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femdomlieeh · 4 months ago

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Sunset (m)

Sub!Pussy drunk!Needy!Beomgyu (TXT) x Dom!Afab!Reader

THEMES—nsfw ✧ a bit romantic ✧ and emo ✧ just a tiny bit toxic ✧ a bit nasty

WARNING—4.3k wc ✧ public sex (car by the beach) ✧ good boy & bratty!beom ✧ oral (f rec.) ✧ body worship (f rec.) ✧ teasing (f/m rec.) ✧ face-sitting (m rec.) ✧ praising ✧ light degradation (calling him dirty, your little slut etc) ✧ hickeys (f rec.) ✧ spitting (m rec.) ✧ hand job ✧ crying ✧ brief cum play ✧ cumming untouched ✧ hair pulling (m rec.) ✧ pet names (mommy, baby, little slut etc)

NOW PLAYING—SWEET / I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE ✧ Tyler, the Creator ft Brent Faiyaz & Fana Hues

M.LISTS—txt ✧ latest updates ✧ read on wp

A/N. To sort out any possible confusion, this is what the interior of the car looks like; vintage, flat like a bed style. BUT imagine it's a roof less car🤟

You were sitting on the driver's seat with your right hand on the steering wheel, left hand up in the air, warm wind kissing your skin before you put it down to rest on the edge of the car door. He was laying across the passenger's seat with his head on your thighs, staring up at the sky. You were on your way to nowhere in particular. This was your definition of adventure. His smile was bright contrary to his past, his eyes were full of the hope of a child and his laugh was the sound of an angel. With his sock-clad feet on the edge of the door and his long, fluffy, soft hair on your exposed legs he lowly sang along to a song.

You were watching the road, he was watching the pineapple purple sky until his eyes were on you. Smirk grew on his face. God knows what was going through that mischievous mind of his.

You remembered his soft lips crafted by the most-detailed-and-in-love artist on the skin on your thighs. The kisses he left were so light, barely brushing against you. Your hand found its way to his hair, he looked up at you with those impure eyes as the kisses he placed got slightly rougher. He loved seeing your reactions to his touches, gaining your approval; the satisfaction of your pleasure. Insecure boy. And damn was he horny too. Or was he in love?

Maybe he just lived in the moment.

Who would have the idea of spontaneously driving to nowhere for no reason, taking off their shoes, resting their feet on the edge of a car driving in high speed to get fanned for free by Mother Nature, put their head on the driver's lap and start kissing their thighs?

Beomgyu.

That was the simple answer. Beomgyu and nobody else.

He was the kind of character you saw in films and wish you'd had the pleasure of acquainting yourself with in real life but you don't because those people came from someone's fantasy and were carefully written and too rare to find in real life. You were lucky to have met him. Your dear, sweet Beomgyu.

After some minutes, he turned his body completely and laid on his tummy so he could get easier access to your skin, instead of having to turn his neck to kiss. Wearing shorts today had its perks. Kisses were peppered with so much care as he put his hand on your left leg and caressed it lightly so it'd be occupied and get attention too. As each second passed by it got harder and harder to focus on the road. He was such a distraction and he knew it. He loved distracting you. He loved any attention you gave him really, whether it was direct words when you'd praise or degrade or just knowing he was present in your thoughts whenever he received a cute "I miss you" text during long work hours.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

After two extra passionate kisses he answered, "Loving you."

"I'm driving."

Kiss. "Yes." Kiss. "And?" Kiss.

"Can't you love me some other time?"

He looked at you. Kiss. "Impossible." Kiss. "I can't not love you." Kiss.

You put your hand on his cheek softly, "I love you too, Beomgyu." Looking at the road, you couldn't see him but you felt his cheek move into a smile against your palm upon hearing your words. You smiled back at him, taking a quick glance at him and detecting a strand of hair in his eyes. In a split second you brushed his hair away, before Beomgyu went back to kissing your thighs again. He had always been so affectionate towards you, showing how much he appreciates all of you: your mind, your face, your body — your everything. He was so good with his words, hands and lips. You loved all of him.

A slow Lana Del Rey song later his featherlight kisses grew deeper until he was sucking on your flesh, trying to create purple marks. "You're making hickeys? How juvenile."

He laughed at your comment. It was true. Last time he remembered he'd put effort into creating hickeys was back in high school. "Maybe, but I bet your thighs will be so pretty with hickeys on them," he went back to work, making sure to suck more harshly to emphasise his point.

You were starting to get wet. And it was hard concentrating on the road and trying not to look down at the pretty man's lips on your lap every minute. You were driving on an empty country road so, thankfully, nobody could witness this raw act of love. Five or six or — who knows? — that's how many hickeys Beomgyu had created already and he was not finished yet. He experimentally bit on your thigh, looking up at you to observe if you liked it. "Hmmm." His bite got a little bit harder, still looking at you. "A bit gentler, Baby," you patted his head. "Okey," he smiled cutely at your small action and nickname and went back to the same force as on the first bite. Fuck, you needed to get out of this car and fuck him soon or you would go crazy.

The sun had begun to set. 19:22. There was plenty of time until the sun was down and gone. The sky was still somewhat bright with colours of pink and blue. You wanted to watch this beautiful sunset with Beomgyu but he was busy with his face in your thighs. Your eyes were on the empty road, looking at the signs and trying to come up with where to go when you recognised a name you'd heard of before when talking with friends about a nice little beach trip — if you made a turn in a few kilometers, you would soon make it to a pretty and unknown beach. Perfect!

You looked down. So many hickeys scattered around only on your right thigh, the left one only being touched by his hand. You rested your hand on the back of his head, playing with his long locks, "You're so pretty." He mumbled a little thank you on your skin, back to kissing your thigh gently now.

It all felt so sweet and romantic somehow, his big hand massaging your left thigh, slowly moving towards the inner part, fingers ghosting teasingly on your naked skin. He was distracting the driver with his mouth and hands — how could he make that feel sweet and romantic to the point you almost forgot how irresponsible you were being? Almost. Your eyes weren't on him. Most of your attention was on the road and he was only getting a tiny fraction of the attention he craved so much. Because he needed all of your attention right now. Sure, he needed your hands stroking his hair but he also needed your smiling eyes on him and your sweet and mean whispers; eyes and mind full of him only.

Determined to get more of your attention, he moved his unholy fingers towards your pussy. "You're so dirty," the grip you had on his hair tightened and he whined. He would always do this, turn to being bratty if he didn't get enough attention from you. If a good boy wouldn't get all your love and touches at least a naughty boy was sure to get all your degrading words and oh so lovely punishments — and he enjoyed being your naughty boy as much as your good boy; he could be anyone and anything you wanted as long as it meant he was the sole object of your affection.

His whines were always so pretty and light, causing you to clench your pussy around nothing. It never failed to impress you how he whined and moaned whenever you were the one being pleasured and not him. He moved up a bit and kissed your shorts right above your clit. There was fabric hindering the full sensation but you still felt it a little, already so sensitive and wet from the teasing. He looked up at you. You had shorts on so it was a bit difficult to pleasure you the way he wanted to, but Beomgyu was creative and undid your zipper. As much as he wanted to pull down your shorts so he could properly eat you out — he wasn't that stupid and careless to actually do it when you were driving, right? — so you were curious where he was going with this but also nervous.

Nose pushing up your shirt so he could kiss the skin on your waist, naughty hand gliding under the shorts to feel your hip. There were no cars on the road — and there hadn't been for a while now — so you decided to tease him a bit back, put him in his place so he knows better than to completely ignore that you're driving and that he can't do everything he wants right now, he has to be patient and wait. You grabbed his chin and made him look up at you, looking back at him for a split second. "Open your mouth."

He did so even faster than you averted your gaze, waiting for your spit. "Aw, so eager now are we?" You said, still looking at the road.

"Please, look at me," he nodded and whined impatiently, mouth ready for your spit. He looked so pathetic, bedroom eyes and long, styled hair a bit fucked up from you gripping it. Touching your skin but not getting to feel your wetness, not getting to pleasure you was in a way teasing him too, his cock now hard and pink.

"You're so pretty, Baby." His mouth was still open but he almost looked like he smiled for a second.

You spat in his mouth fast, immediately looking back at the road. He swallowed it happily like always, no matter how humiliating and mean it was, especially since you didn't even look him in the eyes or let your saliva drip slowly into his mouth, much more intimate, like you usually would do. "Good boy."

"Thank you, Mommy," he went back to kissing your waist, nose under your shirt, eyes looking up at you. Your right hand went back to resting on his head, threading through his long hair occasionally. "Look at me, please." There was something about you spitting in his mouth that always turned him so pathetic and shameless about his neediness — if you wouldn't judge him for swallowing your spit then he could express himself sexually to the fullest.

"As much as I want to, I can't, Baby. I'm driving," you took a quick glance down at him. His eyes were so glossy, almost like they would fill with tears at any second. You were so distracted by him but you were still aware enough to only look at him for a maximum of two seconds at a time. Although you were driving below the speed limit and hadn't seen another car in the past half hour you didn't want to risk anything.

He whined at that, causing you to smile. Soon it would be the opposite. His hand went under you shorts again, moving down your hip and to your lower stomach. You had a feeling you knew where this was going. Spitting didn't help slow him down and learn to be patient. No, spitting so meanly in his gaping mouth was the first time he'd had almost your full attention during the whole car ride so he had to continue misbehaving so you would humiliate him some more, giving him more and more of your attention. Sweet, stupid, sexy Beomgyu was something else.

His long fingers went lower until they reached your slit, happy now. "Baby—" Then, somehow, under your tight shorts he managed to move your underwear to the side so he could slip his long, thick middle finger in you. "Hm?" he mumbled against your waist, mind half listening to you and half inside your pussy, eyes rolled back like it was his dick in your pussy and not just his finger. Fuck. You had to find a way to get off the road but you were not very familiar with this road or even this part of the country — but like said before, this adventure had no directions or map.

"Are you this desperate, slut?"

He pulled his hand out to stick his wet finger in his mouth, licking, savouring the little taste he got of your pussy and mumbling an 'mhm'. He wanted more. He didn't just want to suck on his finger. He wanted your pussy on his face, wetness on his tongue and all over his face.

"Please, look at me, Mommy," he mumbled like a slut, sticking his pussy wet finger inside you to lick your sweetness again, eyes never leaving yours, "Need your pussy."

"You have to wait, little slut," you soothed him with your hand on his cheek.

He felt like crying. He needed you to stop the car somewhere; anywhere, he didn't care if he had to lay on the cold evening sand on the beach that would get all over his clothes and hair or, fuck, he would even be ok in the woods next to a camp site with German hikers as an audience as long as you would sit on his face. He needed you and your attention now. His dick was leaking pre-cum and you had only touched his face and hair so far.

"Please, Mommy," he kissed your stomach, middle finger deep inside you.

"Baby, wait, be patient," you were struggling too. Maybe you should just say fuck it and drive across everything in your way until you reach the beach so you can park the car and then park your pussy on his face? (Obviously no, be a responsible driver!!)

He wasn't satisfied with your response, you didn't sound anywhere near as needy or bothered as he was — your eyes didn't even leave the road for a second to look at the man whose face was on your lap — so he decided to take matters in his own hands and began to finger you deeply, easily adding a second finger with how wet you were.

"Fuck, baby!" you moaned, grabbing his hair and arching your back, eyes still on the road.

He took the opportunity and, with the help of his unoccupied hand, pulled down your shorts mid-thigh, making you shiver at the cold you felt as your wet underwear was exposed to the air. He looked up and blushed when he saw you already looking at him with your needy eyes. You were looking at him! His lips moved down your stomach and lower until he reached your underwear-covered pussy, placing a big kiss on your clit. You arched your back again, the sensation was so much greater now that only a thin fabric was between you.

Moaning, you looked at the road and saw a sign that told you there was a parking nearby in 800 meters. Fucking finally! He began kitty licking you and at this point you were so sensitive and needy that you had to pull him up by his hair, much to his dismay as he whined and his eyes filled with tears. "Why?"

"Baby, I found parking."

"Oh! Fucking finally!" As if a switch was flipped, his frown turned into a smile, a tear escaping his eye. He leaned into your touch as you brushed the tear away from his cheek.

You slowed down and turned the car into the parking lot, which was just grass with faded sprayed parking lines, miraculously deserted. He started kitty licking you over your underwear again. You moaned, grabbing his hair, "Fuck, Beomie, can't you wait for a little until I've parked? You're really that needy?" "Yes."

You decided to park the furthest away, turned towards the dead beach so you could have a view of the sunset and ocean — and the yellow, orange, red and pinks of the sky reflected on Beomgyu's pretty face, dirt-colored eyes twinkling like stars. "Baby, fuck, slow down," you had to pull him off your pussy.

"I can't," he took this opportunity to fully pull off your shorts to discard them to the back. "You didn't give me any attention when I just wanted to love you."

You kissed his pout, "You will have all my attention now, Baby."

The pout turned into a smile. "Thank you, Mommy." He pulled your right leg up, positioning his face in your pussy, dropping your thigh on top of his neck. His tongue immediately went to work, kissing all over your pussy, underwear still on. He always liked eating you out with your underwear on first so he felt more rewarded when they were off and he could taste, smell and feel your pussy so much more.

But you were having none of that, pussy clenching around nothing, aching at this point. "Stop teasing me and eat me out properly," you pulled your underwear to the side, grabbing his hair to push him more into you. He was looking at you and you could see the smile in his eyes, content he had your eyes on him and your pussy on his tongue. You had been teased and turned on so much already that you knew it would only take a minute or two of his talented tongue to cum. He too could sense you were near, hearing your gasps and moans, feeling your back arching, looking up at your eyes. His hands were on your thigh and boob, touching you the way he knew you liked it. The way his hand moved up your thigh to grab your butt never failed to make you feel hot.

"Choke me with your thighs, please?"

"If my slut wishes it," you smiled at him, flexing your thighs around him a little, not sure how much he could handle yet. Hair matted on his forehead, tears filling his high eyes, hands grabbing your skin, moaning against your pussy, and the colours of the sky on him. You didn't know it yet, focused on the pretty view that was Beomgyu, but he was leaking so much pre-cum there was a stain on his pants from the sweet familiar taste of you, seeing you in pleasure along with the pineapple purple sky sunset behind you.

"Fuck, you're doing so good for me, Baby. Your mouth was made to eat my pussy, wasn't it?" He nodded, mouth still against your pussy, tears flowing by now. It was true. He eats it almost everyday, sometimes he'll lazily lap at your pussy under the sheets in the morning, sometimes in the shower if you'll let him (yes, he can do that), sometimes when you're watching a boring movie he will lay on his back on the sofa and ask you to sit on his face, sometimes he'll get on his knees as soon as you open the door to your home after a double date because he's jealous some other guy made you laugh a lot, sometimes when you're waiting for noodles to cook on the stove he'll give you puppy eyes so you'll let him eat you out on the countertop — fuck, sometimes when he's bored he'll randomly get on his knees in front of you and beg you to please let him have a taste. Safe to say he has learned every little trick to please you and make you cum in a few minutes just by eating your pussy. And he loves it.

"Mhm, you're such a good boy for me, my sweet little pussy hungry slut," you pouted at him condescendingly; he moaned at the mean praise, hips twitching up. You looked down at him, there was a huge wet stain on the front of his pants. "Awww, Baby, you're so wet just from my pussy. I should let you cum on it for being such a good slut, right?" His moans on your pussy were so desperate and sent sweet, sweet vibrations that tipped you over the edge, thighs shaking around his neck, "Fuck, I'm cumming, Baby." He slowed down, eating your cum, helping you calm down from the intense orgasm, not overstimulating you. But after a while it became too much, your pussy way too sensitive for his never ending kitty licking, so you opened your thighs and pushed his head away.

"You did so well for me, Beomie," smiling, you patted his head softly, seeing the sunset shine in his pretty eyes, your cum glistening all over his lower face, tears dried, lips pulled into a smile after he was finished licking them clean. You pulled him up from between your thighs to give him a kiss on his forehead after pushing some damp hair away, "You want to get your reward now, Baby?" He gulped, still, not answering your question. "Baby... Don't tell me you already came—" you pulled down his pants to have your suspicions confirmed; he did, in fact, cum untouched. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to cum without your permission, and I really wanted to hold back so I could cum on your pussy when you told me, but it felt so good to have your attention and taste you and-and— I couldn't control it. I'm so sorry," he cried, apologizing profusely.

You held him in your arms, fingers carding through his long, beautiful hair, "Beomie, it's okay, no need to say sorry. I'm very flattered actually. Besides your pretty mouth did so well for me that I can't be mad at you. You were such a good boy." He hummed against you, pecking your neck every now and then. After he calmed down, he pulled back to look at you; tears on his cheeks and half of the sun in his eyes. You dried his tears with your fingers and kissed him on his lips, calling him your good boy. The look in his eyes wasn't sad anymore. He gulped again before trying to give you his best puppy eyes, kissing the back of your hands. You knew he wanted something whenever he acted this clingy and cute, "Yes, Baby?"

"C-Can... Can I still cum on your pussy?"

You giggled, grabbing his cock, "You're hard again, this fast?" He hid his face with an arm, flustered, "Mhm. You kept calling me your good b-boy." "Awww my cute little slut. Getting hard from being called a good boy?" you giggled because although this was dirty, it was still somehow cute in a way how he got hard from your praise alone. He shook his head, face still hidden by his arm, "Your good boy." You smiled. "Mmm, Baby. You really are my good boy?" He nodded. You looked down at his dick, it was hard, pink and twitching, dirty with his previous cum. "Then show me your face, I don't want you hiding from me." His dick twitched and did as told. "Good boy." He shook his head, "I-I'm Mommy's good boy." He was always so cute and malleable whenever he came untouched and heard those sweet praises that tickled his soul. You kissed his shoulder as a reward. "Yes, mine. Now let me lay down so you can sit between my legs." "Oh yes." He did as told, hands behind his back without being told — he knew how you wanted him. You pulled him down to you momentarily to hold his cheeks and give him a quick kiss, both of you smiling into it. "I love you so much." "I love you more."

His pink dick was leaking pre-cum already. "My sweet boy won't cum without my permission again, right?" He whined, embarrassed, "I won't, Mommy, but please stop teasing." You giggled, he will cum any moment now you already know especially since he's so sensitive from his orgasm. Holding his dick confirmed your suspicions, Beomgyu moaning and dick twitching at your small touch. "Please, please, please," he muttered, tears already in his eyes, "Please, Mommy, I wanna cum on your pussy, please?" There was something about cumming on your pussy that drove him crazy, maybe it was because he would get an excuse to lick your pussy clean off him. "Not yet, Babyboy. I wanna play with you a bit first," you started moving your hand up and down on his cock, his loud moans following immediately after. He was struggling, biting his lower lip, pinching his arms behind his back, not looking at your naked pussy because he didn't want to cum without your permission again. "P-Please, Mommy. Ngh— I've been a good boy for you, please can I cum?" "Oh have you? Weren't you a bad boy the whole drive? And then you even came without Mommy's permission, right?"

He whined, tears running down his eyes again. "Please, Mommy, I'm so sorry I just wanted your attention. I-I always wanna please you and have your attention. Wan' be your personal toy." You smirked, going faster, "Yes, you are my little toy. So pretty and dirty for me." "Yes, yes, always. I— Fuck, I'm cumming, Mommy. Please, let me cum on your pussy, Mommy," he cried, looking at you with his slutty eyes. He knew how to get to you; how to look so sexy for you that you just wanted to reward him. "You can cum, my good b—" "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck— Thank you, Mommy." His eyes rolled back as white ropes of warm cum covered your pussy. "You did so well for me, waiting for my permission," you hugged him as he came down from his high, kissing his cheeks. "Really?" He pouted, fishing for more praises, which you knew and granted him, "Yes, really. My good boy." You kissed his pout, "Now clean up your mess." He smiled.

You and I, we fell in love

I ain't read the signs, ain't know what it was

But God gotta know he might have peaked when he made you

The cosmos' only mistake is what they named you (what that mean?)

They should call you sugar, you're so sweet

Even if

You left me out here stranded

My feelings wouldn't change a bit

My heart beats triple time when I see you

Somethin' I can't control

If I compared you, the sun is a stand-in (sun)

You got a smile that could light up a planet (smile) yeah (oh, oh)

And you look so good (yeah)

And you smell so good (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And you taste so good (yeah)

And you're so, so good (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You're the sweetest (yeah)

Yeah, you are, ha-ha

Sweet like, like motherfuckin' brown sugar sweet potatoes (are you ready?)

Or somethin'

Ha-ha

The plan was to stick my toe in and

Check the temperature, but

Next thing I know, I'm

I'm drownin'

— Tyler, the Creator

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pretty-blkgirl · 2 months ago

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Soul’s Desire [Ch. 20]

-Masterlist-

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You always thought it was silly the way Chan shamelessly sniffed at Felix’s hair whenever and wherever. But as he lay on your shoulder, hand resting on your upper thigh, you can’t help but make a mental note to ask him what shampoo he uses later.

“How was your schedule y/nnie?” Chan asks as he walks into the living room with 2racha following close behind him.

You shrug, a little grin forming, “Nothing special. We just filmed a fan chant video”

Your day was simple, but a little awkward. Your conversation with Dae created an uncomfortable atmosphere between the two of you. You understood her protectiveness, but you didn’t like her interrogation, and you two agreed to talk when you returned home.

“Lucky” Han sighed, sitting next to Lee Know on the sofa opposite you and Felix, “We had to record, go to a meeting, and film tik toks”

“Poor baby” you teased, earning you a not-so-threatening glare from Han.

A few minutes of banter ended when Hyunjin and Seungmin entered the house with boxes of pizza and cases of beer.

I.N. ran to get plates from the kitchen, coming back with his usual fox-like smirk.

“Maknae first” He cheeses, giving you a plate as Hyunjin sets the boxes of pizza down

“No, it’s okay! You guys can eat first”

“It’s not a choice y/n” Felix confessed, “We let our youngest eat first, plus you’re a guest, plus you’re our newest soulmate. So, you have like, triple dibs”

You knew going back and forth with the group would be useless, so you made your plate and asked Chan for some of his pineapple juice.

“Of course” He winked

“Me too hyung,” Han says to the older, who only stares at him blankly before going into the kitchen

Chan came back with a full bottle of pineapple juice for you and a reasonable amount in a cup for Han, the full cheeked man pouted but accepted his juice with no complaints.

Seungmin took a seat on the other side of you, smiling shyly when you looked at him

“Should we eat, and then talk?” He questioned, which seemed to get the rest of the group’s attention

Honestly, you wanted to get the conversation over with. You knew it would be uncomfortable for you, so maybe doing it while everyone was eating would be better.

“I can talk now” You murmured, ears heating up when you realized all eyes were on you.

“Um, I wanted us to all get together because I wanted to apologize to you guys all at once. I think it’s pretty obvious I’ve been avoiding you all, and I want you to know it’s not because of you guys, I’ve just been going through a lot and I didn’t want any negative energy spreading to you all”

Everyone nods silently. You can tell they’re thinking about what you said, but the silence is making you even more nervous.

Sensing your anxiety, Chan speaks up, “We understand, and we forgive you”

“Do you?” You question quickly, “You guys aren’t upset”

“Upset isn’t the right word” Hyunjin admits, “Maybe a little disappointed? I know for me, I really am excited to get to know you better, so when you weren’t talking to us, I did feel a certain way”

“Me too” Felix admits, “But it wasn’t anger or anything. We figured you were probably going through something, especially with you guys debuting, so we figured you’d be distant, but radio silence did kinda suck”

“I thought that maybe we did something?” Seungmin chimes in, “Like, you seemed shaken up after our date”

You cringe a little remembering the whole lake fiasco

“No, truly you guys have been nothing short of great. It’s just me. From now on, I am fully committed to getting to know you guys and building our relationship. I’ll be damned before I fumble eight soulmates”

A chorus of laughter makes the scene more comfortable.

“We’re excited to start this new chapter” Chan spoke, “And I can’t wait to see what the nine of us will accomplish together”

With that, you guys talk for hours, switching between serious and unserious conversations. You couldn’t help but feel like you were right where you were supposed to be.

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lgctaeha · 1 month ago

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「 ❀ 」 ━━ ˗ˏˋ CASTING CALL ! ( Legacy Studios ; Q4S3 )

Heyo! As mentioned by the manager post, Batter Up ! is back for it's third and final season! This trimester Taeha isn't limited on the number of threads she can have so let's go for all four episodes! You already know the drill, she's in need of four lucky guests in total! If your muse would be interested in a little baking fun, give this post a like ( or comment the episode you'd like to claim ) and I'll whisk myself your way! See what I did there?

˗ˏˋ Synopsis:

Welcome to Taeha's disaster bakery! In this YouTube variety show, Taeha invites her guests to a friendly bake-off where the recipes are made up and the taste doesn't matter ( although it probably should - ). In each episode, Taeha and her guest will go head-to-head on a short baking challenge. Winner of the challenge will receive a gift card for free pastries at the Legacy Cafe, while the loser will get caked ( i.e., a cake smash to the face ).

*ooc note: due to my chronic slowness ( ty to everyone who's been a guest so far your patience is unmatched ;; ), i've decided to do this last season a bit differently! threads will be kept relatively short, and each thread will start at a different time during filming ( meaning one lucky guest will finally get a chance to give taeha a good ol' cake smash!

˗ˏˋ Episode 1: Spooky, Scary, Spatulas ! ( guest: @iseullgc )

With Halloween right around the corner, this episode is all about treats! They'll be creating spooky-themed cakes, that must incorporate at least 2 candy treats, like gummy worms and candy corn, while making sure they avoid a few tricks along the way! ( where you come in!: taeha and our guest have begun the challenge only to find that staff have left a few tricks for them - playful things like a ghost painted on the back of a mixing spoon, jello eyeballs in the fridge, or creepy music playing each time a certain cabinet is opened )

˗ˏˋ Episode 2: ...Honey, I shrunk the cake ! ( guest: @lgcgyuri )

In this episode, Taeha and her guest must create three-tiered miniature cakes using kid's cooking toys. The person who makes the tiniest, bite-sized cake wins! ( where you come in!: taeha and our guest are midway through the challenge when she realizes that she may have turned her mini oven up a bit too high... and forgot to remove the plastic spatula )

˗ˏˋ Episode 3: Oven's Turned Upside Down ! ( guest: @lgcryan )

In this episode Taeha and her guest must create an upside down cake, and no pineapples are required! Their cakes must have an element that looks inverted, like an upside down animal, an overturned teacup, or even a whole cake defying gravity. The person with the most unique cake, takes the win! ( where you come in!: taeha and our guest have finished their cake designs and are waiting for the staff to judge - oh, no. is your cake falling?! )

˗ˏˋ Episode 4: Jingle Bell Bake ! ( guest: @lgcheejin )

Inspired by Taeha's favorite time of the year, in this episode Taeha and her guest will be getting into the holiday spirit by decorating cakes made to look like Christmas trees! Let the most festive cake win! ( where you come in!: our guest has won with the most intricately designed cake - earning themselves a gift card and the opportunity to give taeha a nice icing beard better than Santa Claus' himself )

#˗ˏˋbatter up!#lgc:youtubeshow #( let's go season 3! )#( and let's go actually finishing threads this time alsdkjflkj )

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according2thelore · 8 months ago

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for wincest wednesday this fine week: food as love language & touchstone (tastestone?)

palo alto -- with a 4.6-star shawarma place two blocks north of the first shitty dive apartment he scores, and a two-story ethiopian market six blocks west, and more vegetarian and vegan options than sam's seen in his entire life to date -- is a revelation in gastronomic terms.

sam eats tofu for the first time in his life at nineteen; eats tempeh and seitan and vegan cheese. (sam does not eat sardines on saltines because there's nobody to split the tin with, and he can't eat them all on his own.) sam eats breadfruit and resolutely does not think about mutiny on the bounty playing during abc's evening film slot and dean doing his best marlon brando voice, "not even twenty, and a death sentence on your head". (sam does not head straight for north carolina come september with the single-minded intent to eat enough ripe persimmons to make himself sick, but he knows who'll be doing just that.) sam eats swiss chard and lychees and cempedak, and doesn't miss unbruised pieces of apple served to him off the blade of a pocket knife.

sam eats vienna sausages cold, straight from the can with a dash of tabasco when he's feeling -- nostalgic's the wrong word for it, but a close cousin to that. when he misses the white-noise hum of tires on I-95 and the clatter-clank of the forever-broken air-con and his brother contorted in the front seat to pass sam the gallon ziploc of cherries from the farm stand up the road ("dollar-fifty a pound, can you believe it, sammy? fucking love stonefruit season."), already sweating in their plastic bag.

sam eats off-brand cereal and moon pies and hohos -- "hohos? fuck hohos; swiss roll is obviously the superior snack cake and you know it" -- and roller dogs and funyuns when he gets homesick.

sam hoards plastic pots of coffee creamer and flat-topped single-serve bricks of jelly out of unbreakable habit. concord grape, always; strawberry, usually; marmalade and mixed berry and apple butter and honey in nicer places that serve all-day breakfast; blackberry and seedless red raspberry only if he's exceptionally lucky. (these last two, being both rarest and dean's favorites, were more valuable to sam growing up than cigarettes amongst inmates. many a favor has sam bought himself over the years with nothing more than a fistful of jam packets and a winning smile.)

sam licks marshmallow and coconut from between his fingers and doesn't think about the hostess sno-ball, sweet'n'low pink of dean's tongue.

(later -- years later -- when dean waggles his lifesavers and tortilla chips and mountain dew at sam with overtures of breakfast, sam declines. later, he'll find his favorite pineapple soda and a bag of chili lime pork rinds under the bench seat because of all the people in all the world, the one who's never let sam go unfed is dean.)

MWAH! happy snacking; cilla/mdbp 😈🎉

happy wincest wednesday!!

you KNOCKED IT OUT OF THE PARK!!!!!! GRAHHHHH!!!!!! YOUR WRITING MAKES ME BARK LIKE A FUCKING DOGGGG!!!!!!! gnawing on this ask like a chew toy.

the swiss rolls??? the food in palo alto?? the JELLY????

AND YOU'RE SO RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!

i have so much to say about this!!!! i've used "food as care" in my fics before, and as a form of connection between the two (pretty much all of tell me, why are you still so afraid, in the heaven fic, the vampire fic (in a diff way but still!), love potion no. 9, the mall fic, the outsider pov at the diner fic) because it's so true!

we're 800% not the only people to bring up the "food as care" parallels in media, or even spn--but it's so true!!!

you're so right about food being a love language! one of the first things that dean does in the bunker is make a nice meal for them both and wait for sam to eat first.

dean's "crime" that got him arrested and sent to the boy's home is stealing bread to feed sam. his crime is an act of care! an act of devotion! and it's that same devotion that encourages him to leave!

one of THEE sam&dean scenes that i've seen 400x in every edit ever as proof of dean's devotion/care is dean making sam spaghetti-os in that pot, and then letting him have dean's food instead.

dean keeps trying to ply sam with food and things to drink after his nightmares in the first few seasons, grabbing his face and bringing him close and asking if he's hungry, if dean can get him anything

and of course, arguably the most famous food scenes in the show--tuesday! pig n' a poke! what always makes me giggle is that sam never stops dean from eating? not really? he lets dean order his food every day/finds alternative food (e.g., tacos). even when he gets annoyed, he orders dean's food for him. even when sam himself stops ordering things to eat, he makes sure dean stays fed. it doesn't matter, bc they'll live the same day again tomorrow, but sam lets dean eat!!!!! he lets him eat the meal that makes him happy! they end up in the diner more days than not, it sounds like. he's caring for him, even as he gets frustrated and angry and sad and hopeless!

even when dean dies in that same episode, we see sam eating a meal at his motel, and dean's food is also on the table!!! he's been ordering dean meals for months, even though he's dead!!!!!! ARGH!!!!!!

dean seems unnerved and tense around sam when eating in S6, because even though he eats, he doesn't find any joy in it, or teasing dean about it. all their shared meals in early S6 are either tense or disturbingly neutral, where they only talk about their hunts/the overarching plot in bland detail.

hell, dean (and the show) frame the leviathans using biggerson's food as a very personal and dirty betrayal--they use food as a weapon

even in IATL, the "thing" that changes about dean the most that the writers told us first and foremost, is his relationship with food! sam--who has been reaching out all episode and rebuffed--asks to go get food with dean after their initial walls-down moment, and dean denies his attempt at care and connection! he's on a juice cleanse!

many such cases!

i have this headcanon that dean stopped eating certain foods after sam left for stanford. suddenly, he can't stand bugles because they taste like sand in his mouth now that sam is not there to fight him for them.

he asks for no onion rings everywhere he goes because sam's long fingers aren't there to sneak them out of his wax-paper lined plastic fast-food basket.

and as soon as sam comes back, they go out to eat, and dean's like 'god, i can't fucking wait. i haven't had pork rinds/cantaloupe/mac and cheese/a reuben in forever!' and sam just kind of looks at him funny because dean used to eat BBQ pork rinds by the pound and sam gave him shit for it every time. and they used to sneak the little soggy plastic containers of cantaloupe from the cooler outside a publix in florida once a week, dean acting as a distraction by helping old ladies with their carts while sam's tiny hands got slick-wet with week-old re-frozen ice.

and one day, two years into stanford, sam thinks he sees a glimpse of short-cropped hair, freckle-kissed skin through the café window sam's been picking up swing shifts at, and sam leaves the espresso machine still dripping, pushing past a bleary-eyed biology professor sam knows from gen ed, and spins in a circle outside, blinking sun from his eyes.

by the time he can see, the person is gone. and sam is standing in the 7/11 after work, buying a bag of hostess powdered don-ettes because dean used to buy them on sunday morning and they would eat them and watch re-runs of 90210 until their t-shirts were smeared white and their fingers were spit-sticky and soggy while everyone else in georgia and alabama and oklahoma was going to church.

food in supernatural is connection and home and reassurance and care!!!!!

your writing is again so good!!!! thank you for this lovely wincest wednesday ask, blessed, darling cilla!!!! mwah! mwah mwah!!

-lizzy <3

#ask box #lizzy answers #spn meta #majordemonblockparty #lizzy writes #wincest wednesday

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brookstonalmanac · 7 months ago

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Holidays 4.17

Holidays

American Academy of Arts and Letters Charter Day

Asia Asteroid Day

Bat Appreciation Day

Bay of Pigs Anniversary Day

Day of the Great Victory (Kampuchea)

Blah Blah Blah Day (a.k.a. Blah Blah Blah Memes Day)

Book Day (British Columbia, Canada)

Canterbury Tales Day

Children’s Protection Day (Japan)

Drunken Marathon Day

Ellis Island Family History Day

Emancipation Day (D.C.)

Equality Day (Canada)

Evacuation Day (Syria)

FAO Day (Iraq)

Feast of Random Walks

Fire Service Day (Kazakhstan)

Flag Day (American Samoa)

Ford Mustang Day

417 Day (Missouri)

Hex Sign Day

Horse Day

Hug a Cactus Day

International Day of Mastering Conversations That Matter

International Day of Peasants Struggle

International Ford Mustang Day

International Haiku Poetry Day

International Refrigeration Day

IU Day (Indiana)

Migration Service Employees Day (Turkmenistan)

National Day of Action for Higher Education

National Ellis Island Family History Day

National Go Orange Day

National Hickey Day

National Kickball Day

National 2A Day

No Limits For Deaf Children Day

Nosy Neighbor Appreciation Day

Nothing Like A Dame Day

Palestinian Prisoners’ Day

Pansy Day (French Republic)

Poetry and the Creative Mind Day

Roadway Worker Appreciation Day

Saint Grotus’s Day (Malcolm in the Middle)

Thank An Herbalist Day

Thetis Asteroid Day

Toothbrush Appreciation Day

Tortoiseshell Cat Appreciation Day

Verrazano Day (New York)

Veterans’ Day of Internal Affairs Bodies and Internal Troops (Russia)

Women’s Day (Gabon)

World Drum & Bass Day

World Hemophilia Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

International Malbec Day (a.k.a. Malbec World Day)

National Cheese Ball Day

National Crawfish Day

Pineapple Cheese Day

3rd Wednesday in April

National Banana Day [3rd Wednesday]

National Canadian Film Day (Canada) [3rd Wednesday]

National Early Years Teacher Day (UK) [3rd Wednesday]

National Officials Day (Canada) [3rd Wednesday]

Purple Up for Military Kids Day [3rd Wednesday]

Transplant Nurses Day [3rd Wednesday]

Youth Homelessness Matters Day (Australia) [3rd Wednesday]

Weekly Holidays beginning April 17 (3rd Week)

National Pet ID Week [thru 4.23]

Independence & Related Days

Charter Day (Canada)

Mayursia (Declared; 2016) [unrecognized]

Syria (End of the French Mandate, 1946)

Virginia (Secedes from U.S.; 1861)

New Year’s Days

Lao New Year Holiday

Myanmar New Year

Festivals Beginning April 17, 2024

Bogota International Book Fair (Bogota, Colombia) [thru 5.2]

Brisket King NYC (Pig Beach, Queens, New York)

Flower Parade of the Bollenstreek (Haarlem, Netherlands) [thru 4.21]

International Istanbul Film Festival Istanbul, Turkey) [thru 4.28]

PEAK 2024 (Minneapolis, Minnesota) [thru 4.19]

Feast Days

Aleksandr Golovin (Artology)

Anicetus, Pope (Christian; Martyr)

Bean Bunny’s Day (Muppetism)

Bernat Klein (Artology)

Chariot Festival of the Rain God (Nepal; Everyday Wicca)

Columella (Positivist; Saint)

Cormac Instructions Day (Celtic Book of Days)

Donnan and His Companions (Christian; Martyrs)

Feralia: Day of Purification (Pagan)

Haiku Day (Pastafarian)

Innocent (Christian; Martyr)

Kateri Tekakwitha (Canada; Christian; Saint)

Mappalicus and His Companions (Christian; Martyrs)

Money Spell Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Nick Hornby (Writerism)

Nimble Fairies’ Scattering (Shamanism)

Regina Ghazaryan (Artology)

Robert of Chaise-Dieu (Christian; Saint)

Sherlock Hemlock (Muppetism)

Simeon, Bishop of Ctesiphon (Christian; Saint)

Simeon Barsabae and Companions (Greek Orthodox; Martyrs)

Stephen, Abbot of Citeaux (Christian; Saint)

Stephen Harding (Christian; Saint)

Thornton Wilder (Writerism)

Tinkerbell Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Tom Twinkletoes (Muppetism)

Yom HaShoah (יוֹם הַשּׁוֹאָה; Holocaust Remembrance Day; Judaism) [27 Nisan]

Lunar Calendar Holidays

Rama Navami (Hinduism) [9th Day of Chaitra]

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 107 [28 of 72]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Tycho Brahe Unlucky Day (Scandinavia) [17 of 37]

Unglückstage (Unlucky Day; Pennsylvania Dutch) [14 of 30]

Premieres

Bell Hoppy (WB MM Cartoon; 1954)

Blue Exorcist (Anime TV Series; 2011)

Box Top Robbery (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 41; 1960)

Bright Road (Film; 1953)

Bugs Bunny’s Overtures to Disaster (WB Cartoon TV Special; 1991)

By Love Possessed, by James Gould Cozzens (Novel; 1958)

Caveman (Film; 1981)

Concerto for Piano, by Emánuel Moór (Piano Concerto; 1908)

Crank: High Voltage (Film; 2009)

Den of Thieves, by James B. Stewart (Book; 1992)

Desperado, by The Eagles (Album; 1973)

A Fault in the Vault or Banks a Million (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 42; 1960)

Fetch the Bolt Cutters, by Fiona Apple (Album; 2020)

Game of Thrones (TV Series; 2011)

The Great American Melting Pot (America Rock Cartoon; Schoolhouse Rock; 1976)

Heart & Soul, R&B version by The Cleftones (Song; 1961)

Hic-cup Pup (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1954)

Imitation of Life (Film; 1959)

Let’s Go (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1937)

Light’s Out (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1942)

McCartney, by Paul McCartney (Album; 1970)

Mickey’s Amateurs (Disney Cartoon; 1937)

Mother Goose Melodies (Disney Cartoon; 1931)

Out of Africa, by Karen Blixen (Memoir; 1937)

The Peregrine, by J.A. Baker (Novel; 1967)

Planet Rock, by Africa Bambaataa & The Soulsonic Force (Album; 1982)

Porky’s Duck Hunt (WB LT Cartoon; 1937)

Radio Girl (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1932)

Rocket Man, by Elton John (Song; 1973)

State of Play (Film; 2009)

Tina: The Musical (West End Musical; 2018)

The Watcher in the Woods (Film; 1980)

The White Mountains, by John Christopher (Novel; 1967) [Tripods #1]

Winner by a Hare (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1953)

A Wolf in Cheap Clothing (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1936)

Today’s Name Days

Eberhard, Rudolph (Austria)

Ilija, Inocent, Šimun (Croatia)

Rudolf (Czech Republic)

Anicetus (Denmark)

Ege, Eike, Hiie (Estonia)

Otto (Finland)

Anicet (France)

Eberhard, Isadora, Max, Wanda (Germany)

Rudolf (Hungary)

Anicet, Arcangelo, Roberto, Rondolfo (Italy)

Rūdis, Rūdolfs, Viviāna (Latvia)

Anicetas, Dravenis, Giedrius, Robertas, Skaidra (Lithuania)

Elise, Elsa (Norway)

Anicet, Innocenta, Innocenty, Jakub, Józef, Klara, Radociech, Robert, Roberta, Rudolf, Rudolfa, Rudolfina, Stefan (Poland)

Simeon (Romania)

Rudolf (Slovakia)

Aniceto (Spain)

Elias, Elis (Sweden)

Harding, Hardy, Holden, Raleigh (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 108 of 2024; 258 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 16 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Saille (Willow) [Day 4 of 28]

Chinese: Month 3 (Wu-Chen), Day 9 (Xin-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 9 Nisan 5784

Islamic: 8 Shawwal 1445

J Cal: 18 Cyan; Foursday [18 of 30]

Julian: 4 April 2024

Moon: 68%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 24 Archimedes (4th Month) [Vitruvius]

Runic Half Month: Man (Human Being) [Day 8 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 30 of 92)

Week: 3rd Week of April

Zodiac: Aries (Day 28 of 31)

#Holidays

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kelleah-meah · 1 year ago

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How I spent my 2023 Summer Solstice celebration

As expected, my plans for celebrating midsummer didn't pan out as I thought they might. But that doesn't mean that I didn't have a good summer solstice.

I'm technically still celebrating, but I have to balance it with a substantial to-do list over the next 3 days. Sooooo ... business as usual. 😉

On a slightly serious note, part of my physical recovery journey has been to learn to let go and let things flow as they may. So if my plans don't develop as I hoped, I've learned that they will develop at a pace that is meant for me. #slowliving

Anyway, back to what I got up to for June 21st:

Now to be fair, this photo was from Tuesday, when I made honey cakes for the holiday. The cakes didn't turn out as sweet as I would've liked, but it was still nice to take a moment and bake something from scratch.

So I made the honey cakes the day before, which left my schedule open a bit for Wednesday morning. With that in mind, I was lucky enough to catch the sunrise on the East Coast at 5:25am. And it was glorious! Seriously, my photos don't do it any justice.

After I finished oohing and aahing, I took my butt back to bed since I'm still on short-term medical leave and I didn't have to go into work this week.

That extra hour or two of sleep coupled with the hour or so of reading fanfiction (it was Leverage fanfic, in case you were wondering), gave me a wonderfully even tempered morning that I really appreciated. Then, it was off to getting ready for the day, chatting with my mom on the phone, and preparing for a work-related Zoom call.

Before my call, I managed to have just enough time to cook a mushroom omelette to pair with my toast and morning tea. After the call, I gave myself the space to sit down, meditate, read from the Tao, and do an annual Summer Solstice tarot reading. I thought the messaging was quite honest.

Here's what it told me:

What should I leave in the darkness with this solstice? 7 of Wands

What new beginning is waiting for me this summer? Page of Cups

What can I find joy in this season? 4 of Cups

What is the general theme of this season for me? The Hermit

How can I celebrate and enjoy this solstice? Temperance

A message from my guides and mother earth. 7 of Cups

Afterwards, I did a little housecleaning and took care of a few bills, because getting my finances and house more in order were a part of my new year's resolutions.

Then came lunch ...

It was nothing fancy, but I liked it and it was homemade.

I enjoyed a fresh spinach salad with tomatoes and mushrooms, pasta with basil and diced tomatoes, a honey cake, and fresh lavender lemonade.

Afterwards, I took a much-needed nap. And followed that up with a walk to the park as the sun was slowly setting.

Then came cooking dinner and watching a much-maligned film while I ate it. The film was Supernova starring James Spader and Angela Bassett. And yes, it was indeed ... not good. Solid cast though. Robert Forster, Lou Diamond Phillips, Wilson Cruz and Robin Tunney. But yeah, it wasn't good. James Spader looked really hot though. And of course, Ms. Bassett looked amazing.

Anyway, for dessert, I also enjoyed another honey cake, but this time I mixed it with chopped pineapple to help sweeten the confection. I think it turned out pretty well. Or at least, it's how I'm going to eat the rest of them going forward.

The pineapple also corresponds with the colors of the solstice, I think. So yay me for staying on theme. 🤗

By then, I was pretty tired and decided to call it a night. I didn't have the energy to read, dance or paint, but that's ok. As I said before, let it go and let it flow.

And that's how I celebrated the summer solstice. 🌻

#summer solstice #solstice #litha #litha 2023 #litha celebration #witchblr #tarotblr #tarot reading #tarot cards #slow living

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dickbutt21 · 2 years ago

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Four Eyes (The Arcana Fanpoem)

I know a lot about my brother

I know that he got grey eyes and I got blue

I saw him picking at his eyes Pulling down the skin like a stocking

Flicking his eye

He stares at the ocean a lot He says he misses the seals

Those salt filmed furry tubs I nod He’s silly We have people again And he certainly takes advantage of it Yapping endlessly to the other sailors

They chuckle their pirate laughs And he chuckles too, imitating them I know he’s tall but everyone knows that He’s been bumping into the sides of the doorway

Knocking over his own books and scribbles

Maz says I’m lucky to not have his handwriting Even if I can’t write anything other then my own name I know he wears glasses

I know he needs them, but doesn’t wear them I caught him once, folding the spectacles over his eyes and off of them He folded them behind his back And told me that blood was thick He spit in his hand offering it to me and I shook it That was a while ago He shares more spit with the other sailors now He tells me what they speak of That they sing drunken tales and let him drink from their flasks He brings me a half stolen flask to share We giggled, behind the crates where the grains were stored

Red rimmed speaking parrots to the west Gold and sapphire earrings to the east North is where we’re from He says the sailors won’t say anything other then bad brandy But south, south is special He says there’s somewhere beautiful there With deep brown sand and thick wirey tree roots And pineapples that never go out of season That they just walk from tree to tree when they’re done growing He giggles That’s what they say anyways He thinks that pineapples with walking legs are funny Which they are, I don’t know why he thought they were serious

They’re telling you kiddie tales I say No, I swear they’re real! You just don’t get it because you’re not old enough to be a real sailor I am a real sailor, you goose! You’re barely 8! Turned 9 last spring! We don’t even know that! Well, when spring’s past I’m a year older Fine, but you’re not double digits yet That don’t mean anything!

Yeah-huh it does! Nuh-uh! I’m a real sailor when I say so cause I’ve always been on this ship! Yeah but you’re not mature

Am too! Are not!

Am too! Are not! As time moves on I know more and less about him I know he doesn’t go to sleep until late Cause he’s too old to sleep early with me I know he smells weird when he comes back Bad, like warm sea water And no good brandy But I know he’ll never skip his lunch with me Cause I slip him an extra slice of bread into the soup And he asks me about what I’m looking forward to most When we land in the next port

I know when he’s scared

I know he picks at his skin when he’s scared

And he always comes back with pimples And he cries at the red spots

Because he’s growing on up

And his friends now think he’s annoying

#the arcana #julian the arcana #portia the arcana #portia I wanted this to be more about you but I digress #julian devorak #has overrided my senses #the arcana fanpoem #fanpoems #gabe is going insane about his sisters again

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missfckingfortune · 5 months ago

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Movie Poll Game

rules: list your five all time favorite films and have people vote on which best fits your vibe. Thanks for the tag @climbthemountain2020 @wilde-knight <3 I have so many more favorite movies- this was tough!

#movies #pollgame #thiswashard

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animationsaurus · 1 month ago

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#film poster #poster #posters #lucky pineapple films

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cinematnicmusic · 5 months ago

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Trailer: Pandemic Breakdown (2022)

Watch the full movie on my YouTube channel: https://youtu.be/ewxSxpk53Ms

A British man loses his sanity when he is fired by his heinous American boss working from home in his swanky Southern California digs. He takes matters into his own hands, contacting the Long Island mafia to do him in.

Starring: Paul Sutton, Sean R. Frazier, Rebecca Gilliland, James Hare, Samantha V. Hutton, Ryan McGregor, Christopher Andrew Norris, Jessica Rainville, Nicole Russin-McFarland, Kristopher Bosch, Kyle Cunningham, Keiron Goodwin

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brookston · 7 months ago

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Holidays 4.17

Holidays

American Academy of Arts and Letters Charter Day

Asia Asteroid Day

Bat Appreciation Day

Bay of Pigs Anniversary Day

Day of the Great Victory (Kampuchea)

Blah Blah Blah Day (a.k.a. Blah Blah Blah Memes Day)

Book Day (British Columbia, Canada)

Canterbury Tales Day

Children’s Protection Day (Japan)

Drunken Marathon Day

Ellis Island Family History Day

Emancipation Day (D.C.)

Equality Day (Canada)

Evacuation Day (Syria)

FAO Day (Iraq)

Feast of Random Walks

Fire Service Day (Kazakhstan)

Flag Day (American Samoa)

Ford Mustang Day

417 Day (Missouri)

Hex Sign Day

Horse Day

Hug a Cactus Day

International Day of Mastering Conversations That Matter

International Day of Peasants Struggle

International Ford Mustang Day

International Haiku Poetry Day

International Refrigeration Day

IU Day (Indiana)

Migration Service Employees Day (Turkmenistan)

National Day of Action for Higher Education

National Ellis Island Family History Day

National Go Orange Day

National Hickey Day

National Kickball Day

National 2A Day

No Limits For Deaf Children Day

Nosy Neighbor Appreciation Day

Nothing Like A Dame Day

Palestinian Prisoners’ Day

Pansy Day (French Republic)

Poetry and the Creative Mind Day

Roadway Worker Appreciation Day

Saint Grotus’s Day (Malcolm in the Middle)

Thank An Herbalist Day

Thetis Asteroid Day

Toothbrush Appreciation Day

Tortoiseshell Cat Appreciation Day

Verrazano Day (New York)

Veterans’ Day of Internal Affairs Bodies and Internal Troops (Russia)

Women’s Day (Gabon)

World Drum & Bass Day

World Hemophilia Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

International Malbec Day (a.k.a. Malbec World Day)

National Cheese Ball Day

National Crawfish Day

Pineapple Cheese Day

3rd Wednesday in April

National Banana Day [3rd Wednesday]

National Canadian Film Day (Canada) [3rd Wednesday]

National Early Years Teacher Day (UK) [3rd Wednesday]

National Officials Day (Canada) [3rd Wednesday]

Purple Up for Military Kids Day [3rd Wednesday]

Transplant Nurses Day [3rd Wednesday]

Youth Homelessness Matters Day (Australia) [3rd Wednesday]

Weekly Holidays beginning April 17 (3rd Week)

National Pet ID Week [thru 4.23]

Independence & Related Days

Charter Day (Canada)

Mayursia (Declared; 2016) [unrecognized]

Syria (End of the French Mandate, 1946)

Virginia (Secedes from U.S.; 1861)

New Year’s Days

Lao New Year Holiday

Myanmar New Year

Festivals Beginning April 17, 2024

Bogota International Book Fair (Bogota, Colombia) [thru 5.2]

Brisket King NYC (Pig Beach, Queens, New York)

Flower Parade of the Bollenstreek (Haarlem, Netherlands) [thru 4.21]

International Istanbul Film Festival Istanbul, Turkey) [thru 4.28]

PEAK 2024 (Minneapolis, Minnesota) [thru 4.19]

Feast Days

Aleksandr Golovin (Artology)

Anicetus, Pope (Christian; Martyr)

Bean Bunny’s Day (Muppetism)

Bernat Klein (Artology)

Chariot Festival of the Rain God (Nepal; Everyday Wicca)

Columella (Positivist; Saint)

Cormac Instructions Day (Celtic Book of Days)

Donnan and His Companions (Christian; Martyrs)

Feralia: Day of Purification (Pagan)

Haiku Day (Pastafarian)

Innocent (Christian; Martyr)

Kateri Tekakwitha (Canada; Christian; Saint)

Mappalicus and His Companions (Christian; Martyrs)

Money Spell Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Nick Hornby (Writerism)

Nimble Fairies’ Scattering (Shamanism)

Regina Ghazaryan (Artology)

Robert of Chaise-Dieu (Christian; Saint)

Sherlock Hemlock (Muppetism)

Simeon, Bishop of Ctesiphon (Christian; Saint)

Simeon Barsabae and Companions (Greek Orthodox; Martyrs)

Stephen, Abbot of Citeaux (Christian; Saint)

Stephen Harding (Christian; Saint)

Thornton Wilder (Writerism)

Tinkerbell Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Tom Twinkletoes (Muppetism)

Yom HaShoah (יוֹם הַשּׁוֹאָה; Holocaust Remembrance Day; Judaism) [27 Nisan]

Lunar Calendar Holidays

Rama Navami (Hinduism) [9th Day of Chaitra]

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 107 [28 of 72]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Tycho Brahe Unlucky Day (Scandinavia) [17 of 37]

Unglückstage (Unlucky Day; Pennsylvania Dutch) [14 of 30]

Premieres

Bell Hoppy (WB MM Cartoon; 1954)

Blue Exorcist (Anime TV Series; 2011)

Box Top Robbery (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 41; 1960)

Bright Road (Film; 1953)

Bugs Bunny’s Overtures to Disaster (WB Cartoon TV Special; 1991)

By Love Possessed, by James Gould Cozzens (Novel; 1958)

Caveman (Film; 1981)

Concerto for Piano, by Emánuel Moór (Piano Concerto; 1908)

Crank: High Voltage (Film; 2009)

Den of Thieves, by James B. Stewart (Book; 1992)

Desperado, by The Eagles (Album; 1973)

A Fault in the Vault or Banks a Million (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 42; 1960)

Fetch the Bolt Cutters, by Fiona Apple (Album; 2020)

Game of Thrones (TV Series; 2011)

The Great American Melting Pot (America Rock Cartoon; Schoolhouse Rock; 1976)

Heart & Soul, R&B version by The Cleftones (Song; 1961)

Hic-cup Pup (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1954)

Imitation of Life (Film; 1959)

Let’s Go (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1937)

Light’s Out (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1942)

McCartney, by Paul McCartney (Album; 1970)

Mickey’s Amateurs (Disney Cartoon; 1937)

Mother Goose Melodies (Disney Cartoon; 1931)

Out of Africa, by Karen Blixen (Memoir; 1937)

The Peregrine, by J.A. Baker (Novel; 1967)

Planet Rock, by Africa Bambaataa & The Soulsonic Force (Album; 1982)

Porky’s Duck Hunt (WB LT Cartoon; 1937)

Radio Girl (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1932)

Rocket Man, by Elton John (Song; 1973)

State of Play (Film; 2009)

Tina: The Musical (West End Musical; 2018)

The Watcher in the Woods (Film; 1980)

The White Mountains, by John Christopher (Novel; 1967) [Tripods #1]

Winner by a Hare (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1953)

A Wolf in Cheap Clothing (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1936)

Today’s Name Days

Eberhard, Rudolph (Austria)

Ilija, Inocent, Šimun (Croatia)

Rudolf (Czech Republic)

Anicetus (Denmark)

Ege, Eike, Hiie (Estonia)

Otto (Finland)

Anicet (France)

Eberhard, Isadora, Max, Wanda (Germany)

Rudolf (Hungary)

Anicet, Arcangelo, Roberto, Rondolfo (Italy)

Rūdis, Rūdolfs, Viviāna (Latvia)

Anicetas, Dravenis, Giedrius, Robertas, Skaidra (Lithuania)

Elise, Elsa (Norway)

Anicet, Innocenta, Innocenty, Jakub, Józef, Klara, Radociech, Robert, Roberta, Rudolf, Rudolfa, Rudolfina, Stefan (Poland)

Simeon (Romania)

Rudolf (Slovakia)

Aniceto (Spain)

Elias, Elis (Sweden)

Harding, Hardy, Holden, Raleigh (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 108 of 2024; 258 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 16 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Saille (Willow) [Day 4 of 28]

Chinese: Month 3 (Wu-Chen), Day 9 (Xin-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 9 Nisan 5784

Islamic: 8 Shawwal 1445

J Cal: 18 Cyan; Foursday [18 of 30]

Julian: 4 April 2024

Moon: 68%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 24 Archimedes (4th Month) [Vitruvius]

Runic Half Month: Man (Human Being) [Day 8 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 30 of 92)

Week: 3rd Week of April

Zodiac: Aries (Day 28 of 31)

#calendar #Holidays

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