#i had a very specific image in my head a few weeks ago

[novelconcepts]

are you down (to be a distraction, baby?)

Tai doesn't even want to be at this party, but leaving before the ball drops feels like a coward's move. She'll stick it out.

Still: No rules saying she has to stay IN the house.

(A fill for Taivan Week 2023, "First Kiss Monday")

T, 5013 words

“Taissa! Catch!” She’s whirling before her brain can catch up, her hand shooting into the air. A cold can of beer smacks into her palm with all the power of a line-drive. Natalie flings both arms above her head, whooping. “Fuck yeah! Told you she’d do it!” Tai bestows upon them all a broad smile, cracking the tab and pounding half the can in a single pull. Nat makes a noise like Taissa’s just delivered her first-born, pain-free, and Tai laughs. It’s a bold sound, brassy over the whump of music, and she doesn’t really feel it at all. Not down deep in her chest, in her belly, where the best kind of laughter lives. Not in her head, which is pounding. It, like so much of this evening, is a lie.

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

i've got your back l Frankie "Catfish" Morales

Summary:  in hard times you needed him the most

Warnings:  sexual allusions, some kissing, worried Frankie, dozing Reader, some tears, anxiety, no plot

A/N: comforting Frankie. Frankie who looks after you when you're going through a hard time. this isn't a story about anything specific. i barely created a plot for a few images i had in my head. i need something like that… i need someone to look after me even when i say i'll manage because i'm strong and independent. yes i'm starting my exams soon…

your feedback is very important to me and I want to thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. I secretly hope you like this story.🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

[my masterlist] [Frankie Morales masterlist]

His heart broke as he looked at you. It had been going on for over a week, maybe two. Three? There was no way all this could have been going on for three weeks.

Frankie was leaning against the door frame and watching you in silence. You were sitting over your notes, quietly mumbling the next words you wanted to remember, circling the most important things with colored markers, looking into your books or the computer every now and then. The spare room you had, where you kept your things "temporarily", had become your place for some time now.

When you told Frankie a while ago that you were considering going back to school, he supported you immediately. It was a brilliant idea! He always thought that you were really smart and he was glad that you wanted to do something for yourself and fulfill one of your dreams. 

You have talked about the pros and cons of this idea more than once. After a few days, you would sit next to him again, saying "Frankie, this probably isn't a good idea..." so he once again gave you answers to all your doubts and promised that he was on your side.

Excitement and delight were written all over your face every time you returned from class to your apartment. You told him about your new friends, your professors, and what you did in class. God! You looked so gorgeous he wanted to kiss you, and he did it every time you stopped to catch your breath.

You combined work with school, which was hard, but the support your boyfriend gave you was like a solid foundation. His broad shoulders protected you from the world, but at the same time allowed you to cry when you needed it.

And then the difficulties began. 

Exams, essays you had to write, books you had to read, and work on top of that. Frankie considered you some kind of fucking hero because you managed it all. 

He tried to do as many household chores as possible so you wouldn't have to worry about laundry or cleaning. Besides, it wasn't a problem for him. You were a team, right? Partners.

When you came back from work and saw a warm dinner on the table, or that Frankie had folded the laundry - you wanted to cry. You have been crying quite often lately.

The tiredness started to get to you. You would come back from work and almost immediately sit down to study. It was a hard time.

"Baby?" he finally said, but you didn't react. "Hermosa?"

"Mhm?" you mumbled something, probably without even realizing it.

"I made dinner, you must be hungry."

"Mhm."

He walked up to you and put his giant hands on your shoulders, kissing the top of your head. "Take a break, hermosa. Your brain is starting to smoke."

"I can't remember this." you mumbled quietly. "I keep repeating it and repeating it, but none of it stays in my head."

"Maybe you should take a day off, huh? Your head will rest, you need it."

You buried your face in your hands and sighed loudly. You knew Frankie was right. He loved you, he took care of you every day and you adored him for it. But you had this terrible perfectionism in you, this need to prove yourself, that you were good enough for this and could do anything.

He finally managed to get you in for dinner, but it wasn't what he expected. After a few bites, you started stabbing your food with your fork, clearly lost in thought.

"Pope invited us to a barbecue next weekend," he said, taking a sip of his beer. "We could go, huh?"

"Mhm."

Frankie swallowed. "A new Italian place opened up near where I work. It looks promising. Do you want to go?"

Another grunt. He frowned a little worried.

"I decided to get a big dragon tattooed on my chest, and then paint our living room red. What do you think?"

"Mhm."

"Hermosa..." he sighed, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You're not listening to me."

Jesus, your eyes looked so sad as you looked at him. "I'm sorry, babe. I was lost in thought..." your voice broke "You tried so hard, you made dinner and everything, and all I can think about is that damn exam... I'm a terrible girl."

"Don't say that, I won't let you." he said "We're having a hard time, but we'll get through this together. I've got your back, right?"

"Yeah..." a weak smile appeared on your lips "I hope that when this is over I'll be able to make it up to you."

"I think I'll find some ideas." Frankie winked and kissed the back of your hand.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you."

You loved him. Damn, you loved him and you wanted him to be proud of you. Meanwhile, you felt that you were failing everything in your relationship. When was the last time you had sex?

You tried to forget about that one humiliating moment when you fell asleep before Frankie could take off your panties. He joked about it, but you felt ashamed.

But when it was all over... You were waiting for the last exam with fear and hope. After all of this, you would spend the whole weekend in bed with Frankie, fucking, sleeping, fucking again and eating the food you ordered. It was the perfect plan.

You couldn't sleep. The night before the last exam, you lay in bed with your eyes wide open, listening to Frankie's quiet snores. His assurances that you were perfectly prepared were of no use, after all, he questioned you three times and once more before he fell asleep. All the information you tried to remember was smashing through your head. One word. Fuck! You couldn't remember it.

Frankie mumbled quietly when you freed yourself from his arms, but you pushed your pillow into them and soon he started breathing evenly again.

He didn't expect that. When he woke up in the morning in bed alone, he was disoriented. And he didn't expect to find you sleeping on the desk even more.

"Baby..." he stroked your back, but you didn't even move "Hermosa, get up. I wish you could sleep, but you have to get ready."

"W-What?" you stuttered, lifting your head slightly "What time is it?"

"After seven. Take a shower, I'll make you coffee."

The note that was stuck to your cheek tore off and fell to the floor. For a few seconds you both stared at it in silence, too sleepy to react. Eventually you got up.

The shower didn't bring any relief. You spent some time struggling with your bra, but you finally managed to put it on. You sobbed for a while before you left the bathroom, but then you wiped your cheeks so Frankie wouldn't see it.

He noticed it right away. Nothing could hide from him. A cup of coffee and scrambled eggs, but you barely ate anything. He promised to take you to school, because he was afraid your nerves wouldn’t allow you to get there safely.

"I'll text you when I get out." You said, hugging him tightly. "Keep your fingers crossed."

"Always, hermosa. Kick their asses. I love you."

You entered the building on shaky legs.

Your face lit up when you walked out of the building three hours later and saw Frankie leaning against the car door with his arms folded across his chest. You quickly said goodbye to your friends and almost ran up to him.

Before he could say anything, you threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

"I did it! I did it!"

Strong arms wrapped around you tightly and he lifted you up. "Amazing! I told you, hermosa. No one will get in your way!"

Your hands grabbed his face and your lips collided in a hard kiss. You felt like you were kissing him for the first time. All the weight of the last few weeks, the stress and anxiety, all of it melted away the moment you saw Frankie.

"You should be at work." You noticed between the kisses you showered on his face, jaw and neck.

"And I was supposed to leave my woman alone in this hellish place? You don't know me that well, babe." he chuckled "I'm ready to spend the whole day with you. I'm taking you out for dinner. You must be really hungry."

Your stomach made a strange sound at his words. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I feel like I haven't eaten all week."

Frankie raised his eyebrows and nodded. "That's possible. Get in, hermosa. I'm taking you out of here."

Once you were seated and fastened your seatbelt, Frankie reached for something in the back and suddenly a small but lovely bouquet of flowers appeared before your eyes.

"I thought this might make you happy." he said, a little embarrassed. "You know, I knew you were prepared perfectly, but..."

Tears glistened in your eyes and your lips pouted. "Frankie..." you whimpered.

"Don't you like them?" he asked with fear.

"They're beautiful!" you sobbed. "And you... And you're so amazing!" tears ran down your cheeks "You supported me all this time, and I had to be so awful to you..."

"Sweetie, please..." he wanted to interrupt you, but you wouldn't let him.

"No, Frankie! Listen. If it weren't for you... You give me such support, you help me so much... I want you to know that I really see it and appreciate it. I have a huge guilty conscience for what happened recently. We didn't have time for each other, I was nervous, I cried every now and then. But you never said a bad word to me."

"That's what people who love each other do, babe. You're my gem, I couldn't have done it any other way."

You put your hand on the back of his neck and moved closer so quickly that you knocked his hat off his head, but he didn't care when he tasted your lips again.

His heart was full. Frankie felt like you had returned to his arms after a long journey, even though you never really left them. His tongue slipped between your lips and he felt his cock twitch slightly at the pleasant tenderness. Christ, he missed you so much.

"Take me home, Frankie." You said quietly after a moment, resting your forehead on his. "I want to be with you now."

"Aren't you hungry?"

You shook your head. "We'll order something later. I just want to be with you now."

He pecked your lips once more and started the engine. He felt pride, happiness, love and peace. You were next to him. You were his again. And even though he knew you'd probably turn into a walking hurricane a few more times, it didn't scare him. Together you were able to go through anything. You were his woman. Smart, beautiful, wonderful. He could do it all again so you could fulfill your dream.

"I love you, Frankie." You said quietly, and he kissed the back of your hand without taking his eyes off the road. "I've got your back."

"And I've got yours."

☆☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

[hotchsprncess]

can i please request a luke alvez fic? maybe a little angsty and smutty where they’re like coworkers w/ benefits but they end up catching feelings for each other and they confess during an argument, but they end up having like soft lovey sex yk?

of course totally feel free to ignore this if you’re not feeling it!! thank you

.ᐟ MDNI .ᐟ

ahhh tysm for being my first request! i absolutely love this idea esp with luke! i hope you enjoy ₊˚⊹ᰔ p.s: i changed up my writing style a bit with this one (writing more in a novel style rather than chunks of paragraph), so i hope it reads well :)

no harm done ⊹ luke alvez

ᝰ summary : having a coworkers/friends with benefits situation seemed like fun at first, until you broke the one rule you made for yourself: don't fall in love with luke alvez.

ᝰ warnings : fem bau!reader, coworkers/fwb situation, friends to lovers, some jealousy, argument, confession, l-bombs, softdom!luke, sub!reader, praise, bit of dirty talk, nipple play, oral m & f receiving, soft + loving p in v 😮‍💨, creampie

arriving back home after a whole week away on a case was a relief, but the team was a bit on edge nonetheless. everyone was tired and wound up from apprehending the unsub, and you, specifically, were agitated by one luke alvez. he seemed to really hit it off with the lead detective in miami, very obviously flirting with her and even getting her number. yes, you were watching. it wasn't fair to feel this irritated over it, you knew this, but you were far too deep at this point to escape the love you held for luke. when you two started your sexual arrangement after ending up in bed together one drunken night, you were both very explicit that it was just sex and nothing more. no feelings, no strings, nothing. but falling in love with luke crept up on you quickly, one day recognizing how your heart raced when he was near you and how you laid awake at night thinking of him; it all just clicked, and now you were lovesick without an escape.

you huffed as you slumped in the chair at your desk, you and luke being tasked with finishing up the case files. of course.

luke quickly broke the silence looming over the two of you, "if you wanna go home i can finish this up". his phone then pings, a slight smile creeping onto his face. the detective. ugh.

"it's fine, i got it" you state flatly, opening up the file atop your desk. luke doesn't respond, the sounds of his phone keyboard clicking filling the empty bullpen. you sigh, flicking through the pages and images from the case, the gruesomeness of it all hardly affecting you anymore.

after 10 minutes luke was still texting, your leg beginning to bounce from annoyance. the beautiful sound of his chuckle makes you snap, the exhaustion in your body wearing your patience thin.

"why don't you go home instead? clearly you don't wanna do anything" your tone brings his attention away from his phone, slightly taken aback.

"shit, sorry. god forbid i answer a text" he grumbles, putting his phone down on the desk.

"or 20..." you mumble, adding your signature to the file before shutting it.

"say that again?" luke bites back, clicking his pen a few times, something he did when he wanted to keep himself at bay.

"you should've just stayed in florida if she was that exciting" you can't help but let your jealousy overtake you, the words leaving your mouth before you had a chance to stop them.

"god..." luke gets up from his chair, "what's your deal? why is that any of your business?"

you gulp, unsure of a witty response as you're challenged by the man you love.

"cat got your tongue?" he taunts, causing you to rise from your chair as well.

"shut up"

"you were so talkative a minute ago... so tell me, what's the problem?"

you shake your head, heart rate picking up at the frustration beginning to flow through you.

"oh, come on, say it" luke's taunting is getting to you and he can tell.

"i'm in love with you, okay? i love you! that's the problem!" you bend down to grab your bag, intending on running out of there faster than an olympian as you realize what you just said. this is going to ruin everything. his silence says enough, shoving your phone in your pocket as you make a b-line for the glass doors.

"wait!" he exclaims, his hand gingerly wrapping around your wrist to pull you back. you curse the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, raising your head to meet his eyes.

"just let me go, luke. i'm already embarrassed enough and-"

"i love you too" he blurts, his hand moving to interlace your fingers. "i love you so much.."

"l-luke" you stutter, "you're not just saying that?"

he shakes his head, "i know we said no feelings, but how could i not fall in love with you?" he smiles as a blush fills your cheeks.

"i'm sorry, for what i said... and the detective. i figured you didn't feel the same, so i thought what's the harm in a distraction?" he speaks softly, bringing you in closer so you were flush against him.

"i'm sorry too, i didn't mean to act that way" you whisper, your hands flowing into his hair. he hums at the feeling, his hands squeezing your hips.

"you know what that does to me" he chuckles softly, his lips grazing yours.

"oh yeah?" you whisper back, tightening your grip just the slightest bit.

"mhmmm, but not here, let me take you back to mine and love on you".

the drive to luke's felt way longer than 25 minutes, the two of you eagerly busting through the door. you pull him down to you, feverishly kissing him. he hums and starts to shuffle you both into his room, feeling lucky that his apartment was small and easy to navigate. he pulls away from the kiss, his hands running up your body and leaving goosebumps in their wake. he removes your shirt and tosses it to the side, smiling down at you as his hands creep to the clasp of your bra, allowing the straps to fall down your shoulders. he tosses your bra in the vicinity of your shirt, turning back to cup your breasts. you let out a noise of satisfaction, arching slightly into his touch.

"you're fucking beautiful" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your lips before letting his own travel.

his lips kiss down your neck and chest, pausing to adore your nipples. he moves to the right first, flicking his tongue over it and circling it. as the whines escape you he wastes no time sucking it into his mouth, pressing his face into you. he repeats the same to your other nipple, his lips continuing their path down your torso. he chuckles as he reaches the waistband of your pants, observing how you grind ever so slightly into the air, searching for friction.

"are you needy for something, princess?" he teases, undoing your pants and tugging them down as well as your panties.

"you, need more of you" you say breathily, eyes locked on luke as you step out of your pants. he stands up, moving to the bed and lying flat on his back.

"on my face, baby, come here" he beckons you over to which you swiftly oblige, eagerly straddling his face and hovering your pussy over his mouth, a soft blush filling your cheeks.

"don't hold back on me now" luke smiles up at you, pulling you down by the thighs. his tongue instantly slides through your folds, the warmth of it pulling a moan out of you.

"jesus" you gasp, your hands landing on his headboard so you can brace yourself, unsure how long your legs will remain stable for. his tongue continues to collect your wetness, gliding and devouring every inch of you.

his lips wrap around your clit, sucking it into his mouth with expertise. every movement had your legs shaking the slightest bit more, your hands gripping the headboard for dear life.

"luke, oh my god" you whine loudly, your hips involuntarily grinding your pussy against his tongue. he nods against you, humming, as you chase your orgasm.

"fuck, fuck, i'm so close" you gasp, luke's hands squeezing your thighs in encouragement.

"i'm cumming!" you squeal, thighs tightening around his head as you cum on his tongue. your grinding slows to a stop as you finishing riding out your orgasm, catching your breath as you remove yourself from luke's face.

"always taste so sweet" he smiles at you, your heart swelling at how handsome he is.

"i'm glad" you giggle, making your way down the bed and situating yourself between his legs. "i think it's time you get some clothes off too", you say as you push his shirt up his body.

he tosses his shirt onto the floor as you begin to unbuckle his belt, throwing that along with his jeans and boxers to the floor as well. you ogle at his cock for a moment, admiring how hard it was for you. you wrap a hand around his length, letting your spit fall onto his tip. you use your spit to stroke him a few times before leaning in, taking his tip into your mouth. though propped up on his elbows to watch you, luke tosses his head back at the pleasure anyways, his tip always being excessively sensitive. you gradually start to bob your head up and down his cock, taking more of him in your mouth each time.

"that's it, oh shit" he moans, his hands gripping the duvet below you both. you take him in as far as you can, holding there for a second and allowing him to relish in the sensation.

he groans as you continue to pleasure him, the warmth and wetness of your mouth overwhelming him with ecstasy. you pull off to get some air, kissing down his shaft and licking your way back up.

"my god, you're perfect" he breathes, eyes boring into yours. you begin to suck his tip again, tasting his precum on your tongue. you croon around him as a result, swirling your tongue around it.

"fuck... you better stop before i cum in your mouth, princess" he chuckles, welcoming you with a kiss as you come face-to-face with him once more. your hands run down his biceps while you kiss, and he maneuvers you both so he is above you.

he takes one hand to line himself up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. he smirks and pushes in, slowly at first to help you adjust to his size.

"you can move... please" you mewl, tugging him closer with your legs.

"of course" he starts to thrust, finding a pace that isn't necessarily fast but also isn't too slow; a perfect medium where he plunges deep inside of you with each thrust.

"shit, baby.." you whine, your hands roaming his back. he drops his forehead against yours, breath grazing your lips while he lovingly fucks into you.

"i love you so fucking much" he whispers, particularly thrusting hard and deep as he spoke the words you've longed to hear.

"i love you" you whisper back, nails pressing into his smooth skin.

the sound of skin slapping was music to your ears, his hips never faltering as he gave you both pleasure. the feeling of luke inside of you never got old, the way he took up space in your pussy and made you his.

"you're mine... mine" he starts to pick up his pace, hips slamming into you repeatedly.

"yours" you scratch down his back, knowing he is getting closer and closer to the edge. "please, give it to me, fill me please" you ask for his release, his eyes fluttering shut at your words.

he thrusts a few more times before fulling pressing into you, his cock twitching as he fills you up, just as you asked. his chest heaves as he collects himself, pressing a kiss to your forehead. he remains above you, admiring how you look underneath him.

"will- will you be my girlfriend?" luke asks, his large hand cupping your cheek with care.

"silly question, alvez, of course" you lean into his touch, eagerly kissing him again as he connects your lips.

kissing your boyfriend. luke alvez was your boyfriend.

[exololyunho]

vacation

masterlist

summary: a trip to the beach with your boyfriend and his best friend definitely doesn't go how you thought it would, but boy are you happy the way things turned out

pairing: jeong yunho/reader/song mingi

genre: smut with the barest amount of plot

wc: 4.2k

warnings: m/m/f, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, morning sex, lots of kissing, tipsy sex, definitely not enough kink negotiation, choking, spanking, soft dom!mingi, hardish dom! yunho, bossy yunho, threesome, creampie, double penetration, big dick yungi, finger sucking, voyeurism, bf!mingi

rating: mature

an: I will never stop with my 'yungi have fucked girls together before' agenda. also this is a request I got from @minkysmilk like a year ago I am so sorry it took so long but I hope I did a good job

taglist: @staytinyinmybpack@jeonride@becky4733107-blog@ignoretheskies

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“Babe,” Mingi’s finger poked into your cheek. “We’re here.”

With a yawn, you opened your eyes. The backseat of Yunho’s car was incredibly comfortable and you’d slept all 3 hours it took to get from you and Mingi’s shared apartment to Yunho’s parent’s beach house. 

Mingi was smiling at you through the rolled down passenger side window. He reached down to poke you again, but you swatted his hand away, grumbling about how you were up. It took a lot of effort to push yourself up and crawl out the door Mingi opened for you. 

Stepping out into the driveway, you couldn’t help but smile at the pastel blue cottage before you. When Yunho had said his parents owned a house at the beach, your brain had conjured pictures of a concrete and steel modern monstrosity. The quaint building before you was nothing like your image. It was small, no more than a 2 bedroom house decorated with seashells and flower bushes and large windows to let in the natural light.

As you stood marveling at the adorable house before you, Mingi was unloading the bags and groceries from the trunk and Yunho was walking out of the little alcove that hid the red front door.

“Welcome to home for the week, sleepy head,” Yunho grinned at you, moving to help Mingi grab bags.

“Yun, this is so cute!” You followed the two men, grabbing the last case of beer out of the trunk and shutting it. Walking inside after them, you gasped, loving the cute interior just as much as the outside. The walls were cream and the seashells of the outside were replaced by paintings of the very same ocean you could see outside the sliding glass doors that led to the back deck.

The cottage was everything you could ever want. The only problem, which Yunho had warned you and Mingi about beforehand, was the issue of the bedrooms. Specifically, the single bedroom. Yunho had volunteered to take the couch while you and Mingi would get the bed.

The rest of the evening was unremarkable, with Yunho ordering a few pizzas, and all of you hitting the sack early, so as to get the most out of the beach the next day.

When the sun was just peaking through the blinds, you felt Mingi nudge you. Rolling to face him, you were greeted with a kiss. It was lazy, slow, and everything you loved about Mingi in the mornings. 

His tongue nudged its way into your mouth, tangling with yours in a way that had your thighs pressing together. It wasn’t long before he was gently pushing you onto your back. Mingi moved to lay between your legs, your bodies pressed together while his lips still claimed yours. He was incredibly hard, grinding softly against you and letting out small sighs against your lips.

Growing impatient and increasingly turned on, your hands hurriedly pushed up the oversized shirt he was wearing, and the two of you parted for him to remove it before his lips were crashing back onto yours. 

The slow, sensual mood was gone, replaced by eagerness that had you both shrugging off your bottoms as fast as possible. Once they had been kicked away into the abyss of the comforter, you were reaching for Mingi’s dick to line him up.

“Wait, babe,” he panted, pulling back for a moment with a pout on his lips. “I wanted to eat you out.”

“Later,” you pulled his mouth back down to yours. “I want you inside me.”

He groaned, complying. Mingi hitched your thigh up on his hip and pushed inside you. Your back arched as he filled you. Before you started dating Mingi, you had no idea dicks actually came in his size. He was huge, longer and thicker than you thought possible. You’d never fancied yourself a size queen, but the way he practically split you in half every time you had sex was mind blowing.

This time was no different. Even with his hips rolling into you slowly, you could feel every vein and ridge on him. It was all you could do to keep from screaming from pleasure.

Mingi’s lips dropped down to your neck, nibbling and sucking along your pulse point in a way that had you shivering. Your nails were digging into his back, scrambling to get a grip that would help you anchor yourself to reality. 

As he picked up the pace and the force behind his thrusts, small noises began to be forced through your open lips. Mingi’s right hand, which had previously been clenched  in the sheets by your head, moved to cover your mouth.

“Shhhh, baby,” his lips were pressed to your ear. “We don’t want Yunho to hear.”

You didn’t want that. At least, you thought you didn’t until you felt yourself involuntarily tightening around Mingi at the mention of his best friend’s name.

“Oh?” Clearly, he had caught on. “Do you want him to listen to me fuck you? Want him to hear how well you take me? Or would you rather him see you like this, all needy and clenching on my cock when you hear his name?” 

Mingi had your earlobe between his teeth as he whispered filthy things in your ear. His hand over your mouth was quickly becoming not enough to hold back your noises, so he settled for slipping his middle and index fingers between your lips to press down on your tongue. 

“Maybe you want him to fuck you,” one thing you knew about Mingi was once he got an idea in his head, there was no getting it out. “Taking us both would probably break you, baby. Maybe I’d let him fuck your pussy while I fuck your mouth. How does that sound, huh?”

He’d moved back to ravishing your neck, no doubt leaving bites and hickeys that you wouldn’t be able to cover up. You wished you could care in the moment, but you were overwhelmed. Every part of you was floating on cloud 9. His lips on your neck, his fingers in your mouth, his filthy words, his hard thrusts inside you, and the weight of him over you was just too much.

With a loud whine, you came. The feeling rocked over you, causing you to spasm tightly around him. He bit down harshly on your shoulder at the feeling, giving a few more harsh thrusts that had you moaning around his fingers before he came as well, filling you up. 

Mingi removed his fingers and the two of you laid in silence for a moment, panting and holding onto each other. You couldn't speak for Mingi, but your mind was racing with so many new thoughts. You’d always thought Yunho was attractive, but it had never crossed your mind that sex with him was even an option before Mingi planted the seed in your head. You also knew that this had to be something Mingi was thinking about before and you definitely needed to talk about it.

Before you could, though, there was a knock at the door. Both you and Mingi jolted up. Yunho was on the other side. He cleared his throat before announcing “breakfast’s ready!” and hurriedly walking away.

You and Mingi just stared at each other before scurrying out of bed to clean up.

Throughout the rest of the day, you and Mingi just couldn’t seem to find the right time to talk about the Yunho thing. Something as simple as a morning quickie had completely changed the way you saw your boyfriend’s best friend. You didn’t just see Yunho anymore, now you saw his towering height, the curve of his neck, his long and slim fingers, his lean and powerful thighs, that bulge between his legs that made you wonder-

No. no. no.

Fucking Song Mingi had made it impossible for you to act normal, all because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

You kept finding your eyes drifting to Yunho. Sure you were also ogling your boyfriend, but when it came time to head down to the beach and both men removed their shirts to pass a football around, your eyes lingered on Yunho.

These new feelings were incredibly confusing. It took you almost three hours of blankly staring at the pages of your book while lounging in the sand to come to a conclusion. 

No, you did not want to leave Mingi for Yunho.

Yes, you wanted to have sex with Yunho.

No, this did not mean you were a terrible girlfriend.

And yes,  you really did need to talk to Mingi about this.

Unfortunately, you never got a chance before shit hit the fan.

Between everyone taking their turns to shower, and the three of you deciding on a restaurant for dinner that evening, you never found yourself alone with Mingi for more than a few minutes.

You did, however, find yourself alone with Yunho while Mingi showered. Standing in the kitchen, you sipping a pre-dinner beer while scrolling through your phone. When you heard footsteps approaching, you assumed it was your boyfriend, only to choke on the mouthful of fizzy liquid when Yunho strode in instead.

He gave you a quizzical look. “You ok, Y/n?”

“Yeah,” you coughed out, setting down the bottle and patting your chest.

Yunho grabbed his own beer, settling against the kitchen island and across from you. As his lips met the opening, taking a swig before his eyes scanned you. You’d chosen a simple pair of denim shorts and an oversized, cropped t-shirt. The night was warm and the restaurant you were going to was casual. Yunho had chosen a similar outfit. His jeans were wonderfully fitted and emphasized his wonderfully toned legs and his wonderfully outlined bulge that you were fleetingly glancing over, making sure to keep your eyes from lingering. His black shirt outlined his broad shoulders and created perfect contrast with his brown mullet.

As your eyes met his again, there was something in them that you couldn’t quite place. His gaze was striking, almost hungry. It stoked a fire in you that made something in you burn. You couldn’t figure out if the fire was in your cheeks, your chest, or between your thighs.

Yunho opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Mingi sauntered in, shaking his wet hair dressed in a button down and loose fitting jeans. He came to a stop next to Yunho. The two of them made a gorgeous pair. The contrast of their similar but very different outfits, and of Yunho’s brown mullet and Mingi’s shaggy black hair.

One thing about them was scarily similar, and that was how they looked at you. Yunho’s gaze was the same as it had been before Mingi walked in but now Mingi’s matched. You’d seen that look in his eyes many times when you were supposed to go out to dinner. Usually, though, that look meant you wouldn’t make it out of the front door.

Your throat was dry and you downed what was left of your beer.

“Well,” you cleared your throat, setting the empty bottle on the counter behind you. “Let’s get going.”

The restaurant was open air with beautiful views of the fading sun and the ocean. The three of you were sitting at a high top table on the edge of the patio. Within the hour, the three of you were laughing, the guys telling stories about each other growing up, glasses and plates littering the table. The air was jovial, other occupied tables also laughing and conversing among each other and the waiters carrying cups and bottles.

“And then,” Mingi was gasping with laughter. “And then Yunho ate absolute shit falling off the bench. He fell face first into the sand. I swear to god he was picking sand out of his nose for weeks!”

The table exploded in laughter, Yunho was chuckling through his hands that were covering his burning face. 

“God, that was awful,” Yunho reached over the table to shove Mingi, who was busy wiping his tears away with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your waist.

More stories followed, accompanied by more drinks. Before long, it was late and the three of you were paying and then making your way back to the beach house.

You made it back to the beach house just after 10pm, but none of you were ready for bed. So, with all three of you desiring to continue the fun, Mingi grabbed three beers and the three of you settled in the living room. 

Before long, with just enough alcohol to loosen tongues to the point of no return, the topic of sex was brought up. Specifically, a part of Yunho and Mingi’s sexual history you weren’t aware of previously.

“So, that’s how we ended up tag teaming a girl for the first time,” Yunho shrugged as if the story of how the best friends picked up a girl at a drunken house party and then took her home to rock her world wasn’t information that had you practically soaking your shorts. 

Your eyes met Mingi’s and you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, or if you could actually read each other's thoughts. All that was coursing through your mind was the sex you had with Mingi this morning. The way he had asked if you wanted Yunho to watch you, to touch you, to fuck you.

“Speaking of our… old activities,” Mingi turned to face Yunho. “One more time?”

You couldn’t see Mingi’s face with how intently you were staring at Yunho’s, but you could tell from his voice that his eyebrow was raised and he had that dangerous smirk pulling at his lips.

“I’m not opposed,” Yunho’s eyes were raking over you with an intensity that made you shudder. “I’d love a taste.”

“I’m sure she would, too,” Mingi turned back to face you, his hand slipping to your inner thigh.

Both men looked to you expectantly. You were quivering under the intense gazes of your boyfriend and the new object of your affection. It took you a moment to realize they were waiting for an answer to their proposition.

“Yeah,” your voice was weak on the first try. “Yes. Yes I want you to…”

“Want us to do what?” Yunho’s voice was deeper than before, his eyes dark, and his tongue wetting his lips in anticipation.

Your mouth was dry, unlike between your thighs. “I want both of you to… to fuck me.”

Matching evil grins spread across both of their faces. Mingi dragged you from his side to sit between him and Yunho. Your back was to Mingi’s chest as you sat between his legs, his left hand on your stomach and his right hand holding your thighs open to Yunho. You were still dressed, but with the way Yunho was staring at you intently, you were sure that would change very quickly.

One of his hands gently slid up your calf, coming to a stop at your knee to gauge your reaction. You could only watch his hand with bated breath, both of yours clutching at Mingi’s pants.

Seeing no resistance, Yunho’s hands moved higher up your thighs until they landed on the waistband of your shorts. To match Yunho’s movements, Mingi’s hands moved to the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it over your head as Yunho popped the button and slowly slid down the zipper. Mingi gently guided you to lift your hips, allowing Yunho to slide the shorts down over your legs.

You were left in your bra and underwear, chest already heaving as Yunho scanned you from top to bottom all over again. His hands rested on your thighs, his very large hands that were nearly spanning across them entirely. Even as you watched Yunho, you found yourself still surprised when his grip on your legs tightened and he was jerking you down. Your head now rested between Mingi’s legs, with your own thrown over Yunho’s legs.

Without hesitation, Yunho was over you, his face inches from yours. Your mouth was agape with shock, the pressure of his body, more specifically his erection was leaving you speechless. 

He was grinning, letting you just lay underneath him for a moment longer. Until Yunho’s lips came crashing down onto yours. Unlike the slow way Mingi would build up to intense kisses, Yunho offered you no such mercy. His kisses were intense from the get-go, his lips harshly claiming yours, his tongue stroking out to caress yours, his hands digging to whatever skin he could reach. Before you knew it you were arching up into Yunho, grasping at his shoulders as soft whines escaped you.

Just when you were ready for more, Yunho pulled away. You were panting, staring up at him when Mingi’s hand slipped beneath you, quickly unclasping your bra, before pulling it off, revealing even more of you to Yunho’s wandering eyes. Those eyes didn’t move from your breasts as he reached down to remove your underwear. 

It was exhilarating to find yourself completely naked between two of the sexiest men you’ve ever seen, who are also fully clothed.

“Let’s move to the bedroom, baby,” Mingi’s hands moved beneath your shoulder blades to lift you up into a sitting position. From there, he took your hand, helping you up as Yunho watched, hungrily.

As Mingi led you into the hallway you glanced over your shoulder at Yunho, only to find his hand swinging toward your ass. You heard the slap before you felt it, the sharp sting shooting though you right to between your legs.

A squeak left your lips followed by a gasp followed by a moan when Yunho dragged you back against him, one hand coming up to grasp your breast, tweaking your nipple. Your eyes slipped shut as Yunho’s hand on your breast moved down to circle your clit as his other hand grasped your throat. 

“Fuck,” Mingi muttered under his breath. His voice drew your eyes open. You found him palming himself through his pants, his lip between his teeth as he watched his best friend holding your bare body tight against his.

Yunho continued his ministrations while you made eye contact with Mingi. Soon, you were shaking and whining, so close to cumming. But then his hands left you.

“Wha-”

You were interrupted by Yunho stepping back and slapping your ass once again. You jolted forward, reaching out to grab on to Mingi to stop yourself from falling. He caught you, turning you to face Yunho.

“Go get on the bed,” Yunho’s voice was incredibly deep. You would have been pissed at the way he was ordering around if you weren’t so turned on and close to cumming you’d trade your first born for an orgasm. “Hands and knees.”

When you hesitated for a moment, he quirked an eyebrow at you. “Or we can just go to bed if that’s what you’d prefer?”

Shaking your head you turned, moving past Mingi into the open bedroom door. Once inside, you took a shaky breath, readying yourself for the absolute experience you were about to have.

As you moved into the position Yunho ordered, you heard the muffled voices of Mingi and Yunho whispering in the hallway. It abruptly ended and both men entered the room. You were facing the head of the bed, facing away from the door, but that just meant that your exposed pussy was directly in front of the door.

You didn’t dare look behind you as both men walked in, keeping your eyes focused ahead, strictly on the headboard. The door shut and you waited with bated breath to see what they would do. A few moments passed before the bed shifted behind you and lips landed on your ass cheek. They left a few kisses before biting into the reddened flesh. You gasped at the pain but before you could process it, the teeth were gone, replaced by a tongue that was poking into your folds. The feeling was incredible and you released a moan of relief.

The tongue alternated between circling your clit and thrusting inside of you. It was bringing you nonstop pleasure, but just being inconsistent enough to keep you on the edge. Within a few moments of the mystery man starting, you were whimpering, begging for more. 

“Please, please,” your eyes were shut tight, your head hanging.

A hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back up.

“Please what, baby?” Mingi was on the bed before you, and he was naked. That meant Yunho was the one eating you out.

“Please let me cum.”

Mingi smiled, guiding his hard dick to your mouth as Yunho moved his tongue to solely focus on your clit, two of his fingers sliding deep inside you and curling down into your g-spot. You managed to cum nearly immediately when Yunho applied consistent pressure to your clit. 

Your eyes rolled shut as your orgasm washed over you. The feeling was intense, everything you had been hoping for. It felt like you were drowning. The combination of Mingi’s length in your mouth certainly helped extend it. It was so hot, to be kneeling on the bed, your boyfriend’s dick in your mouth while another man ate you out. 

Mingi’s hooded eyes were on you, his hand still in your hair as you came down. With your senses returning, you were able to really focus on blowing him. Your tongue circled around the tip before you took as much of him down as you could, only managing about three quarters before your throat spasmed in protest.

With your attention on Mingi, you nearly forgot Yunho was there. Until you felt the head of his cock pressing against your folds. Your eyes went wide as he pushed in. Of course he was just as big as Mingi. It felt like you were being split open by his dick. If someone asked you to guess how long his dick was based on feel alone, you’d guess two feet long. 

It took your breath away as Yunho bottomed out. Your watering eyes were still on Mingi as you did your best to blow him the way you knew he liked.

However, once Yunho started thrusting, it was game over. As he slowly drew out of you for the first time, you really felt every ridge and vein. If you thought Yunho was going to go easy on you at first, you were wrong. 

He harshly thrust back into you, forcing a decidedly unsexy noise from your throat as the head of his dick just barely hit your cervix. He started moving faster but still just as powerful, playing with the angle until he directly hit your g-spot. You nearly collapsed, your eyes rolling back.

“That’s the spot,” you could practically hear the wicked smirk on Yunho’s face as he adjusted to hit that spot on every thrust.

With you being lost in the pleasure, unable to continue effectively sucking Mingi’s dick, he took over, thrusting into your mouth. That left both men on either end of you, simply using your body for their own pleasure, and subsequently pushing your own pleasure higher and higher. 

The sound of Yunho’s grunts and Mingi’s soft moans and muttered curses were music to your ears. It was incredible to hear the effect you were having on them.

You were jerked back to reality when Yunho’s sweaty chest pressed against your back, his lips pressing to your ear and one hand wrapping around your throat again.

“I heard you two this morning,” he nipped at your earlobe. “Mingi asking you if you wanted me to fuck you, and all you can do is moan and cum.”

You were clenching up at his words.

“You wanted me that badly, huh? Well now you’ve got me. How does my dick feel, darling?” His hips jerked brutally into you, and you spasmed around him, moaning lewdly onto Mingi.

“That’s what I thought,” Yunho leaned back, his hand leaving your throat and moving down to your clit. “Now, be good and cum while we fill you up.”

Both him and Mingi picked up the pace, panting and pushing hard into you to chase their own pleasure. You were chasing your own, moving back against Yunho’s thrusting while he mapped out tight circles on your clit.

The pressure in your stomach was mounting as each rotation brought you closer and closer until, finally, you came once more. The feeling washed over you, even more intense than your previous orgasm. Fireworks were shooting behind your closed lids as your high kept cresting. With Yunho not slowing his thrusting or rubbing your clit and Mingi still using your mouth, it seemed like you never stopped cumming. Your arms were shaking as the feeling overwhelmed you.

Your spasming and moaning around both of the men had pushed them to the brink as well. Mingi came first, his final stuttering moan accompanying one last thrust into your mouth before he came. You swallowed his release, your body moving before your mind could catch up.

Yunho followed close behind, encouraged by how you rhythmically clenched around him and the noises Mingi made as you swallowed around him. His thrusts were sporadic as he came inside of you, gripping your hips tightly, holding you against him.

As all three of you came down, both of the men slowly pulled out of you, their hands careful to keep you from just collapsing. They let you lay down, Mingi brushing your hair out of your face as he laid on your right, Yunho on your left.

“Fuck,” was all you could say.

“Yeah, fuck.”

[elfpen]

Emily Wilde series fan cast

Alright, I have no idea how many of you have actually read these books but I discovered them a few weeks ago and devoured them. Absolutely charming and, dare I say, enchanting characters and a great story.

I don’t always have super detailed pictures in my head of what all the characters look like, but for these books I actually had an incredibly strong mental picture for most of the characters, Emily in particular, so here is my fancast for Emily, Wendell, and Ariadne.

1. Emily:

Off the bat I had a very clear image of Emily, and that image is Elizabeth Dulau!

Specifically, I saw Emily a lot in Elizabeth’s portrayal of Klaya in Andor:

2. Wendell

It was a lot harder to settle on one concrete look for Wendell, and I’m still not 100% sure this is the best fit, but the actor closest to my mental picture that I’ve been able to find is Toby Regbo:

I mean look at him, dude already has some experience in a crown, as well as looking generally well dressed and dramatically put out:

3. Ariadne

Finally, I was surprised by how quickly I developed a picture of Ariadne in my head, and that mental picture looks very much like Amandla Stenberg!

Like LOOK AT HER she’s perfect

Anyway that is all. To whatever small fandom for this series exists on tumblr: let me know what you think!

[girlpanthera]

CW// SH, drug use, military/war, mental health

Deciding to expand on some lore for my little AU. (none of this is exactly time/ historically accurate) Anyways, this takes place in India during / around the war in Vietnam. The Beatles headed off to India, deciding to take a break while political conflict heated up around the world. They wanted time to brainstorm more music ideas and bond with each other. during their time in india, they experimented with hard drugs, and they all had almost normal reactions to it except for Paul. he seemed to be specifically affected by it, beginning to act erratically and showing self harming behaviors. he was very short tempered and instead of being bossy, his angered reactions would result in hitting others, or harming himself before devolving into hypersexuality. most of this was taken out on John, since they were closer, while ringo and George left john to manage this new mentally fragile paul at most times, keeping to themselves.

As war broke loose, The Beatles were all spared from the draft, except for John and paul. (in connection to how i won the war and Sargent Paul in magical mystery tour)

Paul, due to his extreme self harming habits, was dishonorably discharged from his sargent position only a few months into the war, as his habits tended to not only disgust the other platoon mates, but also cause risk of him getting infections and effected his overall performance during war time. He returned back to India, leaving John, causing even more tenseness in their relationship. John was focused on anti war propaganda and trying to find a way to protect the platoon mates while paul was self absorbed within himself, his own image, and what he wanted.

When Paul returned he spoke about what he saw in Vietnam at night, He talked about “cats of every color” who would stand on two feet and play trumpets, making the platoon loose sleep. He said these cats came from the knots of the trees and would play tricks on them, each kitten had fur the color of a primary color. he mentioned the odd happening about how one of his platoon mates had grown the lower half of a leopard and returned to the platoon shortly after he had lost his legs to a bouncing betty and had been left in the fields to die. he blamed the self inflicted scratches on his neck on that specific platoon mate, stating that he would carry him like a kitten by the scruff to the fox hole at night, the same hole where a french soldier from ww1 had been buried, but seemed to be only in the first stages of decomposition oddly enough despite how long ago he had died.

Ringo passed this off as the acid and trauma getting to paul’s head, but George was specifically intrigued by paul’s story about the women in Vietnam. about how they were all leopards. They were generously curvy and didn’t speak, but kept the soldiers nice and clean and offered them tea. he said these women existed in india, and the uk, and America, too. he said all women were secretly these patheras. he called them “the wild women”

Paul began wearing only womens underwear and button ups, he would take George to the fields to get high and he would talk about how “Paul was dead: and that “the original Paul flew out the windshield of a weaponry jeep earlier that year, the second week in India” and this Paul didn’t seem to be pleased with needing to act like someone he wasn’t.

Paul began getting much closer with George, even getting physical with him despite george’s hesitation and disgust at paul’s actions. George hated this new Paul, yet admired him deeply. his actions disgusted him but his charm and allure and stories made him stay wrapped around paul’s finger.

soon George even began getting gifts from these wild women. he would see the cats of every color, losing sleep at night to their trumpets, and he would check the feet of the soldiers that would knock on their door, just to assure they had no leopard feet. George began losing it as well, he gave into paul’s touches and rough sexual behavior, whereas ringo watched them slip out of it, spending most of his time trying to make them take meds and hide sharp objects from them. John was scheduled to come home within a week, as he had blown off his own foot. He needed escape from the war as well,and from what he wrote, the platoon thought so as well. they made excuses for him, and one member even took the blame for blowing off his damn foot.

THIS IS ALL I HAVE FOR NOW SOOOO. i’ll be making more art for it :P

@littlemiss-noname

[coffeefromvoid]

Late night rambling/Acting/Mercutio specific hot? Lukewarm? Take, i dunno I’ve only been acting for like three years

Basically a few weeks ago I came to the realisation that when you are acting it’s useful to know a character’s greatest fear. Of course you need to know more than that to make a character come alive on stage- who they are, their motivations, their personality or the bits of it that shine through in the script and their narrative purpose.

But I also find a characters greatest fear to be important too, especially for heightened emotional moments.

For example my three biggest roles so far,

1. Franz von Moor (in a summarised version of Shiller’s “die Räuber”)

2. Paolo (in a stage adaptation of Michael Ende’s novel “Momo”)

And last and certainly not least,

3. Mercutio (shortend and modified version of the german translation of Romeo and Juliet, by Shakespeare)

These three roles are very different from each other and all have different fears, which play into their portrayal on stage. None of the fears are out right stated, it’s just my interpretation, to better play the character.

But why is a characters fear important if you aren’t playing a scene where the character is specifically afraid?

Well, to me, my fears personally do affect how i carry myself. Some days more some days less, so having a characters fear in the back of your mind can be useful for when they are doing a monologue for example, or doing an important action, or just making them appear more human

For example, when i was playing Franz, his greatest fear to me, was being alone and having nothing left as he wasn’t the main hair, leading him to doing all of those horrible actions that result in him killing himself after asking god for forgiveness. Not an excuse for his shit behaviour but a helpful guide for his characterisation.

Or Paolo who was just a kid and wanted his parents to spend time with him and who was afraid of change and everything the gray men represent. After the time skip and the kids omission into the new strict school, he becomes hopeless, robotic and depressed. Because his greatest fear came true.

And finally Mercutio who’s, in my opinion, greatest fear is death. This only shines through in the text in two places, the infamous Queen Mab speech and his final monologue before he dies.

The Queen Mab speech starts of whimsical and fun as Mercutio describes Mab and her carriage and so on and so forth, but after a while it turns darker, when he starts talking about the dark dreams that are about war and subsequent, death, that she puts in soldiers heads. This is, to me, the point where the Queen Mab speech turns cynical and basically opposite of what it was at the beginning.

And the second moment where his primal fear of death shows is obviously his death-monologue. Mercutio has, not a facade but a heightened, more dramatic version of his personality he puts on as a mask, to hide this ‘silly’ fear of death. Why would a great man like him fear such a thing? Right? This mask starts to falter when he realises he’s fucking dying, for real. But in never truly drops, as he is still making jokes until his last breath, to try and distract himself of his fate or perhaps convince himself it isn’t happening at all, while clinging on to the person he made himself to be.

I’m not saying that Mercutio making a pun in his death-monologue is out of character, no, it just shows me, that he did not digest what had happened to him before it was too late. If that makes sense.

And of course you cannot forget his very memorable and dramatic anger at both houses in this speech. He doesn’t just blame one person or house for his unexpected demise but he blames both Tybalt and Romeo. This is him expressing this anger he had in him, not just at his death but at everything around him making him feel like he had to put up this heightened image of himself. He is basically speed running the five stages of grief for himself but died before he could get to acceptance.

Mercutio’s fear of death also explains his recklessness to me, he sneaks Romeo and Benvolio into the Capulet ball without even thinking of the consequences, insults the nurse with no after thought and challenges Tybalt to the dual without considering that Romeo might come between them because of his previous yapping about loving the Capulet name like his own, even though no one knew about his marriage to Juliet.

Mercutio basically lives every day like it would be his last but isn’t actually ready to die tomorrow.

Hope this long ass post was worth the read, i’ve been thinking ab Mercutio non stop and its one am rn and i should sleep but i can’t so boom character analysis plus minor acting advice, Also sorry if the grammar is garbage, its as stated one am, and english isn’t my first language.

[0creativity0]

It's so funny to me that so many of us fanfiction writers (and also just writers in general) spend lifetimes trying to pinpoint and convey super specific emotions and feelings with the perfect words and wording, and then some 14 yo on SoundCloud makes some weird combination of synthesiser notes with an echo, gives it a plain orchid blue screen for cover and calls it something akin to "Warm nights" and we all know exactly what the fuck they were getting at.

I can try as hard as I want, my words could never provoque emotions the way sounds do, and not even the way colors do. Colors are so evocative and I think the meanings different cultures have ended up associating with them because of it are so interesting to compare. But that's a subject for another day.

A book is very one dimensional, right? Like, your brain (as you read) might create an image of what you've been described. It might try to interpret what a character looks like, or what a place is like. It might even play a little music in your head, if a little music is said to be playing. It won't ever be able to really get into every aspect at once in detail, though. I don't think you can read a book, be focused on what's happening, while also imagining a place, a character, their voice, the wind, the sky, the way your skin feels, where your glasses weight on your nose, etcetera. All the things that make it feel real.

There's, I think, only a few of those pieces that your brain can work up alone at once, and the more of those pieces I manage to envision at the same time, the more dopamine my brain produces. With a book, I have maybe one of those factors down at a time. Listening to a song is almost automatically two of them. Sounds and lyrics, setting/atmosphere and story (albeit it often takes a few tries to actually understand the story). If you've seen the cover art for the song or album you're listening to, or a music video, you might be able to make a mental image of it, or just create your own from scratch, which is even more immersive. If you've listened to other songs from the same artist or album that fit in with this one and make a real story with multiple chapters, that really helps in my opinion. If you like the artist, you can maybe even comprehend exactly what a song is about and relate to it better. By simply existing, a song already puts together a lot of those pieces. The art itself does all the heavy lifting. Reading demands more brain capacity. I think it takes a very special person to be able to do so much at once, and that those people make phenomenal writers. I certainly can't do all of that, I'm a dumbass.

Then there's, with music, the excitement of live events. Which, I don't know about you guys but I'd rather read alone than listen to someone read my favorite books for me. Music is much more popular and convivial. It ends up being a big part of everyone's lives, and playing a role in our relations to each other. Relatability undoubtedly makes art better and more enjoyable.

BUT, in my opinion, trying to write something technically impressive and compelling is so much more interesting. Just how a technically impressive and compelling art piece is more interesting than a plain orchid blue screen, even if it's less evocative sometimes. Which is why poetry is just so... So... There's probably no art form I find more interesting than poetry... It's so... Explodes

Even then, despite all of that, for daily consumption, music is much better. I listen to a lot of music, I listen to too much music actually. Lost access to my Spotify for about two weeks about a month and a half ago and how that affected my mood was eye-opening to say the least. It's low-key an issue. I live for this thing. I'm listening to music in the morning before I've had the time to register that I exist, I'm listening to music during conversations, during my five minutes of break between classes, and while I study as well. I'm listening to music right now ffs. And I don't know if it helps me think or prevents me from doing so.

All of that said, I wonder why shows are so much less entertaining to me than music. I think it might have something to do with my vision not being very good, and my visual memory even worse. Looking at a show might be awesome when it's happening, but I'll only be able to recreate a poor and blurry copy of it in my brain. Even a painting is better because it's static, that's less information to remember. Rythms and beats are so memorable and so repetitive it's not even hard to keep them in mind, which is why they don't leave your head. I don't know about you guys but I've never had a vivid image stuck in my head just because it's pretty, but I sure have had songs stuck in my head just because the rythm is fun.

Yeah, that sounds about right. But now that I'm thinking about it, I'd also say the reason I like music better is simply that looking at something is the single most grounding sense of all. Seeing things is what feels real. But so I know I'm staring at a screen and not a landscape, contrary to when I'm listening to a song and can thereby just close my eyes and produce a pixelated version of that landscape that looks like nothing but feels a thousand times as real as any picture. Unless we're talking about virtual reality I suppose. That's a whole other thing though.

Animes, cartoons, live actions, movies. The only real visual performances I enjoy that much are plays, preferably broadway musicals. And ballets, but dance is just a whole other thing. But also, when a show/movies does stick with me, it sticks for much longer than anything else could, even music. Probably because of how many factors go into making one, and how intricate they are.

Anyway. Just a bunch of dumb thoughts.

[goldfishwithablowtorch-deactivat]

Who wants to see my box of rats? No one okay then.

Pattern: http://www.withlovefeli.com/2020/01/free-pattern-rat-for-chinese-new-year/

So I have to make something to sell at a market stall for a school assignment, and I decided on crochet rats and yeah. I only started a couple days ago so I only have these five so far but this is all im doing for the next three weeks individual pictures under the cut and detailed profiles because I decided to get even more emotionally attached to them before i sell them away forever.

Purple rat:

-She's called Indigo (yes I named them all)

- specifically for my friends little sister

- first rat I made (out of the ones for the stall anyway)

-kind of strangled him with yarn a lot while mapping out the colours for the rainbow rat

-the legs are a little too far forward which makes it hard for him to sit but its okay I still love him

Rainbow rat:

- Also finished off like two balls of yarn that I just had very little of left so that's great I guess

- Called August

- Non-binary rat because I said so

- Also for my friends other little sister

- Second rat I made and took me the longest because of the colour changes and me being lazy

Blue and purple rat:

- He's named Jeremy because I have another rat that me and my friends take turns with and make little clothes for called Jerry and he needs a friend

- He also just gives off Jeremy vibes to me

- Made of colour changing blue yarn that was given to me by my friend (same friend who's little sister the first two rats are for) that was wrapped around a book fir me to unwrap instead of wrapping paper

- But I couldn't find the end so had to cut it and then pull it off the book and it was the WORST knot I have ever seen literally took me a week to undo

Yellow and brown rat:

- She's called Cherry

- christened "Banana rat" by my friend (it does fit I guess)

- I just realised as I was taking the photo that her head tilts to the side a bit and is fatter on one side because before tou attach all the bits it's hard to tell which side exactly is the top and I accidentally turned her a bit

- probably either my favourite or second favourite so far

Green rat:

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- He's called Avo

- Because he looks like an avocado

- I think the eyes are a little too close together and I added a few increases where I wasn't meant to, plus the drak green yarn is thinner than the light green but oh well we're selling to primary schoolers they won't notice.

- Didn't want to sit up so I had to balance him on my scissors

- I really like the colours for this guy they look really good

And those are my rats, if you scrolled this far then let me know if you want to see Jerry and his clothes, the solangelo rats I made once or the Keefe themed rat I will eventually make for my friend

[igotabductedbyaliens]

got tagged by @neue-tanz for a "ten people you'd like to get to know better." unfortunately for everyone i am kind of self absorbed & love to talk about myself so this is going to be long-ish.

last song: togethertogether by SOFY. i love the lines "'cause you're my sidekick, co-star / i wanna be wherever you are/ you're my sous-chef, my co-pilot/ always got me covered, why we even trying to fight it?" it's been on loop since yesterday.

last book: i finished the marbled swarm by dennis cooper a few days ago; a book i could've gotten through in 2-3 days that took me a week to finish because there were points where i had to legit put the book down to avoid throwing up. in 2025 i'm trying to get through that "disturbing books" iceberg image macro lol as a way to get back into reading & also just broaden my horizons in terms of art. right now i'm slowly working my way through the hebrew translation of la bataille de l'autisme by eric laurent by way of a personal recommendation of my lecturer lol it's translated in a very difficult academic language but he said it would change my view of myself as an autistic person so i'm really trying to get through it.

last movie: 1999's ravenous. manifest destiny cannibal vampire yaoi. i really did not recognize guy pearce as the 90s prettyboy he is and i've seen the light but i did very much watch this movie to see robert carlyle with blood in his mouth. get it sexyy get it sexyy get it sexyy

last tv show: i want to say severance because i keep meaning to start it but i'm too into from mgm i've been rewatching the first season over and over. it's so fun. you'd think the "monsters who mimic people" trope would be tired by now & it kind of is but the show to me is more about the dynamics between the characters than the lore of the monsters themselves.

last thing i searched: "valais blacknose" i needed references for this drawing about hot people on farms i'm working on.

favorite color: like, a very specific kind of yellow. pantone's yellow c is the closest identifiable name it has.

sweet, savory or spicy: sweet. but i don't like the juvenile sugary kind of sweet. i used to really love gummy worms and energy drinks and shit like that but that flavor got kind of nauseating to me over the years. i'm more of a good chocolate croissant type of bitch now.

relationship status: on a practical level i'm single but i'm a head-in-the-clouds pollyanna so i don't think i'm, like, single single because i am very much going out into the world and flirting with people almost every day. and i'm also in a situationship with an older guy right now. i've come to the realization not too long ago that i'm addicted to the longing that comes with the situation where two people like each other but aren't being concretely together. it's like crack to me. but i'm still, like, single. i guess.

looking forward to: trying to submit my work to art galleries, hopefully travelling to see friends at some point, getting back into working out, experimenting with gouache & watercolors, lino-printing... lots of art stuff mainly. and some other things i'm too embarrassed to say in public lol

current obsessions: making (homo-)erotic art, crayons, these two guys who work at the coffee shop by my college that i think would be a cute couple, catalan/georgian/french music & of course my friend's & i's ocs :)

i don't think i even have 10 mutuals that i don't already know personally so i'll tag all the remaining mutuals i think are cool! :) @funstyle @charmcoin @jasmancer @dumpstoyevsky @ccorinthian @herectic @tenteen heyyyy guys.

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

why are the conspiracy theorists all on your blog lmaooo. anyways, i wanted to ask you if you have been writing fanfiction/original work lately. no pressure though.

Girl I WISH I knew………….

I actually started writing again pretty soon after my last upload!

(I posted a new fic a few weeks ago, you probably saw that though lol, but it is kinda still my baby, so I don't mind plugging it again. Like… I feel like so many of my feelings on Beatles history and John and Paul's relationship specifically are weaved into its very fabric)

Anyways, I've actually started working on two sort of "expanded universe" stories set in the world of the last fic. I'm not 100% sure if they'll actually get finished, though, it's a bit low commitment right now.

I'm also working on my beloved "John and Stu both live (and are now a couple) and they are spending the day with Paul after Linda dies" story. It's a mostly plot-light one-shot. They play Monopoly lol.

Here's a preview of what I got that I think captures the vibe well:

Neither of them were particularly quick when it came to taking off their shoes; John had to mind his back these days (Paul looked away, not wanting to think about frailty too much); meanwhile, Stu’s motions had always been relaxed and graceful. Even as a kid, Paul had found it irritating to watch the lad over-carefully unfolding his sunglasses and slipping them on.

“Tea?” Paul offered, jiggling his leg.

Both men turned their heads up towards him.

“Yeah, give me a sec,” John said, before slowly rising to his feet with a quiet, pained groan. “Let me take care of it.”

Linda would have put on the kettle by now already. Paul swallowed.

“No.”

John frowned, glancing over at Stu, who had felt the need to place his shoes on the rack instead of just leaving them on the floor. “Why not?”

Because I don’t want to feel like you came here to pity me.

“I’m the host. Would be rude.” And with that, Paul turned around and marched into the kitchen.

He felt a hand reach for his arm. “C’mon, Paul. Don’t get stubborn now.”

Paul tensed his shoulders, not turning around as he made his way to the stove – Linda’s stove. “It’s not bein’ stubborn – just manners.” His hand was now resting on the knob, for some reason refraining from turning on the gas.

“Paul…” John had gentled his tone in a way that emphasized the creakiness in his voice that Paul had recently begun noticing and it made his skin crawl.

Determined not to look at his mate, Paul stared straight ahead, his eyes once again stinging with tears.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake…” Stu, who’d apparently followed them into the kitchen, grabbed the kettle from the counter, filled it at the sink, placed it on a burner on the other side of the stove, and then finally flicked on the gas. 

Paul shot him a death glare.

What the fuck do you think you’re doin’? he wanted to shout – Stu was John’s plus-one, after all, not a real guest – but before he could get the words out, Paul was promptly seized by an overwhelming sense of déjà-vu:

The three of them in his kitchen (though not this kitchen), and Stu making himself all too comfortable in a way that for some reason drove Paul up the wall; “You’re here to practice, not rummage through me cupboards, Stu,” even though John had been doing just the same.

No, not déjà-vu, Paul realized, staring down at the blue flame under the kettle. That really happened – decades prior, in Liverpool, when they had all still been boys, slicking their hair back and passing around stale cigarettes just to save on cash.

All at once delighted by the image, Paul threw his head back laughing.

[thesingingrevolution]

i went on a cruise a few weeks ago and before i went i checked if they had a chapel on board so i could make plans to go to church before/after if not and this cruise had no chapel but the image of it on the website was in my head at that point and a few days later or whatever i have a dream that im in this chapel on this cruise with my friends and this one very specific priest i love and am friends with was the one celebrating but i didnt think much of it because its just a dream and im just placing my previous experiences in this new location. and then today i meet up with this priest and we’re catching up and he asks me where im going for Christmas and i tell him florida and then i ask him because our families both live in florida and he says hes going to texas but then he elaborates and says before he started going to there for Christmas he used to serve on a cruise ship?! and i was so gagged like i didnt say i literally saw that in a vision but i did tell him i looked into cruise chapels earlier and that it was so cool of him to do that but i was just shocked because i literally saw that in my head but i didnt know it was real and true?

[the-lunar-library]

Cover Design: Have I Figured This Out Yet?

Today let's talk about the cover for my third book, To the Ravens. When talking about the earlier books' cover designs, I made a big deal about how it took actual years and years of trial and error.

To the Ravens did not take actual years and years to figure out how it wanted to look. It was eager to get going. The first cover design I drew for it was the final product.

But I did toss some ideas around before actually drawing it. Like this one.

This very rough cover dates back to January 2019, four years before I actually started writing, only a few months after I'd first begun playing around with ideas for the novel. And before you ask --

She's Akantha. For a long time, Akantha was named Kassiane.

I think the art is by Dante Gabriel Rossetti. It looks like his work, or one of his ilk.

No, I wasn't planning on publishing under Rayless Night. At that point, my first book was still only on its second or third draft and I was debating what name to write under. Rayless Night was just a placeholder.

This wasn't even a serious attempt at a cover. It's very simple, not very exciting, not very specific. As for the title, I didn't shuffle through too many -- I think To the Ravens was the first thing I settled on. (Again, a much easier process than the other two books.) I will say though that the female figure does nail Akantha's anger. She might be about to snap that pansy in two.

This image was more for me to have something to look at and think about in the early days of turning story ideas over. But when it came down to writing and actually facing the reality of publishing this thing, my mind settled on a much more unique and dynamic cover.

Not the cover I ended up going with though.

This was my original idea (a rough version), Akantha gazing up at a cloud spider. There are two scenes with cloud spiders in the novel, and this is supposed to reference the first one.

My inspiration was Greek red figure pottery. And there's a lot I like about this concept. It immediately conveys the Greek-ness of the novel's culture. It shows that the heroine's winged, something I really wanted. And it hints at danger. I kept this concept in my head for a lot of the writing process, but didn't yet commit it to paper. In fact, I didn't end up drawing it until a few weeks ago so I could illustrate this post.

I think it wouldn't have been a bad cover, but the red figure style has a stiffness to it that I started to dislike. I also didn't want so much flat black on the cover. I started to play with the idea of a blue or blue-green background, to contrast the orange and because blue-green has some significance late in the story. The spider and web (I sourced the web from Pixabay) are also kind of unwieldy -- the spider had to be comically shrunk down even to be included. The thing's downright cute at this size, and maybe now has completely the wrong vibe.

Then my dad had an idea for the cover.

Akantha with her wings dramatically raised, cast in shadow before the Earth (also sourced from Pixabay), with her eyes eerily glowing gold. This is a rough approximation, but you can see it's not a bad idea -- it's attention-getting. But I also feel the mood is wrong. It feels more like a comic-book cover.

But maybe it did influence me, because when I got around to drawing the cover, it featured both a red-figure Akantha and a heavenly body:

I'm really happy with this one. I'm not sure the red figure connotation is really there anymore -- I don't know if people look at this and think, "Ah, yes, Greece!" or more just "Ah, an orange demon!" (She is not a demon.) But the color contrast is really pretty, and now Akantha has none of that stiffness. Her wings are visible, and there's the Moon, so you get a hint that there's something alien and different about the story. (My logical father, however, points out that it should still be the Earth in the background, not the Moon, because Akantha lives on the Moon.)

I decided to go with complementary art of Alexandros on the back, with him in gold rather than red/orange.

I really liked the idea of incorporating Harmony the snake, having her link them together.

So that was my much simpler, much easier process. I think this cover's come out the best, particularly in physical copies.

What do you think? Should I have kept the spider?

[actionfigurebullshit]

Cadet Worf Found Elsewhere; Greta and Herman Still At Large

When did I see that action figure last? The last time a picture of Greta was on this website was almost three years ago. One year ago, I was considering some AFB elements to be used in another video, and this may very well have been the last time that action figure was in my sights, but still...

If nothing else fails, there is a second Cadet Howard action figure. I got it with... I believe... my Galoob Data. It looks a little dingy, though I'd just say she had a tan from sticking her head in the warp core (in-joke). I also have a second Generations Data, though I would prefer to keep that action figure as is, since he was part of a lot consisting of all the 4.5 inch Generations action figures. I think if I had to go that far to replace Herman, Herman wouldn't be a Data action figure.

I don't remember actually doing anything with the Greta action figure last year. I was just going to reuse some of her dialogue, though she is presumed to be there, in those scenes but sight unseen.

Every so often, I'll go on these hunts for something that's missing and it can be distressing and harmful to the tidiness of the house, but might also make for good exercise, I dunno. It can also be an odd trip through time, as sometimes, you dig into boxes that are very era specific. I wrote about that a little in the last few entries.

Did I ever tell the tale of-- not really a story, actually. I have good luck with online orders, and this was one of the quite rare moments where something just didn't show up. One of those somethings- and I can only remember four times in almost twenty years where something simply didn't show up- was the first Greta action figure I ordered. The updates suggested it was picked up at the post office, or was it that the label was created? I wonder if I still have the e-mail?

1 sec...

I do. I was looking for the tracking number. I have it! No, I'm actually- I mean, I do, but I wrote that it was picked up. Nope. The label was made, and then nothing happened. After 3 weeks, I contacted them, and they were quick to concede the notion that it had been stolen, and gave me a refund. I think they misplaced the action figure or just forgot to actually mail it off. I didn't see them relist it, and, like I said, I got a quick refund, which was used to go get another action figure. This is why some of the earliest images of the idea of this group of cadet action figures being something non-Star Trek omits Greta- she wasn't there. It reminds me of those early TNG promotional photo shoots and Worf is nowhere to be found. They were still unsure if they wanted a Klingon in the main cast. In another world, was Worf just a one-off? The captain had to get on him quite a bit in that episode, "Do you intend to blast a hole in the viewer?", made him look like a dipshit. Maybe he would have been an O'Brien like character, I doubt they would want that Klingon forehead stuff to go to waste.

It's not a big deal, BUT every action figure is unique- they're always painted just a little bit differently, different choices made. Some Datas have brown eye brows, some seem to be black, and some are silver. Sometimes, your Kirks are squinty, other times they look fat-headed. Their eyes are doing something different, which goes a long ways toward giving an action figure automatic personality. I have two 80s TNG Datas. One looks pretty mellow, if not spaced out. He got the season 2 pelt. The other looks like a Lore action figure, oddly enough, just looks mean and evil.

While I don't think there's anything exceptionally remarkable about the action figure used for Greta, under slightly different circumstances, "Greta" would have a little bit different personality in the face, and one could very well have had some unseen influence on Rachael's performance. I do recall letting the actors play around with the action figures they were voicing just to see if it inspired something.

I'm running out of places to look for those two action figures. I'd love if if they were somewhere so close to me right now, they could bite me. I'm kind of hoping I'm just a dumbass and they're in a really obvious spot.

[silasopossum]

just got the notification that my base is officially in transit to the USA, so im gonna discuss my plans for him rq :]

so basically, all my fursonas have historically been feline (once i got over my horse art phase. i was never really connected to my horse sona anyways). i WOULD have gotten a feline headbase, but the problem with that is very few makers specifically sell a BOBCAT base, it's usually a canadian lynx or domestic cat or lion or something. cool, but i love focusing on small details in species differences so it would bug me forever if i put my bobcat fursona on a canadian lynx base. the other issue is that if i DID make a fursuit for my bobcat sona, i would 100% want a realistic base, since her cartoony design changes so often. plenty of makers sell realistic 3d printed or resin bases, however i am NOT confident in my ability to transfer a realistic design onto a base myself (especially since most realism fursuits involve airbrushing. i dont think i could do that well in an ideal environment, much less my 115 square foot bedroom which is my only workspace). i just dont feel i would be able to do her justice... and i wouldnt really want a toony styled head for my actual fursona.

and making a base myself isn't an option because 1. i cant even sculpt clay symmetrically, it'd drive me crazy if i tried it and 2. aforementioned tiny apartment problems. im not dealing with foam going everywhere... OR learning how to 3d model and print or resin pour or whatever else people use to make fursuits.

so i was looking through makers just for funsies and then i found the opossum base by ligris cybernetics / ligrisprints. and idk why but every ounce of my impulsive body decided "YES. OPOSSUM FURSUIT. NOW." ive never even had an opossum fursona before so i have no idea why i was suddenly so sure about it. but i was! so i decided to just make a new character specifically for this project.

i decided on the name silas (at the URL implies) and i designed a quick character on the fly, based entirely off of photos of real opossums instead of already having an idea. this was interesting for me, since i didnt realize how common the white spots on opossum ears are? i always thought they were only black, but most photos i found showed a little bit of pink/white so i added it to the design

(quick sketch, drawn over the sale image on ligris cybernetics' website. i also loosely based this off of the stylization of my one other opossum character's design. the black bits under the eyes are going to be eyelashes, cut out of felt. the grey will PROBABLY be fur markings, but i might change that to black felt too)

opossums are also fairly easy to design, since they are typically recognizable with only two fur colors (white and grey), and their faces are usually mostly white. it'll be easier for me if i only have to buy two fur colors.

another thing i'm planning on is having handpaws- this will be easy since opossums always have naked fingers... so i'm planning on just buying a pair of fingerless gloves and adding fur to the glove part and leaving my fingers out. will be much easier to wear too

one thing im unsure of is how to fur a moving jaw... ill need to look up some tutorials for this. because i think if i dont add at least a little fur around the hinge, the mouth will look way too wide...

another small issue is that this maker tells tpu ears for basically any species EXCEPT opossums. so my plan is to buy some fosshape plastic and make ears out of that? ill also add minky fur OR felt to them to add the color patterns. i havent decided between the two yet, but i think painting the ears would look strange? even if it's technically more accurate for the real animal.

i also got some fur color swatches a few weeks ago. getting swatches from fursuitsupplies, i tried out baby pink monster, silver lux fox, super short white, silver beaver, and silver lux shag. i like the color of the silver lux fox best, but the texture of the lux shag seems better for an opossum character, so i'm unsure. the beaver feels nice but is too short for what i want the longer bits of fur to be. the super short is nice, but i will still probably get the fur all in one length and just shave it. the monster fur feels gross to touch so i'm definitely not using that. i already know what minky fabric is like so i didn't bother getting samples for that (but i probably will order samples when i decide concretely on what fur to get once the base comes in, just to be sure of the color before i spend money on it).

i'm thinking of covering the nose of the base with pink minky OR pink felt, but i'm not sure if that would work with the base, so i'll decide that once i actually get my hands on it. otherwise, i will be painting it. i also think i'm gonna make a tongue with minky fabric

tail will also be a thing. since opossum tails are prehensile, i want to make it posable... i thought about using plastic ball joints / doll spines, but i know from my longfurby adventures that those are kind of heavy, so i think i will use wire instead.

not gonna bother with a bodysuit, those sound hellish to walk around in. i'm just gonna wear long sleeves and long pants

another thing i an excited / nervous about is adding hair... i want silas to have hair. SPECIFICALLY revenge era gerard way hair

and i know a lot of fursuit makers create hair by putting together pulled-out yarn OR brushing out fur both ways... but i don't like how that looks. since if were meant to believe that a plush in the case of a fursuit tail is flesh, and fur is their actual skin/fur... then it's just like... amorphous globosus... or a gigantic skin tag / tumor... TO ME... many fursuits make this look amazing don't get me wrong but i just couldnt get it out of my head if it was on my own suit. so i decided that i'm going to try and weft the hair, like in this tutorial? https://www.tiktok.com/@chaoticreations/video/7334668616350092577 (sorry for tiktok link, i know this creator uploads to youtube but i couldn't find the short) and this one https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vo4FCmT1DP8 i'm thinking that depending on how i'm able to fur the head, i might be able to make a kind of wig thing that magnets on? i don't want to add the hair directly onto the head in case it looks like shit and i get tired of it, so i want it easily removable. might use velcro instead... also want it really long in the back.

i also got the eye mesh pre-installed on the head by the maker. which will be easy for me if i like it... however i DID request slit pupils and i'm second guessing that decision right now. i'm also unsure if i shouldve made them green instead of grey... but i guess i'll see it once it arrives :]

i also was JUST barely in the sizing for a "small" size head according to this maker, but just to be safe i ordered a "medium" size head instead. if it's to big (which it probably will be), i'm going to add foam inside, which will probably make it more comfortable anyways. iirc you can also use foam to hide the hinges in moving jaws? so i can just use the foam for that too. not sure yet.

and i already have sandpaper and stuff for sanding down the 3d print. just gotta wait for it to arrive... probably a month since it's gonna go from poland to the usa... if it gets lost in shipping i WILL cry (since mail people love to just not deliver to my apartment complex. because apartments are haaaaaaaard to deliver to (even though all the doors are easily accessible from the street with no key necessary)...)

[emmanuelouise]

One Key to Unlock Them All: The Dangers of Sharing Even the Smallest of Data | Written By: Louise Baylon

"Which poses a bigger threat to lose, your money or your personal data?" A few class sessions ago, our instructor asked us that very question. Blind to the point the question was trying to make, my classmates proudly answered 'money' as it was the seemingly obvious answer. Now I will be honest, I too was naïve at the time and also answered money. I thought losing personal data didn't pose as much consequences when compared to the adverse effects of losing money. In my head, it would just be someone gaining information about me, nothing more nothing less.

Although in hindsight, I should have answered 'personal data'. Even though I did not know the reasoning as to why personal data would be the correct answer, I should have seen past what was superficial and deceivingly obvious in the question. If that had been the case, the answer wouldn't have come off as painstakingly obvious that it annoyed me how I hadn't thought of it that way. Jumping a week later to the next session, our instructor had us watch a short film. Unbeknownst to us, this very video would tie in to the question our instructor asked us a week ago. It was of an old guy trying to order pizza through a hotline. During this seemingly normal transaction, the pizzeria staff on the other end of the line would occasionally say suspiciously specific things. Things such as recommending healthy pizza topping alternatives in relation to the old guy's health records and quick delivery options based on the old guy's home address. Of course, this shocks the old guy as he would always ask every time how'd they know about his health records, home address, and the sorts. The pizzeria staff would then reply normally by stating that since he had provided his card number - they have access to the system. This bit goes on and on until the old guy becomes furious and hangs the call. The main takeaway of the short film was that it was portraying the old guy giving the staff a master key to all his personal data - with the 'system' in question being the database holding all his information and the 'card number' acting as the key. Now how does this tie in with the original question and its answer? The idea of even the simplest of information such as a card number can allow access to more than what you bargained for is the main point this question is trying to make. According to our instructor, the answer states that if you lose your money then you'll just lose money, but if you lose your personal data - then it won't be long before you'll lose your money too. In other words, it is a bigger threat to lose the key than just one of the many things the key itself is protecting.

Discussion Dates: 02/27/24 - 02/29/24 Image sourced from Microsoft Bing Image Creator.