#he also got me office?? but?? i'm not paying for it. so?? 😳

[daz4i]

bless the computer guy who saw that i had (pirated) photoshop on my old laptop and downloaded an upgraded version on my new one. without me having an adobe account. Huh

[paulinedorchester]

Okay, let's get going here. ( @smallpotato80 has already weighed in!)

First things first: Eva Feldman!!!!

Let me get my carping out of the way:

Have you never been caroling before, Eva? I'm Jewish. We have Hanukkah instead.

To begin with, it's late December, she'll have been with them for close to three months by now, her name is Eva Feldman — and they're just now learning that she's Jewish? Really? I can believe that of the ever-abstracted Siegfried, possibly, but not of the others.

Second, the use of the word "instead" could lead some people to the pernicious notion that "Hanukkah is the Jewish Christmas," which it is not. That's been said a lot, I know, but I have a moral duty to keep saying until the idea is dead and buried.

Are you ready to meet Father Christmas, Eva?

Ick.

Under the circumstances, it would probably be best if I were to refrain from telling you what I think about the whole Santa Claus / Father Christmas / Whomever Else thing. I will say only that I believe that Lying To Children Is Always Wrong, even if it's only about where their presents come from. (That just scratches the surface of what's wrong here, though.) Having said that, Richard Alderson as Father Christmas is a hilarious idea that really pays off, and I enjoyed Helen's remark that talking to him in that guise "might put [Eva] off Christmas for good!"

And brava, Audrey, for rising to the occasion! Not perfect (pop quiz, everyone — what's wrong with this picture?),

... but a fine, laudable effort nevertheless! (And Hanukkah did indeed begin on the 6th in 1939! Good for you, Ben Vanstone!)

I've been preoccupied with the problems of Jewish evacuees (of all ages) and their hosts for several years now. School-aged children were evacuated with their schools, so it would be interesting to know what sort of school Eva attends. Are there other Jewish children staying in Darrowby?

And where has she come from? The classic image of urban evacuees in the country — promulgated in no small part by the Women's Institute — is of impoverished children who were filthy, habitually ill-mannered, and larcenous. Eva is nicely dressed, plays the piano (and recognizes that it's out of tune), and looks forward not only to letters but also the occasional phone call from her parents. Her father works for the War Office; she's clearly not poverty-stricken. Very little seems to have been written about middle-class evacuees in the U.K. They can't all have been sent overseas.

We need to know more! Here's hoping that this becomes a real plot line, and Eva a regular character! (The fact that her name is Eva, rather than Eve, raises the possibility that her mother — probably not her father, as he's a civil servant — is a German or Austrian national. That could make for serious trouble in 1940, as mass internment got underway.)

Audrey/Gerald:

Well, at least it's out in the open! Good! Now, how do we get him back from Hull?

Tristan:

O.M.F.G. 😳😲😢

Does this happen in the books? Did Tristan's real-life counterpart do this? (Those aren't rhetorical questions. I've never read any of the books.)

Stepping back for a moment and looking at this disaster, as I always try to do, as the aspiring actor I once was, it's pretty clear what's going on here. My understanding is that, under union rules in the U.K., a producer can require an actor to commit to no more than three seasons/series of a TV show. (The standard in the U.S. used to be five; that may have changed.) Callum Woodhouse is young; he was already in The Durrells — set during exactly same period — for fully four years; he probably doesn't want to be too closely associated in the public mind with any one role (or era). Sounds painfully familiar, actually, but it's understandable — and it certainly explains the end of Tristan/Florence. (I was quite disappointed about that!)

In any case, please forgive my ignorance, but what exactly was the Royal Army Veterinary Corps doing during World War II? I'm almost certain that there were no U.S. Army veterinarians after World War 1 (although @mercurygray undoubtedly knows more than I do).

All Creatures Great and Small 2022 Christmas Special (or s3e7, as we call it in the U.S.):

There is a lot to dig into here! I watched it through the haze of a low-level migraine, though, and will have to look at it again, so I'll post my comments in the coming days.

[idy-ll-ique]

jealousy, jealousy

pairing: ceo!steve rogers x f!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: smut at the end (can you tell steve has a domesticity k*nk because— 😳) unprotected sex so don't learn anything from my fics and use some damn protection

requested: by my best fren @roguese7en 🥰

What if ceo admits his feelings to his assistant reader and she is like "you only keep me around cause you like me ? Not because of my abilities , degrees , hardworking etc etc " and she start hyperventilating like oh no that's why all her colleagues hate her and all her hardwork is washed down the drain but ceo is like " no , no I did keep you around because of how hard you work at first and you still do but I just over the months realized you are so beautiful ...... shit it came out wrong , sorry I scared you . Wait ....... who hates you ?"

word count: ~3.3k

summary: steve plans on telling y/n how he feels by calling her to his house to help him with some paperwork. but it doesn't go as planned and lot of workplace secrets are revealed... thankfully, it all works out in the end

author's note: hiya peeps! so @roguese7en has already read this fic and she liked it so i just wanna post it here because it's high time i post something lmao enjoy!

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"Y/N? What are you still doing here?"

Caught in the act, Y/N looked up at her boss, Steve Rogers. He was frowning at her; though it seemed like more of a confused one rather than a disappointed one. "I, uh, I just—"

Y/N Y/L/N was the assistant of CEO Steve Rogers, who owned a massive company that also had international branches. He was widely known across the globe as well; every day, without fail at lunchtime he'd go out, only to return 2 hours later. And ever since Y/N began working for him, she spent her lunch break in his office rather than with all her other colleagues in the cafeteria.

Why? They all hated her. It wasn't like a discrete thing either, they were very open about it. They called her names, bullied her, and also often told her that the only reason Steve had hired her was because he found her to be physically attractive. They even insinuated that the two had a sexual relationship, and that's how she got her job. So her degrees were just useless, right?

She avoided them like the plague; she only ever spoke to Steve, and spent all her breaks alone. But that day, Steve had apparently come back earlier than usual, and caught her sitting on the couch in his office, going through her phone. He was incredibly confused; why wasn't she outside like the rest of his employees? His office was strictly out-of-bounds for loitering around.

"You know you can tell me, right?" Steve smiled softly, taking a seat behind his desk. Y/N had started working for the man around 2 years ago; she was the best damn assistant Steve could ask for. Not only because she was super hardworking, very intelligent and amazing, but also because he… he had a mild infatuation with her, AKA he was in love with her. The woman was simply brilliant.

She was kind of overqualified for the job as well; one day, he'd asked her why she didn't just open her own company and she'd replied that that was simply not her thing. She liked the work she was doing now; managing his timetable, arranging his meetings, looking after some of his work… Plus, he was paying her well, so why would she choose stressful work when this job existed?

That had earned her massive respect from Steve. As the two continued staring at each other, Y/N sighed. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again," she muttered, rubbing her neck. "I just wanna ask, why? I've also noticed you don't talk to anyone much; is there a particular reason why?" She shook her head. "I'm just… shy, I guess." Y/N decided not to snitch on anyone, since that would only make them hate her more.

"Understandable. Should we get to work again, then?" Y/N gave him a smile and nodded, checking his timetable on her phone. "Mr Stark is coming to meet you at 3 pm, if you remember," she reminded him and he nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Right, right."

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"Thanks so much for being here, Y/N, you are a literal angel, I swear." She chuckled bashfully at his words. "You're my boss, Mr Rogers, you know I'll do anything you ask me." Steve's mind immediately went to the gutters at her words and he cleared his throat. "Right, so there's some paperwork I need to finish and can't do it alone, so—"

"That's what I'm here for."

A few days had passed since their interaction in his office; they were at Steve's place, and it was very late at night. He'd sat doing paperwork the entire day but as the night rolled around, he realised that it was too much work for a single person. So he called the one person who he knew would never hesitate to help him— Y/N.

She'd showed up just a few minutes ago. Y/N sat down on a couch in his lavish sitting room, looking around. He lived in a luxurious skyscraper, and his apartment was easily 10 times bigger than hers. The living room was littered with comfortable couches and the view from the apartment was to die for. The "walls" were actually floor-to-ceiling windows.

She'd only ever seen an apartment like this on social media. And to be inside one? The one whose owner was her extremely hot boss? The feeling was unparalleled. Steve soon returned with two glasses and a bottle of champagne, sitting next to her with a sigh. "Oh, what's this?" Y/N blinked when he popped open the bottle, pouring the liquid into the glasses.

"I'm really tired of writing, can we start later?" She chuckled and accepted the glass from him. There was silence for a while as they had their first sip; Steve was the one who commenced a conversation. "So, how are you? Made any friends at work yet?" Looking down, she shook her head. "Nah, I don't know… maybe later." He nodded.

"Are you seeing someone?"

She tilted her head in confusion. "Asking because I thought maybe your boyfriend told you not to talk to anyone… some men are assholes like that." Y/N laughed at his words. "No, no, I don't have a boyfriend. Plus, even if I did have one, I'd certainly not date someone like that," she scoffed at the end, making Steve laugh as well. "Yeah. I'm single as well, ya know," he hinted softly.

Y/N looked at him, surprised. She genuinely didn't know, he kept his love life very secret. "You are? Seriously? No one wants to date you? Man, people have incredibly high standards then." Steve gave her a wistful smile. "It's not that, it's… the one I want probably doesn't want me. I know a lot of people who are interested in me, I'm just not interested in them." Y/N nodded.

Because to be honest, who wouldn't be interested in him? She herself had a huge, huge, huge crush on him; he was just so amazing. Kind, charming, funny, helpful, good looking… basically her type. "You can try telling her you like her, you know? I bet she'll say yes." The words were making her want to tear up.

Of course he didn't like her back, why would he? Surely he'd prefer someone with his shared social status. Hearing her response, Steve kept his glass down and turned to face her on the couch. "Alright, I'm gonna tell her." She gave him a grin, but was massively surprised when Steve took her hand, bringing it to his lips.

"I really, really like you, Y/N."

This was not happening.

They can't be right.

They just can't.

"You don't!" she screamed, standing up abruptly. Startled, Steve watched in shock as she pulled at her hair, her eyes filling with tears. "Y/N—" She furiously shook her head, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "So what, you— you just hired me because you think I'm cute? My degrees, my hard work, my qualifications just don't matter, huh?!"

Steve immediately realized the issue was a bit deeper. Not losing his cool, he stood up too and gently pulled her close. Y/N slammed her fists against his chest repeatedly until she completely broke down, collapsing against him. For two whole years, she'd put up with the harassment of her coworkers. Steve's eyes watered as well, seeing her sobbing in his arms was shattering.

He maneuvered them both onto the couch behind them, rubbing her back as he got her to calm down. She remained seated on his lap, her arms wrapped around the man's neck as he held her close. "Y/N, is there something you're not telling me?" She refused to lift her head off his shoulder, silently staring at the view behind him.

Steve waited a beat, before gently pulling her away, cupping her cheeks. "Speak to me, my love." She looked at him, teary eyed. "Did you really just hire me because of how I look?" Steve instantly shook his head. "Of course I didn't, darling. I looked at your qualifications, your hard work and your excellence. I fell in love with those traits, and eventually… fell in love with you too."

He frowned. "Doll, but why are you so paranoid about it?" Y/N shook her head, snuggling into his arms again. "They hate me," she whispered, "Everyone at work hates me. They call me names… They say I slept my way to be where I am today." Steve froze at her words, his body filling with unfathomable rage. "What?" he whispered in a menacing tone.

"It's true, you have to believe me! I have proof…" She took out her phone and showed him some of the chats from her coworkers; she only talked to them when absolutely necessary, but they still treated her like garbage. Steve read through the chats, his anger reaching new heights. How fucking jealous were they? Pushing a woman towards a literal breakdown and issues with self-esteem.

"They're just jealous," he assured her in a soft voice, already plotting several murders, "They're jealous because you work the closest to me. And I believe they have plenty of reasons to be jealous, because look at you. An angel. My angel." He held her close for some time more, running his fingers through her hair as she tried to calm herself down.

But then, after a while he noticed that she'd fallen asleep. Well, it was pretty late at night and although they didn't get any work done, Steve realized that both of them needed sleep. So, he stood up and carried her over to his room, placing her down on his bed. Just as he did, though, she blinked her eyes open. "I can't sleep in this."

Steve leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "Will you allow me?" he asked her and she understood what he meant, nodding before falling asleep again. Y/N was dressed in a knee-length burgundy dress that had a zipper on the back. Steve delicately turned her on her side, pulling the zipper down before pushing the dress off of her.

Now she was laying in front of him in only her panties and a bra. Without trying any funny business, his first priority being her well-being, Steve also took off her bra and kept both the pieces of clothing away. Then he got up and went to his wardrobe, shuffling through it before finally settling on his softest t-shirt; a plain gray one. He went back to Y/N and got her into the t-shirt.

After that, Steve took off the suit he was wearing as well, putting on a pair of black sweatpants before getting into bed with her. He pulled her close to him and tugged the blankets over both their bodies, wrapping an arm around her waist. Y/N woke up at the contact, before promptly snuggling into Steve's arms again, now comfortable.

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In the morning, Steve was the one who woke up first. He looked down and saw Y/N deep asleep, enveloped in his arms. Smiling to himself, he gently untangled himself from her and got up, yawning as he went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. It took him about a half an hour; when he walked back into the bedroom, he saw her still asleep.

Deciding not to wake her up, he simply planted a quick kiss to her forehead and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He made himself some breakfast and finally, at 8 am, left for work. He'd decided to give Y/N a free day; after everything she had been through, it was deserved. Plus, today he had also called in a meeting with all his employees, to yell at them for how they treated Y/N.

If I can't kill them, yelling will have to do.

At Steve's apartment, Y/N stirred herself awake at 11 am. When she realized the time, she immediately sat up and called Steve, biting her lip. "Good morning, my angel, did you sleep well?" She blinked at his response. "Steve, why didn't you wake me up?" He chuckled. "Believe me, doll, you deserve a day off. And plus, you don't wanna be around for what I'm about to do to your coworkers."

She couldn't help but snort at that. "Are you gonna kill them?" she joked and he laughed on the other end. "I'm afraid that's illegal, sweetheart. I am going to reprimand them all, though. Don't leave my apartment, got it? You have all the amenities there; you wanna clean up? Extra toothbrushes in the cupboard above the sink. Clothes? Raid my wardrobe. Food? The kitchen's all yours, the pantry is stacked up."

She was smiling at his words. "I'll see you in the evening; we'll definitely complete our paperwork today." Y/N laughed and ended the call.

She made full use of Steve's apartment just like he told her to; took a refreshing bath in his jacuzzi tub, wore another one of his soft, white t-shirts and a pair of his clean boxer shorts before going to the kitchen and making herself some food. Then she sat lounging around the apartment; at one point standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows for 15 minutes straight, admiring the view.

Precisely at 6 in the evening Steve returned home; Y/N was in the kitchen fixing herself a snack when she saw Steve walk in. She immediately rushed towards him and into his arms, giving him a tight hug. Steve, meanwhile, admired the sight in front of him; the love of his life, wearing his clothes, being in his house, waiting for him to come home…

He couldn't get over how domestic it all was. And at the moment, all he wanted to do was haul her over his shoulder and take her to the bedroom. "You look so beautiful, my love," he whispered, placing a soft kiss on her lips before going south, kissing along her jaw and neck. Y/N let out a breathy moan at the sensation, and Steve's cock started hardening in his pants.

"I'm hungry too, sweetheart, let me have a taste…"

"Steve," Y/N whined as he hauled her over his shoulder like he had promised. They reached his bedroom and he placed her down on the bed, leaning in to place several kisses on her collarbone. She tugged on his tie and he haphazardly took it off, also taking off the rest of his clothes until he was in nothing but his briefs. Y/N's eyes slightly widened at the visible tent in his pants; he was big.

"You are so fucking good, sweetheart," he murmured happily as he inched the t-shirt she was wearing upwards. "Mm," she moaned as his hands groped at her breasts. She cried out his name when he took a nipple in his mouth, biting on the perked bud. "All mine, aren't you?" Y/N nodded but Steve stopped his actions, raising an eyebrow at her. "Say it, baby, I love your voice so much."

"A-All yours, Stevie," she whimpered and he smirked, his hands sneaking down to rest on her hips, close to the waistband of the shorts. "Can't wait to see that pretty little cunt of yours, I'm going to ruin it," he promised and tugged on the shorts, leaving her bare in front of him. "Fuck, so beautiful," he hissed and her hips jumped up when two of his fingers ran over her wet folds.

"And so wet, too, how perfect," he praised her and a shiver ran down her spine. He knelt in front of her until he was eye-level with her dripping cunt. "I can already tell this is going to be my new favourite taste in the world," he whispered and Y/N shrieked his name when his tongue flicked at her clit. "Yes, baby, keep screaming my name, tell everyone you're mine," he hummed as he continued eating her out. "Stevie, fuck," she sobbed, her fingers tangling in his hair.

She had never felt this good with anyone before. Steve was actually making her see stars before her eyes. "Look at you, you're gushing," he chuckled, pulling away for a second. Y/N noticed the way his chin and lips were shining, coated in her juices. "And it tastes so sweet, too. Cum for me, baby, come on." He increased his speed and Y/N's legs involuntarily closed around his head.

He grabbed her thighs and held them apart as he made her fall apart on his tongue. With one last swipe of his tongue on her clit, Y/N came undone. Steve let out a grunt as he greedily lapped up all that she had to offer. She slumped on the bed. With a smack of his lips against her folds, Steve pulled away, making a show of licking his lips. "Fucking amazing, baby, you're so fucking good to me," he smiled as he lay on top of her, caging her underneath him.

"Stevie," she murmured and wrapped her arms around him, bringing him in for a kiss. "Y/N/N, baby," he whispered back in between the kisses they exchanged. Then he shrugged off his briefs, allowing his impressive length to jump out and hit his lower abdomen. Y/N's almost drooled as he reached for the bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube from it.

He poured some of it on his palm and covered his cock with it, turning to Y/N. She tentatively reached for it; he hissed when her fingers came in contact with his cock. "Fuck, babe, shit, ah," he moaned as she gripped it, slowly moving her hand up and down his length. "That feel good?" she smiled a little. "Feels fucking amazing," he replied, desperately trying to hold himself back because her hands were magic.

When he felt himself unable to hold back, he pushed Y/N's hand away. Roughly grabbing her hips, he adjusted her on the bed and got on top of her, sliding into her warm cunt in one fluid motion. Both of them cried out that the sensation, Y/N's hands reaching up to grab his biceps. "Steve, oh God, fuck!" she screamed as his hips snapped back and forth at blinding speeds. "God? I've only ever heard daddy before, but God sounds good," he chuckled cockily.

Sweat dripped down Y/N's forehead as she moved like a rag doll against Steve's powerful thrusts. Another knot started forming in Y/N's abdomen as Steve reached spots inside her she didn't even know she had that felt so good.

He was also trying his hardest to hold back. "Mm, fuck, fuck!" Y/N whined as she felt her orgasm fast approaching. "Gonna cum again, doll?" he panted and she nodded furiously, her eyes screwed shut. "Good, I'm close too. Let go for me, angel, I'm right here," he assured her and the knot inside her broke. Y/N let out a pornographic moan as she relaxed against the bed, coming all over Steve's cock. He bit her shoulder to muffle his sounds of pleasure; the way her cunt was clenching over his cock...

He couldn't hold himself back either. Steve shouted her name as he pulled out of her, stroking himself a couple times before spilling his release over her stomach and chest. He slumped on top of her as both of them simply stayed there, catching their breaths. "Well, wasn't this a perfect welcome home?" he grinned cheekily and Y/N laughed tiredly, slapping his chest.

"I need another bath now," she pouted and Steve immediately stood up, carrying her bridal style towards the bathroom. "We can share the bath. Then we'll have dinner, and then we can finally finish yesterday's paperwork, okay?"

"Okay, but no drinking this time."

"Come on, bunny..."

"No, Stevie."

"Ugh, okay, fine."

"Good boy."

"Stop that."

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a/n: thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

[frogsandfries]

Also

I feel spread too thin.

I was really excited about this crochet project.

But I've also got the diamond painting looming over my head.

I also have over fifty frames that need to be colored. I had to work half a shift today, in the middle of the day. We went out for coffee, but then it felt like there was no time for anything else. I really thought I was going to have time this weekend to do a couple lineworks and a bunch of coloring. Sure, I did a couple frames, and even tightened some pencil work for some more frames, but that didn't leave much time for coloring. Plus, give my blood line a few more generations and we'll just hibernate all winter.

It's faster, but it also feels like it's so much slower, to make pixel art in an actual art program. It's painful on my phone, which is what I've been using for the most part. It's possible, but it is just so hard. I'm thinking, I'll some them when they're filled and clean them up on my tablet, add shading and other details. This way, I can do as much as I've ever been able to on my phone, especially when we're out of the house, and I don't have to worry too much about what am I supposed to do in my phone besides be bored.

Aside, man I really can't express how much I wish my partner could fucking put his phone down for more than a minute. We went out for dinner and the server kept asking me about his alcoholic drink and his dinner like, no he didn't secretly order alcohol for me. No that shrimp meal is not mine; remember, I ordered the fish fry and not alcohol. Technically, even though I'm helping to pay for this meal, I am not actually paying. Plus, it'd help me feel like...... less ignored, so I wouldn't feel like I have to worry about how to keep myself entertained. I mean, I don't want to trade from the phone to him. I mean more, why do we leave the house if he's just going to be on the phone playing video games. He can play video games at the apartment. I've brought this up a million times. I don't think he listens. There's a lot of things that I saw that I'm pretty sure he doesn't listen to me.

Anyway, I just want to feel like using an art program is faster than using a cross-stitch program. My schedule for this coming week is kind of messy which is going to create an extra bit of stress. Like, we should have gone grocery shopping today, but he's not feeling good and we went out for coffee and worked through the middle of the day. I'm not going out grocery shopping by myself again because it just pisses me off. Maybe we could go grocery shopping tomorrow, but he has work. I've already decided that since he's working, I'm going to buy a couple sheets of foam core and mount these cork tiles behind my desk. I'm partially hoping they'll add some sound baffling, which we desperately need if we're going to continue taking calls in the same room. I might also buy some bubble wrap, both for the window because holy shit it gets cold in there sitting next to the fucking single pane window, and also as a lightweight hopefully extra layer of sound baffling on the curtain. The curtain actually does a solid bit of baffling. I like to push it aside on the weekends when I work in the office because I basically sit in it during the week and switching up my environment helps me feel like I'm not sitting at the same desk. My partner was in there talking to me after work and the sound environment was completely different without the curtain 😳

The bubble wrap sticks just fine; you mist the window and stick it. The only problem is the cats sooooo

I'm not even sure where to put the diamond painting. My cats have taken to stalking things on the wall. My girl keeps attacking this board I've designated for pins, since I covered it with a sheet of paper that I couldn't think of anything else to do with. And I think it was just yesterday, she finally jumped to attack my other diamond painting. They hate having anything on the walls, but honestly, they'll have to get over it. With nothing on the walls, everything echos. It's so frustrating. Where the fuck am I supposed to put this huge, awesome diamond painting?!? What if I order like, cloth wall hangings?? They'll destroy them. I can't even hang my coat.

I'm just going to try to focus on coloring tomorrow. I'll get my foam core eventually.