#it took forever to convert but worth it

[ducksdicksandditto]

Day 17 of October 2024 art prompt challenge: mask

[multiplicationdivision]

The Transmutation Crew

It wasn’t uncommon to see a construction crew that was entirely identical these days.

It wasn’t cloning, not exactly. With the advent that was transmutation technology, even duplication wasn’t out of the question, but these copied crews did not come from mitosis.

Transmutation was the simple conversion of one material to another. Using a small sample of rare material and converting cheap shit into it. Clay could become ultrahard steel, paint could become a thick gold coating. Construction sites were rife with the machines, letting off heavy bangs as entire freshly built structures were changed at the atomic level into sturdy workings of titanium and diamond.

Like anything on a construction site, there was an expected level of risk. One would fear the conversion of a man becoming hard rock, but this technology had laws. Like became like, inanimate struggled to be animate and vice versa. This risk was rather functionally pretty harmless.

Foreman Adams operates the transmutator, the closest position to the samples of once-rare resources stored at its core. Foreman Adams flips the switched to convert cheap plywood to mahogany, and his own signal echoes outwards as well.

3 men taking a break just a little too close look at their new shared faces, clade in the same belt tucked shirt and blue jeans that had been pristine a decade ago, but were now clung with dust. 2-year-old boots they could all remember shelling out a fair bit of money for, worth it for how well they’d held up.

These new memories always sat comfortably by the original mind. One of the men, Dustin, wouldn’t think twice about how one half of him had been so much shorter a second ago whilst the other felt that he’d functionally teleported away from the machine that his original self was still operating. Dustin would just down the rest of his water and stretch his new bulkier form, absent-mindedly wondering if Adams would let him come home with him that night. Spend a night with his foreman’s rocking husband, reenact countless memories of that man getting fucked by small armies of Adams.

These transformations were typically temporary. Selfhood was overpowering and most people’s identities would win out in the end, shoving off the new skin and memories after a night of rest. Possibly retaining a few errant qualities of the shift that fit well into the original self, acquiring a small amount of muscle or confidence for their trouble. That took practice though, so most of them expected the new kids to fall under the influence of one of their elders for a bit. Or for forever, either or.

A college drop-out they’d picked up a while back hadn’t been on the job for a day before one of their veterans, Roland, had unwillingly taken him under his wing. A single blast and that kid’s face had seemingly shifted permanently, all his shaggy hair shortening into a clean cut and scraggly beard rapidly becoming well-kept. They’d expected the new appearance to fade in a month, but it had been a few too many by this point and it was safe to assume the Rolands would remain a pair. Not that those two were complaining, all buddy buddy between themselves, the drop-out assuming Roland’s identity so much that none on the crew even got to learn his old name. Roland happy to share his house and cigarettes with a man who shared all of his tastes.

Some people were suited to their own self. Call it narcissistic, but each of them enjoyed their turn. It was why operator duty of the transmutator was always an alternating duty. Each of them enjoying a day to themselves, in a way. It was bonding, being this vulnerable. The whole crew having access to every single one of each other’s deep internal lives, understanding it as they did. Mateo’s love for partying, shared across each of the crew after work, picking up chicks and twinks as an identical legion. Archie’s drinking problems, leading his identically bodied friends to embrace the man’s passion for football, all of them shouting for the same team as they lay across each other on a too small couch in one of their living rooms. Lucas’s daredevil tendencies leading five or six of them with broken arms and ecstatic grins in the hospital, regretting nothing and daring to do more the next go around.

This job was one of absolute connection and it wasn’t for the faint of heart. Countless amounts of prospective workers turning away when their soul wasn’t willing to play with new faces, was too rigid to go with the flow. The ones that stayed embraced it, trading jabs and inside jokes as they got to know each other from the inside out. Jose’s body craved a good steak no matter the time. Dallas’s brain was somehow still closeted, despite having fucked countless genders in everyone of his buddies’ bodies. Archie would get amusingly embarrassed even when another one of himself joked about how much they masturbated, especially so when the definition of masturbation was quite stretched in their cases.

Tonight, the guys would likely all go home in Pedro’s truck. Each of them shrugging off the man’s high vis vest in a pile of replicated clothing by the door. Pairs of them fitting into a shower before relaxing outside with their small army of clones. Inevitably curling up with as many as could fit on the bed, enjoying the way their shared brains didn’t mind the overbearing closeness of so many bodies. The newest of their crew would spend too long in the bathroom, acquainting themselves with every curve of Pedro’s older body as the veterans fought over blankets as their favorite talk show murmured in front of them. They’d probably fuck a bit, then pass out. Wake up to some of them in their own bodies as the remaining clones made breakfast, acting as good hosts for their “guests”.

They was nothing closer than a construction crew these days. Nothing like transmutation to make you trust them like you trust yourself, literally placing your life in their hands.

It was the good life, and twenty of the same face could attest to that.

[exclawshou]

...Making sense of it all was like untangling a giant ball of yarn without scissors. As far as he could tell, the legalese inferred that there had never been any potential wrongdoings committed towards his person. No abuse. No coercion. No altercations. A dotted line beckoned for his signature on the final page. With a sweaty hand, he scribbled his name. No one here--his friends, his mentor, his leader--had ever held a gun to Teruki's head and asked him to do anything. Joining Claw had been his choice. The possibility that it could have been anything other than his free will had never even entered his head until now. And in the months to come, the thought would not let go...

Teruki's decision to join Claw wasn't initially a hard decision. It was more complicated. For the first time in his life, Teruki had friends, a mentor, and a new family who actually understood him. More than that, he was infatuated with the idea of becoming a stronger ESPer like he'd been promised. Being a part of a larger-than-life ideology made every single day worth living. He took the teachings imparted to heart, but being worthy of heaven wasn't so easy.

🔹️ Claw if it was a religious cult 🔹️

More context under the cut

In time, the organization crept into each and every aspect of Teruki's life. You couldn't miss lectures. You couldn't dress the way you wanted. You couldn't go anywhere without permission first.

Above all, you were to remain dedicated to a single man, and a single man alone could save you.

Of course, you didn't have to do any of the above. It was only highly encouraged to follow the expectations if the organization really meant that much to you. Not obeying would make The President very sad. And The President only wanted the best for you, after all...

To deny his leaders wishes was to deny himself.

----

Rebellion was brewing in Claw. Most members were ignorant to the politics happening in the upper echelon, or of Toichiro's loosening grip on the fringes of his massive organization. A contract to silence new converts had been devised up, though no such document would ever hold up in the court of law. It was this very contract that eventually led to Teruki's awakening. Coercion wasn't a word he would use to describe what had happened to him, at first... But eventually, he came to understand that he needed to leave. Somehow. Anyhow.

So, one evening in the middle of a winter storm on the outskirts of Seasoning City, Teruki Hanazawa found himself walking out of the local Claw headquarters without submitting his request for travel. He arrived home without a single personal belonging and took a long, hot shower before curling into bed.

Claw members wouldn't actually come after him, would they?

He'd been confident at first that he could simply leave and wash his hands of all the misdeeds he'd been witness to. Yet in the next few months of being free, in both nightmares and reality, they were there. Dark figures snatching at him with their eager claws, desperately trying to bring him back to The President...

Fighting back was the only thing left to do.

He became a ghost walking through life trapped in an incessant spiral of self-blame and rumination. Had it really been free will? Wasn't this all his fault, in the first place? Would he have to live in fear like this forever? Wouldn't it be easier to just...go back?

His parents couldn't know. He had no friends to talk to anymore. No mentor to guide him.

Without anyone left to confide in, paranoia and isolation swept through Teruki's life like a storm. The best he could do was get even stronger. Stronger than Claw. Stronger than The President. Stronger than anyone.

Hanazawa was smart, after all. He'd seen the entrails of their organization and lived to tell the tale. He'd fought off so many mindless followers and seen so much, that it had to all amount to something. It had to.

Eventually he came to believe that the meaning he had sought all along was closer than he'd realized; that maybe the meaning to life and its secrets were buried within himself, and himself alone.

[androgynealienfemme]

"I didn't always realize I was being tutored, but I was. Not only did my coworkers teach me their tricks of illusion; they also taught me about life as they knew it. My fellow artisans had been around the undignified block- and met themselves coming back again. They'd survived in this underworld that I now desperately needed to understand. At some point in their lives, my fellow artisans had also been innocents abroad, and now they shared their hard-learned lessons with me, the neophyte.

"Honey, there ain't no man worth losin' a friend over," Kara Montez would declare as she primped in her mirror.

"Take it while you can Miss Thing," Elton Paris would chime in from the dressing room next door. "You won't be young forever, Child."

"Every last one of 'em will get you in the end," Kara would giggle, adding more pink glitter to her blond wig.

I wasn't being converted to their lifestyle; I was being schooled in mine. Where I had resisted traditional male training, I was now an eager pupil.

Stormy Lee also shared insights from her world of the pre-op transsexual.

"Drag can be what you are, or it can be merely a means to an end, she'd say in private. "Sweetheart, just remember that nobody loves a fairy when she's forty. Most drag queens are faggots earnin' a living, but a few are real women in male bodies and sequin dresses. You've gotta decide which one you are."

In addition to opening my eyes to gender dysphoria, Stormy ran an ongoing critique of my performances. There were many times when I resented my friend. I idolized her, but I was often vexed by her tenacity. I was annoyed at having my performance pulled apart, analyzed, and redesigned.

Stormy was not only my mentor; she was, in the terminology of our subterranean world, a "married woman." A long-term relationship gave queens extra clout in drag circles, where a "real man" was a highly prized accessory. Stormy took very seriously the role-playing that was typical of gay and lesbian relationships prior to the 1980s. She knew no bounds where her man's creature comforts were concerned and played her subservient role to the queenly hilt. My own mother had not been as deferential. But Mozelle was a working, heterosexual woman with little time for measuring her femininity by male society's subjective scale. My mother wasn't a queen caught in the half-light of gay culture. As a "gay wife" Stormy cooked, cleaned, and waited on her husband, hand and hoof. She was the "femme" in a butch/femme relationship modeled on the heterosexual prototype of the time.

With hindsight I ask, "If that's what a wife is, who wouldn't want one?" in the late 1950s, my greatest fear was that I would never be considered "woman" enough to be a good wife. I had no concept that the terms feminine and independent could be synonymous. Like much of society, straight and gay, I thought a good woman must also be docile and long-suffering. The women I knew, genetic and generic, all agreed that the nurturing of love and romance was woman's most ennobling endeavor. I would believe that for many years to come."

“The Woman I Was Not Born To Be” by Aleshia Brevard (2001)

[icharchivist]

I still believe in Troue supremacy. I'm sure he's going to come back to us and either conquer Felix or convert him. He's our friend :<

MOOD. :(.

i just... really like Troue, he's very sweet, and what can i say i have a soft spot for kittycats who are trying to handle their amnesia and have anxiety over what they might discover about themselves. so i'm genuinely crushed his discovery was... this awful.

especially since, from the letter he left Kolulu, the Troue we've come to love and care about is still in there, feeling Felix's hold getting stronger in stronger.

It also makes me think that when Felix said things like "do you think /i/ want to fight with you" he probably still has lingering feelings from Troue's life and stuff.

Even if Troue only existed as Felix's amnesia's self, i'm just.... he deserves so much better than all of this :(

and since we didn't get to see how Felix took over as it was part of the twist, and all we have is the letter Troue wrote to Kolulu it's just... This absolute dread of knowing there's something inside of you, something you may not be in control of because you have amnesia and can't decipher if it's normal and comes as a price to remembering, or if it's something worth struggling against is just... :(

I was already invested in Troue just on the dilemma of the amnesia alone, but now i'm even more invested in him and i ache.

i've seen people start to like him now that he's Felix because he "went from boring to a deranged little dude" and >:(. I genuinely think Felix is a fun character and everything but :( Troue..........

Obviously we'll have more infos in the future but boy i hope we can get our boy's back. Whenever it's him making peace with Felix, them working out as alters perhaps, or just, indeed, that Felix is a corrupting force that can be removed, i just... hope we didn't lose our Troue forever.

I want my little friend back :(.

[1shot-wonder]

5 Times Colin Bridgerton Fell In Love and One Time He Did Something About it (Colin Bridgerton x Fem!OC

(GIF Credit to bridgertonland)

Okay, disclaimer: This is not an x reader. I’m sorry! I just really liked this 5 +1 idea but I couldn’t figure out how to make it work and I really really really just have baby boy on the brain. I will be adding the main three Bridgerton boys to the request list as well, but only for the show. Below the cut will be the summary and more info! Thank you so much for reading!

Masterlist

This fic takes place in the show timeline, not the books, since I am only two books in and also wanted to use the Marina plot. However this is an AU where Penelope is not in love with Colin. Takes place basically when S3 will be, during the marriage season following Kate and Anthony’s wedding.  This will actually be 14 parts. I cranked out a prologue and all six moments for Colin and intend to write the OC POV but it will take a while since I only got this out today bc it’s the holiday and therefore I did not have class.

Summary: After his heartbreak over Marina Thompson and a wonderful trip abroad, Colin Bridgerton is finally starting to get his feet back under him. And when a new lady debuts on the marriage market, he may be ready to give love another chance.

Warnings: One mention of parental death. Spoilers for Bridgerton on Netflix. But other than that, none. Fluffy fluff and just softness all around. I am a Benedict girly at heart (maybe. I say that, but I may be converted) but I do want to offer some love for this sweet boy.

Prologue:

Colin POV: Word Count 288

“Have you all heard the news?”

“Oh no.” Benedict groaned when Riley took his seat with the brothers at White’s. “I do not care about whatever gossip you have heard about the debutantes.”

“Not even that there is a new one?” Riley joked. “Present by one of your acquaintances from what I’ve heard. Sir Henry Granville and his wife’s new ward.” Benedict raised his eyebrow. 

“Alright. I’m listening.”

“Apparently her father was Sir Granville’s cousin, passed away last year. Bad heart.” Riley explained. “And her mother died of consumption when she was young. So they took her in. Her parents had been rearing her for the marriage mart. And now that the grieving period has ended…”

“The girl’s father passed away last year and now she’s being pushed into the marriage mart?” Benedict asked. ���That doesn’t sound like the Granville’s.”

“The girl has already pushed her debut back quite a bit. I believe she is twenty.” Riley waved their shock away. “She can’t wait forever.”

“Kate was twenty-two.” Benedict pointed out. 

“Do not patronize me, Bridgerton, I know your brother did not exactly propose.”

“Anthony loves Kate. As do we, so watch your tongue.” Colin snapped. 

“Alright. Alright. The point still stands that twenty is older than average for a debut. Just as twenty-nine is a tad old for a proposal.” Benedict rolled his eyes. That was a no. He was grateful to Granville, but he did not think he could be a member of his family and not let something slip. Colin was the one who actually mustered up a response. 

“Thank you for the information, Riley. If our mother ever runs out of gossip with which to entertain us, we will know just where to go.

Cassidy (OC) POV: Word Count 382

“So.” Lucy smiled at Cassidy as they settled into the parlor. “It is time to discuss your desires before we go to tonight’s ball.”

“What do you mean?”

“I must know what men to steer you towards and away from.” Lucy explained. “So, I suppose my first question is this- do you desire a love match, or would you be content with a marriage of convenience, of friendship.”

“I- I would like to marry for love. If I can.” She admitted. “But why does that matter?”

“There are men who have no interest in such a match, and therefore they are not worth our time. And, of course, some men who can not give you that.” Cassidy nodded in understanding. They had revealed the nature of their marriage to her, not wanting any secrets between them. She had offered more acceptance and grace than they had expected. She was a sweet girl. “So, what sort of man do you wish to marry?” Cassidy tilted her head in thought. 

“That’s a complicated question.”

“I suppose it is.” Lucy laughed. “Then what do you wish to avoid? What is an absolute requirement?”

“Well…he has to love music. Or at the very least like it.” Cassidy stated. “I’ve always imagined myself playing the piano for my husband on quiet nights.” Lucy smiled softly. “And I want him to enjoy being outside. And travel.” She sat up. “I must marry a man who enjoys travel and will take me with him.” Lucy laughed. 

“You seem to know what you want more than you thought.” She observed. “What about his humor?” She asked lightly. “Do you want him to be impertinent and joke like you? Or would you prefer a serious man to balance you out?” 

“Maybe not quite as impertinent.” Cassidy admitted. “But he must be willing to indulge me.” Lucy nodded sagely. 

“It is very important for a husband to indulge his wife.” She agreed. “How else would I have gotten you that beautiful gown for the night?” She giggled. “So. A traveler, who likes music, and nature. And who has a sense of humor that may occasionally offend some of the more stately members of the ‘ton.” Already, a list was forming in her mind. “I believe we can find a man like that.”

I will start posting Colin’s POV’s tomorrow!

[transgender-mothman]

So years ago, I used to work at michaels and they introduced this thing where we had to pay for our own uniform t-shirts. They were like 15USD a pop (which is a lot when converted to CAD and you’re working like 10 shitty hours a week at minimum wage because they never hired anyone full time and they did their damn best to pay you as little as possible) and shipping took forever, and we had a good amount of plus sized people who struggled to find shirts they found comfortable.

I had just bought a Silhouette Cameo and decided to use heat transfer vinyl to make my own bootleg michaels shirts, since I had some plain red tees at home and really didn’t want to buy new michaels shirts and essentially give the company my paycheck back. Made myself the little logo with like a buck worth of htv, ironed it on a shirt I already had, done.

Well, shortly after that, a group order of shirts my coworkers all went in on came in and after over a month and it was all wrong. Staff were pissed—- they paid $15usd for each shirt, it took a month to arrive, and the sizes were all incorrect. When my supervisor friend told me about this, I told her on the downlow to reimburse me the cost of the vinyl and I’d make her the same bootleg logos to put on some shirts she already had. And soon the word was quietly spread to come to me for all your bootleg shirt needs. And you know what? No one higher up ever fucking noticed that the shirts weren’t legit. Because who fucking cares.

The other day I found these leftover htv decals hidden in a sketchbook I used to keep in my work bag. Memories of grifts past. Fuck companies preying on their staff when they make money hand over fist. They could have just given us shirts like they used to.

[oleander-teacup]

i have a little converter for my phone so i can charge it and used my wited earbuds at the same time. i had a nokia for YEARS and almost didnt upgrade my phone because there wasnt a headphone jack available on the phone i upgraded to. mind you this phone was worth roughly 1k at the time and i was getting it for about 200 bucks. it was a VERY worthwhile purchase and i didnt want it because HEADPHONES.

i miss my nokia man... everything took forever to load but it was a goodass brick.

[cocopubpotato]

Still so funny to me that i started playing ace attorney cause i just really liked apollo (hes just a lil guy with horns) and was just planning to play up till spirit of justice, but once i finished that game i was just like damn

i want more ace attorney

so even though i had said for like a month

oh yeah i aint playing tgaa not really interested in those

i went ahead and downloaded the game, then the translation patch cause i played them all emulated, then a sus zip exe to be able to decrypt both files and convert them to the proper type which all took along 5 hours, then i finally started the game at like 9 pm on a sunday, and started it played for 2 hours went wtf why this intro so fucking long, went to sleep, next day continued playing in class.

and then the game just didnt stop being good

so i went ok i should start getting the second one for when i finish it (i was at 1-5)

realized the second one wasnt full emulated

went damn im gonna kinda have to pay if i want to keep playing

ended up asking it for my birthday cause it was worth it

got the game

decided to play the first game again casue why not

in the meantime i also played sonic unleashed cause why not

finished it (tgaa) cried

played the second one

A Prosecutor, Reborn

cried

life changed forever

Play tgaa

[the-firebird69]

The Year Mike Pike had of the Corvette second 2006 or something to meet him outside I think 2010 and there's still quite a bit of them and they don't drive them around. They don't look that cool they don't go that fast and it goes a lot of gas and you can make the car work with a body kit tires rims and you wouldn't have to replace the entire car. You would not be able to have the snorkel which looks stupid anyways and the doors would be new but the tunnel would be normal size and you can't really change that you could do look funny. But you can get this almost exact car and there's a real big reason to do it it's much faster when you apply these and you be replacing panels and you can keep your original panels and it just bolt up it's really easy it's painfully easy they would not have to be metal either and he says you'd be losing a lot of weight that's true if you took this and you put the new panels on you lose about 380 lb at in the motor is pretty big and you would be lower we'd have a new suspension it's very high performance and new high performance tires and rims and it would go now from about 2:20 top speed miles per hour to about 380 miles per hour it's a conversion kit but boy doesn't look nice. And later on we could do the full body kit for that those years Corvette and Camaro and firebird and we can convert them all and use a mid-engine and it's an American car and we can also do the Ford GT now you're wondering off of what vehicle and it's not obvious but a regular mustang you can take the panels off and it looks almost the same with new panels and tires rims suspension and we recommend the top end in exhaust with that the saline would go 420 and the Ford GT mustang would go 440 mph it's well worth it and there's one more we were looking at and it's a kit like this it's for a different vehicle it's a Ferrari everybody wants one and that would go on the Camaro the firebird mustang challengers charger all of them you can have a particular model change the suspension tires rims and voila and we could have a high performance package for the engine and the exhaust and I'll tell you what you have to do the exhaust you might as well do the top end but you have to do it so you have to include that or you can actually you know we can start without it and we really should and then the next step up you never three or four steps then you would do the mid engine change but really this would be very hot and a very good idea and the rear end you'd stick out a little bit more but the car is almost the same the front end is a little longer but it looks just as cool or a little cooler as it looks like a c3 and it's an intense look at it on the AMX that we looked at that was like a c3 that it is it's intense and that was made to be electric and gas and or a fly car and Dave and Carol came up with it and it blew the doors off everything you couldn't read that thing if you paid anybody any kind of money it was so darn fast and we did make a bunch but these are very popular vehicles and very hot the Lamborghini and we're talking about Asian vehicles and we have to start somewhere nobody wants to do the kit is it too hard and these are easy to do and our son can do it because you don't mess with these mechanical and people have been doing these plants on wide body it's forever and you can call it like a full wide body kit his other terms they're not planned Owens their panalized panalized body kits or panalized wide body kit and people like it. And we are going to go ahead and try to get this going first and the other thing is it's easier and it's easier for people to do when we did acquire parts of companies but we do not have one of theirs dang it and we need to have it's not really sure why it's a shield but yeah you can do it without it and we'll probably end up doing that.

There's three more models that we would do one of course is the Lamborghini and there's a couple different versions depends which car and the second one is it's a very hot car everyone wants one that's a lotus and there's less work you have to do a certain models the third one is there's a rare car it's a Pantera everybody wants one everyone it's true and it's mid-engine but there's a particular vehicle you can use a couple is Ford mustang or the Chevy and the front end is a little higher on the Pantera and we could put a different Hood it's kind of really cool we should just do it and it's cheap here okay can't do anything perfect but we don't want to do the electric moped it's just dangerous out there but these have a cage and he wants to do the quick assemble cage and I've got tears in my eyes because it's so much fun that a retarded man could put one of these kits together and we're talking about the basic kit and the change out the panels yes also a retarded man like Trump or the pseudo empire can do the drop on kit it's really a pull-up but you can't do the drop on it's too hard to deliver but yeah they can do that and also bja and yes Brad and of course Jason and Jason's kids can all do this and the hardest part is the frame getting it to fit right and putting it in right aligning it right getting it to level off all that stuff is going to be done by us and he said no s*** and it was Dave he was trying to make it and we need that we need people to get their s*** together a little it's very simple and we're going to start working on it and he wants me to go to the group with proposals as we're part of the group and for this frame I tell you what the proposal for these panel wide body kits and say we introduce them from China and they'd have to be kind of crappy material but up to like maybe 400 miles an hour I'll tell you what they probably won't go faster it kind of chicken s**** but really rims and tires and he says you can lower it you lower the suspension that's not a bad idea actually because people won't change the suspension and the tires and rims using this kind of a kit to start and I'm thinking cheap now it's good that's the way we should do it there's a lot of cheap stuff we should be doing very cheap and this frame might save a lot of people it's going to work and we need it for our people and we're going to show you what it is

Frank Castle hardcastle

Olympus

I love his ideas he's got a little doozy I don't think people like it

Hera

This is terrible stop saying this weird s*** so we're having a little argument and we're young and she's resting on me is she okay or those fleet gone it's almost gone only about 100 billion left and do we want those ships or yeah we want them so we can cut them off and chase them but it will chase us that happens we know we're doing and it'll be over pretty soon she's happy about it and they're quieter yeah we don't like your new idea either and her does and she says no she might

Thor Freya

Olympus

[iamthecomet]

Per uses a bar soap thing! Ive always wanted to try one.

I heard him say that! And that it's "weird" (or something like that, which...he isn't wrong). You should absolutely try them out if you're curious. I think they're worth it. I really love them. It took my hair a second to get used to it--the conditioners tend to not be as over the top as the bottled stuff (as in they don't coat your hair in shit so you it's not immediately clear that it's working). But my hair is healthier since starting to use them. And they last FOREVER. Which is honestly the biggest plus (along with less plastic waste). I have a metric ton of hair and i swear the bars last 3 times as long as the bottles (if not more). I am fully converted to bar shampoo life.

[rishabhbossblog]

Car Pick Up Lines: Rev Up Your Flirting Game!

Introduction:

Are you ready to drive into the world of romance with some car-themed pick-up lines? Whether you're a gearhead or just appreciate a good pun, these 68 Car Pick Up Lines are sure to rev up your flirting game. From classic models to sleek sports cars, there's a line for every automotive enthusiast out there. So buckle up and get ready to cruise through these clever and creative ways to break the ice.

"Are you a parking ticket? Because you've got 'fine' written all over you."

"Is your name Google? Because you have everything I've been searching for."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Ferrari – fast, sleek, and absolutely stunning."

"Are you a mechanic? Because you just fixed the engine of my heart."

"Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I drive by again?"

"Are you a speed bump? Because you make my heart race."

"Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes."

"Are you an airbag? Because you just saved my life from crashing into loneliness."

"If beauty were a car, you'd be a Lamborghini – rare, exotic, and worth every penny."

"Do you have a sunroof? Because I want to feel the sunshine every time I'm with you."

"Is there a spark plug in your pocket? Because you just ignited a fire in my soul."

"Are you a parking spot? Because I can't seem to get you out of my mind."

"If kisses were horsepower, you'd be a Ferrari."

"Do you have a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants."

"Are you a convertible? Because with you, the top is always down."

"Are you a car alarm? Because you've got my heart racing."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Porsche – classy, elegant, and built for speed."

"Do you believe in love at first drive, or should I take you for another spin?"

"Are you a steering wheel? Because you drive me crazy."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Tesla – electrifying and ahead of your time."

"Do you have a GPS? Because I'm lost in your eyes and need directions to your heart."

"Are you a red light? Because you stop me in my tracks every time."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Mercedes – luxurious, stylish, and built to last."

"Do you have a turbocharger? Because you just boosted my heart rate."

"Are you a clutch pedal? Because you make my heart race every time I engage with you."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Mustang – wild, untamed, and full of horsepower."

"Do you have a spare tire? Because I just can't get enough of you."

"Are you a car wash? Because you make me feel squeaky clean inside."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Corvette – sleek, sexy, and built for performance."

"Do you have cruise control? Because I want to go on this journey with you forever."

"Are you a speed limit sign? Because whenever I'm with you, I just want to break the rules."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Rolls Royce – elegant, refined, and utterly luxurious."

"Do you have a rearview mirror? Because every time I look back, I see you in my future."

"Are you a tailpipe? Because you've got me feeling all hot and bothered."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Bugatti – one of a kind, priceless, and absolutely breathtaking."

"Do you have automatic headlights? Because every time you smile, you light up my world."

"Are you a pit stop? Because I never want to leave your side."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Jeep – rugged, adventurous, and ready for anything."

"Do you have traction control? Because you've got a grip on my heart like no one else."

"Are you a rear spoiler? Because you add a touch of excitement to my life."

"If you were a car, you'd be a BMW – sleek, sophisticated, and always in control."

"Do you have anti-lock brakes? Because every time I'm with you, my heart stops."

"Are you a traffic light? Because every time I see you, I stop and stare."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Audi – refined, stylish, and impossible to resist."

"Do you have a turbocharged engine? Because you just took my breath away."

"Are you a transmission? Because you shift my world into overdrive."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Jaguar – elegant, powerful, and utterly captivating."

"Do you have a catalytic converter? Because you're converting me into a hopeless romantic."

"Are you a gas pedal? Because every time I'm with you, I just want to go faster."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Bentley – classy, timeless, and worth every penny."

"Do you have a cup holder? Because you're the perfect fit for my life."

"Are you a hybrid? Because you've got me feeling environmentally friendly."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Hummer – big, bold, and impossible to ignore."

"Do you have heated seats? Because you make me feel warm and fuzzy inside."

"Are you a car alarm? Because every time I'm with you, my heart goes off the charts."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Range Rover – rugged, versatile, and ready for adventure."

"Do you have a spoiler? Because you always leave me wanting more."

"Are you a transmission? Because you've got me shifting gears."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Volvo – safe, reliable, and always there when I need you."

"Do you have a sunroof? Because you bring sunshine into my life every day."

"Are you a pickup truck? Because you've picked me up when I was feeling down."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Ferrari – sleek, stylish, and built for speed."

"Do you have a navigation system? Because you're guiding me straight to your heart."

"Are you a convertible? Because you're always open to new experiences."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Lamborghini – exotic, rare, and absolutely stunning."

"Do you have a rearview camera? Because you always know how to look back and smile."

"Are you a speedometer? Because you've got my heart racing."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Porsche – classy,

In conclusion, car pick-up lines can be a fun and lighthearted way to break the ice and show someone you're interested. Whether you're a car enthusiast or just appreciate a good pun, there's a line in this collection for everyone. From classic models to sleek sports cars, these pick-up lines are sure to rev up your flirting game and leave a lasting impression.

Remember, the key to successful flirting is sincerity and confidence. So, while these pick-up lines can be a great conversation starter, it's essential to follow them up with genuine interest and respect for the person you're talking to.

So, the next time you find yourself in a romantic situation, why not give one of these car-themed pick-up lines a try? Who knows, you might just drive off into the sunset with the love of your life. Happy flirting!

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[beyondthetemples-ooc]

that feeling. when you’re reading a fanfic

and there’s this Teeny Tiny One-Off Little Detail

and suddenly your entire face refuses to NOT smile?

(Especially when it’s that Same Hat comic, but it’s Same Headcanon?!)

little details about Azarath headcanons make my spirit absolutely SOAR, okay.

(lavender in azarath! that’s the only reason dove knows she’s allergic to lavender! NICE)

[aleburton]

viii. don’t text me when you’re drunk

Music floated between the rooms of Matthew Burton’s sprawling Malibu, California estate. His current twenty-something paramour had carefully curated a playlist of songs made popular before she was born. It was likely many of those songs were enjoyed whilst cruising down the boulevard, the convertible top lowered as Camilla’s arms whirled gracefully in the air. This was the last home they shared together before they decided to move to Los Angeles. It was more convenient for Matthew’s grueling work schedule, but they had always intended to split their time between houses. Camilla had always loved living by the water and imagined introducing her first-born to all the wonders it contained. Since her passing, the family’s home had undergone a number of changes, most of which were contrived by the number of women Matthew permitted to live there over the years. There were very few traces of Camilla and perhaps that was deliberate. Everyone knew he was far too weak to cope with his grief in an appropriate manner. It only made sense to rid of all reminders of his one true love including his blameless daughter. 

Alexandra ambled the length of the hall, the tips of her fingers coasting against the crown molding. Many of the familiar pictures that once decorated it had been replaced with more opulent, modern art except for one. She paused as she reached the large, black and white image of Camilla. She could remember looking up at the portrait as a child and wondering if her mother was a movie star. She certainly looked the part – her head tilted back with a glass of champagne balanced in her hand, laughing in the most glamorous of ways. She was forever thirty, meanwhile Matthew had reached the ripe age of fifty and decided to bring in a new decade with his closest friends, one hundred or so industry executives and colleagues. Alex continued her trek toward the living area, eyeing a number of men with peppered hair and freshly pressed black suites. Some of them gazed in her direction for perhaps a moment too long, stunned that Camilla and Matthew’s daughter had reached her prime. Business associates or not, they weren’t immune to perverse thoughts. I wonder what she looks like without that pretty, little Dior dress. She looks just like her pin-up mother that I used to fantasize about. 

She approached the impressive champagne tower and plucked a coupe glass from the very top. One of them almost made an attempt to approach; remind her of a memory he had from when she was a little girl, but he stopped in his loafers as a much younger and attractive version swept in instead. “Whoa. Olivia will have your head if you destroy her masterpiece. Let me help,” Noah proposed. One hand wrapped around her dainty waist, the other helping her to guide the glass toward her. Alex laughed, sweet, doe-eyes rolling as she brought the glass to her chest, “Oh, so you’ve had the pleasure of meeting this year’s flavor already? I’m not afraid of her. Her clock is ticking.” She took a small taste of the gilded elixir, pleased Olivia at least had a penchant for high-end champagne. “I didn’t know you would be here,” she added, peeping upward to take in his undeniably handsome features. Still, he wasn’t Zach. “Yeah, I kind of received a last minute invitation. Since I’ve been interning with Matthew, he thought it would be beneficial for me to rub elbows with some of the other big names in the room. You know, do the grown-up thing now and network.” Noah tucked his hands into his pockets, offering her his signature smile. “It’s Matthew now, is it? You two are on a first name basis? Wow,” she taunted him, continuing to nurse her glass of Dom. 

“What can I say? I was promoted from ex-boyfriend to intern to possible partner.” He shrugged his shoulders, disrupting his stare to look around the room instead. He didn’t want to make it too obvious that his attraction to her remained. Alex simpered softly, “Maybe the broken heart was worth it in the end then. You didn’t leave completely empty handed.” He rocked back and forth, apprehensively shifting between the balls of his feet to their heels. He seemed uncertain about what to say or rather whether he should say it all. Noah was aware that she continued to see Zach romantically despite the protestations of many. He promised to bite his tongue and avoid his tendency to over protect and coddle her, but mentioned nothing about any covert attempts to sway her toward the safer option. “Eh. I mean, given the option between you and a career in law,” he pondered, “You’re both an absolute pain in my ass, but I think it’d be a no brainer.” That particular remark stung. Her brows nettled together as she swallowed another mouthful of champagne. Noah couldn’t have known about the propositions she’d been offered and yet, it felt as if he’d been a spectator to it all.

I’d pick you over my job any day. Feeling slightly charged, Alex did her best as glazing over it with humor. “Well, thankfully I get to be someone else’s pain in the ass for a while.” His eyes drifted to the floor, head nodding softly in defeat. A while seemed like it would be far too long for him to endure. There had already been rumblings within their circle about his behavior, most notably at Lola Fonseca’s album debut. Something had gone down between them causing her to be escorted out of her own party due to their interaction. What kind of person elicits that kind of response out of an ex? His reputation was already known. Being that Alex was undefiled, his issue with Zach was personal. Was this some kind of game? Find the most overindulged, Hollywood princess and turn her inside out? When you included Matthew’s rejection of legal representation for his team, it made sense. Attempting to point this out to her, however, would have been futile and likely led to her stiff-arming him until the end of time. It wasn’t worth the risk. “Yeah, I know. Alex,” he started, but was abruptly interrupted by a wide palm of his shoulder. “Noah Thompson. I’ve been looking all over for you,” an unfamiliar voice announced.

Alex seized the opportunity to fend off any additional advances, quietly exiting the room as Noah turned to address the guest. How fucking bizzare. She acknowledged his hesitation about her relationship with Zach, but never imagined he’d consider himself a strong contender in his place. No matter how cautious Noah attempted to be, any efforts to edge Zach out of her sweetened reverie would always result in drawing him nearer. Couldn’t they understand that? She tip-toed back in the darkened hallway, retrieving the cell phone from her clutch. I miss you. Up for a trip to Malibu? There’s a catch though. You can’t be seen. How do you feel about heights? She began to amble up the staircase, headed toward her childhood bedroom. Her heart began to race, considering all the ways she could easily replace her most miserable memories with those that could easily send her father to any early grave. She couldn’t think of a better gift than the graphic illustration of the man he hated more than himself fucking his daughter under his roof. Happy Birthday, Daddy. 

[rainandandy]

Chemtrails (Yelena Belova x reader)

Summary: You and Yelena are finally free from the mind control of being a black widow. How does everything fare out as you both return to Ohio to start a new life?

Pairings: Yelena Belova x reader, Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers (Kinda platonic, kinda not), Alexei Shoskatoff x Melina Vostokova

Word Count: 1,862

Translations: Malishka (Baby), Krasotka (Beautiful),  Liybimaya (My Love)

Masterlist

There were some people who had the idea that being on the run meant being scared, lonely, always on edge. Perhaps that is how it should have felt. You just felt like you were free. Free from being used in any way. They treated you as if you were just another pawn on the chessboard as if you were just another number to them. It is a piece that no one will remember.

Yelena too. The two of you had freed yourselves and the others from the harsh crutches of being a black widow. A killer and a trained spy in all the fields that a spy could be. Sly, sneaky, conniving, and murderous. There had never been a time when you had any control over your actions. Never being able to be yourself. Living life on the edge, skirting all over the world in a number of days. Killing people without a second thought, because you weren't able to control your mind. You weren't in control.

Until Yelena came along. Till she abolished the control over your mind and cut the tracker from your leg. Till she held you while your body wracked with sobs of finally being free.

She stayed with you, helped you recover physically and mentally. Patching up wounds with medical bits she found in gas stations. Driving stolen cars and motorbikes through the darkness of the night. A new city each day, hiding in rundown motels on the side of highways. Each one of them smelling worse than the previous one.

In the aftermath of Dreykov's death, you would keep your eyes on the news to make sure the black widows left over weren't doing any harm. Once you both reached Ohio, where she planned to meet up with her family and establish a base to free the black widows, you both could be free. Over the long nights of traveling and the days of laying low, you went from strangers to lovers very quickly.

You weren't sure when it happened, but she fell first. A glance at you that was once cold has become a loving gaze. As she learned what food you liked, she would be sure to bring it back from her grocery store runs. It was something you didn't notice at first. She changed her attitude towards you suddenly and when her touches on your wounds became lighter and she began to tell you more about her life, you too began to fall. You discovered why she was aiming for Ohio in the first place. In other words, she did not want to be what she was made to be. Both of your skills would only earn you dirty money, and she desperately just wanted to settle down. You did not talk about children between the two of you, but you frequently talked about a dog shelter.

As soon as you reached a small suburban home on the outskirts of Ohio, you and your partner quickly went into undercover mode. Posing as a newlywed couple, with her sister who is a part-time science teacher and her parents who are coming to welcome the new family. In the morning it appeared like bliss to the neighbors, but really it was at night when the family seemed to sit around and play Monopoly that they planned their roles for recovering the last of the black widows. The rest of the widows who had been freed would come over under the guise of being friends, but Yelena and you would give them money and new identification provided by Mason, so they could start their new lives. The widows wanted their chance to live a normal life, just as you and Yelena did. Many of those who rely on doing what they know only too well, choose to work with Melina in St Petersburg.

In less than a year, everyone was free. With the last of the widows freed, Dreykov's remnants were abolished. You and Yelena were finally free. As soon as the word was given you and Yelena marched straight down to the shelter where she picked a gorgeous American akita and Yelena straight away called her Fanny. When Natasha heard the name, she rolled her eyes and asked, "Really Yelena? I hate that name. You know how much I hate it. In response, Yelena hit back with an infamous "HA!"" and Fanny had now become a part of your dysfunctional family. Alexei and Melina flew in and out every few months, checking up on both of you or on some wild mission to find Captain America. It was much to Alexei’s surprise the day Natasha brought Steve Rogers home, posing as her husband.

“Papa, you remember Steve. My adoring husband" Each word spit back as fast as possible while making sure Alexei didn't start a mini war among them right under their noses. Natasha was extremely coy at first and you didn't know whether there was anything more than just friendship between them.

During their time at the Ohio house, Yelena and Natasha would relax in the small pool that is located out the back. Their tanned skin became more obvious as they raced in laps of the pool against one another under the scorching summer sun. The whole family had a good laugh when Steve wore swim trunks with the American flag on them and then had another fit when Alexei wore ones with the Russian flag on them. “I feel like all my dreams have come true” Yelena said hazily as she kissed your hand on the lawn chairs.

“What dream is that Krasotka?” you asked, smiling as you didn’t fully take in her deep words. “I have my family back” you felt the strings of your heart being pulled at the softness of the girl's words.

She pulled on your hand and led you to join her on the lawn chair, sitting in her lap. As she wrapped her arms around your waist, you looked up into the clear blue sky to see a distant plane leave a long white trail in the clear blue sky. “What are the white lines made of?" It was a question you asked aloud. "Maybe the government is slowly poisoning us with Dreykov's toxic chemicals," she said in a funny way, but you knew it was on everyone's mind. What if he wasn't really dead after all. What if the dream turned into a nightmare and you were no longer yourself. Your panic caused your breath to quicken its pace, and you touched the beautiful gemstones you wore around your neck. Some eastern culture your therapist had thrust onto you, rubbing some amethyst and turquoise would help ease the pain of the memories. In a manner of speaking, it did work, as it eased the nightmares little by little. There were times when holding those tiny stones felt like clutching a lifeline. You desperately try to hold onto this reality with Yelena as long as possible. The blissfulness of it all. Yelena became restless after losing the constant sense of action that had been part of her life. The excitement of going to the farmers market only lasted for a limited amount of time. It was one of those days when the rumble of an engine and the smell of gas broke your concentration from doing laundry, and you were met by a gorgeous vintage red Chevy pulling into the driveway. The look on Yelena's face was incomprehensible, which made you hard to believe that she had just went out and bought such an immaculate, expensive-looking vehicle. The car was a convertible and fanny sat in the back, her tongue hanging out, panting in the golden sun, as she sat there. "We are supposed to keep things on the low down" you whispered to your 'fake' wife, scolding her.

It's time to enjoy yourself, Malishka!"

You knew it was worth it when the rouge on her lips matched the color of the cherry red car. When she opened the passenger side door, she motioned for you to get into the car.

"No no, I think it's time for me to take this baby for a spin". You pushed her across the white leather as you got into the driver's seat and sat in it. There was a soft white leather under your grip on the wheel. "Don't you like it, sweetheart?" Yelena smirked at you as you adjusted the mirror while Yelena was chatting. Upon turning the key, the engine roared to life. "Shhh sweetheart, you'll pay for this later" and you took off racing down the avenues of white picket fences, passing children playing in the front gardens.

Families who seemed perfect on the outside but you knew that each one had their problems. As you reached well over the speed limit, with your hair blowing wildly behind you, you felt as if you were at liberty. It was impossible for those families to stop you from doing what you did. You could not be stopped by Dreykov. At that moment, all you wanted was to keep speeding along the winding roads while Yelena put her hands up, grasping at the invisible air. She was your sweet love. Your happiness. She made the freedom worth it. The winding roads soon gave way to a small clearing where you were able to park your car on the side of the road. The engine died slowly, and her smile was beaming back at you, pure happiness oozing from both of you. Fanny jumped out of the car, her paw pads crushing the gravel under her feet as she jumped. She trotted around sniffing at the new surroundings. In the company of Yelena, you made your way to a small bench that overlooked a valley. The sun was looking low and heavy as it was making its way towards the horizon for yet another day. The silence was relaxing, settling over you as you stared out at the sky. Yelena spoke openly from the heart or perhaps her soul when she said, "I am not religious, but if there is a god out there somewhere, I hope he lets it stay like this forever.". The truth is, she was never one to think of such things in this way, especially in regards to god, religion or even something as grave as losing what you had. "It's not going to happen. We have made it. Nothing could break us apart, Liybimaya”

I know, I know, I feel silly thinking about it when this perfect paradise is all around us; but I cannot help it.

"There is nothing wrong with contemplating God…. or our paradise…. If you have second thoughts-”

“No. God no.” She took a deep breath and replied, “That's not what I'm saying. I am terrified that I will wake up back in the red room. That all of this was just a dream"

You scooted over to her side of the bench and cradled her against you and said, "I'm real, baby.". The sun set, leaving you and your partner in the darkness, the streetlight flickering behind you. It is time for us to go home"