But he was injured before, so he shouldn't be going overboard, he...

I lean against the claw machine. After ten minutes pass after the agreed upon time, unable to hold myself back any longer, I press the call button.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[Memory Silhouette]

In the massive conference hall, the stagnant atmosphere slowly fills the air.

Hephaestus: It's "just" a laboratory for marginal projects, so shut it down and sell it as soon as possible? How generous of you guys.

BS Member: It's not you who invested money and manpower into it. There are many people eyeing this piece of meat, all competing with us.

BS Member: Why not let them have this small profit and use the money to do more profitable business? Wouldn't it be better to support the long-term development of BS?

Hephaestus: What kind of business is so profitable? It wouldn't "happen" to be covered by your industry again, would it?

As soon he finishes speaking, the man throws the document down and turns to Helios like a cat whose tail has been stepped on.

Everyone's eyes are instantly focused on the person in charge.

Helios casually leans back in his chair, twirling his dagger in one hand. His cold eyes do not even focus on the man.

He has long grown tired of these boring conflicts of interest.

Helios: I have nothing to say.

BS Member: That... why?

Helios: Too much nonsense and no focus.

Helios: I don't care what sort of blueprint you have. If you don't have anything practical to say, it's better to keep your mouth shut.

As he speaks, he hooks his dagger with his fingertips and slowly places it on the table. Then he raises his gaze and glances at the man coldly.

Helios: Otherwise, no matter how passionate your tone is, it'll just be an incompetent excuse.

The air becomes quiet, and he vaguely hears the members of BS taking a breath.

BS Member: Understood, I will report a more elaborate plan right now.

An impassioned report sounds again in the conference hall. Unfortunately, the part that implied interests is mixed with too much uncertainty. Helios almost hears through one ear and out the other.

He misses her voice a little.

He taps on his cell phone to send a message to MC, and after receiving a satisfactory response, he directly gives her a call.

BS Member: So you see, Boss--

Helios: Rejected.

BS Member: Boss, what you are doing is completely contrary to our philosophy. Now...

The call connects, and the girl's voice drowns out the man's noisy retort.

Helios: Did you hear that?

Helios can't stop himself from curling his lips when he hears MC respond. Compared to the obscure noises of the meeting, her voice is as clean as a clear spring.

Helios: Every time I hold a meeting, nothing comes from it except for intrigue, rhetoric and slogans. I beat them all up a hundred times in my mind.

The report immediately stops. From the corner of his eyes, he can tell that everyone in the conference hall is obviously shaken. Even Hestia has stopped recording, and Hephaestus can't help but laugh.

The boring meeting reaches its climax, leaving him very staisfied.

So the two of them continue to tacitly sing along, cutting off the meeting in time before it turned into a farce of mutual criticism.

Helios: Okay. Queen says she wants you all to listen to me, so shut up.

Of course, the consequences of making such shocking remarks are subject to a lot of discussion, bringing rise to new topics in the conference hall. Phrases such as "out of line" and "arrogant" are often heard from time to time.

Out of line? All he wants is to be out of line.

Helios nonchalantly holds his phone to his ear, seeming to appear particularly attentive.

Helios: Don't forget to choose a date location for me.

Everyone: ......

This sentence successfully puts an end to the final discussion. Only Hephaestus is unaffected by the uncomfortable atmosphere and shows a mischievous smile.

After hanging up the phone, Helios stands up under everyone's astonished gazes, passes the person giving the report, walks through the extra large conference table and heads straight for the door.

When he passes by Hephaestus, he casually mentions.

Helios: Give me the minutes of the meeting later. If you don't see a breakthrough, break it yourself.

That one sentence makes his position clear. Hephaestus nods, but some members speak up anxiously from behind him.

BS Member: But it's best to have the Boss in charge of the meetings... Are you in a hurry?

Helios doesn't stop, he opens the door and walks out. Only a cold and arrogant voice sounds from afar.

Helios: I'm going on a date.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[PART 5]

Beep-- beep--

The long busy tone strikes my eardrums again and again. As soon as the call finally connects, I speak hurriedly.

MC: Kiro, where are you right now? Why haven't you replied to any of my texts?

As soon as blurt out those words, I realize how off they sounded. After all, it's not like I waited long, so I quickly add on.

MC: I don't mean to rush you, but I'm afraid something might have happened to you on the way...

Helios: Why did Kiro's and Miss Chips' calls become about us worrying about each other again?

Helios interrupts my confession, his voice rising with obvious laughter.

Helios: Well, Obviously the way you spoke to Helios before made you seem very domineering. If I didn't know better, I would've thought there were two Miss Chips switching back and forth.

MC: I...

I am left speechless for a moment. After being treated like this by him, I seem to find that I have some "deferential treatment".

While I feel a little guilty, I can't help but be harsh.

MC: I'm not that sophisticated... I was obviously talking to Kiro, okay?

MC: Do you prefer me when I speak rudely?

Helios: I like your frankness.

He gives me a very straightforward answer.

Helios: Remember what I told you before? That I was worried I didn't give you enough security? (Reference to Unconditional Surrender)

MC: Mm, of course I remember.

He and I have been groping for a solution to this problem, and now, I have a vague feeling that we are close to finding it.

Helios: When you make requests and frankly express your emotions to me, I feel like you're giving all of yourself to me.

Helios: The good, the bad...

Helios: And me taking over all of this is what Kiro really wants to do.

Helios: So tell me, what are your true first thoughts that you want to convey to me?

MC: I....

You can be willful, you can be less scrupulous, and give yourself entirely to him.

I take a deep breath and purse my lips.

MC: I think it's annoying that Kiro hasn't replied to my messages for a long time. I'm growing impatient waiting!

MC: You should explain yourself to me immediately and coax me!

Helios: Hahahahahaha!

Unbridled laughter resounds from the other side. A long time passes before he stops, but his voice is still lilting.

Helios: You're really bad-tempered. That's nice.

Helios: Well... I originally skipped the meeting and wanted to rush over to meet you, but as soon as I got in the car, I was stopped by someone careless.

Helios: However I did follow your instruction and avoided using force myself. Instead I used the power of being the Boss to send them away.

Helios: The atmosphere was so tense at the time that I didn't pay attention to my phone for a moment. So I missed the messages you sent.

Abrupt music mixes into the receiver, accompanying his explanation, as if he was quickly walking through a noisy hallway.

Helios: Fortunately, I didn't miss your call.

Helios: And that concludes my report. Are you satisfied or dissatisfied with it, Miss MC?

MC: So-so.

I hum twice, already sweet and sour bubbles floating around in my heart.

MC: Now it's your turn. After all, you caught on to my feelings, and I need to take care of you.

MC: Kiro, what are your first thoughts?

Helios: Mine?

The sound of the music is clear, and it gradually overlaps with the tune coming from the game console next to me.

I'm not left with much time to put down my phone by the time that familiar breath approaches me.

Helios: When I went out, I still owed you a kiss.

Helios: It's time I made up for it.

A hand covers my eyes.

The shallow pecks have Kiro's taste, but as his entanglement deepens, it gradually turns into a more sensational request.

He ensnares me, trapping me between the machine and his arms, leaving me unable to retreat. All I can do is make do within this square inch of space.

--This isn't the way to kiss when out in public.

My fingers are a little weak and I can hardly hold the phone, so I give up struggling and grab his collar.

Leather, unfamiliar, not a style he often wears.

My covered sight makes it impossible for me to distinguish whether the one kissing me was the golden one or the silver one.

But no matter which one it is, it is Kiro who I love.

At some point, the music above my head has changed, and it seems like a century passes before he lets go of my lips.

With my sight clear, I see Helios' face.

I lick my moist lips, and when I speak, my voice sounds so hoarse that it surprises me.

MC: That... was not your first thought.

Helios: What was?

MC: That you owed me.

No hesitation. I have nothing to worry about around him. I repeat this silently in my mind and grab his collar a little harder.

MC: ...You didn't change back to Kiro's appearance. Is it to make dating easier?

Helios: No.

Helios stares at me, his eyes full of calm.

Helios: I feel that both Kiro and Helios belong to me, so I can show you whichever side I want.

I chuckle and raise my eyebrows at him.

MC: How are you going to show it? Or are you going to show me some Kiro style cuteness first?

Helios: .....

Helios: You really seem to be getting more and more devious.

MC: But you already admitted that you like me like this.

I answer confidently. My fingers loosen his collar and at the same time, slowly slide up his throat, along with his breathing.

MC: Are you really not going to show me my sun god?

MC: I'd love to see it.

His Adam's apple, against which my fingertips are pressed, violently slides up and down. Helios' blue eyes turn into a deeper indigo under the refraction of the light.

Helios: It's a bit weird to act cute with this face, can I ask for a compromise?

MC: What do you want to change?

He restrains my rebellious hand, and before I have time to react, I find myself falling into his arms.

Some overbearing friction renders me unable to move, and his playful laughter kisses the shell of my ear.

Helios: It's inconvenient to show it in an arcade, so I'll tell you another date location.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

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Thank you for the tag @soup-du-silence !!

3 ships I like: JamiKali/KaliJami (TWST), LouWill (Metaphor Re:Fantazio), AtsuKita (Haikyuu!!)

First Ship: I can’t remember…? It may have been Sonic related like Sonic/Amy or Sonic/Tails or Phineas/Isabella from Phineas and Ferb-; now that I think about it I may have shipped Shadow with Rouge or Silver (ironically i know nothing about sonic now other than through a friend or if my brother wants to watch the movies)

Last Song: Get Him Back by Fiona Apple (I’m cycling through the album rn; I’ve been listening to 4 of her albums + the ost for Metaphor on repeat for weeks-)

Favorite Childhood Book: Hibi Chouchou (or Like a Butterfly); I used to read a lot of shoujo manga and I just found out while searching for it that it was made by the same mangaka as A Sign of Affection what-

Currently Reading: Metaphor Re:Fantazio fics! I’m specifically looking for LouWill; I’ve been watching the amount of fics for the game update for the past few days, and I just read a Chinese fic thats currently at 97k words via my phone translator. Read another Chinese fic for LouWill and was surprised by the dynamic, I’m cheering so loudly- (I also felt like writing for the ship, so I have two Google docs, one for stray ideas and another I’m working on slowly, but I forgot that it then stirs my want to make a fanbook and illustrate all of it, this isn’t good-)

Currently watching: Brooklyn Nine-Nine on repeat; sometimes I like to put myself in a type of purgatory where I become not that bored but not that entertained from the repetitiveness that I’m stirred into action. I also recently finished watching House M.D.

Currently consuming: a bright yellow soup with fish in it. My mom made it for me but because she told me the name of it in Vietnamese, I do Not know what I consumed. It was pretty good though!

Currently craving: x2 Buldak noodles. I’m stressed by a bunch of tasks, things I want to do, and the concept of time. Plus my tolerance grew from the frequency I’ve been eating them due to stress this is not a good combo who told me spice was good for stress-

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─── his girl. only his girl.

pairings: mick schumacher x fem!reader warnings: MINORS DNI– contains explicit language and descriptions of sexual acts (including p in v sex, fingering- female receiving, oral- male receiving, unprotected sex), google translate german. not proofread.

Another round of cheers, another shot sliding down your throat and sitting warm in your stomach. There are screams of joy and triumph coming from the left and right of you, the soft burn of expensive tequila firing everyone up at the table. The club is crowded with familiar faces. If you had to guess, about seventy-five percent of the grid– drivers, engineers, and all staff alike– were at this club, everyone celebrating the close of a very hectic season. 

To say you’re drunk is an understatement. Between the four shots of whatever Lando handed your way and two tequila sunrises, you’re teetering the fine line of a good night and no memory of it. If it weren’t for the multiple bodies around you and your boyfriend, you might’ve kissed the floor more times than you could count on two hands. You weren’t a very graceful drunk, but that wasn’t exactly the biggest surprise considering you weren’t quite graceful sober either. 

You flop onto the pleather chair in a huff, the material quick to stick onto your clammy skin. The liquor made your body feel heavy, and you choose to ignore the discomfort it all, or the fact that your tiny dress somehow got tinier in your new position. Mick smiles, chuckles— but you don’t hear it over the bass— at the state your in. The subtle pout of your lips, hair slightly more disheveled than you’d like it to be, but make up seemingly untouched. You lean against your boyfriend, and he is quick to wrap his arm around you. His large hand rests on your waist, pulling you closer and flush against his side. His lips plant themselves on your temple before he moves them by your ear.

“Feeling alright?” He asks. 

You nod, turning to face Mick with a lazy smile on your face. “Great!”

You wiggle in your seat, a poor attempt to sit up straighter and feign sobriety. But Mick knows you all too well, laughing as he watches you try to stop from swaying as he pulls the hem of your dress a little further down your legs. Your hand goes against his chest as you try to stop the alcohol from swaying you left and right, and you can feel the rumbles of his laughter, see the simples indent his cheeks, and blue eyes light up. If it weren’t for the dimness and multi-colored LED lights, he’d see clear as day that you were blushing at his reaction. Mick knew you were drunk, but he still stares at you fondly before leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. You lean into him, lips chasing after his own even after he tries to pull away. You feel a little less embarrassed at your state, a little more secure that Mick didn’t mind it at all. His hand settles on the small of your back, the other resting on your thigh as he indulges in you for a second longer. If it weren’t for the fact you’re currently in the middle of a nightclub, you would’ve listened to the tequila and climbed onto his lap.

“Mick!” 

The call of his name tears your boyfriend away from you, hands still on you as he turns his head to follow the sound of the voice. Esteban is waving him over, shot glass extended towards him as he tries to find another for himself. It’s as if the last thirty seconds didn’t happen, Mick patting your thigh and giving you a quick kiss on the jaw before walking off to take a shot glass from his friend. You watch him, leaning in to say something in Esteban’s ear. Your mouth begins to water at the sight of your boyfriend, legs clenching together as you admire how good he looks. Even in a black t-shirt and jeans, he looks heavenly. You stare shamelessly as he downs his shot— a little too easily, much to your surprise— Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. He doesn’t even flinch at the liquor going down his throat, the burn didn’t seem to phase him. Not a flicker of emotion, if anything, he grins and pats Esteban’s shoulder before making his way back to you. 

You stand before he comes up to you, hand reaching out to grab his own as you pull him to you. All the alcohol rushes to your head, and you grab onto Mick’s shoulders. His brows knit together, blue eyes scanning your body to make sure you’re okay. 

“How bout some water?” 

“I wanna dance!”

“Water first.”

You don’t have it in you to argue, and to be fair a glass of water sounds like heaven. So after a sip or two from a glass served by Mick, you’re pulling pick down to the crowd of people, all drunkenly moving along to the rhythm and bass. You pull him until you’re dead smack in the middle of the crowd before letting loose and allowing your body to move along to the music. Another remix, another beat, you dance and dance all while Mick bops along, eyes following every movement and roll of your body. His hands grab onto you greedily, pushing your back against his front to better feel you. You arch back against him, ass pressing against him as you continue to move your hips to the music playing over the loudspeaker. Mick’s hands run along your side as he follows your movement, down to your hips, fingers gripping you tightly. It’s almost euphoric with the music, the lights, and Mick all over you. Your head rolls backward onto his shoulder, savoring the sparks he left as his fingers find the skin of your legs beneath the hem of your bunched up dress. His fingers dance along your thighs, teasing you as it moves under your dress and back. He doesn’t catch the soft groan that leaves your lips at the sensation of his fingers teasing you, inching closer to your core before backing away. You ache in the worst way, in the dirtiest way. 

You turn yourself in his hold, lips chasing his own. But he pulls his head backwards, a teasing smirk on his lips as holds you firmly to stop you from moving closer. He can’t hear you, but he knows the desperate mew that comes from your lips, all too familiar with the sound. Your lips graze his own, another poor attempt to kiss him again, but Mick doesn’t give in. 

“Did you want something?” 

“You.” 

His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, a smile still prevalent, dimples deep. He releases it, lips pink and plump, and your feel the yearn in your chest to press your own against it. You can feel his hands move up your thighs, moving to rest on your bum to give it a firm squeeze. His name tumbles from your lips in a whine, lurching forward at a third attempt of a kiss. You get it this time, feeling the softness of him against you in slow and sensual movements. His tongue is quick to run along your lips, and you’re just as quick to let him in. But it doesn’t last long, you just get a taste before he’s pulling away again. There is a weight on your chest, loud desperation as you yearn for more than a five-second lip lock. 

“Let’s go back, I could use another drink!” 

He turns before he can see you frown, the reluctance in the way you let him lead you back towards the table instead of out the door. You don’t know how long you and Mick were on the dance floor, all you knew is by the time you’re back at the table, your feet ached. The second you step back, your boyfriend is whisked away by Lando for shots and a photo, while you’re pulled off by Elena to go to the bar. 

You return sometime later with a glass of water in your hand this time— despite Elena’s begging. There’s still a bit of a stumble as you walk back back arm in arm with the blonde to the table in search of your boyfriend. Chasing sobriety is not an easy feat, but after sweating on the dance floor and taking a lap with Elena in the club, you were beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol wear off. You catch a glimpse of Mick on the opposite end from you, arm slung over Lando’s shoulder as he says something into his ear. He doesn’t see you bite down on your bottom lip, eyes darkening as you drink him in. His hair is tousled, eyes glazed over as he looks at his friend, trying to focus on the words his friend is spewing. Liquor entices your dirtiest thoughts, waters the fantasies you can only hope you and Mick would play out later. You were about to walk over to him when a large hand rests on your shoulders and steals your attention. 

Charles smiles down at you, leaning in to talk into your ear over the loud music. “Do you mind taking a picture of us?!” 

Your hand rests on his chest as you look past him, eyes meeting the gaze of Pierre and Yuki, who both smile and wave at you. You nod at Charles, taking the phone from him and holding up the camera. 

Unbeknownst to you, Mick saw the entire exchange. It was innocent, of course it was. No one would dare make a pass against another driver’s girlfriend, it’s taboo and causes unnecessary drama. And Mick knows Charles would never. But there’s something about the way you held onto him, the way he held you, that sends him into a slight spiral. It might’ve been the alcohol talking, taunting him and fueling the jealousy in the pit of his stomach. He stares, watches as you lean too and fro to take pictures of the other three drivers, and he hoped that you would feel it. He hoped he’d have your attention once more. 

But you’re too distracted, fingers tapping and sliding against the screen as you try to get the perfect shot. You’re too busy to notice him, too busy leaning into Charles while you show him the photo you just took, too busy listening to Charles as he talks into your ear before letting you take even more photos on his phone. The jealousy is only fueled further. Mick isn’t the biggest fan of sharing you, even more so when he’s maybe five shots and some drinks deep. He’s a possessive man— a selfish one at that. And while there technically wasn’t anything wrong with the exchange, nothing would stop the alcohol induced jealousy now— not even if you were back to chasing his lips and whining his name.

Well… maybe.

Charles was a little more than comfortable with the way he rests his hands on you, and you had half a mind to care. It didn’t mean anything to you anyhow, and neither to him all things considered. And the touches never lasted for more than a couple seconds— you were a stabilizer of sorts for the drunk Monegasque driver. He’d grab onto your forearm, maybe even your shoulder, and when he finds his balance his hand retracts to his side. He’s too busy staring between his phone screen and Pierre, arguing with the Frenchman about god only knows what. You never picked up French, so you sit there clueless, waiting for them to make a verdict. 

You let your eyes wander for a split second, and that’s when you see Mick. No longer a playful expression, or a jolly one he sported moments earlier. His face is stoic, jaw clenched. You can see the way the tendons move under the light, the way the shadows shift under the LEDs. Its a brief glance, but you can tell a lot from just his face. You see the subtle shake of his head before he turns to say something to Esteban. You try to read his lips, get a clue of what he’s saying and maybe of what he’s feeling. But Charles taps your shoulder, shouts your name over some mix playing on the loudspeaker, and you pry your eyes away from your boyfriend’s clenched jaw. 

You take a couple more snapshots of the three boys, trying flash and no flash, Pierre being extra pushy as he stresses the importance of this photo. “It’s for the photodump!” he exclaims. You were far too tired to care, and a little too drunk to be sure if the photos were even worth being posted. You show your work, the Frenchman sending you back to take just one more. 

After the fourth try of taking photos, you shove the phone into Charles’ hands while muttering a comment about how they’ll have to deal with whatever is in the camera roll. Truth be told, you were beginning to get antsy, and your boyfriend burring holes in your head with his hard stare is now too hard to ignore. You wander back over to Mick, pushing past people and turning down offers shots. The room has stopped spinning some, but you still feel a little heavy in your gut. Tequila doesn’t erase the rumble in your stomach when Mick finally looks your way, a lift of his brow as he acknowledges your presence before turning back and carrying on his conversation with Esteban. If anything, it amplifies the feeling further. Your stomach does flips at his lack of affection— no kiss, lips or forehead. You reach out to grab his hand, and at the very least he slots his fingers between yours. 

You stand there for the next ten or so minutes, hand in his, just waiting for him to give you more than a raise of his brows. But he carries on, laughing at jokes you can’t hear and making conversation with the table. You aren’t isolated, in fact you’re standing in the circle of conversation, made eye contact and even exchange smiles with others. Mick pulls his grasp from yours, moving to rest his hand on the small of your back. You feel how he slowly lowers his hand onto the curve of your ass, the firm grip he gives your left cheek before returning his hand to your lower back. You look up at him, but Mick is too busy entertaining a discussion about god only knows what. 

You tug on his hand and he follows your pull. Your lips graze his hear, “Is everything okay?”

He nods, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. You watch as he leans towards Esteban, saying something into his ear before shaking his hand and saying goodbye. You’re a little confused, but follow his lead anyway. You say goodbye to those around you, hand still clutched in Mick’s rather tightly. Its just a bunch of swift one handed hugs and awkward waves as your boyfriend pulls you towards the exit. 

There’s a car waiting for you when you emerge from the nightclub. Valet opens your car door, and Mick holds your hand to steady you as you climb into the car. He follows in after, muttering something to the driver before leaning back and resting his hand on your thigh. It sits high, but it’s flaccid, lacking any intention to make a move. 

“Had fun?” Mick asks, eyes staring out the window. 

“Mhm, yeah.” You answer. “You?”

“Yeah, good fun.” He squeezes your thigh, “Take good pictures of Charles?”

“Huh?”

“Never mind.” 

Another squeeze to your thigh and the car grows silent again. The air is thick and awkward, and you can’t seem to place why. You move a little closer to Mick, free hand reaching over to cup his jaw and turn his face towards you. His blue eyes are unamused, lifeless despite the bright color. You pout, leaning in to give him a kiss but he pulls back before you can catch him. Then there’s a glint of mischief in his gaze, in the way his lips curve into a smirk. His hand tickles its way further up your leg, dipping under your dress and hovering over your center. You jolt your hips forward, but Mick retracts his hand with a cheeky grin. Your bottom lip protrudes further, a breathy call of his name as you lean in and he denies you, again. 

“Geduld.” 

Mick’s voice sends a shiver down your spine and straight to your core. His hand squeezes your thigh again, dangerously close to your core. Your throat runs dry, grows tight, at the idea of what’s waiting for you at the end of this car ride, behind the closed door of your hotel room. Gulping, you listen. Geduld— patience. You’ll be patient, you’ll be good. Because clearly he’s bothered to hell about something and you’d hate to aggravate him even further. It wouldn’t be to your benefit anyhow. A shiver runs up your spine at the memories of edging, of Mick’s sinister smile as he hovers over you and only allowing you to teeter over the edge.

The car ride is longer than you’d like, but you do eventually pull into the lobby of the hotel. It’s the early hours of the morning. The entrance is void of any fans, any type of paparazzi, for which you are grateful for. Last thing you needed was to be stopped by fans or to have any photos of you stumbling behind Mick in your drunken stupor. Somehow, the elevator ride up to the room is even worse than the car ride. At least he held you in the car— you stand on the opposite end of the lift all twenty-six floors. You shuffle on your feet, the heels becoming more unbearable even as you rest your weight against the wall. Mick looks unbothered, eyes too busy staring at whatever is on his phone to notice the way you shift on your weight. 

You’d never been happier to hear the elevator go ding, practically rushing behind Mick as he makes his way down the hall. He takes his sweet time, he knows what he’s doing to you with how slowly he retrieves the room key from his wallet. You swipe the card from his hand, pressing the key against the reader frantically and pushing the door open. Mick chuckles behind you, following your lead and pressing the door shut.

You don’t allow him to stall, pushing him up against the door in a heated kiss. Mick doesn’t miss a beat, hands finding themselves on your waist as he kisses you back with as much ferocity. It’s rough, desperate, knocking all the air from your lungs. Teeth clashes, tongues pressing against the other, just a pure mess of a kiss. Hands claw at him, gripping his shirt, holding on for dear life as your knees begin to give out. 

In an instant, Mick’s presses you against the door shut. He pulls away from the kiss, panting with his head tilted and lips ghosting over yours. You jerk your head forward in an attempt to kiss him, but he pulls back slightly. You try again, but to no avail Mick doesn’t allow your lips to touch. His hand comes up, the pad of his thumb tracing over your bottom lip as his other hand trails up your leg. His plump lips trail along your jaw, down to your neck and collarbones. Goosebumps litter your skin at his actions, blood pumping and rushing to your head as you lean back against the door. Your chest heaves up and down the lower Mick’s lips go, the higher his fingers climb. You bite down on your bottom lip, anticipation building in your gut. His fingers dance along the inside of your thigh while his lips suck on the skin of your neck. A soft moan escapes you, fingers gripping onto his hair as you pull him back to bring his lips to yours. He complies, kissing you deeply as he pushes your dress up your thighs and resting on your hips.

“Mick please,” You mumble against his lips. 

“Please what, darling?”

“Touch me.” 

A deep chuckle bubbles from his throat, “I am touching you.” 

“No… Mick, please.” You whine. 

“Where do you want me to touch you?” Mick pulls away from the kiss, blue eyes staring into yours as he waits for your answer. Your cheeks tint red, the word caught in your throat. You were too shy to say it, to sound so vulgar. “Use your words liebe.” 

“Down there,” You try, voice meek. 

His hand rests on your thigh, “Like this?”

“No.” You shake your head. “No, higher.” 

He shifts his hand higher, fingers at the hem of your underwear. “Here.” 

You whimper, the heat of his hands radiating on your skin, so close to where you need him most. “Mick…” Your voice reeks of desperation, and it puts a boyish smirk on his face. His blues are hooded as he stares down at you, fingers trailing over your center and pulling your underwear to the side

“Oh…” He mocks realization, “Did you want my fingers here? Inside of you? Touching your pretty little—”

You nod, gasping for air as you feel his index finger slide along your folds. He looks down towards his hand, watching as his finger slides forwards and backwards along your slit. His lips are slightly agape, tongue moving to wet his lips, cock growing hard at the sound of your desperate gasps for air. 

“Nice and wet, all for me.” Mick mumbles, looking up at you through his lashes. 

“More, Mick please.” You say between breaths, hands gripping onto him. 

“Yeah, more?” He teases, “More what, baby?” 

Your fingers grab onto him harder, squeezing his bicep as you try to hold yourself up. “Want your fingers… inside of me.”

The smile on his face grows, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he obliges to your request. He retracts his finger from your folds, hooking around your underwear to pull them down to your ankles. He falls to his knees, tapping your ankles one by one as he helps you step out of your underwear. Black thong in hand, he balls it up and stuffs it into his back pocket. He enjoys himself, the sounds that fall from your lips. He feels better already, your interaction with Charles no longer in the forefront of his mind. He didn’t care anymore, to wrapped up in the way you react to him and only him. 

You watch him as he kisses from your knees to the top of your thighs, lips tickling your skin. He sucks on the skin of your inner thigh while his hands reach up and taps your lips. 

“Lutschen.” 

You obey, taking his digits into your both as you bob your head up and down, tongue swirling until he pulls them out of your mouth with a pop. 

“Look at me liebe,” He commands, “Want you to watch.” 

His fingers trace your slit, up and down as your lazy gaze meets his own. As your eyes lock, his fingers plunge into you, curling to tickle that spot. Moans bubble from within you, coming out your throat loudly. It sounds heavenly, like music to Mick’s ears. He pumps his fingers in and out, building a rhythm as he pulls you close and closer to your release. You watch him, watch as he leans in and attaches his lips around your clit, sucking softly. He pulls the bundle of nerves between his teeth, the sharp sensation making you yelp. Soft pink lips release you, only to be replaced by his tongue. He traces shapes along your dripping cunt as his fingers quicken in pace. Mick feels the way you clench around him, your knees shaking and nearly giving out from underneath you. Your fingers comb through his hair, gripping lightly as you grab onto the door handle to keep you from falling.

“You look so pretty with my fingers inside of you,” Mick mumbles. “Taking me so well. Bet you could take my cock even better.”

The dirty words spill from his lips like honey, making you hum in satisfaction.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Feel me so deep inside of you? Huh, pretty girl?” 

You were in complete euphoria, the combination of his mouth and fingers sending your senses into overdrive, pulling sinful moans from your throat. You couldn’t answer him, the sound of him lapping you up, fingers against your wet are obscene, distracting you. Your eyes flutter shut, head falling back against the door as you pant his name, mumbling about how close you are to your release. 

He pulls his fingers from you, leaning back onto his heels as he puts his fingers into his own mouth. You let out a whine, your orgasm fizzling out. “Why?” you ask breathlessly. 

Mick doesn’t say a word, instead pushing you against mirror in the hallway, bending you over the side table.

“You wanna come baby?” He asks, undoing the button of his jeans, shoving his underwear down with it. You nod, but he clicks his tongue, “Use your words.” 

“Yes!” You blurt, fingers grasping the sides of the table as you find your balance. “God Mick, please.”

Mick grabs ahold of his cock, all while using his other hand to prop on of your legs onto the table. He brushes the head of his stiff member along your wet slit. He slides it up and down, before pushing into you ever so slightly. You whimper and he pulls out, sliding his hard member along your cunt, in the same fashion prior. 

“Mick, please.” 

“So desperate for me baby?” 

He pushes the head of his dick into you again and you gasp. He smirks into the mirror, watching your reaction. You look at him, your breaths shallow and quick as you wait for him to fill you up. But he stays still, eyebrows raised. 

“You want more?” He pushes in further. You clench around him, and he’s biting down a moan, the muscles in his jaw ticking. “Tell me you want it.” 

“I want it,” You whine, voice coming out high pitched and dripping in desperation, “Please, I want it.” 

Mick laughs at your rushed response, the neediness evident in your tone.  Slowly, he fills you up, bottoming out into your dripping cunt. You moan loudly, eyes squeezing shut. Your knuckles turn white, fingers aching at how hard you're gripping the sink. The stretch is blissful, sending you into a state of pleasure you’ve never known. Between the alcohol and the sexual tension that’s been building for hours now, sex with Mick has never felt so good. 

Mick pulls out almost completely, before snapping his hips roughly against you, giving you no chance to adjust to his thickness. The head of his cock brushes your sweet spot as he thrusts into you over and over. His hand finds their place around your neck, pulling you up so that you’re flush against him. Fingers press into the delicate skin of your neck, applying pressure on and off while his pace never falters. You can hear his soft groans, mumbled curse words as he fucks you. He compliments you, calls you his. Theres a need to remind you that you’re his, a need to reassure himself that you’re only his. His lips suck the supple skin of your neck, pulling moans from the back of your throat. You’re sure that you’d wake up the next morning with marks to show for, but you didn’t care at that moment.

“You feel so good liebe,” He whispers into your ear, “You’re so good, my good fucking girl. Look at you, look how good you take me.” 

The sight in front of you would be engraved in your memory forever. Mick’s hand around your throat, the other gripping your waist as he thrusts in and out of you, your hands holding onto the sink in an effort to keep yourself up. You watch as the hand on your waist moves to your folds, fingers finding their place on your clit. He rubs fast circles around your nerves, his other hand releasing your neck to grab at your breasts. Your nipple is caught between his fingers as they pinch and pull through the fabric, sending a new sensation through your body.

“You’re mine,” He grunts, “All mine.”

“I’m yours,” You affirm, gasping as his fingers move faster, “fuck, I’m so close.”

“You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” He asks between breaths, “Gonna come all over my cock?” 

You nod, words caught in your throat and held back by the immense pleasure you’re feeling. The bubble begins to grow again, deep inside of you. With his fingers playing with your clit and his member pushing in and out of you, you can feel the bubble grow larger and larger. But then the it deflates, goes away as he leaves you feeling empty. His name tumbles past your lips in a tired mew, brows knitted and eyes screwed shut in frustration. Mick helps you take your leg down, pulling you over to the bed to lay you down. He pulls your dress down your legs, and you let him as you come down from what was almost an orgasm. 

“Tired baby?” He taunts, “We can stop, go to bed.”

You shake your head, arm coming around his neck to pull him down to press another feverish kiss on his lips. His smile is wide as he kisses you back, fingers combing through your hair before gripping it tightly. You feel his cock brush against you again, feel him at your opening. You allow your legs to fall further apart, give him even more room to push himself further into you. He obliges, slipping back into you easily— like your missing piece of the puzzle. Mick moves his body against, thrusting in and out in a sloppy pace. You can feel your orgasm brewing in the pit of your stomach again. 

“Please don’t stop,” You beg against his mouth, breathing heavily. 

“I won’t baby. Wanna feel you finish, wanna see how good I make you feel.” 

Mick peppers kisses along your jaw before coming back up to your lips, hands never leaving the curve of your breasts. His hands massage and knead, fingers pinching and pulling. Between the kisses, his thrusts, and hands, you can feel that bubble begin to grow again. Larger and larger, and your moans and whines get louder and louder. You gasp for air, throwing your head back as you claw against Mick’s back. Praises fall from his lips, calling you sweet things under such dirty circumstances. A good girl, his good girl doing the worst things for him. He edges you closer and closer, cock brushing against your sweet spot over and over until he finally pushes you over the edge. Your body shakes as you come, back arching upwards so that your chest presses flush against his. Mick fucks you through your orgasm, his hand leaves your breasts, holding you close to him as he continues his relentless assault on your aching core. He isn’t far behind you, your pussy clenching and pulling him closer and closer to his orgasm. 

Mick pulls out of you pumping his shaft with his left hand as he turns you around, “Sit up baby.” 

You comply, pulling yourself up as Mick stands before you. You level your mouth with his cock, swatting his hand away and replacing it with your own as you take the head of his member into your mouth. You bob your head up and down, taking more of him in until you feel him in the back of your throat. That’s when you let your jaw fall slack, Mick’s hips pushing in and out as he fucks your mouth til his release. His hot cum slides down your throat, head of his cock still in the back of your throat. He’s panting, a sheen of sweat coating his forehead as he savors the feeling of his orgasm. You swallow his seed as you release his cock. 

Mick bends over to press his lips on yours in a gentle kiss. He pushes you down gently against the bed, his kisses sweet as he pulls you close to him. His arms wrap around your middle, while yours go around his neck, fingers running through his hair. 

“Such a good girl,” He mumbles with a smile against your lips. “My good girl. All mine.”

“Yours. All yours.” 

note: i hate this. and i have no clue if this makes sense. don't be surprised if i delete this one day. anyways– this has been sitting in my docs since JANUARY so i figured id rework it and post it just because. k bye no one look at me.

[holmesxwatson]

The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes dir: Billy Wilder, 1970

I only watched The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes for the first time a few days ago but it lights my brain up in that special way that I know I’ll revisit it a lot. Don’t get me wrong, it’s far from perfect, for one thing Colin Blakely’s Watson is a little too shouty for me, but it’s very worthwhile to check out despite its shortcomings, which I think mostly come from the fact that so much was cut from the intended script.

I absolutely love Robert Stephens as Holmes. His face is so good, he has a way of looking at Watson when he doesn’t know he’s being observed that is very soft. I thought I was hallucinating the beginning of this movie with Holmes telling the ballet dancer he’s gay and in a relationship with Watson. I thought it was going to be played for a joke, and it was a bit, but it didn’t just end there. Holmes and Watson have a conversation about the repercussions in a lengthy scene that turns very serious by the end. I can’t believe this was 1970 and no one has since tried to build on this specific dynamic in a more meaningful way. Someone needs to remake this into a mini-series exactly how Billy Wilder intended it to be, here’s hoping public domain can make it so.

[above: script page from the cut story The Curious Case of the Upside Down Room, where Watson creates a fake case to make Holmes feel better]

Also, the backstory of the making of this film is so out of control: Robert Stephens’s nervous breakdown and suicide attempt during the production, the amount of years Billy Wilder was trying to write it and get it made, the interference of ACD’s son, the Loch Ness monster prop that the crew lost in actual Loch Ness, the immense scope of the episodic story they were going for, the way it got cut down from its original 3 hour 45 minute runtime and how that cut footage was lost forever! (this is crazy! everyone go check your attics and storage lockers right now).

In one of the interviews I found, Robert Stephens says “if something is boring — if it’s three minutes long it’s too long, but if it’s interesting it’s never long enough…you don’t want it to end.” Big same Toby Stephens’ dad, big SAME. I didn’t want it to end. I read the uncut script and I am just floored at what we missed out on. Thankfully some footage and audio remain of some of the cut scenes (but still! check your basements too).

Just fully let it settle into your brain that they filmed all of these stories in the script, and then cut most of it away. Like that is mind-blowing to me, it existed at one point as it was fully intended to be. If this was made now during home entertainment times, they would have no problem releasing an almost four-hour movie, but at the very least there would be a big director’s cut dvd release and we would be enjoying all the small Holmes x Watson moments we deserve.

Anyway, in pretty short order I found a bunch of interesting links to stuff, details below. I also consulted my very well-thumbed Conversations with Wilder book by Cameron Crowe, but there wasn’t that much more information in there. I have Robert Stephens’ memoir Knight Errant and the TPLOSH blu-ray on order so I’ll add to this post if I find any more good resources. Let me know if I’m missing anything, and enjoy!

Full movie on YouTube (x) <-update: this link went private, but it's also streaming for free on Tubi and Freevee, and available to rent on YouTube, Google Play, and Apple TV

Original roadshow draft of script on Internet Archive (x)

Missing footage: Prologue [sound only plus stills] (x), The Curious Case of the Upside Down Room [sound only plus stills] (x), The Dreadful Business of the Naked Honeymooners [footage and soundtrack only, no sound dialogue] (x), alternate ending [sound only] (x)

Making of documentary that includes behind-the-scenes snippets of some of the cut scenes [this doc is in German, but you can turn on the auto-translate to English in the YouTube settings] (x)

Interview with Ernst Walter, film editor of TPLOSH (x)

Interview with Christopher Lee “Mr. Holmes, Mr. Wilder” 2003 (x)

My YouTube playlist with all of the above links in one place plus an excellent fan vid by Just Bee that I added to the list because it’s just so good (x)

Missing Movies: A Case for Sherlock Holmes from 1994 BBC Radio 2 on Soundcloud [includes interview with Robert Stephens and folks involved in the production] (x)

Articles about the lost Loch Ness monster prop (x) (x)

The soundtrack by Miklós Rózsa (x)

[cupertinotimes-blog]

Best Google Translate App For Apple Watch

Apple released iOS 14 with the addition of the new Translate app, which aims to deliver translations from one language to another. The features of the Translate software are useful when attempting to communicate with someone who speaks a different language or when learning a new language.

The Translate program has an easy-to-use interface that gives users the option to translate text by typing it in (or pasting it from a clipboard), speaking it out after selecting the microphone button, or selecting the languages to translate to and from at the top.

Every Apple Watch has different features and capabilities, and there is a thriving market for third-party apps that make your step-tracking more helpful. Apps that enable you to function in daily life without always reaching for your phone in your pocket, such as those that enable you to complete tasks, use Google translate apple watch, acquire information, and so forth.

It can also help you get past language barriers when you go to other countries, communicate with non-native speakers on the job, or form personal relationships with them.

A game-changer for anyone who travels or speaks various languages is the Google translate Apple Watch app. Simply raise your hand, state your request, and the corresponding phrase will be heard in a different language. You must first install a translation tool on your smartwatch in order to get over language barriers.

A large number of people experience numbness each year. The translation apps for the Apple Watch can be quite useful for someone who travels or speaks multiple languages. All you have to do to effectively communicate is raise your hand, say what needs to be spoken, and you will hear it repeated in a different language.

Forget chasing Wi-Fi or miming your way through travels to activate Google Translator. Your trusted translator may be your Apple Watch, which is always on and available anywhere in the world. Many people travel to distant countries with little or no knowledge of the local language. The ability to carry translation apps on your wrist with the Apple Watch is one of the most practical things ever.

Let's now evaluate the best translation software currently offered in the Apple Watch Store.

iTranslate Converse

With the help of this Apple Watch app, you can carry around your own personal, two-way translator. The software will read your statement out to the person you are speaking to when you press the button and begin speaking, whether that person is a police officer, a waiter, or a flight attendant.

iTranslate Translator

iTranslate is an iOS app that translates languages and includes a dictionary (synonyms alternative meanings). In other words, the user may benefit from the software twice. It can faithfully translate any word you say in your native dialect. Like any reliable internet translation service, the software covers over 100 languages, including all of the languages spoken in the United States, Europe, India, and other Asian countries.

Microsoft Translator

You should always keep the Microsoft Translator app open on your Apple Watch Series 5 or prior watches. It is one of the most trustworthy translation program available and provides accurate results. If you have a cellular connection, you can always have a travel guide with you without the need for additional technology. By adding Microsoft Translator to your Apple Watch's home screen, you can easily access its features and get back to enjoying your journey.

Consider visiting our website to learn more about Google Translate Apple Watch.

[pilim]

hey, I'm not sick!

cw: kid!reader, gn!reader; platonic relationship.

summary: you're sick and now it's time for Rocket to take care of you.

— "Open your damn mouth, don't make me use force!" — Rocket barely holds back a growl, trying once again to shove the electronic thermometer under your tongue. You turn away, pitifully pursing your lips. A child is a problem. And a sick child is a double problem.

— "I don't..." — you indignantly try to defend your point of view, but the moment you open your lips, Rocket deftly shoves the thermometer into your mouth. You have no choice. You look at the raccoon, frowning. Rocket grins, slightly twitching his whiskers. It's all obvious to him.

— "Yes, yes, child. And the fact that you sniffle every second does not make you sick at all" — he snorts mockingly, sitting down near your bed. You sneeze, almost dropping the thermometer, silently admitting your defeat. Rocket watches you with scarlet eyes, silently but vigilantly.

Fatigue rolls over you like a sticky lump, your head feels like it's made of lead. You wearily lower your head onto the pillow, closing your eyes. The room plunges into complete silence, as if into a sealed bag. You begin to feel sleepy, but then you are pulled out by the quiet beep of the thermometer. Rocket straightens up, snatching the thermometer from your mouth with his paw. Looking at the display, he winces.

— "As far as I remember, the normal temperature for little people is 36.6°. It's clearly higher here, kid" –Rocket hoarsely remarks, his whiskers moving worriedly. He puts the thermometer aside.

— "Lie still. And don't even try to get up,"– Rocket threatens with a clawed finger before turning around and leaving the room, surprisingly carefully closing the door behind him.

You close your eyes with a groan, wrapping yourself in a blanket. The temperature has deprived you of any desire to protest or run after Rocket, ignoring his orders. Your nose is completely blocked, forcing you to breathe through your mouth. A hoarse cough, causing your chest to hurt a little. Despite the discomfort, you still pass out.

Rocket quietly enters, for the first time without kicking the door down. He carries a plate with sliced apples (Terrov's, mind you), a wet compress and a bottle with some kind of liquid.

— "Hey, kid..." Rocket begins, but immediately cuts off, noticing that you are sleeping. With an almost fatherly sigh, he places the plate on the bedside table. The wet compress moves to your forehead, causing you to grumble in your sleep. Rocket busily adjusts the blanket and steps aside. He climbs into the chair opposite the bed, crossing his paws.

Now his only goal is to keep your sleep.

ps: this is my first time writing something entirely in English, since it is not my native language. Since my English level is far from perfect, I used Google Translate.... I'm sorry if there are any mistakes here. ;(

p.p.s: to be honest, I don't know much about the Marvel universe, so I tried not to mention anything that requires knowledge. Sorry if I made a character non-canonical.

[desirfictional]

hi idk if this desirdae term exists yet but tips for a desir-ancient-roman-citizen?

lucky for you i know a LOT about ancient rome because i took several years of latin (and because of the autism), so here you go:

♡ learn at least a bit of latin- if you dont want to spend a really long time learning the entire language, at least learn a couple important words/phrases. "hello" is "salve" (plural is "salvete"), "goodbye" is "vale" (plural is "valete"), "how are you" is "quid agis", "my name is (name)" is "mihi nomen est (name)". those are just a couple of basic phrases that you can learn pretty easily, and if you want to learn more, there are plenty of guides online!

♡ for more about learning latin: what i do when im trying to figure out a specific word is i translate the word into latin using google translate and then i put the word into whitaker's words (you can find the site by just googling "whitaker's words") to see what the actual definition is (since google translate is often very inaccurate). for declensions, you just google "latin declensions" and go to images or you can go to the youtube channel "hi paws" to watch his songs of all of the different declensions and verb forms and such. you can practice translations on the site magistrula.com - this is a good way to learn and memorize new words, translate sentences, memorize endings, etc.

♡ romans would often have altars to the specific gods they worshiped- the gods they worshiped would depend on family history, their profession, etc. for example, someone who was a soldier would worship ares, someone who made wine would worship dionysus, someone who hunted a lot would worship artemis, etc. pick one or two gods it would make sense to worship and make some sort of altar to them (even if its just a picture of them with a bowl in front of it). for my gay and trans people, ganymede was often a symbol of being gay, and iris and dionysus were both often symbols of gender nonconformity/being transgender.

♡ on the topic of roman religion, be sure to know a lot of roman history and mythology. you can pretty easily find translations of books like the iliad, the odyssey, and the aeneid online or on amazon, if you want to read those, or you can also just do research yourself. for roman history, i recommend madeline waehner's weekly roman history videos where she explains all of rome's history- there are 22 videos and each are around 15 minutes long, you can probably finish them in a week or two if you have the time.

♡ common roman meals included fried dormice- if you dont want to eat real dormice, you can make dormice out of jumbo marshmallows, stick pretzels, and fake edible eyes! romans also ate a LOT at dinner, and they ate while lying on their sides- you could eat in bed or on a couch (although i suggest not throwing up to make room for more food, just eat until youre full lmao)

♡ some other common foods included wine (if youre underage, just drink some sort of juice or milk), fresh fruits (such as apples, pomegranates, strawberries, pears, melons, grapes, blackberries, and dates), white bread (often with cheese), and meat (especially fish and pork). for desserts, romans often ate fresh fruits, sponge cakes, ice cream, and cheesecakes.

♡ for clothes, romans usually wore tunics- for men, tunics were traditionally short-sleeved or sleeveless and went down to their knees, and for women, tunics traditionally had sleeves and went past the knees (however, this wasnt always the case, and either gender was known to wear sleeveless or sleeved tunics that were long or short). for formal occasions, men wore togas over their tunics, and women wore a sort of cloak over a stola (which is similar to a tunic but longer and more fancy). you can pretty easily buy tunics, togas, or stolas online or make your own (since they were usually pretty simple to make). for shoes, romans were usually barefoot, or wore sandals.

[jokeroutsubs]

SiTi Teater charity stream featuring Bojan and Štras - information & how to buy tickets!

Have you seen our posts about Bojan and Štras (frontman of MRFY)? Were you intrigued and would like to see more of them? Then this post is for you!

SiTi Teater is a theatre in Ljubljana that’s celebrating its 15th anniversary this year. Part of the celebration will be an event involving several “one on one” duets between Slovenian musicians, as well as performances by Slovenian stand-up comedians and actors. It will be streamed on Thursday, October 5th 2023, at 20:00 (8 PM) Central European Time (you can use this website to convert that to your time zone if needed). You can see the full list of performers on their website. These three performances in particular might be of interest to Joker Out fandom:

Bojan Cvjetićanin & Gregor Strasbergar – Štras, of course. You can find their previous 1on1 performances, as well as some other fun Bojan/Štras content, in our Štras tag!

Tomi Meglič (frontman of Siddharta and one of Bojan’s role models) & Miha Guštin - Gušti (former Big Foot Mama guitarist and, of course, Kris's dad)

Lado Bizovičar, one of the biggest names in Slovenian stand-up comedy, whom you might remember from being on V petek zvečer with Bojan, and from that time he rubbed his friendship with Bojan in Käärijä’s face.

The concert will be streamed, and you can buy a ticket to get a link, as it will be a charity stream. At the beginning of August, Slovenia was hit with devastating floods that ravaged large parts of the country; you can find out more about it here (English article) and here (Slovenian article with a lot of photos and videos). Recovery will be long and expensive, as the most recent estimates are that the floods caused about 5 billion € of damage.

You can choose to pay 5€, 10€, or 15€ for the ticket. All proceeds from the ticket sales will go towards helping the people who suffered in the August floods.

So you can have a fun evening and help people out! We’ve asked SiTi Teater about it, and they said that the stream will be on YouTube and accessible worldwide. If they have a chat enabled, we’ll do our best to translate as much as we can during the event, or at least give some context!

Instructions for how to buy a ticket are under the cut! (And the website is in English!)

First, make an account (it's better to do that first so it doesn't interrupt your purchase process later). To do so, go to this link. (You can also log in with your Google or Facebook account or Apple ID.)

When you've done that, go to this link to buy the ticket for the charity event. The description is in Slovenian, but the ticket buying process is in English!

After you click on "Buy tickets", you have to decide how much you want to pay for your ticket: 5€, 10€, or 15€. There is no difference between the differently priced tickets - everyone will get the same link. It's just about how much you can afford to give. (Again - all the proceeds will go to flood victims.) Click the number 1 under the amount you wish to pay, and a ticket will be in your cart. Proceed with your purchase!

When you've completed your purchase, you will get an e-mail with a PDF ticket. Since this will be an online stream, that’s not an actual ticket, just a PDF with information. The text on it says:

You will receive a WEB LINK to watch our event on our YouTube channel to your registered e-mail address on 5.10.2023 at 19:00. The link will be active from 19:30 on, and the stream will start at 20:00. After the stream is finished, the link will not be active anymore. If you don’t receive the link to your email by 19:15 on 5.10.2023, please contact us at info[at]sititeater.si or call us at 070 940 940. Please check your junk mail folder and other folders in your e-mail as well. All proceeds from the ticket sale will go to the people affected by the floods through the humanitarian organisation Zavod Truhoma.

All times are in Central European Time, so if you live in a different time zone, check what that is for you! To sum up: you will get a link for the stream on the day of the event (October 5th 2023), one hour before it starts. The link will be active from half an hour before the event.

If you have any more questions, let us know and we’ll be happy to help!

[the-kr8tor]

When I first watched Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse and heard Hobie speak for the first time, I couldn't understand his Cockney accent and words and the way he said it is so fast I literally asked myself if I had lost the ability to understand English! Haha!! 😂

After looking up a few words Hobie said when I rewatch the movie, I realized how fun it is to speak in cockney! Like one of my favorites is "he's going apples and pears!" Which means the going upstairs, or shortened to "he's going up the apples." :3

Lol, imagine Hobie spoke something in cockney so fast and reader gave him a 'the hell you talking about??' look, the they pulled out their phone and ask Google to translate that sht, while Hobie gives reader a weird look and say: "Who the currant bun is that???"

Based on this post: https://www.tumblr.com/the-cat-and-the-birdie/741505558179381248/hobies-phone?source=share

-🌻anon

Lmaooo same! I had to ask my sister who was with me at the time and who had watched it twice in the theatre when he said when he took off his mask! Or maybe bc I was too in love with him at this point 😂

Their way of speaking is so cool! Now whenever I read 'spoken in a British accent' cockney is the first thing that pops in my head! Lol Imagine R has a little notebook with them where they jot down his phrases and their translation 🥺

Hi 🌻 anon! 🩷🩷🩷

[puckpocketed]

hi!! I was wondering where or how you do you research for players and teams, and just hockey in general? do you have any favorite blogs or other resources? thank you~

okay picking thru web rot for the sharks primer has prepared me for this one lmao here's the quick answer because i really need to eat some pie and go to bed. Hockey is my all-consuming interest at the moment and I haven't watched actual television or films; or read anything non-academic that isn't about hockey in.... 9 months? If it seems like I am taking in a LOT of information in a short amount of time it's because I am. I listen to hockey things at 2-5x speed depending on if its a video on youtube (locked to 2x), a podcast (3.5x is my ideal speed), or my screenreader (5x) and often take notes, save articles as pdfs to go back to, and transcribe things for fun (only recently am putting my transcriptions as addendums to gifs... very rewarding <3). When not studying for my actual degree, I am reading about hockey or listening to something hockey related or watching hockey or writing about hockey or learning how to play hockey. i am so serious. please don't assume that this is normal, optimal, or even something I would wish upon other people. I am in Love with her in thee most wretched and irrevocable way. She's my hobby in the sense that shes my sun and im building my wax wings and looking directly at her light and thanking her for blinding me. amen.

more seriously, if I'm going down a player rabbit hole I will try many of these things - though not necessarily all of them, and not in this order (and i'm sure i've forgotten one or two things I usually try... lordy):

I go to spotify/apple podcasts and throw in player names just to see what comes up and listen to basically everything.

if they are on an NHL team, there are likely MULTIPLE podcasts dedicated to that team. trawl through their podcast archives, especially post-game podcasts where discussion is happening about their performance. sometimes there are even interviews <3

i do the same with youtube if I can...!

throw their name into reddit, tumblr, twitter and scroll. endlessly. just trawl through everything that I can possibly get my hands on. The more obscure the player the easier this is, because there really aren't that many things to find out about them and not many people are talking about them at all. <- this is how I make contact with people who are the only person that knows about this one (1) guy and then we hold fins forever. <3

find out who the teams beat reporters are. if youre looking into prospects, even juniors teams have people covering them. the writing might not be the highest quality but you WILL eventually find fun details if you go digging.

check: elite prospects articles, the hockey writers articles, find out the player's home town and see if their local paper has anything on them (basically, check any and all databases that use a tagging system or have a functional search engine)

helpful things to tack onto the end of google/youtube/database searches: "media availability" "post-game" "interview" "feature" "profile" "scouting report" "draft" "debut" "review" "highlight" "tournament"

if they're a player from a non-english speaking country it's worth throwing their non-romanized name into google to see what you can get. google translate the website // chatgpt translation are two options - not ideal and not to be trusted 100% over actual translation done by a fluent human speaker.

Instagram stories are the bane of my existence because they're so ephemeral

tiktok is a parallel universe to me. I do not have the app. any browsing I do on it is solely via googling "[team name] tiktok official" and clicking around on my desktop PC. I've only ever done this for M.Chrona's gf (who is much more famous than him) but if you're really doing down the rabbit hole of player research, some of their WAGs will post about them. <- as always, be respectful/not weird.

facebook for older stuff... genuinely makes my skin crawl so I avoid it and its a last resort LMAO but yeah teams used to post on facebook and everything!!! <- again. dont be weird and stalk peoples families or friends asjklakjl

"[player/team name] gettyimages [day/month/year]" <- substitute getty images for: flickr, hockeyshots, dreamstime, alamy

Substack is good for general hockey stuff if you can stomach the dreaded idea of subscribing via email or getting the app <3 I like: Jack Han (hockey tactics newsletter), Sean Shapiro (shap shots), Adam Gretz (adam's sports stuff), Thibaud Chatel <- for the analytics nerds, Alex MacLean <- his Scouting The Scouts series is what got me into substack in the first place, Greg Revak (hockey IQ newsletter) <- this is the one that's got me on development stuff atm SUPER rec because there's gifs and charts and many many hyperlinks included for citations <3

i should do a book rec at some point but uhhhh its getting late and im hungry <3 thank you for asking + reading if you got this far, I hope it was a helpful peek into my process?