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[gradient-rei]

i drew him sad and sopping wet from the rain and forgot his birthday 😭

speedpaint

[sumn-somethin]

Ok so this is probably really out of the blue but Leena posted a pic of the brainstorm board (I don't know what else to call it) for season 2 a couple of weeks ago and apparently Olya just... fuckin explodes at one point? ?????

my confusion transcends dimensions

Im guessing it's a flashback scene.

Olya experiments with fashion or is engaging with something outside of the conservative norms (politics maybe?? 👀) and is frustrated with the state of the world.

her parents' divorce?

Olya tries all sorts of ways to contact Olezha but she just couldn't.

Olya at a Diplomat rally?

or maybeeeee this is where she and Dima break up?

I'm just as confused as you are, anon. I have no idea what season 2 is gonna be like.

[withbeasts]

" that's -- wild. "

[amitsm356]

How Equipower Saved the Day: A Real-Life Testimonial from Ooty

Introduction In the serene town of Ooty, where the monsoon brings both beauty and challenges, the importance of reliable electrical fire protection cannot be overstated. Recently, we received a heartwarming testimonial from Mr. Neerav Mehta of Me Udyojak Yash, who recommended our product, Equipower, to his friend in Ooty. Mr. Mehta’s friend was keen to ensure the safety of his bungalow and…

[themorningsunshine]

Pie-eyed over you Series Masterlist

Pairing - Mafia!Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Summary - When a new baker in town refuses to abide by his rules, Bucky has no option but to go and take care of it himself. But nothing could prepare him for what stood on the other side. Nothing could prepare him for you.

Warnings - Each chapter has its own warnings but in general, this story will contain weapons, murder and a hell lot of sweets.

You can also read it on AO3.

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Chapter 1 : Cupcakes

Chapter 2 : Brownies

Chapter 3 : Muffins

Chapter 4: Pancakes

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[novashelby]

"Yes, Miss. Carleton?"-Tommy Shelby x Reader One-Shot

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader Warning: mention of sex, age gap, language Word Count: 944 Summary: Tommy Shelby never knew his old fling, May Carleton, had a daughter until she came with a package and a naughty attitude.

So much for a hiatus. I got this idea and I really wanted to write it. Please enjoy!

“So,” the young lady sitting across from him on the leather pleated couch said. Tommy looked up from the sealed envelope, his glasses resting on the arch of his nose. He studied her for a moment. Her eyes resembled her mother, but other than that, she must have taken her father’s looks. May had intense eyes, he thought, just that like that. “You’re the man that she was shacking up with? Tommy Shelby.” 

Tommy pursed his lips, taking off his specks and wiping across his forehead. “May never told me she had a daughter. Where were you when I was,” his words trailed off, his hand waving. “When I was, y’know, how did you put it?” 

She grinned. “Hitting the sack? Getting lucky? Or,” she paused, leaning forward. She folded her hands and offered a teasing grin. “For you horse loving people…rolling in the hay?” Tommy grabbed a smoke and lit it without breaking eye contact. His tongue swiped over the filter. “Tell me, Mr. Shelby, was there hay rolling?”

His brows arched. He responded to her obvious tone with something more dry-blunt and unamused. “No, I don’t like hay poking at me balls.” She laughed lightly and stood, walking towards the liquor cabinet. 

She paused mid way, turning back on her heels and thumbing behind her. “Do you mind? You see, I traveled quite a bit to come and deliver that envelope specially for you. And here you are, not even offering me a drink.” He motioned for her to help herself.

“Now, Miss. Carleton-”

“Oh, God!” she said, amusement laced within her words. She grabbed the whiskey bottle and looked at him. “Miss. Carleton. Give me a fuckin’ break,” she sighed, opening the bottle with her teeth and pouring a heavy hand. “Say,  Mr. Shelby, is that what you called my uppity posh mother when your cock was shoved to the ball up her cunt?”

Tommy wasn’t often shocked by things, but how did May raise a girl that talked like that? Even he, himself, was tempted to clean that mouth of her. But as he looked over her, he thought a bit more creatively about how he could. He blinked away the thoughts of shoving his fingers in that mouth of hers before his trousers exposed him. “I apologize, Mss. Carleton,” he said, not calling her anything, but. She snorted, putting down the whiskey with a clink. 

“Tommy, Tommy…Shelby.” She started to make her way to him, her finger playing along the rim of the glass. “Tommy Shelby…Tommy, Tommy Shelby. Hmmm.” Tommy felt his back hit his desk as she pressed her body against his chest, her red manicured fingers caressing his cheek until he caught it. “You’re a mysterious man, Mr. Shelby-”

“Am I, yeah?” he said, squeezing her hand, but not pushing her away. Instead, he breathed in her scent; a flowery perfume that hardly matched her personality. The whiskey on her breath, however, was well suited. “And what do you know about that?”

“That despite being a man of many secrets,” she said, putting her whiskey down and placing her free hand on his chest. She dragged her fingers down until they could loop on his leathered belt. “There is a single woman that has fucked Tommy Shelby and not spilled all those dirty secrets. They talk. They say these things and I knew, I just knew, that when my mother had a special delivery for the Tommy Shelby, I just had to investigate all these awful, crude allegations.”

He grinned slightly, giving into the little games. His hand dropped hers as it made its way to rub her tender, soft cheek. “And what do they say, darling? Perhaps I can deny or confirm these allegations.” His voice was low and husky, and it sent a shiver down her back. 

She swirled out her tongue to meet his fingers, licking at them. She caught his thumb, sucking it in her mouth before pushing it back out with a pop. As she spoke, his thumb played with her bottom lip, smearing her lip rouge. “That you are also a man of many talents and God gifted you with something quite impressive.”

“And what do they say about this thing that is quite impressive-”

“That it’s rather large,” she said, closing her eyes for a second, rubbing her face into his hand. 

In return, he grinned. “Should you not be heading home?”

“Are you above fucking me because of our conflict of interest?” she teased, finger flicking at the metal clasp on his belt. “A man of many trades. Far more disgusting, vile, nasty, and grotesque than fucking me, don’t you say?” She loosened the belt and dragged down her hand, massaging him through his trousers. “Mmm, yes, I can feel exactly what they say-”

“Fuck,” he breathed, his other hand moving to her hip, pulling her closer. Shaking his head, he said, “no, No I don’t-I don’t think I’m above that.” 

“Good.” She gripped his chin and pulled him down. Their lips just hovered, just about touching. So close, they could taste the whiskey on each other’s breaths. “Now, I’m sick of this Tommy Shelby, the gentleman. I want to meet Tommy Shelby, the gangster. The one that is going to bend me over this nicely polished wooden desk and fuck me. Disgusting, vile, and-”

“Nasty?” His hand dropped from her cheek and wrapped around her neck, fingers squeezing. She let out a little whimper of a moan, nodding. “You want it nasty, huh?” She nodded again, feeling his fingers choking her. “Good. Because after hearing this nasty mouth talk, there is only one way to fuckin’ fix it.”

[neil-gaiman]

So I know you're good at writing stories about kids (I recently read Ocean At The End Of The Lane and I'm still recovering) and from what I understood about Good Omens, the original story you sent to Terry Pratchet was about the child antichrist. You also said that Terry based a lot of Crowley's characteristics about you, and I think Aziraphale have much in common with him. My guess is that the story developed in a different direction, around the characters you and Terry enjoyed writing to most - Aziraphale and Crowley - because you were writing each other in a way. So my question is, with the new season that includes (obviously) Aziraphale and Crowley, but doesn't include Adam, what's left from your original idea?

I'm not sure I understand the question.

What I sent Terry was the first draft of the opening of Good Omens. Starting with the bit that is, in the finished mss "It wasn't a dark and stormy night." and ends about ten thousand words later with "I think he actually looks like an Adam." It had a demon called Crawley who was a lot less cool than Crowley, and in fact was a lot more like Aziraphale. Terry's idea was to split the rather sweet demon into a cool Demon and a gloriously uncool Angel.

From that point on we were co-plotting each day and co-writing -- I did more of the Four Horsemen, and of Crowley, Terry wrote more of Adam and the Them and Agnes Nutter, and mostly we were just trying to get to the next good bit before the other one could. By the end of the book both of us had written all the characters, and if we hadn't on the first draft we made sure that we had on the second draft.

Terry enjoyed making fun of some of the bits of me with Crowley. I'm not sure that there was much Aziraphale in him, although both Terry and Aziraphale (and I) all loved sushi.

So, I don't know how to answer your question. The original idea ("What if the Omen happened but a demon got the baby swap confused and the kid grew up in a lovely village?") is the plot of the book and the first TV series.

[idkhowtobenormal]

As promised first small look at MSS!

This is a flashback in chap 6 of jazzprowl first meeting

“Jazz, this is Prowl, my second in command and head of tactical operations.”

Oh, Jazz didn’t like him at all. Right off the bat, prowl was clearly a praxtain, with his nice paint and snooty personality. A higher up, probably never even seen poverty unless it was to harass someone with his proud enforcer badge. Wings up, cold stare judging Jazz just as much.

Prowl did not like him at all. Immediately, he recognized Jazz’s file, something about organized crime and multiple accounts of petty theft, something, something. Way too early in the cycle to deal with someone like him. The poly flashed him a grin, but not something friendly, more condescending. His paint was shiny, the cocky prick standing like he owned the place. Probably had an easy life, going into crime for the fun of it. 

They leveled each other and the air was thick; Prime seemed concerned. 

High command was having a meeting on area control, and due to Jazz’s promotion, he was now numbered among them. To which everyone but Prowl and Red Alert seemed open too. 

Despite the tension, the conference was productive, even between the passive aggression between Jazz and Prowl’s suggests.

By the end, the poly just wanted to fragging bite the other after a jorn of listening to his high-class superiority complex and drone-like voice.

By the time he walked out, the praxtain was fuming after a whole meeting of listening to that jabbering prick fight him just to fight him, all while smiling like he was proud of himself. 

Both knew one thing.

They will never get along.

[uwmarchives]

New Exhibit: The Art of Organizing in Latinx Milwaukee

UWM Archives is celebrating Latine Heritage Month with a new pop-up exhibit: “The Art of Organizing in Latinx Milwaukee.”

Featuring posters, photos, illustrations, and more, the exhibit highlights the range and dynamism of Latinx organizing in Milwaukee since the 1960s. Drawing especially on posters from the important local immigrant and workers’ rights organization Voces de la Frontera, the exhibit explores how Latinx organizers have developed a distinctive visual culture of protest as a key mode of expression for the movement’s politics and vision. A selection of historic film footage drawn from the WTMJ News Archive also dramatizes how the contemporary work of Voces organizers sits within a longer tradition of Latinx organizing.

Pictured here are three selections from the Voces de la Frontera Records (UWM Mss 356) featured in the exhibit, including poster prints by Favianna Rodriguez and John Fleissner, and a photograph captioned “Mother, Child, Labor Law.” We’ll continue to feature highlights from the exhibit as we move through the month.

Stop by the UWM Archives exhibit space to learn more, and be sure to check out related exhibits in @uwmspeccoll and AGSL, too! All three divisions of UWM Distinctive Collections will be participating in Doors Open tomorrow, Saturday, September 28, from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m.

Voces de la Frontera records, UWM Mss 356, oversize folder 1; Accession 2023-043, oversize folder 1; UWM Mss 356, Box 1, Folder 48.

- Eli

[lady-iskra]

How I entered the ship, and what I see in Zutara

I want to focus more on the positive things regarding A:TLA and Zutara, so I thought, why not writing down, how I entered the MSS Zutara? Well, here it goes:

I already felt a chemistry in The Crossroads of Destiny, but my ship started during The Southern Raiders. Zuko realized that he wronged Katara the most, and I totally understand why she still couldn’t forgive him while the others already did (tbh, I think they forgave him too early. While the field trip-episodes were excellent, the pacing in between those was still too fast, IMO, along with the comet countdown).

Anyway, Zuko asks how he can make it up to Katara and helps her find closure by accompanying her, only getting involved when necessary—like when he made the wrong guy tell them about Yon Rha, just as Katara was about to give up.

Other than that, he stood aside, asked if she is ready, told her to find some rest—for me, it seemed as if he wasn’t only concerned to receive her forgiveness, but also caring about her as a person.

Plus, his line towards Sokka got me thinking: "Your sister. She hates me! And I don't know why, but I do care what she thinks of me." I mean... you could interpret it as him being at least a little interested in her, even if he doesn’t realize it...

Katara opened up to Zuko during their journey by telling him the whole story of her biggest trauma. Something she hasn’t done with anyone on screen, and showed that she already felt completely understood by him. For me, it felt like a much deeper bond she already shared with Zuko in a short time as the ones she shared with the others from the Gaang. And, finally: she received her closure in her own way with his help; and forgave him. And, I mean, that deep look after the tight embrace... hello???

On top came that this is literally the only episode when it is about Katara alone: Not Katara helping anyone or fighting for women’s rights—after she gave so much, it was the one episode only about her and her trauma alone. And who gave her the chance to do all this, bc he understood what she truly needs: Zuko.

Funny, this coincidence... This is such a typical element of Enemies-to-Lover’s. Is anyone familiar with the "A court of thorns and roses"-series by Sarah J. Maas? This happens there as well ACOTAR spoilers following, I haven’t figured out how to hide spoilers; if there is a way, pls let me know, thanks: Turns out the former enemy-guy understood the protagonist deeply, more as her soon-ex-fiancé ever could; and with his help, she got healed from her trauma. The former enemy is the one who really listens to her, who sees her as an equal, and she starts to trust him deeply, more than anyone else. End of ACOTAR spoilers 

So, yeah, that is how my ship started, and the following episodes tightened it. It was also the other way around, Katara who comforted Zuko in the most understanding way, given him strength to face his uncle and ask him for forgiveness, agreeing without hesitation of supporting him in a fight against Azula. And last but not least: Their last interaction together is saving each other's lives in the most epic way.

Long story short: They showed me a deep understanding of each other, they shared their deepest trauma or worries with the other one, and their friendship grew with every episode. And especially bc of this deep understanding, I truly believe that their relationship would be a healthy one. Would they fight now and then, like every couple? Of course, and it would get heated and passionate, for sure. But since most fights in relationships stem from a lack of understanding, I think it would happen rarely. Because they know, they can tell each other everything.

My intuition when it comes to a growing romance is mostly correct, and the Zutara-situation is so Enemies-to-lovers coded that nobody would’ve been surprised if they ended up together. I realize that not many episodes were left to build up a romance, but most Zutara shippers, like me, would’ve been pleased with a slight hint, and maybe a kiss out of adrenaline and relief after the last Agni Kai on top.

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Surprise :)

speedpaint

[q-quadrum]

I have to type this out before I'll forget about it soon.

Today I dreamed of a Mononoke episode with Detective Conan crossover. One of the Detective allies doing investigation at his hometown, Idk what's the landmark but it's like at a popular shrine spot that secluded from cities. It's regarding a strange-looking sword that he found on the murder scene.

Conan is interested and they went to the detective's hometown, which the case still under investigation. The blood were visible and there's signs of struggle while body had been picked up and sent to morgue, there's no indication of any visible scene it was put in ambulance(I guess, the floor was outlined with white chalk) Detective showed Conan the only object they found. It was a strange-looking sword, in a muted blue color with a strange pommel that resembles Kon's with a slight tweak and two strand cat-fish like thing under its chin.

As Conan and the Detective investigate it with small banters and inner thoughts playing around, they were interrupted by Two MS coming from the same direction, which is off limits towards a nearby forest.

Conan tries to ask the two if they were the owner of the sword, Kon denies and corrects Conan that it belongs to one of their peers. Can't remember what the name said but I don't think it's the main 8 Trigrams....

Kon lifts out his own Taima sword, raises it to the two which made them surprised, the detective with Conan seems like knowing their profession of medicine selling and asks the legitimacy of it or there's something hidden underneath.

Ri slight chuckles look to the other way while Kon outright smirk delightfully.

He responds, "See for yourself,.." Before out of the bush came out many weird variations of the Taima swords, like they were waiting for the word on cue, scurry out and went pass the two vertically, like a flying fish.

The Detective and Conan outright jumped from the scene. After the swords nowhere to be seen (except the ones Detective still holds), Conan smiles and asks of the two about the info of the said wielder and the last time they seen him (remembering back, it seemed the wielder is dead and they're investigating the body)

MS(i think Ri) ask Conan if he's quite used to the gruesome murder, and Conan said yes. My vision hovers to the dirt road and avoids from looking up at something as my mind internally rewinding the sounds of that one episode of Detective Conan, the murder by the mask case (which kind of traumatised me back when I was a child) before looking back up to Conan and MSs.

They continue talking about something, but it becomes more muffled, and the vision fades. I opened my eyes and woke up from the dream.

[ladytauria]

ghaiughairg sending you another one: falling in love with your best friend's partner and stephjaytim (in any order)?

this took me ages to write for like… no reason xD

that said, i’m really proud of it; i loved writing steph’s POV!!

>> AO3 <<

Steph’s phone chimes, and she gladly slumps in her chair, rubbing her temples. She doesn’t regret her decision to go to college, but ooh boy does she come close sometimes—especially this close to exams.

Winter break cannot come soon enough.

She spins her chair until her desk is behind her and balances her elbow on the arm of it, cradling her chin in her hand. She thumbs her phone open. There are several unread messages, but only one catches her eye.

It’s from Tim, in the group chat she shares with him and Jason.

Her traitorous heart flutters, a smile curling on her mouth despite herself.

TIM: gna mss mv nte. sry steph 😔 m SO bhnd on bdgt rvw; tam’s gna kill me. u 2 shld stl hve fn tho

Ah, yes. Timothy “vowels are optional” Drake. He’s the most atrocious texter Steph has ever met, and she hates that that makes her feel fond.

STEPH: i thought you loved paperwork?

JAY: No, he’s a stalker who loves digging through other people’s stuff. Actual paperwork he couldn’t care less about

TIM: 🛑

JAY: No <3 I told you to do it last night, babe.

STEPH: lmao busted

TIM: ws bsy

JAY: He was gaming with Kon and Bart.

TIM: & cassie & cissie

JAY: And Cassie and Cissie.

Steph snorts.

STEPH: oh, well, that was more important, obvs

TIM: c, steph gts it

JAY: Please don’t encourage him.

Steph grins.

STEPH: oh btw i picked up brownies from the bakery this morning. needed a pick me up. i was thinking i could bring them tonight

JAY: Finals are rough, huh?

JAY: If you need any help studying, you can bring your stuff. I’d be happy to help.

Steph’s heart gives another little flutter.

STEPH: u’re sweet. think i wanna just turn my brain off for the night, though.

JAY: Fair enough. I’ve got ice cream. We could warm the brownies up, maybe. And do homemade pizza.

STEPH: that sounds perfect. u’re the best jay 💜

TIM: 😭

STEPH: do your paperwork, tim 💅🏼

TIM: prsctn

JAY: …wtf tim

TIM:

STEPH: damn, babe. u made jay drop capitals

STEPH: but also. what the fuck tim

TIM: persecution

JAY: Would it really kill you to type out full words?

TIM: y 🙂

STEPH: losing battle, hon. we’re lucky he still uses letters.

He doesn’t bother with Cass. Their conversations happen in full emoji, like modern hieroglyphics. Steph gives herself an 80% chance of correctly deciphering them.

With the rest of them, Tim uses words. Or, well. Something approximate to words, chopping them down to their basest parts and supplementing with emojis wherever possible. It’s kind of entertaining, especially when it makes Bruce and Jason furrow their brows in exactly the same way.

Not that Steph would ever point that out. She has some sense of self-preservation.

JAY: Point. Okay. Pizza, brownies and ice cream, and popcorn. Dinner of champions. I’ve got some fancy popcorn, but I’ll save that for next time.

TIM: 🥰

STEPH: suppose we can put some brownies aside for him too, yeah?

JAY: I suppose. He’ll have to live without pizza, though. I doubt there’ll be leftovers.

TIM: 🥰🥰🥰

JAY: 6 still work for you, Steph?

STEPH: Yeah, 6 is still good. Good luck on your paperwork, Tim. See you tonight, Jay 💜

As soon as she sends the text she groans, collapsing back in her chair and throwing her arm over her face. The heart was too much. Hell, the pet names were too much. Why were they still hanging out with her? She was so obvious.

Her phone buzzes twice. It takes her a moment to look at them, peering through her fingers.

TIM: thx. hv fn 2nite! ❤️

JAY: See you tonight, Steph. <3

The returned hearts do nothing to calm her pulse or lower her blush. But they do make her feel a little better, at least. She checks her alarms, double checking she still has one set for movie night. Then she gets up to stretch.

She’s got two more hours of studying left. Better make the most of them.

>> AO3 <<

[amitsm356]

CNC machine PCB damaged inspite of having a stabilizer

We had a case where a VMC machine already having a stabilizer installed for it. However one of PCB was damaged in spite of having stabilizer. This is situation that happened after 4 years of installations. The stabilizer was from reputed make and was in good working condition. The CNC machine is from reputed international make. Why did the CNC machine get damaged inspite of having stabilizer…