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i've been enjoying this season.

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Valentine’s Day With Donnie

(rise Donnie x gn reader)

Saint Valentine’s Day: a fickle holiday that celebrates even more fickle emotions, a day that forces the formation of many a precarious bond that statistically would not last

At least, that’s how Donnie saw it for the entirety of his life

Until you came along

Now, don’t get him wrong, he still thinks it’s stupid, but maybe something could be stupid and enjoyable

He means, he enjoys his brothers’ company, right? (/j… maybe /hj)

Either way, for you, he doesn’t mind giving Valentine’s Day a genuine go

So, when you come over on the holiday, Donnie’s ready

“As you know, I think Valentine’s Day is an example of rampant consumerism devouring the meaning behind holidays and people’s wallets, but there is something special about a day in which one can express their admiration for each other.”

“Wait… you got me something?”

“Correction: I made you something.”

The man proceeds to hand you a new phone, the insignia on it implying it was made, or at least modified, by his hand

You’d been complaining mentioning that you needed one that actually works

You smile and thank him eagerly

“It’s fine if you don’t have anything, I wasn’t really expecting-”

“Au contraire, Don, I made you something too!”

He looks baffled for about 20 seconds as you hand him a small gift bag containing red velvet macarons, lavender tea bags, a small, smooth rose quartz, a miniature turtle plushie

“Well, me and Mikey made the macarons together. Gotta give credit where credit is due.”

He barely registers your comment, too absolutely enamored by your consideration of him

Donnie doesn’t know where his mind is at, but it definitely isn’t in this solar system, perhaps not even the surrounding stellar systems

Bottom line, bro’s ecstatic

The huge grin on his face and brightness in his eyes effectively gets his point across

Not only did he give a heartfelt gift, he received one?

Okay, maybe this Valentine’s Day had something to it

Watching rom-coms solely to trash on them is a mandatory tradition

Every other Valentine’s Day he’s spent by his lonesome has mostly consisted of hours of mercilessly ragging on romantic comedies

Yep, definitely just to criticize them

No sadness and/or yearning involved

But now, with your company?

He’s still criticizing the ever-loving heck out of those movies

If you genuinely enjoy rom-coms, be prepared for this little pessimist to rain on your parade, grumbling questions of the logic and flow of the film

However, if you, too, find them stupid, you’ve found yourself the perfect, cynical viewing buddy

“You can tell just from the cinematography of that one guy catching her that he’s the secondary love interest.”

“I swear on Galileo’s heliocentric model itself- how many love interests can one main character have?”

“I think that’s the challenge that was going on in the writer’s room - to see how many variations of a love triangle they could make.”

“The challenge in the writer’s room was that they had too many people slamming on keyboards, yet none of them wrote Shakespeare.”

“Was that an infinite monkey theorem allusion?”

“And a simultaneous dig on the foul writing - zing!”

Following the festivities of movie-binging and gift-giving, he turns to you with a rather uncharacteristic diffidence in his demeanor

Glance askance, slight perspiration on his forehead, fidgeting hands, stammering words

As you start to ask what’s wrong, Donnie quickly, almost unintelligibly so, asks if you want to dance

If you feel so inclined, you nod, take his hand, and offer a dance

If Sinatra is playing (Nancy or Frank or both), you know some slow dancing is going down

Bill Withers or Kitty Kallen, maybe even Dean Martin, something classic, whispering in the background, a hand or two on your hips, yours on his shoulders, chins tucked cozily on the crook of each other’s neck or crown of the head, just the two of you gently swaying together to the rhythm sounds perfect

Normally when he dances, it’s fast-paced boogie or groove (he didn’t get the name Bootyshaker9000 for nothing), but for today, for you, he’ll keep the dancing slow, smooth, sweet

Keeping you close and spending time with you has certainly made this his favorite Valentine’s Day thus far

The macarons you gave him also significantly improved his verdict

(Happy Valentine’s Day gang ‼️ HERE are some accompanying sketches with this!)

[ever-go-on]

thoughts on false-positive alter recording and alter fixation (or: i used to think a lot of symptoms were alters when they were not)

or: how the online DID community can exacerbate identity issues and further fragment a person's sense of self

warning: very long post. personal and subjective experiences ahead.

i'm going to start this by saying i have DID. i've been in treatment for three years and my trauma recovery journey is intrinsically linked to me acknowledging and integrating my other selves. part of this journey has been recording and identifying my selves when they emerge. this is easier said than done.

even earlier than professional treatment, i've been in online system spaces for five years. i discovered my parts about a year after a stress and trauma based breakdown in 2018. i didn't have access to therapy at the time, so i went online to get answers and for models of how i 'should' be approaching my revelation.

the first advice any questioning system gets is 'try to communicate with your alters'. i was advised to journal and talk to myself. i went and did that on my own, and made decent small progress seeing my different mes express their opposing views. alongside some unfortunate triggers that brought parts to the surface, i began to identify an angry part, a child part, a calm and reasonable part, amongst others. i became aware of how my identity was fragmented between my different self-states, which i could seem to switch between at the drop of a hat. my partner at the time helped me, by telling me about switches they witnessed, and noticing and talking to my child part when they emerged during a flashback.

after a while i really wanted to start understanding what was going on, so i started joining discords and communities. it was here i got a faceful of what alters 'should' look like. every alter had a name and age. every alter had a sexual orientation and internal appearance. every alter was distinct.

the way alters were identified was also different. it wasn't "someone shouted at me and i acted like a completely different person", or "i was told i had a flashback, but i don't feel connected to the memory". it was mostly about identity.

the signs you were (or had) a new alter included:

identifying as a fictional character

suddenly rejecting your 'real'/host life and identity

suddenly deciding on / showing signs of a wildly new identity

in my experience, this altered identity-first approach to identifying alters is misleading. it's led me to some embarrassing inflated alter counts. i want to talk about it in this post.

a core of DID and a large part of its sister disorders is dissociation, and dissociation is confusing, unclear, and sudden spikes are often temporary and brought on by stress.

unfortunately, in the very alter-centric DID communities online, it is easy to develop a bias towards (new) alters being the only explanation for dissociative experiences. this way one-off moments of identity confusion and choosing a new appearance for the evening can become written into your alter lists for a very long time. you might assume the experience was an alter fronting, and because they were an alter, they will come back some day, prolonging the impact of the episode on your sense of self.

when this bias (towards thinking every confusing dissociative experience is an alter) is paired with the rhetoric that alters are whole, defined "different people", with no room for overlap, inconsistency, or blurred lines, it can lead to very messy issues in self-perception.

over the past five years, i have:

clung to a fictional character i admired or saw my experiences in and announced them as my whole self. dozens of times. these periods can last hours to days.

spoken to loved ones without feeling much connection at all, bordering on feeling like i was talking to a total stranger.

hated myself so much i rejected every identity i had, and decided the only way i could go on is if i lived as a totally different person.

these experiences aren't exclusive to DID. they're the experiences of someone with a poor sense of self and a tendency to dissociate. i've met many people with personality disorders and/or long term trauma that i've connected with over sharing these symptoms.

however, it is easy to see how any of my experiences could be construed as a sign of an alter. doing so, though, leaves you with:

a further fragmented sense of identity by assuming you had 'split' a new alter state that you didn't.

normalising not connecting to your loved ones, because they are 'not your' loved ones, just the host's.

seeing parts that hate your life and identity as abusive or aggressive intruders, rather than understanding the root cause within you (internalised self hatred).

i've fallen into all of these traps before, and i don't think there's any shame in misunderstanding your experiences. i've recently done a sweep of every alter i've ever logged over the past five years, trying to honestly evaluate whether or not each one was a real alter, or just a one-off name and identity confusion i assumed was a part, but was not.

identity issues and fragmentation are very distressing symptoms. some of the worst times of my life were when i had no cohesion between my selves: i didn't 'know' myself, and it felt like my head was full of strangers. it was hard to love myself when i didn't know who 'i' was, in multiple or singular state.

i have been much happier in recent years, having gone into therapy, a vast amount of integration happening, and getting a generalised better self-awareness, making it easier to identify my different selves, and feeling more confident telling when i am only experiencing identity confusion, knowing that it will pass.

nowadays, my alters don't look like they did when i was trying to fit into the DID community template. my alters don't have unique sexual orientations, and not all of them have internal appearances when i visualise them. at their core, they are parts of me who hold conflicting reactions to trauma, and all want different things to get their peace.

i am confident that every alter i engage with nowadays is 'real', because i have known them all for many years, and i understand how they think and function. there is nobody on my documentation that might just be a one-off moment of identity confusion, because i know how to identify my episodes, and know not to write them down as alters.

but, most importantly, i'm confident the alters i know today are real because i've removed myself from spaces that changed how i saw myself. i am confident in myself now, but i was not so lucky earlier in my recovery, and i find it a bit embarrasing.

i tend to avoid DID communities online nowadays, because of my bad experiences with the common rhetoric and the templates systems are expected to fit into. i don't fit into their boxes, and their approach doesn't speak to me. and that's ok. i'll stick to me, my loved ones, and my therapist.

sorry for the super long blog post, i had thoughts to get out. feel free to strike up a conversation if you connect and want to talk. this was a hard topic to broach for my wounded pride😅. i'd be interested if anyone else shares my experience. thanks for reading.

[valentine-cafe]

Thinking abt Rishen 1311 with a crossdressing partner (afab on the soft pretty aesthetic side of things) spending an entire day dressing each other up and bonding over lingerie that would look sososo good on him then decided to give the little cutie a fashion show when they got to the reader’s studio and the next thing rishen knows he’s being pinned against the wall and and and — 😋😋😋

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Rishen had just stepped into one of the pink lingerie gowns that you had given him as a gift the other day. Admiring the way he looked in the mirror, with a clear smile on his lips.

With the smallest quirk of a brow, he looks back at you and bites away at her bottom lip to hold away a grin, before looking back.

“It looks amazing. . . You have such amazing taste in the fabric and overall material of these lingerie sets.” Compliments are left out in the room to pierce your heart with that lovesick feel. A small kick lands against the ground as you look down and chuckle.

“I could only say the same for you my dear. You have excellent taste.” The response is almost breathless, you aren’t done either.

“You’ve always had quite the eye for the colors in particular. You know how to pick colours that complement.” Your fingers pinch at the fabric of the lingerie bra that covers your chest. It is thin, showing just about everything of your breasts. From the curves that fill out the bra to the mesh fabric to the way your nipples poke through.

All the while the admiral looks at you with adoration at how the gift he got you hugs at your curves nicely. It takes a bit for him to not stare too long at the wet patch of arousal in the panties that you wear.

Fortunately for him, you notice nothing. Rambling on like the two of you have for the past one or two hours, “It certainly helps me find the more tasteful lingerie.”

Shuffling of fabrics sound once more as the two of you change out, reaching over to try out the last set that you two have in the apartment.

You couldn’t help throwing a small peek over your shoulder as you hear a sigh of slight disappointment.

Turning from side to side in the mirror while wearing a white lingerie set, Rishen knits his eyebrows. It’s a pretty set, however, it’s not really something that catches his eye in particular.

And for a moment, the room goes quiet with contemplating silence from the both of you. Until another thought blossoms within your mind.

“You’d look adorable in my newest design.” You speak softly, breaking the silence of the room.

Gnawing away at your lip, while you rest your chin against your knuckles. You admire your boyfriend as usual.

Oh that striking body, the soft and sharp mix of facial features. Personally, the set looked absolutely beautiful on him to you. But alas, if he was not one for the look of it, he was not one for the look of it.

He is as perfect outside as he is on the inside. Every flaw and perfection. You always told him just how much you value every part of him, even when they get grim.

Despite the turns of his head you have gotten when you have said such, you know better. And you know it reassures him. It is exactly why you continue to say such.

You catch his eyes as he looks over at you. Maroon blending so very well with the fondness lingering in your eyes as irises pour into one another. And with the small flick of stiletto nails against a piece of dust on the gown you were wearing, your stand up. Walking over to him with a big grin.

He only lifts a brow of curiosity, leaning back against the heater with a simple cock of the head.

“Oh?” The soft sound that emits from the back of his throat almost has your knees bending, almost. It doesn’t matter how much of a dom you are in the bedroom or outside of it. His voice makes you bend. Always has.

“Mhm,” Arms wrap around a slim waist, squeezing the warm body before yours close. While you press a kiss to soft, deep red lips. “I have just the thing to help cure your disappointment. If you’ll come with to my studio today?”

Silence takes over the room once more. Rishen leans close. The perfume wafting off of him, and gods, your head loops. It takes every nerve and bone in you to not push him back against the window and feel him up here and now.

Ah, but you wish to save that for later. So you grab him by the hips and pull him in for a long kiss, deepening it every minute that passes until he’s the one left loopy and breathless.

“Hah—” He gasps, knuckles turned white as fingers curl around the soft silky fabric that covers your body they previously glided down against.

“Well with this treatment,” The whisper is so soft against your lips. Mutually sharp nails running down your delicate skin, and squeezing just enough to threat at piercing through.

“I might as well, muñeca. . .”

All it took was that and a single smile, the mischievous glimmer in his eyes and the raise of your own eyebrow.

“Grab a coat and get all dressed up ‘nd pretty, huh?”

Driving to the studio had been a blur for the both of you. Tension arose like the most suffocating heat you have ever experienced in your life, yet you love it all the same.

The admiral had hurried behind the screen to see what was behind. Picking out one of the intricately designed lingerie. So much detail— The deep reds of it woven together with silken strings of a lighter hue in the red. It shone so beautifully in the light of the studio too. . .

A soft scoff escapes his lips.

“You had all of this prepared, no?”

The call to you is a smooth croon. One that has your heart fluttering over and over again, along with the twist of arousal in your stomach from the anticipation for what beautiful sight will meet you in just a few moments.

“Well I was expecting you to say yes,” You answer. The smirk ever clear in your voice as you put on music for your little show.

Plopping down into a chair, crossing your legs and leaning back to enjoy the upcoming show, you hear the familiar shuffling of clothes softly thudding against the ground. While Rishen makes little noise putting on any of the lingerie, only leaving you to chuckle softly at the slight click of a tongue.

It was hard to keep the tease back at your tongue. It rolls off so naturally, what can you say?

“You struggling back there princess?”

“Shut up,” He whispers, clearing his throat. “I just need to. . . tuck,” a small sound leaves him after. But a moment later, he makes his way out onto the small walkway.

Like a model, he takes his walk down to you. Like an angel, he shines in the light of the studio so perfectly. Everything about his shillouette left you in absolute awe.

And truly, breathless, is the only way to describe the way your entire being has been rendered at the sight before you. Eyes darkening as they roam every little curve and corner.

“Look at you. . .” The murmur reached his ears quick, and the brat took the opportunity to smirk at you. While running his hands down his chest and down his thighs, giving you a little pose.

“Uh-huh?” What a cruel thing to do. Croon at you like that while he moves his hand down into the lingerie panties. Of course your eyes would instinctively trail down to the hard, and quite prominent, bulge in them.

Oh it made you tick with the kind of irritation that left you aroused. Wanting to get him down on his knees and beg for your forgiveness while you fuck him into you. Listen to his pretty cries asking for more.

You are brought back to reality when you hear a soft ‘awww’ emit from your boyfriend’s throat.

“Got you all worked up hm?” He chuckles, giving you a lascivious wink.

That was it.

Without any words you rise from your seat and make your way over to him. Hands immediately gripping onto the soft flesh of his waist. Pushing him back against one of many props in the studio. Lips attacking his in a hungry manner.

Pulling away for a moment to catch your breath. What depraved woman you are, to sit and watch your partner doing a little show for you. Only to immediately get up with the intention of fucking him breathless after just one lingerie set.

Perhaps it was also just because he had left you pent up the last few days. Teasing you, leaving early for work after feeling you up. . . It was enough.

“Gods, so fucking need—”

Needy,

Needy, was the word he wanted to finish the sentence off with. However, your hand shoving the panties off of him and cupping at the base of his cock forced a breathless gasp out of him. Hips bucking.

“Shut up.” You grunt, gripping at his hips while you grind your wet cunt down against his erection, the slick spilling through the fabric of the panties as if there wasn’t any.

“Fuckin’ brat. Haven’t you acted a pain in the ass enough this week huh? Think you need to be taught a lesson.” Pressing yourself up against him while stroking away at the shaft. Teasing him by holding back on going up to the tip.

What a pretty whimper that you get too. Your lips taking all of the words away from him you knew awaited to pass through his lips, you don’t wanna hear anything he has to say. It will all be mocking and bratty, you know that much.

“You knew what you were doing when you put this specific lingerie on.” Is all you can pant against his lips. Hoisting him back up to press him against the cold wall to your right. Enjoying the feel of him shivering against you.

“There was a sign that read where you had to begin.”

Slowly, your hand moves up to the tip, squeezing away at it.

Rishen opens his mouth again, about to say something. Try his luck. Tntil a slew of moans come trickling out of his half open mouth at the abrupt pace his poor dick suddenly receives.

Fast and tight, your hand fucking him so well.

“F-Fuck—” He moans out, his head rolling back against the wall, while his hips desperately meet with your hand. Thighs tensing each time you move from the tip and all the way down, while your other hand fondles and carresses his balls.

He can all but swallow heavily at the feel, while his hand moves down to cup at your cunt. Earning a sharp inhale from you as you buck your hips and squeeze around his leaking dick.

SMACK!

The sound of your hand impacting with Rishen’s inner thigh scatters across the room. Follow by a loud whine from him as his hand moves away from you. Despite the fact your pussy continues you throb and flutter the way it does.

You are sure if it could speak it would be screaming at you to let him touch you.

Rishen, on the other hand, tries to grip onto anything— anything, to be able to stand up straight. The pain mixed with the pleasure of your hand vigorously fucking him is dizzying.

“P-por— Por fa-ah— Mngh— D-dios! Lo siento— Lo-L-Losientooo!!!”

“Those pretty moans and whines. That’s it. Just listen to yourself. Gods, You sound like a desperate whore.” You mock, spitting into his mouth while it is open and making him swallow it. His dick squirting with cum at the feel.

“Cumming already huh?”

“S— so mean!” He whines, hips stuttering against your hand while he pants and gasps.

“Yeah? You deserve it.” The comment forces more cum out of him, his sight blurry from the sheer amount of arousal that rushes to his gut.

Your hands were on his dick but his entire body was begging to have you on top of him riding him into oblivion. Or fucking him into the mattress in all sorts of different positions.

But unfortunately, he was not going to get what he wanted for a bit after acting such a brat this week. It was fine, he enjoyed this just as much.

To simply have you fucking him dumb just with your hand? It was addicting.

“Let me help.” He groans into your shoulder while you pin his hips into the wall after pulling your hands away. Bringing your panties to the side so that your can rub your pussy slit against his throbbing dick.

“No.” You whisper, “I want you to stand here, and take it like a good boy huh? Let me do my fuckin’ job.”

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Sunburn (Obey Me!)

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My ~personal~ rankings of most to least likely to get sunburned at the beach!

»Characters: Demon bros + Dateables

»Tags: Rankings, Headcanons, Humor

»Notes: Made this for @solomons-poison summer event! Go check it out! ♡

1. Mammon

No matter how many times you tell him to put some on, he refuses. "It looks funny and I hate the feelin' !" Hours later he regrets it of course and whines about how much it hurts and how it'll affect his modeling gig tomorrow. "I would've helped rub it all over you!"

"W-well why didn't ya say that sooner!"

2. Levi

Actually applies sunscreen but it wasn't enough for the shut-in. He's use to swimming around in his room but he underestimated the wrath of the sun. "Well I'm gonna be in the water most of the time so it's fine!" ...Now he's crying in his room about how normie activities are always a bad idea.

3. Lucifer

This responsible™️ demon put on some sunscreen and laid under an umbrella. He admired the ocean view and shared quite a few drinks, laughing and chatting with Diavolo and the others. He fully relaxed! Once they left to do other activities he grabbed a book and fell asleep...unaware of the Anti-Lucifer Leagues plans. He woke up sunburned with no umbrella in sight. 😔

4. Simeon

Bless this angel, really. All he ever wants to do is help. While helping Luke and some of the others apply some sunscreen, the poor angel forgot about himself and everyone forgot to offer as they one by one went to partake in beach activities! (*shakes fist* a national outrage I say!!)

5. Belphie

Was too lazy to apply any but Beel and Simeon helped. Like Levi, it wasn't enough through out the day though. After a particularly long nap in the sun, he too woke up sunburned. (To Lucifers amusement of course lmao)

6. Beel

Might've sampled the sunscreen because it smelled really good. Small sunburn. Occasionally forgot to reapply and the poor thing should've gotten a stronger spf. He also missed a few spots when he tried to apply it himself when Belphie or Simeon were unavailable. 😔

7. Satan

Gets only a tiny sunburn, nothing too noticeable. He would forget to reapply every so often due to being so absorbed in his book but his sunscreen was a particularly good one, perfect for his skin type.

8. Diavolo (Everyone from here on is tied)

Barbatos would never let Diavolo get sunburned. He had the Little Ds help apply sunscreen to the giant demon before they left for the beach. If it weren't for Barbatos though, the demon would forget to apply some through out the day due to having fun.

9. Barbatos

Failing to apply sunscreen to Diavolo or himself would tarnish his name, it'd be unbefitting for a butler and he would never be able to forgive himself. He is meticulous on how it's applied and when and only uses the absolute best he can get.

10. Luke

There is no way Simeon (or anyone) would let the young angel play around without sunscreen. They make sure to apply every half hour & keep him hydrated. He complains about it of course and just wants to go back to play in the water or make sand sculptures.

11. Solomon

Asmo took his chance and helped the sorcerer apply sunscreen. There was not an inch that was not properly applied and he made sure to re-apply through out the day. 🤭 If it weren't for Asmo though, this man would burn and brush it off.

12. Asmo

You will never see this man sunburned. It does not exist. He brought all different types of sunscreen, re-applies, and still limits his time in the sun. The day he gets sunburned is the day he never gets seen again.

Who would you help apply sunscreen? 👀

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[thedrarrylibrarian]

Hello Hello and the Happiest of Fridays!

I'm thrilled to have @shealwaysreads in the library today! I've followed her for a long time and am always delighted by her posts on my dash. She has excellent taste, and has picked an incredible fic to share with us. Without further ado, I'll let Bella take over!

I did a slightly ridiculous gasp and wiggle when the lovely @thedrarrylibrarian reached out to ask me to share a fic rec for their brilliant Happy Hour, and was beyond delighted to be chosen to open the new year with a story I loved. 

I haven’t actually been able to read much fic over the last year, except for short pieces, which has really crystallised for me how much I really do love short fic. The skill, choices, focus, and subtle characterisation that’s so necessary for a fantastic short read is intense, and I find myself endlessly full of admiration for writers who can take on that challenge and create something beautiful.

Contretemps by @moonflower-rose is one of those brilliant stories—written for @hd-erised it was the last fic I read in 2022 and it was everything I hoped for, so I thought it would be the perfect story to share with everyone to kick off 2023!

Contretemps by @moonflower-rose (8,488 words, rated T)

Draco Malfoy has been living like a model citizen. If only he could convince Potter.

In less than 10k Rosie manages to create such a full feeling world, with brilliant cameos from Ron and Hermione, brief but sharp and defined OCs, and a Pansy I adore beyond measure (a running theme in her work, do check out her back-catalogue and ready yourself for falling in love), along with a delicious Harry—dimpled, earnest, and transparent (or so Draco thinks), and a Draco pov that is positively sparkling (if slightly misguided).

Just the opening two lines shows you so much about Rosie’s deft world building, and fantastic sense of humour. By the third paragraph (full of brilliant characterisation) you are completely in-world, immersed in the tale she’s woven, and ready to be delighted.

I sat and highlighted a ream of quotes from the fic, and then realised I was essentially sharing every single bit of it. So I’ve given myself a stern talking to and settled on just one, which made me laugh out loud and captures perfectly Draco and Harry’s dynamic at the beginning of the fic:

“Draco imagined wrapping his fingers around Potter’s throat. Sometimes he even imagined strangling him. Sometimes.”

Draco’s perspective, and Harry’s characterisation, make the misunderstanding and miscommunication work so perfectly, so believably, that along with the urge to give them both a gentle slap I also found myself grinning away while they fumbled. 

Rosie’s fics always leave me bone-deep satisfied. She has that innate talent and well-honed skill to spin a world full of characters that feel so real you could reach out and hug them, and to guide you gently along emotional journeys to a resolution that leaves your heart warm and light every time. Short, or long, her stories are rich and generous, full of subtly crafted details that build a world (Contretemps is full of these—Hermione’s recent laws, Draco’s pirating choices, the queue outside Harry’s office) and even moments of sadness are leavened and balanced by the absolute gift she has for humour in her writing. 

Every fic of hers has made my day better, has lifted me up and set me on my way with a smile.

A special note: Rosie always undoes me with her food descriptions, and by undo I mean ‘wake up my appetite but ONLY AND SPECIFICALLY for what she has just laid down in words before me. I have once and will likely again actually gone and bought what she’s written about simply to sate my fic-induced hunger. If you’re anything like me you will find yourself reaching for a snack about halfway through this fic, and find yourself desperately wanting meringues and apricots.

I’ll stop myself there, before I spend the next thousand words singing the praises of this fic and @moonflower-rose’s writing, and hope that you all click the link and read Contretemps. I guarantee it will make your day if you do!

Thank you so much to @thedrarrylibrarian for inviting me to be a part of Happy Hour, and for all of your brilliant recs. As a Library Person™ it just brings me so much joy to be part of this project and the gift it is to the Drarry fandom. 

Happy 2023 everyone, I hope it’s a beautiful one, filled with fic and art! ❤️

Thank you once more, to @shealwaysreads for joining us today! Be sure to check out her own writing on her AO3!

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Lots of Love and Happy Reading!

[ilovejoel-andjavi]

hi everyone! this is my first post, and these are some of my fav pedro’s replies on reddit!

Fav fruit: any kinds of berries, quote on quote “I would say that my favorite fruit, I like berries. I like any kind of berry, blueberries or raspberries or blackberries or strawberries.”

fav animal: elephant, quote on quote “Elephant. I'm just completely transfixed when I see one on television or at a zoo. I find them sort of magnificent, and humorous, and intelligent, and gentle, and dangerous, and I just think that they are incredible.”

His Fav Chilean Wine: “Chile has very, very good Merlot. And I would say that, hmm, there's one called the Alma Viva, it's a Cabernet, and that's very good.”

His opinion on microwaved pizza “I have the same problem. I eat out a lot. I unfortunately don't really know how to cook for myself. I try to find good things to eat, but sadly am often on the go, and a microwaveable pizza finds its way into my situation more often than not.”

Fav sock color to wear: “I'd say the easiest socks to wear would be black socks. And the most fun socks would be some sort of, you know, odd pattern of purple, aqua and green.”

His opinion on Dogs or cats: “Well, I LOVE Dogs like there's no tomorrow. And unfortunately I have an allergy to cats, although I find them to be beautiful creatures.”

Role model: “I had a lot of different role models. My dad took me to the movies my whole life, he was a big movie buff, and me and my sister would go with him to the movies a few times a week. So I had so many heroes, like all of the major actors. I would have to say one of my favorite actors is probably Gene Hackman, but that's a really hard question to answer because I've had so many heroes that I've admired, filmmakers that i have loved, I remember seeing Steven Soderbergh's first movie when I was really young and then seeing every movie he did after that. I was a very book reading, television and movie watching geek. So it makes it endless in terms of the amount of people that I have admired.”

Fav superhero: “Sorry for not picking an ACTUAL superhero, but one of my favorite characters that was a superhero to me was Beatrix Kiddo in the Kill Bill movies, played by Uma Thurman in the Kill Bill Movies 1 & 2. For me she is one of the fiercest movie characters of all time.”

Does he like hummus? “I love hummus. I was eating hummus this morning.”

Someone asked “Prince Oberyn, what undergarments are present under your tunic?” his response on reddit was “Um, well, I've got some pants on and under that... skin.”

Someone asked “How long would you last in a zombie apocalypse? Cheers for the AmA, and I hope to see you in more stuff soon <33” He replied, “One of my favorite movies is 28 Days Later, and I used to think about this a lot after I watched that movie because I feel like it's such a terrifyingly realistic possible circumstance, that a virus would turn these people into rabid zombies, so I kind of wondered often how i would survive. I remember that I had a dog at the time, and I knew that i would have to keep her alive at all costs. I don't know exactly how well I would do, but I would probably do everything to keep myself and my friends safe. I might not last that long because I would probably sacrifice myself to save a family member or something like that. I'd like to think so anyway. I would say that so far I've been pretty lucky because my mom has good genes, and that's gotten me by, I am capable of watching more hours of television than I am doing exercise in a week, so it would really depend. I actually get out of breath really easily, so I think in a zombie apocalypse I would have to rely a bit more on my brain rather than my body.”

Fav sci-fi film: “GOOD QUESTION! OOOOH I have so many favorite science fiction films. I would say Alien and Aliens are two of my favorite scifi films. Also Children of Men would be one of my favorite science fiction films. I love the original Solaris and the remake. And even though it wasn't a film, the series Battlestar Galactica was one of my favorite TV shows.”

Fav disney film: “Even though it's associated more with Pixar, I would say Wall-E. And the Incredibles. Those are two of my favorite films of all time. And then as far as Disney, more of the classic animations, I would say my favorite Disney film is Dumbo. I like to cry, what can I say?”

Someone said, “Hi Pedro, thanks for doing this!

Just curious, Oberyn seems like a very calm and relaxed character most of the time in the show. Are you like that most days as well? If so, how do you manage to keep cool and stress free?”

he replied, “I unfortunately am not a stress-free person. I am so happy that Oberyn is coming across that way. I would love to be able to move through life with the ease with which he does. But that is not the case in my reality. I guess I relax with any opportunity to jump in the water, that is a good one, and of course i also watch a lot of TV. But I am not as cool and collected as Oberyn, unfortunately.”

Someone asked, “If you weren't an actor, what profession would you like to pursue? (Assuming skills aren't an issue!) Love your portrayal of Prince Oberyn, and I can't wait until next week's episode! <3”

he replied “If I wasn't an actor, hmm. It would be my fantasy to be a war journalist. Or teaching literature, maybe?”

part 2 soon!!

[taliaxwinters]

Gun Park One-Shot

Hello, hello everyone! Welcome to my first post on Tumblr!

I've been admiring all the lovely fan art/writing for quite some time now, and decided it's time I join. It's been quite a long time since I've written any fanfiction, let alone posted it. Please be kind with your criticism.

My current obsession is Gun Park from Lookism, so please enjoy!

I purposely didn't give the main character a description, so you can just imagine yourself in her place.

Luna has had a long, miserable week. Work has been crazy and home has been lonely without Gun. But he surprises her by returning home early and making up for the nights he’s been away.

18+, NSFW, smut. You have been warned. ;)

Today was not Luna’s day.

Well, to be precise, it hadn’t been her week.

After her boyfriend had left town for business, work had become inexplicably busy with impending deadlines, and late nights and early mornings had become the new norm. 

Luna sighed, leaning back in her office chair, and peeking into the cubicles around her. Only a few of her co-workers remained, the others having finished their work hours ago.

The woman in the cubical to her right closed her laptop and began to stretch. “Thank goodness, that’s all over! I thought we might need to move into the office at this rate.” She let out a laugh. “My husband has been complaining about me not being home to cook his dinner.”

Luna smiled wearily, hitting send to submit her final report. “He’s a grown man, Hana. Tell him to cook his own food.”

“I’ve spoiled him too much.” She muttered. “Besides, he’s useless in the kitchen. The man could burn water if he really tried.” Hana dumped her phone and wallet into the black purse she pulled from under her desk. “Make sure you go home too, dear. Don’t stay any later than you must.”

“I won’t.”

With a wave, Hana walked away, heading for the exit. Luna didn’t blame Hana one bit for making a run for it after completing her work. It had been a terribly long week.

Mirroring her co-worker, Luna closed her laptop and gathered her belongings in the shoulder bag she carried before heading to the lobby. The building was so quiet, devoid of the usual hustle and bustle of a typical workday.

‘Do I go back home now, or should I go to the gym first? Maybe some exercise will take my mind off things.’

It was day five of her boyfriend being gone, and his presence had been sorely missed. Going to bed and waking up alone, coming home and eating dinner in silence…it was beginning to drive Luna mad. Anything would be better than going back to an empty home.

‘The gym it is.’

She stepped through the lobby entrance onto the sidewalk, heels clacking on the pavement. Raising her right hand, she went to flag down a taxi when she noticed a familiar black sedan parked a bit further up the sidewalk. The make and model was the same as one of the cars parked in the garage at home, and the license plate upon further inspection….

‘No way.’

The driver’s side door opened, and the very man she’d been longing to see stepped out. Dressed to impress, he wore a white suit with black dress shoes and a black button-up shirt underneath. His black hair was slicked back in its usual style, and the thick rimmed glasses he wore were perched on the bridge of his nose, hiding a lengthy scar that went across his nose and under his left eye.

Taking one last drag of his cigarette, he flicked it to the ground and walked toward Luna.

“Gun.” She whispered. “I-I thought you wouldn’t be here for a couple more days?”

Gun stopped merely inches from Luna and reached out to caress her cheek. She leaned into his hand, sighing happily at feeling his warmth.

A smirk spread across his lips. “You said you missed me every time I called. How could I not hurry back when my woman wanted me so badly?”

Luna tipped her gaze upwards, cheeks slightly flushed. “I didn’t mean to rush you. I know you do a lot for the Yamazaki family…”

“Business is done.” Gun stated. “There wasn’t any reason for me to stay longer than necessary.” Removing his hand from Luna’s cheek, Gun stepped over to the front passenger door and opened it. “Would you like to go home?”

The look in his eyes was mischievous, but she didn’t care. The word ‘home’ from his lips is all it took. “Yes.”

She hurriedly slid into the car and buckled as Gun came around and did the same. Their home was a good 15 to 20 minute ride from her work, but Luna had the feeling the ride would be over in the blink of an eye. As Gun pulled into traffic, he slid his right hand onto her thigh, fingers trailing down until they found the hem of her dress.

Her breath hitched as she felt his rough hands slowly slide the fabric upwards. Pushing back into the seat to keep composure, Luna glanced to her left. Gun’s smirk was still there as he kept his gaze ahead on the road.

Feeling his fingers massage her flesh, Luna was annoyed that she seemed to be the only one who was feeling flustered. Placing a hand on his, she gently pulled it further up her thigh, guiding it towards a more sensitive area.

That got the reaction she wanted. Gun’s pupils dilated, the mischievous look quickly turning to one of lust. His fingertips brushed against her core and Luna let out a soft moan.

“You’re teasing me.” His voice rumbled.

“You started it.”

Gun grunted. “I’ll finish it too.”

Luna turned to face him directly, copying the smirk that annoyed her so much. “I’m counting on it.”

She felt the car speed up.

In what felt like seconds, they arrived at home. Gun pulled the car back into the garage to park, and Luna quickly grabbed her bag and headed inside before Gun could interfere.

Too bad he was faster.

In the blink of an eye Luna felt herself being lifted as her bag fell to the ground. Gun had picked her up before she even made it into the house. Pushing her up against the side of the car, his lips crashed roughly on to hers. Luna wound her arms around his neck in defeat, knowing now that she’d been caught, there was no way to escape.

“You tried to run away?” He breathed in between heated kisses. “After what you said in the car?”

“Not run,” Luna panted, pushing her hands against his chest to break for air. “I just wanted to make it into the house before you attacked.” Their eyes locked, and as soon as Luna saw the intense desire on his face, she knew it was going to be a long night.

“That didn’t work.” Gun placed her down gently.

Luna scoffed. “No shit.”

Gun brought a hand under her chin and tilted it upwards, leaning in so their noses were touching. “Wait for me in the bedroom. I’ll bring the bags inside.”

Luna nodded, heading for the door once again. The garage entrance opened to a small entryway where she left her shoes before walking through the house. Not bothering to turn on any of the lights, Luna went straight to their bedroom as instructed. Knowing Gun might be a couple of minutes while he got his suitcase and her purse, she decided to freshen up a bit in the attached bathroom.

Luna took out her ponytail and removed the clips holding her hair in place before running her fingers through her hair to make it look decent. After a few minutes of playing with it, she was satisfied with how it looked.

‘Should I strip down to my underwear, or maybe change into some lingerie that Gun bought?’

Deciding on the lingerie, Luna stepped out of the bathroom to search her dresser, only to see Gun leaning in the bedroom doorway, his jacket and shirt missing, and a glass of alcohol in hand. He watched as Luna froze on the spot.

The room was quiet for a moment until he spoke. “Strip.”

“Wha-“ Luna started, confused.

Gun walked over to the bed and sat up against the pillows, making himself comfortable. He took a sip of his drink, eyes never leaving the woman in front of him. “Strip for me.” His voice was demanding and dripping with desire.

All thoughts ceased to function as Luna tried to figure out how to proceed. Normally, they couldn’t take their hands off each other, and things just happened. This time, it seemed like Gun had something specific in mind.

Taking a deep breath, Luna started with the cardigan she was wearing, slowly undoing the buttons before dropping it to the floor beside her. Next, she grasped the bottom edges of her dress and shimmied it up her figure, being sure to take her time revealing each curve of her body. As the dress joined the cardigan on the floor, she looked back to Gun. His gaze hadn’t moved, but she could see the visible effort he was putting into keeping his composure.

Feeling a little more confident, Luna reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, making sure to keep eye contact with Gun as she did. The shoulder straps slid down her arms as the bra came off and fell to the floor. For the grand finale, she placed her hands on her stomach and slowly slid them down her stomach before reaching for her underwear. Hooking a finder under each side, she slid them down until they too joined the clothing pile.

Gun’s composure cracked a little as his grip on the glass tightened. Tossing his head back, he downed the last of his drink and set the cup down on one of the night tables next to the bed before sliding himself to the end of the bed. Feet on the floor and legs spread, he motioned with one finger for Luna. “Come here.”

She obeyed silently, stepping up to Gun. He reached out with both hands and placed them on either side of her face, pulling her in for a deep kiss tasting of bourbon. After a moment, he slid his hands down to her shoulders and began to push her downwards. Their kiss broke as Luna was brought to her knees. He kept his gaze on Luna, not wanting to miss a moment. “Pleasure me.”

Luna looked to the large bulge in his pants and gently touched it, running her fingers upwards to undo the zipper. She heard is breath hold in anticipation, and couldn’t help but draw out the moment. It had been five long days, and Luna knew very well he was in need of a release, just like she was.

After pulling down the zipper, his cock sprang free, having swelled too much for such tight confines. His member was huge, her fingers barely touching as she wrapped them around the base and began moving them up and down. Not satisfied with his unchanging reaction, Luna leaned forward and placed a light kiss on the tip, licking the drop of pre-cum that had beaded on top. That elicited a guttural groan from Gun. He began to run his fingers through her hair and pulled it away from her face. “Stop teasing me, or you’ll regret it.”

A moan escaped his lips as Luna took his throbbing cock into her mouth. Knowing he was way too big to take all of it, she slowly bobbed her head and sucked on the tip while pumping her fingers over the rest. Gun’s composure was slipping as the sound of heavy breathing reached her ears, making Luna hum in victory.

Her movements and teasing were quickly sending Gun over the edge. In an attempt to regain control, he grabbed ahold of Luna’s hair and pulled her back up for a kiss. After a couple minutes of sloppy, lust filled kissing, he grabbed ahold of her ass and picked her up off the floor, only to toss her onto the bed. Gun practically ripped off his remaining clothing before crawling up to the woman sprawled out before him.

Kneeling in between her legs, he spread them wider to get a better view. Gun reached up and grabbed Luna’s wrists, pulling them to hook under her knees. He leaned forward and traced his lips across her collar bone, making his way up to her neck. “Keep your legs spread for me. This is your punishment for teasing.” Leaving a trail of kisses and bite marks, Gun made his way back down before pausing above her wet core. Luna could feel his smirk. “You’re already soaking, and I’ve barely touched you.”

Without pause, Gun ran his tongue up her folds roughly. Luna’s back arched and she moaned loudly at the contact, after days of feeling deprived. This man’s touches were like a drug, and she needed it bad.

Gun continued to tease her clit with his tongue, just enough to feel good, but stopping any time he felt she was too close to an orgasm. Luna began to get desperate, and she let go of her legs to touch Gun’s face. “P-please- ah! Let me c-come!” Her chest was heaving, cheeks red as her body felt on fire.

Gun growled against her core, prying her hands from his face. He shoved them back against her legs and made eye contact. “Only if you do as I asked.”

Luna quickly grabbed ahold of her legs again, pulling them towards her body and spread apart. She could feel Gun’s approval as he went back to teasing her clit. “Good girl.”

Running his hands over the inside of her thighs, Gun brought one down to her core and began rubbing his thumb over her slick entrance. He quickly insert two fingers and thrust them into her heat until her legs began to tremble. He knew he found the sweet spot as soon as Luna let out a cry of pleasure, so Gun focused on hitting that spot while licking her clit until he felt her walls tighten around his fingers.

Luna writhed beneath Gun��s touch, unable to keep quiet as he knew where she was most sensitive. It wasn’t long before she felt that tension build up in her abdomen, begging to be released.

“N-uh, Gun, I c-can’t hold on much longer.” She begged. “Please.” His touches increased in intensity, as he felt Luna reaching her limit.

“Cum for me.”

With a loud cry, the tension in her abdomen let loose, and a tidal wave of pleasure washed over her. Luna let go of her legs and covered her face with her arms, panting for air. She felt Gun remove his fingers from her spasming core, and his lips trailed hot kisses up her body. He stopped to leave a couple of bite marks on her breasts before pulling back to survey his work. Satisfied, Gun moved Luna’s arms so he could get a good look at her.

Tears streaming down her face, Luna pouted. “You’re not fair.” She said in between pants.

Gun leaned in and nibbled on her ear, earning a soft moan. “I warned you I would finish things.”

Without warning, Gun thrust his cock into her, the soft moan turning into a deep cry of pleasure. Luna wrapped her arms around Gun’s neck as he began to trust uncontrollably, not even pausing for her to adjust to his massive size. The pain of the sudden stretch blended with the sweetness of pleasure, and Luna quickly found herself on the brink of another orgasm.

Gun adjusted his position, sliding his arms beneath her legs and tossing them over his shoulders. He leaned forward and latched on to one of her nipples, sucking roughly while he brought a hand up to massage the other breast. He swapped sides, wanting to give each equal attention before moving up to lock lips with Luna. Their kisses were filled with need and desire. Luna bit his lip, before giving in to the throes of pleasure as a second orgasm came crashing. She yelled Gun’s name, raking her fingers down his back and leaving red marks.

“Fill me.” She begged. “Please.”

Those words broke what little sanity Gun had left. He bucked his hips a few more times before grinding against Luna, releasing his load. Gun panted heavily, resting his forehead against her shoulder as he caught his breath.

When they were both trembling less, Luna pushed Gun’s face back up and gently placed kisses all over before coming back to his lips. He reciprocated, softly moving his lips against hers. They stopped to breathe, resting their foreheads against one another.

Luna gave a trembling laugh, still somewhat out of breath. “I love you, Gun.”

“I love you.” Gun smiled, placing another warm kiss on her lips.

“Do I get cuddles now?” She asked innocently.

Gun leaned back, a big smirk back on his face. His cock was back standing at attention, ready for another round.

“Who said I was done with you yet?” He teased. “We’re just getting started. Get on your knees.”

That’s when Luna realized she had maybe teased him a little too much.

Gun planned to finish things all. Night. Long.

[khalixvitae]

making clothes, especially alternative clothes, IS fun. the process of creation is the most gratifying part me thinks! however i refused to get stencils because i was like lmfao im already an artist ill just go big or go home and spent 3 hours handpainting the font designs alone onto it which really effed me in my a. getting into the act of DIY 😰 i inhaled the fabric paint so much i swear i had a communion with god and he was slapping me in the face with a wet halibut. i really do get why brands who handmake their unique items price it so high because it requires so much attention and time and id love to support them but i am like... shit fuck poor.... :-///

and if it's not the price of the item or shipping that's the problem then it's the fact that it's literally discontinued. nada. it's been out of stock for years so i can't buy it from them and anyone who sells their originals price it absurdly high. again i can see why (kinda) but i just can't afford it so i might as well learn a thing or two by making it myself! hopefully, and eventually, i will be able to design my own ambitious articles.

my vision for my too-ambitious ass is those madame chocolat shirts. they are so ostentatious and they'd probably give me hell trying to make them but if i CAN do it my ego will be so big plus ill have a cool shirt!!!!

as for rookvil x yuu poly, i imagine it'd be all the better if yuu, either, did not know who they were and thus did not allow the illusion of their fame place them on a pedestal from the get go, or they do know them, and they don't make a very big deal out of it. how fascinating! these two are models more iconic than shalom harlow, than naomi campbell, than kate moss, cindy crawford, christy turlington, claudia schiffer-- you get the gravity of it! yet their nonchalance serves to be even more invigorating than the bustle of the fashion industry.

and if yuu was ardently passionate about the craft and artistry of fashion! they'd be positively enthused by the admiration for the arts many big brands fail to have kept alive. you don't want your designs to be twisted by the sick hand of fast fashion? don't want large brands to piggie back ride off your geniusry? fine. be their one and only designer. design haute couture pieces vil peacocks out on the runway with cutting confidence and striking charisma like no one else can even muster. design avant garde pieces with creative vision rook's theatrical passion will surely complement and even amplify to stun the audience into a stupor at the ingenuity of. design alternative items that would fit them and only them and they will ensure you will have what you want. the claim to your art, the opportunity for greatness, the means to a comfortable life, endless time in their company. isn't it thrilling? to think these two practically have your name on them pretty much all the time, even if save for the days they model for different brands? the paparazzi goes wild upon seeing the two in your innovation.

and sure, their measurements have been taken countless times for past items, but each and every one has to be to a T! they certainly don't complain about their schedules or any of the sort when being roped into another hour long measurements session. yea, they're used to being measured upon modeling for certain items, but never for the sole intent that they are the only ones privy to such privilege-- never for such earnest determination to fulfill their desires and tastes and give them something to remember whilst also having your own artistic ambitions brought to life by them!

urgk. they make me insane in the membrane. i remember i once didn't sleep or eat for 2 days because my magnetic autistic aura compelled me to watch every gothic haute couture runway ever without any break. when you combine the idea of that and a favorite character i go absolutely livid. they haunt my every waking thought and action PLEASE help

Hello dear anon! I’ve had a negative social battery recently so I’ve been easing back into interacting with the world, but this is quite literally the BEST way to reintroduce myself to society. So many things to unpack here, all of them sublimely inspiring. On the topic of paint fumes and communing with the divine- I have also been there ! I can definitely understand your drive to hand paint rather than stencil though, I’m the same way. And finishing a difficult design is SUCH an ego boost I completely agree.

And as for the RookVil poly, I agree !!! A designer who doesn’t really make a big deal out of their statuses would be fascinating! Like sure Yuu realizes they’ve just found their most glorious muses yet, and are in awe of RookVil for their dedication and commitment to the craft, but they don’t alienate RookVil as if they’re untouchable superstars from another planet yk? There’s a kind of comfort the three would find in working together- no one else seems to understand their intense devotion to their respective arts. Yuu can keep measuring, keep realigning, keep tweaking designs until it’s absolutely perfect, and the two models won’t mind at all. For Rook, he finds a deep joy in watching Yuu work so passionately. There’s so much love for their craft in everything they do, and he feels honored to witness it. For Vil, he admires their work ethic and just how critical they can be. It’s not often that he finds someone as particular as he is about their respective art. He loves knowing that Yuu takes it all seriously, not just in the name of their reputation, but because Yuu knows what kind of quality aloty they’re capable of producing. But that also means that the two will urge Yuu to have breaks, to eat and sleep and be a human outside of their studio (and since the two models also need to fulfill those basic needs, why not as the three of them?). They take care of one another- at a certain point in the relationship, it clearly became more personal than work related. None of them really know when it happened- but once Yuu finds themself in the lavish living room of RookVil’s home, the three watching some movie Rook had insisted on playing but instead talking and laughing about everything except what was on the screen, they realize just how far from the professional path the arrangement has strayed. I am also. Fucking insane about this.

And also! I really really get being immersed in an interest that deeply anon😭😭😭 I will say that keeping snacks in my room helps when I fall down those rabbitholes. Sleeping is something I also have trouble with when I’m being plagued by demons (autism) but snacks in room can help work around the eating portion at least for me ! <3

[paleparearchive]

Character profile - Manet

GENERAL DISCLAIMER: please keep in mind that I got access to these game profiles from gamerch, but unfortunately not all of them have all the information. Wherever you see a "//", it's because that info wasn't on the site and I couldn't find anyone who unlocked it. If you happen to have it, please send it to me! Also, some characters will have more infos than other because they had more cards in the game.

Other note: know that, in this case, "strength" is their painting technique or what they use in paintings.

Name: Manet (Édouard Manet)

CV: Shingaki Tarusuke

Catchphrase: "Natural-born Egocentric Type"

Hobby: Making personal connections, bodybuilding

Likes: Limited edition articles, careful observation of people and nature

Dislikes: Familiarity, things that can be found everywhere, vulgarity

Height: 179 cm

Birthday: January 23rd

Favourite food: Asparagus

Disliked food: Junk food

Strength: Flat coloring, innovative modeling

Special skill: Big appetite, strong alcohol drinker, muscle training and jogging

Relationships with artists: He finds it natural that he's admired by Monet and the others, on the other hand he finds them likeable too. Velazquez, who is frank and outspoken, has a certain amount of trust in him. Courbet and him are like dog and monkey.

How he became an exclusive member: After Manet left a famous museum and went freelance, he received an invitation from Monet to join the Palette Museum. Intrigued by the fact that he had placed second in the art festival, he decided to jump into the selection process.

What he wants to do: //

Sleeping time: "My body is my capital. I try to sleep for eight hours. Of course sleep is more important for the future than deadlines and things like that."

What he wants now: "Nothing. If there was something I wanted, it wouldn't be anything commoners can imagine."

Daily habits: "Ooh… I don't think it's possible for the commoners here to become like me. Well, what I do every day is running."

[charlenasaxen]

The Mechanic - Favorite Quotes

“few sustain in that rare air of competition where the correct answer to any question is ‘Yes I can”

“It was what looked like a very big and very important gold nut.”

“someone suggested I throw it out of the car and over the pit wall next to my grid slot”

“trying to throw what I hoped wasn’t a vital part towards my mechanics”

“the Formula One pitstop. Or as I lovingly called it for the best part of a decade, work.”

“my gun landing on the nut before the car comes to a complete standstill, both a test of trust and nerve”

“If Lewis were to overshoot his pit box, I’d almost certainly get dragged along with him”

“to see his own face projected, in enormous scale, on the side of the building, he couldn’t hold back the tears of disbelief”

“McLaren chartered a helicopter … in a desperate attempt to dry out a wet track”

“Such was the urgency in completing the test session in time, and the bottomless money pit financing our business model during that era, that the call was put in without hesitation”

“shortly afterwards a bemused helicopter pilot was swooping in low”

“to come all the way to my tiny village for these F1 cars.’ To my mind, a glamorous circus had rocked up in town and I loved every second of it.”

“before, in somewhat suicidal fashion, we dashed across the racetrack”

“I had the time of my life, building cars during the week and racing them on the weekends”

“On one occasion I even stood still, admiring my own work, preventing the front jack man from getting close enough”

“His nonchalance was worlds apart from my paranoia, and as he waved me away with a pat on the back, I walked off to do exactly the opposite of his advice. Worry.”

“so we were near to the front of the grid, right behind the two Ferraris.”

“revelled in the addictive atmosphere of the first race of a new F1 season. I was in my element, strutting around David Coulthard’s car with pride”

“He’s coming in for a nose change. Prepare for a nose change …’

My whole world stopped. My heart was pounding so hard I could almost hear it over the screaming noise of the cars”

“My arrival certainly didn’t go unnoticed. I’d made a huge mess”

“More worryingly, I could also see Ron Dennis, the team principal and a notoriously fearsome character, gesturing towards me”

“at around 15 metres from the pit box, a driver can still be doing 70mph! Still to this day it’s the most terrifying thing I’ve ever done.”

“the over-excited, idiotic young rookie leaping around wanting to high-five everyone because his little bit had gone really well.”

“On one occasion an F1 driver was dangled out of the window of a moving car for accidentally knocking over someone else’s line of cocaine”

“I even ended up on the back cover of Michael Schumacher’s biography, buried in amongst the red team shirts”

“I jokingly threw a Bacardi and Coke into the face of a very drunk Schuey at a Mercedes celebration in Germany”

“I partied hard. On more than one occasion I remember my phone’s morning wake-up alarm going off while I was still leaping around a dance floor somewhere.”

“while our elder, more responsible teammates unsuspectingly had breakfast a few metres away”

“it’d guarantee at least seven hours of much-needed sleep and recovery time after the previous few evenings of partying”

“I have to admit it was a bit ridiculous – we could barely see out, let alone anyone else see in. In fact it was so extreme and imposing, it got nicknamed ‘Adrian’s Wall”

“The Italian team once invited us to come and test at their privately owned circuit, Mugello, in the heart of beautiful Tuscany”

“to be involved at the heart of such a high-tech, often clandestine operation was quite a privilege”

“I was very conscious of my appearance back then – some have even rudely gone as far as to suggest I was vain (OK, I was vain)”

“I hadn’t really thought about it at all until everyone else brought it up, but I always imagined that in Ron’s ideal world, everyone at McLaren would have worn the same stock Lego-man hairstyle.”

“head pounding, gathering my belongings together, and decided my best and only hope of making the plane was to somehow blag a helicopter”

“I knew there was a helipad at the end of the hotel’s garden, so I ran for it, dragging my half-open bag behind me”

“before deciding I was fine, suddenly realising it was far more important for me to get back to the hotel.”

“Apparently the guys had got onto the plane, and having heard about my situation, spent a small fortune on the airline’s satellite phone to warn my family”

“often preceded by a warning of his imminent arrival and the already ridiculously tidy facilities would be given a panic-stricken once-over”

“having learnt a little more about him over the years, I now know there’s no way he’d allow a filthy animal to make contact with his pristine dark suit.”

“When it came to wearing the suits at the racetrack, sartorial shame proved to be the least of our worries.”

“right up until the moment somebody pointed out that – bum flap or no bum flap – we still had to strip everything off anyway if we were to pull our underwear down”

“The idea was to undress, leap into the icy black hole before being lifted out. We then had to race over to his hot tub in the garden. It was crazy, but of course, we did it over and over again”

“never saw the actual results, other than my own visual analysis, which was that he looked like he wished he’d never volunteered for the job”

“utter chaos as loops of piping became entangled in chair legs and ankles, with several people tripping up”

“As is often said in this game, ‘If you stand still in F1, you get left behind.”

“The resulting extreme wheelspin might have been hilarious fun, filling the minibus with smoke and laughter, but it was occasionally terminal on the tyres”

“as we did on one occasion, flag a lift to the track from the passing Italian Ferrari team”

“Cirque de Soleil put on shows for McLaren’s staff, and at the height of their fame the Spice Girls had performed an exclusive gig”

“the bloke in the front passenger seat began emptying the glove box contents into the road while everyone else egged him on”

“I remember someone swinging from the wiring looms”

“The trouble with an hour’s sleep is that a person can feel ten times worse than when they fell into bed”

“after much desperate discussion we settled on an absolute last resort: one of us would speak to David Coulthard.”

“I was amazed. DC was an idol to me, he had been for a long time, but I was even more impressed at how easily he took our call for help”

“Our biggest problem now was tempering the excitement with the sober period of introspection that was expected of us after our bollocking”

“I wanted to jump up and hug him, but there were too many protocols involved, and I’m pretty sure a cuddle would have contravened a number of them.”

“the other $99 million’s for you being a c**t.”

“where unannounced, the bill for our entire table has been paid by Ron from across the room as a thank-you gesture.”

“It was always wise to check before removing a pile of coats off the worktop in the spares truck, just in case Kimi was curled up asleep underneath …”

“It broke down regularly and for more reasons than I’d care to remember, and most of the time it never left the garage because something had failed before it even got moving.”

“If ever it did manage to turn a wheel and complete an entire installation lap, the ’18 was guaranteed to be on fire by the time it returned”

“It drove our Chief Engineer, Steve Hallam, mad – a man who was so straight-as-you-like, well spoken and ethereal that the garage had nicknamed him ‘The Reverend’.”

“in the pitlane we had huge respect for one another. Michael set the standard and he was a nice guy too”

“Michael Schumacher’s Ferrari crew, further back on the grid, had been dominant in the sport for so many years”

“and Michael snuck into eighth position, taking his sixth World Title by just two points.”

“and Michael Schumacher, so drunk he could hardly stand, let alone sing, hanging off the other.”

“At one point I remember Schuey falling through a window and onto the grass outside. Fortunately, it was a ground-floor building.”

“He’d been determined to celebrate his championship win in style. Earlier in the evening he’d stolen a forklift”

“and I have an ever-lasting memory of a large table being thrown through the window.”

“that Kimi was fine and training hard, not in fact recovering from some mythical event such as a three-day bender involving public nakedness”

“I was so excited I grabbed the end and screamed a celebratory obscenity straight down the barrel. I don’t think they ever broadcast the footage”

“Michael Schumacher’s second-place finish behind us had sealed a seventh and now record-breaking World Title ”

“good sport Bob McKenzie did indeed run a lap wearing nothing but some McLaren branded body paint and an embarrassed smile on his face.”

“they took pity on us and wrapped up covert ‘Red Cross’ parcels full of Mars Bars, lollipops and fizzy drinks”

“Ron burst into the back of the garage, out of breath and uncharacteristically flustered.

‘Go … Go!’ he shouted, waving his arms frantically”

“Options to restore some integrity to the race were even at that stage still being discussed behind the scenes. ”

“to tiny go-karts, motocross bikes and snowmobiles and all sorts in between. One of our old McLaren Formula One cars was even housed there.”

“until Michael Schumacher noticed what was going on, and, understandably disgusted, went to the circuit offices to complain”

“handing out Absolut Chambulls (Absolut Vodka, champagne and Red Bull), almost forcefully like they were perfume samples”

“All the best people here have had final written warnings. I had one, and I’m pretty sure even Ron had one years ago”

“it was now almost shoulder length again and I quite liked it. So when Kimi leapt on top of me in my bed, holding his electric hair clippers in his hand, I fought like hell. ”

“it was no use; there were three of them, pumped up on the drink, and me, almost naked, half asleep and pinned down”

“wrestle his car past another driver to cross the line in a jaw-dropping second position.

McLaren’s future had arrived.”

“He seemed like he was interested, but too shy to ask anything, so I said hello and broke the ice.”

“his uncontrollable fist pumps if ever he came first in something were early signs of just how much he needed to win”

“Lewis was living out his dreams in public and it was a joy to watch. He appeared so humble and grateful”

“My mate Kimi was on the top step (even if he was wearing the wrong overalls) and McLaren were officially back”

“This was the most explosive start to a career since the emergence of Michael Schumacher”

“involved negotiating sections of the open public roads where the streets of Monte Carlo were awash with hundreds, maybe thousands, of lively, wealthy and drunken race fans.”

“I’d love to see some of the blurred pictures taken over the years of people falling down, being dragged away, all the while desperately trying to look cool.”

“On other occasions we had people fall onto the car and break front wings and bargeboards; cameras have been dropped inside the cockpit”

“once someone even attempted to steal the very expensive bespoke steering wheel.”

Our diamond partner

“Sure, he was faster, but only noticeably so because Fernando was seeing the bigger picture and backing off”

“I’ve heard of drivers presenting watches, even paying off mechanics’ mortgages in the past, but always at the end of a season. It was a way of saying thank you”

“He was very grateful, asking me to pass on his thanks to everyone else, something that was always appreciated”

“moments later, his face told a worrying story on the way back up: something was very wrong”

“I walked round to the rear, asking his trainer to lean into the cockpit and chat to him”

“now clear to Lewis there was something wrong, so I leant into the cockpit and reassured him that everything was all under control (lies).”

“Back at the rear of the car, desperation was setting in. Long makeshift tools were being passed over the pit wall”

“told the gearbox mechanic to smash the starter probe into position so we could get the engine fired up. It was risky”

“I’d been left with limited options and somebody had to make the call …

‘Got it!’

Someone emerged from under the car”

“engine growling. ‘3 … 2 … 1 …’ The Chief Mechanic lifted the lollipop, releasing Fernando’s car for his final run …

… But nothing happened”

“He waited and waited. More seconds ticked away. We could do nothing but wait and frantically wave at him to go.”

“On one level I was seriously impressed that a driver could calculate in his head, with that accuracy, the time needed to hold his teammate up”

“I was furious with both drivers. Lewis had started the childish spat and Fernando had taken the bait”

“All of us had worked so hard to create and develop an amazing car. We trusted them to use it wisely and deliver”

“The owner, by sheer bad luck, was Italian and naturally a massive Ferrari fan”

“I can only imagine Mosley’s delight. He must have thought all his Christmases had come at once”

“almost devious, under-the-radar sniping was a tactic Lewis would frequently use that year”

“a lot of the lads became suspicious. Lewis’s platitudes towards us were beginning to be treated with mistrust”

“he appeared more and more self-centered, even underhand at times”

“It was Ron. But we didn’t need Ron for news: seconds into the call”

“He was playing games and the angelic, butter-wouldn’t-melt press conferences continued. He was really beginning to milk the situation, and I didn’t like it one bit.”

“there were one or two interviews with British TV that were never aired because even the broadcaster thought it would cause him major problems”

“their 1-2 finish, with us now banished from the picture, was enough to seal the Formula One Constructors’ World Title”

“vibrations and bum-washing jets; backside dryers, music, lights … action!”

“Lewis was by now engineering his own car, while his actual race engineers seemed too intimidated to overrule him”

“He’d been gradually losing a number of friends in the team over his apparently disingenuous and often arrogant behaviour in front of the media”

“It was such a no-brainer that several crew members in the garage were shouting at our own pit wall”

“What happened next has kept them busy ever since”

“the Ferraris pranced home for a dominant 1-2 finish.

Incredibly, Kimi had stolen the Formula One World Title”

“Outside in the pitlane, the Ferrari team went wild. A mob of them were cheering and running”

“I was thrilled for Kimi too. I knew how much he wanted it and was a little choked that we hadn’t achieved it together”

“but we both knew that whatever the following season brought us, it wouldn’t be together, even if it hadn’t been announced yet. That was the last time I spoke to him.”

“Lewis gathered together his own ever-growing entourage in an exclusive private VIP area – none of us from the team were invited.”

“Instead, we drank the night away with the new Formula One World Champion”

“in our own inimitable, chaotic, McLaren way, we’d made a substantial contribution to his World Championship season and a tiny part of me had to laugh about that”

“There are rare occasions when personal, family or relationship issues have clouded his focus on a race weekend and his driving has suffered”

“I couldn’t help but spare a thought for the guys in red and the narrow escape they’d had”

“And then Mother Nature played her part.”

“suddenly commentator Martin Brundle dropped the bombshell.

‘Is that Glock? Is that Glock? It is, it’s Glock!’ he shouted, getting louder and louder”

“Vettel and Hamilton drove past him through the final turn. In a heartbeat, we were fifth.

The garage erupted. People leapt out of their chairs”

“I remember seeing the moment the Ferrari boys realised the result and how distraught they all were”

“Someone grabbed Massa’s dad and told him what had just happened. I’ll never forget his face.”

“Not that she seemed too bothered. Nicole had settled into what was probably quite an intimidating environment for a pop star, and she was lovely”

“Lewis DJd for us all, Nicole sang on stage (in fact Lewis and Nicole sang a duet together at one point)”

“but I also knew that hundreds of young kids in exactly the same position that I’d been in all those years ago would give their right arm to get the chance. It was right that I allowed them that opportunity.”

“I really appreciated it. It wasn’t something McLaren had to do, they could’ve just let me go”

“I’ve somehow managed to move from one adrenaline-charged chapter to another and feel incredibly lucky to have done so”

“The buzz is still most definitely there, as strong as ever.

And I can’t see myself slowing down any time soon.”

[rosesrflo]

Hi! Sorry for bothering you, I'm new to your account and I don't know if your requests are open. But if they are, can I request Sebastian, William, Sherlock and Louis seeing y/n in lingerie and how would they react? Thank you so much! Have a nice day and take care!!

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Feats; Sebastian, William, Sherlock, Louis (MTP). Genre; NSFW

Prompt; ❛❛Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.❞ Warnings; a bit handsy but not smut, painfully long, fem!reader/AFAB

Desc; IN WHICH you showcase some interesting outfits for your partner, if only you knew what you do to them. Don’t worry, they’ll let you know with some intimate explanations.

A/N; Of course, lovely! I enjoyed writing this but a few scenarios are rlly long, and I apologise if some characters are a bit ooc (sorry if it’s too/too less smutty), have a good day/night and enjoy! <3

SEBASTIAN;

This man is thirsty asf

What can he say? Force of habit.

What can he say? Force of habit.

If this is what he’s like on a normal basis, you can imagine what he’s like when things get hot, he cannot believe that you think you can wear an alluring lingerie without him at least touching you.

But he must say, black looks good on you.

So much that Sebastian pounces the moment he lays eyes on your figure, his hands hooked underneath your exposed thighs, lifting you against the nearest wall with a smirk etched upon his face as he presses surprisingly soft kisses against your neck.

You’ve dug a hole for yourself, you’re definitely not getting out of this one and the next few hours will be rough.

A muffled squeal fell from your captured lips, Moran’s hands travelled over your body, the fat of your thighs spilled from his tight grip that held you upright, “Well aren’t you a pretty thing?” His eyes hungrily scanned your expression.

“And all for me..” The skimpy fabric hugged your physique in a way that he didn’t dare look away, you looked down at him through lidded lashes, if you knew this was how he’d react, you would have worn lingerie earlier.

Sebastian lowered you onto the floor although his hands didn’t leave you once and continued his onslaught of hickeys to your bared neck. A heated blush crawled onto your cheeks at the sensation, “Not here-! Someone might see us.”

Your request was blatantly tossed aside as he only pressed on, hands trailing from your thighs to more sensitive parts, “Big talk for someone walking around in that.” He pulled away proudly to observe the darkening marks on your neck; ever shameless, Moran doesn’t give a damn whether anyone catches sight.

Not when you’re all dolled up just for him, in fact, he dares them to look at you.

WILLIAM;

How can he resist you?

Revealing, red silk cupped your features perfectly, it was clear as day that you had no idea what filthy thoughts were racing through William’s head at the moment.

Even though his face doesn’t break its charming facade, his heart beats a little faster than usual, and is that a tint of red on his ears?

Your little showcase was slowly yet effectively testing his patience.

Liam isn’t usually a sexually frustrated person, well that was until you dragged him into your shared bed chambers to rate a few rather seductive outfits.

His crimson irises rake up and down you, admiring how irresistible you appeared, every model pose sent his mind into a blurred frenzy - the feeling of your hands balancing on his shoulders as you leaned in to ask him for his thoughts.

Your body barely grazed his and if you lent in just a little further you’d be touching him, just a little closer and he would..-

The ornamented cup of tea clinked throughout the quiet room as Liam lifted it from its porcelain plate to his parted lips. But of course this all served as a minor distraction, the main focus was you, his gaze was half hazed as the straps slid over your bare body.

He wished to rip it off of you in the very moment.

After an anticipated pause, you shyly stepped forwards, hands cusped behind your back, “What about this one..? I like the coverage but it isn’t red..” Mindless mutters cut him off before he could reply.

“You look ravishing, either way.” You blinked at his double meaning compliment, a sweet smile formed on your lips in thanks. William on the other hand was undressing you imaginatively, you were so pure.

Turning away from him, you loosened the straps holding your outfit together, hues of blush heated your cheeks as you tried to undo the bra straps but ultimately failed, “Ah-Liam could you help me with..-“ Gesturing to your situation.

Liam’s beverage had long since gone cold, placing it onto the plate, he watched you nervously saunter towards him. Your hands clasped onto his shoulders for balance whilst he skillfully unclasped your bra straps, he had done this too many times to count. He swallowed audibly.

The lingerie was only just covering you, unconsciously, he held the small of your back and lightly urged you onto his lap; you gasped as he slid the clothing off of your shoulders, his eyes wandered to your exposed assets.

“May I kiss you, darling?” William’s tone was laced with lust as you steadied yourself.

What came after was certainly more than just a kiss.

SHERLOCK;

It was a stuffy night.

and It wasn’t exactly your intention to dress up for Sherlock, it was just so unbearably warm that you simply couldn’t wear anything else.

Unbeknownst to you, the minute he sees you in such revealing clothing, you’ll be even more hot and stuffed; except this time with his cock.

It was late into the night when Sherly received a bit of a gift as he finally retired to his room. You were a sight to behold say the least - all curled up in his bedroom, dark blue fabric danced hazardously across your body.

Unlike the others, Sherlock doesn’t immediately jump to sexual conclusions, no, he admired you. How lucky was he for catching a divine being like you?

He watched your sleeping figure for a few minutes, his eyes glinted with nothing short of admiration, you were absolutely heavenly, especially in that.

Admirations soon faded into lust.

A huff escaped Sherlock as he quickened his pace towards 221B, the sky was midnight blue and the finished cigarette in his hand didn’t ease any thoughts about you. His breathe hitched upon pacing inside the silent flat, everyone was asleep.

Wasting no more time idly standing around, Sherlock started his way to your shared room; the room air was humid, the largest window was far open and you were snoozing as peaceful as ever.

However, his eyes seemed to linger on your sleeping form, but it wasn’t a surprise - your body seemed almost nude if not for the lingerie, bed covers were strewn everywhere except you and the pale moonlight shon down onto your (s/c) skin.

You tossed in your sleep, sensing another person in the room. Sherly knelt by the bed before gently cupping your face, “Now what do we have here, (n/n)?” The familiar scent of cigars and faint cologne, accompanied with his cockney accent woke you from your slumber.

Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you blinked at Sherlock’s smirking face, “You’re back, Sherly.” He drew a figurative line with his index finger from your neck, between your breasts, “I’m back.”

“What are you wearing at this hour?” You averted your eyes at the query, “Not that I mind.” He lent in to press a kiss to your neck, despite his vague actions - it was quite obvious to you what would occur next.

“Please be gentle, Sherly, ‘m tired.”

LOUIS (SMUT WARNING);

Contrasting this man’s modest appearance, he’s probably the most sexually active excluding Moran.

Not on his own account but because he just can’t keep his hands off of you.

Have you seen yourself? He tries not to think about your body but it affirmatively fails every time you show him one of your revealing outfits.

It makes his mind go brrr, the way it cups your breasts, your thigh high socks don’t help your alibi either, by the time he’s finished with you - you’ll be a mewling mess, bite marks littering your inner thighs.

Yes he’s a biter.

But don’t worry, Louis is an absolute gentleman and awfully good at it, he’ll have you screaming in no time flat.

All that can be said is, good luck.

“I advise you to be quiet, my lady.”

A silent gasp escaped your plush lips as your head fell into the fluffy pillows, Louis’ hands pinned your legs in the air to ensure you didn’t move whilst he worked on your pretty cunt.

Lace, blue garments were pushed aside your left lip, he wanted to devour you in such an outfit that captured your complete charm. Mewls vibrated in your throat, his tongue flickered kitten laps against sensitive nerve bundles.

Despite the situation at hand, a polite smile eased his features once his teeth catch your little bud and you looked just about to pass out, all fucked out. Using one hand to spread your sopping pussy, he pressed two digits into your entrance and he almost came on the spot from how tight you were clenching.

Pushing them in a few more times, you cried out his name as your back near arches off of the bed, “That’s the spot, isn’t it?” Louis leaned in to taste more of your essence, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his lips suckle your swollen clit.

Your legs kick upwards the closer you came to the edge of release, and it wasn’t until then does he realise how hard you were cumming, “Looking so lovely…dressed up in such obscene attire..”

He pulls away breathlessly after you slowly came down from the mind blowing high, your eyes squeezed shut and body trembling. Louis gazed down at the art piece he dubbed you, lightly pecking your forehead, how sinfully gorgeous..

“As you were, my lady.”

[amuseoffyre]

I know I keep on harping on about this, but I am so very happy that we have a show where we have two middle-aged neurodiverse leads. Also middle-aged queer romantic leads.

This doesn’t happen. In almost every media production, everyone is a bright and shiny young thing. The exceptions are few and far between and are often staggeringly awful in hindsight, depending on outdated and frequently offensive stereotypes of both adult presentation of neurodiversity and queerness.

Instead, we have Ed and Stede who are very different flavours of ND without a single sauvant or Emotionless Robot Boy or over-the-top flailing shouting hyperactive in sight. It’s also done without being a big shiny red button of “these guys have funky brains”. It’s all in the character and the performance rather than having someone say it aloud.

Ed’s first scenes in episode 4 are just... that’s my ADHD in a nutshell. Look at those clouds, that means x weather will be coming. Ooh and did you see this ship, this is so frigging cool, do you think it’s a model of this one? How neat is that? Oh my god you have a secret wardrobe this may be the coolest day of my life! Let’s swap clothes and roleplay, it’ll be hilarious :D

Izzy is the neurotypical foil to him, not noticing the things Ed notices, not seeing all the little connections and details that Ed spots because Ed’s brain is going at 100 miles an hour, getting all these cracking flares of new and exciting stimuli. All Izzy sees is the stupid captain of the stupid ship wasting their time.

He’s very vocal about the fact that Ed’s behaviour has been “increasingly erratic” and that’s what happens when someone with ADHD gets trapped in a situation that they never wanted to be in. Ed says it himself - “it’s fucking BORING”. Izzy either doesn’t know or care that Ed is miserable. All he cares about is the way Blackbeard presents himself to the world. No wonder Ed’s brain goes off like a firework display when he meets someone who sees him beyond the Blackbeard role. 

And then you have Stede, my precious sunshine man, who has spent his entire life miserable in a world of subtext, metaphor and underhanded verbal/physical abuse because he’s behaving in ways that aren’t considered correct for his gender, his age, his class, his station, his role of husband etc.

He’s carefully cultivated the correct behaviour to mask as much as he possibly can but even so, he can’t help his hyperfixations slipping out - and oh, the fact that piracy was his hyperfixation gives me so many feelings. He wanted to have a loyal crew who admired and respected him! He wanted to be somewhere the normal rules and conventions didn’t apply! If it was just about the ship, he could have joined the Navy, but he knows the Navy and he knows their rules are the same social contract he’s been lashed into for life.

And look at his crew: he has gathered himself a gang of misfits who wouldn’t fit anywhere else and he loves them. No one is wrong in his crew. They’re his people and he will take care of them. He doesn’t treat any of them any differently, despite different class, social background, culture, history. That is what this precious little man sees in piracy - somewhere that all the people who don’t fit in the “normal world” can fit and be themselves 😭

[quantum-nymph]

By the way, I love you

Characters: Xiao

Words: 

Warnings: angst, cult behavior, reader is manipulative

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Ever since you had been thrown into this world or better known as Teyvat, people have chased you back and forth for your blessings. The last few days have been rough on you so you decide to take a break. Staying in your teapot will help you relax, especially after so many acolytes offered help to decorate it so neatly. 

Having alone time is what you needed the most right now. You enjoyed your peaceful moments while sitting on a bench. The sun slowly setting, creating a perfect golden hour, just you and the tea that Zhongli made for you this afternoon. The silence was disturbed, when you felt a gust of wind. Great, you think to yourself, another visitor.

You keep your eyes closed as to not acknowledge the visitor standing behind you. Even though you gave certain people permission to enter as they wish, you still felt annoyed. 

“Your Grace”, a quiet voice calls out for you.

Taking a deep breath and turning around, you see Xiao, kneeling on the ground not daring to make eye contact or get up without your permission. He was the last to expect coming into your teapot. 

“Yes, Xiao? Do you need something?”

“Your Grace, everyone is asking for you. You have been isolating yourself for weeks now.”, he speaks.

“Didn't I ask to not be bothered? Xiao, I never knew you would be so quick so disobey, what a shame. I thought you were my most loyal acolyte, no?”, you smile.

He snaps up looking at you with wide eyes “I am deeply sorry, I will refrain from questioning you further.”

You raise from your seat and stand in front of Xiao, who is still kneeling. You bend down to pick the qingxin beside him. Gently tucking it behind his ear, you admire his face. Its crazy how he was just a 3D model in a game and now hes a real person who has opinions, desires and emotions. A mind of his own. Is that what you are so desperately searching in him? Perhaps everything is a dream waiting to find its end? Yet, you long for these moments with Xiao. You wish to take him back to the world you were born in. The ’real’ world. You lift his chin up and look into his eyes. If you ever bring him into your world, would his eye color change? The pretty shades of yellow and gold reflect nothing but loyalty to you, would they stay? 

“Xiao, if I disappeared one day, don't bother to search for me. When the day of departure comes, I promise I will leave a sign behind.”, you whisper.

Xiao says nothing. But the way you see him close his eyes and lean into your touch, he understands. You never wanted to get too close to any of the characters yet here you are, caressing Xiao's face. If he only knew how much you loved him. You let out a sigh and sit back down on the bench. 

You give Xiao a quick glance “You may sit if you wish”, and resume on drinking your now cold tea.

Looking at the sunset once again, you hear footsteps approaching. From the side of your eye you see Xiao, quietly sitting down next to you as to not disturb your peace. Silently you pour a cup of the for him too. The tea might help him relax for a bit. He bows in response to you pushing the cup to him. Poor boy, if only you could see him so shy every day.

“If you disappear one day, will you take me with you?”

“I would if it were possible. The world I was born in would maybe be easier on you as there is no need to fight monsters. Even if it was possible to bring someone with me, I would take you with me because you are my favorite.”

He stares at you as if you said something stupid. You were technically speaking the truth but would you really drag him out of this world for your selfishness?

You begin to cough as to break the silence. Xiao still stays silent until he feels your hand on his shoulder. He looks at your hand and back to you. You can tell he is confused, how cute, you think to yourself.

“Xiao, the reason I would take you with me is because I love you.”, you smile awkwardly. This is so embarrassing to you, a god, confessing their feelings. Not just to any normal acolyte but to the most loyal one.

“Your Grace, I-”

The sudden feeling of coldness jolts you awake. You're back where you fell asleep. The dream felt too real for you and the overwhelming feeling wash over you in an instant. A bright screen catches your attention. Right, you forgot to turn your laptop off. You look closely and it seems like you left Genshin Impact open. As you try to log off, a notification pops up. New mail? At this time? Deciding to check it out, you open it.

An eons long promise

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Time/Date: 2022-XX-XX 05:55

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A/N: yaaay im back! exams finally finished and i can rest now <3 i left an angel number for youuu mwah <33 also thank you everybody for liking and reblogging my last post :D it means a lot to me <333

[cunninghamschrissy]

I wrote my polite “angry about Vol 2” post earlier, now get ready for my not-so-polite version starting NOW…

Man, fuck the Duffers. This feels like lazy writing at this point. It’s the same formula over and over: introduce the new character and then kill them off so you still get the emotional impact on the fans but you don’t have do anything to the OG cast because you don’t want the backlash of what happens if you do. 🙄

Hear me out: this was the perfect season to finally break the pattern and kill off one of the OGs (and for real, not this repeated fake-out death shit). They had hyped it up that it would be colossal, we had gotten teasing about Steve dying, a lot of the fans were even expecting it, a new character was brought in that could have filled Steve’s role after he died…only for them to do the same old fucking thing they’ve done every other season and kill off the new character and give one of the OGs a fake-out death.

I mean, I get it, I’m an Eddie fan so naturally I’m pissed off and distraught that he died, but I’m more pissed and distraught because of how cheap and lazily written the whole thing seemed. If I didn’t know any better, I would think they pulled random writers off the street to write the last two episodes of the season because that was how out of character some things felt and how a lot of the plot development of Vol 1 just felt ignored. Why didn’t we see anyone else’s reactions to Eddie’s death? Weren’t Lucas and Erica close with him too, and hell, even Steve? Dustin and Uncle Wayne being the only ones mourning Eddie just seemed so wrong to me. And Mike?? Mike literally grew out his hair and got the Hellfire shirt specifically to model himself after Eddie, someone he clearly looked up to and admired! Why weren’t we shown his reaction to Eddie’s death? Why are none of Dustin’s friends around to comfort him after he’s held his friend/older brother figure in his arms while he died obviously been through something incredibly traumatic? And don’t get me wrong, I bawled my eyes out with the scene between Dustin and Uncle Wayne, because at least he got closure about Eddie (unlike Barb’s parents), but you can’t tell me that someone like Nancy, who KNEW how much Wayne cared about Eddie, didn’t try to do something herself too to tell Eddie’s only living relative what happened to him? I get that it made since because Dustin had been with Eddie when he died, but it also seems like no one really gives a shit about Eddie except for Dustin?? At least that’s what the writing made it feel like.

Even taking Eddie’s death out of the equation, there were other things about Vol 2 that just felt off to me. For starters, the last episode felt rushed, which, for being over two hours, I wouldn’t think this should be the case, but I definitely feel like I came out of it feeling like they crammed too much in. There were instances of dialogue that just felt off (“you’re the heart” was sooooo cheesy, I’m sorry but it was) and Steve and Nancy just STANDING there when Robin got grabbed by vines until she screamed for help?? I don’t buy that shit for one bit. Steve would have been trying to get her loose immediately and Nancy would have been right behind him. I don’t care how shocked they were with the situation, that characterization was soooooo off.

And last by not least, that fucking time jump. WHAT was the point of that “two days later” bullshit? I felt it cheapened Eddie’s death and took away from what happened with Max. And leaving Eddie’s body in the Upside Down? I don’t buy that either. Eddie wasn’t a big guy, Steve and the rest of the group definitely could have gotten him back through the gate, especially after seeing how distraught Dustin was over his body. I don’t buy for a single second the fact that everyone just willingly left his body in the Upside Down. More characterization I felt was very strange.

Anyway, sorry for the rant. I just really had to get this off my chest. Hopefully I’m not the only one who felt this way.

[uomo-accattivante]

Excellent article about bringing a re-make of Ingmar Bergman’s Scenes from a Marriage to fruition, and the twenty-year friendship that Oscar Isaac and Jessica Chastain share:

There were days on the shoot for “Scenes From a Marriage,” a five-episode limited series that premieres Sept. 12 on HBO, when Oscar Isaac resented the crew.

The problem wasn’t the crew members themselves, he told me on a video call in March. But the work required of him and his co-star, Jessica Chastain, was so unsparingly intimate — “And difficult!” Chastain added from a neighboring Zoom window — that every time a camera operator or a makeup artist appeared, it felt like an intrusion.

On his other projects, Isaac had felt comfortably distant from the characters and their circumstances — interplanetary intrigue, rogue A.I. But “Scenes” surveys monogamy and parenthood, familiar territory. Sometimes Isaac would film a bedtime scene with his onscreen child (Lily Jane) and then go home and tuck his own child into the same model of bed as the one used onset, accessorized with the same bunny lamp, and not know exactly where art ended and life began.

“It was just a lot,” he said.

Chastain agreed, though she put it more strongly. “I mean, I cried every day for four months,” she said.

Isaac, 42, and Chastain, 44, have known each other since their days at the Juilliard School. And they have channeled two decades of friendship, admiration and a shared and obsessional devotion to craft into what Michael Ellenberg, one of the series’s executive producers, called “five hours of naked, raw performance.” (That nudity is metaphorical, mostly.)

“For me it definitely felt incredibly personal,” Chastain said on the call in the spring, about a month after filming had ended. “That’s why I don’t know if I have another one like this in me. Yeah, I can’t decide that. I can’t even talk about it without. …” She turned away from the screen. (It was one of several times during the call that I felt as if I were intruding, too.)

The original “Scenes From a Marriage,” created by Ingmar Bergman, debuted on Swedish television in 1973. Bergman’s first television series, its six episodes trace the dissolution of a middle-class marriage. Starring Liv Ullmann, Bergman’s ex, it drew on his own past relationships, though not always directly.

“When it comes to Bergman, the relationship between autobiography and fiction is extremely complicated,” said Jan Holmberg, the chief executive of the Ingmar Bergman Foundation.

A sensation in Sweden, it was seen by most of the adult population. And yes, sure, correlation does not imply causation, but after its debut, Swedish divorce were rumored to have doubled. Holmberg remembers watching a rerun as a 10-year-old.

“It was a rude awakening to adult life,” he said.

The writer and director Hagai Levi saw it as a teenager, on Israeli public television, during a stint on a kibbutz. “I was shocked,” he said. The series taught him that a television series could be radical, that it could be art. When he created “BeTipul,” the Israeli precursor to “In Treatment,” he used “Scenes” as proof of the concept “that two people can talk for an hour and it can work,” Levi said. (Strangely, “Scenes” also inspired the prime-time soap “Dallas.”)

So when Daniel Bergman, Ingmar Bergman’s youngest son, approached Levi about a remake, he was immediately interested.

But the project languished, in part because loving a show isn’t reason enough to adapt it. Divorce is common now — in Sweden, and elsewhere — and the relationship politics of the original series, in which the male character deserts his wife and young children for an academic post, haven’t aged particularly well.

Then about two years ago, Levi had a revelation. He would swap the gender roles. A woman who leaves her marriage and child in pursuit of freedom (with a very hot Israeli entrepreneur in place of a visiting professorship) might still provoke conversation and interest.

So the Marianne and Johan of the original became Mira and Jonathan, with a Boston suburb (re-created in a warehouse just north of New York City), stepping in for the Stockholm of the original. Jonathan remains an academic though Mira, a lawyer in the original, is now a businesswoman who out-earns him.

Casting began in early 2020. After Isaac met with Levi, he wrote to Chastain to tell her about the project. She wasn’t available. The producers cast Michelle Williams. But the pandemic reshuffled everyone’s schedules. When production was ready to resume, Williams was no longer free. Chastain was. “That was for me the most amazing miracle,” Levi said.

Isaac and Chastain met in the early 2000s at Juilliard. He was in his first year; she, in her third. He first saw her in a scene from a classical tragedy, slapping men in the face as Helen of Troy. He was friendly with her then-boyfriend, and they soon became friends themselves, bonding through the shared trauma of an acting curriculum designed to break its students down and then build them back up again. Isaac remembered her as “a real force of nature and solid, completely solid, with an incredible amount of integrity,” he said.

In the next window, Chastain blushed. “He was super talented,” she said. “But talented in a way that wasn’t expected, that’s challenging and pushing against constructs and ideas.” She introduced him to her manager, and they celebrated each other’s early successes and went to each other’s premieres. (A few of those photos are used in “Scenes From a Marriage” as set dressing.)

In 2013, Chastain was cast in J.C. Chandor’s “A Most Violent Year,”opposite Javier Bardem. When Bardem dropped out, Chastain campaigned for Isaac to have the role. Weeks before shooting, they began to meet, fleshing out the back story of their characters — a husband and wife trying to corner the heating oil market in 1981 New York — the details of the marriage, business, life.

It was their first time working together, and each felt a bond that went deeper than a parallel education and approach. “Something connects us that’s stronger than any ideas of character or story or any of that,” Isaac said. “There’s something else that’s more about like, a shared existence.”

Chandor noticed how they would support each other on set, and challenge each other, too, giving each other the freedom to take the characters’ relationship to dark and dangerous places. “They have this innate trust with each other,” Chandor said.

That trust eliminated the need for actorly tricks or shortcuts, in part because they know each other’s tricks too well. Their motto, Isaac said, was, “Let’s figure this [expletive] out together and see what’s the most honest thing we can do.”

Moni Yakim, Juilliard’s celebrated movement instructor, has followed their careers closely and he noted what he called the “magnetism and spiritual connection” that they suggested onscreen in the film.

“It’s a kind of chemistry,” Yakim said. “They can read each other’s mind and you as an audience, you can sense it.”

Telepathy takes work. When they knew that shooting “Scenes From a Marriage” could begin, Chastain bought a copy of “All About Us,” a guided journal for couples, and filled in her sections in character as Mira. Isaac brought it home and showed it to his wife, the filmmaker Elvira Lind.

“She was like, ‘You finally found your match,’” Isaac recalled. “’Someone that is as big of a nerd as you are.’”

The actors rehearsed, with Levi and on their own, talking their way through each long scene, helping each other through the anguished parts. When production had to halt for two weeks, they rehearsed then, too.

Watching these actors work reminded Amy Herzog, a writer and executive producer on the series, of race horses in full gallop. “These are two people who have so much training and skill,” she said. “Because it’s an athletic feat, what they were being asked to do.”

But training and skill and the “All About Us” book hadn’t really prepared them for the emotional impact of actually shooting “Scenes From a Marriage.” Both actors normally compartmentalize when they work, putting up psychic partitions between their roles and themselves. But this time, the partitions weren’t up to code.

“I knew I was in trouble the very first week,” Chastain said.

She couldn’t hide how the scripts affected her, especially from someone who knows her as well as Isaac does. “I just felt so exposed,” she said. “This to me, more than anything I’ve ever worked on, was definitely the most open I’ve ever been.”

“It felt so dangerous,” she said.

I visited the set in February (after multiple Covid-19 tests and health screenings) during a final day of filming. It was the quietest set I had ever seen: The atmosphere was subdued, reverent almost, a crew and a studio space stripped down to only what two actors would need to do the most passionate and demanding work of their careers.

Isaac didn’t know if he would watch the completed series. “It really is the first time ever, where I’ve done something where I’m totally fine never seeing this thing,” he said. “Because I’ve really lived through it. And in some ways I don’t want whatever they decide to put together to change my experience of it, which was just so intense.”

The cameras captured that intensity. Though Chastain isn’t Mira and Isaac isn’t Jonathan, each drew on personal experience — their parents’ marriages, past relationships — in ways they never had. Sometimes work on the show felt like acting, and sometimes the work wasn’t even conscious. There’s a scene in the harrowing fourth episode in which they both lie crumpled on the floor, an identical stress vein bulging in each forehead.

“It’s my go-to move, the throbbing forehead vein,” Isaac said on a follow-up video call last month. Chastain riffed on the joke: “That was our third year at Juilliard, the throb.”

By then, it had been five months since the shoot wrapped. Life had returned to something like normal. Jokes were possible again. Both of them seemed looser, more relaxed. (Isaac had already poured himself one tequila shot and was ready for another.) No one cried.

Chastain had watched the show with her husband. And Isaac, despite his initial reluctance, had watched it, too. It didn’t seem to have changed his experience.

“I’ve never done anything like it,” he said. “And I can’t imagine doing anything like it again.”

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