#massive apologies for the huge delay ;;

[s-lay-ing]

GOING SEVENTEEN 2022: Wonwoo edition 💎

[hannieehaee]

ahh i dont know if this is weird but i was just curious abt how you think svt would react to their s/o using a safeword during sex???

18+ / mdi

their s/o using the safeword during sex

content: mentions of sex, assumed established relationship, mentions of using the safe word, mentions of reader getting hurt, etc.

wc: 873

a/n: thank u for requesting!! i made it kind of ambiguous as to why the safe word was used so u can just use ur imagination for that<3

masterlist

seungcheol -

freaking out internally at having hurt you but!! externally he'd immediately jump into comforting mode and do everything in his power to ensure your safety and comfort. he'd apologize endlessly for having delayed even on second in detecting your discomfort and would spend the rest of the night cooing and pouting at you as he babied you.

jeonghan -

for once in his life he'd be caught so off guard and enter a state of shock, stopping immediately and unsure of how to proceed. even though things didnt go too far and you hadnt gotten hurt or anything, he'd still feel sooo fucking bad. wouldnt be able to joke to lighten the mood either bc he'd just feel so bad to have hurt you in such an intimate setting. would coo at you and caress you the rest of the day.

joshua -

soooo worried and apologetic. the apologies would be endless as he held onto you and ran his hand up and down your back. sex would be the last thing on his mind as he made sure you felt safe and calm. would make sure he knew what made you use the safe word so he'd never do it again.

jun -

he'd go from 0 to 100 super quickly with his brain completely disregarding what you guys were doing just a few moments ago to make sure you were okay. would ask a million questions as he checked with you. if you pointed out his still massively hard dick, he'd grab a pillow and cover it, claiming it was 100% off his mind at the moment.

soonyoung -

super apologetic lol would just mutter apology after apology after apology and hold onto you so tightly whenever you gave him the green light. he would barely even allow you a word in at first bc of how many apologies he'd be blabbering. would thank you for letting him know before things got too far bc it wouldve absolutely broken him if he had actually harmed you in any way.

wonwoo -

he'd be slow at stopping, knowing that if he suddenly were to stop he might run the risk of hurting you or scare you off. he would continue to be slow in his movements as he pulled you closer and held you in his arms, always giving you time and space to create a distance or move however you pleased. he'd apologize if he hurt you and try to do anything you needed to make sure you were comfortable.

jihoon -

irrationally scared he might've hurt you beyond forgiveness at first. this was a first for him, so he'd feel beyond apologetic and like he had committed a capital crime at having hurt you, even if it was an accident. once you both caught your breaths he'd comfort you (and himself) as he held onto you and made sure you were okay, apologizing for whatever it was that caused you to use your safe word.

seokmin -

stops immediately and becomes extremely apologetic about it to the point where he almost cries. he'd NEVER want to let his lust go so overboard to the point of even giving you the slightest discomfort so this instance would stick to him. you'd have to come to him next time u wanna have sex bc he'd wanna give you space to decide if u wanted sex again on ur own.

mingyu -

jumps off you so quickly he knocks himself off the bed with a huge tud, making himself become the actually injured one. the tables would turn, making you have to take care of the bruise he gave himself but would be consistently interrupted by him wanting to tend to you in case he had somehow hurt you.

minghao -

he'd take it so seriously even if you told him it wasn't that big of a deal, that you just felt off for some reason. none of your rebuttals mattered when he entered a zone of utmost worry for you. he'd switch things up completely, telling you to lay down while he made you a warm drink and prepared a bath for the two of you.

seungkwan -

really loud lol. he'd get scared at the situation, having never been through it and not knowing what to do. he'd end up going overboard and overcompensating in trying to tend to you after having accidentally hurt you.

vernon -

another member who would be too shocked to react at first, simply pulling away from you and blanking on what to do. after a few moments of staring blankly, he'd finally move and ask if you needed anything, checking if you were okay or if you were hurt in any way. he'd feel kind of awkward but would still be sincere in his worry for your wellbeing.

chan -

jumps back immediately, eyes wide as he freezes in place. would take him a few moments to actually get close enough to you to check what was wrong and offer his comfort. would feel soooooo fucking bad. would also feel embarrassed that he had somehow hurt you or made you uncomfortable in any way. you'd somewhat have to comfort him to make him realize it was fine since he listened when you used your safe word.

[yutaholic]

need to know (M)

PAIRING: Taeyong (NCT) + reader (female)

GENRE: stuck in quarantine; a hot mess; smut

SUMMARY: Taeyong is a great roommate and you would never do anything to jeopardize your friendship with him, but the longer you’re cooped up in the apartment together, the harder it gets to ignore what’s starting between you and him.

WARNINGS: mild language; explicit sexual content

NOTES: 3.2k words; listening to need to know by doja cat

Well, it finally happened. You overheard your roommate masturbating.

And after gasping in horror, followed by flushing with total embarrassment, you did the unthinkable. You pressed your ear to the door and kept listening. It wasn’t your proudest moment, but a few minutes later, in the privacy of your bathroom, it led to one hell of an orgasm.

After that, you could barely look at Taeyong when you were together in the shared living space. Or the kitchen. Would he drop dead of shock if you told him he had the sexiest moans you’d ever heard? How could you mention to him that you’d listened to him jack off and then fingered yourself in the shower?

The answer was you couldn’t. No way in hell. So, you kept your mouth shut.

Firstly, Taeyong didn’t like you like that. Of that you were certain. You were friends and roommates and nothing more. Second, you’d be damned if you jeopardized a fantastic living arrangement in the middle of a global pandemic.

But as that pandemic continued with no end in sight and more time was spent in isolation, frustration set in.

Then, the worst thing of all happened. Your vibrator died.

Old Faithful. Ole Reliable. She was gone. You dragged your feet out to the kitchen and dropped her into the trash bin.

“What’s wrong?” Taeyong asked curiously, seeing the pout you were sporting.

“She’s dead.”

Taeyong glanced over, catching a glimpse of the hot pink vibrator just as you closed the lid to the trash. His eyes widened and he mumbled, “Oh, I always thought that buzzing noise was your phone.”

You almost burst into laughter, covering your mouth to hide it.

Taeyong’s cheeks flushed when he realized you and he were standing beside the dead remains of your vibrator, indirectly talking about your sex life.

“I masturbate too, you know,” you said calmly.

“Too?” Taeyong stiffened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You rolled your eyes. “Come on, Tae. We’re both adults.”

Taeyong looked one more breath away from passing out. Thanks to his upbringing, it felt disrespectful talking to a girl about this that wasn’t his intimate partner. Especially when said girl was who he thought of when he fisted his dick at night.

“Sorry,” you quickly apologized. Given the look on his face, you’d overstepped an unspoken boundary. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Forget I said anything.”

Taeyong surprised you. “No. It’s fine. I was worried about making you uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine.”

Well, with that established, Taeyong could ask the important questions. “Do you, uh, have a replacement?”

You perked up at him being less awkward about it and replied, “I’ve ordered another one, but they’re backed up and delayed. Can’t imagine why.”

Taeyong snorted.

“That just leaves the trusty dildo,” you added offhandedly.

Taeyong’s cheeks flared with heat again. He did not need to be thinking about you fucking yourself with a dildo. Was it pink too? Your roommate asked before he could stop himself, “Is it big?”

You fought back a chuckle. “It’s not huge, if that’s what you’re wondering. Do you wanna see it?”

“Your dildo?”

You shrugged. “Yeah. I mean, you asked how big it was.”

Taeyong mumbled, “The number of inches would be fine.”

“Six insertable.”

Insertable? Oh, god. Taeyong absolutely did not need to think about anything inserting inside you. Inside your pussy. Wet and throbbing and... fuck.

He swallowed the massive lump in his throat and tried to ignore the faint twitch of his cock in his pants, and deflected with humor. “So, women wanting ten inch dicks is a myth?”

“Every woman is different,” you said coolly. “I can’t handle ten. Five to seven is perfect for me.”

That was music to Taeyong’s ears. His cock twitched again. The one that was within that range when hard. Stop it, Taeyong chided. But he was already thinking with his dick when he asked, “Is it girthy?”

You watched him shift his weight. If you didn’t know any better, you would think this was turning him on a little bit. You decided to test him. “Are you sure you don’t wanna see it?” Your tone was coy.

Taeyong studied you. There was a short pause. He didn’t want to be a coward and his curiosity gave him a shove. “Show me the damn dildo.”

You turned on your heels and marched right into your room, your pulse thundering with excitement (and arousal) at the sound of his footsteps behind you. You opened the top door of your dresser, slipped your hand into the folded panties and took out a dildo.

“It’s orange,” Taeyong said, as if it weren’t obvious. And orange was an understatement. It was bright and borderline fluorescent. It would reflect headlights in traffic.

Taeyong tilted his head slightly. The damn thing even had veins. It was one of the most realistic looking fake cocks he’d ever seen (though for the record, he hadn’t seen many). Complete with balls. Whew. What a time to be alive.

“Yeah. It looks like a creamsicle,” you said cutely, giving the dildo a quick wiggle just to get a reaction out of him.

Taeyong chuckled. “Does that mean you suck on it too?”

“Of course. Throat game and all that.”

Taeyong realized too late that he was licking his lips, thinking about your lips wrapped around that fake cock. Which made him think about your lips sealing around his very real - and soon to be very hard - dick.

You loved that he was getting less and less skittish about it. You and Taeyong had always been comfortable with each other.

But by the way he was looking at you, you knew he was imagining what that mouth could do.

You cocked your head. “Do you want me to show you?”

His eyes flickered and his dick practically leapt in his pants, getting stiffer in record time. “You wanna suck my dick?”

You meant the dildo. You definitely meant the dildo. But boy oh boy, just hearing him say it made you clench your thighs.

“Yes,” you said, trying to hide your excitement. It had been so long since you got to choke on a cock.

And it had been even longer since Taeyong got a blow job. Not that he was inclined to tell you that. It was too embarrassing.

He tended to avoid them, because he came too fast. But Taeyong had a feeling he could trust you. You were so nonchalant about the whole thing. Talking about sex didn’t make you flush like he did.

No. Taeyong knew you wouldn’t pass judgement.

So, he started unfastening his jeans and you glanced down to watch, licking your lips at those veiny arms, before dropping to your knees at his feet and helping him get his dick out of his pants.

His girth surprised you at first. Honestly, you weren’t expecting him to be so thick in your grasp considering his lean build. Wrapping your hand around his half-hard cock, you let saliva spill from your lips and onto the tip, working him up with your spit so he was easier to pump in your fist.

Taeyong cursed softly, sucking in a breath through his teeth at your touch. Fuck, when was the last time a hand other than his own touched his dick?

You were out of your mind with lust. Isolation was a motherfucker. You were so horny you couldn’t form the words, so you didn’t. Your mouth watered as he grew painfully stiff in your grasp until you finally wrapped your lips around the head and sucked.

Taeyong, to your delight, moaned and the sound sent a shudder straight to your core. You already knew he was vocal and nothing made you wetter than a lover that wasn’t afraid to make noise. You liked knowing you were doing a good job and making him feel good.

You took more of him in your mouth as reward, bobbing back and forth until the head of him was in the back of your throat, and you swallowed around him for good measure.

“Fuck,” Taeyong groaned loudly, getting a handful of your hair. He needed something to hold onto.

You focused on hollowing your cheeks, working around his dick, trying to get him off. You held his hips with your hands and pressed your fingertips into his flesh, rocking him toward you.

Taeyong gave a tentative thrust into your mouth, jaw going slack at the wet squelching and gasping sounds coming from your throat where the head of his cock was buried.

He had no idea you had this side to you. You were calmly sucking him dry, barely breaking a sweat. It turned him on more than anything; you being on your knees for him. And goddamn, you had dropped to your knees so eagerly. Taeyong gathered all of your hair into a ponytail and wound the strands around his fist, gently steering your head up and down his dick.

You relaxed, handing him the reins, letting him use your mouth as he pleased. Your panties were soaked against your folds, drenched with your arousal. Your walls clenched each time he thrust into your mouth. His moans were so delicious you hummed, sending vibrations through his cock that almost made his knees buckle.

“I’m coming,” Taeyong warned breathlessly, pumping faster into your throat.

So soon, you thought, haughty as ever. You scraped your fingers down his thighs before reaching right for his balls, massaging and squeezing them. The moment you did, Taeyong choked out a moan and emptied himself down your throat, shaking and jerking, tugging on your hair so tightly that you whimpered around his length.

Taeyong withdrew from you sharply, panting for breath and blinking through the tears in his eyes. Fuck, he thought. It felt so good he almost lost his goddamn mind. The edges of his vision blurred.

Swallowing down the last of his load, you got to your feet, grinning at how disheveled he looked. You were tempted to ask him, “How was it?” but you already knew the answer.

Taeyong blushed the moment your eyes met and mumbled, “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“You were perfect,” you flirted, running a hand through your hair. Then, you reached for the orange dildo that started this whole mess and said, “If you don’t mind, me and the creamsicle are gonna bond over this real quick.”

If you didn’t do something about the throbbing ache in your core, you were going to go insane.

Taeyong gawked. Were you really not going to let him reciprocate? “I wanna do it,” he blurted out.

You arched a brow. “Do what?”

“Get you off.”

“How?”

Taeyong, at long last, realized you were toying with him and something inside him snapped. He grabbed you and spun you around, your shoulders against his chest, and started pawing at your body, sneaking his hand into your shorts and then your panties.

And when his fingers found your dripping folds, the lowest growl rumbled in his throat.

“You’re so wet,” Taeyong hissed in your ear. Holy shit. Sucking him dry did that to you? Taeyong was already calculating all the ways he would return the favor a thousand fold.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he palmed your sex, prodding two long fingers into your hole. You reached back and fisted a handful of his hair as you moaned, your walls stretching around the intrusion.

“And tight,” he said lowly, biting down on the base of your neck to keep from moaning. Taeyong sucked in a breath, thinking of how your perfect pussy would wrap around his cock and milk every drop out of him.

You arched into his chest, hips moving on their own. He fingered you languidly, heel of his hand pressing into your clit. “Fuck,” you groaned, grinding into his hand, holding onto his arms desperately.

Taeyong’s breaths were hot and heavy on your neck. With every push of his fingers into your cunt, his dick was getting hard again. He couldn’t resist a heat-seeking thrust, smacking his hips into your ass. He knew you could feel his cock, but you said nothing about it.

Though you were nice enough to bounce your ass against it.

As he fingered you, you slowly but surely fumbled at your clothes until you were naked and Taeyong mirrored you. Skin against skin. Hot and sweaty and intimate.

“I’m close… Tae…,” you whimpered, eyes winched shut.

Taeyong had never heard your voice sound so soft. He was making you feel good and that made him crazed with lust. He squeezed your breast, holding you against him as he played with your nipple, stroking his fingers in your wet pussy.

“Come,” Taeyong said in your ear, driving his digits into your sex faster. The loud squelch each time he pushed in knuckles deep made him so horny for you he couldn’t see straight. Taeyong had never wanted to get someone off this badly.

“Oh, god. Oh, fuck,” you stammered out, going rigid with release. You moaned and shuddered, grappling at his arms, trying to escape as the orgasm made you gasp for air and sent a hard tremble through your body. Taeyong didn’t let go; he trapped you to him, needing to feel your walls pulse around his fingers.

Satisfied, Taeyong finally set you free and you staggered into the dresser, bracing your hands on the edge. The insides of your thighs were slick with release and you pressed them together to soothe the pulsing in your core.

Still catching your breath, you willed yourself to face Taeyong, nervous as to what you would find. One look at the unadulterated lust in his eyes had you reeling. Your gaze fell to his cock, hard and weeping, and you reached for him without a word.

You were so far gone. Your brain went on vacation and your body took over.

Taeyong melted into your arms, letting you lead him over to your bed. There was no thought in his head except how you would feel. He palmed over your breasts, paying close attention to your stiff nipples. You were so soft to the touch that Taeyong couldn’t get enough. He wanted to drag his lips and tongue over every inch of you.

When the backs of your legs met the edge of your bed, you fell back and spread your legs invitingly, tugging Taeyong between your thighs with your hands on his hips. Taeyong stroked his cock in his fist eagerly, gathering your slick on his fingers to coat his dick. You whined with impatience, grasping him at the tip and steering him between your folds.

Taeyong hooked your knees in his elbows and arched his back as he slid inside you like silk, moaning at how you opened up for him, your walls clenching around every inch of his dick. If he didn’t know any better, Taeyong would think he fit inside you a little too good.

“Taeyong,” you sighed, face tense with pleasure. He was so thick and deep in the pit of your stomach, pushing your limits just right. You set your fingertips into his hips and rocked into him, grinding yourself onto his cock. You wanted all of it. You wanted everything he had to give.

“Fuck,” Taeyong hissed, drawing back and thrusting into you, watching himself vanish inside you, your walls fluttering around his length. How he had gone this long without pussy was a mystery. Taeyong swore he’d never felt so good in his life than he did at this moment, buried inside you.

“Don’t stop,” you chanted as he picked up the pace, jaw unhinged. “Please, don’t stop.”

Your headboard slammed against the wall at a merciless rhythm. Taeyong growled at how good you were taking it, especially when you sank your nails into his back and begged him to go harder. His usual self liked things a bit more slow and sensual, but not when the tension was this thick.

He needed to come. And so did you.

You weren’t far from it either. You were still sensitive and aroused from the first orgasm that every thrust of his cock shoved you toward another one.

“Can I finish inside?” Taeyong asked, his voice heavy and labored.

“Y-yes,” you said, nodding eagerly. You reached down and rubbed at your clit, whimpering with sensitivity. “Please make me come first.”

Taeyong smoothed his hands to your thighs and pushed them higher, almost folding you in half. He slowed a little to keep himself from the edge, but smacked his hips into yours hard and rough, arching his strokes to find that sweet spot.

Your face tensed with pleasure and you threw your head back and moaned, fisting the blankets beneath you.

There it is. Taeyong sank his teeth into his bottom lip, driving his cock into that spot, feeling you clench on him, listening to the fucking beautiful sounds you were making pitch higher and higher until you finally came undone beneath him.

The cry that left you was so primal and desperate you barely recognized it. You shook with orgasm, grabbing Taeyong’s arms and twisting away from him as he kept thrusting into your slick cunt.

But the moment you started coming back down from the high, you made sure to tell him, “Fill me up, baby.”

“Oh, fuck!” Taeyong let out a long, pained groan as he emptied his load inside you, shoving himself balls deep in your pussy to make sure not a drop was wasted.

You grunted a little when Taeyong collapsed on top of you, hiding his face in your neck. You wrapped your arms around his waist reassuringly, letting him catch his breath as you sank deeper into the mattress beneath his weight.

Taeyong finally sat up on his elbows and peered down at you, tossing the damp hair out of his eyes. “Um…,” he started unsurely. What the hell was he supposed to say after railing his roommate? “Thank you?”

You giggled. “You’re welcome.”

Taeyong’s cheeks flushed crimson. “It was okay I came inside, right?”

“I’m on the pill.”

“Okay,” he said, then his expression changed.

Your brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

Taeyong really didn’t want to say anything, but it weighed on his conscience. And given he was inside you, he felt that maybe he could be honest with you. “We just had sex and… we didn’t even kiss once.”

You simpered. He was such a softie. “Do you want to kiss me?” you asked sweetly.

More than anything. Taeyong nodded, fighting a bashful smile.

You slipped your fingers into his hair and tugged him down to you, pressing your lips to his with a tenderness that made his heart spin.

Taeyong crumbled instantly, gathering you in his arms and deepening the kiss.

You grinned against his mouth. Maybe being stuck in quarantine with your roommate wasn’t so bad after all.

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[ayeforscotland]

I'm not a super dedicated gamer these days, but I loved Kerbal Space Program (a game that was more a labour of love than a commercial project) and was super hyped for the much delayed KSP2. When I saw it was releasing as early access (years late) I worried for its hopes of ever seeing completion and held off buying, now after all the other shananigans the entire team have been let go in yet another mass lay-off in the gaming industry. I feel like, a few notable exceptions aside, the big-budget gaming sector has been failing to deliver real quality games for a long time now, with lower-budget indie games more often coming up with gold from much simpler foundations. It seems almost as though developers are being pushed to shoot for unachievably epic games and releasing buggy messes, or vast but hollow worlds when the publishers get impatient or the money runs out. Is there any grain of truth in my feeling that bankrollers' expectations for games is leading to more games failing to live up to the hype as projects spiral out of control and over budget? Would big studios benefit from learning from indie devs and aiming to really nail down a simpler scope but on a scale beyond what the indies can achieve?

Industry-wise there’s a couple of things at play. And apologies for the length of this.

During the pandemic, there was a shitload of investment into the gaming industry as everyone was at home and many started playing games for the first time, so venture capital firms piled money in.

They were looking for a return on their investment, not really aiming to cultivate long-term studio success.

This puts pressure on the studio to get the game out the door quickly. That month or two of QA before launch just becomes overhead while you have a product that could be selling right now.

Chance to earn even more money for shareholders and execs? Welcome to microtransaction hell.

So that’s one side of it, investors/shareholders/execs forcing decisions that make games worse.

Next bit is partly influenced by the shareholder side of things but also a huge cultural side too. Lots of studios complete a project and then layoff staff because the next game isn’t ready to start being developed yet OR layoff staff because they don’t want to pay them OR staff leave to go and do something else (often due to lack of pay, lack of promotion etc)

And what this leads to is a *massive* corporate knowledge gap. People take their skills and knowledge and create voids. Voids that need to be filled by senior staff, which is why big AAA studios are always hiring seniors, and rarely hiring juniors. So all the seniors job-hop from studio to studio and there’s no new skill set being cultivated by new industry talent.

In my experience, these huge studios are also incredibly siloed. It’s something that impacts most industries, siloed teams lead to sluggish development and decision-making.

I think the games industry walks an incredibly fine line between being a creative endeavour and being a tech business. Process management methodologies honestly seem quite alien to the games industry, most of the time to its detriment.

It honestly wouldn’t be that hard to implement but Production as a discipline within games seems to be relegated to ‘staring at JIRA’ particularly in larger studios.

Could write forever about this to be honest.

Worth saying that indie studios also have their own issues. Almost everything is a scramble, and the search for publisher funding is a nightmare.

[louisisalarrie]

Hello love. I like sending you asks because you’re always great at responding. This one is a bit sensitive. Don’t post if not appropriate.

Louis and alcohol. You’ve worked with him and seen him a little more closely than most. Is he a massive drinker (like, every day) or is his alcohol consumption a little exaggerated? I’ve seen other posts referring to him as having a problem, which seems a cruel assumption when people don’t know the guy.

It looks to me like there’s a ton of boozing on tour (lots of stories from other artists who’ve worked with him confirm they all drink a lot when they’re all together) but L never looks as though he goes on stage p*ssed. He tends to have beer on stage with him but never drinks the whole thing (I kind of feel like it’s a bit of a nervous habit, to have a drink there he can grab but not to be necessarily knocking it back show). I mean he definitely looks like he drinks a lot post show but we never hear of him turning up to meet fans drunk or smelling of booze (and there dont seem to be any major boozy stories about him doing something bad because he was drunk - oh apart from breaking his arm!) so I’m on the fence about whether or not he does have unhealthy drinking habits or not. He seems pretty controlled and put together with the occasional post show drunken/stoned selfie!

What are your thoughts?

I guess I just want a healthy Louis.

Hello anon! Apologies for the hold up on this, I wanted to do a good and thorough job at responding because it is a sensitive topic, for sure. I’m not sure how much you dabble in substances, your age, or your experiences with said substances, so what I say may feel like it’s still too much, but yeah, I hope I can provide you with some reassurance. So, lovely anon, welcome to the show!

TW for alcohol and drug use

Drinking and drug use is heavily glorified, over indulged in, and used as a crutch in the entertainment industry, but often times you only hear the worst of it. You’ve got the stories of overdoses, media analysing stars because they look drunk performing on stage, and artists having a bad/shocking image because they partake in alcohol/drugs depending on who their demographic is (zouis weed video, for example).

It’s often used as a coping mechanism, to just take a bit of the edge off. This doesn’t mean that all artists use it to an extreme extent to where they can’t perform/can’t live without it (like it’s portrayed in A Star is Born), and don’t get me wrong, some do, but from what I’ve seen and my pals and colleagues in the music industry have seen, Louis doesn’t overindulge.

I mean, they’d have a drink (or multiple) for the same reasons as we do, to just… chill out the nervous system, or carry on the energy. Dissipate some anxiety before going on stage and while on stage, calming down your body and mind from the adrenaline afterwards, partying and carrying on a bit more heavily if you’re celebrating. I’ve toured, not to the same extent as L or H, but it becomes quite normalised within people from the artist’s direct team, their direct touring crew, to the promoters, to the artist’s personal friends. It’s SO much work putting on these shows and travelling and when everything goes well, it’s a huge relief and time for a beverage or a joint. It’s just kinda… very normalised, which is also really bad, but Louis, from what I’ve seen and heard, is smart with it.

You’re correct in saying he isn’t drunk on stage, he doesn’t smell like substances (only cigarettes but that’s a whole other story), and only has 1 beer on stage.

His rider is pretty standard too. Artists over order so they don’t need runners to go get them stuff causing a delay. And then they take whatever they don’t finish to the hotel with them or whatever. If you were famous you’d wanna milk the free stuff 100%, so yeah, if that is a cause of concern for some fans seeing the leaked LATAM rider, I can assure you that it doesn’t go that far between the amount of people in his band and crew. It’s just… very normalised, but doesn’t happen every night.

Louis also just loves to dabble in the devils lettuce (im super annoyed that I have a story about this that I can’t share but he’s fucking hilarious) and loves a drink. Alcohol is also super normalised and encouraged in the UK, and here in Australia too. So I see a lot of it and it’s just kind of a thing you… do. It’s more so if you don’t drink, people are like ????? Hahaha.

So growing up in a country where it’s very normal to drink a beer or get pissed, it’s kind of engrained, and then being in an industry where it’s also normalised, it’s 100% natural to lean into it. When I drink on tour, it’s certainly less often than artists, but it’s just a social celebration thing and it’s kind of expected to a degree. In my opinion, and from what I’ve seen of him going on tour, he doesn’t have a problem nor loses any professionalism on or off the stage. He’s very serious about making these shows good and proving himself.

When I was backstage with him at one of these shows, he was in a green room that wasn’t too far from my office. He is so LOUD and hearing his giggle and talking shit was so wild hahaha. I could smell cigarettes, and heard him and his band/crew do a shot before the show, but apart from that I think maybe they had one or two beers in the late arvo together. I don’t clean/service green rooms so I can’t tell you 100% how much they drank, but it was pretty lowkey. I also don’t think he gets stoned before going on stage (I would’ve smelt it). I think it’s purely an after show fun time which also helps him sleep from jet lag/adrenaline etc. like I mentioned earlier.

He eats well, and while not as healthy as H, still filling food and has an appetite (im talking during the day, not the wild amount of munchies he orders post show), so he’s not letting alcohol/nicotine curb his appetite to that point. He did have bottle service at his hotel on a couple of those nights, too. But again, the bigger indulgence seems to be post show. He’s overall still healthy.

From what we’ve seen, it would be very easy to spot if he was going too far. He’s 100% in control and uses it as a small crutch like a lot of us do due to the intense stress of our jobs. Tbh he also just likes a drink and a joint or two and there’s no reason to worry. Hell, I like a drink or a joint or two and im good at my job, know when to stop, and uphold my professionalism to a high standard. There’s truly no reason to worry, he’s just louder about it than the other boys (I’ve heard that Niall gets on it just as much, but we don’t see it).

Now, it may seem like im making excuses for the industry or for Louis or whatever, but truly, it kinda is what it is. There has been a small but significant shift in the industry around drinking and drug use though, and how it affects mental health, which is great. In Australia, we have a resource called “Support Act” which is an organisation that now has a 24/7 wellbeing hotline for artists, industry folks, and crew, and while it has been around since 1997, it is obviously far bigger and more accessible now due to technology etc., and has great resources. The UK similarly has “Music Minds Matter”, and there are multiple around the US. So there is definitely a larger awareness on the toll touring and an industry career can take on you, and I have no doubt that Louis is aware of his limits and has supportive and wonderful people around him.

Wow okay this turned into a whole other thing. Sorry!!! Hahaha. Look, in short, he drinks nowhere near as much as other artists I’ve worked with (8 bottles of top shelf whiskey in one night thanks) and unless we see any cause for concern, im sure he’s okay, 100% in control, and just living his best life as a 32 yr old successful rockstar. Try not to worry!

[duskstargazer]

Content warning // character death, explicit character death, potentially gruesome imagery

[1996]

The two engines greeted their visitor cheerfully.

“Welcome to the Sodor Steelworks!” Harry smiled.

“Where yesterday's loss is-”

“No.”

“Where yesterday's old wheel is tomorrow's new steel!” Bert grinned.

Harry sighed.

“Are you two done mucking around?” The engine grunted. “I haven't got all day. My railway is expecting me back by morning, and I have no desire to keep my director waiting.”

“'Your railway’?” Bert asked.

“Yes. A preservation line out East, near the Southern Region.”

‘So not a Sodor Engine’, the two diesels thought in unspoken chorus. He didn't know it, but the Steelworks’ visitor had just made a grave mistake by giving Harry and Bert an inch.

“I'll get to sortin’ yer train.” Bert offered. “It's gonna take a bit though, I'm not that fast.”

“Or if ya don't wanna wait for Bert's slow arse to sort yer train,” Harry offered, “I can show you where you can leave it.”

“Sounds fine to me.”

Harry rolled backwards towards the Smelting Shed, leaving the visitor to follow.

“You seem quite committed to your work, huh?” Harry struck up conversation with the engine as they made their way to the back.

“You could say that.”

“Your railway must rely quite heavily on such a dedicated engine.”

“Someone has to take up the strain, after that coward decided the work was too much for him and left without a trace.”

“Oh?”

“It was a while back, but an engine I worked with back in the Southern Region just- ow!”

A sudden blunt force slammed into the train, causing several trucks to derail and the flatbeds in front to jackknife.

“Y'don't see that kinda behavior from trucks.” Harry mused. “Though they are known for causin’ trouble. Wait here.”

Harry strode briskly away, leaving their guest standing next to a huge smoking box.

“What…is that?” The engine wondered aloud.

He would soon get his answer. A sudden slam made him jump. He looked back to see the derailed flatbeds undisturbed, but a massive gate had shut between them and the rest of the train.

A whirring sounded above him. The engine looked up, and his eyes widened. A large grabber was slowly descending towards him.

“Wait- no. Stop!” He shouted. “I'm here to deliver your scrap metal! I- I'm not for scrap! I'M NOT FOR SCRAPPING!! LISTEN TO ME, DAMN YOU!! STOP THIS! YOU CAN'T-!”

[ / ]

Harry and Bert met in the main building, at the tail end of the train.

“Excellent work, Bert.” Harry chuckled, as he pulled up alongside his partner in crime.

“Couldn'ta beguiled‘'im like you did.” Bert replied.

“Nah, y'just gotta commit to the act. Anyone can feign interest for a couple minutes er so.”

“I ‘ave fer years, 'n’ you've never caught on.”

“Screw you.” Harry laughed.

A piercing howl emanated from within the smelting shed, no longer one of pleas or threats, but raw, unfiltered terror.

A sickening crunch turned the screams into a feeble, hollow groan. Then silence.

“I still hate the ‘slogan’ you came up with.” Harry grunted.

“It's fitting.”

“Doesn't make it good.”

The two grumbled at each other as they set to work rerailing the trucks, ready to be sorted in the sidings.

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Apologies for the delayed post, technical issues I couldn't sort out from my phone :\

[colorsofmyseason]

So, many moons ago @icyxthot asked for a Steno fic and I kinda offered to write one but I was stuck in a massive writer's block and only able to produce one now, so there it is, fully dedicated to them, and a HUGE apology for the delay! Hope you guys enjoy it!

[pangtasias-atelier]

omg if requests are open could i ask for a feedee hrid as big as possible 🫣 maybe with feeder alfonse too 🫣🫣 thank u king

The very first request is done!

I am like still eternally salty I was never able to get Hrid when he first came out but he still kinda cute n hot ngl.

The blushing emojis made me go with like kinda embarassed Hrid from his size hehe

Hope you enjoy!

Warning: This is a fetish story!

"Are you ready to depart, your majesty?" The captain of the royal guard stands at the ready; her hand reflexively rests at her sword despite the current maintained state of peace in Zenith. Though her current on guard state is a bit exacerbated by the traveling conditions, a small group of two being the only ones protecting both Askr's and Nifl's kings.

"I apologize for the earlier delays. Allow me the opportunity to check on one last detail," Alfonse smiles at his knight's demeanor, her vigilant nature always putting him at ease. A couple of years having passed by since the Order of Heroes disbanded, Alfonse had been officially crowned the rightful ruler of Askr. The two years kind to him, Alfonse had even grown a couple of inches, his frame broadening as well. With that, came a bit of pudge, the long days of managing the kingdom's affairs gifting him with the onset of a belly and an even more impressive set of wide hips and a doughy rear. Alfonse is currently on such an affair, traveling with Hrid who is now his husband.

The two of them traveling light, they had made the decision to only bring along one carriage. A rather large carriage however, Alfonse only needed one experienced driver to keep the two draft horses necessary to pull such large and heavy cargo. Getting the necessary size had been a rather rushed issue. The carriage far from the usual intricate designs, Alfonse's carriage is as close to the bare minimum that allows for sufficient cover and shelter. A large tarp is draped over the frame of it, the carriage even lacking a fully closed frame. The transportation seems absurdly ridiculous from its size, the wagon more akin to the lush, spacious foyers back in Askr castle from its sheer size alone. The vehicle seems like a moving fortress from its size.

Alfonse pulls at the flap of tarp on the end of the carriage. He sees that the massive chest is already loaded.

"We seem to be ready to depart," Alfonse offers his thanks and gratitude to both his knight and the drivers before heading into the carriage. Alfonse takes careful steps upon stepping inside with how crowded the carriage is.

The cargo practically takes up the entire width of the carriage and even most of its length, the huge pile sprawled out far and wide.

Said pile smiles upon seeing Alfonse enter, glad to see his husband.

Hrid doesn't even need to ask if they're heading back to Askr, he can feel his blubbery rolls begin to lightly jostle as the horses start the journey back home. "Sorry for making us late," Hrid doesn't make eye contact, instead he looks down at his bountiful chest, the overstuffed chest resembling the most plush, cushiony couch from how wide and high they spread.

"No, it was me who insisted on staying," Alfonse pats Hrid's stomach. His hand sinks into the mound of fat even just by gently touching Hrid's belly. His husband's stomach is massive enough to where Alfonse could simply rest underneath it to be covered entirely, so big that it could cover a dozen of him at once even.

The two having just stayed at Embla for formalities of drafting trade agreements, Bruno couldn't simply send the two kings off empty-handed or with empty stomachs. Breakfast offered to them, an originally planned departure at 9am was promptly delayed by thirty minutes. And then another. And then an hour and even more after that. Nearly impossible to fill up Hrid's massive gut, it was just as impossible for Alfonse to tire from feeding him. The spread of breakfast large enough to feed a large group, the two’s attendants had only eaten a modicum of food, just enough to comfortably sate them for the trip. Alfonse had eaten a bit extra, his hunger slightly increased due to being around so much food now with Hrid. But Hrid had eaten the entirety of the remaining food; enough food left for to feed at minimum ten people with their own large appetites but Hrid’s black hole for a gut meant the delicious breakfast had gone all to him. With such an insatiable appetite and Alfonse’s eagerness to feed his flabby husband, even more breakfast was initially asked for. Until the two had been politely stopped by their royal guard, the only one sensible enough to keep to a schedule and brave enough to speak her mind.

And so, with the aid of some helpful yet intensive magic to get Hrid moving — the sight of seeing an immobile blob of a already something be in awe of but seeing such a massive man move had been quite the spectacle for all those not used to such a thing, so much rolls of flab bulging and jiggling intensely from the warp magic — Hrid and Alfonse are back on their way to Askr. The distance between Askr and Embla is rather short, only a couple hours even while riding a carriage that is forced to go at a sluggish pace from hauling a couple thousand plus pounds of a king. The distance is thankfully cut shorter from Alfonse and Hrid having their own route. The path had become a necessity for transporting Hrid around; with such a wide, massive wagon needed to haul him around, the sheer width of the vehicle is bigger than regular roads.

Alfonse drapes himself against Hrid. Though he more so lies on top of Hrid. The available space is practically taken up by Hrid and Hrid alone. Hrid’s folds where his thighs and belly meet are the most accessible place to sit on, Alfonse sinks into the countless rolls and folds of Hrid’s blubber. Like the rest of his body, Hrid’s thighs are nothing more than accessories, Hrid having not moved them in such a long time. Not that he could even if he wanted to; even the strongest magic can’t take away the fact that Hrid being as fat as a room means he has far too much lard sloshing against each other to willingly move a limb even an inch. Hrid’s girthy thighs alone can crush a mattress, each. The blubbery thighs are like a river of flab, the trickles of lard flowing as he wobbles from the moving carriage. His legs slightly thin out the more down you look at his legs, but even his calves are wider than people’s entire waistlines. Hrid’s legs spread out wide enough to now even touch both sides of the carriage; his titanic girth comes close to being even too big for something specifically tailored to withstand his mass. His feet are barely visible, smothered in so much fat just like his knees; his knees are bloated from the thousands of pounds on his figure, the joint hard to discern on his body. The issue is made more difficult from Hrid’s billowing gut. The far most impressive feature on his body, such an accomplishment is one worth praising when each spectacularly obese part of Hrid’s body is a marvel of gluttony and wanton hedonism. His enormous gut is wide enough to be its own table, bed, couch, or just about anything with so much surface area. The flabby mass of lard is divided into several rolls of flab. The folds and crevices line the titanic gut that rests on his thighs, his belly resembling an oozing stack of pancakes. It juts out a couple dozen feet in front of him; it similarly spreads out a few dozen feet to the side. His banquet table for a stomach spreads out on top of nearly all of Hrid’s thighs. His gut sags down between the bits of his thighs that aren’t smushed together. The only reason his thighs have any space between them is due to his enormous stomach needing room to spread. His flab divots in between his legs, a notable ‘U’ shape from the sides of his gut resting on his, raised up from so much flab on them, thighs while the center droops down to touch the floor.

Alfonse nestled in between so many warm rolls of his husband’s obese mammontine body, he can slowly feel the morning’s heavy breakfast take its toll on him, a yawn escaping his lips as he lies on what must be the softest water bed in all of Zenith.

“A-alfonse?” Hrid’s face is positively red. One or two beads of sweat are dotted on his face, Hrid somehow seemingly exerted.

Before Alfonse can respond, his entire body trembles, forcefully shaken out of his drowsy state.

Hrid can only whimper as his entire body jiggles. His stomach growls, demanding more food. The shattering sound goes on for some time, his gut refusing to go without food for any longer. The carriage creaks and shakes, the sturdy wood trembling from the force alone of Hrid’s starving gut that craves only to eat. A few more beads of sweat mar Hrid’s porcine visage, Hrid somehow tiring himself out just from being hungry.

The carriage having come to a stop from the tremor, the flap is forcibly opened.

“Forgive the intrusion! Are you-”

“Yes, we are both unharmed. Thank you,” Shaken and jostled around from Hrid’s gurgling gut, Alfonse had gotten a faceful of Hrid’s obese figure — not something he will ever complain about but for someone to see he’d rather that be forgotten.

“Understood!” Alfonse’s and Hrid’s guard leaves before Alfonse can even properly get his bearings and pull himself up.

Alfonse's lips are pursed, his face red as well. Unable to do much about that, he decides to let it go. Instead, he focuses on his clearly starving husband.

Said husband mirrors and exemplifies Alfonse’s own embarrassment. Hrid is a blushing mess, his entire pudgy face is scalding red. “Forgive me, I…” Hrid trails off. If he could move his pillows for arms, he’d surely cover his face. “I’m just so hungry,”

Alfonse’s own embarrassment washes away, replacing itself with affection. “You have nothing to apologize for,” Carefully maneuvering around Hrid’s enormity, he grabs the lone other thing in the carriage. The chest in his hands, he slowly lifts it closer. Shifting his spot as well, Alfonse climbs Hrid’s tonnage, Hrid so fat that it lifts him up from the ground to make him even larger. Eventually, Alfonse gets into a decent position of half sitting on Hrid’s chest and half leaning against Hrid’s lard.

Alfonse gets a good look at Hrid's chest from using just a single breast as his seat. Each great tit is larger than a person from their sheer size alone. The two massive moobs are splayed to the side as they sag down the hill of his gut. His wide, puffy areolas seem extra hefty with all the fat crammed into Hrid's body. Though Alfonse can only see the outline of them through Hrid's "shirt"; the top is only the bare minimum of fabric, the article of clothing more akin to a tarp draped over his upper body. It was mostly given to allow Hrid to have a semblance of decency, the blob of a king embarrassed over his size. Even with the piece of fabric being big enough to cover the entire floor of a room, the tarp isn't even wide enough to cover his ample chest by leaving a quarter of each breast exposed. It also isn't long enough to go much further past his chest. At the very least, the fabric has a design etched onto it, the symbol of Nifl smack dab in the center. Hrid's measly, far too ridiculously small shirt better fits him as a bib. Hrid's arms a nice backrest for Alfonse, Hrid's arms are as equally useless as his thighs. Having the largest biceps in all of Askr, Hrid's massive arms are nothing but pure lard. The humongously wide arms rest atop his body, Hrid unable to move them, much less lift them. His obese hand is even engorged from fat as well, his large fatty palm swallowed by his fat, Hrid unable to even move his fingers with so much lard encasing each digit. His arms at the near apex of Hrid's mound of a body, his rear juts out from behind Hrid. Hrid's back is a landscape of nothing but rolls of flab, so many countless folds to pinch and squeeze. Two large cushiony buttocks ooze out behind Hrid, his flabby rear grazing one end of the carriage while his gut grazes the other side. His ass is a shapeless pile of flab that splays out to take up as much space as it can, just like the rest of Hrid's figure. His ass does at least rise high into the air at the least. His plentiful ass is covered up like his chest, a tarp for shorts draped over his cushiony rear. Unbeknownst to Hrid, the fabric also has a design. This one the symbol of Askr, the idea had been Alfonse's, as if showing off Hrid as his.

Alfonse caresses Hrid's cheek, the blubbery jowl taking up the entirety of Alfonse's palm and even then some.

Hrid stares back at him with half lidded eyes, taking deep whiny breaths from his hunger. A blush still dusts his face, Hrid always getting embarrassed during feeding time. Embarrassment that always went away while eating, Hrid unable to help himself; the act of eating oh so enjoyable, especially with how Alfonse hugs and caresses him. Hrid's face is slightly sunken in, dozens of neck folds along with dozens of chins surrounding his face. His face so rotund and being at the very top of a room sized blob of a body makes recognizing the figure for, anyone unfamiliar, as Hrid impossible if not for the usual mop of purple-gray hair with blue tips — hair that is a bit more grown out and messy from so much upkeep spent on just filling his gut. Hrid's face grows brighter as Alfonse takes his time rubbing Hrid. His hunger begins to build up. Hrid senses slight grumbles building up again in his gut. "Feed me, please,"

"Of course," Alfonse opens up the chest. What would be an abundance of well preserved pastries for anyone that isn't Hrid are stuffed inside. "This will help tide you over for now. When we reach the castle, I'll make sure you can properly eat all that you want," Alfonse pulls at random, unwrapping each treat before cramming it in Hrid's mouth.

Hrid's only response is to moan. It's all he can do, devouring each pastry the instant Alfonse brings it to his lips. Enjoying food so much, Hrid closes his eyes, allowing Alfonse to feed him. Hrid already begins thinking about his current meal, the immobile blob ready to eat as much as wants and get bigger, his husband eager to support him.

[ambrossart]

Ch. 31 should be finished next week.

I sincerely apologize for all the delays. This chapter has been a massive labor of love, but also a huge source of frustration. I’ve experienced more setbacks than I count, including an incident of data loss that made me want to cry and throw in the towel. I lost all of the new Henry-Evelyn content I wrote on my iPad, rage deleted my Dropbox account, and then spent the last few days trying to rewrite everything from memory. Needless to say, I’m pretty exhausted.

On a more positive note, since it’s been a while since the last preview, I’ll be posting another one here soon, probably from the new stuff I’ve been working on since it’s the least spoilery.

Thanks for reading! ❤️

[anon-e-miss]

As someone who identifies as queer- yes that is it exactly! Huge difference between “ oh yeah I’m pretty sure they’re queer” and “ yeah ‘they’ are a queer”

That language stuff can get really tricky though especially when people use things like homophobia and racism to explain why a word can’t be used. That’s all well and good, but sometimes the explanation is *only* that the word is homophobic/racist/etc and that lends itself to the sort of “queer is a slur actually” terfy discourse that keeps rearing its ugly head. (No hate to folks who don’t identify as queer/don’t want that label applied to them of course!)

Always double check your sources and the context friends and it will save you from people trying to manipulate your sense of respect and care for others to suit their own interests.

You're exactly right.

I think a good way of avoiding offending someone with a "label" is to ASK. I'm not going to refer to someone as queer without them telling me that is how they identify, but I'm also not going to call someone gay, a lesbian, bi, pan, nerdy, geeky, or ANYTHING that can be potentially hurtful if I am WRONG. And it's not because any of these "labels" are inherently hurtful it's just because smacking our misguided impressions of people on them can lead to hurt.

This covers everything. I got labelled as depressed when I was in my twenties. Why was that harmful? Because I wasn't. What I was, was anxious. But my anxiety was misidentified as depression and massively delayed me getting the appropriate treatment.

So yeah, always ask how people want to be referred to, from labels to pronouns to names. Don't assume every Michael wants to be called Mike, or David Dave, etc.

And always apologies if you harm someone, even if no malicious intent was there.

[sockeye-run]

Wuhuuuuuhhhh it's been such a long past few days, lol.

My husband's friend and his family arrived on Thursday night. Friday was a very busy bee pick up day at work, but I got home a bit early and was able to hang out with everyone for a few hours. We just sat and chatted, it was nice to catch up. The boys decided to go for a food run, unfortunately just as a huge storm was blowing in. On the way home, a massive oak had fallen across the only access road to our house; it had apparently just happened when they encountered it, and one of the other cars stuck behind it happened to have an axe with him and was fruitlessly chopping away. The boys decided to get out anyway, in the thundering rain and wind, and help move what they could. Thankfully, a neighbor with a chainsaw arrived and made quick work of the rest of it. I'm so grateful they weren't hurt in the process and managed to completely clear access to the road for everyone.

Saturday was a painfully early morning, as I opened the cafe for breakfast service. Everything went smoothly though, and my husband brought his friend and his family out to the farm to visit and check it out. They really enjoyed it! And it was so fun to have my own guests there.

Two days prior, a very young kitten had been found alone in the road in front of the farm. He has been kept and taken care of by one of the girls, but they couldn't keep him permanently and were looking for an adopter. Last year my husband's friend had to put his family cat down for illness 💔. And they were more than happy for the opportunity to adopt a new baby! So they even got to leave the farm with a sweet new pet. We got baby kitten supplies on the way home. It seems very healthy and 'normal' and energetic, and they love him.

Sunday we went out to the local east coast style deli for big sammies and some local tourism, but because I live in the small town south, everything else was closed for church, so we just went to the community pool for a few hours instead. They eventually made their way home successfully, and my husband and I crashed hard lol. It seems like it was a good trip for everyone overall.

Yesterday I got to work to learn that there were some issues with last week's bee pick up. The owners were both gone for their son's wedding all weekend, so they depended on us to make pick ups work. Somehow some of the wrong items were handed out, some of the nucleus colonies had significant structural issues, and many more queens than what is normally expected were DOA. On top of these set backs, my coworker began printing and preparing shipments without waiting for our owner's morning meeting mass texts lol, in which she lays out the game plan for the day. This matters because our bee season has been significantly delayed and scrambled up by natural forces outside of our control, as well as a bit of human error, and she is the only one with the master list of shipments and pick ups that are altered to the new timeline. She's been organizing everything by hand at home and contacting the customers individually in order to reschedule their bees, which I can only imagine is a tedious nightmare. We've had thousands of customers this year. And the information we have access to in the office at the farm is outdated and incorrect, so my coworker was starting a huge batch of orders that weren't meant to be ready. The customer gets a notification when their order is marked as 'shipped' which happens automatically when you purchase the shipping label. And she sent out a massive and incorrect bee order to the beekeepers, which sent them into a panicked frenzy as well, desperately trying to prep the impossible. So we had to stop everything, reorganize, and start over, while manually contacting over a hundred customers to apologize for the random shipment notification and figuring out how many bees we actually needed. All while doing normal Monday stuff, fielding regular phone calls, customer visits, and stocking inventory until our eyes bleed.

I tried my best to work on the calendar for the new month so that everyone could have a glance ahead to see what to expect, but per usual, things will change on a weekly and daily basis, so it's almost moot lol. Hopefully we can get back on top of bee orders before the end of the month when we host BuzzFest, our biggest and usually most entertaining event of the year. It's a bee-themed festival from morning till night on the farm with food, music, activities, bees, vending, and more. I can only assume I'll be stuck in the cafe for my first BuzzFest lol, but it'll still be a great time, I'm sure. But it takes us two days on weekends, our usual bee pick ups, to set up, and we're still two weeks behind...

Today is the first of FOUR large field trips at the farm this week. 50+ people today doing a three part experience rotation: hive tour, candle craft, and honey tasting. We're calling in the part timers for register support, but hopefully we can still manage this on top of whatever corrections and shipments need to be made. The guest leading the group called to ask YESTERDAY if she could come over an hour early, just after we technically open, and for reasons unknowable to God and man, the owner told me to say yes 😭. I couldn't get a hold of our head beekeeper, who does the hive tours, so I'm hoping beyond hope he saw the 20 some odd notes I left for him all over the farm lol. It could be a stressful one.

Oh yeah, and I put together and shipped a 'get well soon' package for that poor lady who fell and broke her nose.

I'm very burnt out. I'm finding it impossible to fully relax and re-energize after any form of rest or relaxation or self care etc. I'm still regularly having stress dreams. I'm well past running on fumes, and I'm just grinning nihilisticly through the struggle and bearing as much as I can, ignorantly and toxic-optimistically hoping a random break will just arrive out of the blue soon.

Kitty tax:

[dogmomwrites]

Find the Words!

Got this tag a while ago from @charlesjosephwrites, so thanks for the tag and apologies for the delay lmao I'm gonna pass it on with soft tags to @elijahrichardwrites, @witherednightmare, and @eccaiia, as well as leaving it an open tag for anyone else!

Your words will be bound, hack, twitch, and ahead. If you can't find one, leave a fun fact about your WIP, OCs, or writing process!

My words were dream, star, across, rest, and contain. These excerpts were taken from the second book in my fantasy series

Dream “Come on, Mokie,” Old Tom said. He padded over to where Mokie was and gave him a gentle nudge with his shoulder. “You should be coming with us.”

With an excited chirp, he jumped to his paws. “I can?”

“Why would you not be allowed?” Old Tom blinked in bafflement.

“Because I left.”

“So have I. More than once,” he said with a purred laugh. When Mokie hesitated out of embarrassment, he added, “We also might need you to show us the way back here.”

“Right! You need me!” His whiskers twitched, and the two cats trotted after the humans.

“We need you, indeed.” Old Tom stifled an amused purr.

It was because of him that Mokie had left Gatherin in the first place. Like all of the other cats, he’d loved to hear stories of Old Tom’s adventures. Unlike the others, however, Mokie had decided to follow through on his dreams of having adventures of his own. His mother waited every day for him to return.

It was fitting, Old Tom thought, that he would be the one to bring Mokie home.

Star It looked so different from the sky he’d seen when he first broke out of the castle. It had been lighter then, and the sky had been alive with writhing, twisting storm clouds. Dark angry grays and swirling whites had warred in the sky as sheets of silver rain poured down.

It had been terrifying. And beautiful. Full of danger and ferocity, but it took his breath away. His first sky.

Now he stared up at his second sky, which was just as breathtaking, just in a far more peaceful way. Endless darkness, full of shining white dots. Stars. The clouds had broken up, but the moon was still covered, hidden from him until a cool breeze hurried them on their way. A full moon gazed down at him, huge and smiling at his awe. It was beautiful. So beautiful it made his heart ache.

Across “Okay, Aero and Nuka are headed to the kitchens, and I just thought you’d like to help me deter them.”

“Wait, wait, who’s Aero?”

“He’s new. I’ll explain it in a bit—”

“No, you’re going to explain it now.”

“Aero is from the mainland. He was teleported here by a witch, but he doesn’t remember why. Not everyone is awake, and we’re under attack by a bunch of enchanted wolvins. Captain Nightwish took a team to the Rudikas to try and stop the attacks. They haven’t come back yet. ”

McKenna glanced down at the black and white mounds scattered across the floor. She nodded, then looked back at Arial. “Is he cute?”

An immediate flush colored her cheeks. Embarrassed, she mumbled, “Yes.”

Rest To Lukalt’s astonishment, the light disappeared. One second, Blue was standing in a patch of full sunlight and the next, he was in shadow just like the rest of the Hall. There was a rumbling sound from the top of the hole that echoed in the cavernous room. The ruckus of stones sounded like a crepitation as they tumbled down.

Then Blue jerked away, backing up as something scraped and clattered its way down to him. There was a massive thump as the dragon landed on the floor just in front of him.

The sun streamed down on Faerdega, causing his radiant blue scales to gleam. A shake of his head sent small rocks flying from where they’d gotten lodged. He snorted a puff of black smoke that surrounded Blue before drifting up and clinging to the ceiling.

Contain “Another way…do you mean what I think you mean?”

“I mean we’re going to steal it,” Raavi confirmed.

Seen had a hard time containing his excitement. “You do? Are you serious? Is this a joke? You mean it? But I thought you and rules were married or something.”

Raavi shot him a sideways scowl to which he shrugged. “I’m not married to rules.”

“Because it’s against the rules?”

“No, because—” Raavi sighed. “You know what? Go away.”

[hoghtastic]

Heyyyaaaaaaa itsaaaaaaa meeeee!Here’s our weekly ALF report, starting from Monday June 26th until todays Monday:

Mon: -385

Tue: -317

Wed: -309

Thu: -209

Fri: -219

Sat: -178

Sun: -576

This Monday he lost -289 followers.

His daily Averages is -272, and he lost in the last 30 days -8,600 followers.

His current follower number now is: 2,089,470!!!

He lost massiv followers since we starting the ALF for him, so a little reminder.

On September 21st 2023 his follower number was: 2,173,070!!!!

And since that day he lost for now in total:

83.600 Follower!!!!!

That’s massiv!

His Sicily trip really didn’t do any magic to gain some new and him and her posting each other is really one of the reasons I think.

Hellooo, dear Numbers Queen! 👑💖 Thank you so much for sharing the weekly ALF report with us, and my apologies to all our anons for the delay in posting it! 🙇‍♀️

I agree, that's a huge amount of followers! And if things continue like this, I don't think it will take too long before his numbers drop to less than 2M... 😕

[theicescorpions]

Primal Fire Chapter Ten: Creatures and Caverns

Wheeljack never escaped the Decepticons, instead he was made into Shockwave’s lab experiment and was turned into a Predacon.

Inspired by @sugarand-everythingnice And her “of Flesh and Steel” AU

Apologies for the delay in posting I had an insane month that involved a lot of scrambling because I moved houses.

Master Post

Chapter One

Previous

Wheeljack walked in silence, the weight of the alliance heavy on his spark. The full realization that he may soon be a father to Predacon whelplings made the Predacon in him proud and happy, but the part that was still the old him wanted to resist, to run. He quickly stomped out those panicked thoughts, not liking them one bit.

Once that was dealt with his mind drifted to the future, where his offspring would play a crucial role in reshaping the fate of their species. He just hoped that his faith in the Autobots wasn't misplaced.

Fablebreaker wove through the trees. She had chosen a location in Oregon for their Wheyr. It was a long way away from the desolate flat terrain of Nevada and even farther away from Shockwave's lab.

Hopefully the mountain would provide them with caves deep enough to Shield them from detection.

"Where are we?" Thunderdrum asked as he and Fidget remained on alert for any enemies.

"The humans call this place Mount St. Hilary. Long long ago when I was first sent to this planet I found a wrecked ship under the mountain. If the ship is unusable we can still use the caverns for our home. If the ship works. Power, communication and medical equipment. Then we may have the start of something to give us equal footing in this war." Fablebreaker explained. "It's also rich in Energon. We won't have to rely on the other factions or risk being caught scavenging for our food source."

Wheeljack felt a surge of relief as Fablebreaker shared her plan in more detail. The idea of setting up their base in Mount St. Hilary, with the potential resources from the wrecked ship mollified his anxiety. He'd forgotten most everything about engineering but he could still read. If this ship's database was intact he could relearn what Shockwave erased from his memory.

Fablebreaker led them to the entrance of the caverns, her movements graceful and purposeful. Thunderdrum and Fidget followed closely behind, their optics scanning the surroundings for any potential threats.

Eventually she approached a massive moss covered boulder and began forcing it out of the way. Behind it was a large Predacon sized hole and the three males quickly helped her move the huge rock aside.

A rush of musty air escaped from the opening as they revealed the entrance to the caverns. Wheeljack peered into the darkness, his optics adjusting to the dim light filtering through the rocky passageways ahead. Fablebreaker gestured for them to follow her as she led the way into the depths of Mount St. Hilary. The air grew cooler as they descended deeper, the sounds of their footsteps echoing off the walls.

After what seemed like an eternity of winding through narrow tunnels and slippery slopes, they finally reached a massive chamber bathed in a soft blue glow. Energon coated the walls, causing the illumination and buried In the far wall of the cavern lay the ancient wrecked ship, its metal hull was damaged and pockmarked from eons of space travel and subsequent neglect.

It was a haunting sight, the once-majestic ship now reduced to a mere shell of its former self. Wheeljack felt a pang of sadness at the thought of such advanced technology lying dormant and forgotten for so long. He walked over to one of the airlocks and tried to key it open and when it wouldn't budge he sunk his talons into the door and with a mighty heave he ripped the door off the ship.

The rusty door clanged to the ground, sending echoes reverberating through the chamber. Wheeljack peered inside the darkened interior of the ship, his optics scanning for any signs of life or activity. The air was stale and heavy with the scent of decay, a stark reminder of the ship's long abandonment.

Fablebreaker joined Wheeljack at the entrance, her gaze sweeping over the dilapidated interior and flickering lights. "We have our work cut out for us," she said, looking up at her mate.

"Yeah but it's a start." Wheeljack stated "Fidget, Thunderdrum. Scout out the interior. If there's any corpses inside If they look diseased don't touch them. If not, bring 'em out for burial. Fablebreaker and I are going to search the cavern more thoroughly to make sure there isn't anything lurking around down here."

As Fidget and Thunderdrum ventured deeper into the wrecked ship, their cautious footsteps echoed through the corridors. The faint hum of dormant systems reverberated around them, creating an eerie atmosphere. They carefully navigated the darkened hallways, their optics scanning for any signs of danger or life.

Meanwhile, Wheeljack and Fablebreaker explored the cavern surrounding the ship, their energon scanners sweeping the area for any hidden threats. The walls radiated a soft blue light from the energon deposits, casting long shadows across the chamber. As they delved deeper into the cavern, they began to notice the heat beginning to increase around them.

The temperature continued to rise steadily as Wheeljack and Fablebreaker ventured further into the cavern. Their cooling fans kicking into high gear as they pressed on, determined to ensure the safety of their newfound sanctuary. The soft blue glow from the energon deposits was soon overshadowed by a burning red light as they discovered the source of the heat. An underground lake of lava.

The molten lava bubbled and churned, casting a fiery glow that danced across the walls of the cavern. The intense heat radiating from the lava lake made the air shimmer, distorting their vision as they peered into the depths.

"It doesn't look unstable." Wheeljack mused.

"Don't humans have ways of creating energy from heat? Maybe we could use it here." Fablebreaker suggested.

Wheeljack's optics brightened with excitement at Fablebreaker's suggestion not only from the clever thinking but because it sparked a memory and knowledge he believed was lost to him. The potential to harness the energy from the underground lava lake could provide them with a sustainable power source for their base. As they stood on the edge of the chamber, feeling the intense heat wash over them, Wheeljack began to analyze the surroundings, his mind racing with ideas on how to tap into this newfound resource.

"We could build thermal converters to extract the heat energy and convert it into usable power," Wheeljack proposed, his gaze fixed on the glowing lava below. "It would require some intricate engineering, but If we're lucky and that ship has the parts we need... We can make it work."

Fablebreaker nodded in agreement, "let's head back and see what Thunderdrum and Fidget have discovered."

As Wheeljack and Fablebreaker made their way back to the wrecked ship, they found Thunderdrum and Fidget standing at the entrance, their expressions unreadable. Something seemed off as the two bots turned to face their leaders, their optics dimmed with hesitation.

"We found something," Thunderdrum finally spoke up, his voice laced with concern. "But it's not good."

Fablebreaker's spark clenched with a mix of dread and curiosity. "What did you find?"

Fidget stepped forward, his body twitching nervously. "We believe this was a cargo vessel transporting goods to colony worlds. We couldn't read the manifest but we found this and several others." He said before producing the atrophied skull of an ancient Predacon.

The discovery of the ancient Predacon skull sent a chill down Wheeljack's spinal strut. He reached out a clawed hand to gently take the artifact, turning it over in his servos. The skull was weathered and worn, its features frozen in a silent roar that spoke of a violent end.

Fablebreaker stepped closer, her optics narrowing as she examined the skull. "This is old, very old. It's not of a clone," she murmured, her processor whirring with the implications of their find.

Thunderdrum shifted uncomfortably, his wings twitching with unease. "But why would there be Predacon remains on this ship?"

Wheeljack grunted "Predacon Bones used to be commodities in museums before the Great War. They were extinct so the fascination of them wowed generations of younglings. These bones must have been destined for a place like that. Though now, with our agreement with the Autobots we can use these bones to make more predacons."

"Maybe some of them will be female." Fablebreaker breathed "how many skeletons did you find?" She looked to Thunderdrum and Fidget.

"About six so far, all packed into crates in the hold." Thunderdrum replied "we only found this one first because its crate was broken."

Fablebreaker hummed happily. "We will continue to explore the inside of the ship and when we have established ourselves we will make contact with our allies."

The three males nodded in agreement and got back to work in establishing their new home.

Chapter Eleven: Wheyr the Wild Things Are

[dankusner]

Odyssey — Tyler — San Antonio expunge

Glitches halt Bexar County’s new online criminal court case system

Lady Justice tops a fountain in front of the Bexar County Courthouse in 2017.

The county paused its new online criminal case system this week to fix widespread glitches.

Bexar County’s $30 million criminal court case management system debuted this week to round-the-clock glitches, prompting officials to pull it down for fixes that will keep online records unavailable until Friday at the earliest.

Odyssey Case Manager, created and run by Tyler Technologies, already keeps track of civil cases in Bexar County and has been preparing for a rollout on the criminal side for the past two years.

Bexar County Information Technology began migrating the county’s 50-year-old system on May 30 and the new one was expected to be up and running by Tuesday.

Defense attorneys this week found they no longer had online access to electronically file information on their cases or clients, among other routine functions.

Many complained that they could not get clients out of jail and to court for appearances.

On Wednesday, clerks, judges, prosecutors and defense attorneys were notified electronically that the portal was under maintenance and that criminal records had been temporarily removed to allow for improvements to be completed.

“We expect to have the criminal portal back up for your use within 48 hours,” the message said.

A man walks outside the Bexar County Courthouse in 2020.

The county paused its new online criminal case system this week to fix widespread glitches.

“It’s a nightmare,” said longtime San Antonio defense attorney Bobby Barrera of The Barrera Firm. “And now that it’s been taken down for the defense bar, we don’t know when it will go up, and we can’t help our clients.”

He called the implementation “a total failure,” and said the online system had shown some jailed defendants as being free on bond, and some on bond as still being in jail.

“Cases that were dismissed last year are showing that they are being set for trial,” Barrera said, adding that two of his cases that were supposed to be set for court appearances on Thursday never made it to the docket.

Bexar County Sheriff Javier Salazar said his office had technical issues transferring data to the new system and the information had “disappeared” when the site went live on Monday, he said.

It caused delays in booking and releasing prisoners by a staff that had to make sure nobody was erroneously let out who shouldn’t be on the streets, Salazar said.

The problems create a risk of falling out of compliance with the Texas Commission on Jail Standards along with inconveniencing those incarcerated and their families, he said.

On Wednesday, the Sheriff’s Office had a backlog of more than 900 files.

Salazar emphasized that it was a paperwork number and didn’t equate to 900 jailed people who couldn’t be released.

The number had been reduced below 400 files with help from the county’s IT department and the sheriff said he was “cautiously optimistic” that the system will be working by week’s end.

In a news conference Thursday evening, Bexar County Judge Peter Sakai said public safety was not affected by what he called a “huge” and “massive undertaking” comparable to moving from a flip phone to a smart phone.

He apologized for the problems, adding, “I beg the public and the community and those affected to please be patient.”

Mark Gager, chief information officer for Bexar County Information Technology, said the glitches were being worked out and it was possible the system could be back up by Thursday night.

Barrera said he was concerned that some key information, such as criminal histories and mental health records, have been erased from databases and was unsure if that information can be restored.

“At this point, we can’t do our jobs very well,” he said.

Defense attorney Charles Bunk was frustrated that the system doesn’t allow an online search using a defendant’s SID, or state identification number, which is assigned to every arrested person to make sure that criminal case histories match the correct person.

“So if you have a client with a common name, it’s impossible to find him or her. Can’t tell if the case is open or closed without clicking each case individually,” he said.

And for each action, he has to stop and click a box to prove he isn’t a robot, Bunk added.

“We were not offered any training to prepare for this, just a few examples,” he said. “It hasn’t worked properly since it started. Obviously the poor people at the jail are getting harmed the most.”

County Court at Law No. 13 Judge Rosie Speedlin Gonzalez concurred.

“We knew this was going to be a problem from the beginning due to the lack of necessary and appropriate training,” she said.

The courts have continued to function despite the glitches.

Judge Kristina Escalona conducted a murder trial in the 186th District Court this week without issues, and the jury was deliberating a verdict Thursday afternoon.

“The transition into the new system seems to have increased the workload for the district clerks,” Escalona said. “The hope is once the issues are resolved, the new system will run more efficiently.”

State District Judge Ron Rangel, the administrative judge for the district courts, sounded optimistic that things would return to normal soon.

“It’s been a struggle, but it’s all coming along,” he said Thursday, adding that Tyler Technologies “has been providing round the clock trouble-shooting and resolving issues by the hour.”

He said the larger issues should be resolved by the end of the week, though he added that smaller problems “will continue to arise.”

Bexar County leaders apologize for botched launch of new criminal records database

Bexar County Judge Peter Sakai has asked the public with patience following a botched launch of a new criminal records database.

In the first days after its launch, a new publicly searchable criminal records database accidentally showed records that were incorrect or in the process of being expunged, Bexar County officials told reporters Thursday.

The system went live Monday, June 3, and was taken down Wednesday to address the problems.

Though that work is ongoing, the portal reopened Thursday evening.

“This is a huge undertaking, taken on in order for us to get to the state-of-the-art, up-to-date [system] which will make it more user-friendly, make it more open, make it more transparent [and] make it so the media can have more meaningful access,” Bexar County Judge Peter Sakai said at a press conference Thursday.

“I beg the public’s patience in this particular circumstance as we try to get it right,” he said.

Sakai said the issue of inaccurate records in the new database was first flagged by members of the media, including WOAI and KSAT.

The news organizations cited lawyers whose clients were impacted by errors, including some who believed their records had been expunged.

The system’s rollout has also been blamed for a case backlog that developed at the jail over the weekend.

Some inmates were stuck behind bars for longer than they should have been, according to the sheriff’s office, to ensure that no one was released who shouldn’t be.

The county worked a backlog of roughly 800 cases down to about 285 as of Thursday evening.

“I apologize for those individuals that have been affected unnecessarily with extended jail stays,” Sakai said.

The transition to the new Enterprise County Integrated Justice System, known as eCIJS, has been in the works for years.

It’s supposed to integrate records from various departments and law enforcement agencies and cost the county roughly $30 million.

Bexar County Chief Information Officer Mark Gager said the county wasn’t expecting perfect results from such a massive undertaking, but took every possible precaution to make the transition as smooth as possible.

“We talked about risk. We tested the system over and over again … we feel like we’ve done everything that we could do to prepare,” said Gager, who estimated that more than 500,000 hours of county employee labor went into readying for the transition over the course of four and a half years.

As for news reports of expunged records showing up in the first days after the launch, Gager said he was confident that records expunged in the old system were not exposed.

However, District Court Judge Ron Rangel told reporters that some sensitive records could have still been working through the system.

An expunction allows people to have their criminal records destroyed, and to no longer have to disclose those records when applying for jobs or loans.

“It’s basically a process that takes a little bit of time, more time than what I think the attorneys anticipated,” Rangel said. “As a result of that, full final expunction had not taken place on those [cases] that had been reported by the media.”

Bexar County Disables New $26M Criminal Records Database Over False Information and Privacy Concerns

In just a few days, Bexar County's newly inaugurated criminal records database has experienced a tumultuous series of events, from its launch to immediate withdrawal from public access.

The Enterprise County Integrated Justice System, abbreviated as eCIJS and known as a $26 million taxpayer expenditure, was intended to streamline records from various departments and law enforcement agencies into a single, state-of-the-art repository.

However, following reports from media and legal professionals, the much-anticipated platform was taken down after false information was published, as reported by FOX San Antonio.

The rollout, marked by technical glitches and grave errors, revealed expunged records and, in some instances, listed individuals as guilty despite acquittals.

One notable case involved a client of Attorney Joseph Hoelscher, Roger McCracken, who, according to Hoelscher, was found "innocent of murder."

Nevertheless, the database wrongfully stated he was guilty of the crime. "It's even worse now," Hoelscher stated, emphasizing the compounding distress caused to those affected, as reported by FOX San Antonio.

Bexar County Judge Peter Sakai extended his apologies for the inaccurate records and, consequently, the unnecessary jail stays some individuals endured.

This came in tandem with a correction from a San Antonio Report article noting that the launch date of the database was previously misrepresented.

Judge Ron Rangel provided additional context, explaining that the process of expunction "takes a little bit of time, more time than what I think the attorneys anticipated," however, this did not alleviate the immediate consequences of the botched release.

Attorney Patrick Ballantyne pointed out that such errors should have been addressed before the system went public.

"This really should have been figured out before the rollout, and the fact that it hasn't," he said, drawing a stark line between the initial technical difficulties one might expect and the actual ramifications of exposing expunged records — a clear violation of state secrecy laws.

Ballantyne discovered that at least a dozen of his clients were impacted, according to his interview with FOX San Antonio.

Following the exposure of these oversights, the eCIJS was promptly shut down, currently displaying a status of "temporarily unavailable."

Bexar County's Chief Information Officer, Mark Gager, justified the preparation efforts by stating that over 500,000 hours of county employee labor were poured into the transition over four and a half years.

Nevertheless, despite extensive preparations, the need to fully retract the system underscores the complexity and potential risks inherent in such a technological upgrade, as underscored by Gager in an announcement mentioned in the San Antonio Report.

As Bexar County delves into the cause and seeks to remedy these failures, questions linger about the county's accountability and the measures being taken to protect those wrongfully identified.

Both reports from the San Antonio Report and FOX San Antonio point toward a system in need of rigorous reassessment to prevent further breaches of privacy and erroneous labeling of individuals within the community.

As the investigation continues, stakeholders await the re-launch of a corrected, transparent database that upholds the standards initially promised by county officials.

The move came after we uncovered the system was listing innocent people as guilty, and featured records one attorney said should have been destroyed.

Among those impacted by the erroneous records was attorney Joseph Hoelscher's client, Roger McCracken.

A jury earlier this year found McCracken innocent of murder.

But on Wednesday, the County's criminal records database incorrectly listed McCracken as having been found guilty of murder.

"It's even worse now," Hoelscher said, finding McCracken was not the only client of his impacted.

"They're not just accused, they're being told - their communities are being told - that these people committed crimes that juries have already said they did not commit."

We reached out to Tyler Technologies - the company that provides the case management software - wanting to know how this happened and what the company is doing to ensure it never happens again.

A media relations representative declined to answer questions and forwarded the team to Bexar County's Public Information Office.

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Our 100 most popular Xbox games of 2023 list shows the power of Game Pass

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