#maestro pro

[pro-royalty]

Carey Mulligan x SAG Awards (2024)

[elegomez]

sometimes writing erotica is great and sexy, sometimes it's a twenty minute discussion as to whether this character would use the word "asshole", "ass", "anus", or "rectum"

[yestrday]

: ̗̀➛ LOVE BITES. yan! isagi yoichi / gn! reader / yan! kurona ranze

you don't know what to do but spit fire and hate at two kidnapping psychos who can't even keep their lips off each other. they could at least have the decency to not do it in front of you :/

+ waaaah idk this writing feels lazy but i love love loooove poly yanderes and i wanted to try exploring it...

( once again. how do kissing scenes work. slight bl00d. poly relationship. implied other poly relationships who are also out to getcha )

ever since their blue lock days, kurona had always been isagi’s partner-in-crime. of all the partners yoichi could have chosen, he who had came later in his life was the one who won isagi’s trust and hand. and now he and isagi conquered together– in every match, in every television appearance, and now most importantly, you.

“kurona,” isagi murmurs, his delicate yet calloused fingers running up and down your bare hips. called by his silent command, kurona leans in closer, and his lean body presses itself on your shivering back. there is a silent intimacy in the air, simply indescribable by words. alone in the shadows of their shared living space, with only the occasional sliver of moonlight whenever the curtains flutter, the three of you press your heated bodies together.

isagi casts his gaze upon him, benevolent and possessive. it’s a cross between the kind off-field isagi and the cruel maestro of the court, and kurona finds himself shuddering under his gaze. “kurona,” he calls again. “talk to [your name] for me, please?” he sends him a pleading look, obviously disappointed that none of his attempts to consoling you is working. “i think they’re still scared of me.”

“mmm, is that true, [your name]?” he nuzzles into your nape and hugs your waist. your breath hitches when you feel his fingers dig into your skin– not harsh and blood-drawing as you expected, but well, who can blame you for your paranoia? “why’re you scared of isagi? of me? hmm?” your nape is soft against his nose, and he lets out a content sight. “we’re taking good care of you, aren’t we?”

you can’t help but whimper when he finally places all his body weight on you, treating you like a mere plushie as you’re now squished between isagi and kurona. “that’s right,” isagi hums, idly playing with your hair. “whatever you want, you can ask. we’re pros now, [your name]. we can buy you anything you want.”

you bite your lip, sending a teary glare up at isagi. he smiles so kindly, just like the kind boy you once cheered on blue lock tv. you can feel kurona’s gentle touch on your stomach too, and keenly aware of how capable he is of hurting you with just one clench. “i want to go back home.”

kurona and isagi share a quiet laugh. “everything except for that, that is.” the blue-haired boy even has the gall to send you an apologetic smile. “sorry.”

“we need you here with us,” kurona whispers, as sweet as he can be. his teeth graze against your nape once again but before he pulls away he takes a nip at your skin again, with more warning than the last. “you’re our prize, our trophy, our love. all of us love each other, yeah? you love us, and we love you too. how could you handle being away from us?” he has the gall to say all of this like it’s fact, imposing their feelings on you even when your face contorts into disgust with every delusion he spouts.

“i don’t think i would wanna live without you and isagi,” kurona whispers into your skin, as if sharing a secret. isagi’s one arm slings itself around kurona, now having the two of you huddled in his arms. “i think i’d die. yeah, i’d die.” sometimes, you think that kurona might just as much of a prisoner as you are. isagi likes to play nice all the time but both of them know how cruel and manipulative he could be, and how tightly he has kurona wound around his finger. but you watch as isagi smiles endearingly at the boy, pressing a kiss on his lips. then when he pulls away, kurona lets out a low whine, isgai’s breath hitches, and he dives in again for yet another albeit messier kiss. you cringe and look away.

chuckling, isagi gently holds the back of your hair— slightly squeezing the strands as warning— and guides your vision back to them. isagi is watching you from the side of his eye, smirking as he continues with that messy and drooly kiss. kurona struggles to even open his eyes, too pleasure-struck as he leans into the kiss. “watch, [y. name]. you could learn a lesson or two,” he chuckles. “kurona’s always so good for you and me. you should see what you’re missing.”

 “i’m not missing out anything,” you sneer, though you’re only speaking to air as isagi redirects his energy into making out with kurona. “you two are sick. keeping me here and subjugating me to your every whims. you’re perverted psychos, that’s what you fucking are.” 

kurona’s eyes slant slight, looking somewhat like a kicked puppy as you spout venom at the both of them. isagi just looks more amused than anything and he finally releases kurona from his hold. the sharp-toothed holds both of your hands in his as he looks up at you pleadingly as he presses your cold palm against his cheek. “[y. name], you’re here because we want to protect you. everyone out there wants a piece of you… kaiser and ness… nagi and that millionaire. isagi just wants the best for you.” he presses a soft kiss to your palm. “for the both of us.” 

you want to refute this, that the only reason why they locked you away is so their other equally psycho competitors won’t find you and take you for themselves. but kurona’s eyes and gentle acts have a way of prodding at your heartstrings and you feel like you were falling for this stupidly effective manipulation tactic of his. so instead you sigh and look away from him, gritting your teeth with hardened eyes.

“now, now, don’t be too stubborn,” isagi laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “you’re going to be with us for a lo~ng time. might as well learn how to love it.”

you bite your lip to silence yourself and watch as kurona smiles gently at you, nestling himself right beside isagi’s head. “love you so much, both of us,” he murmurs into your skin. his sharp teeth graze the soft flesh, making you stiffen and your fingers dig into isagi’s thigh in alarm. “you’ll accept our love, won’t you?”

“of course they will, kurona,” isagi affirms, not even waiting for your response. “don’t feel too guilty.”

a silence between them happens, sharing some sort of secret message you’re not privy to. soon, kurona’s lips twitch into a smile—

and his teeth dig into your neck, blood seeping from the broken skin as you scream at the pain. warmth shoots through your neck, something trickles downwards and under your shirts, and you stare wide-eyed at the ceiling as you hear nothing but your own shallow breaths. kurona hums beside you, licking the marks in apology, and one fearful glance at him has you flinching at how he licks the blood from his lips with that ever-gentle expression.

“looks s’ pretty on you, kurona,” isagi says appreciatively, pressing down on his lower lip with his thumb and kurona opens his mouth so he can get a full view of the mess within his mouth. “must taste really good, huh? especially with the way you’re blushing.” 

he’s right, your mind manages to comprehend. his eyes are lidded as his tongue swipes at his teeth to get every drop and the blush on his pale face tells you just how much he’s enjoying this. the man’s a sick pervert. how could i fucking forget?

“don’t be so angry, [y. name].” isagi swipes a trickle of blood from your skin and presses it against kurona’s lips, who too eagerly sucks on his finger to get more of the taste. “it’s the least you could do for hurting kurona’s feelings. our feelings.” 

you don’t quite have the energy to even bite back. in defeat, you slump against isagi and close your eyes to the sound of kurona’s hungry slurps and isagi’s encouraging moans.

sick fucks.

maybe you should let yourself get kidnapped by reo. better the collar than getting bitten. probably.

[enchantedbeverages]

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__________

Rise and shine, magical maestros! To infuse your brew with an extra kick of mystic might, grab your wand... Or spoon, and let's conjuring!

Stir clockwise from the top point for a protective shield, warding off negativity like a pro witch.

Begin at the bottom left point and banish morning woes, showing those bad vibes the door.

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Remember, it's not just coffee, it's a potion with a side of enchantement ! 🌙☕ ✨

[she-wu]

can we please take one moment to appreciate hoshi in maestro's choreography. him in the opening. ohmygod. him tapping the baton on his back. him handling it throughout the majority of the choreo but only ever properly using it during his parts. him using it like a pro during his parts. him handing it to minghao and receiving it back. him not breaking the damn baton during the dance break. him handing it to wonwoo for the ending. maestro hoshi you're so cool. also his snatched waist.

[ninyard]

One of my favorite things about Andrew is that he’s just naturally good at everything. I think it’s just so fitting and funny for him. This man could probably play any sport, master any skill or talent, win any competition of any kind, and the only reason he hasn’t is because he just doesn’t feel like it.

You’re so right. He can probably play piano. Has he ever learned before? No! Is he a maestro? Absolutely!

He can sew. He can draw. He understands colour theory. Archery? Nailed it. Ice hockey? Pro. Figure skating? So graceful.

I fully believe Andrew is just one of those guys who is good at everything he does but he doesn’t DO any of it so you’d never know

[ayeforscotland]

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[intuitive-revelations]

Trying to put together a pseudo-theory/diagram about the Guardians of Time / Six-Fold God and how the Toymaker, Maestro, Harbinger etc. fit into it...

... and man does it annoy me we're somehow now up to seven Guardians instead of six in the expanded universe.

This was going to be a quick rant, but has somehow turned into more of a full dissection, so buckle in for some major overthinking about Doctor Who lore from someone who has other stuff they should be focusing on.

History of the Guardians in the DWEU

To recap, we're introduced to two guardians in The Ribos Operation:

White Guardian: Light and Order

Black Guardian: Darkness and Chaos

1980s Doctor Who Magazine stories like The Legacy of Gallifrey and Power to the People continue to depict just these two (though the prior is filtered through a possibly unreliable in-universe narrator and the latter is fairly tongue in cheek). These give two possible origins of the Guardians of Time.

The prior implies the White and Black Guardians were manifested by Rassilon from within the Matrix, and entrusted with the Key to Time. While the wiki suggests this somewhat aligns with a comment by the Tenth Doctor in a recent book suggesting Rassilon could be considered a singular 'Guardian of Time' (a bit more on this book later), I wouldn't put much stock into it. Reading it now, The Legacy of Gallifrey is filled with a number of inaccuracies (though tbf, this may be more a matter of its publication date than any writing error) and as a whole comes across somewhat as pro-Rassilon propaganda, something somewhat supported by the ambiguous framing device.

The latter notably depicts the Guardians as having been a single entity of the same species as capital-G God, but split into two once God placed them in the universe. Interestingly, this does somewhat align with the later Big Finish depiction of the Guardians as below the "Grace", god-like being(s) from outside the universe.

We then get Divided Loyalties, which clarifies there's six in all, similarly forming a 'Six-Fold God'. This is directly connected to the existence of six parts of the Key to Time. It also names two more:

Crystal Guardian: Dream and Fantasy (supposedly the Toymaker)

Red Guardian: Justice and Truth

Also mentioned are "twin Guardians" of something, though the Toymaker cuts himself off before finishing.

Divided Loyalites provides an alternative account of Rassilon's meeting with the Black and White Guardians and his naming of the Great Old Ones. Rassilon speculates that the Great Old Ones are the Time Lord equivalents of another universe. Though he only knows of the two, somewhat fitting The Legacy of Gallifrey's telling (also by Gary Russell), he speculates that there may be more Guardians: Guardians of Justice, Mortality and/or Imagination. Also, fitting the idea that the previous story might have been propaganda, Mortimus dismisses this new account as 'rubbish', for "What can be more advanced than the Time Lords?". Finally, somewhat contradicting the rest of the book, the record suggests there could be more than one being known as 'Toymakers', perhaps supporting the concept of him having his own 'pantheon' as we are seeing now.

This idea of there being six Guardians is later supported by the more recent "The Whoniverse" reference book, which depicts six Guardians at the beginning of the universe, though admittedly there is room for more off-image, if one assumes they're spread evenly in a circle.

Craig Hinton expanded on Divided Loyalties's ideas, as well as those from books like Millennial Rites, in The Quantum Archangel. This is most explicitly shown in his writing notes published in Shelf Life, where the Guardians are envisioned as the high eschelons of the previous universe's Time Lords, a bit like the other Great Old Ones, and also seemingly welding this version of the Toymaker's origins with the original concept of him being one of the Doctor's people (which still may or may not be true, depending on the Doctor's origins). They also consider the Eternals and Chronovores their children. He gives a list of six Guardians, higher Time Lords (mostly) from the previous universe, who act as vessels for fundamental elements of the new universe:

The White Guardian – The Guardian of Light in Time, the Guardian of Structure, He Who Walks In Light.

The Black Guardian – The Guardian of Dark in Time, the Guardian of Chaos, the Guardian of Entropy, He Who Walks in Darkness.

The Red Guardian – The Guardian of Justice and Morality in Time, the Guardian of Right, He Who Walks in Judgement. Eventually, this will be the Doctor (see Aspects of Evil).

The Azure Guardians – The Guardians of Balance in Time, the Guardians of Equilibrium, They Who Walk Both Paths.

The Crystal Guardian – The Guardian of Thought in Time, the Guardian of Dreams, He Who Walks in Dreams. Also known as the Celestial Toymaker…

The Gold Guardian – The Guardian of Life in Time, the Guardian of Sentience, He Who Walks in Life.

He also identifies them respectively as the equivalents of the following of the previous universe's "Time Lords" (as they're not literally so, I'll refer to them as 'Pre-Time Lords' from here on out):

President – Black

Chancellor – White

Castellan – Azure

Matrix Keeper – Crystal

The Renegade – Red

The Matrix – Gold

Notably there are some odd 'asymmetries'. For one thing, the Azure Guardian seems to actually be made up of two beings (if they're a former Pre-Time Lord, maybe they "bigenerated"?), presumably being the 'twin Guardians' mentioned in Divided Loyalties. Meanwhile, the Gold Guardian, instead of perhaps being the Pre-Time Lords' Gold Usher equivalent, is actually a manifestation of their version of the Matrix.

The Red Guardian is also notable for being a renegade - the equivalent of the Doctor of the previous universe. Per Aspects of Evil, a Hinton story published in the charity anthology Missing Pieces, the Doctor in-fact not only was once the Renegade/Red Guardian, who may also be the Other (and thus the Timeless Child?), but eventually will be again once their life is over.

Regardless, all seems well and good: we now have six members of our "six-fold God" of ambiguous origins. While we do see a 'Beige Guardian' and hear about a 'Green Guardian' in Happy Deathday, a 35th anniversary DWM comic, these are seemingly entirely fictional in-universe, characters in a video game played by Izzy Sinclair.

More recently, the Leftbridge-Stewart series has dipped its toes into this part of the lore, with the Azure Guardian actually appearing in-person in An Ordinary Man. Interestingly, he is also referred to as the "Rainbow Guardian of the Quantum Realm". While the rainbow element is a bit unclear, the 'quantum' aspect may suggest his two-part nature relates to quantum superposition and entanglement.

A few months later, this is followed by another Leftbridge-Stewart story, The George Kostinen Mystery, which features the "Silver Guardian of Space and Matter"...

...which is a problem.

Now we're seemingly stuck with seven Guardians, not six. (Or arguably eight, if you count the Azure Guardian twice.)

An Aside: Time Lord Legends for Time Tots

Arguably we might even have two or three more Guardians too! That Tenth Doctor novel I mentioned earlier, Legends of Camelot, features a Time Lord legend naming more, based on Arthurian lore. Removing Ten and Donna's interjections and comments, the full thing reads:

Once upon some times, in a universe before and after our own, two powers existed: the Guardian of Might and the Guardian of Magic. In an endless battle, the Guardian of Might would try to defeat the Guardian of Magic through strength, and she would try to defeat him through cunning. Yet so closely aligned were they that neither could ever triumph. The Guardian of Might, known as Arthur, wished for the universe to be ruled by order. The Guardian of Magic, known as Morgwen, championed the forces of chaos. The fight continued until their very universe grew close to collapse, but neither would concede. The final hope was Merlin. Merlin, Champion of Neutrality, offered a solution. No more stars would be razed, no more galaxies destroyed. He took one small planet and created on it a scenario that was designed to encompass both might and magic, order and chaos – a scenario of swords and sorcery, knights and monsters, honour and deception. Each Guardian would choose a player, and the game would play out as it may, until one side had triumphed. The war would be over, the universe would be rebuilt. The Guardians agreed, and the game was played. Arthur chose a player and gave him his name, and Morgwen did the same, with Merlin as the neutral adjudicator. But the final triumph never came. If ever Arthur approached victory, Morgwen would force a reset and choose a new player, hoping for a different outcome. Merlin discovered her perfidy, and knew his plan had failed – and that other dimensions were now threatened too. While the two Guardians were distracted by their game, he compressed reality around them. Like carbon into diamond, so their dimension became the Druse, known also as the Crystal Cavern – a place imbued with such powers it would send them into the deepest possible sleep. Yet the Guardians were so mighty, it could not be guaranteed that sleep would last for all eternity. Merlin therefore imprisoned himself with them and joined the Guardians in their slumber within the Druse. He recreated the game scenario in his dreams and fed it into theirs. Thus, believing they were still playing the game, the endless battle between might and magic, Arthur and Morgwen would not realise they were imprisoned and so would not attempt to escape. And still they sleep, and still they fight, and so will it continue within time and without time, eternally and never. Yet travellers in eternity beware, and approach not the Druse, lest you rouse the sleepers and bring their fight to your reality.

Now are these 'Guardians' actually connected to the Guardians of Time?

I think...sort of.

The descriptions of each one certainly sound like they match the scale of the Guardians of Time, as does their behaviour, being convinced not to fight each other directly, causing intergalactic scale damage (as we discover the Toymaker is capable of in our universe in The Giggle), but instead by influencing mortals, or ephermals.

They also seem to match certain roles seen in the Guardians of Time. The Guardian of Might champions order, like the White Guardian, while the Guardian of Magic champions chaos, like the Black. Meanwhile "Merlin", who may or may not be a Guardian himself, champions neutrality and acts to bring balance, similar to the Azure and Red Guardians. Of course, while this shows a clear similarity between this book's Guardians and the Guardians of Time, it also implies they're redundant.

The solution seems to appear in the detail that these Guardians, even in their empowered forms, originate in another universe. Which universe is less clear, as they seem to exist parallel to N-Space, but also "before and after our own". Either way, it suggests that the same history that led to the Guardians and Great Old Ones entering N-Space (and the Division trying to escape to the next universe in Flux), may have occured before, whether as part of the same universal cycle, as part of the Dark Times, or within a completely separate universe.

Whether this version of "Merlin" connects to the Doctor and/or Red Guardian, however, is another question entirely. Ten actually mentions his recurring role as Merlin in the book, but say he definitely wasn't this one (yet anyway).

Back to the Silver Guardian

So we can discount Legends of Camelot's Guardians, but what about the "Silver Guardian of Space and Matter"?

Well... I see two possible approaches to fix this, without fully ignoring any member of the group.

On one hand, technically there is some ambiguity over whether the Guardians have jurisdiction over just Time, or both Space and Time (and presumably the whole universe). While the prior is the classic name, most descriptions suggest the latter. Even The Giggle explicitly refers to them as "The Guardians of Time and Space".

One could argue, therefore, that it might be that only the "Guardians of Time" are limited to six, and there could be more outside of that number serving the rest of the universe. If so, then the Guardian of Space and Matter might be part of this latter group.

However, it's pretty hard to justify the other Guardians not including space as part of their domains. It should also be noted that when the Toymaker says there are six Guardians in Divided Loyalties, he is explicitly referring to "Guardians of the Universe", seemingly nixing this theory.

On the other hand, a group of six + more is a surprisingly common theme throughout the Doctor Who universe, specifically in Gallifreyan culture. There are six chapters, but also the shadow-y CIA (not to mention other organisations, some of which even refer to themselves as 'chapters', like "Chapter 9" and "The Final Chapter"). There are six founders, of somewhat ambiguous identities, which may or may not include the Other, who may be a seventh. Even Gallifreyan numerology seems to reflect this, with circular Gallifreyan using a base-7 number system:

(There are also six known Menti Celesti, which seemingly lines up with this too. However, we've yet to learn of a seventh at the current time, so who knows? That being said, unlike the Guardians (for the most part, more later), the Menti Celesti seem to exist in opposite pairs: Life and Death, Pain and Hope, Time and Fate, so they may not follow the same pattern.)

This could suggest a seventh 'shadow' Guardian, separate from the other six. Our sources so far would suggest it's the Silver Guardian, given they weren't included in previous accounts, but this doesn't seem to match what little we know about them.

Other possible candidates could be the Crystal Guardian (given the Toymaker's uniqueness, not to mention 'Crystal' not exactly matching the colour naming scheme, though silver technically doesn't either - perhaps he was being unreliable in including himself as one of six in Divided Loyalties), or perhaps the Red Guardian, given their connections to the Doctor/Other, who might also be a shadow-y seventh figure in the founders of Gallifrey.

Alternatively, it could be the Azure or Golden Guardians, both unique in their own ways, the prior consisting of two entities, the latter having formed from something like the Matrix (and thus possibly consisting of many, many individual beings).

A Possible Fix?

While I'm not sure if this is the theory I'll stick with in the future, I do have my own interpretation which might offer a solution.

I think it's notable that among the 'main six', only the two members we've seen the most, the Black and White Guardians, seem to serve as direct opposites to one another.

Order/Chaos.

Light/Darkness.

It is also only these two that directly seem to link to 'Time'. The White Guardian represents order, the Black, entropy. While the exact nature of time remains uncertain to physicists, one common definition uses the arrow of time enforced by the second law of thermodynamics: the rule that over time, the universe will approach a state of chaos over order. Over time, the entropy of the universe tends to a maximum.

(This can also be applied to discussions of the Big Bang and possible fates of the universe, including the concept of repeating universes, either by quantum fluctuations long after heat death, or by cyclical processes like the Big Crunch/Bounce, something also relevant to discussions of the Guardians.)

This leads us to two conclusions:

If there is a divide between the "Guardians of Time" and the rest of the "Guardians of the Universe", it's probably around the Black and White Guardians, explaining their prominence.

The nature of the Black and White Guardians may be unique, even compared to the other Guardians.

To expand on point 2, I think it's possible that Power to the People was more accurate than we've given it credit for. While the idea of the Guardians splitting from one 'god' could be interpreted as connected to their joint identity as the 'six-fold God', it's not very compatible with the more common version of their origin as individual Pre-Time Lords.

(Unless one imagines the Pre-Time Lords all being in their 'Matrix' at the time of their entry into N-Space, I suppose, with the Gold Guardian once being all of them? Hmm... that's not part of this theory, but I suppose could be utilised as part of an alternative at a later point...)

Instead perhaps the White and Black Guardians alone were once a single "Guardian of Time", one of the six, before fracturing into two?

This may not even be that unique a circumstance. As we've acknowledged, the Azure Guardian is somehow made up of two entities, and we know there may be multiple Toymakers, not to mention his "sister" Hecuba, plus Maestro and Harbinger (though their nature might be different - as we mentioned before, the Guardians consider Eternals and Chronovores their children, so it may be that Maestro is less a Guardian and more one of these).

However, perhaps the strongest evidence other than Power to the People itself might be in one of Hinton's stories I've previously mentioned.

Aspects of Evil depicts a far-future Doctor, on the verge of death. He is approached by the White and Black Guardians who reveal that he has all his life actually acted as a servant of the Black Guardian, and a force for chaos in the universe, in combat with forces like the Daleks and Cybermen, who were always acting to impose their own "order" on it.

Along with these forces, the Valeyard is named as the Doctor's direct opposite, serving the White Guardian's goals as they served the Black's.

Not the Master, born alongside the Doctor, but the Valeyard, who was split off from them.

I think this may be a sign that the White and Black Guardians have exactly the same relationship. They weren't born together as opposites, but emerged as such, split off from one another.

One could even make the argument that they represent exactly the same thing (albeit, with Aspect of Evil's revelation, in reverse). The Valeyard represents an inevitable evil to the Doctor's good, emerging far in his future. The Black Guardian represents an inevitable chaos to the White Guardian's order, again emerging far in his future, just by the natural consequence of entropy.

Thus our final six-fold line-up of Guardians of the (current) Universe, ignoring any off-spring, reincarnations and such, might look like the following:

The (Grey?) Guardian of Time, split into the White Guardian of Light and Order and the Black Guardian of Darkness and Chaos.

The Red Guardian of Justice and Truth

The Gold Guardian of Life and Sentience

The Azure (and Rainbow?) Twin Guardians of Equilibrium and the Quantum Realm

The Crystal Guardian of Dreams and Fantasy

The Silver Guardian of Space and Matter

It's definitely messy, but might be the best fit for now. However this very much remains an open question, and there's lots of alternative solutions that could be proposed...

...

(...or you could just do the sane thing and ignore the inconsistency.)

[ataldaprotagonista]

você e kuku professorinho

Maestro...

[mesmo universo de "teoria da branca de neve", "dentro do carro hoje vai ter putaria" e "minha modelinho safada]

Sabia que se envolver com um professor não era correto, mas como até então Esteban Kukurizcka não te dava aulas, por você tudo bem. O problema começou quando ele se tornou de fato seu professor.... quem iria imaginar que o professor de história da turma de teatro(matéria essa que você se dava super mal) iria morrer em um acidente?

Acho que ninguém.

Mas duas semanas depois do período de luto as atividades da faculdade voltaram ao normal, e com isso, a diretora do curso veio apresentar à sua turma o  professor de História de outros cursos que falaria sobre a História da Arte Teatral.

Kuku tinha mandado mensagem naquela manhã dizendo que tinha uma surpresa para você, só que nunca, em mil universos, imaginaria que ele se tornaria seu professor oficialmente.

Abriu a boca em um sorriso de canto, em choque pela presença avassaladora dele ali.

- Bom dia a todos, mi nombre es Esteban Kukurizka, mas Kuku está bem por mim - forçando uma atenção, sentadinha na primeira carteira aproveitou para se inclinar pra frente , cruzando os braços, fazendo com que o decote da blusa que vestia empurrasse seus seios para cima.

- E e-eu, é - ele tinha olhado e ficado todo atrapalhadinho e corado.

Você amava causar esse efeito em Esteban, sabia que ele estava na palma da sua mão.

Blas Polidori, o chatinho da turma que dava em cima de você, arregalou os olhos por perceber aquela pequena interação. Óbvio que os outros alunos da classe não faziam ideia do que vocês ja haviam feito juntos, o que tornava tudo mais... sensual.

Ele limpou a garganta.

- Desculpem. É, eu vou ser o professor de vocês pro resto do semestre - e então ele passou falando pelos próximos minutos, questionando sobre os temas que foram tratados nas aulas anteriores à tragédia.

Kuku se atrapalhava um pouco quando te fitava então tentou ao máximo não observar a garota que ele estava apaixonado logo a frente dele.

Quando o tempo chegou ao fim, ele agradeceu a todos pela atenção e liberou a classe.

Você se delongou demais para guardar os poucos materiais que levava na bolsinha de faculdade na esperança de que todos saíssem de sala. Dali a poucos minutos, quando abaixou para afivelar o saltinho baixo estilo chanel que usava, ouviu a porta bater, ser trancada e então a curtina da janela ser fechada.

Só então ergueu o olhar pra ele.

- Puta merda - foi a primeira coisa que falou.

- Gostou da surpresa? - ele abriu os braços naquela roupinha formal e nos óculos de grau que você adorava.

- AMEI! - gritou e se arremeçou no colo dele.

O mais velho te segurou, colocando as duas mãos no seu bumbum para sustentar seu corpo montado nele. Passou os braços pelo pescoço e ficou agarrada ali, por uns segundos em um abraço gostoso.

- Então.... - perguntou afastando os corpos um pouco e encarando ele com um sorriso safado no rosto - Devo começar a te chamar de maestro ou ainda prefere papi?

- Nena, nena... - ele andou com você agarrada nele até sentar na cadeira de professor. Uma perna sua de cada lado do corpo dele e as mãos na sua cintura.

- É sério, pode escolher... eu, como uma boa garota, tenho que obedecer meu mais novo professor - falou com uma falsa inocência brincando com a gravata dele.

- Boa garota, S/N?

- Aham - falou assentindo inocente.

- Você é uma garotinha má, isso sim.

- E o que você faz com garotas más?

Ele, mesmo respirando ofegante, não te respondeu... só te puxou pelo pescoço colando a boca de vocês. Não foram muitos minutos de pegação para você estar pelada sarrando contra o membro dele inchado de tesão pulando pra fora da braguilha da calça.

- Senta - ordenou com a mão no seu pescoço e a outra brincando com um mamilo.

- Mas é grande - gemeu manhosa sentindo a cabecinha rosada brincando com a entrada molhada. Já tinha levado aquele pau várias vezes com todas as velocidades. Era grande, sim; mas você aguentava.

- Sem charminho agora, nena.

Você se agarrou ao pescoço do mais velho sentindo cada centímetro te invadir. Quando chegou à base do pau, continuou paradinha se ajustando ao volume. Quando tranquilizou um pouco começou a subir e descer do jeitinho que ambos amavam.

Se olhavam.

Se beijavam.

Se admiravam de novo.

Para você, vê-lo totalmente entregue ao prazer, era lindo demais.

Para ele, você cavalgando, era uma das mais belas visões do mundo.

Esteban te fez chupar o dedão dele. Brincou com sua língua, fez com que colocasse pra fora, depois te ordenou fechar a boca novamente. 

Entendeu o que ele queria com aquilo.

Depois que achou bom o suficiente, desceu o dedo até o grelinho inchado e melado, te estimulando ali também. Isso te fez desconcentrar como uma putinha burra, então ele mesmo continuou o serviço, metendo forte por baixo.s

- Dale, chiquita. Aguentando todo meu pau, porra - você gemia baixinho e se concentrava nos sons que ele mesmo imitia.

Com todo aquele tesão, contraíu a boceta e gozou arremeçando a cabeça para trás, faltava pouco para que Kuku gozasse, por isso, depois que você deixou de tremelicar, seguiu te fodendo com você abraçadinha a ele pelo cansaço.

Você sentiu todo o prazer dele te inundando, quase gozou de novo com as bombeadas de tão sensível que estava.

Recuperaram as respirações daquele jeitinho.

...

- Ayy, notinhas ruins, ein? - falou averiguando seu histórico naquela matéria.

Você ainda se mantinha sentada, dessa vez de lado, vestida e limpa, no colo dele.

Ele leu mais um pouco e disse:

- Soy su maestro ahora. Não é porque eu te amo que vou te deixar passar... - porra, ele te ama? Esteban pareceu engolir em seco depois de dizer sem pensar. Você levou na esportiva pegando a folha de papel e colocando de volta na mesa.

- Vai me deixar passar sim - respondeu brincalhona quebrando a tensão que aquele puto ia criar ao revelar os sentimentos.

Ele riu calminho  e esfregou o rosto com as mãos erguendo os óculos dele, você aproveitou pra tirar e colocar em si.

- Guapa. - elogiou depositando um beijinho na ponta do seu nariz, você franziu o mesmo com um sorriso aceitando o carinho. Depois que Kuku espalhou mais selinhos pelo seu rosto, você colocou a armação de volta no rosto dele - Quer ir almoçar comigo?

- Quero.

- Pollo y Papas?

- SIM! - respondeu empolgada já se levantando, meio relutante, do colo dele.

- Tudo bem, vai indo até meu carro - ele abriu a gaveta da mesa a frente dele e te estendeu a chave - Vou arrumar as coisas aqui e te encontro lá.

- Dorme comigo hoje? - questionou já na porta aberta  da sala.

- Só se for de conchinha - disse ele esparramado na cadeira grande de professor cruzando os braços atrás do pescoço.

Porra, sexy demais.

Você correu até ele, beijou ele mais uma vez, correndo o risco de que alguém no corredor visse a cena e saiu da sala saltitando pelos corredores com a mochilinha no ombro.

[theseshipsshallsail]

Summary:

He could be quiet, Oliver reasons, glancing at the charcoal smudge of Elio’s lashes where they lie upon his Bottichelli cheekbones. The rhythmic rise of his shoulders as he breathes deep and even. Just knock one out into a tissue - or whichever item of clothing he finds on the hardwood floor - then settle in for a few more hours of sleep.

THE ESSENCE OF PLEASURE (IS SPONTANEITY)

The ethereal glow of moonlight still swathes their Manhattan apartment when Oliver jerks awake at some ungodly hour, hard and disorientated from a particularly vivid dream. Elio’s sprawled on his stomach beside him. Slender arms secreted under his mountainous pillows. Nose buried so thoroughly in the striped material that his occasional snuffling snores are barely audible over the yowling tomcat in the communal courtyard, below.

Ever the perfectionist, his exhausted boyfriend has been burning the candle at both ends: taking full advantage of Juilliard's sound-proof practice rooms to cram for his upcoming assessments. Keeping him fed and functional is an uphill battle - Pro and Annella’s sage advice notwithstanding - so Oliver hopes he’ll rest for a good while longer, yet. In all honesty, he wishes the same for himself, but his erection shows no sign of flagging, and the pressure of the sheets alone is a marked distraction at his aching groin. 

He should get up, really. 

Satisfy his carnal urges in the bathroom across the hall. 

But the bed is comfortable, despite its age, the ill-fitting window lets in a draft, and for his sins, the familiar musk of Elio’s skin - the underlying hints of Marlboro cigarettes, bergamot shower gel, and Oliver’s own Drakkar Noir - throws a fierce accelerant on the molten core of his arousal.  

Discretion might be the better part of valour, but where there’s a will, there’s most certainly a way: as evidenced by his maestro’s miraculous presence at all. And he could be quiet, Oliver reasons, glancing at the charcoal smudge of Elio’s lashes where they lie upon his Bottichelli cheekbones. The rhythmic rise of his shoulders as he breathes deep and even. Just knock one out into a tissue - or whichever item of clothing he finds on the hardwood floor - then settle in for a few more hours of sleep. 

The lingering aroma of spent passion hangs enticingly in the air, and flicking his left nipple between thumb and forefinger, Oliver’s thoughts wander to the frenzied smacks of their bodies the night before. The whispered words of encouragement as he thrust inside him. Harder. Faster. Più profondo! The eventual pleas for mercy when it was Elio’s nipples he took between his teeth; working the sensitive peaks until they were red and puffy.

He can hear them still - those phantom cries ringing out like a tefillah - and Oliver’s heart trips over itself as he throws caution to the wind. 

Eases the rumpled bedding from his bobbing manhood. 

Gathers the slippery beads of excitement to ease his way.

A vehicle pauses on the street outside. A muffled rendition of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Free Bird rising from its tinny speakers. Oliver closes his eyes on the guitar solo - wriggles to make himself comfortable - and focusing on his sensitive tip, pretends it’s Elio’s whip-smart mouth stretching to accommodate his glans. Unsurprisingly, the mental picture zips a molten trail up his spine, so Oliver proceeds to jerk his cock in earnest; swallowing the raspy groans that choke his tinder-dry throat. 

Imagination turns to need - already, this bears the hallmarks of his fastest orgasm in years - and fumbling blindly over the side of the mattress, he forces his fretful hips immobile as he snags a pair of cotton boxers from amidst tomorrow’s discarded laundry. Elio’s, he discovers, thanks to a surreptitious sniff; the unadulterated scent a powerful aphrodisiac as he brings it to his face.

Just like clockwork, his strokes grow frenetic. The tightness of his scrotum building exponentially as a blazing fire rages at the centre of his being. Beyond his control, the tense muscles of his thighs tremble with urgency - no less violent than the stuttering of his lungs - and the garbled syllables trapped beneath his ribs emerge via stifled whimpers until -

A pointy chin digs into his shoulder.

Blunt nails skim the fading scar on his side.

A second, unabashed palm encloses his fist.

He didn’t hear the tell-tale signs of Elio stirring: the unsubtle creak of their worn-out box springs as he shuffled to close the scant distance between them. Or maybe he did, Oliver debates, while Elio presses a soft, barely-there kiss to his jaw. Airy and teasing, and nowhere near enough. Maybe he’d simply deemed it part of the fantasy. But the shock - the livewire sensation of Elio pulling rank on his pleasure - strikes a deliberate chord, and with a strangled whimper Oliver’s shoved past the thin grey line labelled just about there to right fucking now; his climax exploding like a supernova as bright white orbs dance behind his eyelids. 

It’s devastating in its intensity, yet Elio giggles with clear delight as liquid heat coats their still-moving knuckles. “Better now?” he asks, voice gravelly over his thundering pulse, and Oliver barely has the wherewithal to nod when the other man wriggles southwards, seemingly intent on licking the pearly streaks from his heaving midsection. 

***

Happy Valentine's Day, Peaches... remember when I went through that phase of shameless Oliver wank fics? Well, I figured these two idiots deserved a happy ending ���️

[pro-royalty]

Carey Mulligan x Oscars 2024

[cherrygirlystuff]

Lo-Fi Love: Creating the Perfect 2010s Indie-Inspired Mixtape 🎶

Hey, mixtape maestro! 💿 Ready to dive into the world of lo-fi and indie sounds from the 2010s? Whether you're crafting the ultimate nostalgic playlist or just looking to channel those chill vibes, creating a mixtape that captures the essence of this era is all about blending raw emotion with cool, laid-back sounds. Let’s get into it and make a mixtape that feels like a warm hug from the past.

1. Start with the Essentials: Lo-Fi and Indie Touchstones

To set the stage for your mixtape, you’ll want to include some key tracks and artists that defined the lo-fi and indie scenes of the 2010s. These songs are your foundation, bringing that authentic, nostalgic vibe to your mix.

Lo-Fi Essentials: Think dreamy beats and mellow melodies. Artists like Mac DeMarco, Toro y Moi, and Washed Out were masters of this chill, hazy sound. Include tracks that showcase their signature lo-fi production and laid-back rhythms.

Indie Icons: For that indie edge, mix in songs from bands like Tame Impala, Vampire Weekend, and Arcade Fire. Their innovative sounds and catchy hooks helped shape the indie landscape of the 2010s, making them perfect additions to your mixtape.

2. Craft a Flow: Build a Journey with Your Tracks

The beauty of a great mixtape is how it takes listeners on a journey. You want to create a seamless flow, moving from one track to the next in a way that feels natural and engaging.

Start with a Bang: Kick off your mixtape with a track that sets the tone. Choose something with a memorable melody or a captivating beat to grab attention right away. This could be a standout hit or a hidden gem that encapsulates the lo-fi vibe.

Mix Up the Pace: Vary the tempo and mood of your tracks to keep things interesting. Transition from upbeat indie anthems to more mellow lo-fi tunes, creating a dynamic listening experience. This helps maintain engagement and keeps the mixtape feeling fresh.

End on a High Note: Finish strong with a track that leaves a lasting impression. This could be a powerful anthem, a heartwarming ballad, or a song with an unexpected twist. Make sure it wraps up your mixtape on a memorable note.

3. Add Personal Touches: Reflect Your Unique Taste

While it’s great to include iconic tracks, don’t forget to add your personal touch to the mixtape. This is where you can showcase your unique taste and make the mix truly your own.

Deep Cuts and Hidden Gems: Include a few lesser-known tracks or deep cuts that reflect your personal favorites. These could be underrated songs from well-known artists or tracks from obscure bands that deserve more attention.

Personal Stories: If you’re sharing your mixtape with friends, consider adding a personal note about why you included certain songs. Share memories or anecdotes related to the tracks to give the mixtape an extra layer of meaning.

4. Perfect the Aesthetic: Lo-Fi Visuals and Themes

The visual and thematic elements of your mixtape are just as important as the music. Create a cohesive look and feel that complements the lo-fi and indie vibes of your playlist.

Cover Art: Design a mixtape cover that reflects the aesthetic of the 2010s indie scene. Use vintage-inspired graphics, soft pastel colors, or retro fonts to capture that lo-fi vibe. Websites like Canva can help you create eye-catching cover art even if you’re not a design pro.

Track List Design: Present your track list in a way that feels authentic to the era. Consider using a handwritten font or incorporating elements like cassette tapes or vintage records for a nostalgic touch.

5. Share the Love: Distribute Your Mixtape

Once your mixtape is ready, it’s time to share it with the world! Whether you’re giving it to friends or sharing it online, make sure it gets the love it deserves.

Digital Platforms: Upload your mixtape to platforms like Spotify, SoundCloud, or Bandcamp. Create a playlist and share the link on social media to reach a wider audience.

Physical Copies: For a more personal touch, consider making physical copies of your mixtape. Burn it onto CDs or create custom mixtape cassettes for a nostalgic keepsake.

Final Thoughts, Babe: Embrace the Lo-Fi Magic

Creating the perfect 2010s indie-inspired mixtape is all about capturing the magic of lo-fi and indie music while adding your personal touch. Embrace the nostalgia, experiment with different sounds, and let your mixtape tell a story. Whether you’re reminiscing about the past or introducing a new generation to these iconic sounds, your mixtape is a celebration of the music that defined a decade.

So grab those tracks, get creative with your playlist, and let the lo-fi love flow. Happy mixing! 🎶✨

[sunshinesmebdy]

Moon in Libra: Charm Your Way to Business Balance and Financial Harmony

Ah, Libra! The sign of the scales, the diplomat, the master of aesthetics. When the Moon dances through this air sign, prepare for a potent blend of grace, diplomacy, and a quest for equilibrium in all aspects of life, including your business and finances. So, buckle up, entrepreneurs and financiers, because under Libra’s moonlit skies, we’re about to waltz our way to success.

Business Benefits:

Collaboration Charisma: Libra’s Moon makes you a collaboration pro. Charm investors, negotiate win-win deals, and foster partnerships that feel less like contracts and more like cosmically ordained alliances. Think “power couple,” not “solopreneur.”

Forget the lone wolf; under Libra’s Moon, you’re a celestial Casanova ready to charm the socks off potential partners. Investors swoon at your pitches, negotiations become elegant waltzes, and collaborations blossom like cosmically ordained power couples. Ditch the cutthroat deals; Libra favors win-win scenarios, forging partnerships that feel less like contracts and more like destiny dancing to the rhythm of shared success. So, put on your collaboration crown, unleash your diplomatic charm, and watch your business reach new heights, hand-in-hand with your perfectly matched entrepreneurial dream team.

Branding Brilliance: Channel your inner Venus and unleash your branding magic. Craft a visually stunning image that reflects your values and resonates with your ideal clientele. Remember, first impressions matter, and under Libra’s influence, you’ll make them swoon.

Unleash your inner Venus under the Libra Moon and watch your brand shimmer like a celestial runway. Craft visuals that are as captivating as a sunset, as balanced as a perfectly poised scale, and as unique as your soul. Think sleek fonts that dance with your message, color palettes that reflect your values, and imagery that speaks directly to your ideal client’s desires. Remember, first impressions are like love at first sight — under Libra’s influence, you’ll make them swoon, leaving them mesmerized and ready to say “I do” to your brand.

Conflict Calming: Tensions arise? No sweat! Libra’s Moon equips you with the grace of a celestial mediator. Navigate disagreements with diplomacy, find common ground through active listening, and watch disputes dissolve like mist under a morning sun.

Tensions simmering? Fear not, for under Libra’s Moon, you become a diplomat extraordinaire! Navigate disagreements with the finesse of a cosmic ballerina, your words as soothing as moonlit waves. Practice the art of active listening, transforming clashing cymbals into harmonious chimes. With each empathetic utterance, you’ll find common ground, watch anger melt like morning mist, and leave everyone feeling like winners bathed in the warm glow of Libra’s celestial peace treaty.

Customer Care Captivation: Turn customer service into an art form. Anticipate their needs, personalize your interactions, and make them feel like the VIPs they truly are. Libra’s Moon helps you build lasting loyalty through genuine connection, not just empty platitudes.

Forget customer service scripts; under Libra’s Moon, you’re a maestro of client captivation! Anticipate their needs like a cosmic concierge, weave personalized interactions that sparkle like moonlit threads, and treat them like the VIPs they are. Forget hollow platitudes, embrace genuine connection. Build loyalty through empathy, not empty promises, and watch your customers become not just patrons, but raving fans, drawn back by the irresistible charm of your authentically Libra-ian customer service magic.

Financial Fortunes:

Balanced Budgets: Libra craves harmony, and that extends to your finances. Use this lunar phase to re-evaluate your budget, seeking that sweet spot where income and expenses dance in perfect equilibrium. No more feast-or-famine cycles!

Ditch the financial rollercoaster; under Libra’s Moon, it’s time to tango with budget balance! Reimagine your finances as a celestial equilibrium, where income and expenses pirouette in perfect harmony. Libra craves fairness, so dissect your spending with a cosmic accountant’s eye, trim unnecessary frills, and adjust income streams like tuning the strings of a financial harp. Watch the feast-or-famine cycles fade like a forgotten melody, replaced by a serene symphony of sustainable, balanced budgeting. Breathe easy, entrepreneurs, for financial harmony awaits under Libra’s moonlit scales.

Debt Diplomacy: Stuck in a financial tango with debt? Don’t despair! Libra’s Moon empowers you to negotiate like a pro. Renegotiate terms, seek repayment plans that feel fair, and find creative solutions that leave everyone feeling like winners.

Debt may feel like a tango with quicksand, but Libra’s lunar embrace gives you the agility to sway in your favor. Renegotiate with charm, seek balanced repayment plans, and unleash your creative flair. Remember, a tango takes two, and finding solutions that leave everyone feeling triumphant keeps the music dancing. So, shed the shackles of despair, channel Libra’s grace, and dance your way out of debt with a win-win flourish.

Investments with Ethics: Ditch the get-rich-quick schemes and embrace ethical investing under Libra’s discerning gaze. Research companies that align with your values, prioritize sustainability, and seek long-term stability over short-term gains. Feel good about where your money goes, and watch your portfolio blossom with purpose.

Ditch the financial rollercoaster, entrepreneurs! Under Libra’s celestial sway, your budget transforms into a graceful tango, income and expenses spinning in perfect equilibrium. This lunar tango craves fairness, so grab your cosmic abacus and dissect your spending with an eagle eye. Prune away unnecessary frills, adjust income streams like tuning a celestial harp, and watch the feast-or-famine cycles fade like a forgotten waltz. In their place, a serene symphony of sustainable balance rises, leaving you breathing easy and waltzing hand-in-hand with financial harmony under Libra’s glimmering scales.

Unexpected Collaborations: Keep your eyes peeled for unexpected partnerships that can boost your financial fortunes. Collaborate on projects that leverage your combined strengths, share resources strategically, and witness your income climb as you rise together like the celestial tides.

Keep your cosmic radar pinging, entrepreneurs, for under Libra’s moonlit sky, unexpected partnerships shimmer like hidden treasure. These aren’t random alliances; they’re divinely orchestrated duets where your strengths merge with complementary brilliance. Think yin and yang, moon and stars, two businesses rising like the celestial tides on a wave of shared resources and strategic synergy. Collaborate on projects that ignite your mutual passions, where your combined expertise paints a masterpiece across the financial canvas. Witness your income climb as you rise together, hand-in-hand, a testament to the power of Libra’s moonlit matchmaking magic.

Bonus Tip: Embrace the beauty of Libra! Surround yourself with art, music, and inspiring spaces. Treat yourself to a new outfit that reflects your brand, and remember, sometimes, a little self-care is the best investment you can make.

So, there you have it! The Moon in Libra is your invitation to charm your way to business success, find financial balance, and collaborate your way to prosperity. Remember, success is a beautiful duet, not a solo act. So, find your perfect business partner, raise a glass (or a latte) to financial harmony, and let Libra’s moonlit waltz guide you to a fulfilling and abundant future.

[persephoneflouwers]

Hey! I’m wondering if you have any more favourite Larry fanfics? I read every single one you’ve recommended and they’re amazing! Also highly suggest you read My Saddle’s Waiting by RealityBetterThanFiction on AO3 if you haven’t already. It’s one of a kind! Another thing I made a tumblr so I can reach you lol. Thank you for posting the fanfiction, you’re doing gods work!

Read recently(in no specific order):

Wings to break your fall (102K) by karamelised: classic, iconic, the blueprint of a genre. I read it like 10 times lmao this author is probably my favourite ever. I read everything from them. They wrote another all time favourite for me <3 anyway. This is THE stripper AU. THE Angel Harry with wings. I love love love love it’s such a cute fic omfg

It’s you or no one else (20K) by softfonds ( @softfonds , actually one of my favourite authors here): a cute little ABO fic that revolves around a qui pro quo. Omega Harry and Alpha Louis meet on a cruise while they’re pretending to be respectively Mrs Zayn Payne and a stranger, definitely not a private detective hired by Mr Liam Payne to follow his husband on a unrealistic secret love affair. Very light, very fun! TAGS: Historical fic - 1940s, Fluff, detective Louis, club singer Harry, mentions of pregnancy, false identity

Rise up like the sun (41K) by Star_Henderson ( @tommosgun ) : Louis is a doctor on his way to UCLA for an interview. Harry is an actor who Louis vaguely recognises. He attempts to take a sneaky photo, to send to his friend to help identify him but leaves the flash on. They bond over stupid mistakes, french toast and motorbike rides to the ocean.

Eyes on the horizon (12K) by yeah_alright ( @uhoh-but-yeah-alright ): This was such a fun read. This author never disappoints. I want to quote a line of the fic that got me hooked: «This frankly devastating man with a scruff-dusted face that had Harry’s thoughts drifting to impure places faster than they ever had and a bright, raspy voice that could convince the angel on his shoulder to fall in line with the devil on his other in less than a sentence.» TAGS: age difference, older Harry (he’s forty), younger Louis (he’s in his 20s), bisexual Harry, so much humor in the writing I had so much fun!

All I want for Christmas is (not) you! By unbrxokenhabits (12K): Harry and Louis kind of hate each other. Harry is definitely not happy when Louis barges in on his holiday trip with his family. TAGS: no smut, childhood friends, friends to enemies to lovers, oh there’s only one bed

Everybody wants a taste (2K) by shiptattou : this was soooo cool. TAGS: girl direction, established relationship, public sex

Let me add my two fics here, just because I can <3

Tuca Tuca (IlikeyouIlikeyouIlikeyou) by persephoneflouwers (4.9K): the San Francisco getaway AU where Harry is needy and Louis has a flight in a few hours. TAGS: canon compliant, established relationship, smut and fluff, harry dances in the kitchen and louis plays a guitar

De amore ex tempore (101K) by persephoneflouwers: the middle ages AU / Time travel AU with Philosopher Harry and Painter Louis. Feature Zayn as Maestro Verrocchio, Liam as Lorenzo de’ Medici and Niall… well Niall as a Father. TAGS: historical fiction, period related homophobia, Florence - Italy, louis has long hair at some point, horseback riding, murder attempts, philosophical talks, some sex in front of the fireplace, with almond oil as lube, under a sky full of stars in a brook.

[kon-igi]

COVID = AIDS?

@heresiae mi ha chiesto di commentare QUESTO POST (commentare non del tipo 'Maestro, illuminaci!' ma più tipo '???????') e mi tocca dire che nonostante alcuni punti siano meritevoli di approfondimento (perché, di massima, corretti) le informazioni vengono sparate in stecca con un tono allarmistico e, a mio avviso, esagerato.

In sintesi, nel post linkato si paragona il covid all'aids perché sono venute fuori evidenze (come leggerete, comuni ad altre infezioni virali) che la malattia da Sars-CoV2 abbia un effetto indebolente sul sistema immunitario... senza scendere in spiegazioni dettagliate su cosa siano i Linfociti T (T Cells nell'originale), in sostanza si correla l'infezione con un'aumentata APOPTOSI (morte cellulare programmata, utile al rinnovo) di queste cellule del nostro sistema immunitario, col risultato che dopo la malattia quest'ultimo diventerebbe più 'debole' e quindi più suscettibile ad altre infezioni nonché tumori.

Per amor di precisione, il paragone con l'aids è stato estrapolato da un'osservazione specifica che è stata posta fuori contesto, infatti HIV e il Sars-CoV2 sono due virus COMPLETAMENTE differenti e il Sars-CoV2 NON SI COMPORTA COME L'HIV che invece si aggancia e gemma all'interno dei linfociti CD4, inattivandone completamente la capacità immunitaria; inoltre sono stati riportati solo articoli scientifici che parlano dell'aumentata apoptosi cellulare senza specificare che:

SI TRATTA DI UN FENOMENO TEMPORANEO

E' PROPORZIONALE ALLA GRAVITA' DELL'INFEZIONE

Risultati: L’estesa linfopenia delle cellule T osservata in particolare nei pazienti con COVID-19 grave durante l’infezione acuta si era ripresa 6 mesi dopo l’infezione, accompagnata da una normalizzazione delle risposte funzionali delle cellule T agli antigeni virali comuni. Abbiamo rilevato un’attivazione persistente delle cellule T CD4+ e CD8+ fino a 12 mesi dopo l’infezione, in pazienti con COVID-19 lieve e grave, misurata dall’aumento dell’espressione di HLA-DR e CD38 su queste cellule. L’attivazione persistente delle cellule T dopo COVID-19 era indipendente dalla somministrazione di un vaccino COVID-19 post-infezione. Inoltre, abbiamo identificato un sottogruppo di pazienti con COVID-19 grave che presentava una conta di cellule T CD8+ persistentemente bassa al follow-up e mostrava un fenotipo distinto durante l’infezione acuta costituito da una risposta disfunzionale delle cellule T e segni di eccessivo processo pro-infiammatorio. produzione di citochine. Conclusione: il nostro studio suggerisce che il numero e la funzione delle cellule T si riprendono nella maggior parte dei pazienti dopo COVID-19. Tuttavia, troviamo prove di attivazione persistente delle cellule T fino a 12 mesi dopo l’infezione e descriviamo un sottogruppo di pazienti affetti da COVID-19 grave con conteggi di cellule T CD8+ persistentemente bassi che mostrano una risposta immunitaria disregolata durante l’infezione acuta.

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Questi fenomeni non sono dicotomici e irreparabili come nell'infezione da HIV e nell'AIDS (che ricordo essere due cose diverse: si può essere positivi all'HIV e non sviluppare l'aids) e anche se nessuno (che abbia un QI perlomeno a due cifre) nega che ci possano essere queste complicazioni, esse NON SONO LA NORMA e condensare molteplici studi e osservazioni ancora in fieri in un unico post dandogli un taglio così netto e allarmistico a me pare controproducente ed esagerato.

Come avevo accennato all'inizio, sono parecchie le infezioni - spesso ritenute 'innocue' - che nel breve e nel lungo periodo possono potenzialmente dare GROSSI problemi al nostro sistema immunitario e all'organismo più in genere, però non ve le dico tanto non ci potete fare nulla e vivreste in un costante stato di paura che davvero non merita.

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I'm off to fringe for a few days soon, do you have any recommendations on who to see this year?

I have no idea of what kind of comedy you like, but I do have a few! Although if you ask me in a week I may have more, as my husband will have had chance to see more and rec them to me; I'll be going up later in the month. But I have seen some in preview and heard great things about others.

Steffan Alun: Free Stand-Up Will Blow Your Mind. 11.45am, Just the Tonic at the Mash House.

Very good show this year, and when I saw it in final preview a woman in front of me very literally cried with laughter at one point, and had to take her glasses off to dry her face. It's about approaching middle age and wondering if you're a role model, and it's his usual style: very anecdotal, lil bit moral and political, very optimistic, and very Welsh. Owing to some Fringe Bollocks he's not in a great time slot, so every audience member is very appreciated this year, because it's a fantastic show that deserves more coverage than it's going to get (why do we even HAVE morning time slots...)

Josh Elton: Mountain Jew. 13.45, Brewdog

Another one I've seen in preview! Josh is a Welsh Jewish comedian and his show this year is about labels, and the benefits and drawbacks of them (eventually examining his own). It's charming and irreverent and makes good points while being hilarious.

Cerys Bradley: Not Overthinking Things 2019. 15.30, the Alcove at Laughing Horse @ Bar 50

A Tumblr darling, if only Tumblr kept up with comedy outside of famous TV comedians. Cerys is NB and autistic and had one of my favourite shows last year - it was about how they joined a women's rugby team and had to navigate being unfit, socially awkward, and trans. It was amazing. According to Steff, this year's show is even better, so it's first on my own list to watch when I get the chance. (Also Cerys is an absolute delight on a personal level. This is rare in a comedian. I mean, so is everyone else on this list, but eh.)

Jake Baker: Alone Together. 17.30, Just the Tonic at the Caves.

Another I saw in preview and Very Enjoyed! Gently political but charmingly whimsical and extremely funny, and I saw a relatively early preview so it'll be even better now. Jake has a really lovely stage presence, kind of sweet and slightly shy, which means you feel at ease but are therefore floored all the more when the bigger hooks come. Really good show.

Priya Hall: Grandmother's Daughter. 16.20, Monkey Barrel 2.

God, I remember when Priya did her fifth ever gig. At the end the MC, pro Welsh comic Matt Rees, got up to see her off the stage, and once she'd sat down he went "So...was that really your fifth gig?" And when she said yes, he said "Because... I don't know if anyone has told you yet, but... it's considered courtesy among comedians if, when you're starting out, you remember to be shit for a while."

We knew she'd be going places, is what I'm saying

Anyway, she's doing her debut! And I believe it's about her quest with her girlfriend to become parents, while talking about the role her Indian grandmother played in her Welsh family. I haven't seen it yet but I intend to.

Sooz Kempner: Y2K Woman. 15.45, Underbelly, Bristo Square

They've all been free or pay what you want so far, but this is the first of two ticketed shows in the Big Four that I'll flag up. £11 a standard ticket, £10 a concession, but with the Big Four keep an eye on the specials board - plus they often do two for one offers on tickets on Mondays and Tuesdays, so see if her show is included in that.

It's about late 90s/early 00s nostalgia, and also the fact that she's starring in a really interesting Doctor Who mixed media spin off project atm that hardcore Doctor Who fans hate and are furious about for reasons of being boring nerds with zero fun.

Alice Fraser: Twist. 20.30, Underbelly, Bristo Square

Honest to God the woman is just. A master. A maestro. A goddess of comedy. She could read the phone book and you'd be in hysterics, plus rolling around on the floor. You could receive news that every single person you'd ever met and liked had all been accidentally jettisoned into space in a freak accident involving a Tesla crashing into a SpaceX rocket, and you'd still laugh yourself sick at her show. She's breathtaking. Go and see her.