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The Evolution of Barber Shops: From Classic to Contemporary
The history of barber shops is a fascinating journey that reflects the changing trends, societal shifts, and the evolution of grooming preferences. From their classic roots to the modern, stylish establishments we see today in Cardiff city center and beyond, the transformation of barber shops has been a testament to adaptability and innovation.
Classic Roots: Tradition and Community The origins of barber shops can be traced back to ancient civilizations where barbers not only trimmed hair but also performed various medical and surgical procedures. In medieval Europe, barbers often doubled as surgeons and dentists, offering services beyond grooming. The iconic red, white, and blue barber pole symbolized their dual role, with red representing blood and blue representing veins.
Throughout history, barber shops have been more than mere places to get a haircut. They served as community hubs where men gathered to exchange news, share stories, and engage in discussions. The social element of these establishments played a significant role in shaping their identity.
Transition to Modernity: Skill and Style As societies evolved, so did the concept of grooming. Barber shops transformed from being community centers to centers of skilled craftsmanship. The rise of professional barbers led to an emphasis on specific grooming techniques, from precise haircuts to elaborate shaves.
The early 20th century saw the golden age of barbering, with classic haircuts like the pompadour and the slick back gaining popularity. The focus shifted to precision and style, and barbers became experts in creating these looks.
The Modern Barber Shop Experience In today's world, barber shops near me have undergone a renaissance. While the classic elements and ambiance are retained, modern barber shops offer an all-encompassing grooming experience. A trip to the barber is no longer just about a haircut – it's about relaxation, self-care, and style.
Contemporary barber shops in Cardiff city center and other locations boast a wide array of services. From traditional haircuts and shaves to beard grooming, facials, and hair styling, the modern barber shop caters to a diverse range of grooming needs.
Professionalism and Expertise A professional barber in Cardiff city center embodies a blend of traditional techniques and modern trends. The emphasis is on delivering exceptional service and creating an environment that fosters comfort and conversation. A professional men's hair stylist understands the nuances of grooming, keeping up with the latest trends and techniques to provide clients with the best possible experience.
Gents Hair in Cardiff City Centre: The Fusion of Classic and Modern Today's barber shops near me seamlessly blend classic barbering techniques with contemporary styles. The fusion caters to a diverse clientele – from individuals seeking timeless, classic cuts to those looking for edgier, modern hairstyles.
In conclusion, the evolution of barber shops from classic to contemporary is a journey that mirrors the evolution of society's preferences and ideals. While the essence of community and skill remains, modern barber shops in Cardiff city center and other locations have adapted to cater to the demands of a dynamic and diverse clientele. Whether you're searching for a professional barber, gents hair styling, or a comprehensive grooming experience, the barber shops of today offer a harmonious blend of tradition and innovation.
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Hello!
I wanted to ask a question, if that's okay. So, I'm genderfluid afab and feel like a man sometimes (probably more often than I allow myself to realise). I don't have access to a Binder or anything of that sort (transphobic parents).
Is there any way for me to look/be more masculine? I'm a bit scared of goggling because I don't want to accidentally take advice from Tate people or the like.
(PS. I really like your Siegfried Farnon cosplay!)
Heya!
This is a tough one to answer. Because "masculine" means different things to different people. And "passing", as well.
Like. When I wear my fleece jacket and baseball cap, I'm deliberately passing as a certain type of man. But I felt more masculine the other day wearing an ascot.
So, I think we need to break down this question:
1) If you're looking to pass, there are going to be trans masc guides out there that will direct you to a very particular gender presentation. They tend to assume you are white and skinny. They present themselves as a list of Dos and Do-Nots, and at the end of the day, do more harm than good, imo. Because passing guides are almost always about hiding parts of yourself physically, often to the expense of hiding parts of your psyche.
Seek them out if you must, but when it comes to passing for safety, all I can suggest is ambiguous layers, a hat, keeping your head down and your mouth shut. The best way to pass is to not draw attention to yourself, alas.
2) If you're looking to dress more masculine to alleviate gender dysphoria, then you need to drill down to what makes you dysphoric and start there. My smaller feet is one area of contention for me, so I look for semi-dressy shoes that look long and elegant (like Taft boots). Since you can't get a binder, consider layers, if your chest bothers you.
3) If you're looking to dress more masculine to seek gender euphoria, then figure out your aesthetic masculine ideal. Make a pinboard of Looks you enjoy and see if there are trends. Some folks are drawn to athletic wear. Work wear. Perhaps a vintage aesthetic -- Rockabilly. 90s grunge. 1940s British country vet (meeeee, lol).
Ask yourself: What are the hallmarks of this style? Are there casual and formal versions? How does it change seasonally? How much of it is clothing and how much of it is the body (haircut, being muscular, etc)? And above all - what is this style trying to communicate to others?
Once done, see what sort of fashion tips are out there for your style. Who are the fashion experts and how much do you care about their advice? (Menswear guy has great tips about how a modern suit "should" fit, but a lot of his advice is also personal preference with a big dollop of classism.)
Pay close attention to how men wear their clothes -- where they sit on the body, how they style the outfit. Compare how a man is styled in your preferred look to how a woman is styled and see what that sparks in you. How much of it is the clothing or body? How much is posture? You might discern some visual shorthand you can harness to be read as more masculine. You might also come up with ways to have plausible deniability around your parents by being able to pivot a masculine look to be more feminine, when needed.
After all this research, get yourself to a thrift shop or other second hand option and start experimenting. Buying actual men's clothing is probably going to be your best bet, but depending on your Look Book, that may not always be the case.
No one can tell you how to feel more masculine -- that really needs to come from within. Once you figure that out, then it's a matter of reconciling your ideal look with the peculiarities of your body. (And all men have their own challenges wrt the fit of clothes.)
Afford yourself as much grace as possible when it comes to your body. And again, remember that feeling more masculine and passing more masculine may not always overlap and could even be at odds. And only you can determine if and when that is a problem.
#trans stuff#ty about Siegfried - his aesthetic is one I've been chasing most my life#so he is def my personal masculine ideal and his clothes are now more than cosplay for me
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Soul |Ryomen Sukuna X Reader| HC
Summary: Sukuna meets the reincarnation of the only person he's ever loved.
Warnings: Implications of sex? Female pronouns. Reincarnation. Fear and anxiety.
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"Rin..."
It came out like word vomit before Yuuji could even process what he was saying.
You looked at him, confused. Your name wasn't Rin and you'd never met this man before. Who did he think you were?
He slapped a hand over his mouth. Sukuna had forced his way to the surface just to ramble out a name? In all these years as his vessel, he'd never done something so trivial.
Sensing the flicker of cursed energy, Gojo, Megumi, and Nobara prepared themselves. It'd been a while since Sukuna had tried anything. Some sort of pact he'd formed with Yuuji kept him mostly content, although they weren't sure what it entailed.
It happened in the blink of an eye; Sukuna had taken over and stood directly in front of you, one hand flat on your chest and the other on your face.
"Rin... I could never forget the feel of your soul."
Your heartbeat fastened. An overwhelming feeling of fear fell onto you, rendering you unable to move.
What would you be able to do anyway? He's a God, and you had no abilities outside of actually seeing the damn things.
You had no idea what he was talking about. Your name isn't Rin and you'd never had any kind of encounter with either men until just now.
Megumi tried to move forward, but Gojo stuck an arm out in front of him. Something was off about the way Sukuna was acting, and he didn't think it was threatening.
It would be best to see how this played out instead of possibly starting a war that was never meant to begin in the first place.
"What are you doing? We can't let her-"
"Hold on."
They watched as Sukuna looked you up and down, inspecting your robes, hair, and face with a certain softness. His face was still hard and his movements still confident, but there was just that feeling.
"You look so different, but thats to be expected. Are you fairing well?"
You swallowed hard. His delicate touch did nothing to soothe your nerves. If anything, it only confused you more. He was tucking your hair behind your ear, giving you some sort of smile, and yet you feared he was going to rip your heart right out of your body.
"Um..."
Really, how were you supposed to respond? What sort of answer was he expecting? What were the consequences if you were to answer incorrectly?
Were you meant to comment on how you supposedly looked different? Was it your features? Your clothes? Your haircut?
"I'm scared."
Sukuna paused. You were horrified to have answered wrong, and now you could only hope he wouldn't kill you.
But he did something unexpected; he laughed. A thick, hardy chuckle that made your blood run cold.
Was this the end? How pitiful. Slain on a random Tuesday afternoon all because you wanted to meet up with an old friend. That's not a proper death.
"A thousand years and countless reincarnations, yet you still know how to make me laugh."
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead. You only had a moment to panic before a lifetime of memories filled your mind.
You remember the time before modern civilization when you relied on hunting in the woods and crops from the neighbor's farm.
You remembered your parents, siblings, friends, and other villagers. You remember your home on the outskirts of town just against the forest line.
But most importantly, you remember Sukuna.
You remember meeting him as a human, and then several years later as a curse. You faced off against him, and although you couldn't beat him in the end, you'd come close enough to earn his respect.
He stood above you, two arms crossed, one on his hip, and the other outstretched to offer you a hand up.
Who were you to refuse such a gesture from the king of curses?
He allowed you to join his temple alongside other followers of his with the condition you devoted yourself to him entirely. The offer was presented as a choice, but the alternative was death, so any reservations you had were null.
You wanted to go with him anyway, but that's beside the point.
From the very beginning of your journey with him, it was made clear to everyone that you were 'special' and not to be bothered.
This fact didn't hold up too well with some of the others, but what were they to do about it? Argue with Sukuna? Tell him they were more deserving of his attention? How pathetic.
He allowed you privileges that would only ever be known to you, like dining with him or joining him on trips. These small pleasantries became grand ones, like sharing his bed and allowing him to claim you.
Your relationship was equal from then on. You were not just a follower of his anymore. He was just as devoted to you as you are to him, and he ensured you knew it.
He'd always make sure to tell you how special you were, that he was taking his time with you and granting you pleasure. How you were his favorite, and no one else could even compare. How others had not been so lucky in the past.
He'd escort you to and from the hot springs, have humans bring you flowers and jewelry, and allow you to see the most vulnerable aspects of him.
He promised his love for you would never die, and here he is a millennia later proving true to his words.
Once the unrelenting onslaught of memories subsided, your hands met his- one still on your chest feeling your heartbeat, and the other slid partway into your hair- and all you could do was appreciate his presence.
You stared up at him. His face was different, but that intense look in his eyes was all the proof you needed that he was still the same man from all those years ago.
Tears beaded up in your eyes and quickly dripped down your cheeks. Crying had never been your thing in the past, but you didn't care to stuff the feelings down. Such a reunion was an occasion enough.
"My love," you whispered.
He leaned his forehead down to meet yours.
"My Queen."
#sukuna x reader#jjk x reader#jjk#jujutsu sukuna#jujutsu kaisen#sukuna fluff#sukuna ryomen#ryomen sukuna#jjk headcanons#jjk hcs
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Maybe a stupid question but one I've asked myself, what's the difference in between a butch and a masc for you ? Is there one ?
not a stupid question! "butch" is an older word with more meanings across time. to straight people it's been a military style haircut, a male name (still a few old guys named butch in the US), and a fairly uncomplicated synonym for masculine. to lesbians, bisexuals and gay men, it's been all of the above, but it's also had a whole host of other connotations specific to us and our own ways of loving/performing masculinity. a lot of the different meanings of butch have faded or fallen out of fashion over the years, but the word has more or less kept its purpose among lesbians, giving it the lesbian tint it has today.
"masc" is a much newer term, and unlike butch, i don't believe it's ever been widely used by the straight mainstream. (not a lot of grandpas named masc out there.) it's my impression that masc first spread out from gay guys on grindr, or at least that played a big part in popularizing it, and it's been used pretty much exclusively in an lgbt context ever since. in that sense it's the word with the more explicitly queer origin, despite having a much shorter history. having risen to popularity in the age of social media, masc carries none of the historical baggage of butch, and as such it's a more open-ended term, implying very little about a person beyond their masculinity. you can see this difference exemplified in google search results: while looking up butch will primarily yield information about the word's significance to lesbians, masc will net you more neutral descriptions, like "a person whose gender identity is masculine, but who is not necessarily a man."
despite all that, masc and butch usually serve the same function (to express the masculinity of the subject) and are used pretty much interchangeably in many contexts. also worth noting is that the lesbian association of butch is not a rule, just an observation i've made about modern perceptions. bisexual women have always used butch (and femme) alongside lesbians, and to this day you'll still encounter gay men – usually older – who identify as butch. so in conclusion, if you're trying to pick what label to use for yourself, i wouldn't worry about it too much. both terms have room enough for you in them.
#personally i dig butch for the connection to lez culture & for the images of old-timey leathermen and cigar-smoking biker dykes it conjures#but i'll respond to masc when called👍 i've got no quarrel with masc#mail
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I just imagine fem!Silver trying to chop her hair off Mulan style so she can attend NRC with Lilia and Malleus then cut to next scene where Lilia is giving her a proper haircut cuz the cut ended up too choppy and uneven.
[Referencing this post!]
OKAY, LET’S BE HONEST WITH OURSELVES HERE… Would Lilia giving anyone a haircut really make it look better than it was before 😭 (Lilia canonically cuts his own hair, Silver’s, AND sometimes Malleus’s, according to Malleus dialogue from Glorious Masquerade. And… well, look at how their hair looks… especially Lilia’s!!)
Fun fact, the cutting of one’s hair is actually not historically accurate! The west associates long hair with femininity and short hair with masculinity, but in the period of time in which Mulan takes place, both Chinese men and women wore their hair long. This is because there was a Confucian belief that one’s body was a gift from the parents and that gift should not be damaged. (TWST of course takes place in the modern era and in a non-China adjacent part of their world, so I doubt this logic would also apply.)
It doesn’t seem like people at NRC are bothered too much by long hair? At the very least, I don’t think having long hair would be any more conspicuous or female-presenting than a male student with long hair. (I mean, look at Leona, Jamil, Vil, Idia, and even Malleus himself www) Maybe fem!Silver could just waltz in with hair as long as the Dawn Knight and no one would be the wiser 😂
For a physically capable warrior… I imagine it’s more practically to have short hair?? So perhaps Silver could cut it? Or at least tie it up into a bun to minimize the chance of snagging. It’s still neat to imagine fem!Silver cutting her hair with a sword though… The imagery is just so cool!
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst genderbend#twst AU#twisted wonderland AU#twisted wonderland genderbend#Silver#Lilia Vanrouge#Malleus Draconia#Mulan#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#notes from the writing raven#glorious masquerade spoilers#book 7 spoilers
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albums i would play for each driver on the 2024 F1 grid to expand their music taste
Max Verstappen: Graceland by Paul Simon - As a fan of classic and folk rock, I'd imagine Max has been exposed to Simon and Garfunkel and I think he'd enjoy the sprawling, detailed, careful expanse of Simon's solo masterpiece. Angels in the architecture spinning in infinity, etc etc
Checo Perez: Ramomex by Rebel'd Punk - One of the Mexican bands who pioneered punk music in the country, but Checo probably missed this release because he was too busy karting and moving to europe as a teen. It's never too late to have a proper angry punk phase, though.
Charles Leclerc: Ten Love Songs by Susanne Sundfør - Groundbreaking, life-altering pop music that pushes every boundary. This hits the sad songs craving and I think would interest him as a musician and burgeoning songwriter.
Carlos Sainz: Ultraviolence by Lana Del Rey - daddy issues. I just know he'd vibe out to Brooklyn Baby.
Lando Norris: Destiny by DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ - I dream of sitting him down and exposing him to actually good, interesting, fun contemporary dj music.
Oscar Piastri: Speaking in Tongues by Talking Heads - He has that certain David Byrne swag and demeanor of someone who'd love the Talking Heads if only given the chance.
Fernando Alonso: 10,000 gecs by 100 gecs - At first the old man would be extremely confused but once he was on board he would be blasting The Most Wanted Person In The United States all day every day.
Lance Stroll: Talon of the Hawk by The Front Bottoms - that post that's like the problem is men are making podcasts instead of forming midwest emo bands. but it's men are becoming f1 drivers instead of forming midwest emo bands. I think some TFB exposure could be the spark of inspiration for a great career pivot.
Lewis Hamilton: Maps by billy woods and Kenny Segal - I fear Lewis might have been too worried about Merc's performance last year to have checked out this fantastic collaboration that was one of 2023's best albums.
George Russell: Contra by Vampire Weekend - I just saw Vampire Weekend live following the release of the new album and at the show there was a guy a few feet ahead of me in the merch line who had the exact same energy as GR. The mix of prep vibes and world music would work into his taste while expanding his listening beyond coldplay.
Yuki Tsunoda: GLOW ON by Turnstile - 100% a selfish pick, I want to mosh with Yuki in the pit of a Turnstile pit.
Daniel Ricciardo: The Panhandlers by The Panhandlers - A country supergroup I return to time and again, wistful and nostalgic, making you yearn for West Texas no matter where in the world you are.
Alex Albon: Pelican West by Haircut 100 - Funky British jazz pop, perfect for dancing and vibing.
Logan Sargeant: Crying, Laughing, Waving, Smiling by Slaughter Beach, Dog - I fear Logie might be too young or too norm core to have had a proper Modern Baseball phase (it's never too late logie! listen to Intersection!) but Ewald's 2023 offering seems like something he missed last year that's perfectly up his alley.
Valtteri Bottas: Merriweather Post Pavillion by Animal Collective - Weird and complex, I think he should throw it on while on a long bike ride and let his mullet fly in the breeze.
Zhou Guanyu: God Save the Animals by Alex G - no you don't understand i need him to listen to Alex G he would love it
Kevin Magnussen: Heaven or Las Vegas by Cocteau Twins - Ethereal music he can feel and let wash over him in a wave to relax and transcend the horrors of driving for Haas.
Nico Hulkenberg: Supernatural by Santana - dad music but make it funky and good
Pierre Gasly: Sex Dreams and Denim Jeans by Uffie - A perfect twist on early 2000s French electronic music, I think it'd remind him of the club while sounding entirely new and make him want to pick up a side dj gig of his own.
Esteban Ocon: Lescop by Lescop - French indie pop-rock! His most recent album is fantastic, but Este should check out Lescop's 2013 debut first.
following a conversation with @liamlawsonlesbian and her definitive book rec list i'm doing something similar for music (she bullied me into posting this sorry). large range in popularity/mainstream-ness of artists depending on the driver and what i think they're already listening to.
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HORROR'S NEXT TOP GENDER, ROUND THREE MATCH NINE: Amanda Young (Saw) vs. Adam/The Monster (Frankenstein)
PROPAGANDA FOR AMANDA:
"my girlboything with horrible haircuts, patron saint of merciless forgiveness, she's my boyfriend and my wife and her voice makes me see angels. she's butchfemme ("what, both at once?" yes.) and hates men. she's killed at least three cops."
"She's so very trans girl coded imo. she also managed to pull off that dubious haircut in saw X, and that alone is a powerful feat of gender. I get gender envy from her and I'm not even remotely a girl thats how gender she is"
PROPAGANDA FOR ADAM:
"Isn't their whole story about being brought into this world anew, fully formed, and then near immediately scorned by his creator because of one minute detail within, that he couldn't change? Isn't there something to be said about having to go out into the wilderness, only because of the consequences of your birth? I mean, i could go on about the inherent transgenderism of making a body in the first place but DAMN there is something to be said about the OG "making a body" story."
"While Frankenstein uses male pronouns for the creature, viewing the creature as a reflection of himself, the creature does not and the authors note from mary shelley refers to the creature with it/its. In addition, the creature is repeatedly paralleled with the female characters. Justine and the creature share similar experiences of having a same-sex creator who rejects them, neglects them, and insults them, but while Justine is able to find a home and recover the creature never is. They’re additionally tied together through Justine being blamed for William’s murder despite the creature being the real killer. Then later, the creature parallels itself to Safie. We call it the creature because that’s how it refers to itself, and while he refers to other people as “humans” to place distance between it and them, it takes a special liking to Safie and refers to it as a “creature” aswell. It takes this fascination to mean its attracted to women and should have a female companion and while that may be true i think theres a level of identification through the other it doesnt realize. Also something something base theme of the creature wants love and acceptance but cant get it because its society and creator are intolerant of it and view it as being agaisnt both nature and god. [...] TLDR I think if you brought Frankensteins monster into modern day it would choose to be some flavor of transfem or demigirl because it naturally relates to women while its masculine identity was forced upon it by its creator"
#amanda saw#amanda young#saw 2004#saw franchise#saw#frankenstein#frankensteins monster#mary shelley#the modern prometheus#frankensteins creature#horror villain tourney#horror's next top gender#trans
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@thresholdbb omg tumblr ate your ask but thankyou for asking!!!!
👕Character whose fashion you like.
Phoar! Startrek really isn't a show I associate with being fashionable. It's very camp isn't it? In theory a lot of the wardrobe is really cool and they wanted to gain that retro-future aesthetic. Did it work? I'm not sure. However it does make a statement. The Startrek aesthetic is really recognizable and that's important! I think that's where modern trek kind of looses the plot. It's not as careful about the unique visual design as a whole anymore and as a result it doesn't settle in our minds. Is it bad artistry? No but it's not as stringent. What I mean by that is older trek cared about nuance. For example every haircut was done the same way on men, or suits were tailored in a way to look sleek but practical (they weren't). Gaudy patterns were important to denote things like status. It looks ugly on the outside but when you're watching the show it envelops you and makes you feel welcomed into the universe.
I digress.
To answer this, the most fashionable character, hands down, is Quark! That mfer always looks good, and has the finest drip in the galaxy. Love that.
🥲 ST moment that makes you cry.
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There are two moments that make me particularly sad. Kate's acting in the climax of Resistance is incredible. I read somewhere she had a special-wink-wink- relationship with the Director in the early seasons and she was being tested by this episode in some regard. I think it paid off. I treasure any time her captain-hood is removed, and the extreme vulnerability of Janeway is on display-MWAH MWAH poignant. This episode is beautifully intimate, particularly this scene. It's overall gorgeous and unique in how she whispers to him, as if there is nothing more important than to secure his peace of mind as he dies, and it's heart rending when it ends with her just crouching there, emotionally alone. I love how Janeway is forced into the father-daughter dynamic between her and Caylem, one that she would ordinarily resist (heh themes) because I think it inherently weakens her status. The back and forth throughout the episode of them taking care of each other's welfare is so it's terribly sad when it's torn down and we discover the truth behind Caylem's family. If you've dug around her character you know that her Admiral-Father has had impact on her life. She's haunted by him in both a figurative way by being a Captain, and literal sense later on in Coda. Much like Caylem, she looses her father in a violent manner that she has to carry around while she forges ahead. It also reflects well on Kate's relationship with her actual father, she recently revealed that she was never able to get him on her page, but in spite that she adore him with all her might. So a scene like this is really revealing-I believe she was able to draw upon those feelings and that's kinda neat to be so raw as an actor. SIGH.
This one just straight up made me cry fr because Prodigy s1 is a really mature, well done piece of (Startrek) media. Holo Janeway has an irony about it where in the end she is program designed to be a teacher, and she didn't expect to develop a strong bond with the crew. Her final moments are of displaying a huge amount of selflessness and courage to help the kids get out of trouble, similarly to how Janeway would approach dire circumstances. The music swelling and the ship activating is just OOOOF!!! I love how it parallels Dal's initiation of the first Protojump in a Moral Star. By that means It suggests how proud she is to get to do this for them. As a character she is really interesting to think about, in a way I can't entirely articulate. A lot of her moments are quite sad in general, she has to keep an active role so she isn't ignored, and help where help is needed, but at the same time she has constraints, one being that she manipulated by the antagonists. And In contrast to that, the kids do their best to help her feel like she is important and more than a command program to be used insincerely. She grew to love the Protostar crew, that's evident in her body language in this scene. She has a lot of depth overall. Equal to the real Janeway she deeply feels love, guilt and pain, but importantly she is transformed by the her time on the Protostar and while active, learns and grows with Dal, Rok-tak, Zero, Jankom and Gwyn. It's REALLY sweet that they care all care about each other.
I love her and I love JANEWAY!!!!
🥹 Favourite behind the scenes picture.
Ooooh I love all behind the scenes stuff. My brother in Christ It's super difficult to just name one thing and I'm very greedy!! I wish we had more BTS content for Voyager but sadly, it's a matter of grab what you can, however you can. Anyway, I have an inherent interest in seeing the cogs behind the wheel. I chose these samples because I think they're charming.
The continuity polaroid's are so fun and a lost technique, I like to think about assistants having to pull the actors aside and asking them to take those. How daunting! Kate's grin in the one where she is offset is SO cute. So she must have been in a good mood, super Cheeky!
Following that is a screenshot from a video of her having her makeup done. A rare catch. I like this because she often sooks about how much time hair and makeup was spent on her to become Captain Janeway. I get it's a huge time-sink, but love or hate it, the full irony is that her early season appearance is really iconic and in it's own right adds to Captain Janeway's sensibility. Silly goose Kate! Besides that, she looks hot checking herself out, haha.
Moreover, I love on-set editorial photos of actors in costume. While we did have heaps of them in the Starfleet uniform, I wish we had a larger collection with clearer releases, it would have given an opportunity to see in things of interest better detail. Particularly the lower half of unique costumes. For whatever reason special outfits weren't often established or framed for us to see the legs in the show, so a nice big photograph would have solved that. Also I love that these style of pictures capture an impression of an episode without giving it away.
Similarly, fly on the wall on-set photos are cool. They're way more intimate and candid than anything else and it makes me feel as though I am spying on the actors, but they're also a good way to document how things might have been on set.
The Timeless one is interesting too because it's of a deleted scene, we never see Chakotay look at a dead Janeway (how deliciously macabre!), but at some point in time it was in the script and they filmed it.
Hmm this bts picture of Janeway in the Cardigan is adorable! I believe it was worn by Kate for a Charity but look how cute she looks? Makes me wish we saw her mess around with things like that more because 7 Years is a long ass time to be in uniform everyday ( coming from someone who went to school in a Uniform and enjoyed it for the most part). Casual Fridays anyone?
I love this gif. It's from the first shoots of Caretaker and Kate looks so radiant! Her smile is is breathtaking! Whenever I see this gif I get a sense of delight. Poor thing had no idea what she was getting herself into, haha. Really though, check out the original Caretaker photos, they're super-cool. The history behind it is fascinating; I'd love to see more footage from that version of the pilot episode. Unfortunately, it's probably not preserved well, much like lots of Paramount's historical material.
On a similar trend, it's fun to see this set of pictures too. It's for the First Contact film / maybe the Universal studios ride, when she reprised her role as Vice AdmiralJaneway. Kate was genuinely delighted to do this cameo and it shows. As per her operandum she put her whole self into this small segment and that's so darling. It makes me wish we had more of this Janeway at that point in time. I love post Endgame chubby-Janeway. In a fictional sense it denotes that she is comfortable or stressed to be an Admiral (sadly it's the latter in real life) or whatever and I love that for her.
These kind of pictures are fun because it's been said that at times it was the most playful set to be on. There are tales that the cast were not that serious all the time. You get that impression here, and it's probably why the majority of them are still good friends to this day. They're like a family bros!!! Having worked in media I know that wrapping up after working on something for a long time is really rewarding and I bet they had a good time at parties.
Apropos previous, the opposite can be said. While they had fun, the hours were long and the scripts intensive. Kate was around for all of the episodes of Voyager in one way or another, and still managed to bring her A-game each time. She is truly admirable! Seeing her so exhausted is charming. She had a lot of weight to carry for the franchise and did an exemplary job performing her way through 7 years of weird and wonderful material. I wonder how often they fell asleep on set? I know I would. Get some rest queen!
Finally, I've been following Prodigy bts as best I can, and because of my career in animation I get pretty interested in Production art. I love seeing the fast metamorphosis of a visual style. It's really impressive how much attention they applied to the designs, maintaining the older stuff, while adapting a new frontier. One of the lead artists made some pretty neat observations to get Kate's appearance right. It's so cool that they documented that journey, because from my dabbling I know she has a very beautiful, distinct face that isn't easy to capture.
ANYWAY Thankyou for reading my fat thesis fellas. tl;dr i love this stinky Startrek Voyager and by extension the franchise.
#I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS WALL OF TEXT I HAVE A LOT TO SAY AND I THINK ABOUT THIS DARN SHOW A LOT#also my bad it's mostly voyager but it's my true love#hope you can make sense of this I'm fairly illiterate and writing is so hard for me lol that's why i write more than is probably necessary#i like the other trek shows but this one is something special if you know what i mean#appreciate you if you read all this MWAH MWAH#thankyou for the ask thresholdbb ily!!!#Thresholdbb#Kathryn Janeway#janeway#star trek voyager#star trek prodigy#st:voy#kate mulgrew#no sources for this you just gotta trust im a big fat expert :^)#i really need an editor my dyslexic-a jumbles up and forgets words when i write its so embarassing#i have a pretty large collection of pictures now but i could always use more#i also should probably save videos where i can because they get buried / removed from the internet
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One Call Away (Masema x Sihtric Modern AU)
A/N: HAPPY MASEMA MONDAY!! It's finally here! This strange little piece of depravity came about after being peer-pressured by the Arnas girlies over on discord, so you can blame them (iykyk). (This fic also puts me officially over 200k published words and I am stoked!) Divider is by @/zaldritzosrose, moodboards are by me!
Rating: E
Wordcount: 4,360k
Summary: Masema and Sihtric meet at a BDSM club that Masema works at.
TWs: Weird crossover. Bdsm. Dom!Masema. Sub!Sihtric. Hookup. Paid Sex. Sex Club. Semi - Public Oral Sex. Hair Pulling. Praise Kink. Bondage. Cock Warming. Face Fucking. Choking. Semi - Public Masturbation. Sex Toys. Rope. Little Dirty Talk. Anal Sex. Facial.
Taglist: @gemini-mama @foxyanon @legitalicat @thenameswinter99 @arcielee
@sihtricfedaraaahvicius @whitedarkmoonflower @zaldritzosrose
Masema was bored. His shift at The Wheel, the bdsm club he worked at, was going slow as fuck and he was bored out of his fucking mind. The only high point of his shift so far had been the flogging demonstration, but even that had only perked his interest for a few minutes until he realized it was a demonstration for beginners and they weren't teaching anything new.
It was midweek so the club was near empty, and the only patrons who didn't care about going to work in the morning seemed to be other dominants, or pairs, no submissives. No one *interesting*.
That was when Masema saw him. The young man who walked through the curtained doorway and into the main room of the club was one of the most alluring men Masema had ever seen.
He had the most peculiar haircut, it was long on one side and completely shaved down on the other with a single small braid dividing the two sides. Masema caught flashes of silver glinting in the strands under the club lights. He was wearing tight, black leather pants with a black sleeveless shirt, made from a shimmery, almost translucent material and Masema could see the play of muscle underneath. His arms were completely bare save for one thing which made Masema's blood begin to pool in his groin and his cock stir. The neon blue wristband that the club issued to patrons who were there looking to Sub.
The pretty thing looked like he was made to be on his knees and Masema would be happy to put him there.
Sihtric was nervous, butterflies rolling in his stomach and he absent-mindedly fiddled with the neon blue wristband that the receptionist at the club had issued him. The wristband that marked him as a Sub looking to pick up a Dom for the night.
He had come to The Wheel at the recommendation of his roommate Finan, the Irishman telling him that it had an excellent reputation and he would be able to find what he needed there.
Sihtric wasn't even sure what it was that he needed but there he was, on a random wednesday night, paying a ridiculously expensive cover charge to find someone who will help him relieve the itch under his skin. The itch that had been persisting for weeks and made him short tempered and irritable.
The club itself looked good, the building was new, modern, and the reception area had been clean and welcoming without giving away a hint of what kind of club it actually was. He had paid his cover, took his wristband and was directed down a hallway with a curtained doorway at the other end. As he got closer he could hear music and the faint sound of leather on leather.
He was momentarily disappointed when he stepped past the curtain and saw that the main room was near empty and the few solo dominants he could see, marked by a bright red wrist band, were not his type at all.
Then Sihtric spotted him.
The man was sitting at one of the padded benches nestled in the back corner of the room. From what Sihtric could see, the man was tall, taller than Sihtric and he had a bored look on his handsome face. His hair was long, tied back into a top knot so his face was unobstructed and shaved short on the sides. He was wearing blood red leather pants that looked painted on; they were so tight, paired with a black leather vest with a vee so deep it exposed his muscular chest down to his bellybutton. His arms were thickly corded with muscle, large enough that he could probably put Sihtric in his place and hold him there and suddenly Sihtric wanted nothing more.
They made eye contact across the room and Sihtric saw the way the other man straightened up, the aura of authority settling over him as he grinned at being noticed.
Masema didn't stand, didn't move at all beyond sitting up taller in his seat and he raised one eyebrow and looked pointed at his feet.
Sihtric crossed the room quickly, weaving past the few patrons in his way until he reached the other man and dropped to his knees faster than he ever had in his life. His hands settled behind his back as he kept eye contact with the other man, waiting to see what would happen next.
Masema had been right, this pretty Sub looked so perfect on his knees and he took his time getting a better look at him. The mismatched coloured eyes were a surprise, he had never met another person with heterochromia like his own before and thought they suited his angular face beautifully.
He cupped the side of the other man's face, his thumb brushed across a faint scar that ran across his cheek.
“Have you submitted before?” he asked and held back a grin as the Sub before him nodded yes.
Good.
“You will not speak unless I have asked you a specific question or to use your safe word. You will address me as Sir. Understood?”
Another nod.
“Yes Sir,” he answered, his voice soft, sweet like honey and begging to be wrecked.
“What is your name, pretty thing?”
Sihtric considered lying, of giving a false name to this stranger but the desire to hear his name in that rich voice won out.
“Sihtric, Sir,” he answered, meeting the man's eyes steadily, noting the way his pupils had already expanded, swallowing all hints of colour. It made his gaze dark and hungry and Sihtric's cock rock hard in his pants.
Masema noticed how Sihtric was trembling already, a fine tremour in his limbs and the Dom knew that he couldn't take it too far, too hard, not tonight, but he would love making this man fall apart.
He spotted one of his coworkers getting ready to start another demonstration, pulling out one of the club's Saint Andrew Crosses and while it didn’t pique his interest exactly, it did give him an idea.
“Sihtric… you're going to keep my cock warm while I watch the next demonstration. Can you do that for me, pretty thing?”
“Yes Sir.” Sihtric barely held himself back from shuffling forward and reaching for the Dom's trousers. He hadn't been told not to move but he had a feeling the Dom would appreciate the restraint.
Masema tightened his grip in Sihtric's hair and grinned at the hitched breath. Oh he was perfect, Masema thought, running his fingers through his surprising soft hair and noting how Sihtric leaned into the touch.
“Good, come here.”
He used his grip in Sihtric's hair to guide the other man towards him, while he reached down with the other hand to unlace his pants. His pants were too tight to pull down much but he was able to open the front enough for him to take his semi hard cock out.
Sihtric knew he was staring but he couldn't stop. The other man's cock was.. big, Sihtric wasn't small himself but even he felt a touch of envy at the sight. It was thick and long and his mouth watered at the thought of swallowing it down and choking on it. It had been too long since he had been able to go down on another man.
Masema used the hand in Sihtric's hair to guide him forward. “Open up.”
Sihtric opened his mouth wide and let the Dom guide the head of his cock across his tongue and into the warm depth of his mouth until Sihtric's nose pressed to warm skin. Even half hard the cock filled his mouth but Sihtric was still able to settle comfortably against the Dom.
He tasted clean, like soap with just a hint of salt as he leaked a little onto Sihtric's tongue. Sihtric swallowed around his mouthful, he couldn't help himself but then forced himself to relax.
Masema held back the urge to push further as the wet, warm heat of Sihtric's mouth enveloped his cock, resisted the urge to shove deep and make Sihtric choke on it. He could save that for later, after he had the pretty thing keep him warm and relaxed.
He grinned as he ran his fingers through Sihtric's hair again and watched as the Subs' eyes fluttered shut and his shoulders relaxed, all the hidden tension leaving his body. The poor thing needed to be taken care of so desperately.
Gods, Masema couldn't wait to wreck him.
Sihtric let his mind drift, let his worries fade away and just focused on the pleasant way his mouth was stretched full, the barely there ache starting in his knees on the hard floor of the club. He fantasized briefly about all the ways the Dom could use him before he pushed the images away and just waited.
It wasn't a long demonstration, a bit boring as Masema's coworker barely made the Sub strapped onto the cross scream, and Masema passed the time by imagining all the ways he would do a better job with Sihtric under his crop.
Next time maybe.
For now he had a different idea in mind as the demonstration ended and Masema slipped his cock from Sihtric's warm mouth. He tugged on Sihtric hair to get his attention and petted him until the hazy look left his eyes.
“I'm going to fuck your mouth now pretty thing.��� He watched the colour bled out of Sihtric's eyes as his pupil expanded with arousal. “What's your colour?”
Sihtric was slow to respond, mind still sluggish from how he had drifted. “Green.. Sir.”
Masema fed Sihtric his fingers first, pressing them deep and pressing down on his tongue to make Sihtric open his mouth wide. His other hand reached down and stroked his cock to full hardness, jerking indulgently from base to tip until it was leaking heavily from the head, dripping down the side and over his knuckles. He then took his cock firmly by the root and ran the leaking head first across Sihtric's plush lower lip then he teased it across his tongue, barely giving the other man a taste before pulling away.
He chuckled darkly at the desperate whine Sihtric let out and felt the moment Sihtric tried to lean forward, chasing the taste of his cock before he remembered himself and settled back down on his knees patiently.
“Tsk Tsk tsk,” Masema mocked, “so impatient. Do you want my cock, sweet thing?”
Sihtric whined and nodded as well as he could with the Dom holding his face the way he was.
Masema slid his cock against Sihtric's tongue again and paused with just the head inside the Sub's mouth. He stroked the base of his cock, encouraging a dribble of white to escape and pool on Sihtric's tongue.
Sihtric whined again but managed to stay still this time.
“Good boy.”
Sihtric outright moaned at that, the sound covered some by the club's music but clear to Masema all the same.
The pretty thing liked to be praised.
Masema filed that thought away for later as he pulled his fingers free of Sihtric's mouth and cupped the back of his head, uncaring of the saliva and precome he smeared in the Sub’s hair. He slid his cock in, inch after inch, watching with growing arousal as he was able to fit most of his cock down Sihtric's throat before the Sub’s eyes began to water and he made a faint choking sound.
Masema waited to see what Sihtric would do but he gave no signal to stop so Masema kept going. He set a slow but deep pace, in and out, in and out, gaining speed as Sihtric's throat opened up and was able to take him even deeper.
Masema panted as he fucked into Sihtric's throat on each thrust, as tears pooled in the corner of the Sub’s pretty eyes before they spilled down his cheeks.
He tossed his head back and moaned as his ball drew up, tight and aching as he chased his release in that warm cavern. Fucking forward hard enough they slapped against Sihtric's chin each time he bottomed out in his throat. He could feel the vibration of Sihtric's moans around his cock and it helped to push him right to the edge.
“Fuuuck I'm close,” Masema moaned, dropping his chin to his chest so he could watch the way his cock stretched Sihtric mouth wide. “Do you want my cum, pretty thing?”
Sihtric moaned at the question and pushed forward, taking that huge cock even deeper, wanting to taste the other man's cum so badly. He swallowed around the head of his cock and was finally rewarded with spurt after spurt of the hot, salty fluid as the Dom came down his throat.
Sihtric made sure to swallow every last drop before he leaned back and let the now spent cock slip from his mouth. On instinct he opened his mouth wide, to show the Dom that it was empty. His cock was so hard it hurt, throbbing in the confines of his leather pants.
He watched as the Dom panted heavily, catching his breath before he ran a hand along the top of his head, slicking back the few strands of his long hair which had fallen into his face from the exertion.
“Touch yourself for me, pretty thing.”
Sihtrics face burned with embarrassment as he followed the Dom's command and pulled his cock from his pants. He felt strangely exposed having his cock out in a room full with other people watching, especially considering that he felt none while he kept the other man cock warm. His nerves were soothed as surprisingly tender fingers pet through his hair.
“That's a good boy, cum.”
That honeyed voice calling him a good boy pushed him right to the edge and he came on command. He continued to jerk his cock as he spilled over his fingers and onto the floor of the club, hot and sticky and oh so good as his mind completely whited out.
After cleaning up their mess they parted ways and Masema pressed a business card into Sihtrics hands.
“If you ever want to do that again” he murmured before walking away without another glance, disappearing back into the club.
‘Masema Dager Dominant The Wheel - call to book a private appointment’
Sihtric thought about that night many times over the following months, often while lonely in his own bed, and thought about that shiny black business card stamped with such simple but devastating information.
Masema was a professional Dominant.
Sihtric had been disappointed at first, thinking that the other man had only sought him out as part of his job and 3 shots of tequila too many at their next night off together he confessed as much to Finan.
Finan had laughed him off, explaining that staff on the club floor had the benefit of choosing only who they wanted. If Masema had played with him then it's because he wanted Sihtric, not out of duty or obligation.
The relief he had felt had been immense and he desperately wanted to take Masema up on his offer but it was still months before he worked his way up to calling that number. Months of lonely nights and mediocre, vanilla one night stands before that itch under his skin had gotten so bad he couldn't ignore it anymore.
The private appointment cost substantially more then the basic cover charge for the club, enough to make Sihtric burn with shame but he *wanted* the other man again so badly. They emailed him a form to fill out, a more comprehensive list allowing him to set his limits and with a very clear disclaimer that echoed the words Finan had told him. Staff are never expected to take sessions in a sexual direction, that the focus was on the power dynamics and if they do so it is entirely at their own discretion.
Sihtric was just as nervous this time around as he had been the first time he went to The Wheel. He was so nervous he bummed a smoke off another patron outside the club and sucked it back before heading inside, a mint melting on his tongue to hide the taste of nicotine and smoke.
Masema had waited impatiently for Sihtric to come back to The Wheel and see him again. He had almost given up hope when he saw the personal session added to his calendar for that night, had recognized the name on the listing and had spent the first part of his shift pacing, waiting, eager for the time of the appointment.
Sihtric had looked so pretty with his mouth stuffed with Masema's cock, with tears spilling down his cheeks and Masema was looking forward to taking him apart again. To bending him over and fucking his sweet looking ass until he cried.
As the time for the appointment neared he made his way to his assigned room where he would get ready and meet Sihtric. The private rooms at The Wheel were simple yet comfortable. Each room was equipped with the basic tools that any employee would need, props, toys, restraints, and plenty of lube, massage oil and bruise salve. The lights were dimmed to help set the mood and should the scene run towards a sexual nature, a double bed piled with pillows and soft linens.
Masema had decided to dress down for this appointment, he wanted something easy to remove, and was dressed just in a pair of red sweatpants which did nothing to hide what he was packing and a plain white t-shirt which was stretched thin over his bulging shoulders and pectoral muscles.
When Sihtric arrived Masema saw immediately that the Sub had cut his hair, both sides were shaved short but he had left the top long enough to curl over his forehead. He was wearing a tight black, long sleeved t-shirt with a logo for a band Masema had never heard of before on the front and a pair of black cargo shorts.
He looked good.
Masema stripped his shirt off without a word and bit back a grin as he greatly enjoyed the way Sihtric's eyes immediately zeroed in on his chest. He watched as the Sub licked his lips and his eyes darkened.
Sihtric's brain short circuits when Masema removed his shirt, breath catching at the sight of his huge, muscular arms and the definition in his chest and abs. The other man looked like he could pick Sihtric up and fuck him against a wall, or hold him down and just make him take it.
Sihtric thought it might be weird or awkward, being here again but that wasn’t the case at all. All it took was a twitch of that eyebrow and a pointed look and Sihtric once again found himself on his knees at Masema’s feet. He was already hard in his short, eager to see what the Dom had in store for him this time.
They kept eye contact as Masema stepped up to Sihtric and the Dom cupped his cheek.
“Ready?” He asked, his voice already deepening with his arousal.
“Yes.” Sihtric answered airily and he gasped sweetly as Masema moved his hand into his hair and pulled, hard.
“What was that?”
“Yes Sir” Sihtric amended, “I'm sorry Sir.”
“Get me hard,” the Dom commanded, pulling his sweat pants pulled down just enough for his cock to hang out and he groaned as Sihtric got right to it.
The Sub took his half hard cock into his hot mouth and swallowed him down, bobbing his head and sucking hard until Masema was as hard as a rock and leaking heavily on his tongue.
Masema pulled Sihtric off his cock and the Sub whined sadly but waited patiently for Masema’s instructions.
Masema slapped his cock against the side of Sihtric’s face, leaving behind a mess of saliva and precum, a mark which felt like a brand, a claim of ownership which made heat build in Masema's chest.
He needed to be inside the pretty man at his feet and he needed it now.
“Strip.”
They both get fully undressed and Masema finally gets to see what Sihtric was hiding under his clothes. He was surprisingly muscular, his muscles almost as cut as Masema's, only less bulky than the Dom.
The most surprising thing though was the multiple tattoos which adorned Sihtric's body.
He had a half sleeve on his left arm with intricate bands of runes and viking symbols spreading from wrist to elbow. It hadn't been there the last time Sihtric had visited The Wheel, the tattoo still slightly pink and fresh looking. There was a stylized tree with more viking symbols hidden between its branches over his heart and as Masema got the Sub bent over the end of the bed he could see the large black wings which spread across Sihtric's shoulder blades and down his spine. He had a line of runes down the middle and the wings had an intricate knot design inside.
Masema licked along the edge of one of those wings as he pulled Sihtric's wrists one at a time to the small of his back and secured them together with a length of silken rope. Winding blood red over pale wrists and forearms.
Arms secured, Masema guided the Sub further up the bed and positioned him so his chest was pressed down on the mattress while his perfect arse was in the air. Exposed and begging Masema to take a bite, which he did. Not hard, just a nip of teeth but Sihtric moaned so sweetly that he did it again, harder. Hard enough to leave a perfect imprint of his teeth in the ample flesh and to make the other moan moan even louder, desperate and needy.
As Masema admired his handy work he caught a glint of red, intrigued he gripped both of Sihtric arse cheeks and spread them apart to reveal a surprise nestled between them. The bejeweled end of a decent sized plug.
“So desperate for my cock, pretty thing?” he mocked as he teased the Sub with the toy.
“Such a greedy little slut, already stretched out and wanting to get fucked.” He crooned as he pulled the toy out until only the tip remained inside and watched as Sihtric's rim fluttered around it before pushing it back in.
“Are you my greedy slut, Sihtric?”
He slapped Sihtric's arse when all he got in response was a moan. “I asked you a question, pretty thing.”
“Yes… yes I am your greedy slut, Sir.” Sihtric gasped out as Masema angled the up so it brushed against his prostate with each pass against his walls.
Masema fucked him with the toy until he had the Sub whining and rocking back with each thrust as he chased the press of plastic against that spit which made him see stars. He wanted the Dom's cock inside him so badly and he bit down on the fabric below him to stifle the urge to speak without permission.
Luckily for Sihtric it seemed that Masema's was finally done teasing him and pulled the plug from the tight clench of Sihtric arse and tossed the plug carelessly on the floor before he climbed up on the bed behind Sihtric.
He grabbed the subs hip in one hand while with the other guide his leaking cock to Sihtric's gaping rim and lined them up. He is unrelenting, pushing his cock into the hot depth of Sihtric's body inch by thick inch until his hips pressed to Sihtric's arse and he was as deep as he could go.
“What a greedy hole you have, just sucks me right in,” he groaned as he gave Sihtric a minute to adjust before he set out to give the Sub the fuck of his life.
Masema prides himself on having amazing stamina, so he fucked Sihtric hard and fast until the pretty thing was gasping breathlessly and on the verge of spilling before he slowed to a crawl. Rocking his hips in slow circles before starting the cycle all over again.
He lost all track of time, not caring if he went past the allotted appointment time, as he continued to edge the Sub until he could see the spill of tears down angular cheeks and the other man was reduced to mindless begging.
Sihtric didn't mean to break the rules but he couldn't stop the words which were spilling from between his lips. The feeling of Masema's cock splitting him open and filling him was too perfect and his own cock hurt from how long the Dom had been fucking him, keeping him on the edge and not letting him cum.
Normally Masema preferred his Subs to not speak unless spoken to but Sihtric begged so prettily that he allowed it and in fact worked even harder to make the pretty thing beg louder. Fucking him even harder, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room and mixing with the sounds of the Subs voice.
“You can come from my cock or not at all,” he growled in Sihtric ear as he bent over the Subs back to get an even better angle to fuck him with. “I know you can do it, my good boy.”
Those words served to be the final push Sihtric needed and he came completely untouched, thrashing and screaming out as Masema fucked him through it.
After he was done Masema untied him, and pulled his boneless body to his knees as Masema stood over him and jerked off until he came over Sihtric's pretty tear stained face.
Sihtric knelt there in a daze as Masema dropped to his own knees and cupped Sihtric's filthy face in his hands. He licked some of his own spend from Sihtric's cheek before stealing his mouth in a wet, salty kiss, deep and devouring.
As Masema pulled back he decided that he wanted to keep this pretty thing all to himself.
#kirstin's chronicles#happy masema monday#the wheel of time#masema#masema dagar#the last kingdom#sihtric#sihtric kjartansson#masema x sihtric#crossover#modern au
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What hairstyle should I go for?
I need help choosing, my hairstylist fuck my shit every time, so don't worry about it. "It'll grow back" is my hair motto, I literally don't care, even if they would shave me unevenly bold.
Pussymullet - "modern mullet-mohawk" for pussies who only want to dip their dick half way and not have an actual mohawk aka what I had for 3 years now. Safe option, grows out nicely, but I'm bored of it. Also, too much effort to get it up, so it always ends up flopping down limply.
Youngerine - Wolverine's haircut from X-Men 2. Can't do from the first movie, because I don't have the curls. All Wolverine's hairstyles are ducktails btw, just differently length and styled
Middlerine - Wolverine's haircut from 2013 Wolverine movie.
Olderine - Wolverine's haircut from Deadpool & Wolverine movie. The only one that isn't duck's ass. My mom said she will disowned me if I choose such ugly haircut /j Please don't do this to me.
#funny#I'm trans ftm btw#deadpool & wolverine#deadpool and wolverine#Wolverine#wolverine xmen#wolverine#trans#haircut#x-men#x2#tumblr polls
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Feysand Holiday Fic Recs
A collection of holiday-themed Feysand fics for you to enjoy while snuggled down beneath a big, cozy blanket with a cup of hot cocoa!
Spicy fics indicated by a 🌶️ emoji
Please make sure to spread the holiday joy and kindness by leaving kudos and comments on any of the fics that you find and enjoy from this list 💕
One-Shots:
Modern:
The Holiday (🌶️) by @velidewrites - When two sisters with a terrible taste in men (or is it?) decide to swap houses for the holidays, they don't expect to fall in love.
Dada by @julemmaes - Rhysand and Feyre have tried everything to make their little boy talk, now they can only wish for a Christmas miracle
Home for the Holidays by @darling-archeron - Feyre and Rhys have been best friends for years. And Feyre knows that's all they'll ever be - friends. When Rhys brings her to his family Christmas party, she realizes that not everyone has the same impression of their relationship.
Going Home by @darling-archeron - When Feyre's flight home is cancelled, she finds herself stranded in Chicago on Christmas Eve. Luckily, she runs into a familiar face at the airport.
Christmukkah by @live-the-fangirl-life - When Feyre can't celebrate the holidays with her family, Rhys decides to help
Merry Christmas, Feyre Darling (orphaned) - Feysand Fluffy Highschool AU fic
Don't Be a Jerk (It's Christmas) by @the-lonelybarricade - When the group in the corner of the cafe are being too loud for Feyre to study, she decides to take matters into her own hands.
A Letter Never Sent by @the-lonelybarricade - Rhysand was assigned as Feyre's secret santa—again. But after nearly confessing his feelings to her last Christmas, he'll be making sure not to put his heart on his sleeve this year. Or; Rhys accidentally gives Feyre the wrong Christmas letter.
A Letter to Satan (🌶) by yafan92 - When Feyre sends a drunken letter to Santa on Christmas Eve, she doesn't realize that she actually sent it to Satan, who shows up willing to grant her Christmas wish.
Feysand Holiday Fluff Fest by @nomattertheoceans - A series of 31 holiday prompt fills for December 2019
All I Want For Christmas Is You by dr_woodsprite - Rhysand and Feyre’s first Christmas.
A Very Feysand Christmas by @librarian-of-orynth - Feyre and Rhys buy, and then decorate, their Christmas tree.
Merry Christmas, Darling by whimsicallydrifting - Rhys and Feyre are celebrating their first Christmas together as a married couple, and Rhys decided to be romantic and take care of all the preparations: tree, dinner, and decorations. It didn't go exactly as he'd planned.
False Identity (🌶️) by addiewritesthings - One night at a bar, recent divorcee Feyre Archeron is approached by a beautiful dark-haired man who wants to know her name. Only the name she gives him isn't her own.
Canon:
In the Spirit by @noirshadow - the Inner Court confronts their biggest enemy to date - Dry January.
Winter Solstice with Nyx by JAWhitethorn - This is a fluffy, happy story about Feyre & Rhysand celebrating Solstice with the Inner Circle and Nyx, when he is almost five years old.
Solstice Lights and a Scared High Lord by Littlelionman15 - Rhysand thought it'd be a good idea to put himself under the christmas tree as another winter solstice present for Feyre, but things don't go as planned, and the possibility of a new haircut comes in play when Feyre has to help him get out.
I Am Lost And Led Only By The Stars by highfaelucien - The first Christmas after the war and Feyre is disappointed when Rhys can't make it back from the Illyrian camps due to a violent snow storm. Rhys decides to throw caution to the wind and do whatever it takes to get back to his mate in time.
Christmas at the Cabin by @illyriantremors - The entire squad goes to the cabin in the mountains to spend a week together at Christmas. Mayhem and shenanigans ensues.
Seven Days of Solstice by @msfeyredarling - On Feyre’s fiftieth, Rhys decides to celebrate Feyre following the seven days of the winter solstice.
Secret Weapon by addiewritesthings - Feyre returns home one evening to discover exactly what Rhys and Nyx have been up to all day.
Multi-Chapter (all completed):
Modern:
A Christmas Prince by @separatist-apologist - When reporter Feyre Archeron is sent to the small European Principality of Aldovia to cover the upcoming coronation of Prince Rhysand, she's mistaken for a royal portraitist. Deciding to lean into the lie in order to get a better story, Feyre is caught up in the drama and politics of Rhysand's life with no way out that doesn't betray them both.
Once Bitten, Twice Shy by @the-lonelybarricade - "You didn't put up Christmas lights so my friends and I decided to decorate your lawn for you"
Silent Night by Lyetta - When a spare of the moment decision sends Rhys down the riverside path, his life is turned upside down by a beautiful woman in need of help.
Home for the Cold Spell by @thegloweringcastle - When faced with yet another birthday alone in her hometown, Feyre decides to gift herself the thing she needs most: an escape. Things go well; she explores new places, meets new people, and finds a muse in the most arrogant (and beautiful) man she's ever met.
#If I'm missing any favorites please feel free to reblog and add them!#I tried to do a thorough sweep of the archive but there's only so many holiday keywords a girl can think of#Feysand#feysand fic#feysand fanfic#feysand fanfiction#fic recs
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Rdr2 and period accuracy I guess
Bonus points to whoever was in charge of historical details in rdr2 because the amount of spot on, God awful hair and beard styles makes me so happy. 1800-1900 were some of the worst years for decent haircuts. Clothes? Great, wonderful. BUT MUTTON CHOPS??? That stupid middle part slicked-back hair for men? Crimes. War crimes.
Look at this shit. You see this??? Some of these fellas have attractive faces but then they ruined it by doing THAT. Civil war era and regency period are my absolute least favorite times for men. How do you let that hair rope stay on your face?? Half of them look like they're wearing toupees or desperately combing the last bits of balding hair (some of them are, to be fair). Half the NPCs in red dead are utterly unfuckable and I love it. It's really cool when media lets people be ugly and grimy. A lot of the people Arthur comes across are poor, working class people who were often a little gross, especially men living on horseback doing a lot of manual labor. The women wear makeup, but they're not overly polished Hollywood esque pantomimes of historical women. They're allowed to be a little nasty too. Karen absolutely has the pussy equivalent of the Chernobyl elephant's foot and I love that for her! Sometimes media overdoes the unclean factor and makes it like...a metaphor in and of itself for low morals (Pirates of the Caribbean I love you but yeah). Your main characters are shiny and clean where villains are dirty and "unclean".
This is not to say poverty=dirt. At the time though, extreme poverty in cities and places with no natural water sources did equal a bit of funk. They just couldn't afford to pay for baths. Those who cared used perfumes, sponge baths when available. They kept their undergarments regularly washed if they could. The thing is, just like today, some people just didn't care. They lived in the woods and said "fuck it" and didn't bother. Rdr2 says "yeah ain't nobody is washing their ass ♥️" and let that apply to our protagonists too! No matter how much you bathe Arthur that man wears boots with no socks and it's so bad even Sean comments on the man's feet. I can't even wear Crocs without socks because that shit is a biohazard. Imagine BOOTS.
I don't know where I was going with this, but the overall gist is that we should strive for accuracy and a fair portrayal of human bodies as things that do in fact produce ick. And that's okay! You can be hot and also have lack of access to modern hygiene. Unless you have mutton chops, I guess.
#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#History#Historical rant from an anthropology nerd#arthur morgan#Karen Jones#red dead redemption
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Friends to Lovers Fics Masterlist (7)
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 /
Created: June 6th, 2024
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A Little Misunderstanding Over A Whole Lot of Kissing-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: One night, after a heated conversation between best friends, things get heated in an entirely different way. Abernathy's Cornucopia-Grace_d (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen is a busy woman. Running your own boutique wildflower supply business is no easy task. She doesn't have time for messing around, or men, or messing around with men, especially ones who are messing with her business. When Peeta Mellark takes over Haymitch Abernathy's flower shop, he's a little out of his depth. It turns out there's a lot more to this floristry gig than he first expected. Hopefully a silver eyed supplier can give him some pointers. All For the Cause?-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: Katniss, Peeta, Finnick, and the gang are roped into a charity event by Madge to help homeless and neglected pets. Little do they know the kinds of things they’ll have to do, the confessions that will come out, and how their lives will be changed… Happy Birthday Peeta (Perfect)-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Jrosely requested a surprise party for Peeta. Katniss and Peeta have been best friends since they were little, and on Peeta's birthday things change between the two. Head Over Feet-Falafel_Waffel (ao3) Summary: They had been friends for as long as they could remember. They were inseparable as children and as young adults friends with benefits seemed like the next logical step. Sex with no emotions. Just two friends getting their carnal urges out with someone they trust while not in a relationship. Sounds great, right? You know what they say about fuck buddies. Someone always develops feelings, and nothing is ever the same. Unfortunately for Peeta, he went into this agreement already in love. Imagine It Was Us-flyingthroughflames (ff.net) Summary: Modern AU. Katniss didn't really care to meet new people or make new friends during her internship. She just wanted to learn and make money. The unexpected arrival of Peeta Mellark into her life throws a wrench into her plans. Katniss Lends a Helping Hand-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Peeta is in desperate need of a haircut. With his barbershop closed due to quarantine, he decides to take matters into his own hands- not to mention his roommate Katniss's hands, who happens to have a major crush on him. Hair gets cut. Sexy things happen. Listener Line-GobletGirl (ao3) Summary: Katniss's sudden realization that she's in love with her best friend makes her do something that will force her to tell him. What will happen when she finally tells him? Will he return her feelings or will she lose her best friend? That Time We Took Over the World-Gamemakers (ao3) Summary: Being a session guitarist pays well, but Katniss Everdeen’s always wanted a taste of the spotlight. Enter Peeta Mellark, whose boyband fame faded twenty years ago, and a not-quite-dying wish from an old friend, and she’s in for way more than she bargained for. Why Do I?-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Peeta’s in love with his roommate Katniss. She thinks he has a really good set of buns. All puns intended.
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