#got out of work at 5 then went to my friends exhibition

[diggersofgraves]

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[toxycodone]

ship. captain grant mccurley (curly) x reader

content. general hcs + sfw + romantic

an. hehe u guys know i love doing these big ass hc posts to like. characterize and get a feel for how I write for characters sooo yaaaay enjoy this

general curly hcs (feat. the Tulpar crew near the end)

as much as I love scottish/irish/british curly,,,,he is american born. HEAR ME OUT. his parents/grandparents are immigrants buuuut this man is all american (where it counts ig).

he's from Colorado! his family mostly lives around there/mid america. He grew up playing a lot of winter sports (hence his love for it). As a kid he played ice hockey for sure and lost a tooth. there's a polaroid at his mom's place with him smiling happily after a game with a bloodied tooth in between his fingers

but as a pre-teen/teen he moved to the south. somewhere around the mid-south/mississippi basin. as sad as he was to leave Colorado behind, he latched onto southern culture sooo fast. I am a huge southern transplant Curly believer.

And this is when he meets jimmy. They went to 8th grade and high school together. After witnessing Jimmy's terrible ass home life, curly kinda latches onto him. It's a weird mix of being way too empathetic, his savior complex, and just desire to be useful/helpful/etc.

Jimmy basically lived with Curly his junior and sophmore years of high school. His household was abusive and terrible so Curly's own parents let him "sleep over". He has his own toothbrush, loofa, shower products, etc at Curly's. He didn't even ask for them either, Curly and his dad got them out shopping once.

^ Jimmy is thankful but oh my GOD does he resent curly for having such an unproblematic home life. curly has vented about his parents being too overprotective or something before and jimmy lashes out at him for it (oof)

Curly sticks up for Jimmy way. too. much. As much as he cares, it's actually kinda toxic. Curly never lets Jimmy face the consequences of his own actions, downplays all his shit, doesn't take the warning signs Jimmy clearly exhibits...he kinda acts as a barrier to Jimmy growing up and learning to be himself alone.

And on the other hand, Jimmy is way to enabling of this. It's easy. Simple. He latches onto Curly and like. feels threatened by any new friends, romantic interests, etc.

when Curly starts working for the Pony Express (an actual REAL career that takes Curly away from Jimmy)...Jim spirals. yeah.

He goes to jail. and when Curly gets back from his haul, the first thing he does is bail him out, co sign shit for him, etc. So again, Jimmy doesn't face the consequences of his actions. (and we see how that plays out in game...)

BUT YEAH. Jimmy is a mississippi native and he and curly do so much country ass shit together. hand fishing for catfish, mudding, hunting, all that jazz. they are avid rodeo fans too. Curly goes every year (he's tried to compete. broke his wrist doing those calf cathcing/tie down things i think)

Curly and the Tulpar crew have been together for a handful of hauls. (I mean in-game dialogue suggests this too). Knowing people that long means he's a well respected captain and they're kinda a little family!

Swansea is tough to work with, but actually respect's curly. This is bc Curly skirts by the typical PE rules, but not in a bad way. He's really adamant about safety and following protocol, which Swansea respects (although it's annoying). But the 5 hours of rest rule? Curly thinks that's ridiculous. As long as the work is being done, Curly doesn't count break time. So there's plenty of blankets or pillows lying around the common room in case anyone needs a nap on one of the couches. Curly also advises everyone have a blanket and pillow in their work areas during shifts for "comfort" (it's just code for everyone to catch some sleep outside of the time they spend in their quarters).

Curly also makes sure they have game nights + shared meals +etc. He counts these as "meetings" or "team building exercises" when sending reports to corporate.

Curly and Anya haven't been together too long compared to the others. The Tulpar haul is her second haul with Curly, but they've known each other for at least 3+ years and are pretty comfortable with each other. Curly made sure she felt as comfortable as possible being the only girl on their team. (well. yknow. until that ultimately gets tested.) But I think Anya and Curly aren't extremely close which explains why she doesn't immediately come to him w issues + why Curly doesn't deal w Jimmy in a harsher way (it's a combination of Curly being sleep deprived, favoring Jimmy, and ultimately his own paranioa and shortcomings. Curly has a real problem confronting Jimmy bc of his past w lashing out).

Curly is an insomniac. Not on Earth, but on hauls most definitely. He has a lot of anxiety about hauls (which he chalks up to being "normal") and the monotony of them drives him crazy. He's constantly a little sleep deprived.

He picked up weight lifting as a hobby on hauls bc cardio is like. impossible on that ship and it makes him feel good. <3 When he doesn't have access to the gym he does pull ups on loose bars on the Tulpar and stuff lol. He has a few weights and crap though. And that Pony Express brand protein powder is hella useful for cutting.

sfw + romantic

Oh he most definitely doesn't have a partner on earth. It's why he's facing his mid life crisis shit because he's like my god. all this work and status and nothing to show for it wtf. I think he really wants to have a relationship, but most people don't want to put up with the fact he's gone for about a year or so. off planet. with little communication.

On the Tulpar he keeps it in his pants. Curly is a professional and does his best to continue acting that way. But no one really comes onto him anyways? (if they did. my God I think he would be very weak to it.)

He has rizz. Like. Mr. Grant McCurley can fucking flirt like a champ. If he wants you he will make it clear. Ask you out for drinks. Then pay at the end. He makes it clear he's not expecting anything either?? Total southern gentleman shi

Insists on only giving a cheek kiss after the first date too like sheeesh (he's playing the waiting game with you. trying to keep you wanting HIM yeah he's good).

I like to think he's more traditional when it comes to romance like...dates weekly or bi weekly. Gives you flowers and chocolates and stuff. He actively pursues you and its soooooo <3333

No sex until at least after the third or fourth date too like. AGAIN. WAITING GAME. wants you to initiate that stuff (but he'll give hints like putting his hand on your knee and letting it trail up your thigh. YEAH)

He's the type who is always planning his life with you in it. Like, he's gotta have your fave snacks/drinks in his pantry/fridge. You have your own stuff at his apartment before you move in (that he bought, btw. he takes note when he visits ur place). His apartment feels like your home away from home. <3

He definitely rubs his stubble on you to annoy you when he gives you hugs. ewwww i hate men (im lying)

ok idk what else to write but. he used to use old spice but now uses a calvin klein cologne that man smells GOOD ASF

ok thats all i got enjoy

[thebubblesareevil]

Jobs are hard…humans are harder

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5

Danny was bored, there was no other way to describe it. School wouldn’t be starting for another month and he barely knew anything about this world, which unfortunately meant he didn’t know anyone in this world. No one but Diana that is, and the nice old lady next door who sneaks him candy. Unfortunately Diana spends half the day at work and as such Danny was bored. You can only watch the news concerning meta human rights before you go mad. True she would be home soon, they would have dinner and talk about her day, hopefully with no calls for Wonder Woman.

Danny groaned as he flopped over the side of the couch, trying to come up with something to do. Diana found him like that, half hanging off the couch, asleep, with the news playing in the background. With a chuckle she silently creeped over to the side of the couch. With groceries in one hand, she grabbed Danny by the back of his shirt and lifted. He startled awake as she lifted him to eye level.

“You do know I’m not a cat, right?” She smiled

“Really? I couldn’t tell, you play the part so well.” She snarked back setting him back down on the couch. “I’ve got the ingredients for dinner, wanna help?” She asked.

Danny nodded, slowly rising from his place on the couch. “Sure, what’s for dinner?”

“Spaghetti, grab the cutting board and start cutting the onions for the sauce.” Danny grinned

“Aye, aye Captain!” He said with a laugh. He grabbed his tools and got to work. “So how were things at the museum?”

“Things are going steady, with the new exhibit up and running we are getting an influx of visitors. It’s nice seeing the younger generation taking an interest in history.” Danny paused

“By younger generation, do you mean my age or Mrs. Gertrude’s age?” He asked with a raised brow.

“Very funny, back to chopping you. Garlic is next.” Danny laughed but did as he was told. “Speaking of your age, you turned 16 recently right?” Danny nodded. “There’s a position open at the museum, it’s nothing to hard, just leading a few tours. It may not be your ideal way to spend your time, however it would give you a way to get out and make some friends before school starts. As a bonus, you’d be getting paid.” Danny slowed his dicing.

“It’s better than anything I’ve come up with. But… I don’t know, maybe?” Danny shrugged. “I’ll have to think it over. I’ve never had a real job before, mostly just helping out around the lab. What’s the job? ” Diana gave him a sly grin.

“No pressure, they’re looking for someone to help run the space show. Of course, if you aren’t interested…”

“I’d get to run the space show?!?!?” Danny interrupted “Scratch that, I’d be getting PAID to run the space show?!?!” His face was split in a giant grin. Diana laughed.

“You would be getting paid to HELP run the space show. That means assisting guests, answering questions, doing a bit of clean up and anything else Dr.Scott needs help with.” Danny was nearly vibrating with excitement. “The application is in my purse, which you can fill out After we finish making the sauce.” Danny grinned and got back to work. Between the two of them they managed to get the sauce on the stove in record time.

While the sauce cooked, Diana gave him the application and she walked him through his new information. As they were talking they were interrupted by the news announcing a break-in at a bank nearby. Nothing to draw Diana from helping Danny… until they announced that the perpetrator was Cheetah.

“Danny, I’m so sorry. I promise I won’t be gone long.” She apologized. Danny shrugged giving her an understanding look.

“It’s all good, I can’t t lol you how many times I had to tell run out on my friends because a ghost attacked. I’ll be here when you get back and dinner will be ready. Stay safe, okay?” And off she went. Danny finished up the application, excited at the prospect of getting to tell people about SPACE. Once he was done he turned up the news to see how Diana was doing.

He watched as she fought like a true warrior, no hesitation, not a single motion wasted. The way she interacted with Cheetah though…seemed oddly familiar. The back and forth… there was no way.

He pondered on the thought as he got up to start the pasta. There was no way, right? That seems like the kinda thing you tell someone. It was possible of course, but well... only thing to do is ask.

About a half hour after Danny's "epiphany" the spaghetti was done and Diana was walking through the door. Once the food was served, Diana poured herself a lovely cup of wine. Of course she did this not realizing how much of an utter gremlin her newly acquired cousin was. She had fully settled into her seat, taking her first sip of wine when Danny decided to confront her.

"Are you dating Cheetah?" Diana spit out her wine, coughing as she tried to clear her throat.

"I'm sorry, care to repeat that?" she asked

"I asked, are you dating Cheetah? It's fine if you are, no judgement here. I mean, Ancients know I have some crazy exs, and gender has never been an issue..." He stops as he takes in the look of confusion. "What?"

"How... exactly did you come to that... interesting conclusion?" She asked. Danny shrugged.

"Honestly just the way you guys were bantering. Reminded me a lot about how me and my ex fought, sure she didn't know we were fighting, but I did." He said with a straight face. Diana couldn't help it, she burst out laughing.

"No, cousin, I am not dating Cheetah. Though we were once close friends." she said with a smile.

"Oh, okay then." Danny blushed. "Sorry for assuming."

"All is well, I will admit that among the women of Themascyra such things are commonplace. I too am not bothered by gender." she smiled "Now come, eat your food. I will be bringing you to the museum tomorrow so you can turn in your application. I’ll even show you around where I work.”

“Sounds great! Can we stop by the space exhibit? I wanted to check it out even if I don’t get the job.”

Diana smiled “That should be fine, I don’t actually have work tomorrow so barring another alien invasion we should have the day to ourselves.” Danny nodded and started to take a bite of his spaghetti.

The fork was halfway to his mouth when he froze “What do you mean ANOTHER alien invasion?!”

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Danny was practically vibrating with excitement, the meeting with Dr. Scott had gone well, and Danny had to be physically dragged out of the space exhibit by Diana once he realized they had a full section with an interview from a real live Martian! Next on the list to do was checking out Diana's section of the museum, then they would get ice cream like civilized human beings.

As they approached her section the woman at the desk looked up with wide eyes.

"Why Diana what a handsome YOUNG man you've got here, what's your name sugar?" she proclaimed with an obvious wink. Danny blushed, while Diana laughed.

"This is my cousin Danny, I told you about him. Danny, this is Doris, the world's best receptionist, I don't know how I'd survive without her." She said with a smile.

"Oh I'm sure you'd soldier on somehow. How're you like'n the museum Danny? I hear your lookin to work with Dr. Scott." Danny grinned.

"It's great! I turned in my application today and we did an impromptu interview, which I think went pretty well. We were just headed over to check out Diana's new exhibit."

"Oh well don't let me hold you up. You enjoy yourself hun." she said with a smile. The two headed further into the exhibit as Diana explained what it was she did at the museum. The more they explored however the more Danny was quite clearly trying to keep the grin off his face. It wasn't until they were walking to the ice cream parlor that he explained the cause of his glee.

"I just can't get over the fact that you are an ancient greek demi-god, telling people about ancient greek mythos as though it was nothing more than a religion, y'know like a liar. You are being paid to lie." Diana raised an eyebrow.

"It's not technically a lie. Many people worshiped the gods and so it was in fact a religion, I simple choose to leave out the fact that they were real." Danny grinned.

"Agree to disagree, now let's get some ice cream." the two walked through the doors of the unsuspecting ice cream parlor and, after much debate, each ordered a whopping ten scoops of ice cream. Which they then proceeded to eat at one of the tables, in less than 15 minutes, with no visible signs of brain freeze.

(The girl behind the counter might having an existential crisis as this was after the teenage boy talked the fully grown woman out of fifteen scoops. They don't even have fifteen flavors!)

All in all it was a good day.

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Danny was not having a good day. He was slumped over the table in the break room as Diana patted him on the shoulder.

"Three tours in one morning, with two more after lunch! And every single one had a Jeremy!” Diana quirked an eyebrow.

“A Jeremy?” Danny nodded.

“That one kid who tries to climb on all the exhibits and refuses to stay with the group no matter how many times his chaperone scolds him.” Diana gave him a solemn pat on the back.

“I know of them well, though for me, they will always be Misty. Don’t worry though school will be starting soon and the tours will slow down a bit.”

The timer on Danny’s phone went off and he groaned, taking one last swig of his toxic sludge from his thermos he dragged himself out of his seat. "Yeah, yeah, but then I'll be going to work AND school. I'm so happy I dropped heroing in this world, I don't know how you find the time!" Diana shrugged "I'm gonna swing by the coffee shop in the geology section after work with Travis, you want anything." Diana thought for a minute.

"Call me when you get there, depending on the rest of the day I might get a Frappuccino or solid black coffee with three shots of espresso." Danny nodded.

"Ah yes, the nectar of the gods, you got it!" He said with a grin as he took off. Diana smiled, happy that Danny was finally making friends, before she threw away her trash and headed back to work.

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By the time the end of their shift ended Danny had found a second wind. The last group of the day had been very well behaved with not a single Jeremy in sight, and all enthusiastic about SPACE! Travis was trudging along behind him in shock as he watched the teen who looked like he was going keel over not even an hour ago, seemed like he was about to start floating. He shook his head in disbeief.

"Danny, my man you are not human." He said not noticing Danny stiffen. "I wish I had your energy." Danny gave him a stiff laugh.

"What can I say? I just really love taking about space. I mean, considering the amount of known extraterrestrials currently active on earth! I can't understand how anyone could not be into space." Travis shrugged.

"Eh, it pays the bills at least." The two walked into the coffee shop, looking at the specials.

"Dude, you're 17, what bills do you have." Travis shrugged.

"I pay my phone bill, plus I'm saving up for my car." Danny nodded accepting the answer.

"Fair enough, hey you go ahead and order. I'm gonna call my cousin and see what she wants." Travis smirked.

"The hot cousin who runs the Greek exhibit? For her I will get all the coffee." Danny rolls his eyes as his phone began ringing.

"Calm down lover boy, she's way out of your league." a laugh sounded from the other end of the phone as Diana picked up. There was a slight commotion outside the café.

"And who is out of his league, exactly?" Diana asks, Danny smirks as Travis frantically shakes his head. Things started to get louder.

"Oh just this girl he's got a crush on, we're at the café. Did you decide what kind of day it is." Diana hummed on the other end, but before she could answer a security guard went flying down the hall. "What the hell!" he shouted. Danny ran over to the guard ready to help him up as Diana frantically tries to find out what happened. Before he can say anything though he feels a pressure against the back of his head.

"Look who's tryin to be a hero boys!" comes the shout from behind, Danny is roughly grabbed by his arm with a gun to his head. He started to shake as the attacker laughed. "Now we don't want any trouble y'hear? We're just gonna grab that pretty rock over there and be on our way."

Danny watches as the security guards point their guns at the thieves as the start to break down, a display on Dunite? Danny looks at the thieves confused. What could they possibly want with a fertilizer? Heck the only reason he even knew what is was is because he got bored waiting for his coffee! Danny flinches as the gunman pushes into his head harder.

"Not so brave now, huh kid?" he says with a smug tone. "This is what happens to heroes." he is practically shivering at this point as the gunman laughs. "Look at this! He's shaking in his shoes." Danny on the other hand has begun repeating a mantra in his head, practicing an inordinate amount of restraint.

'Don't break the human, don't break the human, Don't BREAk the HuMan!'

Danny clenches his fist in annoyance as the gunman continues to blather on about something called Kryptonite? and making his boss happy. He wasn't really paying that much attention, repeating his mantra over and over again. His concentration only broken by the gunman suddenly being jerked away. He turns around to find none other than his cousin standing behind him, sans glasses, in her full Wonder Woman armor with a rather angry look on her face.

It didn't take long for her to disarm and capture the criminals, with a quiet remark about a Frappuccino as she passed by Danny. She turned them over to the police before flying off, only to rush over to him minutes later frantic talking loudly about how worried she was. Travis ran to his side, shaking with fear.

"Are you okay man? What were you thinking! You could have been killed!" Danny gave him a sheepish grin.

"Honestly? I wasn't, sorry for scarring you dude." Diana put a hand on his shoulder.

"Danny? They need you to make a statement, you'll have to speak with security as well before we head home okay?" she asked in a soft tone as if he might break at any moment. And Danny might have believed the concern as well, if it weren't for the hidden mirth in her eyes. Danny nodded along saying bye to Travis before heading over to the police.

It was a full hour of telling the same story over and over again, to different groups before they finally let him go. As they walked out of the museum Danny drooped his shoulders. Diana wrapped an arm around him.

"I know you can handle yourself, grandfather told me that much, but are you okay? That was probably a bit upsetting." Danny groaned.

"That was embarrassing! I could take them all down in seconds, without even breaking a sweat if it weren't for one thing." Diana cocked her head to the side as Danny visibly deflated.

"Perhaps the fact that you don't want to be a hero?" Danny huffed,

"Well that and... you have to promise not to laugh." Danny said with pleading eyes, Diana used a finger to cross her heart in agreement. "I've... never actually fought a human before." Diana snorted "Hey! It's not funny! All my enemies were ghosts, none of which held back by the way. The ghost hunters always used ranged weapons or traps, no real need for confrontation!" he whispered harshly as they made their was down the sidewalk. Diana burst out laughing at Danny's expense.

"It's a little funny, you've got to admit it." Diana fought to calm herself. "If you'd like, I have plenty of experience fighting humans, I could give you some tips on not killing them on the first hit." Danny's eyes widened.

"Seriously?!?!?! That would be awesome! When can we start?!” Diana laughed as they approached their apartment.

"While I love your enthusiasm, I have a meeting with the team tonight, and I am responsible for monitor duty tomorrow morning." Danny frowned as they made their way through the lobby to the elevator. Once inside he spoke up.

"Aren't we supposed to be having dinner with gramps tonight? How's that gonna work out." Diana shrugged.

"I'm sure we'll find a way. I don't think he will accept an excuse of 'not enough time.' Speaking of which, you wouldn't happen to know what's on the menu, I may have a strong stomach but I think ectoplasm is a bit much."

Danny shrugged, "No idea, but it's not like he's gonna serve blob ghost stew or something. I'm sure he'll make something you can eat.

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Clockwork looked away from the screen showing his grandchildren with a sigh. Slowly he took the pot filled with stew and set it aside...

Perhaps he should defer to the Lunch Lady's superior knowledge on this particular challenge.

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I think I got everyone, here's a link to the Ao3 version as well

[ysabelmystic]

“I just came from r/196” ask game

Saw another post. I think I should invite y'all to one of our longstanding traditions. Answer the questions then tag 10 (or more) people. I'll go first.

Name? Frankie

Pronouns and gender? he/they/it, transmasc

Sexuality? Lesbian

Country? USA

Top 5 fandoms? Bungou Stray Dogs, Cosmere, All for the Game, Fundiesnark (not a series but I'm too deep in it to not consider it a fandom), .....the tornado fandom? (they're my special interest)

What is your Most forbidden snack? The preserved bones at the Atlanta Bodies Exhibition. They looked so crunchy...

Would you pet a bug? If it's big enough, it is pettable.

Share a weird fact/story about yourself with the class. I like to drive around rural areas and photograph old, sometimes abandoned locations in the dead of night. I have been literally chased out of towns by foot and by car on two separate occasions. The second time this happened, "See You Again" by Miley Cyrus came up on shuffle and that's the soundtrack my friend and I tore out of town to. Also every "guy" I've dated except for my most recent ex (who has big egg energy) is a lesbian now.

What does the color blue taste like? Creme brulee

What is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? The appalachian mountains of Tennessee in the middle of summer. There's kudzu everywhere. On the backroads, there were several old, dilapidated Baptist churches barely hanging to the side of the mountain. I wonder how many of them were still in use.

What is the stupidest thing you've ever done? Short version: my friend's house almost got broken into by this dude who'd been stalking us for months while we were home alone. Instead of calling the cops, we decided to confront him with a bow and arrow (me), a hatchet, and a baseball bat (him). The plan was that if it went badly, we would simply throw his corpse into one of the many lakes in the neighborhood and let the alligators eat his remains (this was Florida). Why? Because we were afraid of having our home-alone privileges revoked. Luckily for us all, the guy fucked off and we never saw him again.

Stupidest thing you've seen/heard someone else do/say? My ex thought that Jackalopes were real. Also, a nurse I was doing rotations with apparently thought that "Witness Protection" was for Jehovah's Witnesses.

Hyperfixation song? Young Enough + Bleach by Charly Bliss

Is there any meaning behind your profile picture and/or username? Profile pic; I'm transmasc and I'm currently obsessed with TriStamp. Username; It was my fake internet name when I was like 13. I won't change it because I want my mutuals to recognize me, and because I do have a viral post associated with this name.

Dream career as a child? Doctor (funnily enough I'm now in nursing school)

Dream career as an adult? Professional Jester. Not a comedian. I just want to be some weird little guy who dresses silly and you can hire me to roast your boss at work parties.

Thoughts on cilantro? Delicious

Have you ever been banned from a location and if so, why? I honestly can't remember? Probably... but in recent memory I've mainly banned people from places.

What is your cursed food combination? Pineapple on a hotdog with grilled onions. It Slaps.

Trans rights? TRANS RIGHTS

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[not-goldy]

let's also dead the narrative that jk wanted to see jm but he couldn't. If jk really wanted to spend time with jm he could have just called him or texted him, over a year has passed and some are still going with the "poor jk look at him doing wlives and asking about jm, he really misses jm a lot". jk can hang out with tae and his friends without needing to do a wlive or that anon who is ready to fight with jm for not giving jk enough attention, i know it's a joke but why is it always jm fault, why blame jm when he's so busy with his first album. again i repeat if jk wanted to see jm he could have just called him, and we all know jm would have made time to see him. now you will tell me how do you know they didn't do that, well i'm not the one who is still with poor jk and his wlives

Poor Jk 😔

Can't even want this man in peace🤧🤣

A. No one said he couldn't, everyone saying JIMIN SAID NO TO HIS ADVANCES. Period. Emphasis on his advances and yes he took it public to force JMs hands in the situation a manipulative move I know but a boys gotta do what a boys gotta do ya know??

He's not sorry. Nor am I.

And please speak to your client my client is ready to go down to the pits of hell to get his attention. Don't play with him.

He couldn't would imply Jungkook was the busy one no? But Jimin was the busy one. And was he busy? Was he busy though cos I could have sworn he was Face timing Tae and Jungkook treats him better than Tae so..... he's unhinged for that shit 🥴

To make things worse he don packed his things to live with his producers now that's enough to fuck a man up. Explain this to me cos I have him down for abandoning his matrimonial home and bed. That's 6 counts and counting.

And I don't know what you fuming for dude made time for Jungkook and ended up in Sapporo days before enlisting.

They had already filmed the show earlier and could have ended it there and yet they both decided to reshoot again with Jungkook all over Jimin.

Jimin went out if his way to give Jungkook what he wanted. Dude got what he wanted so it's neither here nor there if you think he didn't try as much to be with him.

Whoever needed to go to the other went to the other. It's giving admission of guilt your honor.

Now I'm gathering receipts in wait for your response cos I'm ready to fight you on this one and I'm not joking 🤺

Ohhh you are dead wrong for that Tae comment.

Need I remind you, Tae isn't the biggest supporter of your client's career. But guess who is??

THAT'S RIGHT MY CLIENT RIGHT HERE

Look at him, eyes poised for admiration lips ready to adore your client and ravage him. Don't get me started on the perked nipples. A soft pad for your client to rest his head on. Put some respect on him.

Ooooohh now you are triggering me

Did you not hear what Jimin said? Exhibit B paragraph C, and I quote, AND THATS WHY I CAME TO YOU. end quote.

Crowd can disperse now.

If Jimin went to him to make up for not being available how dare you pin this on Jungkook.

I'll have you know, coming on live is the final arsenal the 5 stages of grief dude was left with no choice.

Stage one. Never let Jimin leave your sight cos apparenrly if he goes it's hard to get him again.

2. Sneak into his room at night and stay there till he calls security. This one is not a joke.

3. If he is staying with his friends while working on his project post aggressive thirst traps online to lure him out.

4. Call security on him. Have him arrested and then go and bail him out.

5. Start a live and flash your chest and when he appears in the comments bombard him with requests

What more do you want from my client??

Your honor I want the death penalty for this Anon.

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Every Little Thing *He* Does is Magic, Chapter 1

Pairing: Platonic Steven Grant x Reader (for now)

Rating: T

Word count: ~1,250

Story Summary: The events of Every Little Thing She Does is Magic, retold from Reader's perspective after the fact to her best friend.

Tags/Warnings: Companion fic, canon Divergent since Steven still works for the British Museum post-canon, No Jake Lockley, developing friendship, spoilers for ELTSDiM

A/N: Reader wanted to publicly lust over Steven. I don't make the rules. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Once I get this caught up to the present timeline in ELTSDiM, I will be posting the chapters concurrently (or as concurrent as possible, anyway).

Y/F/N Y/L/N sighed as she unlocked the door to her apartment and walked inside.

She shut the door and hung her bag on the hook before setting her keys in the bowl on the side table in the hall. Thank goodness this place came furnished.

She had just walked into the kitchen when her phone rang with a FaceTime request.

Y/N grinned and swiped to answer. “Hey, Ames.”

“Tell me everything,” Amy, Y/N’s best friend since college, said in reply. “How was your first day as director of the British Museum?”

Y/N let out a light laugh. “It was interesting, to say the least. I just walked in the door, so give me a second to pour myself a glass of wine and I'll tell you all about it.”

She opened a cabinet and grabbed a wine glass before setting it on the counter. “I still can't believe I actually got the job.”

“I can,” Amy replied. “You single-handedly turned the university’s museum from a struggling, run-down relic into one of the most prestigious in the country in less than 5 years. You deserved this, girl.”

Y/N took a bottle of wine out of her refrigerator and poured herself a glass. “Thanks, Ames. That means a lot.”

She put the bottle back in the refrigerator then picked up her glass and moved to the sofa. “Okay, so… first thing I did when I got there was meet my assistant, Helen, who's this kinda older lady but seems pretty cool. Then I met the board of trustees, then I took a little break and was able to wander around the museum a bit.”

“You went straight to the Egyptian exhibit, didn't you?” Amy asked.

Y/N grinned. “How’d you guess?”

“Well let's see, you took every single Egyptology class you could in college, you were Dr. Reynolds’s only choice for T.A., and your doctoral thesis was on the excavation of King Tut’s tomb and whether or not it had been done ethically.”

Y/N laughed. “Okay, fair. Anyway, while I was in there, this guy came up to me and started talking --”

Amy gasped. “Wait, you met a guy? Why didn't you lead with that? Tell me more!”

Y/N shook her head with a grin. Amy, who had gone on to become a best-selling writer after college, was a hopeless romantic and had seemingly made it her life’s mission to ensure that Y/N was just as happy as she and her husband Blake were. “Okay, so there I was, looking at the statue of Mekhit, when this really attractive British guy comes up and tells me that the sign on it is wrong.”

“Was it?”

“Yeah, it actually was. The placard said it was Menhit, who is a completely different goddess. Anyway, so the guy starts explaining the difference between the two, but not in like, a mansplainy way or anything, and he was so adorably cute and excited about it that I just stood there and listened to him talk.”

“Did you get his number?”

Y/N shook her head. 

“What? Why not?”

Y/N took a sip of her wine before answering. “So we're vibing, right? Then I make a joke about accidentally praying to the wrong god because of a spelling error when suddenly the guy says, ‘oh yeah, I've been trying to get my bosses to fix this one for months now. Took them ages to fix the banner depicting the Ennead’.”

Amy's face fell. “Oh, you're shitting me.”

Y/N shook her head. “Nope. I shit you not.”

“He works there?”

“Yep. His name is Steven and he works in the gift shop.”

“Hold up, he's not even a tour guide?”

“Nope, he’s just really knowledgeable about Egyptian history. Trust me, I was just as shocked when I figured that out.”

“So then what happened?”

“Then he asked me if he could show me his favorite exhibit and took me to see Hathor.”

Amy groaned. “Ugh, that would have been so romantic had he not been an employee.”

“I know.” Y/N shook her head. “Anyway, he was telling me about how cool Hathor is when we were interrupted by this woman who I figured must've been another employee, because as soon as Steven tried to make a break for it she started in on him about ‘not bothering the museum visitors’ and how he ‘wasn’t a bloody tour guide’ and how his job is to ‘sell rubbish to whiny brats and their caretakers’, then said that the new museum director was ‘some poncy American’ when Steven asked her who it was -- all while still within earshot of me, mind you.”

Amy made a face. “Ugh, she sounds like a real piece of work. Who the hell even does that?”

Y/N took another sip of wine. “I know, right?”

“Oh, honey, I'm sorry.”

Y/N shrugged. “It's just as well. Steven had no idea who I was at the time either, and honestly, now that I think about it I'm not even sure he even had been flirting with me.”

“Still, though, that sucks.”

“It actually turned out okay, because when I got back to my office I had Helen pull Steven’s employee information file and girl, he was SO overqualified to be working in a museum gift shop.” Y/N grinned. “You remember how I told you that the tours were boring and that the first thing I wanted to do was to try to update them but the position for the head of programming and tours was vacant?”

Amy nodded. “Yeah.”

“Well, guess who's now the new Visitor Engagement Specialist?”

Amy shook her head with a light laugh. “Look at you, making lemonade out of lemons.”

“And not only that, but it turns out that the woman that had been rude to Steven was the gift shop manager, so after I talked to Steven again this afternoon and offered him the Visitor Engagement Specialist position I called her to my office for a little ‘chat’. Oh, Ames, you should've seen the look of sheer panic when she sauntered into my office, saw me standing there, and realized that she had both berated a subordinate and shit-talked me basically to my face.”

Amy nodded in approval. “Slay, queen, slay.”

Y/N shook her head. “Because it was my first day and I didn't want to have to fire someone right off the bat I reminded her of the museum’s policy on bullying and harassment and gave her a warning instead.”

“That's very diplomatic of you.”

“Anyway, I'm meeting with Steven on Friday to discuss his ideas for revamping the tours, and since we're getting some new artifacts in on Thursday I asked him to also sit in on my meeting with the curatorial staff while we discuss placement.”

Amy wiggled her eyebrows. “Hey, at least you'll have some eye candy.”

Y/N laughed and shook her head. “Not even gonna think about that since there's no point.”

“Ah well, at least you tried.” Amy glanced down at the corner of her screen. “I gotta run -- I have a Zoom meeting with my editor in 5 minutes.”

Y/N nodded. “Okay, I'll talk to you again soon. Give Blake my love.”

“Will do. Bye!”

Y/N tapped at her phone to end the call and smiled. Despite getting off on the wrong foot with Donna, all in all her first day as director of the British Museum had turned out pretty well. I think I'm going to like it there.

[dlstmxkakwldrlarchive]

240921 Fromm Store Fansign Event Q&A session

Q1. Jinki-yah I love you 🩵

ONEW: Is this supposed to be a question..? Thank you :)

Q2. How many minutes do you train in the stair climber?

ONEW: 15 minutes is the most I've done. And it's harder than I thought. Oh, but someone told me that there's an easy way to do it. You can listen to an album twice. Then it'll be over for 30 minutes. I can't do that. LOL.

Q3. Have you ever hit Ceo Jang with your ttakbam?

ONEW: Did I ever hit him..? /mumbling/ I think so since we're friends, but I don't really remember

Q4. There were a lot of outfits this time, but which one was your favorite? Like 'Oh, I want to keep this one and always wear it'

ONEW: Which outfit YOU liked the most?

@@: The yellow baseball uniform! @@: Friday Jinki (= sparkly tank top teaser outfit) @@: The pink cardigan one!

ONEW: I wore a lot of outfits this time, and I dressed with clothes I liked, but to be honest, the silver outfit...

Q5. Are you preparing for a future SHINee album? At what point are the preparations?

ONEW: I haven't heard any song yet, and I don't really know anything. I don't think anything is ready

Q6. What do you think about when you write lyrics?

ONEW: I think about an image!

*He explained that, for example, while he was writing 'Maestro', he thought about flutter kicks. Flutter kick was supposed to be the title, too, but it got changed to 'Maestro'

Q7. Were you the one who made hwijeokwijeok choreo?

ONEW: Yes! I've tried so many things. I tried everything, but eventually, I think it worked well as point dance, so I chose it

Q8. I think I could be happy forever if Jinki will always be with me

ONEW: Thank you :)

Q9. Between the countries you visited during the holidays which one you'd like to visit again?

ONEW: I went to many places, and in every place I went I was able to think about many things alone and so wherever I went... AH!

*ONEW got distracted and didn't really reply to this question lol, but he said he filmed a lot of things while he traveled. All the videos are still stored in his gopro cam, and he said that he could share them once he's free

Q.10 What's the first thing you do once you are home?

ONEW: I wash my hands

Q11. I'm from Chile. When are you coming to Latin America?

ONEW: /searching for them/ I think I need to be quick. It would be nice to make opportunities quickly because the purpose of concerts is to go. It would be nice if I could go there quickly and perform, right? If you want me there

Q12. I'm curious about what kind of performance you saw in Austria

ONEW: I saw a ballet performance but if you just go out, you'll find art from the exhibition within 5 minutes, and all the world's famous paintings are exhibited there, so everyone can watch this and that.

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[woodsfae]

My friend has a cat called Kiwi who loves the outdoors, but has no recall (hasn't been trained to come when called), so whenever she manages to bum-rush the door and get outside, she gets really hyped and runs around and it takes forever to catch her.

But, when I have been visiting my friend the last few weeks, I've been demonstrating very basic clicker training/positive reinforcement for training recall, for cooperative putting-a-harness-on, and general handler attention. I've only given this kitty about four, very short training sessions (less than 5 minutes...ideal length! But really, very beginning stages). Today when a maintenance person for the apartment came in carelessly, Kiwi got out. My friend had a hysterectomy 3 weeks ago tomorrow and isn't allowed to bend at the waist for weeks yet, so I went to catch the cat.

When I went outside with the clicker and some treats and called Kiwi, she came running! My heart was so warmed! Then, since she was overaroused, she bolted past me and went and crouched by the outside of her favorite window. I clicked the clicker, and she froze. The unconscious response and attention to the click, which always heralds a treat, worked a charm. I went over, picked her and up put her inside with a treat jackpot to reinforce all of those great behaviors she exhibited: handler attention, recall, and emotional self-regulation.

Any amount of positive reinfrocement training is SO helpful. It's enrichment and helps them be happier, more interested, and engaged kitties. It helps in emergencies. It let me catch her in two mintues instead of two hours. And when we went inside and I initiated some training games, she was so interested in them, and in interacting with me and cooperatively communicating about the training game.

My heart is overflowing with happiness today. It was lovely to be reminded so clearly that any amount of training is beneficial to the animal and their human friends. Kiwi's person was delighted to see how much our tiny bit of training helped the situation. More positive reinforcement at work!

[novemberhush]

Hi! Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this to ten of your favorite followers SPREAD POSITIVITY! 💌😘

Hey! Thanks for this!❤️

1) I like that I’ve rediscovered my love of reading actual books again. Which is not a diss on fanfic! It legitimately got me through the hardest time in my life (thus far) and has provided me with so much comfort, entertainment and inspiration, not to mention some wonderful friends. I was just in need of discovering some new worlds and characters and getting back into books has helped provide that. 📖

2) I like that I’ve been trying to embrace winter rather than just letting it get me down, as it has done in recent years. ❄️

3) I like that I’ve stuck to the promise I made myself two years ago that I would try to do more than just get up, go to work, go home, go to bed, get up and do it all over again. I’ve went to the cinema more, I’ve went to art exhibitions, to concerts, museums, etc, and it’s been really good for me.

4) I like that I’ve conquered my childhood phobia of dogs so that now I can pet all the good boys and girls out there! 🐶

5) I like that I feel more like the old me again, a happier version of me.😊

Thanks again for thinking of me!😘

[oillydiya]

Things Between Us | Cillian Murphy x OC

Chapter 12 : Envy's Inferno

A week later, on the New Ross film set,

Cillian was taking a break during the day, sitting down to review his script for the upcoming scenes. Suddenly, his ears perked up at the mention of Sansa's name in a conversation between Steve and Joe nearby. Without hesitation, Cillian joined in.

"Hey, what's up, Steve?" Cillian asked the director.

"Hey, Cill! Are you free this Friday? I was thinking of taking Joe and Finn to check out Sansa's art exhibition."

"Oh, is it this Friday already?" Cillian feigned surprise.

"You found her that gallery," Steve reminded him.

"Right, right. But how did you know about Sansa's exhibition happening this Friday? Did you run into her or something?" Cillian was genuinely curious about how Steve knew the date of Sansa's exhibition.

"I just happened to bump into Sansa at Mister Louis' the other day. She invited me to her opening, and asked me to bring you guys along too. See, I'm just following your advice, Cill, and it led me to Sansa again," Steve replied cheerfully.

"Okay, I'm in - No wonder my Friday evening suddenly cleared up. So that's why," Cillian teased Steve to keep things light-hearted.

"It's for Sansa, after all. I want to congratulate her."

"Me too," Cillian responded, before they went their separate ways to continue their day. After the conversation, Cillian felt a twinge of jealousy. He had spoken to Sansa just the other day, and she hadn't mentioned running into Steve -- Cillian didn't quite like how close Steve seemed to be with Sansa. He couldn't shake off a feeling of possessiveness over her!

Friday, at the London Gallery,

Sansa was in the midst of chaos, her head spinning from the hustle and bustle. She was almost late in getting her various art pieces to the gallery, dealing with transportation issues and her sculptures not being dry enough for transport from the main studio to the gallery. Thankfully, her dear friend Gigi stepped in to help with the preparations. Sansa thought if it weren't for Gigi, the exhibition might have been doomed from day one!

By 5 PM, the gallery was swarming with visitors eager to see Sansa's Master's degree final art exhibition. Classmates, professors, and the general public filled the space, bringing joy to Sansa's heart. Art was a significant part of her life, and finally, she was celebrating her graduation in style.

"Hey, Sansa," someone called out from behind her.

"Oh, Steven, it's you," she turned and greeted Steven, along with Joe, Finn, and Cillian!

"Wow, you look beautiful today. Not that you don’t always look beautiful, but today there’s something special -- Here! Congratulations on your exhibition," he said, offering her a bouquet of flowers.

"Thank you so much. I'm just happy you all could make it -- Have you had a chance to look around yet?" Sansa asked, gratefully accepting the flowers.

"We've just arrived. It’s really crowded. People must really appreciate your work," Finn added.

"Yes, I'm just as surprised to see so many people here. I have no idea where they all came from," Sansa replied, clearly overwhelmed. She hadn't expected such a large turnout, especially since she had hardly told anyone. She figured it must have been word of mouth from her fellow students that filled her gallery with so many visitors. As they were chatting, Sansa began to notice people within the event starting to pay attention to their group, likely because the three actors and a scriptwriter among them were quite famous in England, particularly Cillian! People were especially interested in him.

Just then, Gigi approached Sansa from behind.

"Hey, Sansa, I've got someone I'd like you to meet," her best friend said, oblivious to who Sansa was currently talking to.

"Cillian!!! You!!!" Gigi's words stumbled out in surprise when she saw all the actors.

"Hello, I'm Cillian. Good to see you again," he greeted Gigi, extending his hand, as well as Steven, Joe, and Finn.

"How did you all end up here? -- I had no idea I'd bump into you today," Gigi asked, confused. She had encountered Cillian by chance at Mr. Louis's, but now here he was at Sansa's exhibition!

"I'll explain in a sec, but... do you need something?" Sansa quickly asked her friend, hoping to steer the conversation away from any further questioning.

"Do you remember my friend Francois from France? I invited him to the exhibition today. Here he is! I thought you should meet him," Gigi introduced her male friend from France while Sansa gave him a quick look. Francois was tall, well-built, and strikingly handsome in a distinctly French way. Sansa felt confused. Why was Gigi introducing her to a man?

'Is she trying to set me up again? That mischievous friend of mine!!!' Sansa inwardly grumbled, aware of the setup.

She turned to introduce herself politely to Francois, "Oh, hello, I'm Sansa."

"I'm Francois," he responded, seeming about to say more, but Sansa quickly turned her attention back to Gigi, avoiding further conversation.

"What are you up to, Gigi? I really don't want to meet any guys or anyone else right now!" Sansa murmured, visibly annoyed.

"You need to meet someone today. You never do it on your own. So, here! I found someone for you," Gigi replied nonchalantly.

"Seriously! You're driving me crazy!" Sansa muttered in frustration at her friend's habit of making decisions without consulting her first.

"Like it or not, you're going to suck your first dick tonight. Consider it a graduation gift from me," Gigi revealed her intentions.

Sansa felt like she was on the verge of madness! She hadn't yet told her best friend about Cillian or about their intimate moment together. Who would just blurt out, "Hey, buddy, I had sex my first time with a famous actor"? It would be a massive story. So, Sansa decided it was best to keep her and Cillian affair a secret – letting Gigi believe she was still uninterested in anyone, wanting to keep her relationship with Cillian private.

As the crowd's attention began to focus more on Cillian and his group, making them uncomfortable because they were still standing by while Sansa and Gigi chatted.

"Maybe you guys should check out the artwork first, I'll catch up in a bit," Sansa suggested to Steven.

"Sure, we'd love to admire your work. It looks beautiful and diverse," he replied, before the whole group dispersed to explore the various pieces. Sansa stole a quick glance at Cillian, the two hadn't had a chance for a private conversation due to the bustling crowd, and she didn't want to arouse suspicion. As Cillian‘s group moved away, Sansa turned back to meet Francois, complying with Gigi's forceful introduction. They engaged in small talk, but Sansa soon excused herself, feeling too overwhelmed to continue the conversation.

Sansa excused herself to find some peace away from the lively atmosphere. Along the way, several people stopped her to chat and compliment her work. She responded briefly but kept moving, feeling overwhelmed by the crowd. Finding herself struggling to breathe, a sign of the panic she often felt in crowded spaces, she sought refuge in a secluded corner of the gallery. It was a quiet spot, rarely crossed by others, where one of her most beloved paintings hung. She spent a long time there, quietly admiring the artwork that meant so much to her.

"It's really beautiful," a deep voice sounded from behind her. Sansa turned around, locking eyes with those deep sea blue eyes.

"I painted it while thinking of you," she replied to him. It was a painting of a couple making love, with the man’s back to the viewer and the woman straddling him, looking out towards the observer. To an outsider, it might seem like a typical lovers' portrait, but only Sansa and Cillian knew it depicted them.

"I've missed you," he murmured.

"Me too."

"It's really crowded here. If it weren’t for all these people, I'd kiss you to congratulate you."

"Just having you here makes me happy."

"Who was that guy?"

"Do you mean Francois? He's a friend of Gigi”

"Hm! He seems handsome."

Sansa raised an eyebrow, "Jealous?"

"Yes!... I don’t like it when you talk to other men."

She looked directly into his eyes, "Don’t be jealous, I wasn’t thinking anything of it," Sansa said in a cooing voice, smiling at him. She teased him further, "You're cute when you're jealous," as she playfully bumped his shoulder with hers.

"If we were alone, I’d have you for that. So cheeky, such a naughty girl!" he growled back playfully, giving her a mock stern look. But their moment was brief, as they had to quickly separate when Steven, Joe, and Finn approached. The two discreetly moved apart, understanding the need to maintain a semblance of distance in the presence of others.

"Sansa, your work is so multifaceted. You're really talented," Steven complimented.

"Yes, I agree. I particularly love your sculptures," Finn added.

"Thank you so much for appreciating them. Is there any piece you're interested in? Once the exhibition is over, if you'd like any, I could send it to you," Sansa offered generously. Joe, meanwhile, was captivated by the painting of the couple making love that he was currently looking at.

"Could I have this one? I really like it," he pointed to the couple's painting.

"I'd prefer if you chose another piece. I'd like to keep that one for myself," Sansa immediately responded. Cillian felt a wave of relief that Sansa declined Joe's request for that particular painting, as he would've fought his fellow actor to keep it for himself if necessary!

The group chatted a bit more before Steven spoke up.

"Sansa, we should probably get going. It seems like we're starting to draw more attention. We'd better leave now so as not to disturb you further," he said as a farewell.

"Thank you all so much for coming to my exhibition today. If there's a chance, I'd love to treat you to dinner as a thank you," the young woman told her four male friends before turning to thank Cillian specifically for the gallery.

"Thanks again for the gallery," she said.

"You're welcome," Cillian nodded in response.

"Goodbye, Sansa," they all said their farewells and then left the event.

After parting ways from Sansa's art exhibition, the four actors strolled down the streets towards a bar, eager to continue their evening with some drinks.

"Wow...it was incredible. Sansa's work is beautiful. She truly has the soul of an artist," Steve remarked.

"She's really talented in these matters," Joe added.

"Did you see that painting of the man and woman?" Finn leaned in, asking everyone.

He continued, puzzled, "Damn! Was that woman supposed to be her? – And the man in the painting too. He's one lucky guy. Or could it be that French dude!" someone in the group murmured under their breath.

Cillian walked quietly, listening to the conversation without comment. He didn't particularly enjoy his fellow actors discussing Sansa in such contexts, it made him uncomfortably protective.

"Let's not talk about Sansa like that. She's been really nice to us. Man up, Finn. It's her private matter!" He cautioned his colleagues before they all arrived at a Soho bar. The four ordered beers and chatted about work.

"You're flying to New York this Sunday, right, Cill?" the scriptwriter among them inquired.

"Yes, I've got a movie promotion there."

"Your schedule is really packed, isn't it?" Steve teased.

The four guys were chatting about life, man-to-man, as one bottle turned into two, then three, four, five, and six. They were drinking heavily, fitting for a Friday night before a weekend break. By nearly eleven, it was clear Finn was significantly intoxicated. He turned to talk to Joe, and amidst their conversation, bursts of laughter escaped them, catching Cillian's attention just as Finn mentioned someone's name.

"He must be fucking her right now, having the time of his life. I wonder what positions he's putting her in," he muttered lustfully.

"I'm so jealous. Just think, Joe, spending the whole night like him. What would you do? It's mind-blowing to even consider," Finn said, clearly drunk, his question directed at Joe, asking Joe who was in a similarly bad state.

"Do as you desire, hmmmm," the two of them laughed at their own ludicrous fantasies.

"Who are you guys talking about?" Cillian asked them curiously.

"Sansa and that French guy we met at the event, that's who, Cillian -- damn, it's enviable," Finn replied.

"What exactly are you implying?" Cillian furrowed his brows, pressing for clarity on the subject of their conversation.

"That French guy must be Fucking Sansa right about now. They're probably having a good time," Finn replied, clearly intoxicated.

Cillian was instantly taken aback by those words, his drunken haze abruptly cleared as his eyes flashed brightly, a chill running down his spine. He felt a surge of anger towards Finn for speaking about Sansa in such a disrespectful manner again.

"What are you babbling about from your own delusions? She's our friend, Finn. Show some respect for her, or I swear I'll punch you if you don't shut up!" Cillian cursed furiously.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't make it up. She really is with that guy," Finn continued. "When Sansa was talking to her friend, I was nearby. I heard her friend say that tonight Sansa had to finally get with that French guy -- ask Joe, he heard it too," Finn pointed towards another friend to corroborate his story.

"Nonsense!" Cillian barked, turning to glare at Joe with anger, yet seeking confirmation whether what Finn had just said was true.

"It's true, Cill! I heard it too. Her friend even said that Sansa had to finally have sex for the first time," Joe confirmed what he had heard.

"Imagine that, isn't it enviable? By now, they must be having a great time," Finn continued to mutter.

"It might well be true. I saw her talking to that guy, they seemed very close indeed," Steve chimed in, reinforcing another point.

At this point, Cillian was filled with rage, wanting to punch the smirks off their faces. He was extremely frustrated by what he had heard, as he had been mingling with guests at the event and hadn't caught the conversation or seen what his despicable friends were discussing. He had only seen the moment when Gigi introduced the French guy to Sansa at the beginning of the event.

"Shut the fuck up, all of you! She's not like that. Stop talking about her, damn it! You guys are fucking disgusting!" Cillian yelled out loud, overwhelmed with anger and annoyance.

"I'm sorry, I'm drunk!" They apologized again and shifted the conversation to other topics. Yet, Cillian's mind was far from at ease. He couldn't understand why he was dwelling on those thoughts, which kept swirling in his head. Since leaving the exhibition event and as the clock neared midnight, Cillian hadn't yet called Sansa. He thought by now she must have returned to her apartment. 'Could Sansa really be with that bastard?' His mind began to imagine all sorts of scenarios.

"Damn it! Bloody hell!" Cillian cursed loudly in front of everyone at the table, leaving his friends puzzled about what was wrong with him.

"I'll be right back, need to use the restroom," said the agitated young actor, his mind in turmoil. He had to call Sansa. He needed to know what she was doing! Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to do anything else for the rest of the night.

Cillian hurriedly grabbed his phone and dialed her number. Beep... beep... beep... Only the dial tone, but no answer. He pressed the call button again, second, third, fourth time, cursing under his breath. Sansa wasn't picking up the phone at all. He was frustrated, angry, and completely restless.

"Damn it, that scoundrel!" Cillian's mind raced with wild imaginations at this point.

[borninwinter81]

You ever get the feeling that sometimes the universe thinks the time is right for a specific project?

Earlier this week, heavily inspired both by @rattusrattus3 and their collage box youtube tutorial, and the gorgeous corvid boxes posted by @korva-the-raven, I decided to make something similar myself. THE DAY AFTER that decision was made I found this wooden chocolate box in a charity shop for £1.99. It could not be more perfect for purpose.

I had been thinking the collage part would be difficult as I "don't really keep interesting bits of paper." As it turns out, the hell I don't.

That same evening I found this stash in my old art folder. I thought all I had in there were a couple of greetings cards.

Of particular use were the William Blake and Exploring the Gothic art exhibition guides. These are both really high quality prints and contain some gorgeous artwork. Thankfully I have a paper guillotine so I could cut out the pictures really neatly.

This is what I ended up with. I could make several boxes just from these!

Korva's boxes have individual compartments made out of matchboxes which are also decorated. I don't have any matchboxes, but then I recalled that I know how to make an origami box - I had a friend in school who was Japanese and her mother taught me. So, what if I was able to find some nice paper and make small boxes to go inside? Again, the universe provided...

These are from a pad of scrapbooking paper, 24 double sided sheets, 30x30cm (12x12 inches) for £4. Very thick and high quality and excellent for making sturdy boxes that are fit for this purpose. I didn't love all of it but these designs are beautiful, and I will have more than enough for this project and tons left for the future 😁

I thought to save it looking too "busy" I would just use one plain colour and one floral. Since the internal boxes need to be quite small I thought a smaller print would work best, and paired that with a plain purple. I used the guillotine again to cut the paper into squares that were the right size (after a trial run with some cartridge paper to make sure they would fit) and...

This box is super easy to do, probably why I still remember how to make it after being taught at the age of 5! Here's a tutorial.

Meanwhile the outer box got a couple of coats of black acrylic paint.

Then it was time to decide how to arrange my collage pieces. I quickly came up with this for the inside (Edgar Allan Poe themed, the large picture is an illustration to "The Raven" which is super appropriate for a corvid box, and the small one in the top right has lines from the poem "Lenore"). I'm still unsure about whether I will also do the base as its going to be covered most of the time anyway. I may just line it with more of the floral paper.

The outside was harder, but I've gone with some anatomical drawings, plus a couple of space-fillers which look pretty.

The edges are a little narrow so I'm not going to collage those for now, but I might see if any of the charms from my shiny things box would look good glued onto the sides instead.

Unfortunately I can't finish it just yet, as the only thing I haven't been able to get is modge podge - every shop I went into said "we used to have that but don't stock it anymore". So I ordered some online and I should have it within a few days.

Then all I'll need to do is decide how I want to fill it, I have lots of items to choose from 😁

Huge thanks to those who inspired this, it has been a project that I've absolutely loved, and I'm going to be on the lookout for more nice boxes so I can make another, I still have plenty of supplies!

[triviareads]

ARC Review of Charlotte and the Seductive Spymaster by Grace Callaway

Rating: 4.5/5 Heat Level: 4/5 Publication Date: January 11th

Premise:

Lady Charlotte Fayne is outwardly a respectable widow of the ton, and secretly the founder of a society of lady detectives. Her latest mission unearths a deadly plot by anarchists, as well as the shocking reveal that her late husband is not only alive, but also investigating the same group. 

My review:

This is the BEST second-chance historical romance with estranged spouses that I've ever read; The anger and resentment is REAL between Charlie and Sebastian— of course there’s gonna be hella beef when a hero is caught with his "mistress", refuses to deny it, fakes his own death, and emerges twelve years later and is caught out because he can’t handle his not!widow kissing another guy so he throws a rock at them. But what’s equally real is this all-encompassing attraction (obsession even) that never dimmed between them, even after twelve years apart. 

In the previous books in Lady Charlotte’s Society of Angels series, Charlie is seen as this level-headed, elegant lady… so obviously, this means in her book she’s very much NOT. She’s haunted by her husband’s betrayal and supposed death even as she completely fails to move on with other men (and believe me, Francis Devlin tries lolol). She’s also in the position where her friends and fellow investigators are getting married and having kids all while she feels like the odd one out. That being said, she’s still the classy, hyper-competent investigator we’ve all known to come and love. 

Sebastian is a smooth, equally hyper-competent spy, and is down just as bad for Charlie as he was twelve years prior, except he knows he’s in the doghouse after the whole faked-death thing. I did have to laugh at Seb’s wistful thinking early on about what would have happened if they weren't separated, something along the lines of "we were horny before, but who KNOWS what kind of kinky fucks we could have become if we had more time together :( ". And his secrets don’t end with his faked death either; there’s more to Sebastian’s past that he slowly starts to reveal while he tries to regain Charlie’s trust and it was really heart-wrenching to read how he grapples with his need to protect Charlie and his own internalized shame. And all of this is happening while the two of them work together to thwart an anarchist organization in the lead-up to the Great Exhibition. 

I liked how Grace wrote Charlie and Sebastian’s path to reconciliation: sure, the attraction, respect, and even the love between them never really went away, but it's the hurt and lack of trust that keeps them apart juuuust enough for most of the story so they keep doing dumb stuff like agreeing to a no-strings FWB relationship. It’s also this lack of trust that leads Charlie to assume the worst about Sebastian based on some questionable third-party sources.

Speaking of which, I appreciate that this book establishes that abusive and coercive sexual relationships and grooming comes in many forms and that boys and men can absolutely be victims in a way a lot of other historical romances don't, or skirt around. There are plenty of HR heroes I've read who blithely describe having sex with much older women when they're little more than boys, and a lot of times it's glossed over and we move on, but I am very glad this book was not one of them.

The sex:

Classic Grace Callaway sex scenes, which means it’s hot and heavy, the hero usually professes wanting to eat the heroine out 24/7, there’s generally one sex act that’s never been done before in Callaway-verse and no it’s not him eating ass (which has happened before, and happens here— good on them), and someone might say “gamahuche” but that’s alright and you move on. Charlie and Sebastian have this super hot give-and-take, almost-goading dynamic where they each give as good as they’ve got and there’s a decent chance arguments might end with sex. They also do that thing in second chance romances that I love where they know EXACTLY what the other person likes and they aren’t afraid to use it on (against?) them. 

I feel like the Lady Charlotte series has been a little more sex-toy forward (see: Pippa and Cull and ye olde sex swing), so it feels inevitable there would be a scene where Charlie shows Sebastian exactly how she pleasured herself for the twelve years he was away, namely, with a collection of dildos. I’d say that was the hottest scene in the book, but it’s also tied with The Time They Do Things With Meringue And A Butter Boat. 

There is also scene where she employs a riding crop on him (in public! After some sexy shadow puppetry!), and while the crop itself wasn't used that much, it DID serve a purpose, and if that purpose is Charlie utterly failing to edge Sebastian as punishment for not telling the truth and accidentally getting him off sooner than she wanted, then so be it. 

Overall:

I adore Grace Callaway and this book hit all the points I wanted from a second-chance romance with a married couple: it had the romance, the tension and angst, and you immediately feel that despite their estrangement, Charlie and Sebastian know each other better than anyone else and in that sense, they truly belong together. I would absolutely recommend this to any historical romance reader, though I do suggest starting from the beginning of the Lady Charlotte series. 

Thank you to Grace Callaway and her team for the ARC in exchange for my review.

[fxreflyes]

Prithee tell us about your favorite visits to museums, firefly. It’s a long and silent January night and your stories will keep madness from us. (To be read in the voice of a Dickensian child of 6 years old, sitting before the hearth.) ☕️

hey hey!! :) my favorite seafaring vessel, a joy as always to meet u here. fret not, i will not let madness consume you! <3

(the context for the voice definitely helped, i most certainly did read it in the voice of a dickensian child. i can hear the crackle of the hearth as i pen these words!)

oh where to start! this is a bit of a brain dump, but is semi-chronological and images included in the order of discussion

first, summer of 2016, going to the hermitage and making puns about all of the art! they were not good puns. i believe my brother called the statue below a "boar"ing statue. it was quite hot since we went in summer and we were very surprised that the musuem had no ac since there is generally some to protect the art from the elements. so twas a very sticky and humor filled walk thru some art that has seen quite a lot (pic 1)

fall of 2018, went to the met's heavenly body's fashion exhibit with 2 friends from high school. i love & still go to musuem's w one of them, she's v sweet. the exhibit took place in the part of the museum that is older and looks like a church, so it was v prescient!! (pics 2-4, the leather jacket was so cool)

spring 2019, went to the met again (can u tell i went to college in nyc) and to the frick for my art history class to do a scavenger hunt for the class. quite honestly the most fun assignment ever. it was going through the museums and finding the art and writing about it. there were 50 or so things to find out. we went 3 times total for 3 sessions of the hunt. went w my dad for one, he has said he wants to do more even now

fall of 2019 i went to the met's instruments of rock n roll and saw instruments from a lot of famous musicians! i have a bunch of pics of them, but was v fun i went w my dad and got a bunch of music taste from him so that was cool. i was v amused by this many headed guitar hahaha (pic 5)

winter 2020 i went to a black tie gala in an art musuem so that was v fun & festive!!!

ok covid took a hit to this list so fall 2021! natural history musuem in london! went w my brother bc he was doing his masters same time as i was studying abroad there. i mean it's gorgeous. my brother is v interested in rocks so spent a while in the geology section! lots of cool rocks.

feb 2022, went to the met around my bday! my bf flew to visit me. saw very cool swords. pictured below!

summer 2022, went to the Louvre and the musee d'Orsay! saw the painting of dante and virgil in hell which was v cool, i have always loved that one.

for the sake of brevity, lets go to feb 2023, went to the whitney to see my fav artist edward hopper and an exhibit on him! went w the same friend as i went to the met in 2018 w. went w my brother too. fav exhibit ever probably, just bc i love hopper and i have included my fav painting by him, new york movie! my mom had a book on hopper growing up on our coffee table so always read it

oh my this is not brief. the fire is dwindling! ill stoke it.

this summer! the prado in madrid! i love goya so seeing his work was just so cool. they v sadly didnt allow photography in the museum but saw his black paintings the ones w saturn eating his children.

i hope my little tales help stave off the madness <33

[frunbuns]

I finished reading Jedi: Battle Scars not that long ago and some parts of it really got me thinking.

I am nowhere near an expert and my information comes from the Internet, so take what I say with a grain of salt.

However, several times in Battle Scars we see Cal taking on the role of a target so the rest of the crew aren't in danger. This is something Merrin notices and takes great problem with, and it takes Cal a great effort to let this behaviour go for her.

Supposedly some effects of childhood trauma is that you're more likely to participate in dangerous and risky activities, so one could hypothetically tie this to that, as well as the fact that he already has lost 2 caregiver-figures in his life bc they were trying to protect him and is unwilling and/or feels uncapable of going through that trauma again. Even a friend.

There's also the fact that Cal and Cere struggle to see eye-to-eye in the book, something that they argue about. Cal wants to take down the Empire now, while Cere wants to build something for the future. Cal struggles to see how that helps when there might not even be a future for the Jedi. Cere struggles to see how productive it really is to put themselves in danger, but Cal is more than willing to risk his life.

This makes me think about how individuals with childhood trauma may have a hard time planning for the future. Children who grow up under conditions of constant threat are so focused on the now, and surviving right now that planning ahead and anticipating the future becomes hard, if not impossible for them.

Maybe Cal feels that because there is an ongoing threat, he cannot even fathom creating something for something that is so far away, and maybe even impossible in his eyes. It doesn't matter if there'll be no one around to see it anyway.

We also know from jfo that he struggles to trust Cere and Greez at first, and he feels hurt when he finds out Cere hasn't been entirely truthful with him. Cal has lived in a world where he has been unable to trust anyone fully for the past 5 years, so when his trust gets betrayed he reacts harshly, though not all that immaturely. He doesn't particularly want to talk to her, and gives her the cold shoulder for a while, but they both agree to put it aside for 'later'.

As well as having trust issues, a person who has experienced childhood trauma may have trouble expressing and regulating their emotions. They may either have extreme outward reactions, or internalise it. Though I may be stretching this a bit far, it does take some time for Cal to start forgiving her, and even understanding why she may have done it.

It seems to be a fairly agreed upon fact that trauma can alter the very way your brain works, and for children whose brains are still developing, it can lead to problems that last well into their adulthood if left untreated.

I feel like it's fair to say that Cal may be exhibiting some of these symptoms, whether intentionally or not from the writers' side. It can certainly help explain more reasons as to why he thinks, acts and reacts as he does.

It does, of course, not mean that it's everything behind the way he is, but it can act as a part of why. A sort of explanation that could impact him and his life. There's reason to believe that his trauma affects him, but is not necessarily the whole reason why.

Cal was so young when he went throught hat trauma, so of course it's going to impact his life. Going through any kind of trauma can alter your entire life. He's one of few who survived a genocide. He's had to live in hiding, with fear and mistrust. And it's not really over, is it? It's still incredibly dangerous to be force sensitive. The Empire still rages across the galaxy, and it will for longer yet, but at least now he's got friends and support from people he loves, and who love him back.

Do with that what you will, and feel free to add to this if you wish

[gohandinhand]

1, 7, 25

1. chipotle order? ugh okay not to spoil 26 but despite growing up on mexican food i have no spice tolerance, so i have a pretty basic order. either burrito or burrito bowl with extra black beans, brown rice, corn salsa, cheese, double lettuce, and guac.

7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium? finally my favorite question 🥰 i'm always thrilled to see cephalopods, especially octopus! any mammals they have tend to be quite interesting. but the biggest thing is anything special that aquarium has. i went to the scripps aquarium on my work trip a couple of months ago i lost my everloving mind about the little penguins - there are only 5 other aquariums in the country that have them and i've been following the new zealand national aquarium online for years because of their little penguin exhibit. thankfully by this point i'd long since ditched all my coworkers so when i finally tore myself away from the penguins after 40 minutes i immediately walked into the seadragon feeding and sat there entranced for another 25 minutes. unforch, seadragons live in low light conditions lmao

i also got to see a cookie cutter shark specimen which i was so surprised and excited abt and i did stick my hand in the cleaner shrimp touch tank because they get to opt into interacting so it was rly fun! i was also thrilled to see mola mola at the monterey bay aquarium, and the shark tunnel at the toronto ripley's aquarium had me truly & completely losing my shit with excitement, i insisted on going through multiple times. anyway sorry that turned into a recitation of cool shit i've seen, i genuinely am excited to see everything at the aquarium and i love to spend hours in there reading the placard on every single display, i'm very lucky that i get to visit so many aquariums when work is flying me around! i love them and i'm going to visit an aquarium on my birthday again this year! however i am surprisingly reserved about touch pools? i'm happy to look but idk... i know they swap the creatures out regularly so none of them get too stressed but it still doesn't feel right to me to go poke the urchin when i get plenty from looking at it. cause can't you stare at this shit for eons?

25. would you say you have good taste in music? idk about good but it's. hmmmm it's sure something. no one can figure out what it is. a couple of friends can now pretty consistently guess whether i'll like a particular song but god knows what the unifying thread is. my sister was visiting recently and i drove us around for a day trip and asked her to describe my music taste and she said 'irish folk' which is funny because i don't actually have a single irish folk song in my library? anyway angie labeled a lot of my music 'snoozers' so a lot of people probably think it's bad yeah

[ayyponine]

much like last year i got to enjoy some studio visits this weekend B)

(commentary in addition to description linked to each photo individually)

started out fresh w an art gallery (1, 2, 3) w some cool, colourful, eclectic and playful pieces on display. made a quick stop at work to say hi to a colleague i hadn't seen in a while before making my way to

my second location and biggest must-see (4, 5). Had a nice chat w artist who saw me look at one of her canvases frm the side so she was like lol do you paint or smth. bc i recognise how you're viewing these works when i go to a museum i do the same exact thing. I loved getting her perspective and a glimpse into her work process even if it's so different from mine idk it was cool! There was a whole collective of lil art studios scattered about the building surrounding a courtyard so i also entered a diff place and look. they were all about making zines. a group of ppl was chatting and making em. so i entered and was like hi ja sorry i kom ff binnenvallen maar ik weet niet goed wat er..... te bezine valt. which instantly made me cringe so hard i was ready to leave but the girl leading the workshop seemed thrilled to have me and explain the setup even if internally i was still like oh god why am i like this rip. i think i missed out on some more ateliers but mostly bc a lot of the artists were gathered in the lil courtyard having drinks and chatting and i was too intimidated to ask fr info or be spotted looking lost like some IDIOT so on i went rip.

quick stop at kids clothing shop which always cheers me up it's so whimsical and i want their stuff fr

Then onto 6, 7 where they had some cool stuff fr sure but the location was such a cramped and cluttered old row house and i had already spent my whole day walkign around in a T-shirt so especially trying to navigate around other visitors this was just not it babes. i moved on before having seen it all despite being interested bc i just needed to get tf out.

Managed my good deed fr the day when i spotted a confused looking older couple w a wheeled suitcase and personally guided them to their hotel

THEN on to this hidden lil atelier where i also went last year + attended a grand total of 2 life drawing sessions in the months after. again while arriving i was faced w the distinct feeling of having barged in on a private party of artists all at a table sharing a leisurely drink on a dreamy sunday afternoon rip BUT. the artist i talked to last time/followed the drawing sessions with was there, still knew me by name and made some small talk to help me feel welcome what an absolute gem. he even proposed i sit w them at the table & hang out fr a bit, when i said like hmm thank you but to just join up w a group of friends who all know each other it's a lil daunting he even said like but i know them, and i know you so its all ok :) i was internally like cool. i would takea fucking bullet fr you btw this is totally fine and i can not believe you are still willingly talking to me, the single most embarrassing person to ever exist in the world

anyway i did not accept the offer to stay fr a while but did chat w some of the other artists which was again super cool, to get more info on the diff works on display. they seem like a rlly sweet and charming collective of people and i wish i didn't feel so ashamed of myself so i couldve spent more time with them all but aint that the way. debating atm whether i should sign up fr another life drawing class or if the guy was only being nice bc he felt obligated and would actually prefer i keep my flustered and off putting vibes tf away from his personal and professional work space idk.

anyway. i had the wrong address so almost missed out on my last visit but in the final hour it was still possible i did manage to find the last location (8, 9) w an exhibit on themes of europe, durability and the meaning of home. there was a really cool piece on trees & difficulty in their sap stream where you could touch a chunk of wood and feel clicks resonate through a speaker mounted on the back, a glass installation on koekhappen re: jumping through hoops fr resource accessibility & probably my fave: the audio of welcoming messages. esp smth about the french speaker was so warm idk there seemed to be genuine relief in the confession of "je suis tellement heureuse de te voir, que tu m'as manqué" which also btw. god ive always loved that expression. ive missed you you have been missing FROM me or smth more in that direction of semantics i. insane

then biked on to my moms again to get some got damn. peace and quiet. and a cinnamon roll w vanilla ice cream <3