#i hope so because.... there's loads of it

[drdemonprince]

it's so funny when terfy radfems send these lurid, pornographic hate mails that are like "so you just love gargling on cock and being a slave to men dont you?? you just want to be a slick wet hole taking load after load with your knees behind your head and not a thought in your brain. you worship balls and cum and your pussy is so stretched out by being barraged with thick pipe and taking massive loads that you cant even think straight anymore. i am going to continue to narrate my elaborate fantasies about you getting railed and gangbanged because *you* are the one who is a cumbrained rapetoy pervert."

like girl i hope youre enjoying rubbing one out to this

[winterstelltales]

Coffee and Vanilla

word count: 1k

pairing: zayne x reader

summary: you just can't get enough of zayne's scent

content tags: winter setting, cuddling, loads of kisses

warning: slightly suggestive at the end

a/n: fic was inspired by post by @wolfofcelestia

The air inside the cabin was surprisingly warm. Despite the heavy snow storm raging outside, inside was filled with a cozy silence, only interrupted by the crisp sounds of the wood crackling by the fireplace every now and then. 

 The room was bathed in a pleasant glow, and the scent of fresh snow seemed to linger around, but it wasn’t enough to conceal the sweet smell of hot chocolate and the plate of cookies placed in front of you. 

 You didn’t know what it was, maybe it was your sense of awareness as a hunter that made you pick up all these at once, and you were suddenly filled with an overwhelming feeling that you couldn’t explain. It wasn’t bad, you were partly sure it was because you were overjoyed, but it still left a heavy something inside you.. With nothing to do about it, you tightened your arms around the person you were cuddling with, burying your face further into his neck and took a deep breath. 

 His scent easily conquered everything. With Zayne taking a break from the hospital for a long time in a while, he didn’t smell much like disinfectant and hospital anymore. Sure, it was still there, a faint scent that you hoped would never leave him because you had gotten so used to it and you knew you were going to miss it if it ever disappeared. 

But with his usual scent gone, only the warm sandalwood and touch of sugary scent of pastries remained, though you were certain the latter was because he had stuffed himself up with some unhealthy amount of desserts, justifying it with the excuse that it was the holiday season.

 You indulged him of course, just as he has done countless times in the past when you particularly felt like you didn’t want to follow his doctor’s orders. 

 Zayne didn’t react immediately as always, his brows furrowed a bit, one hand coming up to pat the top of your head as he observed your sudden burst of affection. 

 You both were already cuddling in front of the fireplace, unable to go out because of the sudden snow storm that had occurred. You sat sideways on Zayne's lap, head supported on his broad shoulder while his right hand played with your hands lying on your lap. 

 “What is it?” His gentle voice knocked on the door of your thoughts, his hand coming back up to wrap around your waist.

 But you weren’t capable of giving him an answer, so you took another deep breath and tightened your arms around him more. 

 You weren’t sure if you could consume someone’s scent, but you were desperate for Zayne’s. 

 “It’s not that I don’t love you hugging me, my love, but I’m having trouble breathing,��� his voice sounded strained in your ear. This time, you immediately loosened your arms around him, looking up at him with apologetic eyes.

 “Sorry,” you said softly.

 The corners of his mouth turned up, “don't apologize,” he said, his hand coming up to brush a stray hair on your face.

 “Is something bothering you?”

 You stayed silent for a second, then rested your cheek on his chest, feeling the beating of his heart. 

 “No,” you said and lifted your chin, smiling, “You just smell really good.”

 Zayne pursed his lips, the tips of his ears turning red almost immediately. He was never good at receiving compliments, but that didn’t mean you were ever going to stop giving them. 

 He coughed slightly, turning his head away for a bit. 

 You traced his sweater covered chest with your fingers, drawing simple patterns, “Like a little bit of coffee and a little bit of vanilla,” you continued, nosing his slightly red cheek, inhaling his scent deep to your core. His newly shaved face was soft to the touch, and it was getting warm more and more as words left your mouth. 

A smile grazed your lips as you kissed him softly on his ear, making his breath hitched.

Zayne’s hand on your waist tightened, squeezing you in warning. The blanket covering both of you had slided off by now, exposing you to the cabin air. 

“Did you use that sandalwood soap I bought you?” you asked, adjusting yourself somewhat to straddle him. 

Now with your whole body facing him, Zayne had no choice but to look at your face with his arms resting at your sides. Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed, the gentle movement drawing your attention to his neck.

 “You’re so beautiful,” You said softly, palming his neck with your hand.

You leaned in and pecked his lips, pressing your face against his forehead.

You were certain that even if you lived a thousand lifetimes, you could never fully grasp the depth of Zayne's beauty. It was a wonder that defied time, something you could admire endlessly, yet never quite get enough of.

His hand caught yours in a gentle grip, his flustered state disappearing in a blink of an eye as he stared at you with intense eyes, gaze falling on to your lips, “Not nearly as beautiful as you.”

And suddenly you were aware of everything again, but nothing was quite as alarming as the hard thing resting underneath you. Blinking, you returned your gaze back to Zayne, eyes twinkling with excitement.

 “Oh”

“Oh?” Zayne lifted an eyebrow and before you knew it he was grabbing you by the waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him until everything you could feel was the warmth radiating off him and his hard length resting under you. 

You support yourself by grabbing onto his shoulders, mouth slightly agape as you try to calm yourself down.

Seeing you like that was enough for Zayne, his lips found your neck instantly, peppering your skin with kisses that turn into little bites and sucks. You gasp softly, letting the weight of your body fall onto him. 

One of his hands finds themself under your sweater, calloused fingers trails up your spine, rousing a path of goosebumps as you lean more into his embrace.

“It looks like I've been far too lenient with you,” Zayne’s voice low and resonant, sending soft vibrations against your neck as he spoke. 

His nose presses against your skin, inhaling and tracing a path on your neck with his teeth before whispering, “Since you seem to enjoy teasing me so much, maybe it’s time I return the favor.”

dividers by @rookthornesartistry

[femmeroll]

gamer sevika please 🙏

thank you for the req my love!! merry (late) xmas everyone !!! i hope you enjoy

sevika x fem reader

cw: hcs and a bit of smut

gamer!sevika loves to escape reality for a few hours on her games. she loves getting away to her magical game world where nothing really matters and just pretending she’s there for a bit.

gamer!sevika thinks her setup is cool as shit and gets really blushy when someone compliments it.

gamer!sevika is actually pretty bad at most video games at first. she has a hard time with the controller.

on a similar note, she crashes out over her games all the time. once she choked and lost a match for her whole team and snapped her controller in half. she doesn’t know her own strength. also loves to rage quit and then gets sad the next day when her progress didn’t save :(

gamer!sevika gets you to give stardew valley a try and you end up completing the community center within the first in-game year. you marry maru and sev gets really jealous. sevika marries hayley because she likes mean femmes

gamer!sevika absolutely melts when you fill up her water bottle or bring her a snack while she’s playing a game.

she loves having you around while she plays. sometimes she’ll sit you on her lap during a game so you can feel each other.

on that note…

if you’re feeling needy and need her attention, she’ll mute her mic and let you grind yourself into her thigh while she plays.

she’ll let you do just about anything while she plays. you want to get off? you can cum on her lap as much as you need to. you want to make her feel good? she’s got you underneath her desk, lapping her up as she beats levels. need something more than her thigh? she’ll let you bounce on all you want. she’ll even thrust up into you when her game is on a loading screen.

gamer!sevika almost passes out when you buy a costume and dress up as her favorite character. your little outfit is ripped off in seconds the moment she sees you.

im sorry this is short but i love you all so much also thank u for 500 follower!!! mwah mwah kisses

[starboye]

starring: roommate!vinnie hacker x male reader

request: roommate!vinnie fucking reader in missionary and reader has nothing but one of vinnies tshirts on and vinnie is pounding reader so much that reader cums all over himself and he’s a little embarrassed so he tries to cover his face and vinnie is laughing because he finds it adorable

warnings: smut, rough sex, overstimulation, teasing, creampie, aftercare

you looked so cute getting your absolutely ravished by your roommate right now, taking every inch of that cock that you are so desperate for yet to shy to even admit it, although you wanted to run and hide in your room right now for the amount of embarrassment you felt right now you couldn't bring yourself to pull off his cock.

you got yourself in this mess because vinnie saw you walking around the house with one of his shirts on and you must've forgotten how he gets about that, he loves seeing you body draped in his big clothes it's like they swallow you whole, just like how you swallow his while cock every day.

"shit you feel so good y/n" vinnie moans as his hips work on their own to pound your hole again and again, his hips snapping into your ass like clockwork, he had made you cum like three times now, shown by the amount of cum all over his shirt and it seems like now is gonna be the forth "fu-fuck vin i can't" you whimpered out before vins thrusts dragged another load out of you.

your head falling back onto the bed, only able to whimper and whine as vinnie kept going, you tried to hide yourself in his sleeves but they were to small so you just had to watch as vinnie looked down at you with a stupid smirk on his face as if he wasn't rearranging your guts and/or trying to impregnate you.

"stop looking at me like that" you said turning you face away from him but he just turned you right back to look at him "mm mm no" he laughed at you panicked expression as you felt another load getting pulled out of you, once more cumming on his now drenched shirt with a loud moan.

"does the slut want a break" vinnie taunts and all you can do is lazily nod your head hoping he got what you were trying to say to him "m'kay just gimme one second" he muttered before locking in on fucking you, expression turning dark as he pulled all the way out to where just the tip was left inside and slammed down back into you with enough sheer force to break your cervix.

doing it again and again until he finally spurted his load in your ruined hole, you layed on the bed in a dazed out of world state so vinnie helped you up, taking off his dirty shirt and throwing it somewhere in the room before taking you to the tub to wash you off, watching as his cum flowed out of you and into the bath water.

taglist:@mailmango @spermeboy @ghostking4m @gayaristocrat @addictedtomalepits @staarb0y @crispysoup318 @its-ares @gargoylesworld09 @znerac

[hexed-hearts]

Surprise

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

Tags: 18+, Fluff, Sugestive content, Established relationship, domestic, Teasing

Word Count: 779

Summary: Wanda teases you with a surprise before dinner

A/N: I appreciated all the love on my last work and decided to get another out for y'all. As always, messages and critiques are welcome! Thanks for reading!

I’m standing in the kitchen, cooking dinner when Wanda comes down the stairs wearing one of my old university sweaters that swims on her and some sweatpants. She hums as she smells the spices in the air, “It smells amazing in her detka, and it looks good too,” she comes up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her chin on my shoulder. 

“Mhmm, it's just some alfredo nothing too hard, I leave all the hard recipes to you my love,” I smile as I turn my head to look at her, one of my hands resting on top of hers as I continue to stir the pot. “It shouldn’t be long now, I just need to put everything together so we can eat.”

“I hope so,” she says, moving my hair to the side to kiss the back of my neck. She whispers in my ear, “cause I have a surprise for you after dinner, my love.” She steps back from me and walks towards the cabinets, pulling out plates as she starts to set the table. I turn and look at her, watching her move around with a sway in her hips, “I can feel you staring darling,” she smirks, turning around and leaning against the table.

“Less staring more like…admiring…thankful that I get to call you mine” I turn the heat off the stove as I make my way to her, my hands reaching up to cup her face as I lean in to kiss her, our lips slowly dancing against each other. I feel her reach up and wrap her arms around my neck, pulling me deeper into her as I start to trail kisses along her jaw. My senses are overtaken by the smell of her strawberry shampoo. 

“Y/N,” she moans into the air as I gently bite her ear, “I said after dinner darling, not right now.” She pulls my face up, detaching my lips from her neck, “a little eager aren’t we baby?” She chuckles.

My thumb strokes the side of her cheek, “how can I resist, you’re in my sweater looking adorable, and now you're whispering in my ear and talking about surprises?” My hands fall to her hips, “what am I supposed to think when you talk to me like that?” My lips go back to her neck as I lift her up and sit her on the table, my hands stroking her thighs, “fuck baby I could take you right here…” I rasp.

“Baby…you won’t get your surprise if we don’t eat, I don’t want your stomach rumbling while you unwrap your surprise.” Her hands fall to my chest and she starts playing with the neckline of my shirt.

“Okay okay,” I let up my assault on her neck, “only because you’re the sweetest,” I give her another lingering kiss before I step out from between her legs, making my way back to the stove. I finish preparing dinner, plating everything as I sit next to Wanda at the table. “So Wands, what kind of surprise are we talking about here?” I raise my brow at her as I take a bite of my food.

“The kind that if you keep asking me about it you won’t get it,” she smirks, flipping her auburn hair to the side to gaze up at me. She finishes her food before me, standing and putting her plate in the dishwasher, “I’ll be upstairs waiting for you detka,” she whispers as she saunters up the stairs, my eyes watching her as I groan in anticipation. I finish eating quickly, loading the dishwasher and rushing up the stairs, stopping at the door.

I knock on our bedroom door, “Wands?”

“Come on in baby,” her sultry voice comes through the door. I step in, slowly opening the door when I finally catch her gaze. She is sitting on the edge of the bed, her arms propping her up as her long legs are crossed in front of her. The sweater and the sweatpants are gone, replaced with a lacy green lingerie set. “Surprise darling…” she says, flipping her hair to the side

I’m speechless for a moment, my eyes raking over the lace and the exposed skin. The way the lace hugs her hips and how the green makes her hair stand out makes my head spin. “I think I like this set better than the red one. Damn Wands, you are…absolutely gorgeous.” I waltz up to her, reaching out to run my fingers through her hair. She gazes up at me, green eyes dilated with arousal as she bites her lip.

“So detka, are you gonna indulge in your surprise?”

[human-monokuma]

"Nah. I don't trust your creator all that much, so I don't feel comfortable living under his roof. Plus, does anyone outside of us and the people in the know really knows what happened? All the people on Earth knows it that I murdered Makoto Naegi, slaughter future foundation, destroyed Hope's Peak, a massive demon tree grew out of the ground, and then it got destroyed. No one knows that I helped save the world and even if they were told, who would believe it? Who would care? My reputation is in a worse state than it's ever been because of everything and for the most part, I'm likely going to be targeted the most. If they learn that I'm alive, then they may come after the ones I care about to get to me. I've taken loads of risks, but I can't take this one. Not this time. I think things would be easier if the world just believed that I was dead and be allowed to move on from it. Don't think of this as me leaving your lives. Just think of this as e.....relocating. Yeah. Relocating."

*Achlys knocks on Husk's tent, trying to get his attention.*

"Hey. Husk, was it? I need you help with something. Something that's really important." @nastrond-and-valhalla

Husk looked to see Achlys. "Oh, hey Achlys. Sup? How can i help?"

[oimitocat]

IN YOUR OCEAN | OS

choi yeonjun x m!reader

friends with benefits + TOXIC relationships + cheating + emotional abuse + smut + angst + childhood friends + non-idol!au + crying

a/n; oo my heartu, lmk what y’all think ;)

maybe loving the way your gaze falls on his skin isn’t the right thing to do. maybe smiling when you comment on how pretty he looks as he lays beneath you shouldn’t make his heart skip a beat. maybe, just maybe, eating up your praises will give him a stomach.

normally it does, especially when he sees that you leave and go straight to that girl that stole you from him. he doesn’t want to think about it. maybe he eats up everything you give him, every single time, in hopes to forget the truth. to forget the reality.

“open better baby,” you says with a teasing smile as you pull him down by his hips.

he obeys because why wouldn’t he please the love of his life? he lets out a soft sigh as you push inside. he watches you tenderly as you caress the inside of his thighs, helping him ease on you again. it’s been a while since you’ve come to his room, to his home and payed him any mind.

he knew you were busy, with your new job and everything.

“ah-“ he shakes beneath you as you thrust into him, caged under your arms.

he throws his head back as your hips fall down to meet his. the friction his sensitive dick receives when grazing against the softness of your stomach makes him moan. you grin down at him as he comes undone, ignoring the light stings from his nails scratching your back.

“baby,” he moans, “y/n-“

“you close? already?” you tease, hoisting yourself with one arm, the other one coming between your bodies. your fingers glide across the underside of his hard-on. “i haven’t even touched you,” you tease as his eyes roll back.

“missed you,” he babbles as you keep ruining him.

“yeah?” you breathe out, leaning into his face.

he nods, “mmgh, so much.” his breath stutters and you feel his walls flutter around you, “missed you so much.”

you grunt softy, the feeling of him constricting around you every now and then causing an exhilarating feeling. you thrust faster, bracing yourself on the mattress sheets again. the bed creeks at every thrust and yeonjun whimpers as your brutal pace quickens. he looks so pretty as he receives everything you give him.

you nuzzle his neck with your nose before peppering kisses on his sweaty skin. you leave a hickey somewhere there before focusing on the buildup of your climax. his warmth hugs your dick just right and when he orgasms, you groan lovingly at how his walls flutter again.

“so good, baby,” you praise him as you release your load deep in his velvety walls.

he whines softly at the praise, trembling when your hand comes between you again to gently milk his soft dick.

“so pretty,” you say softly, smiling at him.

you’re not lying, yeonjun is beautiful. with his sweaty hair matted on his forehead, his plump lips glazed with saliva. the flush on his cheeks from exertion. his shy smile — you kiss him again, a slow and tender make-out session as you’re deep inside him still. he moans softly into the kiss, your hand caresses his side as you explore his mouth with tour tongue.

this is your routine.

coming to him to come undone amidst his sheets. you smile as he slips on his fresh clothes- you come undone with him wherever inside his home. he let’s you. in his bathtub, in his living room, in his kitchen. wherever you look, chances are high you’ve fucked him there before.

he dries his hair, both of you walk into the kitchen after a shower. there’s a serenity that envelops both of you as night falls outside. you receive the delivery from a restaurant you had ordered from shortly before you and yeonjun showered.

he sets up the table, you kiss his cheek as you take your seat. it’s peaceful. something you had missed.

before becoming what you two are now — friends with benefits — he is your longest friend. childhood friend even, you know him better than anyone and anything. he’s a popular guy, well known wherever he goes. yeonjun is a dance instructor, also a part-time model. he’s more busy than you are.

still, the reason you haven’t came by for a while isn’t because of his busy life.

“y/n…” he says carefully, “what’s the deal with that girl?”

“what girl,” you ask boredly as you eat your teriyaki.

he chews slowly, eyeing you tentatively. “you know who i’m talking about.” he wants to accuse you, but he really just wants to know what the deal is. “are you two going to-“

“why do you have to bring her up after what we did? seriously, are you trying to start a fight? i don’t see you for weeks and you have the audacity to tell me i’m causing you problems?”

he sits up straigher, eyes wide. “no-! i just- i-if you have someone else then i don’t want to be having sex with you-“

“so you’re saying we’re done? i post a girl once and you think i have something with her? since when have i given you a reason to believe i want someone else?”

yeonjun’s eyes tremble, why are the two of you arguing? this isn’t what he wanted. “i’m not saying that- we agreed that if- if someone shows up then we’ll stop.”

“okay and i’ll let you know if that time comes. heavy on the if,” you glare, “stop trying to get rid of me like you don’t know how much i like you.”

something boils in the pit of his stomach, “you tell me that but we’ve been going in circles for the last year! if you want her then-“

“yah,” you slam your hand down, making him tense up. you lean in and eye him down, silently liking how quiet he becomes, “let’s look at the truth of this, i see you more than her. you matter more than her. i’m here with you, why are you painting me like the worst person out there when i’m actually not?”

yeonjun swallows, something stirs in his stomach. he doesn’t look up at you, staring down at his bowl. “..it… doesn’t change the fact you see her regardless-“

“so if i were to have an actual interest on someone, you’d want me to block you out my life?” you scoff, resting back on your chair, “so what? you want me out of your life that bad you come up with-“

“no!” he looks at you, “i-i don’t but-“

“then end of discussion,” you say sternly.

he stares at your dark orbs, his chest empty. he feels like he was backed into a corner with nowhere to go and only allowed to accept what was given. like a kicked puppy that knows he was just kicked, just hurt, but doesn’t process it and keeps wagging it’s tail.

“yeonjun…”

he swallows, looking at you with uncertainty.

“you’re more important to me than anyone else. you know that, we’ve been together all our lives basically, has nothing proved my love for you?”

“i…” he fidgets, looking down at his fingers, “just don’t make me feel like i’m a toy….”

“i would never, you’re silly for thinking that, baby.”

your hand comes to cup the side of his face, he closes his eyes and nuzzles into it. maybe he is going about this all wrong. maybe he read too much into it? he knows there are plenty of fish in the ocean, but you caught him. there’s no way you’d throw him back in… right?

“can i kiss you, junnie?”

and he nods.

and he ends up back in bed with you.

you’ve fallen into the pattern of doing this— leaving him on delivered. it’s not like he answers you quick either, then again you only text him back when he’s at work. meaning he’ll obviously answer late and by then you already know he believes you’re not free anymore. it’s mean.

it’s toxic.

at least he’s mature about it. somewhat.

you don’t post the girl, who’s actually you’re partner. if you do, you make sure you blocked yeonjun and any mutual friends. you never truly wanted to get in a relationship with her, it kind of just happened. you were hooking up with her and one day you decided to ask in hopes she’d turn you down and you could finally cut her off. after all, you were only seeking her out for sex.

in the end, she accepted.

and now you’re stuck with an annoying woman that won’t stop demanding your attention and love. somehow, you don’t mind. she’s not exactly someone you want to marry one day.

yet, you can’t find it in you to break up with her or leave yeonjun. definitely not the latter, why would you leave yeonjun? he’s everything to you.

so… why can’t you show it?

“flowers?” he asks when you appear at his door after four days of ignoring him.

“not as pretty as you,” you tease, stealing a kiss from him.

he smiles. it’s strange though, something you can’t point out.

“not as pretty as lina,” he says, smile gone.

his hands clutch the flowers. you groan.

“seriously? you’re still on about that?”

he looks disappointed, you hate it. “she has a highlight of you-“

“we’re close, that’s all. don’t you have one of me too? you and i aren’t dating.”

it stings. yeonjun looks hurt. you feel hurt. you sure have the audacity to.

“junnie stop worrying about stuff that has nothing to do with you and me-“

he steps aside when you try to lean in for a kiss. “and what are you and me?” he says, “you ignore me then you come and only seek me out for sex-“

“hey,” you huff, “that is not the only reason. i care about you, clearly you don’t care about me. all you do is jump to conclusions instead of trying to figure out the truth.”

yeonjun falters, “i… y/n… i just…” he looks away when tears fill his eyes, “i don’t want to be just… just this.”

“and you won’t baby,” you lie easily, pulling him by the waist to guide him. “can’t you believe me?”

his facial expression says enough. you kiss him, he’s tense. yet, you embrace him softly and whisper sweet nothings into his skin…. into his soul.

“y/n…” he breathes out as you kiss down his neck.

his shirt is off, so is yours. his pants are somewhere across the floor, so are yours. you caress the inside of his thigh.

you dedicate yourself to pleasing yeonjun and opening him up until the other begs you to stop and give him more. amused, you observe yeonjun’s pretty hole, loving how he gradually sucks your dick. you always analyze his expressions, ensuring that he doesn't feel pain or that it is an uncomfortable experience for him.

once completely inside him, you begin to shower kisses all over his face, whispering words of love. after soft affirmation you begin to move inside him, soon directing your thrusts to that spot that makes yeonjun roll his eyes from pleasure.

"faster, harder. give me more, please."

his pretty sounds always make you lose your mind and adopt an even faster and harder pace, fucking him mercilessly. you liter his skin with hickeys and bites. your fingers play with his nipples and he trembles ferociously below you as you do as you please. his thighs tremble every time he orgasms and he shakes his head when you don’t stop your pace.

“y/n-!” he squeaks as you grip his hips and pound into him. his back arched and he thrashes below you from overstimulation.

“you can handle it baby,” you lick your teeth with a smile, “you’ll always handle me, right?”

“a-always- ngh-“ he shudders.

“nothing will change us baby,” you whisper as you spill inside him from the stimulation of his walls fluttering around you from his second orgasm. “if this isn’t enough for you to believe me, i don’t know what.”

“promise?” yeonjun asks with a pant.

“promise,” you kiss his lips, “at the end of the day i always come to you. only you.”

yeonjun stares at you past half-lidded eyes. his heart believes you. he closes his eyes as you pull out. he doesn’t feel empty, you easily manage to make him feel full. he eats up your promises again. but…

at the end of the day….

yeonjun stares at the picture of you and lina. the way her slender fingers cup your face as she kisses you. the way a promise ring sits beautifully on her ring finger.

he turns his phone off and chokes on a sob.

he’ll only be wanted by you. never loved.

[38sr]

I know this is gonna be a strange one, but I do have an industry question;

I've been looking for a job for the last 4 years post-grad, I've tried every bit of advice I've gotten over my 6 years in school and 4 years out. Is it too late for me?? Or more so what advice would you have at this point?? I'm starting to feel really negatively about this venture, and getting a day job has been just as difficult;;

Hello Sky! Hope it's okay to call you that. Ah post-grad job hunting.....I don't miss that period of my life at all. Before I begin, just want to preface that what I say going forward is strictly from my perspective/experience. I am not the absolute of the animation industry so if what I say doesn't align with you, you do not have to follow it haha. Alright, advice for post grad job hunting.... Well, I think I want to start off giving a bit of context for the animation landscape these past 4 years that has been rough for everyone (trust me it'll come back around to your question): 1.) COVID Pandemic

This one might be a confusing for some people because when COVID hit in 2020, the only facet of entertainment that was able to keep going was animation. If you remember, during this time streaming numbers went up because people were stuck at home, every studio was launching their own streaming platform (HBO Max, Disney+, Peacock, etc.) and celebrities were given animated shows because live-action had stopped dead in its tracks. This period allowed artists outside of California state to get hired because what's the point of capping the talent to the local area when we're already working remotely? In short, it was a boom. But an exponential boom rather than a gradual boom. You never wanna grow too fast because you'll crash out quicker (and harder) which leads us to our second factor.... 2.) Netflix's first ever round of layoffs in summer 2022, streaming actually isn't profitable?????

In short, this year is when Netflix's growth finally stopped and was the beginning of The Great Animation Contraction. Other studios who were looking to Netflix as a the new model of distributing/creating entertainment had realized Netflix wasn't invincible. As well as their business model. So naturally, they got scared and and take action (aka layoffs). I was affected by these layoffs while working at Marvel Studios and many artists got laid off at studios to save face from the mistake that was streaming (though at this point studios were still double downing on it). Also, around this time live-action was slowly restarting thanks to vaccines and social distancing protocols. So those celebrity studded animated productions dwindled down (and also they caused so much havoc for us animation workers because most of those celebrities had no animation production experience). Which now leads us to...

3.) Mergers everywhere! Yeah, uh, mergers fucking suck. People kept losing their jobs because companies kept absorbing into each other and multiplying their debts to ungodly dollars amounts! Apparently no one took a math class and understood if you multiply any number by zero you will always get a zero. These merger also caused more shows to get shelved and canned, making the job market even slimmer. And by then we get to 2023 and the....

4.) WGA, SAG and TAG Contract Negotiations By now, studios have realized that streaming is losing them money because it costs a butt load of money to not only create a streaming site, but also maintain it, update it, create new media for it, acquire established franchises for it, and maintain the current library. Streaming shows aren't being advertised like they used to on cable so shows don't last beyond one or two seasons. Worker contracts are becoming shorter and shorter (I had a co-worker who had a 3 month contract! Isn't that insane?). And what happens in the midst of this streaming meltdown?

WGA, SAG and TAG are gearing up for their contract negotiations. And as we know SAG (actors) and WGA (writers) did strike which good for them! But now there are no live-action jobs and once again, animation (TAG) is the only one running because our negotiations don't officially start until 2024. At this point, so many animated productions have been cancelled left and right for the sake of "saving money and cutting costs". And the effects were very much being felt in the animation work force. Some animation workers were starting to leave the state of California to more affordable cities, some getting day jobs as baristas, hell some leaving the industry all together. It didn't help that studios were kind of withholding production greenlights 'cause 1) they're greedy corporations 2) these strikes were putting pressure on them. And when we did enter 2024 for our contract negotiations, that contraction was at the tightest. The job market for animation had become so bone dry that you have director-level talent taking entry level jobs to stay afloat. But because of that new, emerging artists are blocked out from breaking in. Anytime a job listing would go up people would go in a frenzy and try every thing they could to get the job. That's how little shows were in production this year specifically. Of course, by now it is public that TAG has ratified the contract (meaning we will not strike). But up until then, studios were quite literally waiting with baited breath for the duration of negotiations. A ton of stuff was in development but nothing was getting a greenlight in fear of a strike. So many animation workers at this point have been laid off for at least 2 years, got priced out of LA county, or got so burned by the industry that they left for a more sustainable paycheck. At this point of the post you're probably thinking, "Why is she talking about all of this and not answering my question?"

And the reason for that is because I what to highlight you didn't miss your chance. You unfortunately graduated at a time where the circumstances were not good for breaking in for the past 4 years.

I'm not saying this to deter you from animation either. I just want to be transparent and honest about the current state of animation because it really has been bleak for the past 4 years. So it's not your fault but rather the industry was just in a seriously bad drought. Both emerging and veteran artists have been struggling to find work and when they do it didn't even last for 6 months. Hopefully, with the renewed contract studios will start greenlighting productions again so everyone isn't fighting for one job opening. But I can't tell 'cause I am not Raven Baxter haha. But what advice can I give during this tough time? Start developing your own projects. Things may be pretty dry right now but now is the time when you can create and develop your own original stuff that can be used in your portfolio. Short or long form, showing progress videos, just create. Because once you start working it's gonna be hard to find that personal project time (trust me I'm going through that right now haha). Also, you'd be surprised how just doing your own thing can garner the attention of someone who does have the power to hire you. How do you think I got to work on the shows I have in the animation industry? Almost all of my jobs happened because I was just creating my own thing and it just happened to match the sensibilities of a show produced by a Hollywood studio. And if I had any additional advice... it would probably be don't think that Hollywood is the only way you can tell your stories.

This one is more of....a recent revelation I've had after going through a pretty bad work experience but Hollywood isn't the only way you can be a storyteller. Whether it's comics, games, streaming, animation, or film....the Hollywood system isn't the end all be all. And by Hollywood system I'm referring to breaking into a big studio like Disney, Nick or something and trying to get your own movie/tv show to win an award or something. That system often works for a certain group of people and fails other groups. That's why I say develop and create your own thing because you might find something that fits your creative voice more than Disney or any other Hollywood studio. Maybe that's inconsiderate of me to say as someone who's been incredibly lucky to work in the animation industry for almost 8 years now....but I still wanna be honest that there are other avenues that isn't the Hollywood way. All in all, please don't give up or beat yourself up. The current state of animation within America was out your control and resulted in many artists struggling to find a job. You aren't too late. In fact, I would say now is your time to do your thing in preparation for when that hiring boom comes again (or you can just take another route to tell your stories). I hope that answered your question!

[clairedaring]

May I ask where you watch Great Men Academy?

Hi nonnie \(￣︶￣*\))

I am soooo glad you asked because I'm always happy to share resources for people to discover this little gem of a series that is Great Men Academy. I recently uploaded all 8 eps here for streaming ease (the clip might take like a minute or so to load, give it a bit time. it works like a charm). It's the Netflix rips so there's built in english subtitles available.

GMA is like a semi-lost media for me. It was originally distributed in Thailand through LineTV as an original of the platform, then when LineTV shut down, all of LineTV originals were removed with only some being sold to Netflix for a certain amount of time (like I Told Sunset About You, I Promised You The Moon...) so Great Men Academy actually used to be available on Netflix worldwide for a while...

Currenly it's not available officially and legally for anyone outside of Thailand (┬┬﹏┬┬). You can watch the episodes in 4 parts for free on Line news site but only in Thailand without subtitles.

I'm totally getting off track but I hope you enjoy watching this series nonnie. It's like an all-time fave Thai series of mine, not particularly beause of plot nor acting but just purely for color palette and cinematography of this series (I'm the biggest sucker for colorful bokehs and pastel yet vibrant color graded series).

[tomtenadia]

Of Ice, sneezes and libraries....

Happy Yulemas @goddess-aelin. It took me a while to find an idea for your present and then yesterday it it. I hope it's any good. I just wanted to write a bucket load of fluff and put some babies in it because I love Rowaelin as parents. At the end I play with the carranam blond because I love the idea but in the books is not as used so it appears to create some more magic.

Wishing you happy holidays and I really hope you will love this ❤️

King consort Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, an immortal warrior who had faced armies, battled countless foes, conquered lands, deposed despots, was exhausted. 

With a deep sigh he let his heavy body collapse on the comfy chair in the library he had built for his wife, in the castle.

His wife, Aelin Whitethorn Galathynius, Heir of fire and a long string of other titles he would playfully call her during adult times. Aelin the love of his life. The woman with whom he had walked out of the abysm he had created for himself.

Lazily his head moved, taking in the vast quantity of books she had collected in the ten years they had been mated. Ten years in which both had worked hard at rebuilding Terrasen after the war. Aelin, while building alliances with foreign lands and him out, on the ground helping their citizens rebuilding what had been destroyed. He was not a man for political intrigue and courtly nonsense. He needed to use his hands. Be active, do something that involved physical labour.

On that day he had finished training some of the new recruits and now he just needed a bit of peace until his wife was free again from the meeting with an ambassador for a faraway land. He was impressed by how she had stepped up to the task of being Queen. With time the council had fully accepted her and slowly, Terrasen had started healing.

He was about to doze off when his keen fae ears picked up a noise a few doors down and with the speed of an immortal he rushed to the room.

Once inside, he started breathing again when he noticed that everything was okay, then his gaze shifted to a specific point where the crib was. There he found a set of eyes as green as his staring back at him.

His smile widened at the sight. Their daughter Aisling was standing up and calling him.

Aisling was born a year before and was his carbon copy, something that Aelin loved to complain about. “You carry them for nine months and they they look like the father.”

It had taken Aelin a while to get pregnant but the moment he felt the spark of life in his wife, he had fallen to his knees and cried while holding her. He was going to be a father. 

“What is it my love?” With long strides he covered the distance quickly and a moment later his daughter was in his arms with her head tucked in his neck. “Did you had a bad dream?”

She sniffled louder and he realised that there was something wrong with her “Are you sick?”

Not a second later a sneeze left her and the room around them plunged into winter.

He looked around with interest “Do you have ice magic like your dad?” A deep grin broke on his face “oh you and I are going to have so much fun with mum.”

Aisling moaned and he woke from his revelry. When she sneezed a couple of more times and the room turned in an icy box he realised something was wrong. He grabbed a warmer cloak and wrapped his daughter in it “let’s go and see the healer before you freeze the entire castle.”

With Aisling tightly in his arms he rushed out of the room and sped up to the wing where the healer resided. Along the way Aisling sneezed a few more times causing patches of ice to decorate the walls. He made a mental note to go back and fix it, but first he needed to look after his daughter.

With his huge form he stormed in the infirmary and demanded to see the healer.

“Your majesty, is everything all right?”

“Aisling is sick she is sneezing and creating ice and she is warm at the same time.”

The healer motioned for Rowan to place his daughter on the bed and Rowan obeyed but hovered close by like the protective buzzard his wife liked to call him.

The healer made his daughter laugh and a few icicles sprouted from the ceiling.

“Curious,” added the man “usually fae kids start to show sign of magic around five but I am not surprised that the daughter of two powerful fae is showing signs this early.”

“Will she have ice magic?”

“It will not settle for a while longer but it looks like for now that’s where she is going. Your majesties will have to start magic training for the princess quite soon.”

Rowan nodded in silence “is she okay?”

“Yes, it’s just common flu.” The man gave the king a bottle with a blue liquid “this should help her. She needs rest, perhaps some milk with honey at night before bed and she will be fine in no time.”

Aisling kept giggling and Rowan picked her up “let’s go back to your room and see if the magic ice is gone.”

While they walked Aisling kept babbling and he loved the sound. Sometimes she used real words that she was picking up from them but others it was total gibberish and he was there for it. He loved to imagine that she was telling him stories of crazy adventures in faraway lands.

After Aelin, Aisling was the second love of his life. Nothing matter when it came to her. Not even the long sleepless nights when he looked after her to allow Aelin some rest. Aisling had been the most perfect of gifts.

“Dada!” Another sneeze and another patch of ice appeared on the tapestry.” Rowan laughed “let’s go and get you your medicine”

“Ice!” She pointed out with het chubby finger

“Yes my love, you have ice magic like dada and I am so proud.” he slapped a loud kiss on her cheek and the girl snuggled close to him.

Ten minutes later they were back in the room, Aisling in bed with no intention of sleeping. A bad bout of sneezing had plunged the room into the ice age. Aisling was now crying and fussing and Rowan had ran out of ideas until he decided to use his favourite trick. In a pop of light he transformed in his hawk form and flew inside the crib and Aisling stopped crying. She studied his form and then patted him babbling happily “biddie!”

He was enjoying his daughter patting his wings that he did not notice his wife stepping into the room.

“Now buzzard, do you miss me so much that you have to turn into a bird to have your daughter cuddle you and stroke your ego?”

Bird Rowan let out a shriek and with his head he nuzzled his daughter’s hand and Aisling hugged him tight “Dada biddie!”

“Come on old man,” Aelin extended her arm and Rowan flew on it. He stared at her with his head slightly tilted in a silent conversation between the two.

Then a pop of light and he was back in fae form at her side.

“Hi wife,” he kissed her, while pulling her to him with a hand landing on her still flat belly “How are you both?”

“Fine, but why is the nursery covered in ice?”

Rowan turned and his head tilted to point at their daughter. 

“Was it her?”

“She has a cold and when she sneezes well…” his arms pointed out at the result.

Aelin squealed and grabbed Aisling in her arms “of course, not only you look like your dad, now you have his magic too? You ungrateful little thing.” A loud kiss on the girl’s cheek “This one better be like me and have fire,” she joked while caressing her belly.

“Mama ‘ove you.” Aisling wrapped her tiny arms around Aelin’s neck.

“I love you too, my baby.”

Once their daughter was in bed, Rowan accompanied his wife in the library. He let her take the big comfy chair while he sat at her feet with his head leaning against her belly, while Aelin scratched his silver hair “what’s wrong with Aisling?”

“The healer says it’s just a cold. He gave her a tonic that will make her feel better, but for a few days we might want to make sure the castle is extra warm,” he looked up “good thing we have a fire fae…”

Aelin smirked “try not to get too close to my flames if you don’t want to sizzle those pretty feather of yours, buzzard.”

Rowan in response kissed her belly “I love your fire, you know that.”

Aelin leaned forward and kissed his head “you were never afraid.”

His piercing gaze met hers “how can I, Fireheart?” A kiss on her hand “you are my equal, my heart, my everything, your fire completes me. My carranam.”

Aelin smiled and slid down, sitting near her husband “what else, my king?” Her tone suddenly changing. Rowan pulled his wife to him and kissed her deeply “maybe we should tell your citizens how naughty you like to be, my Queen.”

Aelin pushed her husband flat on the carpet and straddled him “oh old man, I’ll show you naughty.” Their hands joined together and sparks flew and magic engulfed them. The power of the carranam bond coming alive around them.

“I am yours.” An ancient promise whispered against her lips.

Later that evening they went back to check on their daughter and found the nursery completely covered in ice. In panic, they both ran to the crib and found Aisling deeply asleep under the thick blanket with her arms around the soft toy uncle Aedion had gifted her.

“She is fine.”

Rowan kissed his wife’s head with tenderness while Aelin with her magic dispelled the ice.

“Come on Fireheart, it’s late. Let’s go to bed.”

Aelin threw him a wanton gaze and Rowan lifted her in his arms and carried her to their room  “I’ll show you who is the old man.”

And as they joined in the flesh and soul once again the carranam power spread through the castle and farther out and the first snow of the season fell on the Staghorn mountains. 

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[gyumibear]

❅ Underneath The Tree ❅

pairing — boyfriend! choi soobin x gender neutral! reader  

genre — fluff, est. rel, idol au, christmas  warnings — none! wc —1.04k

💬 — i miss soobin and i wish he was there to celebrate with the rest of the guys, but i hope he's also doing well... anyways! merry christmas everyone! divider creds: @/strangergraphics

Christmas morning, approximately 7:23. You sat at your dining room table, nursing a lukewarm mug of hot cocoa. Your unfocused eyes gazed in the direction of your Christmas tree, colorful and beautifully decorated... Missing presents underneath, but still beautiful nonetheless. Your facial expression was one of contention, but... You didn't feel content. Something was missing, no... Someone was missing.

You knew that your boyfriend was busy, his career never made it easy for the two of you to see each other as often as when you'd first started dating but you're fine with that—well, you were. When it got to the point that your beloved was barely home for the holidays, you'd stopped being as fine with it. You supported Soobin's dreams, always had and always will, but! Sometimes, it just... made you sad.

He'd said he'd be able to make it this time, you thought wistfully, recalling the messages he'd sent you just a few days prior. He'd also sent a picture of him smiling, his dimple full on display, making your expression soften as soon as your phone had loaded it. But he hadn't even told you when his plane touched down. If, it touched down. No, Y/N, don't think like that... He'll be home, sooner or later.

God, you prayed it was sooner. You didn't even have plans for the day, clearing your schedule to be ready to spend as much time with your boyfriend. Maybe go ice skating? Cuddle in front of the fireplace? Stare into his eyes dreamily as he sang to you, arms wrapped around your torso as he did. You could only hope. If he was up to it, maybe he'd visit with your family or you'd visit with his, whatever the plan was, you'd just be happy to spend Christmas with him.

Your phone suddenly chimed, alerting you to place down your mug and pick your phone up. A notification from TikTok, showing you that a friend of yours had tagged you in something. Got my hopes up, you sighed, placing the phone back down. You were almost starting to feel bad for yourself, wondering what type of person would sit in one place for nearly an hour yearning for their partner when you got another notification. This time, it was a text!

soobin: knock knock! :) soobin: it's cold out here, let me in?

With that, you raced to the door, making quick work of the lock. When the door finally opened, you were greeted with the captivating appearance of your Soobin, clad in a black puffy coat, with an adorable flushed nose and cheeks to match. Your mouth had barely opened before you felt his larger frame wrap around yours, the cold biting, but tolerable because it was his cold.

"Hi..." He breathed out, squeezing you lovingly, "I missed you so much."

"I missed you more." You grinned into his touch, "Come inside, it's chilly."

You backed up, allowing Soobin to make his way inside, shrugging off his coat as he did. When he was fully inside, he shut the door behind him, a familiarity to his movements. You weren't particularly sensitive, but just seeing him was making your nose burn as if you were going to start crying any second. Hold it together.

"I'm sorry for not calling when I touched down, my phone died. "

"It's okay, I'm just glad you're here now. Where's your luggage?"

"I already took them to my house, I didn't want to have to make you help."

"It wouldn't have been a bother, baby."

"I know... But today's about the holiday spirit— not my luggage."

Soobin walked deeper into your home, eyes focused on the Christmas tree. He'd picked his one out over Facetime, saying that something about it reminded him of you. You didn't know what he meant, but because he was cute and you loved him, you made sure that was the one you lugged home.

"Where are all the presents?" He asked, jokingly whining. "What type of Christmas is one without presents?"

"Well baby, I told Santa that all I wanted this year was to see you underneath the tree." You joked back, sliding back into his embrace, his arms locking around your waist as they had a million times before. "Guess ol' Saint Nick really came through for me."

"Makes sense you'd be on the nice list," Soobin gave your head a small peck, "I mean, you are dating me after all... The nicest of them all."

"Oh brother, this guy stinks!" You rolled your eyes, leaning deeper into his embrace. "God, I missed you."

"Missed you more."

Soobin led you over to your couch, settling the both of you down in front of the illuminated tree, the light reflecting in his gorgeous brown eyes. I have to be the luckiest person on the planet. You smiled to yourself, Soobin watching with an equally blissful smile. He gently intertwined your fingers with his, giving your hand a squeeze.

"What're you smiling about?" Soobin cocked his head to the side.

"You, believe it or not."

"Oh, I believe it," He chuckled, squeezing your hand again. "I don't blame you."

"You're so cocky today!" You squeezed his hand this time, "You've been hanging out with the members too much. They're influencing you."

"More like I'm influencing them. I'm a cool guy, you know?"

"Yes, Soobin, the coolest." He rolled his eyes at your playful sarcasm. "How could I have ever gotten so lucky with you?"

"TikTok manifestation videos?"

"I am not one of those MOAs." Your head tilted back as you laughed, "Those things do not work either way."

"You'd be the expert." He shrugged, "Either way, I'm glad I get to spend today with you."

Soobin released your hand, quickly maneuvering both of your bodies to end up in a cuddling position. With your body pressed against his, you finally felt content. This Christmas becoming what you'd wanted it to be all along. Hearing the slow, intentional heartbeat of the man you held dear to your heart, watching the twinkling luminescence of the Christmas tree; just the two of you, being together.

This was what Christmas was all about, you knew that for sure now.

"Merry Christmas, Soobin."

"Merry Christmas, Y/N."

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[rei-ismyname]

The deification of Jean Grey

When a 16 year old Jean Grey was bought to the present by Hank McIrresponsible, she was immediately confronted with the post-death canonisation the X-Men greater social circle had saddled her with. Big feelings and bigger expectations.

The worst of it was from people who'd never even met her, but those closest to her was no less fraught. Adult Scott was certainly affected by her presence, but he behaved the most normal about it (cough, Logan.)

This is a really cute conversation, clearly something Jean needs. Not sure I agree that Jean never had a chance. She made her choices as a hero but there's plenty that *could* have gone differently. Besides, she's already come back to life at least once and travelled through time a bunch. You can't keep Jean Grey down for long. I'd expect Scott to say something like that, though he seems especially pensive at this point. I guess it's understandable, as time travel is a headfuck. It's cute that he's jealous of his younger self and that he admits it.

Scott's empathy for Hank here is really sweet, especially considering the lengths Hank went through to hurt him (intentionally or not.) The very presence of Jean should be reminding people of the culpability of a Phoenix host. Jean is safely dead and can be put on a pedestal, whereas Scott receives nothing but venom. I'm sure Chuck's death is a big factor, but the man tried very hard to die by Dark Phoenix Jean, too. It's easy to overlook the flaws of the dead, and in many ways Jean and Xavier both get canonised as mutant saints. Neither deserve it, for different reasons.

Oh boy, Jean's actions here are difficult to discuss appropriately. She's lonely and scared, she's just woken up from a nightmare, and the person she's closest to is there for her - all grown up. I doubt this is intended to be sexual, my read on it is Jean reaching for platonic intimacy. It's definitely rooted in the love Scott and Jean have for each other, something their awkward 16 year old selves haven't managed to navigate. 'The man I hoped you'd be' is loaded as hell, but it is very human. None of us have ever met our time-displaced selves or loves, and it's very understandable to view them as the same person, except not/better.

I'm not going to credit Scott for not learning into Jean's confusion and need for comfort (because it's just the right thing to do) but I do think he understands and he definitely handled it appropriately. Setting firm boundaries and pivoting the focus to the kind of support Jean needs is considerate and responsible.

Kitty's stance and pseudo-threat here is difficult to parse. She says he handled it well, luckily for him, implying that she was listening the whole time but was also wary of him not handling it well? It's hard to see this as anything other than Kitty thinking they might fuck. I'm not sure they do understand each other, because Kitty didn't listen to him, she just banned him from being in her room alone. Not an unreasonable policy to have, but it doesn't give Scott a lot of credit. As they both leave, Jean cries which seems like a failure of duty of care. Feels like there's more going on here. 'But if the genders were reversed' whataboutery is usually bad faith nonsense, but there is an actual example here. If Kitty heard young Bobby crying alone or screaming in the middle of the night I'm pretty sure she'd check in on him. That she's dated his adult counterpart changes nothing. Adult! Scott and Teen! Jean could communicate telepathically any time they wished, so idk. Maybe just the writers covering their bases and overcorrecting.

Then there's Emma and the Cuckoos. While Emma is the best person to train and teach Teen Jean, she does it in a very messed up way. Jean is so obviously right when she identifies that Emma has issues. I'm not fond of this plot point, or at least how it's written - the whole 'girls are bitchy and jealous' regressive idea put centre stage. This psychic duel fails the Bechdel Test and makes all the adults look super irresponsible for allowing it to happen.

Keep in mind Emma is bombarding a 16 year old with sexual images. Jean IS a saint for putting up with this shit and not melting her brain. Telepathy isn't real, but intrusive thoughts are - and I don't think it's a stretch to say targeted sexualised intrusive thoughts is deliberately traumatizing a teenager. I definitely think this could have been written better. Emma having unresolved Jean Grey issues is to be expected, but dealing with it like this and everyone being okay with it is difficult to believe.

Then again, it seems nobody is immune to the deification of Jean Grey, not even the writers. They all know her as the most powerful telepath so obviously teenage Jean can deal with whatever you throw at her. Kitty and Scott should know better, and Emma has plenty of other ways to train Jean. Yes, she's the great Jean Grey, but she's also a 16 year old who's not coping all that well. I'm glad that Teen Jean and Emma became friends not long after this, but it says a lot that the dude writing it couldn't figure out a way to explain it on the page. There was an opportunity here to show women building a friendship off their commonalities, but instead it's something Jean has to overcome with psychic power not emotional strength - and the adults looking after her don't look very responsible.

[moononmyfloor]

Riverside Code at Qingming Festival (清明上河图密码) : Nightlife at Bianjing City

Fireworks

Firework-driven Puppetry

Once thought to be a lost art and rediscovered in the 1990s, this is a special form of puppetry that has a 13-15 meters tall bamboo "tree" with tiers to which wheels of gunpowder and puppets are attached, so when the fuse is lit, the puppets start moving around along with the spiralling fireworks.

Molten Iron Flowers

Originating in the Northern Song Dynasty, Henan province, datiehua the craft of striking liquid iron with sticks to create showers of sparks.

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Peddlers

The character design was designed based on "Picture of a Peddler" by Li Song, a painter from the Song Dynasty.

This is a round fan painting on silk with light ink and color, now in the collection of the Palace Museum in Beijing. The whole picture depicts an old peddler carrying a load of goods on his shoulders approaching the village, with many women and children competing to by the goods.. Depicting the life of the working people as an aesthetic object is a common practice in ancient Chinese art.

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Roadside Stalls and Lanterns

Small taverns that have official alcohol selling license and retail to diners and wholesale to major restaurants or simply earn money as foot shops.

Rolling lantern dance

Folk dance that originated from Zhejiang Province, it has been passed down from generation to generation and is a competitive dance performed every year.

Flying Star Lantern

Due to its elaborate design, it's used especially in the palace banquets and temple fairs during the Lantern Festival.

Horse Riding Street Lanterns

Social public welfare lighting kicked off the most in Song dynasty. There were street lights installed by temple gates, by bridges and by waterbodies.

Seven-Star Lotus Lantern

Used by nobility, representing hopes for longevity.

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Gōulán wǎ shě - Fixed Entertainment Venues

Equivalent to modern day amusement parks, there were many of these situated at the corners of Song Dynasty capitals, open all around the year and especially bustling with people during the holidays. These places had all sorts of entertainment in one place, and the show featured some as below:

Skeleton Fantasy Show

A nursing mother sitting next to a skeleton puppeteer with a skeleton puppet, again based on a famous painting by Li Song, it's been lost to time what exactly does this macabre but wholesome picture depicts, the drama interprets it as some kind of Song Dynasty folktale stage performance.

Quack Eyedrop Seller

In the Northern Song Dynasty, goods were prosperous and there were many profiteers, which lead to street-skits being made to parody/mock the rampant fake merchants and warn the people of counterfeit goods. These skits were very popular and became the subject of paintings. There are two paintings by unnamed Song Dynasty artists in Beijing Palace Museum, showcasing a skit about a quack eyedrop seller. The guy wearing red is the "doctor", with numerous little bottles with eyes painted on them.

Women's Wrestling

OK now this is the COOLEST discovery in this entire post, and one thing that the show failed to properly represent, for reasons you'll understand in a second. Did you know that in Song dynasty women were allowed to do sumo half naked in public??? Because the shirtlessness and skin-to-skin contact is an important feature in sumo, it's said that the emperor allowed women to do the same and that he himself enjoyed women's sumo performances too! And in the Royal Palace, even concubines particioated in sumo competitions with each other! And obviously in modern day women are back to covering up which is such a shame. The dramas only shows two little girls wrestling and they are all covered up too which is understandable, I'm thankful that they included this feature so I could at least look it up and find all this delightful information.

Chinese Circus

Aerial acrobatics at the Entrance, Using feet to manipulate objects, Stilt-Walking

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[In stilt performances, Usually there are two forms: "Wen Xiao" and "Wu Xiao". Wu Xiao emphasizes tricks, Wen Xiao focuses on theatrics and making jokes]

Puyang Daxian "Shirtless" Opera, Mulian "Ghost" Opera

Shadow Puppetry, Bloody Shehuo

[Bloody Shehuo is the most gruesome among Shehuo performances, which are supposed to represent punishing evil and bringing good fortune to the new year.]

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[greenplumbboblover]

Merry Christmas everyone!

I just wanted to check in with others in regards to LISISV and why it's been taking so long to get updates out.

While life of course has it's reasons, it's also partially because there are bits and pieces of the story I'd love to have written out better. Where the characters' intentions and morality (or reasons even!) are explained a bit better. Like, with morgana.

I've tried in this chapter, to rewrite a lot o the dialogue, to get the characters really explain their thoughts and feelings. So if it feels too loaded with that.. I couldn't quite find the perfect balance in it.

Especially since Chapter 10 is the end of this "era" (well story-era) before we jump 5 years ahead. So I feel with that in mind, I should've planned it better. Like, I did Leighton and Morgana's relationship a bit dirty too, by it being so short, rather than getting a really nice connection with the couple together.

Either way, I hope to clean up my writing messes up in the coming chapters. :p But I also understand if it feels so incoherent and characters being so impulsive, that it's no longer really your cup of tea.

[koalapastries-writes]

Hello vinnie, I have had twi full days of Christmas celebrations and some how I though of this idea how do we think if Kimi A and reader went to launch their relationship and reader suggested a soft launch and Kimi didn't understand and posted a full face pick? (Idk if that makes sense) but maybe he thinks reader would react badly and he's just over apologising and reader has to comfort him.

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hi cookie! hope you had a very good time celebrating and you’re remembering to drink loads of water (and wear sunscreen if you’re going outside. don’t want a sunburn for christmas)

you ask kimi about soft launching because (with the amount of time he spends both online + with ollie) you assume he’ll know what you mean

he doesn’t

you wake up one morning to see kimi’s posted a picture of the two of you—both your faces fully visible—on his instagram

you don’t really mind.

in fact, it’s kind of funny and really cute

but kimi gets so many comments about “hard launching” that he finally looks it up

and now he’s panicking because he has so not done what you talked about

he’s so worried you’ll be mad at him

like, almost crying, babbling apologies, sososo stressed

the best thing you can do is just kiss him

it’s not the right thing if he’s complaining or you’re arguing, but sometimes when he’s stress spiralling it just helps break him out of it

you assure kimi that you’re not mad and you still love him and you love that you’ll be able to kiss him whenever you go to his races now

it takes several rounds of “are you sure?” “yeah, baby, i’m sure, i promise” for him to believe you

and you’ll probably need to post a photo of the two of you as well just to prove you’re really not upset

you love him, he loves you, and you two will post so many cute couple-y photos that even other taken drivers are commenting about feeling single

ollie is your perpetual third-wheel

[funkygroovejam]

I re-blogged this because I uploaded the video elsewhere, along with the below description, which I figured somebody here might enjoy reading. Anywho, enjoy....

"I recorded this yesterday, not too long after working out, so my heart was still pumping hard and fast. I hope you, like me, enjoy the whoosh-whoosh sound of dopplers. I LOVE the sound of dopplers. I'd love to examine your heart with my doppler. I would very much enjoy sliding the probe all over your smooth, wet, glistening skin. We would have such a fun time listening to all the different whooshing sounds your little heart makes. Perhaps your heart would be pumping hard enough that we see the probe bouncing to every strong beat. I wonder how fast your heart will be pumping by the time the probe first graces your chest, and I wonder how many times we will hear your heart skip. After we have loads of fun with my doppler, and while your heart is pounding with utter excitement, you will say 'Oh my God I want to see my heart pumping RIGHT NOW!' at which time I will grab my ultrasound machine, turn it on, and then slowly move the probe to your chest. Your heart will beat faster and faster, and harder and harder, as you watch the probe draw nearer and nearer. Then, all of a sudden, the probe will contact your skin, and OH MY GOD, there it will be, right before your very eyes, that lovely little heart of yours, slamming away in your chest."

Merry Stethmas Eve. I almost did an echocardiogram (I'll just have to imagine the look of him pumping and squeezing), but I opted for my doppler. Tis been a while since I used my trusty doppler. Enjoy the strong whoosh-whooshing of my heart.