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letters-to-lgbt-kids · 1 month ago

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My dear lgbt+ kids,

When it comes to cold weather, the main rule (regardless of gender or presentation) is: when in doubt, choose warmth and safety over style.

Some basics:

Layering is your best friend: Start with moisture-wicking base layers to keep sweat off your skin. Follow with insulating layers (like fleece or wool), and finish with a weather-resistant outer layer (like a puffer jacket or waterproof coat) to protect against wind, snow or rain.

Keep your sensitive areas warm: Make sure your hands, feet, and head are covered! Gloves, warm socks and a beanie can prevent cold-related discomfort or injuries.

Waterproof: If you're facing snow or rain, make sure your clothes are waterproof. Wet clothes lose their insulating ability, so staying dry is a big part of staying warm!

Reflective Gear: If you’re out in the dark or in poor visibility conditions, consider adding reflective elements to your outfit for safety.

People can react differently to temperatures. A temperature that feels super cold to you could feel comfortable to someone else, depending on what you’re used to (and some other factors). As a very basic rule, we can say: Gloves, beanies, and other cold-weather accessories typically become necessary when temperatures drop below 40°F (4°C). In more severe cold (below 32°F (0°C)), it’s even more important to wear them to protect yourself from frostbite and maintain body warmth. But it goes even in milder weather: if you feel uncomfortable or if it’s windy or damp, it’s a good idea to add these items for extra comfort.

With all that being said: Clothes are not just for safety and temperature control, they also help you express yourself - and that doesn’t suddenly change in winter.

Dressing for cold weather doesn’t have to mean sacrificing your personal look. Whether you want to present more feminine, more masculine, or more androgynous, here are some tips to help you layer up and feel like yourself:

(Note that these are suggestions, not hard rules. Style is highly subjective as everyone has different tastes, preferences, body types, fashion inspirations, budgets, cultural influences etc. I could suggest something here that you’d feel super uncomfortable in - if so, that’s not a sign you’re “doing it wrong”! Cherry-pick what feels right and ignore the rest)

If You Want to Present More Feminine

Base Layers: If you want to wear skirts or dresses in winter, start with thermal leggings or tights! These can be nicely paired with cozy, long-sleeved tops or lightweight thermal shirts. (But also keep in mind that plenty of women, cis or trans, do not wear dresses all the time! Nothing wrong with choosing jeans!)

Outer Layers: There are plenty of styles to choose from that have a feminine touch, such as a belted trench coat, a pea coat, or a long wool coat. Shawls are also excellent for adding a touch of style while keeping you warm!

Footwear: Knee-high or thigh-high boots lined with faux fur or fleece can keep your legs warm and add a polished look to your outfit. Ankle boots with thicker socks are also a good alternative.

Accessories: Scarves, gloves, and beanies can be both practical and stylish. Knit hats or earmuffs can add a soft, cozy vibe to your look.

Style Tip: Go for a mix of fabrics like wool, faux fur, and knitwear to create texture and warmth.

If You Want to Present More Masculine:

- Base Layers: Start with thermal undershirts or moisture-wicking base layers. Consider long underwear for added insulation beneath your pants.

- Outer Layers: There’s plenty of outerwear to choose from, like a puffer jacket, parka, or wool overcoat! (Faux) Leather or bomber jackets layered over sweaters can also add a masculine edge while keeping you warm.

- Footwear: You might want to opt for sturdy boots, such as work boots, Chelsea boots, or combat boots. Thicker socks can keep your feet warm.

- Accessories: Don’t skip out on scarves, beanies, or gloves for being “too feminine”. They can actually be great for adding a more rugged feel to your outfit! You just gotta find a color and style that fits you well.

Style Tip: Focus on layering in a way that adds structure. Sweaters, button-ups, and jackets work great together for a sharp, put-together look. Play with dark, neutral tones and thick fabrics like wool or denim for extra warmth and style.

If You Want to Present Androgynous

- Base Layers: Neutral-colored thermal tops or turtlenecks can serve as great foundational pieces. You may want to pair these with straight-leg or loose-fitting pants that allow room for layering underneath.

- Outer Layers: Oversized coats, puffer jackets, or long trench coats can work well for an androgynous look. Try layering with oversized sweaters or fleece pullovers for extra warmth.

- Footwear: You could go for sneakers, lace-up boots, or loafers paired with warm, thick socks. But really, any pair of shoes can work for an unisex outfit.

- Accessories: Neutral-colored scarves, simple beanies, and fingerless gloves can add to an androgynous look. Minimalist accessories like oversized scarves or gender-neutral caps are both practical and stylish.

Style Tip: Aim for a balanced mix of structured and relaxed pieces. Try loose layers on top with more fitted pants, or vice versa, to create an effortless, warm, and non-gendered appearance.

With all my love,

Your Tumblr Dad

#I’ll go straight ahead (gay ahead?) and say that fashion isn’t my strong suit #So this is mostly based on internet research #But it was a requested topic and I wanted to do my best to help #lgbt #lgbt+

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femmefatalevibe · 1 year ago

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Femme Fatale Guide: Fall Wardrobe Essentials

Staple Tees:

**Purchase in Modal, Pima cotton, or a cotton-cashmere blend**

Fitted crewneck tees (long-sleeves/tees & tanks for layering)

Relaxed fit long-sleeve tees

Turtleneck long-sleeve top (fitted & relaxed fit options)

Contour bodysuits

Blouses/Shirting:

Silk button-down blouse

Cotton button-down blouse

Silk shell top/t-shirts/camis (for layering)

Sculpt knit top(s)

Self-tie wrap blouse

Shirred boatneck, mock neck, or cowlneck silk blouse(s)

Leather button-down

Knitwear:

Thin cashmere/wool crewneck sweater (fitted/relaxed fit)

Thin cashmere/wool turtleneck sweater

Chunky relaxed-fit cable knit sweater

Knit polo-neck sweater

Cashmere sweater vest (crewneck, v-neck, and/or turtleneck)

Mockneck cashmere/wool sweater

Cashmere long-sleeve sweater dress

Cashmere/knit skirt (mini, midi, or maxi - depending on your personal preferences)

Sophisticated coordinating knit set (top/pants or skirt of your choice)

Casual knit set (top/pullover and relaxed fit pants)

Cashmere cardigan

Cable knit cardigan (doubles as a light jacket)

Bottoms:

Black straight-leg jeans

Black bootcut/flared jeans

Black straight/bootcut trousers

Wide-leg trousers (I love a solid black, black pinstripe, and black with lace-up detail selection)

High-waisted leather pants

Split hem trousers

Stretch jersey/cashmere pants (straight-leg or flared)

Quilted leather/tweed mini skirt

Knit/wool mini and/pencil skirt

Leather skirt (mini or midi)

Silk midi skirt

Dresses/Jumpsuits:

Knit/sweater dress

Little black dress (shift dress/A-line cuts are great)

Blazer dress/jumpsuit

Slip dress (for layering)

Minimal black jumpsuit ("LBJ")

Leather and/or denim dress or jumpsuit

Jackets & Outerwear:

Black tailored blazer

Leather blazer

Tweed jacket

Trench coat

Leather moto/cropped/bomber jacket

Black wool coat

Raincoat ( I like Rains for high-quality options on the affordable side that are still built to last for several seasons)

Statement jacket/coat

Footwear:

Sleek flat/low-heel black boots with a pointed-toe or square-toe silhouette (I love Vagabond, Jeffrey Campbell, Vince Camuto, and Sam Edelman for more affordable, high-quality options)

Black loafers/sleek black flats

Black lace-up boots

Black heeled boots

Black pumps

White sneakers

Rain boots (I recommend the Melissa Shoes Welly/Grip/Step boots or a stylish, sustainable, and more affordable option)

Accessories:

White/black ankle & crew socks

Black control top tights

High-waisted shapewear shorts

Chunky/small chain necklaces & bracelets

Simple pendant necklace(s)

Pearl necklace

Simple diamond studs

Crystal drop earrings

Minimalist bangles

Stackable rings

A sleek, minimalist black tote (can fit a laptop for work/travel)

Black shoulder bag

Small black bag (top handle, crossbody, etc.)

Statement bag/evening bag

Cashmere scarf

Silk/decorative scarf

Fingerless/touch-screen friendly, lightweight gloves

Lingerie/Loungewear:

Seamless bra/underwear

Lace bra/underwear

Matching pullover cotton sweatshirt/sweatpants

Knit or jersey cotton top/lounge pants set

Luxurious pajama set (silk, Tencel, cashmere, etc.)

A to-die-for piece of lingerie like a lace slip/silk teddy

Silk or cozy robe

Cozy open-back slippers

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portraitoftheoddity · 11 months ago

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Beginner Hiking Guide Part Three: What to Wear Hiking

Adequate and appropriate attire while hiking can make a big difference in your mobility, comfort, and even survival. Don’t worry about fashion -- nobody on the trail cares if you look good, and feeling good is far more important. Plus, you don’t want to wear anything that you don’t mind getting dirty, since you’re going to get sweaty and potentially dusty, muddy, etc. Focus on functional clothing for the activity you’re engaging in!

Comfort & Flexibility

You’re going to be moving a lot, so make sure you’re wearing clothes that you can move in! You’ll want clothes that fit comfortably and are sturdy enough that they won’t tear like tissue paper if you take a tumble, but that are stretchy and flexible enough that you don’t feel limited in your movements. Avoid anything that’s going to pinch or chafe.

If you don’t have hiking-specific clothes -- which, if you’re just getting started, you probably don’t -- don’t worry! Odds are there’s something in your closet that will work fine. A lot of non-cotton athleticwear is perfectly good for hiking -- I’ve used my gym leggings and workout shirt on the trail. The key is finding something that uses the right fabrics:

Fabrics

Good: Synthetic fabrics like polyester or nylon, as well as merino wool, are great for hiking. These fabrics are good at wicking moisture away from your body -- a key quality in base layers, or any fabric that touches your skin. You’re going to work up a sweat, so you want fabrics that will wick that sweat away and allow it to evaporate, rather than trapping it against your skin so you get clammy and chilled. Anything described as “quick dry” is going to be a good option. For socks, I always opt for wool.

Bad: Cotton of any kind, including denim. Cotton is like a sponge and will absorb moisture and stay wet. You know how when you do laundry, your jeans are often still damp after the rest of your clothes have dried? Jeans will also hold on to moisture from sweat or from wet trail conditions, chilling you on a long hike; a lot of hypothermia cases in backcountry are attributed to cotton clothing. So unless you’re doing a very short, easy hike in optimal weather conditions, avoid cottons.

Dress for the Conditions

I wrote in a previous segment about the importance of knowing the forecast for your hike; make sure you dress appropriately for the hike you’re undertaking, in the conditions you’re undertaking it in!

Hot weather: Wear light-weight moisture-wicking clothes that won’t trap sweat against your body and that will let you keep cool. If you have longer hair, bring something to tie it up/back to keep sweaty hair out of your face.

Sunny weather: If it’s sunny and you’re going to be out in direct light, consider a lightweight outer layer to protect yourself from the sun. A hat with a wide brim is also a good option, and definitely bring sunglasses!

Wet weather: If it looks like there might be rain, make sure you have clothing on that will dry quickly, and a rain shell/rain jacket -- something lightweight and breathable. Also consider packing an extra pair of socks (because nothing is worse than hiking in wet socks) and an extra warm dry layer since you’re more likely to get chilled when you’re wet.

Cold weather: Layer up! Make sure you are dressed warmly, and pack one more layer than you think you’re going to need. My dad always says, “If you wore all your layers, you didn’t pack enough layers.” (more on layers below). Also be sure to have a hat that fully covers your ears, a scarf or buff or other means of keeping your face and neck warm, gloves/mittens, and warm wool socks.

While you will probably be pretty warm from exertion while you’re hiking, you’ll find yourself cooling down quickly when you stop for breaks-- or if you have to stop due to an injury or other problem. Always pack for the coldest you might get. (On a longer, more remote hike, this should include ‘how cold I’ll get if I get lost and spend the night outside.’)

How to Layer for Warmth:

Underwear: Synthetic, moisture-wicking, and comfortable. If you have breasts, make sure you have adequate support. I’m a fan of high-impact sports bras and long boxer briefs to avoid chafing/riding up.

Base Layer: Wear a top in a moisture-wicking fabric (pretty much any synthetic workout shirt will do!); if it’s mild enough you don’t need multiple bottom layers, opt for quick-dry pants or athletic leggings and you’re probably good there. If it’s cold, consider wearing non-cotton leggings or long underwear as an insulating layer under a pair of pants -- if you’re like me and slip and fall on your ass a lot, your cold wet butt will thank you.

Mid Layer: This is your insulating layer that traps in heat. In warm or mild temperatures, sticking a light jacket or hoodie in your pack for if you need it is fine, but if temps are dipping colder, bulk up your mid layer(s). I usually wear a fleece jacket and then an insulated puff jacket over it when I hike in winter. You may also consider warmer pants (I have fleece-lined joggers for when it’s REALLY cold).

Outer Layer: If base layers keep away the moisture from your skin, and mid layers trap in heat, your outer layer is preventing heat loss and moisture from everything else. Windbreakers and rain shells can keep high winds from biting through your other layers and stealing away body heat, and keep rain from soaking you through and similarly putting you at risk for hypothermia.

Will you need all these layers on a hike? Probably not! In the middle of summer at low elevations, I hike in base layers and throw a rain shell in my pack and I’m pretty much good. But in winter, I’ve had up to 5 layers. So it will depend on the conditions.

Also, be ready to take off and add layers throughout your hike. I usually shed a layer within the first half mile of a hike as I get warmed up, but will often put layers back on when I reach summit, or am taking a snack break. Dropping layers when necessary will prevent you from sweating too much (soaking your clothes and dehydrating you).

Footwear:

Perhaps the most important item in your hiking ensemble is your footwear. Proper shoes can make or break a hike. Or a leg, for that matter.

Hiking boots are thusly named because, well, they’re good for hiking. You want footwear that:

is sturdy

has good grip/traction

keeps you comfortable by cushioning, supporting, and protecting your foot.

Good: Hiking boots. Trail/hiking shoes. Hiking sandals, weather permitting. Maybe sneakers, on a really flat and easy trail, though I don’t recommend them for more rugged trails.

Bad: Basically everything else. Ballet flats, flip flops, crocs, converse, etc. Anything that pinches or hurts your feet after a while. Any brand new shoes you’ve never worn or broken in.

Now admittedly, a good pair of hiking boots can be expensive. But if you’re going to invest in anything to get started while hiking, I beg you to invest in a comfortable pair of hiking boots/shoes. And practice walking in them and breaking them in before you hit the trail -- you will often find that the experience of walking uphill in a particular pair of shoes feels very different from walking in them on flat terrain.

Additional clothing notes:

Long pants vs. Shorts. I personally always hike in long pants, though I see plenty of people hiking in shorts in summer. I recommend researching trail conditions, the local ecology, and knowing your own heat tolerance. Long pants might not let you cool off like shorts, but they do protect your legs from sun exposure, ticks and other insect bites, and scratches and scrapes from brambles or rocks.

Socks. I highly recommend wool socks for hiking, year-round. Also, make sure that your socks fit well; loose, baggy socks are more likely to slip around in your shoe and cause blisters, along with socks that are shorter than the ankle of your shoe.

Jewelry. In addition to jewelry potentially catching and tangling on things, there’s the risk of it getting lost and being near impossible to find. I recommend you don’t wear or bring anything overly precious to you while hiking. That includes clothes you really really love, because you will get gross.

Binders. If you wear a binder, consider not wearing it while hiking, or wear a binder a size up from your usual. You will know your body and limitations best, but as a matter of safety you don't want your breathing restricted or to risk overheating, and it is widely recommended not to bind while engaging in strenuous activity.

In Summary:

Dress comfortably for activity

Avoid cotton ([Edna Mode voice: NO JEANS!]) and stick to synthetics that will wick away moisture and dry fast

Factor in weather and trail conditions into your clothing choices

Layers are your friend (and pack a spare layer just in case)

Get yourself some decent hiking shoes that won’t fall apart, slip and skid, or leave your feet blistered and hurting

Don't worry about looking stylish; just stay safe, comfortable, and have fun!

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lillaluna · 10 months ago

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back door ch.1

Pairing: Wriothesley x f!Reader

Summary: will he heip you find your way out or will he destroy you to the end?

Tags: modern au, heavy family relationships, references to beatings and physical violence, references to blood, deviations from canon, relationship hints, romance, dramma, everyday life, hurt\comfort, deth of minor characters

Heavily slinging his gym bag over his shoulder, Wriothesley leaned his hand against the loose wall. He looked down at his battered knuckles and smirked. The last fight had been surprisingly easy on him in terms of technique, but even through the sports bandages, his knuckles had hurt and were now slightly baked. But it was a small thing, because the pocket of his black trousers was warmed by the cash, which was much more than for the last fight.

Wriothesley looked at himself in the dirty mirror that hung on the wall of the room that was called the locker room, but in fact it was just a room, with an old bunk, a rickety chair and a sink with a dirty mirror.

The boy's face was lit only by a dim yellowish light, which made the black eye and busted lip look worse than it really was. Wriothesley ruffled his dark, grey hair with a healthy hand, smirked at his reflection in the mirror, and left the room, which greeted him with the creak of the door.

Stepping out into the fresh night air, the guy shoved his hands into the pockets of his lightweight jacket. The weather was abominable, and judging by the fact that there were puddles on the ground, it had recently rained. Its last drops still glistened on the asphalt, creating mirror-like reflections of the streetlights.

As usual after a fight, Wriothesley began to think that he was lucky for the time being and that he should quit underground fighting as soon as possible. But it seemed like he was about to save up enough money to get out of this small, musty town, but every time that "about time" slipped through his fingers and Wriothesley went into the cage on Sunday for the umpteenth time, risking everything. But there was also a different fear from that of his enemies in the ring. He was afraid of losing himself in indifference. To become a monster, unable to feel joy, tenderness, love. His fighting spirit, his frantic thirst for victory, began to permeate every cell of his being, breaking down the lines between a winner and a regular guy.

He stayed there, standing on the edge between the destruction of a crushed opponent and himself, between light and dark. In his soul, the typhoon seemed to warp reality, cutting him off from communicating with the rest of the world, pulling him into his own abyss.

…

You ran down the street, panting. Your quick steps were lost in the deserted space, and the streetlights flickering overhead were like fireflies telling you where to go. Your lungs burned, but you couldn't stop, not now that you'd dared to run, when you had the chance. Your eyes filled with tears that rolled down your cheeks, seemingly against your will and you couldn't even explain why. Was it resentment at your stepfather for beating you? At your mother for not protecting you? From happiness that you would never come back to this house you called your own again? But salty drops rolled from your eyes in hail, covering your vision with a veil.

Your side stabbed, and you stopped, breathing hard. With your hands on your knees, you gulped for air, glancing around warily and straining to hear. You were like a hunted animal, ready to bolt at any moment.

The air was soaked with the scents of your surroundings, becoming more and more stifling. The smells of rubbish bins, mustiness and dampness wafted in. It all blended into one foul-smelling mass that haunted you like an insistent ghost.

Somewhere in the distance you heard the howling of police sirens, and you levelled yourself and held your breath, staring into the distance, trying to understand where the sound was coming from. It was unclear, but you didn't need to, you were already off and running, hoping to put the past behind you.

The unfamiliar streets changed one after another, not that you were watching where you were running, but even so you knew it was a completely unfamiliar neighbourhood.

The sounds of sirens drove you forward, adrenaline fuelling your heart rate and making you run faster and faster. You turned back while your legs carried you forward, and the moment you wanted to turn around, you crashed.

At first you felt like you hit a wall, but considering you didn't smash your forehead or break your nose, it was something much softer, but dense enough.

And then the 'wall' spoke.

"Hey, watch out…" A gruff male voice sharply bellowed.

You sitting on the pavement rubbed the spot on your face that you had hit the guy with, then looked up at him with a startled look. You blinked confusedly, like a doe in the headlight looking up at the figure far above you.

Wriothesley was standing at his bike, half-turned toward you, holding his black motorbike helmet in his hands, apparently ready to put it on, just until you slammed into him. His scowl and sharp look immediately softened as he realised who had made the attempt to knock him down.

Looking down at you, almost sitting in a puddle on the pavement, the guy stomped uncertainly from foot to foot. You were breathing heavily, staring unwaveringly at the guy in front of you. Worst-case scenarios were forming in your head despite the fact that despite his looks the guy didn't look like someone who could hurt you. Especially now that his gaze was noticeably softer.

Wriothesley silently put his helmet on the motorbike and bent over, silently offering you his hand. After a second's hesitation, you hesitantly reached out your wet palm toward the guy, and felt the gentle touch of his massive palm, which gripped yours tightly. Pulling you towards him, the guy almost brought you to your feet in one motion.

"You okay?" Wriothesley asked, looking at you carefully with his piercing blue eyes. His gaze lingered on the scar on your upper lip, then slid over the bruise that had just begun to fade, spreading from temple to eye. The boy returned to your frightened eyes, tactfully not mentioning the beating.

You wiped your palms of sweat and dirt on the back pockets of your jeans and shook your hair out of habit to at least hide a little of what your stepfather had adorned your face with.

"Fine," you muttered to yourself and in the silence that ensued, your stomach rumbled shrilly. You couldn't really remember the last time you'd eaten. I think it was… Friday? You'd visited a friend, where she'd treated you to pizza.

"Hungry?" Wriothesley cast a questioning look at you, picking up his helmet again. He had no intention of lingering any longer than this ridiculous situation demanded.

"No," you lied, wrapping your arms around yourself. Your stomach made a shrill sound again, actively protesting your lie. You awkwardly averted your eyes, away from the tall, and not to be hidden, handsome guy who was smirking.

"Suit yourself," Wriothesley shrugged, "I was going to take you to a roadside diner, but it's far enough away, but they make some great chops I'd sell my soul for," he tossed his head back dreamily, covering his eyes and smiling at the night sky, but then returned to his original position, "but I don't insist."

At the mere mention of food, your mouth filled with saliva, and you felt with every fibre of your soul that your stomach was about to explode with noise if you thought of refusing the invitation. Plus, the guy had mentioned that the place where you'd be eating was far enough away, which was exactly what you needed.

"You're not a serial killer, are you?" you raised an eyebrow and squinted your eyes.

"Depending on how many people you have to kill to be a serial?" the guy spoke with a frown on his eyebrows, giving his face as serious a look as possible. He was already pulling out a spare helmet before holding it out to you.

"Five times?" you surmised, accepting the item from the stranger's hands.

"Oh, no then," Wriothesley smiled a charming smile, after which he pulled on his helmet. You almost smiled, but quickly restrained yourself from the idea, after all that wasn't why you were here. Since that was the circumstances you could eat and get away, flirting didn't fit into that plan.

You put on your helmet, to which Wriothesley shook his head disapprovingly. He took a small step towards you, keeping his distance. His hands reached for the strap, which appeared to need tightening to make the helmet fit snugly on your head. Rough and strong, the guy's hands seemed almost made for destruction, but surprisingly Wriothesley's fingers, deftly and gently made a couple of quick manipulations tightening the strap just right. His every movement was precise and extremely careful not to damage anything. Your gaze caught a glimpse of battered knuckles with fresh bruises.

Not at all like a gentleman, Wriothesley acted purely masculine, offering you his hand and taking you onto his bike before getting on it himself.

"Hold on to me tight," the guy commanded as he put the key in the ignition.

In defiance, you moved further away from your unexpected driver. Then Wriothesley himself found your hands behind his back and put them around his waist.

"Hold on, I wasn't planning on scraping anyone off the pavement today."

After those words, only afterwards did you realise how much of a terrible and reckless venture this was.

…

As the waitress put the dishes you and Wriothesley had ordered earlier on the table, she glanced frowningly at you and the massive figure of the guy sitting on the other side of the table. You almost chuckled loudly, imagining what you looked like from the outside. A huge, compared to you guy with bloody knuckles and an obviously smashed face, and you, with a large bruise on the right side of your face.

"Is that it?" A full-bodied, stocky woman asked, placing a glass of juice in front of you.

Wriothesley threw you a questioning look, which you willfully ignored, waiting for you to start eating. Nodding to the woman the guy picked up the utensils and moved closer to the table.

A few minutes passed in silence. The space around you was filled with the sounds of the kitchen, the muffled singing of the radio, the occasional chatter of people sitting around you and the clinking of utensils on plates.

"Well," Wriothesley said, leaning back on the soft surface of the worn sofa. The boy watched intently as you happily devoured the chop you'd brought, which, by the way, tasted truly divine. "What would make such a young person go with a strange guy, not the most disposable looking, to the outskirts of town to eat at a roadside diner?"

You stopped chewing abruptly, almost choking on the meat that was still in your mouth. You sucked in air noisily through your nose, and with a loud clinking sound, you put the cutlery down on the white plate, which was smeared with the remnants of ketchup.

"Nothing," you snapped back sharply, taking your gaze away from the piercing eyes of the guy across from you, who was nonchalantly sipping the tea you'd just brought.

"Hmm," Wriothesley stretched out deep in thought, raising his bushy eyebrows, "let it be nothing, it's none of my business after all. And I think if I'd asked you what was wrong with your face, you'd have said you'd fallen."

"Yes," you said simply, throwing your hair forward deliberately, trying to hide your bruise.

Seeing how nervous you were, so as not to embarrass you any further Risley turned away to the large window that overlooked the road and was on the guy's left hand.

"Eat," Wriothesley commanded.

You would have liked to protest now, to throw the utensils away and defiantly refuse to eat, but you realised that you were in the wrong position now, and there was no telling when you would next be able to eat properly. So, a moment later, you took up your meal.

…

Standing on the porch of a roadside café you turned around for the tinkle of a bell, which jingled softly as Wriothesley stepped outside. He was walking towards you carrying a small box in front of him and as he neared you, the guy held it out to you.

"What's this?" You asked, looking sceptically at what the guy was holding out to you.

"It's a pie," Wriothesley replied simply, but with a smile, "thought you should try it." And after saying that, the guy forcefully shoved the box into your hesitantly unclenched fingers, and then went to his bike.

"Why are you doing this?" you blurted out, staring at Wriothesley 's broad back, covered in a leather jacket.

The guy was fiddling with something by his bike when he turned to you in surprise and gave you a strange look, examining you from head to toe. Turning back around, Wriothesley silently threw one of his legs over the bike and removed the footrest that the bike was leaning on so he wouldn't fall over. For a moment you thought you weren't going to get an answer, but the guy spoke up:

"I've been in tough situations," the guy put the key in the ignition, "but my advice to you is don't trust people just like that, they may have very different intentions."

The guy took his helmet and put it on his head before turning the key and the motorbike came to life, filling the quiet night street with noise.

"Thank you," you said loudly, trying to shout over the noise of the running engine, "for the pie," you shook the box you were holding, trying to squeeze out a pathetic semblance of a smile.

Because of the noise of the motorbike and the helmet, you couldn't make out the sound Wriothesley made, but from the slight shake of his shoulders and the way he shook his head from side to side, you assumed it was a chuckle.

Wriothesley stalled the bike again and took off his helmet.

"Do you have somewhere to go today?" The guy asked.

"I'll figure it out," you said, a little too playfully cheerful, "I've got this," you twirled the pie box in your hands again and twitched your eyebrows meaningfully. In truth, you didn't even have a rough plan of action and fear was spreading inside you. Your dream of leaving your home had come true, but as it turned out, you were completely unprepared for it.

"Sit down," the guy commanded, patting the seat behind you with his large palm.

You blinked in surprise and frowned.

"You just said not to trust people," you repeated, Wriothesley's words.

"Oh, sure, you can distrust me and stay in this lovely place. I think one of the helpful truckers will be sure to help you out," and without further hesitation, Wriothesley slipped his helmet on, preparing to turn the key in the ignition.

When you realised it, you took a quick step towards the bike, and a moment later you clumsily jumped on it, this time wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's waist more tightly.

…

As soon as you entered Wriothesley's flat, you had an immediate sense of comfort and ease. The studio flat of a typical bachelor is a small but cosy space where every detail reflects his personality and lifestyle. There were posters of bikes and bike parts hanging on one wall, fingerless biker gloves on a small table near the entrance and a worn helmet on the floor below that had clearly been in an accident.

The main room, which was the living room and bedroom at the same time, had an atmosphere of relaxation and freedom. A modern, large-screen TV took centre stage on the wall, with a PS 5 resting underneath. A comfortable sofa invited you to relax.

Noticing you looking round the room Wriothesley said:

"The curtains better not be open," the guy glanced sadly at the spot where in all likelihood there should have been a window, "the view is awful."

"It can't be worse than what I've seen every day," she mumbled peering into the small kitchen. You weren't at all surprised to see there, a mountain of dirty dishes, and a few fast food boxes that stood on the table.

"Here," you heard behind you and turned around. The guy stood holding out what appeared to be his own black t-shirt to you, "you can change in the bathroom," Wriothesley pointed to a room you hadn't even noticed initially.

You took the t-shirt from Wriothesley and went into the bathroom. It was small and narrow, but clean and tidy. After changing quickly you went out into the living room. Wriothesley was sitting on the sofa staring at the TV, he turned to you as soon as you spoke.

"Thanks," you said, "I feel much better."

The guy nodded and leaned back on the back of the couch and covered his eyes. You tightened your lips as you looked around the room, shifting from heel to toe in indecision. Biting the inside of your cheek, you softly treaded the cool floor with your bare feet and moved towards the boy.

Wriothesley sat in silence with his legs spread wide. From the outside you might have thought he was dozing. His chest rose and fell with his breathing, and his manly face remained impenetrable and peaceful.

You slowly approached the guy who was sprawled serenely on the couch. Your heart was beating hot rhythms, doubt and indecision enveloped your thoughts. Finally, you made up your mind and sat down on his attractive thighs, resting your palms on Wriothesley's firm breasts, the relief of which could be easily felt through the thin fabric of the burgundy longsleeve. A moment, full of tension, hung in the air as you leaned forward awkwardly, aiming for the guy's neck, emitting a pleasant and seductive male scent. Your breath shook and trembled as you touched your lips to Wriothesley's skin boldly kissing him.

He, feeling pleasantly confused, spoke in an unexpectedly soft voice without moving or opening his eyes.

"What exactly are you doing right now?"

You moved away from the guy's neck, and sat up straight dropping your gaze to your hands, which you rubbed your fingers with in embarrassment. Wriothesley returned his head to its normal position, he looked at you with an expressionless stare waiting for your answer.

"I… I…" you mumbled, picking at your fingernail, "I have nothing to repay you for your kindness except… Well, except," you sighed hesitantly raising your gaze to the ice-coloured eyes that were studying you, "well, you know."

"Thank you, that was enough," Wriothesley replied tilting his head to the side. He frowned, and then jerked forwards, and you almost fell backwards away from him, but Wriothesley swiftly picked you up under the armpits and set you on the floor as if you weighed nothing. "You can take my bed," the guy nodded towards the large, and seemingly soft bed.

"I'm not comfortable…" You started, but the guy shook his head.

"I often get insomnia," Wriothesley explained, "and the TV lulls me to sleep quite well, I don't use the bed much for sleeping."

"Oh…" You said grimacing and casting a wary glance at the bed.

"God," Wriothesley rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, "I wasn't talking about what you were thinking, I…", but after a half-word, the boy exhaled tiredly, "I've had a hell of a day and a hell of an evening, so lie on the floor, I don't care, I'm taking the couch."

With those words Wriothesley walked around you and made his way to the bathroom, from where the sound of the shower running could be heard a few minutes later. You took another look around the guy's small but cosy flat. And it clicked in your head how much had happened tonight and how you'd ended up here. Fed, clean, wearing a stranger's nice-smelling T-shirt that reached almost to your knees, and you were going to spend the night in a soft, big bed, in which you would be alone! Where did you get your karma so cleansed that you were so lucky? Even if it was just for one night.

You almost jumped on the spot, clenching your fists and opening your mouth in a silent squeal of joy, shaking your head a few times, then glancing around warily to see if Wriothesley had noticed. But the water in the bathroom continued to rumble, and with that accompaniment you walked towards the bed.

…

You were mindlessly flipping through the news feed on your phone, completely immersed in the virtual world. Completely confused in your thoughts and absorbing every line, you did not notice anything around you.

Opening the door of the cramped bathroom, a tall and exceptionally athletic guy in only black boxers walked into the living room. Visibly trim, with an engaging physique, Wriothesley walked over to the wardrobe. Of course you couldn't help but pay attention to what was happening right in front of you, and as the guy got ready for bed, you studied his body from a distance.

The scars. How many were there. You were creepily curious about where they came from, but you couldn't afford to ask about anything in person, despite the fact that technically, you were now lying in Wriothesley 's bed.

He was silently getting ready for bed, ready to fall asleep on the cosy couch. The determination was readable on the guy's face, in his eyes, in every muscle tense from being trained. You couldn't take your eyes off this manly sight, watching Wriothesley 's every move with a sense of awe.

"I'll charge you," the guy said with a cheerful note, tossing a pillow, and a blanket onto the couch.

"What?" You asked, coming out of your trance.

"If you keep staring like that, I'm going to charge you for such a barbaric use of my gorgeous body."

You opened your mouth silently, not knowing how to respond to this ridiculous accusation. Did you really stare that hard?

Wriothesley smirked at your reaction, and noisily collapsed onto the couch, making himself comfortable. After a moment, he switched on the TV and turned the sound as quietly as possible, so he could hear you without disturbing you. You put the phone away, and seemed to fall asleep almost immediately.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley

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Fixing Tracy -- Outside

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The moment Tracy wakes up, she remembers what Molly promised yesterday. She's going to be allowed outside!

She gets dressed quickly, trying to balance picking lightweight clothes with picking clothes that have enough pockets to stick in a bunch of the snacks she hid around her room. She’s getting out today.

She doesn’t know exactly what the weather will be like, but she can tell through the frosted windows that it’s sunny and not raining. She knows nothing about what's outside, but she can assume it's fairly isolated, or else Molly wouldn't be so willing to let her out. She wears some sturdy running shoes, prepared for a long journey.

She wears a jacket, too. It'll probably be warm out, but it gives her extra pockets. Plus, if there's an electric fence or something, maybe she can use the fabric as a buffer between her and it? She's not sure how that stuff works. Maybe she could try to wear thick clothing to protect herself from the cattle prods… or maybe that would just encourage Molly to aim for her face. She hasn't found any goggles down here, so she'd have to either cover her face and blind herself, making stealing the cattle prods or keys very difficult, or risk Molly shocking her face, which doesn't sound pleasant at all. And she doesn't even know if fabric actually stops electricity. She knows it doesn't conduct it, but would that mean no shock at all? Well, at least if she does encounter an electric fence it won't fight back like Molly would. If fabric doesn't work, she'll figure something out.

She does some stretching, since she'll probably need to run and/or climb to get away, and to ensure that she has a full range of movement in the clothes she picked. She continues stretching near the basement door until Molly finally opens it.

"Oh, you're all ready! That's great. You seem pretty excited… I should've offered to let you outside a while ago. I know you don't like me apologizing, but, uh… yeah."

She's sorry for not offering to let Tracy outside, but not for kidnapping her. Tracy clenches her teeth. "Can we go right now? Or were you wanting to wait until lunch or something?"

“We can go now. I prepped the food last night, it's just waiting in the fridge upstairs. But first, let’s talk about how this is going to go, dear. I can’t let you go back to all of that stress you had before, and I don't want you to have to worry about choosing between that and here, so we need to arrange a way to make sure you can't run off. I think that just cuffing your ankles together should be sufficient, is that okay with you?"

"Obviously not, why do you ask questions like that?"

"...The real question is… are you willing to have your ankles cuffed together in order to go outside? Because if not, I can't let you go outside."

Tracy was really hoping that Molly's only plan to keep her while they were outside was some kind of fence, but of course it can't be that easy. Still, she can't just give up her chance to go outside. "...fine."

Molly smiles. "Thank you for being so understanding." She takes handcuffs out of her pocket, crouches, and locks them around Tracy's ankles. "One other thing: we're kind of out in the middle of nowhere, and there are a few animals that make sounds that sound like human screams. So it's fine if you scream outside. Those animals don't sound like humans screaming words, though, so if you're screaming words I'll have to gag you, since this is technically illegal and I don't want anyone to take you back to the life you had before." She gets back up.

"Technically– fine, yeah, whatever." She'd already given up on the idea of getting outside help, anyway.

"Are the cuffs too tight? I can only loosen them so much, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable. Maybe we could figure out a way to put some padding on them?"

"They're fine right now." If she complains about it once they're already outside, maybe Molly will have to take off the cuffs to pad them, giving Tracy a chance to run.

"Perfect! Give me one second…" Molly runs back up the stairs and unlocks the top door, using a key on a string around her neck.

Tracy's eyes widen. She knows where both keys are kept, now. One in Molly's pocket, and one around her neck. If she fails at escaping today, at least she'll have learned that. That could be useful, right? Like, if she managed to knock Molly out, she wouldn't have to search her for the keys, since she knows where both of them are.

Molly runs back down the stairs.

"Are you okay with me carrying you? You could, theoretically, crawl up the stairs if you wanted, so you can say no and still go outside if you want."

Crawling up the stairs with her ankles cuffed together would be equally humiliating to being carried, but being carried would be faster. "...you can carry me."

Molly scoops Tracy into a bridal carry and heads up the stairs.

Once they're upstairs, Molly carries Tracy through a living room into a kitchen. The decor is very similar to the basement, and it looks like it's been recently cleaned. There are lots of connected shelves with nothing on them on the walls, and a cat tree in the corner of the living room.

"Do you have a cat?"

"No."

Molly sets Tracy down in the kitchen and gets a picnic basket out of the fridge. She sets it on the kitchen table next to a folded blanket with some bottles on it.

"I assume you won't want help applying sunscreen." Molly passes Tracy one of the bottles.

Putting sunscreen on just for a picnic is… weird, but Tracy applies it to her face and neck without complaint and hands the bottle back to Molly. Molly applies the sunscreen to herself as well.

"Did you… used to have a cat?" Maybe this conversation will lead to useful information, somehow.

"Yes. Hm… we should go outside to apply the bug spray."

Molly opens a door that leads outside, then gathers up the picnic basket, blanket, and bottles into her arms and heads out. Tracy follows slowly, being careful not to trip on the cuffs around her ankles.

Molly spreads out the blanket and sets the basket and sunscreen on it. She shakes the bottle of bug spray, applies it to herself, and then passes it to Tracy, who does the same.

"Do you wear sunscreen and bug spray every time you go outside?" Tracy asks.

Molly sets the bottles aside, sits down on the blanket, and starts taking food out of the basket. "I probably should. Really I just don't want you to suffer unnecessarily, and a sunburn or bug bite would do that. Come here, sit down."

Tracy sighs, not bothering to argue that being kidnapped is suffering unnecessarily. They've already had that discussion many times, but Molly remains resolute in her conviction that it causes less suffering than normal life.

She definitely does not want to sit down, it'll be very hard to get back up if she does. Well, she's outside, she might as well try to get Molly to take the cuffs off. "...my ankles really hurt. I didn't realize how much worse walking was going to make it… I'm afraid I'll hurt myself if I try to sit down."

"Oh no!" Deep concern etches into Molly's face. "Let's go inside and take a look, I'll see what I can do. Is it okay if I carry you again? I don't want you to hurt your ankles more."

Inside is better than nothing. As long as she can convince Molly to take the cuffs off, she can run and get away. "...Fine."

Molly scoops Tracy up again and heads right back inside. She's a lot stronger than her frame suggests, which worries Tracy a bit.

Molly takes Tracy into the living room and sets her down on the couch. "Let's see…" she crouches and inspects Tracy's ankles. "They look okay, especially with your socks between your skin and the cuffs. It hurts to walk, you said? And you think it'll hurt to try and sit yourself down? Maybe I can just carry you everywhere until we go back downstairs, how does that sound?"

"It really hurts, could you please pad them like you said earlier?"

Molly sighs and gets back up. "I'd have to put you in the basement while I tried to figure something out, whether that's padding these cuffs or going to buy padded cuffs, and we'd have to wait a bit for the picnic. Do you want that, or do you want to go back outside now?"

She knows. Of course she knows, it's not like it's that hard to figure out Tracy's intentions. "...Let's go back outside."

She can still figure something out. If Molly is distracted long enough, maybe Tracy could crawl away? That might be faster than trying to walk. Molly picks Tracy back up and takes her outside, setting her down gently on the blanket.

"I've got some sandwiches, some salads, some fruit, some drinks… what do you want?"

All Tracy can see for miles are trees and Molly's house. Maybe if she managed to get away while Molly was distracted, she could hide somewhere, and then start the actual journey when Molly gave up looking for her. She'll never get away if Molly is right behind her, and crawling through the woods would be too slow and too loud to do while Molly's actively looking, but hiding might work…

"...Tracy? Are you hungry?"

"Um… yeah, sorry." Tracy takes a sandwich and starts to eat it slowly. She just needs a way to distract Molly…

There's nothing. She can't even come up with any ideas because there's nothing that could possibly distract Molly from the picnic long enough for Tracy to find somewhere to hide. Maybe if she manages to knock her out? But Molly would just get her with the cattle prod and restrain her…

She blinks back tears as she eats. She's so close. There are no locked doors in her way. There’s got to be a way out that she just hasn’t thought of yet.

“Do you like it?”

“Huh?”

“The sandwich. Do you like it?”

“Oh… yeah, Molly, I like it. You’re a good cook.”

Molly beams. “Thank you! You’re so sweet.”

There has to be a way out. There has to be, but Tracy looks and looks and can't think of anything. Is the food drugged? Or is she just stupid??

"Tracy." Molly's voice is gentle. "There isn't a way for you to get away. You haven't missed anything, there's just nothing to miss. You are never going to be able to leave. The outcome will be the same whether you spend the picnic frantically trying to think of a way to escape or just enjoy it, so why don't you just enjoy it?"

Tracy can't hold back her tears anymore. "Why can't you just believe me that I want to go home??"

"Because you don't. You want to not feel like you've abandoned your responsibilities, and eventually you'll feel that way here."

"You're not a mind reader! You don't know me at all, you just have this imaginary Tracy in your head!"

"It doesn't take a mind reader to know that no one really wants to go back to an abusive environment."

"It's not– And even if it was! This is an abusive environment, Molly!"

"I know you feel that way, and I wish it didn't have to be like this, but you'll understand as you heal."

Tracy sobs. Why does she even try? Molly's right– the outcome will always be the same. They'll have the same argument over and over again until Tracy learns not to start it anymore.

"Would you like a hug, dear?"

She would like a hug, but not from Molly. She shakes her head.

"Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?"

There's no point to arguing. Tracy eats more of her sandwich. "The cat you used to have… what happened?"

Molly raises her eyebrows. "Why are you so fixated on this?"

"It's not like I have a lot of other topics of conversation," Tracy grumbles.

"Hmm… well, it's not a very interesting story. Her name was Marcy, she was a rescue, I took care of her, and then she died." Her voice is strained. "I haven't put away her stuff because I like the reminder of her. I like that she can still be a part of my home, if she can't be a part of my life anymore. That's all. So, other conversation topics… what would you do in a zombie apocalypse?"

Tracy eats some fruit. "Protect my sister."

"What else?"

"I don't know, whatever she wanted to do."

They listen to the birds chirp for a bit, before Molly breaks the silence. "...do you want to play Uno?"

Tracy agrees, and Molly takes the card game out of the basket. They make their way through the prepared food and play Uno, mostly without conversation. It's nice. Tracy didn't realize how much she missed sunshine and fresh air.

When the food is gone, Molly starts to pack things back into the basket. "That was nice, wasn't it? We should try to do this often, especially while the weather is so good."

Tracy reaches out to stop her. "Please, I don't want to go inside yet." She needs more time, she's so close to figuring out a way to escape. "Please, Molly, you said you want me to be happy."

Molly tears up. "Of course I do. I… we can stay out here as long as you want. I'm glad you feel safe asking me for things."

Tracy sighs, but doesn't try to argue. She… does feel safe asking Molly for things. Even if the answer is no, Molly isn't going to hurt her or get angry. Molly is very predictable, really. She'll never agree that Tracy should be able to go home, she'll always have a plan for whatever Tracy comes up with, she'll only hurt Tracy if she's a 'danger to herself or others,' and she'll always want Tracy to be happy, even if she's very wrong about how to do that.

Her consistency drives Tracy crazy, makes her feel like she's not being listened to, makes her feel hopeless and alone, but… Tracy can't deny there's also a safety in it.

Something is seriously wrong with her, that she can feel safe around someone who stalked and kidnapped her, but what else is she supposed to do? Be afraid all the time? It's… it's better anyway, that she feels safe. Being afraid makes it harder to think logically.

But even feeling safe, she can't think of any way to get away. She sits quietly for quite a while, mulling it over, but nothing comes up.

Molly said they'd do this again. Maybe Molly will start to let her guard down the more times they do it? Maybe, knowing what to expect, Tracy can prepare a way to deal with the cuffs next time… She has a lot more options if she waits just a little longer.

"...okay. I'm ready to go back inside. Thank you."

Tag list: @whumpyourdamnpears @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees

#i'm not sure if this makes no sense or if I'm just struggling to reread it because of brain fog...#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whumpee #carewhumper #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #captivity tw #really annoying whumper tw #gaslighting tw #fixing tracy

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simpforchuchu · 2 years ago

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Uhh maybe Tsukasa version of the drunk s/o with Fujio

Takajo Tsukasa x drunk reader | Hcs

a/n: Hii! Here is your request, i hope you like it 🤗💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

• Tsukasa is definitely not a lightweight drinker

• So he has no problem with alcohol.

• But he prefers it only on special days or celebrations.

• Booked a place at a fancy restaurant for your anniversary and suprised you

• You look so beautiful in your sweet dress that he already feels dizzy...

• A sweet kiss, a warm hug, little gifts and let the night begin!

• He has ordered both of your favorite wines and is admiring you.

• Even the little things you tell him about your day make him happy, he wants to know everything that makes you smile :')

• And yes, he knows how fast you drink the glasses

• He's not drunk but when he look at the color of your cheeks he's sure you're drunk

• "That's enough honey"

• when you chuckle and shake your head at what he just said, he just wants to kiss you

• "I'm not brave enough for some things yet."

• You think he hasn't heard, but he certainly did.

• He'll grin and shake his head

• He absolutely loves your wine-red cheeks.

• He usually has a calm personality.But you can go crazy with him as much as you want.

• he loves you for who you are

• Your shameless words just make him laugh, he knows you'll be embarrassed when you remember them

• Not only is he admiring you, he'll smile when you put your chin in your hand and watch him

• "Why are you looking at me like this?"

• "You're so beautiful, you know that right?"

• Oh god, a little cute blush will appear on his face but ofc he won't admit it

• Lots of you teasing him and he smiles

• But now it's time to go home, he knows you're sleepy

• You were holding his hand tightly, he knows you're more clingy than usual and he likes it

• When you came out, it had started to rain lightly.

• Although he wanted to take a taxi, you refused and said you wanted to walk.

• He's worried about you getting sick, so he took off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders.

• He chuckled and smiled as you placed your hands on his shoulders and he gently placed his hand on your cheek and gave you a sweet kiss.

• Was hoping you'd make it home with no problems but no, it's raining and this romantic night must go on

• He silently listened to you as you started humming a song sweetly, and he too was smiling broadly as you waved your hands through the empty streets.

• He got another shock when you suddenly turned to him and said "let's dance"

• His warm hands on your waist and his admiring face

• A sweet little dance and your voice...

• You definitely don't care about your wet and messy hair.

• He doesn't want this moment to ever end

• But however, after a while he stopped you and said you had to go home

• Everything was funnier when you came home

• Lots of kisses and naughty thoughts

• He likes your flirty side but you're drunk so he'll have to hold back everything

• He'll hold your hand and help you dry your hair in the bathroom and put on your pajamas.

• When you both get under the blanket, he will pull you close to him and play with your hair.

• "You're not gonna sleep, are you?"

• He chuckled as you shook your head quickly and placed a kiss on your hair.

• "Tsukasa-kun?"

• "Hmm?"

• "Did you like what you saw while dressing my pajamas?"

• He will sigh and laugh when you ask with a grin.

• He will scold with a fake anger and smile.

• "If you don't sleep now, I won't be buying you those strawberry shortcakes I bought you again."

• Aghh of course he's lying, he can't miss seeing your happy face as you were eating them...

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx

#high and low #high&low #high and low fic #hnl #high and low the worst #high and low the worst x #oya high #oyakoh #oya high school #takajo tsukasa x reader #takajo tsukasa #tsukasa takajo x reader #tsukasa takajo #tsukasa x reader #tsukasa fanfiction #high n low #high and low x reader #chuchufics

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distant--shadow · 8 months ago

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there are yellows on yellows and greens on greens

merges goarse flowers' and daffodils' seams

patterning a quilt or a lightweight spring jacket

for a fox in the gutter twisted at the hip

wearing its intestines like a scarf

reds on reds on greys on drains

at another park

I make myself a temporary public sculpture next to the path

church hall disco fog machine nostrils billowing

coat the pond where a swan builds her nest

out of reeds and organ pipe cleaners and a string vest

by the north sea

in the harbour workers with cigarettes frankenstein fishing nets

I photographed, saltwatered and nicotined holding my breath

and between deaf ears sits mother's inebriated mouth

rehearses apologies around teeth that want to fall out

back at home

standing on a samaritans' bridge

my weather report is relayed from the motorway underpass

broadcasts a yellow rain warning in yellow LEDs

lands on oxidised burnt umbers and crusty eroding chromes

blends into one paint stroke as my eyes water

father mother son daughter

you always get the word wrong

empty cans crossing the road a family of ducks

mother (father) (daughter) son

cheep cheep cheap chin wag swan song

pressure washes the pavement with the acid inside my stomach

red lorry yellow lolly (you always get the word wrong)

into the gutter

mono tone

#notebook musings

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hikercarl · 2 months ago

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Day Hiking vs. Backpacking: Which Adventure is Right for You?

Discover the key differences between day hiking and backpacking to choose your ideal outdoor adventure. Explore gear, planning, and experiences for each.

Outdoor lovers often talk about day hiking versus backpacking. Both let you explore nature, but they’re different in many ways. The main differences are in how long you go, what gear you need, how easy it is to get there, how hard it is, and how much time you have. Knowing these differences helps you pick the right adventure for you. It depends on what you like, how fit you are, and how much…

#accessibility #backpacking #backpacking trips #compass #day hiking #deep forests #fitness level #hiking boots #lightweight rain jacket #national parks #skill levels #sleeping bags #snacks #trekking poles #weather-appropriate clothing

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forlorn-crows · 1 year ago

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here’s a bit of silly dirt boy and fishy ramblings <3

mountain and rain head out for a hike date in which mountain hopes to get into lil heavy petting on the bank of a body of water he found the other day with the most gorgeous little water fall he’s ever seen

but when they get there rain pulls a lil ziploc out of his jacket and oh shit he brought a joint and that would be great, it is great- but the problem is they both always forget how much of a lightweight mountain is

and mountain has to abandon his hookup scheme because he’s too busy giggling at the way rain runs his cold fingers over his skin and rain can’t stop touching and tickling when mountain laughs such a pretty lil laugh

they spend a of couple hours and by the end of it they’re chilly, sleepy and damp with mist with only a handful of pecks on rain’s cool cheeks to show for it. but that’s okay because mountain will be sobered up by the time they make it back to the abbey and he can show rain how much he loves him in the comfort of his warm bed. make up for all the missed touches and kisses and then some :3

crim. crIMMM. you know me too well. and rain's so enamored by how cute mountain is, that crooked, boyish smile that shows off his chipped fang, looking at rain like he hung the moon.

he's all pouty bc he's like 'm too high, wanted t' touch you, but m' hands 're useless' and telling rain how pretty he is every two seconds bc the light refracting off the waterfall makes a halo around rain's dark hair and wow he looks like a painting

and they're walking back and rain makes a comment like 'so what was that you wanted to actually do after taking me to a secluded location?' and mountain smiles deviously and scoops rain up and brings him to his bed. hovers over him and now its rains turn to giggle

#RRRRR THEM #crow caws #crim

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atticesoterica · 4 months ago

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: INC International Concepts Women's Petite Barbie Pink Trench Jacket/Rain Coat.

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typingtess · 6 months ago

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NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch: “Blood Bank”

The basics: A shootout on a yacht owned by Arkady Kolcheck gets NCIS’s attention.

Written by: Samantha Chasse co-wrote "Kill Beale Vol. 1" and wrote "Impostor Syndrome" and “Murmuration”.

Directed by: Benny Boom directed "Ghost Gun", "767", "Fool Me Twice", "Pro Se", "Hail Mary", “Groundwork” and “Perception”.

Guest stars of note: Duncan Campbell returns as NCIS Special Agent Castor from “Let It Burn”, Vyto Ruginis joins season 14 as Arkady Kolcheck. Matty Cardarople returns as Danny, who sold pastries in season 10’s “Into the Breach” and computer supplies in “Imposter Syndrome” in season 12,. Kathleen Garrett as Miraslava Borisova, Dalia Rooni as Riffat Murad, Nikolay Moss as Kostas Orlov, Jonathan Kells Phillips as Rupert Richardson and Emily Morales-Cabrera as Assistant

Our heroes: Deal with more Russian nonsense.

What important things did we learn about: Callen: Giving a deposition. Sam: Running a taskforce. Kensi: Nancy Drew on the boat. Deeks: Swedish nobility. Fatima: Late. Rountree: Bodyguard. Kilbride: Appalled by Arkady’s safe house.

What not so important things did we learn about: Callen: Now working on Sam’s taskforce. Sam: Absent. Kensi: Wields a mean serving tray. Deeks: Wields a mean sword. Fatima: Coffee fan. Rountree: Lost the excuse book. Kilbride: Found the excuse book.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange? Not a mention, though I bet she knew Mira Borisova.

Who's down with OTP: Kensi dropped her “Mom Tone” when she had to separate Arkady and Mira Borisova. Kensi and Deeks were fine.

Who's down with BrOTP: Fatima and Rountree have plans for covering for each other. Fatima made a friend waiting for coffee.

Fashion review: Callen wears a dark blue, long-sleeve tee. Kensi has on an oatmeal pullover sweater that probably looked better in person than on the TV. Deeks started the episode in a pale pink tee before wearing his Swedish Nobleman blue suit. A red quarter-zip for Fatima. Rountree started the episode with a black tee and what looked like a blue lightweight rain jacket before wearing his all black bodyguard gear. Tell me if you’ve heard this before – blue suit, pale blue dress shirt, medium blue tie for the Admiral. He also wears a trench coat and looks fantastic.

Music: "Makaha” by the Tikiyaki Orchestra is playing in the bar when the Admiral arrives to rescue Arkady. Deeks and Arkady walk into the auction house with “Rasputin” by Boney M. playing. A bit of the “Titanic” soundtrack pops up at the end.

Any notable cut scene: Not today.

Quote: Arkady: “Grisha?”

Kilbride: “Guess again. What sort of a moron decides to make a safe house from...whatever this place is?”

Arkady: “Am I alive?”

Kilbride: “Judging by the looks of this table, barely.”

Arkady: “Listen, a Russian would not look for another Russian in a bar that serves rum-based drinks. It is a brilliant and delicious plan.”

An Arkady-Kilbride spinoff would have worked.

Anything else: On a yacht, a Russian woman is showing off the 43rd of the Czar’s Fabergé Eggs to buyers. There are only 42 known eggs, she has the 43rd which “no longer exists, yet, there it is.” She is looking for $7 million for the egg.

She wants to share champagne with her buyers but when she calls for one of her yacht staffers to bring a bottle, there is no answer. The buyer and his bodyguard pull out guns and shoot the woman and her security staff. They race off with the egg.

The woman, however, is not dead. The large necklace she wore acted as a bulletproof vest.

Walking into the office, Kensi and Deeks are debating Rosa watching a dating reality show. Kensi assures Deeks that Rosa knows the show isn’t real. This is news to Deeks, who thinks the program is real. The two debate the contestants, including a “meatball specialist”. A very amped up Rountree joins them, asking about going into the burn room. Since it is 9AM on a Monday, neither Kensi or Deeks have a reason to do any early week burning. Rountree tries to exit but is forced to explain the notebook he shares with Fatima. It is a track of their excuses for when they are late. “It’s the only way we can keep our stories straight!”

Kensi mentions texting each other but Rountree thinks Kilbride would find a digital trail. Fatima is late and he’s not sure what the excuse of the day will be. And he needs that right now since Kilbride is looking for Fatima. Rountree starts with a car appointment but that would mean Fatima scheduled it during work hours, angering Kilbride. He changes to medical appointment but that worries Kilbride. Suddenly Fatima has a dog – for an undercover operative, Rountree is bad at this. And the dog was hit by a car. Kensi and Deeks offer thoughts and prayers.

Fatima, however, is getting coffee. Fatima chats with a woman waiting for coffee. Riffat works for an agency finding housing for refugees from Afghanistan. After trouble with the barista, Fatima is on her way.

Kilbride walks into an empty Ops, except for Rountree. Based on the case that just arrived, Rountree wanted to do the debrief alone. Two Russians were found dead on a yacht in Marina del Ray. Demetri Fedrov and Simeon Babanin, former Russian military and now with the Wagner Group, are persons of interest in moving cultural and historical pieces of art. The boat, the Diamond of the Ocean, belongs to Arkady Kolcheck. “Why am I not surprised?”

Kensi and Deeks enter Ops with news that Arkady was attacked. They know nothing about what happened on the boat the way Rountree and the Admiral know nothing about the attack on Arkady. There is a “Who’s on First” vibe going on. Arkady was attacked at his house that morning but was able to move to a safe house. He contacted Callen, who wants Kensi and Deeks to ping Arkady’s burner phone. Callen is giving a deposition so he’s unavailable.

Deeks thought Arkady was out of the spy business but Kensi thinks it could be his past causing Arkady trouble. The Admiral isn’t so sure that Arkady is out of the spy business. Rountree offers to call Callen but the Admiral is going to find Arkady himself.

In a Tiki bar, a rather overserved Arkady is looking for “Grisha” but gets Kilbride instead. Kilbride is wondering what kind of “moron” makes a Tiki bar a safehouse. Arkady is wondering if he is alive. Explaining himself, Arkady tells Kilbride that a Russian would not look for a Russian in a place that serves rum-based drinks. “It is a brilliant and delicious plan.”

Ignoring what has led the two of them to “this idiotic moment”, Kilbride wants to know what happened. Leaving his house that morning, two men with guns came up to Arkady’s car. He high-tailed it out of there, running over one of the gunmen’s feet. Kilbride asks if that’s what caused the shooting on Arkady’s boat. Arkady is confused, he hasn’t owned a boat for 40-years. “Must be another Arkady Kolcheck.” Saying he is just a typical ex-KGB Agent who defected to America, “who could want me dead?”

On the maybe not Arkady’s yacht, the original thought is murder-suicide. Looking at the lack of blood spatter behind one body and the way the blood pooled, Kensi thinks this is a set-up. The investigation says there was no video but that doesn’t make sense. A boat this big and fancy would have security cameras, according to Kensi/Nancy Drew. Deeks tries a mirror but it is one way, not two. Kensi found a camera in the smoke detector – “Nancy Drew you did it again.”

In the boat shed, Arkady is finishing a call with Anna as Callen pours some coffee. Arkady isn’t a fan of the boat shed because it smells like a crab shack. His safe house has blended drinks. On the plasma screen, Rountree and an arriving Fatima have the footage from the camera Kensi found. Most of the footage is useless, it was over there table where the Russian woman was showing the egg. The woman, however, drags herself into the camera’s range. Fatima has facial rec but Arkady already knows – “Mira.” And he claims to know her biblically.

Mira is Miraslava Borisova, a Moscow museum curator turned black market antiquities dealer. With Borisova’s access, Arkady was able to put her in contact with people interested in buying what she could provide. But that was 40-years ago. Callen wants Arkady to set up a meeting.

Outside of a fancy hotel in Beverly Hills, Callen is surprised Borisova would hide in such a public place. Being a well dress, wealthy woman, Arkady thinks she’d fit right in. He’s a bit nervous about reuniting with Borisova. Callen offers some advice and help but Arkady remind him that he was doing this before Callen was born. The roach coach is now a plumbing company van with Kensi and Deeks inside with a lot of surveillance equipment. Callen tells them that Arkady dated Borisova before he met Anna’s mother.

Rapping on the door, Arkady finds it opened. He calls for Borisova as he walks inside. She has a rather heavy coffee table book and starts beating him with it. Callen asks Kensi and Deeks what’s going on and they’re not sure. Back in the room, Borisova is furious that Arkady finally calls and it the day she was almost killed. To get her attention, Arkady pops her with a couch decorative pillow. She returns the favor.

Kensi yells that “they’re fighting” – Borisova thinks Arkady set her up in Malta and set her up today – while Deeks is enjoying the “geriatric WWE”. Kensi wonders if they should go in. Callen isn’t sure. Deeks brings up the time Arkady made them de-booby-trap his car because Arkady couldn’t remember how he booby-trapped it. Kensi brings up a failed mission in Chechnya. Callen talks about Arkady cursing his engagement to Anna. They’re going to let Arkady and Borisova work things out for a while.

After Borisova picks up the luggage rack, getting NCIS’s attention, Arkady threatens to remove the tag from a rare Beanie Baby. When he does, Borisova really starts knocking him around. Callen, Kensi and Deeks walk into the hotel room just as Arkady goes flying.

Near Ops, Fatima runs into the Admiral while she tried to evade him. She apologizes for her tardiness. Fatima tells him her dog is doing well. The Admiral, a dog lover, wants her to bring in the dog as he recovers. In fact, he insists.

In Ops, Rountree apologizes for freaking out and going with the dog. Fatima is more concerned about finding a dog. On the big screen, Kensi and Deeks are in the boat shed. Rountree identified the missing object from the yacht – it is one of eight missing decorative eggs, made for the Russian royal family. While killing Borisova to steal the egg makes sense, why go after Arkady? Fatima sends a picture of the egg to Callen, who is interrogating Mira. Arkady is on the back deck in a time out.

Callen shows Borisova the egg. She plays dumb but knows she’s been caught. Callen asks why was the boat registered to Arkady. Again, Borisova plays dumb until Callen says he’s going to turn the yacht over to the DOJ. They have a special taskforce that confiscates Russian belongings. After explaining it is her boat, Borisova tells Callen that she has put Arkady’s name on everything she’s bought – from condos in Cape Town to safe deposit boxes. For all the world knows, they’ve been partners in crime for 40-years. It is the perfect revenge – “petty but effective.”

Bringing up the attack on Arkady, Callen believes someone going after Borisova tried to kill Arkady as part of her fake partnership. Since the men who robbed her thinks she dead, she’s not interested in talking. Callen is – the men are still after Arkady and it is Borisova’s fault.

The men on the yacht were new clients and vetted by an auction house. Callen is surprised – why would an auction house be involved. Antiquities have to be stored carefully not in a storage locker rented by the month. The only people who knew about the sale were the auction house, buyers and the seller, Alexey Pasternik. Pasternik was motivated – he wanted the sale. Moving the item quicky meant selling at a discount. And that means he’s the problem.

Alexey Pasternik died three-days earlier. He “threw himself” from a 12-floor condo by going through the window. A suspicious death. Fatima has a map of billionaires like Pasternik who left Russia days before the Ukraine invasion. More than half are dead.

Callen tells Borisova about Pasternik’s untimely fall. She tries to joke about the Russian national bird being a flightless bird because of all the falling Russians. Callen wants to know what Pasternik was trying to get away from. Borisova explains that the billionaires had their loyalty bought by the Russian government. Lots of money was given to these people and now with the sanctions causing financial pain in Russia, the government wants the money back.

The government was hiding their wealth with the billionaires – they are blood banks. Since the government was not happy with the way Borisova was selling off the assets, they went after her and her partner, Arkady.

Doing a ton of exposition, Deeks explains that the money given to the billionaires to invest and spend was reclaimable. Once the billionaire dies, the money goes back to Russia. All the murders of the billionaires all over the world was to get back the money. “This is so much bigger than we thought.”

In his office, Kilbride tells Kensi and Deeks on his smaller plasma screen that the DOJ will not be cooperating with NCIS. With tactical nukes on the table, NCIS has to be involved in a discreet investigation. An investigation without Callen, since he is joining Sam’s joint task force. It is Kensi, Deeks, Fatima and Rountree on this one.

Since they don’t know the gunmen or how to smoke them out, Deeks thinks they should approach the auction house since the auction house still thinks Borisova and Arkady are in business together. Arkady could approach the auction house to get an item and the insider in the auction house could tip off the gunmen.

Borisova is willing to help but only if she’s running things. The auction house will have rules for wealthy clients and a well-dressed Deeks – fancy suit, tie, and a medal of some sort around his neck – is just that client as Swedish nobility. She reminds everyone that the auction house protects objects, not people. The fire suppression system removes all the oxygen in a room to stop a fire. If there is a person there, well, that’s a problem for the person. For her cooperation, Borisova wants a second chance.

Dressing in the boat shed restroom, Borisova brings Arkady a special suit. He apologizes for leaving her in Malta. She sort of does the same with today’s assassination attempt. “Let’s just call us even.”

Walking into the auction house wearing a tan three-piece suit, a light blue dress shirt and a red paisley tie, Arkady introduces himself to the woman in the reception area. He is followed by Deeks and Rountree, who is all in black, dressed as a bodyguard. Asking for Rupert and giving his account number, provided by Borisova in the plumbing van with Castor, Arkady and Deeks welcomed in. Rountree must wait in the reception area – company policy.

In a waiting area, Rupert is excited to greet Arkady after working with Borisova on his behalf for years. Rupert starts speaking to Deeks in Swedish – that goes poorly. Rupert is going to speak to Deeks while Arkady opens his locker. Arkady is freaking out – he doesn’t have the key. The earwigs are failing – the building is secure. When Kensi asks about Borisova, Castor is shown out cold and Borisova is gone.

In the vault area, Arkady is met by an armed Borisova.

With no response from Arkady or Castor, Kensi and Rountree are going to move into the auction house.

Entering the locker behind Borisova is Arkasha, the man who shot her on the boat. Arkasha thought he was going to have to kill Borisova twice that day but she cut a deal with Arkasha today. She would kill Arkady, turn over her client list and she gets back the egg and her freedom. Arkasha suggest she shoot Arkady in the head. She doesn’t. Instead, she knees Arkasha where it hurts, turns on the CO-2 suppression system and sets off all sorts of alarms.

Making his way through the building, Rountree gets to the vault but can’t open the door. Rountree shoots open the vault door to find Arkady.

When the alarm goes off, so does Rupert. He pulls a sword from the wall before Deeks can get his gun out.

Rountree finds Arkasha and subdues him before they both suffocate.

Arkasaha’s men have Arkady and Borisova. Kensi causes a distraction and takes one henchman out.

Deeks finds his own wall sword and he and Rupert duel. Deeks wins in a way too short scene.

Kensi is stuck between Arkasha’s two men. Arkady tosses her a silver platter and a vase. She takes them both out before Deeks arrives. Promising to make a scene to distract Kensi and Deeks, Arkady wants Borisova to flee. She’s not going anywhere. Kensi puts her in cuffs.

Back in the office, Rountree asks Fatima for friends dinner - tacos or udon. She has to pass - she’s having a friends dinner with Riffat. Rountree thinks that’s great. He also found a shelter that lets people borrow pets – she could use that for the Admiral. Fatima is just going to tell the truth. That’s when the Admiral arrives with the excuses notebook. He also noticed all the same frappuccino cups in Ops so Fatima needs to come on time.

On the back deck of the boat shed, Kensi asks Arkady if he is alright. He has Anna, Grisha – his family. He wouldn’t rewrite one minute of his life if it meant he wouldn’t have them. Kensi asks about Borisova. She will always be on his credit score with all the accounts she took out. Besides, that means she is thinking of him. He shows her the beanie baby. Kensi tells him she knows it is worthless and so does he. She says goodnight.

Arkady watches Kensi leave and pulls the beanie baby apart. Inside is a very expensive necklace. With the soundtrack from “Titanic” playing, he holds it over the water. Then decides it was too expensive to drop into the water. Instead, Arkady takes it with him as he leaves. Anna calls. Suddenly, he wants to talk about the open bar at the wedding.

What head canon can be formed from here: There is a continuity issue because in “Answers”, Deeks joked about writing for a reality series. Now he’s shocked to find out they are scripted.

My goodness this was a chatty episode. TV should be show, don’t tell. This was all tell, tell, tell. And a generic tell, tell, tell. This episode works completely in season three. In season six. In season nine – you get the point. A mention of Callen’s wedding here and there but otherwise, Hetty could have picked Arkady at the bar, Sam or Callen could have been on bodyguard duty instead of Rountree.

And I know the lack of Sam (all) and Callen (a lot) in this episode has to do with the upcoming crossover episodes but just have Sam up on the big screen in Ops telling Callen to drop everything, he’s needed.

It wasn’t a bad episode – and anytime Arkady shows up, the fun level goes up, up, up – but it just wasn’t much of an episode.

Episode number: This was episode nine of season 14 (though it was filmed after “A Long Time Coming”), episode 311 overall.

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