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Types of Government Contracts

To make public projects, build facilities, and buy services possible, government contracts are very important. These contracts make it official for the government and a private business or group to give goods, services, or projects to each other. Anyone in business that wants to buy things for the public should know about the different kinds of government contracts and what they can do for them. This blog talks about the main kinds of government contracts and what they can do for you.

Deals with the government of different types

1. Deals where the price is set

When you sign a fixed-price contract, you agree on the price of providing goods or services ahead of time. When someone is sure of how much something will cost, they often use these contracts.

Types listed below:

Firm Fixed-Price (FFP): The price doesn't change unless the deal's rules do.

Fixed-Price Incentive (FPI): With this type of incentive, you get paid money for meeting goals like success or cutting costs.

FPEPA: stands for "fixed price with economic price adjustment." This means that changes in inflation or the cost of materials are taken into account.

2. Agreements to pay for things

When the government signs a cost-reimbursement contract, it pays the worker for the work they do and a fee for their time. These are great for jobs where it's hard to see how much they cost.

Types listed below:

Cost-Plus-Fixed-Fee (CPFF): Will charge the same amount for the job no matter how much it costs.

A cost-plus-incentive fee: (CPIF) is a type of fee that gives rewards for meeting performance goals and keeping costs low.

For a cost-plus-award-fee: (CPAF), the person gets paid based on how quickly and well they do their work.

3. Plans for tools and time

People who work on T&M contracts get paid based on how many hours they put in and how much the products cost. They're often used when it's not clear what the work entails.

What's important?

There are no changes to the hourly rates for worker and supplies. Allows for flexibility as the needs of the project change. Needs close control to make sure the costs don't go over the plan.

4. Agreements for delivery at any time

When the government has these contracts, they don't have to say ahead of time how many things or services they want. They can just buy what they need.

Types listed below:

With an indefinite-delivery, indefinite-quantity (IDIQ) contract, you can keep meeting your needs as they come up.

What You Need Contracts: The worker does all of the government's work during a certain time.

When you give specific orders in an IDIQ system, you use contracts for Task Orders and Delivery Orders.

5. Contracts that depend on success

People who have performance-based contracts don't get told how to do their work. Instead, they are focused on getting things done.

What's important?

Contractors can pick how they want to do their work. You get paid based on how well you do your work. Boosts speed and fresh thoughts.

6. Deals with rewards

Incentive contracts are given to contractors who save money, work quickly, or meet certain performance goals.

What's important?

Brings the provider's goals in line with the governments. Money is given as a prize for doing a good work. It works for both fixed-price deals and cost-reimbursement deals.

7. Agreements for businesses and governments to work together

Public-private partnerships (PPPs) bring together the public and private sectors to build or improve large buildings or services.

What's important?

Deals that last a very long time, sometimes decades. The government and a business group share a risk. Private businesses are encouraged to put money into public services. Pros of having to deal with the government.

1. A steady stream of income

Government contracts set regular work and playout plans, which give businesses peace of mind about their money.

2. Chances for a lot of business

A lot of the time, government projects come with big contracts that help businesses make more money and serve more people.

3. A better name and more trustworthiness

A business will find it easier to get work in the private and public sectors after getting work from the government.

4. There are chances for small businesses

A lot of government contracts are set aside for new businesses, small businesses, and businesses run by people of colour. Many kinds of businesses are more likely to join because of this.

5. Getting new inventions and ideas out there

Freelancers who work on performance-based or reward contracts are more likely to find new ways to do things, which makes them better at what they do.

6. The chance of growth in the long term

By building ties and getting repeat business, government contracts can help your business grow over time.

Conclusion

Contracts with the government can be very good for companies that are ready to learn how to bid. When businesses know about the different kinds of contracts and their pros and cons, they can decide how to best use their skills and resources. It's possible for businesses to grow and stay in business by hiring the government. This is true whether the hire is cost-reimbursement, fixed-price, or a public-private partnership. Government contracts are very important for making public projects, building infrastructure, and buying services possible. A government agency and a private business or organization sign these contracts to legally agree to give goods, services, or projects. Businesses that want to do public buying need to know about the different types of government contracts and what they can do for them. This guide talks about the main types of government contracts and the benefits of each.

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What Safe Feels Like.

This fic has been a long time in the making! I have partnered with the talented bean, @rosieknows to create a lovely W/hite Co/llar, N/eal C/affrey centric fic for the winter season <3. The events that take place consist of our favourite conman getting lots of tender care at the B/urke's residence.

Part 1.

Word Count: Just under 5k.

CW: illness, snz (duh), contagion, a little later on in the fic. A tiny bit of mess, medical talk/topics.

Don't reblog to non-kink blogs. 18+ only, thank you! <33

Earlier in the week, Peter Burke had told Neal Caffrey to start wearing a coat outdoors — “weather’s changing,” he’d said, “you’ll catch a cold!” And, obviously, Neal had informed him that fact was merely a myth. Besides, the autumn sun was still shining two days ago and he was only walking a short way to the coffee shop and back. How bad could it really be…?

Perhaps the universe picked favourites that day, and, for once, Neal’s charm couldn’t save him. It could have been much worse, certainly, but as much as Neal tried to focus his mind on that belief, he couldn’t quite get himself to fully deny that it was very, very bad. 

It was as if the second he’d gotten far enough away from the bureau, the heavens had opened above him and soaked him from head to toe before he’d even arrived at the coffee shop door. Which, by the way, was closed for the first time ever. And, so, Neal had to hurry across the street to another. The icing on top of the cake, though, was the taxi that drove through a puddle and splashed him when he finally reached the other side. 

To say Peter got amusement out of all of this later on would’ve been an understatement. 

Neal had been forced to wear some ancient-looking FBI training clothes for the rest of the day, and the scowl on his face didn’t falter for quite some time. He had eventually dried off and warmed up — Peter even started to feel a little bad, and gave him his suit jacket as a blanket at one point. When the day ended, the sun was shining and Neal felt right as rain again. Although, the same couldn’t be said for the morning two days later.

The first sensation that struck him was how utterly cold he felt, even wrapped up in his own bed and blankets, which he sleepily pulled tighter around himself. Perhaps the fickle autumn weather had turned for the worse during the night as it was so prone to do. The next feeling he was able to process was pure weariness like gravity had decided to be particularly insistent that his limbs stay firmly on the bed and lashed out in punishment when they did attempt to move. Perhaps he hadn’t slept well or had worked himself harder the previous day than he realized.

The third — or, well, the third, fourth, fifth, and so on for quite a few — sensations Neal felt were the nail in the proverbial coffin. An urgent, almost burning tickle budded in his upper sinuses, causing him to blink in irritation. Soon enough, the itch found its way to spread through the entire reaches of his nose. His eyebrows knitted together in slants, his breath caught in his throat, and his soft lips fell open before —

“Hihh! Hehhdtschh’uh! Hahh… hiht-ktschhh—tschhh!… Ugh, god,” he sneezed, ducking forward sleepily into his blanket since he had neither the time nor alertness to cover with anything else. Sighing in a mixture of relief and dread, he came to the conclusion that he was likely getting sick. Maybe if he was tired enough, felt cold enough, and pouted long enough, the cold would just take pity on him and leave. Unfortunately, to no one’s surprise, he still felt sick, which meant it was time for Plan B: work through it because it was a busy week and hope it didn’t get any worse. And, most importantly, hide it from Peter. 

The warm shower seemed to help a little, but it didn’t take long for the aches to start creeping back in and for his sinuses to grow irritated again. Once he was dressed, with his hair styled and shoes tied. . . Neal was ready. Ready as he’d ever be, at least. Besides, he felt fine, for the most part. Downing some water should help his throat, and a couple of Tylenol should stave off the headache that he could feel brewing behind his eyes. Peter should be here any minute to pick him up, and Neal placed his hat — one of his favourites, both for comfort and in the hopes that looking well-dressed or put together enough would dissuade any suspicion — upon his head with a sigh. He can do this. 

“Morning, Neal,” Peter greeted in his usual tone, toying with the heating in the car. “‘S cold out. I told you the seasons were changing!”

“Morning,” Neal muttered, climbing into the car and buckling up. “Y’know, you really missed your true calling as a weather boy.”

“That’s funny,” Peter remarked back, beginning to drive now. “But, I think my assets are best settled within the FBI. Criminals are more predictable than the weather if you know what you’re doing.” He chuckled to himself. 

Neal stared out of the window at the passing cars and orange and yellow leaves on the trees that rolled by. He was still tired and quieter than usual, Peter noted mentally, watching him unbeknownst to the criminal consultant himself, who was still focused on their outdoor surroundings. He gave a slow blink, directing his attention to the heating that was uncomfortably too warm all of a sudden. Pushing the vent closed, he glanced sideways. 

“What?”

“Nothing. You’re just quiet, that’s all. Quiet usually means up to something.”

“I can be quiet. It’s early. I thought you liked quiet, anyway,” Neal retorted, shifting slightly in his seat. He couldn’t get comfortable despite moving, crossing and uncrossing his legs. 

The rest of the journey was left without questions, and they made it to the parking garage without any more issues. Neal got out of the car, rubbing at his nose whilst Peter couldn’t see him. He paused. This really wasn’t the time, but he’d have to play it off somehow because this discomfort wasn’t going to let up. Reaching down for the leg of his trousers, Neal stifled a well-silenced sneeze.

“Are you coming?” Peter called out, and as Neal raised his head again, he sniffled. 

“Patience is a virtue, Peter! My anklet was stuck in my trouser leg. Appearance matters, you know.” 

“Everyone here knows you’ve got the ankle jewellery, Caffrey. I’m sure you wouldn’t cause mass hysteria with a flash of your leg.”

“You’d be surprised,” Neal grinned mischievously, keeping up with Peter as they made their way toward the elevator. 

The agent only rolled his eyes in response and pressed the button for the elevator, still none the wiser. For now. Neal had let Peter step in first, scrunching up his nose behind him, and then —  somehow and with great difficulty — he managed to resist the urge to sniffle the entire way up to their floor. When the elevator dinged to a stop and Neal exited it, he was immediately hit by everything all at once: the brightness of the lighting, the overlap of voices, and the general sounds of the morning bustle. Usually, it was like white noise to him, but today it hurt his head, and the lighting did nothing to relieve the itch in his sinuses.

He pressed his wrist against his nose, haphazardly managing to prevent another sneeze before he followed quickly behind Peter. “I’ll be right there! Just grabbing something from my desk,” Neal called across the bullpen, ducking down behind his desk as if he were looking for something. 

But, instead. . . “Hh—ushcht!” He buried his face into the crook of his elbow, frozen for a moment longer. “Hheh—htchht!”  Followed by a series of long sniffles.

“Lost something, Caffrey?” Diana’s voice interrupted his small recovery period, and Neal flinched so hard in surprise that he bumped his head underneath his desk with a small thud. Damn it. He paused for just a second before swiping a pen from his pocket. Then, he stood up straight again, flashing the pen in her general direction, with a scowl crossing his features. 

“Dropped my pen. Not a crime, last time I checked,” he muttered, placing it safely back into his pocket. After straightening his hat, Neal moved past her to get to the conference room. 

Peter looked up at the sound of footsteps and silently wondered what Diana had said to the CI to make him look so disgruntled. “Nice of you to finally join us,” he dared to jest, waiting for Neal and Diana to sit before starting his talk for the day; they had to find a new case, as well as complete the paperwork from their last one. Of course, Neal wasn’t exactly amused by the briefing topic. Yet, he didn’t seem to audibly complain for nearly as long as he usually did. Huh. 

Neal simply took the selection of case files that Peter slid towards him across the tabletop and found the one that he had to finish up. He opened the file slowly, tapping his pen against his forehead. He stared at the page for so long that he barely noticed Peter watching him from across the room. 

“Neal. . . You good?” His voice snapped the CI from his daze, who was quick to shake himself out of it and flash a signature smile the agent’s way. 

“Always. You know how much I love paperwork!” Neal responded, sarcasm evident in his tone. 

“Wonderful, you’ll have plenty to enjoy,” Peter retorted with a dry smirk, placing another file in front of his partner. “Focus up; we’ve got a lot of work to do.”

“How do you sound so happy when you say that?” the younger man groaned, leaning back in his chair with folded arms.

Still, focusing was easier said than done in this situation. Despite his best attempt at listening attentively, his mind felt fuzzy. Additionally, his nose still itched, causing him to scrunch it up slightly. He rubbed at it with the back of his hand in what he hoped was a casual gesture. Unfortunately, the touch seemed to be ineffective at best and intensifying at worst. Either way, he quickly tipped past the point of no return and crumbled forward into his fist with a sneeze, stifled into near silence as usual.

“Hihh—kKTtsh!” After a few blinks, he dared to peek at his coworkers’ reactions, hoping that the others had been as distracted as he was himself. For a moment, he thought he was lucky enough.

“Bless you, Caffrey,” rang a deep, feminine voice. Damn it. Diana was perceptive even in the most hectic of times, so it was only natural that she would notice a disturbance — slight as it was — during a particularly slow and dull meeting.

“Thanks,” Neal muttered softly, if a bit shyly. He saw Peter’s gaze flick to Diana and back at him. Clearing his throat, he examined the documents in front of him intently to prompt the continuation of the meeting.

Peter continued to talk about the writing they had to do, but Neal stopped listening some time ago and was mostly focused on trying not to sneeze again. He glanced at his handler every now and then to keep up the facade that he was listening, and turned a few pages of the file in front of him. As soon as Peter had finished talking and a small hubbub started up, Neal saw his chance, standing up and using the file as a shield to hide his face. 

‘HnnKxt. . Heh’ngxt.’  Well, at least he’d gotten away with that one. 

He even almost made it to the door without anyone saying anything about it until Peter spoke up from behind him. “You going somewhere?” He questioned, and Neal stopped. So close. 

“To my desk…?” Neal replied, thankful for the fact that his voice barely sounded congested for the moment. “You can’t deny that I’ll get distracted in here.”

Peter frowned slightly before nodding. “Alright, but don’t try and get out of this.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Neal murmured, hurrying to his desk; his nose was beginning to run, and he didn’t exactly want anyone to witness that. He pressed his silk handkerchief to his nose after sitting down, keeping his head held low and sniffling quietly. He went to the men’s room a minute later, waiting until it was empty so that he could blow his nose and splash some cold water on his face. This was going to be a damn long day. 

He kept a low profile for as long as possible, dismissing Peter’s questions when he’d come over to see how he was doing and sneaking off to the men’s room whenever he could; by lunchtime, the congestion was worsening, and he had to keep sniffling to stop his nose from running too much. He barely even noticed Diana wandering over. 

“Caffrey?” Her voice made him flinch slightly in surprise, but he managed to pull it off as a stretching motion. 

Neal glanced up, blinking a few times. “Hm?”

“You’ve usually begged Peter five times to go on a coffee run by now… it’s already lunchtime.” Her eyebrows raised. “What gives?”

The CI shrugged, turning back to his papers and picking up his pen. He’d barely done anything yet, but he needed to keep up appearances. 

“So, are you gonna go get some?”

“Huh?” Neal just really wanted her to go away because he wasn’t really listening, and his head was starting to ache. 

“The coffee — Neal, are you okay?”

He plastered on a signature smile, hopping up to his feet. “I’m just messing with you, Diana. The usual drinks?” Neal asked, reaching for his coat on the back of his chair. 

He made his way to the doors, turning when Diana called his name again. “Caffrey, do you want a sandwich? From that place down the block? Jones is buying!” 

“No, thanks! I’ll get something at the coffee place.” Neal called back, only somewhat lying. He was getting something, and that something was coffee. Or maybe tea, actually. 

•••

He was gone for slightly longer than usual, but nobody was going to question it. Neal ensured it didn’t take too long, however, or Peter would start to get antsy and probably call or text him a few times. He got everyone’s drinks and opted for green tea for himself — he could feel the buzzing in his sinuses worsening, not to mention the congestion was starting to properly settle in and clog up his nose now. Going outside hadn't exactly made it any better, either, and he was sniffling in the elevator the entire way up. 

He carried the drinks into the conference room, setting them down on the table and exhaling slowly through his mouth as he stepped away.  Nobody seemed to pay much attention to him — they were all busy eating their food, and Neal had to stop himself from audibly gagging. Did he really feel that bad all of a sudden? His hand reached forward to grab his cup whilst everyone else began helping themselves to their drinks. It wasn’t until he took a sip that he realised he hadn’t taken his own cup at all, and from Peter’s confused expression, he’d gotten the tea. 

“Neal…” his voice started, and the CI wasn’t quite sure what would come next, so he butted in with a quick, haphazard excuse. 

“Hey! You said it yourself, the weather’s changing. Tea will do you good.”

Peter’s eyes narrowed slightly, but the little white lie seemed to satisfy him for now, and everyone got back to what they were doing. To keep up appearances, he sipped the coffee for a while, trying to ignore the way it made his stomach turn. After around five minutes, he snuck out of the door and headed back to sit at his desk; if anyone were to question it, he’d make up the same excuse about needing to concentrate. The coffee was thrown into the trash the second he sat down, and a heavy sigh came afterwards. 

•••

“God damn it,” Peter grumbled under his breath as he looked around the office. “Diana, Jones, have you seen Caffrey anywhere? It doesn’t look like he’s even so much as glanced at any of his work today.”

“Not in a while, no,” Jones answered, looking behind him to verify the absence, though if the CI had simply been standing in the middle of that open hallway, he probably would have been noticed by now. “He seemed kind of tired, though. Maybe he went home early?”

“Maybe, but I doubt it. Something feels off. I don’t think he’s just slacking off again,” Peter dismissed, forehead wrinkled in those signature frown lines and lips pressed firmly together in a mixture of concern and disapproval.

“Peter, your blood pressure’s high enough as it is,” Diana deadpanned, earning an offended head tilt from the man in question. “Go back to what you were doing; I’ll find your missing dog,” she reassured, already standing up without waiting for a response.

“I… all right. Thanks, let me know if you find him,” Peter relented.

“You gonna put up fliers?” Jones joked with an entertained smirk as he watched Diana beginning to leave.

“Nah, not yet. If I don’t see him, I think I’ll start with treats to draw him out. Maybe a nice Bordeaux,” she quipped in turn with a thoughtful expression. The clicks of her heels against the firm carpet seemed to echo more than usual as if the room felt emptier and quieter somehow. Though she tried to play it off, she had to admit to herself that she was worried; she’d felt that sour twist in her gut far too many times in her work and personal life to ignore it. She hoped he was all right, particularly since he wasn’t responding to texts or calls, and that she’d be able to find him soon if not.

It took less than 15 minutes, not due to any detective skills as an FBI agent either. While the office was large, it didn’t really take long to traverse, especially if you were familiar with it enough to avoid getting lost. Besides, the floor plan was quite open, and the majority of rooms had large glass panel windows, so they were easy to check. It was an older conference room, though, one without any indoor-facing windows or glass doors, where she found him.

“You good, Caffrey?” Diana asked, the light from the open door illuminating the scene before her just enough to see the CI in question asleep, lying on his back in the centre of the long, rectangular table. Seemingly, to cushion the otherwise flat, hard surface, he had rolled his suit jacket into a makeshift pillow to rest his head on. “Caffrey,” she called again.

“Hmmn?” Neal hummed groggily, stirring at the sudden noise. “‘M sorry… ‘s still on…” he mumbled almost entirely incoherently, fumbling around to pull his left pant leg up enough to reveal his anklet.

“Neal, you’re dreaming,” she offered in a gentler tone, heart twisting in concern. Fortunately, that seemed to bring him past the threshold into the waking world.

“Oh, hey, Diana,” he muttered, rubbing at his bleary eyes and blinking them open.

“We were looking for you,” she began, finally flicking on the ceiling lights of the room. “Are you—”

The sudden influx of light directly above him sparked a buzzing sensation deep in his sinuses that caused him to immediately crumple forward into his elbow. “Ehdt-ktschhh! H-huhh… ihdtsch! Heh’tischhh—dtschhh! Ugh…” Sniffling pitifully, he sat up properly and got off the table.

“Jesus. Bless you?” Diana said, scanning him over with her eyes.

“Thangks. Sorry, it’s, uh, the lights,” he replied sheepishly with another wet sniffle.

After a moment, she pulled out a travel pack of tissues from her pocket and handed them over to her coworker with a soft “here.” He flashed her a grateful smile and blew his nose quietly. “You, uh… get too tired to head home?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You could say that, I guess,” he muttered in embarrassment before the next words caught in his throat, sending him coughing into the tissues in his hand.

“You know you could just go home sick, right?” Diana prompted with folded arms.

“Yeah, sure, if I was sick, but I’m not, and we have work to do. Just needed to rest my head for a minute,” he insisted with his usual winning smile, though it didn’t quite seem to reach his eyes as much as it typically did.

“World’s greatest conman’s off his game, huh?” Diana prompted, folding her arms. “Do you really think that sounds believable?”

His lips opened with a lie about his health on his tongue, but he sighed in defeat instead. “It wasn’t that bad earlier, but it kinda just hit me all at once… sorry for disappearing out of nowhere.”

Diana hummed in acknowledgement before asking, “You have a fever?”

“Uh… probably a mild one? I’m not 100% sure,” he replied, touching his hand to his forehead and neck despite knowing it would be a fruitless examination.

“All right, c’mere,” she beckoned, though she closed most of the gap herself and began to feel his forehead for fever with the front and back of her palm. 

“Heh-hh…” Neal’s breath caught softly, blinking before pressing his knuckles up against his nose.

“If you sneeze on me, I swear to god,” she warned.

“Hh-huhhh… hh!!” The pressure was quite clearly not enough to suppress the reflex any longer, so he turned as far away from her as he could—her taking a step back was likely still a wonderful decision—and ducked into the crook of his arm. “Hihhtschh! Huhhhhkdtsch! Ugh…”

“Bless you.”

“Thangks,” he replied, swiping a tissue under his running nose again and discarding it in a nearby trash can. “So, what’s my prognosis, Doc?”

“You feel warm.”

“If your career in the FBI doesn’t work out, you should really think about going into the medical field.” Neal sniffled, scrunching his nose in a poor attempt to stop it from running. 

“Watch it, Caffrey. One doctor in the house is enough already—not that it would take years of medical training to know you need to go home and rest.” Diana pointed a finger at him, spending a moment assessing the situation. “Don’t move. I’ll be back.” With that, she simply turned around and left.

“Okay? I-I thought we both wanted me to go home right now? Diana?” The confused, half-hearted reply was not granted the slightest form of acknowledgement, except for the door closing behind his coworker.

Neal blinked slowly, unsure of what to do for a moment, before hopping down from the table and, noting how horrible standing up felt, taking refuge in one of the spinny chairs. She said to wait, so… something in him took the instruction to heart. Still, he was impatient to the very end and soon curled up in the chair for comfort, eyes blinking slowly and heavily, and maybe just having them shut for a moment would be nice—

“Did you fall back asleep again?” 

The rhetorical question was from Diana, he was pretty sure, but he only really registered the presence of the words, not processing much else. Regardless, it quickly roused him from his short-lived respite of slumber, prompting him to sit up straight and rub at his drowsy eyes.

“Hmmn?” Neal mumbled with a small yawn, “Um, I might have dozed off a little?” He took another second to think about it. “Probably, yeah.”

“No shit,” Diana monotoned.

“Sleeping on the job, eh, Caffrey?” Peter teased.

“I doubt he’s been getting much work done with whatever plague he picked up from cold and flu season,” Diana shot back.

“Hey, I’m right here, you know?” Neal pouted. “It’s just a little cold, I’m fine.”

“If this is just something little, then I’d hate to see you with a full-blown flu,” Diana muttered, looking from Neal and then to Peter. “Peter’s taking you home.” She added, watching as her Boss’ expression turned to one of confusion. 

“I am?” A pause. A ‘look’ from Diana. “I. . . Am.” He looked at Neal, properly looked this time. He did look pretty awful, and it was doubtful even the best of con men could manage to hide whatever it was he’d managed to hide up until now; his nose was red, he looked exhausted, and his cheeks were starting to flush. Not to mention how uncharacteristically unkempt he was looking. 

“C’mon, Neal.” Peter stepped forward, holding out his hand.

It took them both a lot longer than usual to get downstairs and into the parking garage because a feverish Neal had decided to press multiple elevator buttons at once… and then tried to get into the wrong car once they finally did arrive, but they were eventually buckled in and ready to go. 

“Never a dull day with Neal Caffrey around, huh?” Peter muttered, mostly to himself, as he started up the car engine. 

“Never a dull… day with P’ter Burke… and his car..” Neal mumbled, sniffling and leaning to toy with the radio. 

“Hey, no touching. Sit back and don’t meddle.” He began to drive towards the exit, ensuring to press the child lock button. Just in case. 

No sooner than they were out of the building and driving into the sunshine, Neal shielded his eyes with his wrist and groaned. 

‘Nnn’gxChht… xXchhht—oo.’ He sneezed into the wrist previously used to try and hide his eyes and sniffled thickly. 

“Gesundheit,” Peter muttered, already stopping in a slight queue of traffic. 

Neal didn’t answer, leaning his head against the window with a heavy sigh. Now that he was caught, he couldn’t pretend he was fine, and he hated the sense of looking… weak. Especially to Peter, which was a whole thing to analyse in itself. He just wanted to be alone, but he couldn’t now, and Elizabeth certainly wasn’t going to let him. Of course, he was grateful to have people in his life who cared about him like that, but it was new and it was different, and Neal Caffrey liked it when things went his way. 

“You know you’re allowed to call in sick, right?” Peter spoke up again as the traffic started to move. 

“You’re allowed to call in sick.” Neal sniffled, still leaning his head against the window. 

There was a pause whilst Peter thought about Neal’s behaviour throughout the day. He was pretty good at hiding things. But… 

“Did you even eat anything today?”

“Mhm.”

“And, I’m guessing the tea you brought me was not for me…?”

“Wow, real FBI agent over here,” Neal grumbled, lifting his head slightly to glance at Peter, only to be once again blindsided by the sun. 

His handler sighed as they stopped at another red light. “There’s sunglasses in the dash,” Peter said after a moment, “they’re El’s. Blue eyes are more sensitive, right?” He questioned, watching Neal shrug out of the corner of his eye. The CI placed them on, seemingly relaxing a little more. 

“Thanks,” Neal mumbled, leaning back against the seat and closing his eyes. 

As Peter started driving again, he knew he wasn’t going to take Neal back to June’s. He’d only hide himself away and pretend everything was fine — while making himself worse in the process. Nope. Neal Caffrey was about to experience Elizabeth Burke’s expert bedside manner and Peter’s on-point tea-making skills. 

•••

“Honey, is that you?” Elizabeth’s voice rang out from the kitchen, “You’re home early; it’s only three o’clock! Is everything—” The footsteps came to an abrupt halt as she joined the pair in the living room. “— oh.” The moment she laid eyes on Neal, she immediately understood why her husband had come home so soon. 

Peter gave a sort of glance towards her that clearly said, “Help me,” and El chuckled softly. She pointed at Peter before leaning in to kiss his cheek. “You, kitchen. And you,” she paused to tap Neal’s chest with her index finger. “Upstairs. Let’s get you something comfortable to wear.”

He just sort of looked at her, crystal blue eyes a little glazed over. “Hi, Elizabeth. Peter’s supposed to take me home, but he took a wrong turn,” Neal mumbled, watching his handler walk away. 

“I think he took a very well-planned turn. Come on, honey, upstairs.” She ushered him towards the staircase, following behind. “You go to the bathroom to blow your nose, and I’ll get you some clothes. Neal, don’t give me that look. You sound terrible, and you can’t pretend you don’t.” Elizabeth sighed, reaching to help him with his suit jacket. “All that sniffling will give you a headache,” she chided gently. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

She fetched some of Peter’s pyjamas, a blue plaid set he only tended to wear during particularly cold weather, and placed them outside the bathroom door. “I’m going to get you some blankets for the couch, okay? I’ll be downstairs; the clothes are right here. Neal?” Elizabeth frowned, reaching to tap against the bathroom door, awaiting an answer. 

“Mhm,” came the stuffy, sleepy reply. 

It wasn’t long before the CI was curled up on the Burkes’ couch, wrapped in blankets and resting his head against a pillow. He looked exhausted and much more dishevelled than Neal Caffrey would ever dream of looking in front of someone else. Both El and Peter stood by, watching as their house guest snored and exhaled congested breaths; he’d fallen asleep just minutes after resting his head down. Turns out that masking your symptoms all day was pretty tiring work. 

“You can’t deny that he looks adorable like that,” El whispered, resting her head against her husband’s arm. 

“Looks can be deceiving,” Peter muttered back quietly, wrapping an arm around her waist. He sighed.

[srbachchan]

DAY 5190

Jalsa, Mumbai                May 1/2,  2022               Sun/Mon 2:59 AM

Happy birthday to Hitee Arrora , Daughter of Ef Diipesh Arrora .. thank you for your affection .. and it's cute that you wanted your birthday gift to be watching my movie in Cinema .. thank you .. love ❤️ .. this is for May 1st .. 🌿 ✨

It works .. it mesmerises , the mind body soul .. hold you .. look into the eyes with the water stuck on the edge , about to drop .. the notes in its solitude , random, unrehearsed , playing with the mind not the fingers that move on the the black and white .. that strain that stretches .. pulling at the strings .. not of the instrument .. the heart .. cup the face .. tender .. soft .. and keep looking .. that displaced strand of your hair that has fallen recklessly over the forehead .. the hand moves to softly remove it from the space where the head resides .. a tear drops, not in pain or in the freedom of despair or grief .. just the happiness of togetherness .. 

Long .. long .. long .. 

time passes .. the night darkens .. but the chord thrums in the beat of the instant .. resounding continuously speaking gently through poetic whispers .. 

shhhh .. 

the night before, limited slumber .. rise and put it on .. the visual .. the link for the project worked on with such intensity and labour .. moved at the tribute of the genius admired as cult .. pity this GenX shall not identify .. who cares .. I do .. live with it , in nostalgia .. meet meet meet , in immediate .. many ‘elixirs’ .. and rapid descriptions of every nuance, every detail in such subtle unobtrusive performance .. casual as any day to day occurrence .. how .. how do they do it .. superior .. just another day as it were on the favoured streets from home .. loitering about .. nothing of concern or desire or worry .. yet conveying .. how .. how do they do it .. no time left to learn, but learn must .. an offered lollipop in two different facial moves within seconds .. how .. 

the strain played .. enacted for better explain and express .. its wanted .. shall use it at the end of the credit .. a culmination .. let me fill it with philharmonic .. separate the note tracks and expand the vibrations that stretch .. 

working rough on its appearance .. not done entirely .. will .. give it give it .. its friend .. its associated .. 

they that command the notes say there is something in it which is not explainable .. I know , I know ..  it is not .. because done at random without thought .. it simply played itself out second by second .. does not leave you .. it cannot .. the soul never leaves , it remains bears tortures explains guides sustains brings hope happiness fulfilment  .. to them ..

TO THEM THAT CAN BE WITH IT .. in its circumstance understanding and sustenance  ..

ALONE .. 

Alone .. and alone .. in the loneliness of within .. never known where .. but there .. 

No it shall not be spoken ..

GN 

Amitabh Bachchan

[madlymiho]

Master List 1

First part of my Master List! All these are my headcanons regarding One Piece!

Letters : A B C D 

Ace :

Confronting his future s/o and discovering their feelings for him 

Preparing himself for his first time with his crush (NSFW)

Reaction to his female s/o having a large box of sexual toys (NSFW)

Dealing with a s/o who has post-coital dysphoria

Having a s/o who’s insecure because of her small breasts (NSFW)

Having a s/o who’s a serial adopter like his pops

HCs about his general anxieties and triggers in a relationship

Dealing with a short female s/o who injures herself for trying to reach high things

Reaction to a s/o who’s hunting by the world government for her power

Reacting to a s/o who’s a good belly dancer

Reaction to his s/o saying that she doesn’t know how love feels

NSFW general headcanons

Reaction to his innocent looking s/o who’s a martial art expert

Receiving oral sex headcanons (NSFW)

Dealing with a super insecure crush

Reaction to a s/o who dresses as a maid for a night of passion (NSFW)

Dealing with a s/o who’s a cat devil fruit user

Discovering his s/o is a princess from a lost kingdom

Reaction to his s/o who gets verbally sexually abused

Reaction to his s/o who has the Hito Hito no mi model succubus

Favorite cuddle position with a small girlfriend

Reaction to a s/o meeting her former “owner”

Modern AU! Ace one night stand with a student in fashion design (followers event)

Reaction to a s/o suggesting an open relationship

First time with a virgin s/o (followers event) NSFW

Reaction to a teasing girlfriend who leaves him panting (followers event)

Reaction to a s/o suggesting an open relationship

Reaction to a chubby s/o out of chocolate

Falling in love with Akainu’s apprentice

Reaction to a s/o who keeps disappearing

Reaction to a s/o who doesn’t believe his love confession

Reaction to a s/o who has a panic attack during sex (NSFW)

Reaction to a suicidal s/o

Ideal s/o

Seeing his s/o after a long time being apart (NSFW)

Reaction to a s/o mastering kung-fu

Akainu :

Dealing with a female s/o who’s a booty call (NSFW)

Relationship headcanon

Bartolomeo :

General NSFW HCs (NSFW)

Going to the carnival with his s/o

Bellamy :

First kiss with their Straw Hat crush

Benn Beckman :

General NSFW headcanons with a fem s/o

Finding his s/o injured after a fight

Romantic headcanon (NSFW)

Bonney :

Relationship headcanons

Buggy :

Encouraging his s/o to take her own decisions in life

Brook :

Reaction to a s/o who gets a sunburn

Encouraging his s/o to take her own decisions in life

Reaction to a s/o who decides to play hide and seek (followers event)

Dating a short s/o

Music theme

Cavendish :

Second date with his female s/o

Going to the carnival with his s/o

Ideal s/o

Chopper :

Reaction to a s/o being a witch doctor

Music theme

Coby :

Falling in love with a straw hat member

Falling in love with an introvert male s/o

Music theme

Corazon :

Dealing with a s/o who has post-coital dysphoria

Having a sea dragon girlfriend

SFW and NSFW relationship headcanon

Falling in love with a girl who crushed on Doffy

Corazon with a virgin s/o (NSFW)

Assisting to a super important event for Law (AU)

Reaction to a depressed s/o who shakes her baby out of frustration

Idea s/o plus perfec confession moment

Cracker :

Reaction to their female pregnant s/o getting “saved” by the Straw Hat

Receiving a BJ from an inexperimented female s/o (NSFW)

Falling in love with his wife after an arranged marriage (NSFW)

Crocodile :

Dealing with a sassy opponent crush (NSFW)

Dirty Olympics Round 2 Special Villains (NSFW)

Discovering their s/o being molested by pirates

Fearing that their s/o would leave him 

Reaction to his s/o having her tongue pierced for fun times (NSFW)

Reaction to his female s/o offering him a banagator pajamas suit

Having a s/o who takes care of him while he’s sick

Watching their s/o coming back injured after a mission

Dealing with a s/o who ignores his advances because she pets his gators (NSFW)

Reassuring his male s/o about his anxieties 

Running into a confident female burglar at a party (NSFW)

Fluffy HCs

Getting turned on by a female enemy (NSFW)

Making amend for his s/o after he hurt her accidentally

Reaction to his s/o who’s a boxer in the underground

Using a mirror for a sexy times with his s/o (NSFW)

Reaction to his teasing s/o who’s actually very shy

Reaction to see his s/o in bikini (NSFW)

Reaction to a s/o who loses a limb for him

Childhood general headcanons

Reaction to his female secretary becoming a child for a few days

Adding weapons/toys in the bedroom (NSFW)

Treating his s/o in a night of passion (NSFW)

Learning that his s/o is pregnant

Comforting his s/o from a panic attack

Falling in love with an introvert male s/o

Having jealous/possessive behaviors

Meeting his s/o after a long time apart (NSFW)

Morning after sex

Crocodile’s misc headcanons

Reaction to a s/o experiencing nightmares

Reunion with his s/o after a long time apart (NSFW)

Reaction to his daughter eating a devil fruit (special 200)

Reaction to a s/o who doesn’t want to have sex as he’s horny (NSFW)

Reaction to a s/o who confesses him their asexuality

Accidentally hiting his s/o during a fight

One night standing with a fem!coworker who doesn’t like him

Dalton :

General relationship HCs

General NSFW headcanon (NSFW)

Doflamingo :

Dealing with a sassy opponent crush (NSFW)

Dirty Olympics Round 2 Special Villains (NSFW)

Fearing that their s/o would leave him 

General NSFW HCs (NSFW)

First time with a strong female s/o (NSFW)

Watching their s/o coming back injured after a mission

Tender moments with his female assassin lover 

Fluffy general HCs 

Getting turned on by a femal enemy (NSFW)

Using a mirror for a sexy times with his s/o (NSFW)

Falling for a “femme fatale”

Reaction to a strong s/o who has a nightmare

Being a stalker

Possessing a new slave girl (NSFW)

Having jealous/possessive behaviors

Falling for a marine s/o

Reaction to a s/o who was also a former noble

Reaction to a s/o who doesn’t want to have sex as he’s horny (NSFW)

Trying to seduce his crush

Ideal s/o plus perfect confessing moment

Accidentally hiting his s/o during a fight

Dominant! Doflamingo (NSFW)

Duval :

First kiss with their Straw Hat crush

[mexicanbabe1997]

Maria the mouse

Name: Maria The Mouse (Full name: Maria Antonella Gomez Raffaelli) Age: 17-19 Gender: Feminine Date of Birth: March 31 Sign (horoscope): Aries Height: Undefined Weight: Unknown Type of blood: +B Hair Color: Ocre Eye Color: Green

*FAVORITES*:

Food: Muffins, chocolate, pizza, and pancakes. 

Sport: Swimming

Flower: Gardenia

Music: Rock n’ Roll and Pop (classics from 60’s to 90’s) Color: Blue (mainly the aqua/teal colors), pink, and green.

Hobbies: Singing, drawing, listening to music, eating, resting, reading, writting, exploring new places, swimming, collecting cute stuff, playing video games, brushing her hair, snorkeling, daydreaming, being small, making bead bracelets, skating (she’s an amateur), foiling bad guys, practicing the violin, taking strolls, posing in the mirror, playing dress up, and dancing (she’s taking lessons cuz she’s not that good). 

Likes: Music, hot chocolate, books and mangas, pastries, adventures, freedom, tranquility, having friends and family, flowers, animals, Damien, her sister (Dana), shabby chic style, art, perfumes, bubble baths, video games, city lights, comedy-romantic movies, justice, Sonic, Tails, having fun, cute boys, romance, fantasy stories, helping people, bravery, magic (she believes in it), rainy days, brownies, hide and seek (in mouse size), roller coasters, tomboy girls (she admires them), travels, ocean, the beach, aquariums, tours, ballet (when she was little), comfy socks, and cute shiny things. 

Subject: Calligraphy, art and music

*LESS FAVORITES*:

Food: Gherkins, soda, and coffee

Sport: American football Music: Reggaeton

Color: Lilac Dislikes: Mean people, backstabbers, blood (she suffers from hemophobia), being confused for a rat, horror-gore movies, injuries, darkness, algebra books (They always make her fall asleep), disrespect, bullies, snobbishness, braggarts, know-it-alls (but she can make some exceptions, like Tails for example), leeches, balls (she always gets hitted in the face), people messing with her friends, Dana acting overbearing, her hair getting ruined, people fearing her for being a mouse, being taken pictures, being called a “weakling”, not having a family, suffering, injustice, Eggman’s evil plans, cheaters, harassment, cowards, stealing, manipulators, being insulted, getting kidnapped, cold weather, storms, animal abuse, feeling left out, not having friends, getting lost, exterminators, mouse traps, bees (she had a bad experience with one), rice pudding, getting pranked, shallowness, letting people down, and when people say that rodents are nothing but “pests”. 

Subject: Mathematics and physics.

*PERSONAL INFO*:

Personality: She’s a cheerful although very shy girl, curious, kind-hearted, tender, headstrong, and energetic. Despite being shy with those she doesn’t know well (especially boys), she is honest, feisty, passionate, sweet, caring, respectful, and friendly. She tends to be rather clumsy sometimes and can get innocent to the point of being somewhat clueless, but don’t let that fool you cuz she isn’t stupid. However, she also has a very bad temper and is very impatient and stubborn, she can also get sassy or capricious and sometimes throws tantrums when things don’t go her way. She also has a grudgy side, and can become insensible, harsh, unforgiving, and cold if you hurt her feelings a lot or if she feels betrayed. Despites those flaws, she also has a huge heart, is fun loving, sensible, very femenine and never forgets her manners when saying “thank you”, she enjoys the outdoors and likes the flora and fauna as much as her hair, and knows when to apoligize if she really messed up at something. When facing dangerous situations she can act and be pretty serious, tough, brave, tomboyish, and determinated whenever the situation requires it, and always refuses to give up on a friend in danger. She finds family as the most important thing to her as well as her friends and will go to any lenghts to protect them. She’s also either amorous or a hopeless romantic, gaining many crushes on cute guys who get her attention, though she always ends up getting single at the end, but that dosen’t stop her from believing in love and having a good future.

History: She was the youngest member on her family, having two parents and an older sister named Dana. She lived in a sheltered yet comfortable lifestyle, she was dearly loved and cared by her parents and sister, she had a beautiful house and lots of toys to play with. However, she was far from being social, and rather then playing with other kids she prefered to stay at home and either play with her toys, watching tv, drawing, or reading books. She was a very calm yet withdrawn girl, unable to speak with other people or kids. The other kids always thought that she was a snob for the way she acted and often tried to prevent being around her, others also said that she was odd. Both her parents loved her and she also loved them back, she also liked and admired her older sister so much because she always protected her. One day she was sent along with her older sister to visit her grandmother out of town, at a luxurious villa. Maria was a bit sad for leaving her parents but they promised that it would be only for a week. But then weeks passed and the two sisters didn’t heard anything from their parents. Dana knew something was wrong so she went to investigate but never returned. Maria was depressed for sometime but with some help from her relatives she was finally able to move on and live happily, though deep inside she still felt depressed for not having her parents nor her sister with her.

Powers and abilities: Electrokinesis, good sense of smell and hearing (when concentrated enough), can shrink to the size of a real life mouse and go back in size at will, manipulation and control of machines and electronics, speed, excellent swimmer, good stealth when being small, can climb the walls thanks to static, magnetism and can magnetize any metalic objects, create thunderstorms, Railgun anime-like ability to shoot nuts and bolts like a powerful laser cannon, using her powers she can create weapons out of the metal and minerals of the floor, summoning thunders, create plasma, and can also shrink other people and back to their original size as well.

Weaknesses: Magnets can block her powers and in magnetic fields she is stripped of them. When she suffers from fever her powers are uncontrollable, she becomes overcharged and makes electronics go high wire. Whenever a lightning falls on her, her powers dissapear for at least a week. Since she’s innocent this also gives her a naive streak, as she can get pranked or fooled easily by Phoebe. Since she isn’t an animal of artic weather, this makes her untolerable to cold, and when in extreme freezing temperatures she can get mortally weak or faint due to losing heat. When small she is prone to be highly vulnerable to many things (extreme cold or hot temperatures, hits, falls, or poison), she also has to restrain eating chocolate unless necessary, cuz it grows her back to her normal size which can become troublesome sometimes. Instrument: Violin Romantic Interests: Damien, Blasco, Fido, Sonic and Shadow.  

Best Friends: Phoebe, Irving, Damien, Nova, Serah, Dana, Sonic, Tails, Fido, Clarissa, Cat-O, Lisa, The barker gang, Blasco, Thomas, Jake, Chase, Indigo, and the Freedom Fighters.

Enemies: Dr. Eggman, Pearl, Crystal Maria, Dr. M, Fallz, Voidless, Edna, Amadeus, Dimensi, Evan, and other bad guys. Paraphernalia: A photo of her parents (her only clue to find them), a comb, and her cellphone. Hometown : Twilight city (formerly)

Family: Silvana (Mother), Salvatore (Father), Dana (Older sister), Stella (Maternal aunt), Rupert (Maternal uncle), and Maternal Grandmother.

Dream: To find her family.

*INTERESTING FACTS (TRIVIA)*:

* Maria’s voice (English): https://youtu.be/b3DaGbMBgAY

* Her characteristics and personality somewhat reseamble that of a “Majo-Shojo” (Magical Girl). Also many of her features are mainly inspired by some of them, like Serena/Usagi Tsukino from Sailor Moon, Sakura Kinomoto from Sakura Card Captor, Momoko/Blossom (Demashita! Powerpuff girls Z), and Doremi Harukaze from Ojamajo Doremi. 

* She’s a very good singer but at first she keeps it to herself due to stage fright. However, she slowly started to get over it and her voice is now recognized by many people.

* Though she likes to be a femenine girl, she also dosen’t mind and is not afraid to do tomboyish stuff either, like climbing trees, playing in the dirt, and doing other kinds of sports (some of which she isn’t very good at, especially when it involves a ball). * She’s extremelly bad at math or anything academical that is related to it. She’s also terrible with computers and dosen’t seem to understand them to that much of an extent then Tails. * She has bad luck with balls, in sports she always get hited in the face, to the point where Phoebe mockingly stated to her that her face was a “Ball magnet”. * Phoebe calls her a “Goofy rat” and Maria in return calls her a “Ruffian princess”. * Her favourite number is 3. * Maria shrinks herself whenever she wants to do things like hidding, eating things in a more bigger perspective, surprising people, helping out, going on adventures and wearing the cute dolls clothes. * When she gets either dizzy or drunk, she has one ear up and the other one is down. * Whenever she goes into a battle, she always takes off her headband to show how serious she is and when it’s over she puts it back. * Maria is a DD bra size. * Her favourite gemstone is the aquamarine. * If her hair gets either cut or burned by someone, Maria goes violent mode and gives a great beatdown to whoever did it. * She is actually very witty when it comes to saving the day, can be sarcastic and is not dumb at all. * She’s allergic to peanuts. * In one of her pockets she always carries around a comb and a compact mirror, while in the other she has the picture of her parents and a cellphone. She also has inner pockets where she stores some coins she finds. * Maria loves animals and can sometimes be found either playing with them or giving them food. She has also went out of her way to rescue them from Eggman. * She uses her own hoodie as a home; she simply takes it off and puts it into place, then she just shrinks and goes in it. She also created her very own bed with some cottons for pillows, a sponge for mattress and a cutted sock for sheet. * Maria and Phoebe’s relationship reminiscence to the one of Serena/Usagi and Rini/Chibiusa from Sailor Moon. * Although Maria is very kind and whatnot, she has several issues when trying to express her feelings openly to the people. She can even be reserved sometimes, including with her close friends, because she feel it is rather complicated to talk to people or she simply dosen’t want to make any squabbles. But the truth is that she dosen’t know how to do it well, since she was not that sociable in her childhood. But she always defends what she believes in, is emotional and is not afraid to spill what she thinks when she feels brave enough or when the situation requires it. * Maria once went to ballet when she was 4 years old, but eventually quited doing it. * She can speak spanish, but just a bit and can say phrases like: “Hola” (Hello), “Amigo, Amiga” (boyfriend or girlfriend) , “Adiós” (Goodbye), “Lo siento” (I’m sorry) and “Gracias” (Thank you). * She always wanted to meet a magical creature. * Maria’s real dream is to have a real home, having someone to love and that loves her back and a family who loves and cares for her in order to have a happy life.

[creativityworks-sx]

5 of the Best Alternative UK Rap Albums of 2019 by Dwayne Wilks

With us all home-bound for the foreseeable future, there’s no better time than now to catch up on the music, film and television that might have passed us by in recent times. When it comes to rap in all its forms, the UK took it to new levels in 2019. Dave delivered a seminal album early in the year. Headie One might have established himself as the star of the drill scene with Music x Road. Through Kano and Wretch we saw the scene’s OGs continue to push themselves and cover unchartered territory (can we also acknowledge the crazy feature run Ghetts has been on). Amidst all the heat and the D-Block Europe clones that 2019 has provided us with though, a lot of sick projects from established artists didn’t get the shine they deserved. Here are 5 of the best that fall within that category: 

Blood, Swvgg, Tears/Youngs Teflon

For the past 10 years Youngs has consistenly delivered quality UK rap. Now a veteran, Blood, Swvgg, and Tears sees Tef’ continue with gritty tales of the trap and the South London streets, while sounding hungrier than a lot of the scene’s newcomers. The sample driven Aaliyah and the conceptual Broken Safety exhibit Young’s vintage storytelling abilty, the latter inspired by his favourite rapper, Nas’ classic track I Gave You Power. Being a decade deep in the game, Teflon, (aka ‘Jimmy’) has sharpened his pen to the point that almost every bar comes packaged with a punchline and those punchlines don’t (often) miss. Couple his wordplay with the overall sonics of the project; hard-hitting drilly beats that align the album with the current sound of the scene, and Blood, Swvgg and Tears establishes Jimmy as a stalwart of UK hiphop. That’s if he wasn’t one already. The best thing is, it looks like he’s still getting better. 

(Best Tracks: 3AM In Brixton, Clout, Rehab, Survivor Stories Pt.2)

Kojey Radical/Cashmere Tears

Cashmere Tears gifts us with Kojey’s usual intricate and poetic flows, introspective content and performative delivery. As he has been for some years now, he gives us finely crafted bars about steeped in introspection, but this time they are delivered over warm sultry basslines and endorphin-inducing horns. On Can’t Go Back, producer Swindle’s joy-filled funk is married with Kojey’s lyrics celebrating his re-emergence from a dark mental space. This is the formula that carries much of the project; candid, vulnerable bars atop infectious instrumentation. When it comes to levels of funk, the album resides high up in the stratosphere. I’m not sure there’s a rapper in the UK that’s as comfortable up at those dizzying heights. Don’t believe me? Do yourself a favour and listen to Kojey glide over the album’s title track Cashmere Tears.

The warm basslines and brass sections are repurposed later in the album, matching the more sombre topics Kojey tackles. Case in point being the track Eleven which sees Kojey grieve the death of his close friend. The vulnerability showed on songs like this and the choir assisted closer Last Night has an endearing effect on you as you listen; you can’t help but appreciate the raw honesty in the act of exposing your lowest moments. Cashmere Tears is an example of how music can offer a view into an artist’s conscience and psyche. When it comes to pushing the boundaries of the UK music scene Kojey Radical is at the forefront, his workload far outweighing his acclaim. 

(Best Tracks: Cashmere Tears, Eleven, Feel About It)

Money Over Everyone/P Money

P Money has never made the most humble music. Moretime he’s spitting bars soaked in arrogance over grime instrumentals, and it’s this arrogance that makes Money Over Everyone 3 so hard. P Money revels in his longstanding refusal to comprimise from the grime genre, taking every opportunity to tell everyone that doubted his and grime’s staying power, “hate to tell you ‘I told you so’… but I told you so”. Countless times on M.O.E.3 P Money shamelessly champions his own integrity, like his boasts about touring Australia for the fourth time on Shh Hut Yuh Mout which has JME repeat one of his classic refrains all over the hook. There is a deliberate attempt to align himself with JME who is featured and name dropped at several points on the album and P is fully deserving of the type of recognition that the BBK legend recieves, especially after an album like this. Amidst all the boasy talk, M.O.E.3 does have its more reflective moments; Live This Twice has P show that he doesn’t at all take his success for granted and on That’s Air Manga St Hilare assists in explaining the mindset of the kids on road that have nothing to lose and move accordingly. 

(Standout Tracks: Where & When, About Grinding, Live This Twice)

Little Simz has recieved a lot of praise this year, mainly for starring in the latest season of Top Boy on Netflix. While she’s fully deserving of the acclaim for her acting, her muscial endeavours might have gone slightly under the radar. Grey Area is Simz’s best work yet; at times vulnerable and at times aggressive, at times sombre but always honest. The raw drum break and distorted bassline underpins Simbi’s boasy, hostile tone in the opener Offence. Within no time it’s clear: Little Simz can rap. So as impressive as these aggresive moments are, it’s elsewhere on the project that Simz really shines. 

There’s a dope moment of nostalgia on the song 101FM; nostalgia both in the sonics and sentiment of the track. From this, the mid-way point of the album, Simz gets into her personal bag. On Therapy she opens up about attending therapy sessions to cope with the burdens of fame and relationships, but unexpectedly declares the practice of therapy ineffective and unhelpful. Unexpected because the next track, Sherbet Sunset, is a rambling confession of the pain of a broken heart. Lines like “ Still it hurts tremendously, can’t bear the intensity”, “ Lost part of myself, and I can’t get her back”, “ Who am I? I’m a mess, more sinning, more spending” paint a picture of someone in dire need of therapy. It seems though that Little Simz’ prefers to heal through her music, putting her pain in her lyrics provides all the catharsis she needs. And long as it works for, I’m here for it. The blessings and burdens of fame, the contrast of her introversion and her intensity, it all makes for Little Simz’ Grey Area.  

(Standout Tracks: Selfish, 101 FM, Pressure)

Not Waving But Drowning/Loyle Carner

Not Waving But Drowning feels longer than its 45 minute run time. The record’s generally slow-tempo and Carner’s easy flow don’t make for the most thrilling of listens. Carner’s effortless delivery might even be enough to send the more passive listener to sleep. Animated and energetic it is not, but Carner’s magic is found in his deeply personal lyrics, full of feeling. In his patented fluid rhyme style, he tells of a train journey that spurs thoughts of a future family in Ottolenghi, the track made all the more touching by tenderness of Jordan Rakei’s singing on the hook. There are a host of touching moments on the album like the song Desoleil (Brilliant Corners) which features elusive UK singer Sampha and is a perfect fit for the vocalist, with its ballad-like pace and fleeting drums that hide in the back of the track, allowing the piano riff to lead.

The personal, touching moments continue with songs like Loose Ends (for which Jorja Smith lends her vocals) and Krispy, an attempt to amend a failed friendship. Maybe the most intimate moment is Looking Back where Carner explains his feelings of being lost because of being mixed race. This song isn’t the contrived and corny stuff we hear from some (*looks in the direction of Logic*), but is as earnest as it is honest, exemplified by the hard-hiting line “I’m thinking that my great grandfather could’ve owned my other one/ And yo, that shit is weird”. Despite the reminiscing on times less certain and existential struggles of Not Waving But Drowning, the album doesn’t feel negative or depressive. Even though much of the instrumentation is melancholy in feel, much is also pretty feel-good. There is a lot of optimism about the future and there is a lot of talk of love, whether it’s directed towards his friends, family or partner. Loyle Carner probes around in his own feelings in this project and invites us to join the search.

(Standout Tracks: Ice Water, Ottolenghi, Desoleil (Brilliant Corners), Looking Back)

Written by Dwayne Wilks

[nautiscarader]

For Kinktober: 1. Ass worship/spanking with Borra/Makosami. The two couples indulge in swinging once a month. And tonight, is the guys turn to take charge. They have the ladies on hands and knees on the edge of the bed, where they eat them out before taking them doggy-stlye. The guys pay special attention to their partners ass.

Well, Kinkvember is here, I really apologise for not making it on time with an actual kinktober, but I had lots of RL stuff on my head. In hindsight, I think I have bitten a bit more than I could chew, next year I definitely gonna do only one of these.

Still, I’m not gonna let you guys down, so here comes the first prompt!

()(Ao3)(Next>>)

The spacious bedroom of the Sato mansion was filled with series of harmonising moans as Korra and Asami writhed in place under the assault of caresses from their partners. It wouldn’t be the first time such even took place; the love in the team Avatar flowed freely like the magic of the elements, and occasionally, the two couples would swap partners for a night, especially if they knew they had something prepared for them.

And today, the amazing probending brothers wanted nothing more than to worship their women’s asses. Bolin was especially fond of it, and it was a rare chance for Korra to receive his amazing treatment instead of Asami. She couldn’t however say she was at loss in this transaction; Mako’s tongue, while not as skilled as Bolin, was sending spark after spark of excitement all throughout her body, as he ventured into areas he usually didn’t explore.

Of course, one missing flavour came in when Korra’s and Asami’s lips connected, and for quite a while the two breathed in the same air and cried with the same voice, as their boyfriends kissed their posteriors, taking care of their delicate buttholes and giving them occasional, playful spanks in contrast. Korra and Asami looked back at their boys, meeting their frisky smiles and hungry eyes, while their twisted bodies still shivered with each kiss of their lips and moves of their fingers, caressing their holes.

Bolin, once again, was a bit more prepared, much to Korra’s enjoyment. What just a minute ago was a heavy, stone paperweight with very definite and scary-looking edges, under his earthbending fingers became an oblong, curved shape that came closer and closer to Korra’s lower lips and asshole. She braced herself and just before the cold, smooth rock would enter one of her holes, she met with Asami’s curiously sly smile, and for a moment, she didn’t know what could that mean.

And then, the Avatar flailed her legs when the alien object filled her from both sides, twisting and changing shape under the earthbender’s touch. The stone dildo he was making on the spot seemed to adapt to the contracting walls of Avatar’s sex and ass, and the fact that Bolin could do it so quickly was a feat on its own. But it was hips lips and tongue, nibbling, licking and kissing her clit and the erogenous zone around her sex that completed the experience. With one of her legs high in the air, Bolin had practically unrestricted access to her posterior and crotch, and he was using all of his talents to make sure not a single square inch was left without care.

On the other side of the bed, lying in almost mirrored position, Asami was receiving a much rougher, but not unpleasant treatment; Mako’s fingers danced around her butthole and sex, and with each pass, his fingertips became hotter and hotter, bringing a surprising pangs of heat in the least expected places. But it was the tiny jolts of electricity Mako was producing that shocked - quite literally - the businesswoman he was taking care of. Though she’s seen lightningbenders in action, she was surprised how precise his sparks could be, stimulating just the right part of her body, and making her muscles twitch on command, asserting his dominance over her.

At some point, the girls’ reached their hands to each other, and their fingers intertwined, as their boys’ caresses grew in intensity. Smacking, slapping and slurping noises filled the spacious bedroom, as Bolin and Mako worshipped their bottoms, bringing Korra and Asami closer and closer to their peaks, with each move of their fingers and lips, delicate or not. The women found it difficult to contain their oncoming orgasms, and though they would often cry into reach other’s mouths, this time they decided to serenade their swapped boyfriends with nothing that could tamper with their voices.

Korra came first, under Bolin’s double dildo, simultaneously rock hard and flexible like clay, flooding his mouth with her juices. Asami wasn’t far behind, and when Mako pressed two of his fingers against her clit, she knew what he was about to do. The next moment, Asami Sato arched her back and nearly jumped into the air, when a very precise jolt shocked through her body, starting from her jewel. She grabbed Korra and pressed her lips against hers, sharing the mind-blowing experience that just a few moments ago made her see the stars.

She found her solace in Korra, just as her body was torn with her climax, and the two let each other seep their moans into their mouths, while their boyfriends took care of their lower bodies. For a solid while, the two breathed in the synchronised motion, and when they let go of each other, their faces were crimson red, and their erratic breathing were the proof of their men’s prowess as lovers.

And then, in a single moment, their eyes went wide, as two pairs of strong arms grabbed their waists and pulled them from their privileged position into a much more animalistic one forcing them onto all fours. Before Korra or Asami could react, two loud, simultaneous slaps echoed and reverberated throughout the chamber, breaking the tranquillity. Korra and Asami let out a shriek that turned into a long wail when two spanks were complemented with Mako and Bolin sheathing themselves into them in a single move.

Korra’s cry was even more surprised as she felt something cold and slippery around het butthole just before Bolin’s cock tore her asshole apart that just a minute ago was so loved by him. Asami was less surprised, but still pleased when Mako’s cock slipped inside her pussy, but the strength with which he implaed himself inside her, made her cry with equally loud voice. From their opposite positions, Korra and Asami could see the looks on the other boy’s face, and when their eyes met, they knew that the foreplay was over.

There wss nothing left of boys’ gallant and charming behaviour. At some point, Bolin even grabbed Korra’s arms and pulled them behind her back, using them as reins as he fucked her ass, and not short after that, his brother mimicked his moves, bending Asami into even more submissive pose, of which she certainly did not oppose. The rich entrepreneur was being rutted, as Mako shoved his cock deep inside her, making her bounce back and forth with each and every move of his, and soon, Korra’s body began flailing in the same way around Bolin’s cock, leaving the two girls completely on their boys’ mercy.  

- Bolin…! - Ma-Mako!

Two more loud slaps echoed in the room, as the boys kept their promises, reminding their girlfriends of their positions.

- Please! - The two begged, feeling the thrill of submission in her veins, and only when they mewled those words, the boys obliged.

Bolin was the first to lose his grip; his body shuddered and his voice quivered, as he shot jets of his cum deep inside Korra’s ass, supplying her with the steady flow of his thick cream, that, predictably, soon overflowed her hole. Mako’s orgasm was quicker, as he shot short pulses of his seed deep into Asami’s pussy, watching as the warmth of his spunk makes the heiress writhe and squirm with each portion, letting the nastiest and loudest moans escape her mouth.

With their hands free, the girls were able to put one last piece of the puzzle together, and they eagerly reached to caress each other’s clits, though for once, their boys were faster, bringing them to orgasm with their skilled fingers. Asami howled first, when a quick, joined rub of Mako and Korra made her shiver, and Bolin himself was able to bring the Avatar to tears when he hited inside her one last time, while his massive balls, slapping against her delicate button, combined with his stronger fingertips brought her to her peak.

The two women writhed and quaked for a few moments, seemingly infinite, as their orgasms rocked their bodies, and when their lips met again, it almost felt as if their climaxes joined and mixed like two water currents, creating more and more waves witch each pass.  

And as unexpectedly as the spanks, came the kisses, covering the inflamed areas of their delicate bottoms. Bolin and Mako peppered their tired girlfriends’ bodies with kisses, simultaneously watching with pride the two creampies seeping from their used holes, and a moment later, they were rewarded with sounds of Asami’s and Korra’s lips being pressed together in a series of long, salacious kisses and moans. Each kiss of their boyfriend made them shiver, as it brought the soothing feeling to their tender parts that just a moment ago were so roughly used. Their fingers danced around their pussies and buttholes, circling around their most delicate places.

- Are you alright, girls? - Mako asked rising from between Asami’s thighs - I hope we weren’t too rough… - Trust us, if you were, you’d know it.

Korra replied, and a moment later Bolin jumped in place as a small water whip drawn from the fountain smacked him in the ass.

- Feel free to continue kissing us, though, we love when you guys are on your knees. - Asami moaned. - Yeah, kissing is all fine and dandy, but I think each of you boys forgot one place to visit… - Korra added and looked at their lovers. - I think you’re right.

Bolin smirked as he passed the lube to Mako.

[amongsthewavesff]

Two

 Morning light hited my face warmily. I opened slowly the eyes, Eddie was beside me, sleeping. I remember I thought: "I'm so fucking lucky" 

Couple minutes after, he opened the eyes, those blue oceans and stare directly at mine, again, my heart was happy: 

  -Good morning, angel- I loved his voice after waking up. 

-Hi, sweetheart! Are you ok? 

-Sure, was a fun night, huh? 

-Yeah, your new friends are actually very kind and funny... 

-Well, you like them, so I think was a cool first meeting, right? 

-Yeah! So what's next, what are we gonna do today?  

-I have a practice with the band, we'll testing some new stuff that Matt got for us 

-Can I go? 

-Sure, babe. But first, let's take a shower, we stink! 

-Ok, come on!- I got up from bed and opened my suitcase, need some clean clothes. 

-You're so gorgeous! Come here! Let's stay in bed a little more longer...-he graped my hips and pull me into his arms. 

-Ok, but, what's this?- I smiled after feel his boner. 

-It's because of this...- he touched my breast and my ass. 

-Babe... 

-Ask for it... 

-No... 

-Ask for it, Belle... 

-I want you right now inside of me...-I was so blushed. 

-Come here, my dear! 

 After taking a shower and have some breakfast, we went to his practice...All that talent, was amazing have been noticed it. 

The band was called "Mookie Blaylock", and they were too good. Matt was this kinda bandmanager.  They practiced really hard, almost 5 hours, trying over and over again, new chords, new lyrics, new bass...I mean, they were really into it. 

That week became amazing, Eddie showed to me a lot of cool and awesome places of the city, at same time he share the pictures and records that he made along four months. By the next friday, Mookie Baylock had a show in a really big rock music bar place. 

The guys gave a incredible show, the crowd were crazy about them! Honestly, they did their best and the fact was that I wasn't the only one who thought it. Everyone were talking about their performance, and were all cool things. 

Back to Stone's place and in the middle of a chat, this girl Sasha was drunk and kind of cheeky.  

She took me by the arm and asked me to speak alone. I agreed, without much encouragement to endure her drunkenness. 

-So, Isabelle, right? 

-Yes, Sasha. What happens? What do you want to talk to me about? 

-Well, I'm just very curious. I mean, Eddie talks about you in a very ... how can I say it? ... in a very different way, you know? You're like a mystery, but I see you and you don't look like that. You look very ordinary, don't get offended. 

-Oh thanks. I suppose. And what you need to be explain? 

-Okay. You have the right to be offended, although it was not my intention, Isabelle ... 

-Look, Sasha, I don't know what's wrong with you, you can't be nice with me since the moment you met me. I don't know what's going on ... let's cope with this situation. 

-Isabelle, I just want you to know that what I'm going to tell you is an act of bravery ...- she said and then made a strange grimace. 

-Of course, no problem.- I said a little confused. 

-I'm falling in love with Eddie ... we're roommates and it's not like we have anything, we're just friends, but I'm feeling things for him ... I'm not trying to get in the meddle of your relationship. Just, from girl to girl, you are very lucky. 

-Oh thanks... 

 -Babe! Here you are! - Eddie hugged me from behind. -Are you having fun? 

-Yep! - I hugged his arms. 

-So, Sash, how you doing, buddy? 

-Everything, Eddie. We just talked a little, girls stuff. - she took a big sip of her drink. 

-I interrupted something? - He kissed me on the cheek 

- Not at all, Edd.- Sasha was ahead to answer 

-You smell so good- Eddie said kissing my neck. 

-Honey! - I laughed a little uncomfortable at the presence of Sasha. 

-I'm sorry, it's just that I miss you so much already 

-Don't be exaggerated, it's still here- Sasha smiled genuinely. 

-Oh, if you knew how much I need her here. Her smile, her arms, her voice before sleeping ... never leave, Belle... 

-Ok, guys. See you later- she walks away. 

-So. What were you talking about?- he suddenly asked. 

-Well- I stopped- Did you like her? 

-Uhm, she's a nice girl. Sometimes she's a little quiet, but we're kind of friends now, she trust a lot on me...I don't know, I guess I like her, why? 

-Just, I was wondering how was your relation with her... 

-Are you jealous, baby?  

-No, at all. I have to admit that she's a very pretty girl. But, nothing more... 

-Ok...she's just a friend, babe. Besides, you're the most beautiful girl on earth- he kissed my nose. - And I will not cheating you yet, 'cause I'm not a rockstar already...I'm so poor to make something like that. 

-Aww- I laughed 

After two beautiful weeks in Seattle, I had to return to reality,  university and job.  

I didn't feel uneasy when I left, after all Eddie was fine and everything seemed to go well with the band, in two months they would have their first presentation, they still worked on the name of the band and on the songs of the first demo that they would promote in some bars in the city. 

At the airport we were joined by Stone (I had a good friendly chemistry with him), Mike, Liz and Sasha (with whom I couldn't speak because she always seemed indisposed) 

While we were driving there, Stone asked Eddie something: 

-So Eddie, do you plan to get married?I mean, with the wedding, the priest and all those stuff ... 

-Do you believe in marriage? - Mike asked. 

-Well, buddy. There is only one person in the entire universe with whom I could try that, the only one, that if she asked me to, I would renounce any belief I had. On the other hand, I don't know if I believe in traditional marriage, I believe in commitment and in celebrating it. - Eddie gently squeezed my hand and kissed my cheek. 

- Aww, come on, Edd! Why you have to be so perfect together! - Liz was so cute. 

-So, would you marry him? - Mike joked 

-With him I would go to the end of the world- I squeezed his arm with some gratitude. 

-How old are you, Isabelle? - Sasha suddenly asked 

-I'm 20- I answered kindly.- And you? 

-24, same as Eddie. In fact my birthday is two weeks before his. 

-Can celebrate together this year! - I smiled- true, honey? 

-Wait ... 20??? Eddie, did you make her your girlfriend at age 15?! I mean, you were 20!! - Stone was incredulous. 

-16! And I want to clear up that! I'm not a pervert, nothing happened with Belle until she was 18! 

-What !? - the others seemed not to believe him.  

Sasha looked at me with a strange strange gaze. 

-Guys, please! - Eddie laughed- when I met her I knew that she would be the woman who would steal my sleep all my life, and that's how it was. And I was lucky that she looked at me. And she deserved all the waiting and patience of the world. This beautiful woman who holds my hand and my back is the nicest and most beautiful spirit that has ever crossed my life. So those 2 years waiting were worth every second ...- he added looking at me with some tenderness. 

-I like you, guys- Mike said with a funny grimace on his face. 

I left Seattle with a huge smile on my face. My confidence in Eddie was still clear and definitely the time we spent together was valuable to both of us, we were able to fully enjoy it. 

It had been another two months since that time. I went back to stay for a weekend and everything went well, however, when I got back home, something strange began to happen in the next few days.  

The presentations of the band began, now with the name of "Mookie Blaylock", the favorite player of the boys. His repertoire was short 5 own songs and 2 covers. Apparently they were drawing public attention and Matt, his representative was moving fast in the flourishing industry of the area.  

Something was happening, I soon felt that the distance between Eddie and me was huge, when I needed him he was not, and deep inside I understood that the band demanded a lot of his time in those moments, I swear, I really understood it, but what I couldn't explain was the fact that he didn't have 10 minutes to call and hear from me. 

  Things in school and in the job were very difficult, also with dad's crisis. The girls tried to be with me, but come on! they also had a life ... 

I began to have doubts about ourselves, it was the first indicator that something was failing, and that was my fear. At night my head was filled with doubts and twisted thoughts. Is he with another girl? He loves me or he don't love me anymore? And if everything was a youthful fantasy? 

Why he has not called? 

  When we were talking on phone everything seemed fine, until the moment of hanging up, sometimes neither of us knew what to say, that was another alert that I knew how to face in time ... 

Days gone really hard and slow...my head was about to explote and my chest felt cold... 

He was living a stage of adventure and perhaps the most supportive thing that I could do for him was to give him the space to enjoy it to the fullest. 

I had been thinking for days about how to say it, how to speak it without looking like a crazy jealous, I knew it was not insecurity, it was letting him enjoy freely, I mean, doing everything he had to do without thinking about how it would affect me...was har to find words. 

 Finally my phone rang:  

 -Eddie! - I was happy to hear it.  

 -Belle! Hi! - He seemed a little discouraged.  

 -Hello, babe! How are you? How is everything? 

 -Well, I'm a little tired, you know ... But everything is going well, we are very excited. There are many talented people everywhere, but there is no competition, you know? It's more like a huge musical studio, with alcohol and drugs everywhere ...  

 -I can imagine, there are many young people. And you? Do you join those parties of uncontrolled alcohol and drugs?  

 - Not really, I just don't use hard drugs, you know that.  

 -I'm glad, honey. You're not a rockstar yet, you cannot waste the money on that way...- I laughed.  

 -Belle, what's wrong? Something in your voice is killing me... - he fired.  

 I felt a seething fear rising from my stomach to my chest.  

 -It's not easy, baby...  

 -Come on, Bellie, tell me...  

 -You know I love you, right?  

 -I know and I love you too, my love... now tell me what's wrong?  

 -Edd. I want to talk about something I thought... - I hesitated to say it. 

 -Tell me... 

 -Well, do you remember when you told me that a girl got naked in your bed, and those girls who wanted you? 

 -Yes, nothing important. Belle. Are you ok? 

 -Eddie, I think we need to give us a time. I mean, before something bad happens... you know? I have doubts at night and it is unfair to overshadow this fantastic moment in your life... 

 -What are you talking about, Isabelle? 

 -Eddie, maybe you need to live alone this moment. It's costing me a lot of effort to endure all this. I'm finishing with the uni and everything is very busy, the job, everything is complicated at home. I need you, but you're not here. You never pick the phone...think about it, I don't want to destroy what we have... 

  -You're feeling something for another man? - He interrupted abruptly. 

  -No! God, Edd! Don't say that, my dear. Just, maybe we should just have a little rest of all this madness ... 

  -Belle, I know this is not an excuse, but ... if sometimes I don't call you, it's because I'm really tired and I just want to rest and write ... please don't take it in the wrong way. I think you also understand that we must continue doing things in our personal space ... Honey, everything is happening very fast, but that doesn't mean that this care less to me, or that you stop being that person who gives meaning to everything, angel... . 

  -Eddie...did you hear me? Are you listening to me?- I couldn't contain the crying. 

  -Belle, dear ... please, forgive me ... I'm a fool. Don't make a decision for both. 

  -Eddie, don't get rid of the best we have, please, babe ... 

  -Darling, don't say that. Please, give me the opportunity to repair it ... 

  -Eddie, no. Listen, we need this. If we continue with this, we will hurt ourselves, honey. 

  -Are you leaving me, Belle? 

  -Eddie ... 

  -Are you leaving me, Isabelle? Tell me... 

  -Just lets take a break, there's a lot happening around us. 

  -Belle, please, sweetheart ... there's someone else, right? 

  -No, my love. Don't go with those twisted thoughts. 

  -So? I cannot understand what is happening! I did something... Belle, there's no sense in what you've told me ... 

  -Eddie, it's just a time ... if we don't stop we'll stumble. I am beginning to feel jealousy and doubts. You too! Open your eyes, please. If we don't take some time, we will destroy it. 

  -Are you talking about that guy in the office? Belle don't compare, he told you that he is in love with you and works with you, you eat together, daily! ... it's not the same, my dear... 

  -Can you see it now? Eddie... we need this. 

  -No... you need it. And you clearly don't need me to make a decision ... 

  -Eddie, please. Let's do this in the best way, the right way. 

  -What are we doing right, Belle? Throw you into the arms of another man? Honey, think about it... you're going to break my heart if you don't come back ... 

  -We'll be fine, you can always talk to me when you want, and we can talk about everything... you can have fun, Edd... live your moment. I will be here, forever, for you. 

  -I love you, Isabelle, but stop saying bullshit! Fun???  what kind of fun?  

 -I don't know babe, there's a lot of parties and girls and... 

 -Really, Belle?- he interrupted me with some anger. 

 -Eddie, don't be so rude withe me, I'm trying to think of both and the best for us, for this... 

 -Belle, I don't need that kind of fun with any other girl... don't need any space. But I will respect your decision ... 

  -Eddie, we love each other, right? 

  -I do, but I'm not sure about what that means to you now- He was hurt. 

  -Edd, I love you. So much. 

  -Belle ... goodbye- he hung up. 

  I called again, a lot of times. Eddie never picked up the phone again. 

I left a message on his answering machine: 

  "Eddie, I love you, I will always be there for you, no matter the time or the distance, my heart and my soul belongs to you. 

What I did was for both of us, you will see that time will prove it. Take care and keep reaping the success you deserve. 

 You are the love of my life, Edd. And I swear to you that we will hold our hands again in another moment of our lives. 

  I know it hurts, but it was not a goodbye, darling. 

Be a good boy and enjoy the days that run in your heart. " 

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Education Qualification:- - Deputy Vice President: Candidate must have CA/ICWA (Final) Minimum 12 years of post-qualification experience in different areas of Finance & Accounts viz. Project & corporate accounting, Financial management, Budgetary planning & control, Treasury management, finalization of accounts, a compilation of accounts, auditing management, taxation, tendering, costing of projects, MIS,liosoning with Ministries, Govt. Department, CAG, bank, etc. - Deputy General Manager: Candidate must have Graduate in Engineering (Full Time) Minimum 10 years post qualification work experience required. Out of total post Qualification, experience candidates should have at least 5 years of hands-on experience in Public Procurement Procedure of Medical Equipment, Goods, Material, etc. - Chief Project Manager: Candidate must have B E / B Tech- Civil (Full Time) Or Diploma Civil (Full Time). -  Manager /Deputy Manager (IT): Candidate must have B E / B Tech (Information Technology / Computer Science) (Full Time) Minimum 5 Yrs for Manager /3 Yrs for DM of post-qualification work experience in e-office, Software development tools, Server infra management & networking.  - Junior Account Assistant: Candidate must have B.Com/CA (Inter) / ICWA (Inter/CS (Inter). - Senior Research Assistant: Candidate must have a Diploma/B.Sc. (Electronics/Electrical/Computer Science) Minimum 1 Year of Post qualification experience required in assisting in conducting Test and report preparation. - Office Boy: Candidate must have 10th Pass Minimum 1 Years post qualification experience. For more details see the official notification. Age Limit:- - Applicants Age Limit Must be within the range of 18 to 50 years (as on 01/03/2020). - Age relaxations will be applicable as per the Government Reservation rules. Application Fees:- - See the official notification. Nationality:- - Must Be Indian SELECTION PROCESS:- - If you submit your application form. Than After verification of all application forms, All the eligible candidates will be selected through the following steps. 1. Written Test.

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Vignette: Dawn Middleton - Open Studio Weekend Artist

“I spend a lot of time ruminating and then I create.” – Dawn Middleton

Dawn Middleton is an art jewelry designer and fabricator who hand fabricate each piece out of sterling silver, gold, bronze, semi-precious, precious stones, and found objects. She finds inspiration in the organic forms and lines of her natural surroundings.

Of course, this is true of so many artists and artisans, and that they bend and shape metal to reflect such an aesthetic is always remarkable. Middleton lets the chosen stone lead the design, so that the Shell Aquamarine Necklace we see here envelopes the delicate shell in tender, scalloped folds, while the stone below it is set a bit more traditionally, yet its weight, appropriately positioned beneath the lighter shell, anchors the design.

Middleton’s origins as an artisan might seem surprising: “Interestingly, it was Ford Motor Company that nurtured me early on. For 14 years, I worked in Ford’s body shop, part of that time as a welder. I left when the company downsized, and from there I took personal responsibility for my growth. I studied interior design for four years, and those studies helped me understand that I could produce artful objects by applying the shapes, colors and textures of nature to jewelry design.” “This passion and my skill were enhanced through metal smith classes. That changed my desire to bring into this world something special. I am inspired by my natural surroundings, and I love gardening and being one with nature, and my jewelry designs reflect that special part of me.” I have been metal smithing for only five years, and like the right plants, in the right soil, in the right sunlight, with the right amount of rain, my growth and the results have been evident.”

Middleton feels a profound spiritual element in her creative process, and a communal pride with her fellow artisans. “When I light up the torch, design ideas flow to me as I go through the process, and inspiration spills out from my soul. I am blessed to be working in my in-home studio, where I spend four to five days a week on my craft, always giving gratitude for the wonderful abundance that is all around. My Hoosier landscape inspires me every day during every season, leading me to why being an Indiana Artisan is important to me. I wanted to represent the state I live in with my creations and get to know other Indiana Artisans. I am proud that my work represents Indiana, and personally I feel blessed to be a part of a great organization focused on what is flowing from very creative people.”

Dawn Middleton will be participating in the 2017 Open Studio Weekend, sponsored by Louisville Visual Art and University of Louisville’s Hite Art Institute. Her studio, located in Greenville Indiana, will be open the weekend of November 4 and 5. Tickets for Open Studio Weekend will go on sale October 16. Click here for more information.

Hometown: Tacoma, Washington Education: Bachelor Degree in Interior Design and Associates Degree in Computer Science. Website: dawnmiddleton.com Instagram: dawnmiddleton/

Written by Keith Waits. Entire contents copyright © 2017 Louisville Visual Art. All rights reserved

[everybodywantssomething]

1-10!

1: name 11 bands you listen to regularly - Canned Heat, Eagles, Huey Lewis and The News, Simon & Garfunkel, The Band, The Byrds, The Beach Boys, The Beatles, Joanna Newsom, Ninja Sex Party, Sweet (I’m sorry but I really cannot think of good answers for this)

2: is there a band with only one song you like? - I think it’s just because I haven’t listened to enough of their stuff to know if I like more but I used to really love Lovebeat by The DeFranco Family

3: what is a very unpopular band you’re into? tell a little bit about them - Clover. I guess I don’t know if they’re that unpopular but I still adore them and find them kind of underrated. They’re a country rock band I think? They were never too famous as a band together but each member ended up becoming more famous in their respective works after they broke up which I find interesting and sort of sad too I suppose.

4: name a great band you recently discovered - I sort of discovered them about a year and a half or two years ago, but The Tragic Thrills.

5: which rare recording of any band would you like to possess? - It’s getting late and my creativity is not strong but probably In Spite of All the Danger by whatever The Beatles were called at that point. Or Stuart Sutcliffe’s cover of Love Me Tender if that really is him singing.

6: is there an artist whose solo career you prefer over their work with their band(s)? - I can think of so many musicians that apply to the opposite of this situation. Actually I guess George Harrison? Once he was free to play his own music that he had been storing up for so many years, it was so good. George Harrison. He’s a good answer.

7: which is you favourite side project by any band member? - Do the Traveling Wilburys count as an answer? Do they count as a side project even though The Beatles had broken up by then? I’m going to go with them.

8: which song do you think should everybody listen to at least once in their lives? - I don’t know if there’s an exact name for this song (besides The Inner Light part of course) but this part from Concert for George has always been beautiful to me and I want to share it.

9: explain why your favourite song is your favourite song - I don’t know if I have a *favorite* song but one I adore from a band I adore is Fried Hockey Boogie by Canned Heat simply because it’s one giant jam session with the band and Bob Hite is a great leader as he introduces everyone. The song makes me smile whenever I listen to it.

10: any bands you got into after seeing them live? - Not really, no. I usually only attend concerts of people I already love a lot. Though I think seeing Sting live, I did get a much bigger appreciation for his music and voice.

[diveplanit]

Munda Magic: a land of wrecks, reefs, walls and legends

Award-winning photographer PT (Pink Tank) Hirschfield spends seven days of underwater exploration with Dive Munda and discovers the restorative powers of the legendary ‘Munda Magic’.

Sitting here in the tranquil Solomon Islands outpost of Munda, it’s difficult to imagine these blue skies buzzing with WWII Japanese and US fighter planes. Yet not far beneath the surface of the calm waters surrounding Dive Munda HQ lie the P-39 Airacobra, a small Jap Zero fighter plane lying at 28 metres, and the Douglas Bomber close to the shore at 12-14 metres depth.

Photo: PT Hirschfield

This region is rich with historical significance. Several islands stand as shrines to one Lieutenant John F. Kennedy and his heroic feats when his vessel was rammed and wrecked by a Japanese destroyer. Diving the easily accessible plane and shipwrecks in this region, seeing them take on new lives as artificial reefs, just one of many reasons to explore the lagoons of the Solomon Islands’ Western Province.

During my visit, a group of aquatic historians are laying plaques on known wrecks and seeking local knowledge to discover wrecks that have never yet been dived. Unlike many of the divers attracted to this region, war and history have somehow never quite held the same appeal for me.

While I enjoy photographing the small fighter plane wrecks, I find myself more drawn to the living, breathing pelagics swirling past the current prone slopes and drop offs, of Munda’s Shark Point, Eagles Nest, Barry’s Breakfast and Secret Spot. I’m enthralled by three spotted eagle rays dancing at depth, large schools of barracuda, curious batfish, midnight snappers, bumphead parrotfish, yellow tailed kingfish and trevally. The appearance of occasional black tip, white tip and silvertip reef sharks, small devil rays and turtles are always cause for celebration. When I am underwater surrounded by such incredible diversity of marine animals, I can barely spare a thought for the complexities of life on land.

A diverse range of sites is easily accessible between ten and forty minutes across the gorgeous bay by boat from Agnes Gateway Hotel, where Dive Munda is based. The bommies and rocky outcrops of Haipe Reef, Rainbow Reef and Susu Hite Island play host to a wide diversity of hard and soft corals, barrel sponges and countless fish species.

Amongst the most photogenic are many types of anemone fish; the white-bonnet variety are endemic to the Solomon’s and are easily found along with nine other varieties. Dartfish, bannerfish, tangs, triggerfish and moray eels are some of the more commonly sighted species seen availing themselves of the ever-present cleaning stations. The highly decorative leopard wrasse is far less common and sighting one feels like winning a jackpot. Small octopuses and cuttlefish hide amongst the rocks between all the hard and soft corals, brightly coloured sponges and spectacular gorgonian fans.

The last ten or so metres at the gorgeous Rainbow Reef are a poignant reminder of the 2016 tsunami, the slopes in the shallows being almost completely comprised of coral rubble. Yet life goes on and there are scattered signs of new growth and marine life, a testament to the resilience of nature.

Photo: PT Hirschfield

Langarana (along with nearby Belobelo) is one of Munda’s signature sites. A sheer wall descends hundreds of metres, festooned with gorgeous brightly coloured spaghetti-like sponges and some of the largest sea fans in the world (purportedly home to pygmy seahorses). Big-eye mackerel, tuna and eagle rays pass in the blue, while black tip sharks are found resting in the rocky swim throughs. Tombatuni Point is another of the best wall sites the Solomon’s has to offer, coupling large pelagics with stunning sponges and fans. A myriad of macro treasures, particularly nudibranchs, can be found hidden along the wall.

Photo: PT Hirschfield

One of the most memorable dives in this region, however, is the Cave of the Kastom Shark, entered through a sinkhole in the middle of a small coral atoll. The vertical shaft descends to around 35 metres before opening up into a chamber, where we follow a guideline through a narrow tunnel to a wide opening on a vertical coral wall.

Photo: PT Hirschfield

Throughout this region, dolphins can often be seen from the surface. Rumours of occasional hammerheads and legends of dugongs seen once but never again stir my senses. Surface intervals are spent on lush deserted islands with a generous feast of snacks and an opportunity to go exploring before re-boarding the dive tender for the next dive.

I have always been obsessed with details, taking intimate macro portraits of the marine creatures I encounter. But the Magic of Munda compels me to broaden my field of vision, to see all that lies before me as part of a much bigger picture. My photos from this trip are primarily wide angle. On this trip, I have been less focussed on isolating and capturing tiny subjects and details and more intrigued by finding the connections between beautifully chaotic elements within the broader scheme, often bursting with colour. The diversity of sites on offer is breathtaking, and more than can be adequately explored in a single week.

Photo: PT Hirschfield

Availing myself of the typical three dives a day on offer, my seven days of underwater exploration with Dive Munda has exposed my soul to the restorative powers of the fabled ‘Munda Magic’.

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Get a Showdown, Get rid of a Adore

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