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[lunaelemon]

ᥫ᭡ Slut alert- Having him fuck you dumb wasn't enough, now you gotta fight your low iron levels too?

Maybe riding him wasn't the best idea when you have anemia but it was worth it~

MDNI

"Tired already, precious?" His breathless voice reached your ringing ears as you moaned softly, biting on your lower lip to suppress it as his hips bounced you up and down on his dick. The fat, thick base of his cock stretching you out as your hips crashed with his with each bounce, every squelch and every moan.

It was all fun and games until you opened your eyes to look down at him, maybe tease him a bit about his whiny moans when you almost lurch forward from dizziness, somehow holding back by squeezing your eyes shut, black spots taking over your vision as you gasped every time the curve of his dick rubbed against that one particular spot, basically kissing your cervix while you struggled to get words out of your lips.

His cock fucking the words out of you as your mind was rendered dumb, drunk on the way his hips rolled against you, the way his voice called you filthy names, his rough hands playing with your bouncing tits as his name rolled from your tongue like a mantra.

He fucked you mean, fucked you mean enough for you to feel more stimulated by his dick than the constant blackening of your vision everytime you opened your eyes.

"Fuck fuck fuck toru...m'gonna cum....cock reaching so deep fuckkk"

His hair was sticking to his forehead as he let out a low chuckle, smirking at the way your eyes rolled back every time he abused that spot with his dick, pressing up against it, pushing you down on his cock as it squelched around his girth.

Taking in his inches so fucking good. His nasty girl.

"Look at me baby. Wanna look in your pretty eyes while you milk me, hm? Fuckin' me nasty, lemme look at your eyes, okay?"

You swallowed back as you tried opening your eyes only to see black, everything spinning around you, feeling lightheaded as he bounced you in a rhythmic motion.

His lithe fingers rubbing soft circles on your clit, squeezing out whimpers from you as your thighs trembled from exhaustion.

"Your pussy is making such pretty noises for me, such a pretty tune"

Filthy, nasty fucker

You closed your eyes again, much to his suspicions as he frowned at your reluctance to follow his requests...orders

"Can't...just...just lemme cum please" you whined out, you didn't want to stop just yet due to this shitty condition.

"Babe? What happened"

His thrusts stopped abruptly as you let out a loud whine, trying to grind against him only to have him hold you down by your waist, leaving angry red marks as you begrudgingly stopped.

"Fu-ckkkk toru..just a lil bit more...just feel a little lightheaded-"

"I told you we don't have to do cowgirl, your body isn't fit enough for it. Wait let me bring you some water."

"Why did you let me fuck you through it"

His voice was stern and authoritative as he just proved his own point as to why you didn't tell him mid fuck, rolling your eyes at his words.

He swiftly pulled out of you, leaving your aching hole empty, making you whimper as you slumped on the bed on your stomach, chest heaving from exhaustion as your legs trembled from being this close to orgasm seconds ago.

"Here you go"

As you drank from the glass, you noticed him staring at you, his eyes seemingly making a decision as they glanced all over your sweaty mess of a body.

"Only missionary for you now. I don't want you to bounce on my cock, fighting your orgasm and your low iron levels"

"Ugh come onnn, it's not that bad toru"

"Nuh uh, and I'm looking into your diet starting today."

He placed the glass on the bedside table, before continuing his next sentence. He always had so much to say -

"Now lay down on your back sweetheart, finish what you were doing before"

Well that worked out, but obviously in missionary

ᥫ᭡ Authors note - I kinda wanted to make it a headcannon for all jkk men but I got impatient cuz this is so brainrotting, this is so filthy omg

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[skylumen]

you adored me before.

pairing : chamber x fem!reader x deadeye

note : victor is deadeye (fanon), 3 of them are around high schoolers’ age, childhood friends to lovers trope, reader comes from a lower-class background

The sun had just begun its descent, casting a golden glow over the prestigious school grounds. You stood anxiously at the entrance, feeling out of place amidst the affluent parents and well-dressed students. You couldn’t ignore the whispers and glances of disdain, the way they were judging you for your worn-out clothes.

It made you feel small, like you didn’t belong in their world.

But it’s just how the world works, on your part. You’re used to it.

Just as your discomfort peaked, Vincent and Victor entered your vision.

“Y/N!”

Vincent, the ever-energetic and cheerful twin, sprinted towards you, his face alight with excitement. Victor followed behind at a more leisurely pace, a small, reassuring smile on his lips at the sight of beautiful you.

“Sorry for making you wait for us. Victor was being too slow.” Vincent said, only to be interrupted by a warning smack at the back from Victor.

“He’s lying to you. He spilled his food on his book, and [sighs], well… someone had to help him clean it up.” Victor corrected, making you chuckle shyly.

Vincent rolled his eyes at his brother dramatically before turning his attention back to you.

“Shall we get going?”

You nodded, a soft smile spreading across your face. To your surprise, Vincent grabbed your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. Victor, not to be outdone, gently took your backpack from your shoulder.

“Oh, Victor you don’t have to–” you started, but were cut off by his soft smile, which is a rare sight coming from him.

“No worries, okay?” He said, with a soft but firm voice.

“Thanks…” you mumbled, turning away to hide the blush that crept up your cheeks.

The twins shared a knowing glance, both wearing smiles that hinted at their not-so-secret affection for you.

Arriving at the aquarium, your excitement was palpable. As soon as you stepped inside, you were captivated by the vibrant displays and the myriad of sea creatures swimming gracefully behind the glass.

A few days earlier, the three of you sat together at the neighbourhood park, your usual hangout spot. You mentioned in passing that you had never been to an aquarium.

“What do you mean you’ve never been to one ?!” Vincent exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief.

You shrugged, feeling a bit embarrassed. “The tickets are too expensive…”

Victor hummed thoughtfully, “Well, if that’s the case, we should go to one this Friday. Take it as my treat.”

Oho, finally! A reason to bring you out on a date, Victor thought. Until…

Vincent’s eyes widened in offense. “Hey, I should be the one saying that!”

“I want to bring Y/N only. You, on the other hand… You’re on your own.” Victor said, shooting his twin a deadly glare.

Vincent gasped dramatically. “Espèce de fils de pute! (You son of a bitch!)” he retorted, earning a laugh from you as the twins bickered.

You darted from tank to tank, your eyes widened in wonder. Vincent and Victor hung back, watching you with adoration in their eyes. Your enthusiasm was infectious, and they found themselves so whipped over you.

You had become an important part of their lives, and they had to protect you from all the dangers in this world. They were determined to keep you close, to make you stay with them.

Forever.

Victor pulled out his phone, snapping a candid photo of you. The way your face alight with joy as your doe eyes admired the marine life, it’s too adorable for him.

He’s going to make you his. One way or another. Victor has to.

But, too bad, he has a competition. Who might that be? If it’s none other than his younger brother.

Speak of the devil. Vincent nudged his brother, noticing your picture on his phone.

“Send me that.” he whispered. Victor scoffed lightly, “Certainement pas (No way). This one’s for my eyes only.”

Vincent pouted. “Allez (come on), now. I got some of her photos too. Do you want them? Y/N looks so pretty–”

“What are you guys talking about?” You questioned, which startled them both.

“We, uh– we were talking about those fishes,” Vincent stammered. “Yeah! It’s just, uh–”

“But I heard you said my name.” You asked, curious eyes staring into their souls.

Trying not to cause more suspicion, Victor quickly cut him off. “Oh, the showcase is about to start. Isn’t that what you’ve been waiting for, Y/N?”

Your eyes lit up with excitement. “Yeah, let’s go!”

You took off towards the showcase location, with Victor following close behind, after giving Vincent a narcissistic smirk.

You bitch.

He lingered for a moment, shaking his head in disbelief before catching up.

(A/N): a drabble for now… huhu

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[fruitcoops]

Dial Drunk

Fic O'Ween Day 1, for the prompt 'First Frost'! Many thanks to @noots-fic-fests for organizing and @lumosinlove for the best characters <3 Have some baby Sirius and James causing Dumo heart failure for your Thursday!

TW drunkenness (silly fun, not angsty)

Pascal enjoyed 20 minutes of a PG-13 movie (the first in three months) before stumbling, out-of-sync footsteps outside his house interrupted his peace. He should have known better than to think a quiet night in would live up to its name.

“Come on, man, work with me—”

“Shh.”

The kids were in bed. Why couldn’t that be enough?

“No, no, why can’t we just go back to your house?”

“Because—”

They had been gems this evening. Dinner passed without a fuss; a FaceTime with their mother riveted them more than a TV show, for once.

“James…”

“Don’t whine at me, god. Can I have my arm back?”

Pascal cursed softly to himself as he rummaged the remote from the couch cushions and paused the movie. Rustling became a scuffle—he opened the door just as the bell rang through the house.

James Potter stared at him, then broke into a broad grin. “Dumo! Hi!”

“Did you read the sign?”

James’ eyes flickered over the doorframe. Pascal got to watch him read the Please Do Not Ring Bell—Infant Inside! in real time. His smile slipped into more of a grimace. “…shit. My bad.”

“Bonjour,” Sirius mumbled blearily, listing into James’ side. “Ça va?”

Pascal sighed. He had been hoping someone on the team would keep an eye on those two. Parties were all well and good until the dynamic duo of poor decision-making was left to their own devices.

“We had fun,” James offered by way of explanation. Sirius’ hiccup jostled them both. “Maybe—maybe a little too much fun.”

“Got kissed on the cheek,” Sirius said with an enthusiastic nod.

The lipstick print on his face was glittery in the porchlight. “Congratulations.”

“Merci.”

Christ above. “Pots.”

James had the decency to look embarrassed. “I know.”

“Are you serious?”

“Non, c’est moi,” Sirius snorted, swaying toward the potted plant at the edge of the stairs. They both reached for him at once; Sirius made a noise of surprise, but was pliable as putty when James coaxed him back out of the danger zone. The sharp tang of alcohol and at least three different perfumes spilled off him in waves. Sirius was doe-eyed when he bent to rest his head on James’ shoulder. “Thanks for bringing me home.”

Pascal arched a brow; James gave Sirius a guilty pat on the back. “Any time, buddy.”

“Are you sure we can’t go back to your house instead?”

“Mhmm.”

Sirius huffed in disappointment. “Why?”

“Because my guest room isn’t unpacked.”

“Can sleep on the couch. Or the floor.”

“Lily’s coming over tomorrow morning.”

Sirius’ groan cracked as he pushed his face into James’ shoulder. “Just put me in the backyard.”

“One of us will turn the hose on you.”

Pascal shook his head and reached out. “Allez, mon fils, let’s get you—"

“You’re so mean,” Sirius complained, still fixated on James. “I don’t want to go home. Dumo’s going to be upset.”

James’ gaze darted to him for a beat. “Pads, no, it’ll be fine.”

“Non.”

Pascal’s stomach sank. “I’m not upset,” he tried, gentling his voice.

But Sirius just nodded. “Yes, he is.”

“Hey.” Pascal prodded his arm. “Hey, petit chou.”

“Don’t like cabbage. Crunchy.”

Pascal exchanged a look with James and fought an eye roll. Without initial surprise clouding his vision, James was clearly only more sober by a slim margin. His glasses seemed determined to balance on the very end of his nose, despite repeated attempts to push them up again. His sneakers shuffled sheepishly on the doormat.

“Just tell me you didn’t drive.”

“I don’t have a car,” Sirius said brightly.

James gave a vigorous shake of his head. “Fuck no, we took an Uber. Are you crazy?”

“Are you drunk?” Pascal countered. Sirius barked a laugh; James’ already-flushed cheeks darkened. A once-over revealed little he didn’t already know, only a comfort in the sense that they both seemed hale and whole regardless of their wobbling.

Oh, to be twenty again.

Pascal inclined his head toward the house and stood aside. “In. Don’t wake the kids.”

An attempt to fit through the door at the same time was admirable, but doomed, as they soon realized after a few seconds of fumbling. James eventually squeezed past with Sirius trotting close behind. Something about it struck Pascal as a particular poetic irony.

“Where’d you end up?”

“Place on sixth.” James’ hands were clumsy on his shoelaces. Sirius observed him for a moment, then kicked his own shoes into the closet still tied.

“Was it fun?”

“Mhmm. Hopping tonight.”

“We left early,” Sirius chimed in. “James said I needed to go home.”

“He’s smart. You should listen to him more.” Listen to me more, he added in his mind as he guided James’ jacket off his flailing arm and nudged Sirius’ phone away from the precarious table edge. Despite their clumsiness, their clear efforts to stay quiet did not go unnoticed. It was a common courtesy that some of the rowdier boys tended to forget.

“D’you want me to—”

“Guest room,” Pascal interrupted, tilting his chin down the hall. “Bathroom’s yours. Advil in the top drawer.”

James took a breath, then paused. “Does it have one of those kid-lock things?”

“Yes.”

He whistled through his teeth. A reluctant nod followed. “Kay. I can handle that.”

“Lame if you couldn’t,” Sirius mumbled.

“Like you’d do better.”

His lazy grin became offense in half a second; his back stiffened under Pascal’s palm. “I could—”

“Quiet,” Pascal reminded him.

“I could,” Sirius repeated in a harsh whisper, jabbing his finger toward James. “And you know it.”

James raised his hands in mocking surrender before raking one through his hair. His glasses had wandered down his nose again, and he gave Pascal a drowsy blink. “I’ll be out by, like, nine tomorrow. Lily’s coming over at eleven, so…y’know. Gotta clean my kitchen ‘n shit.”

“I’m sure she’ll appreciate that,” was Pascal’s response of choice. He was fairly sure noting the late (or rather, early) hour was a poor course of action if he wanted James Potter asleep in the next five minutes.

James squinted at the floor for a few more seconds. “Fuck, I gotta wash my sheets.”

“Go to bed, James.”

“Yeah. Yeah, alright.”

Pascal propped Sirius up on his shoulder as he watched James go. There was a hole in the heel of his sock that was only going to get bigger. James probably wouldn’t throw the thing out until it literally fell off his foot. Maybe it was a good thing Lily was visiting—she always shook some sense into him.

“Dumo.”

Pacal’s stomach swooped. “Are you going to throw up?”

“No,” Sirius snorted, as if the very idea was ridiculous.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’.”

“What do you need?”

“Nothin’.” Sirius wrinkled his nose and stuck his tongue out for a weak raspberry. “English tastes gross. Makes my head hurt. Regulus doesn’t like it, either. Mine is a lot better since because I was here but he’s pratiss—practick—pratique. In school. See? Dumb language.”

“You’re doing a very good job.”

Sirius beamed at him. “Really?”

“Ouais. Much better than I did.”

“Yours is a lot better than mine, though.”

Pacal was glad he didn’t protest the subtle guidance toward the basement stairs, if he noticed at all. “Well,” he began, grunting slightly at the weight imbalance on the first step. “I’ve been in the league for nearly twenty years. You’ll pick it up.”

“I wanna play hockey forever,” Sirius sighed.

“Give it your best, and you’ll do great things.”

Sirius hummed in acknowledgment, though he seemed a little too focused on holding the railing for Pascal to believe it. They edged their way down two more steps before he glanced up again with an astonished look on his face. “You’ve been in the league as long as I’ve been alive?”

Holy Jesus fucking Christ. His tongue went dry and stiff as leather. “I guess I—” Pascal tipped his head toward the ceiling and let a breath siphon through his nose. He should’ve taken James up on the backyard offer. A spray-down with the hose would do Sirius some good. “I hadn’t, ah. Thought about that. Merci.”

“That’s crazy.”

“Isn’t it just?” Perhaps if he asked nicely, Sirius would kick him down the stairs. It would be kinder. He might even hit his head hard enough to forget the entire evening. Where was the shy boy covered in winter’s first frost when Pascal needed him, anyway?

He winced at the thought. As accidentally-devastating as Sirius was with alcohol coursing through his veins instead of common sense, he couldn’t make himself wish for the opposite. They had only just managed to get his shell open; James better than anyone. There really wasn’t a world where he would trade this newfound vibrancy for anything, but—

His lower back panged when Sirius lurched toward his bed. “Woah.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Sirius muttered. “Tired.”

“Je sais.” Pascal shook his head against the glimmers of pain in his vision and made a mental note to ask Remus about that during their next session. “Pajamas, water, then bed.”

“But—”

“Pajamas, water, bed,” he repeated firmly. “Or skip the pajamas. I don’t care.”

Sirius frowned down at himself, scratching at his cheek. Glossy sparkles spread into an amorphous blob. Exasperation pressed against the inside of Pascal’s ribs; he sat Sirius on the edge of his desk and dampened a washcloth in the bathroom, then returned to his side. “Let me see.”

“See what?”

“Your cheek.”

Dark brows knit. “Not hurt.”

“Just—hold on.”

Sirius was flinching back before the cloth even got close. “Hey, hey, non.”

“You’ve got—”

A forceful push to his wrist made him pause. “Non.”

Pascal blinked. “There’s something on your cheek,” he tried. Sirius watched him with strange, alert suspicion. He held both hands palm-up between them and bit the inside of his lip against the urge to reach again. “Here.”

Silver eyes flickered back and forth in the low lamplight, towel to Pascal to towel to Pascal. Sirius shifted on his perch and took the cloth hesitantly. The rigidity of his torso eased once the gloss-print was gone under a few harsh scrubs, and Pascal took it back without issue.

“I’m not upset with you.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m not upset.” He watched Sirius take two large gulps of water from the bottle on his desk before flopping back on the bed. “I’m just glad you two got home safe.”

Sirius made a faint noise of agreement while he made himself comfortable, tugging at the sheets with little regard for their proper direction. A leg and most of his shoulders stuck out when he finally gave up and pushed the side of his face into the pillow. Pascal tucked the blanket around him on instinct; his heart tugged at the long, contented exhale that followed. “James is so nice to me.”

“He’s your friend.”

“So nice,” Sirius mumbled, almost to himself. His eyes were already half-shut. “Dumo?”

“Ouais?”

“Is James going to play hockey with me forever?”

“Ah.” Of all the questions you could ask. “I think you two do well together on the ice, so there’s no reason to split you up.”

Sirius tucked his knees up beneath the covers and shoved an arm under his pillow. “I don’t want to play hockey forever if James isn’t there.”

Pascal sat on the edge of the desk and crossed his arms across his chest. It had been nearly twenty years since he last checked his blindspot on the ice. There was no need—not while Sergei was there. They had talked about the end, of course, and the after. It went unspoken that they’d probably leave together. Too many jokes about PTA duels would be wasted if they didn’t.

How many nights had they dragged each other home, stumbling and giggling? They had walked nearly four miles the night they won the Cup in Colorado, those glorious quiet hours between being shooed home and when the taxis would answer their phones. Pascal couldn’t recall the last time he had fallen over the welcome mat with Sergei on his heels, instead of being the one holding the door open.

“Sirius?”

“Mhmm.”

“James will stay with you.” There was nobody Pascal would rather have at Sirius’ back, when he thought about it. Not even himself. “If you decide you want to play hockey forever, he will be the first person to sign up with you.”

“You’re not—” A yawn interrupted him, wide enough to make him scrunch his face. “—upset that we were loud?”

“Non. Promise.”

“Merci.” The sheets twisted in Sirius’ fist as he brought them close to his body. His mere twenty years made him look small without a frown and a ‘C’.

“Bonne nuit, mon fils.”

An incoherent mumble was all the answer he received, and more than he expected. He turned the lamp off with a gentle click, leaving Sirius to sink into heavy, even breaths.

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[makoodles]

Father in law Jake that helps his son to understand how different Na'vi pregnancies are different from human ones, na'vi women eat a lot of proteins that are easy to digest, like fish, humans for the other part... "I would die for some fungus soup with that spicy thing that the science guys eat, maybe with some grilled teylu on top" Neteyam is almost horrified by your cravings for the soup of foul and rotten smell with that dammed spicy thing without real flavor, Jake tells him that's normal.

FIL Jake who talks to you and convinces you to put a more human name to his future grandkid, Neytiri isn't thrilled but what can she do? Neteyam wasn't sure about it at first but when he hears it is a derivative of the name "Tommy" he can't say much, and if you're happy with it then it's fine.

FIL Jake that is the one responsible to give your recently born kid to the village chief to be welcomed in the tribe, it was supposed to be Neteyam but since he is supporting you to stand (after a gruesome and long labor) it's his father's duty, so delicate and so tiny that both na'vi warriors are extra careful (the baby is huge by human standard but almost a doll in the eyes of the na'vi) you are just smiling tiredly when the chief says your kids name, Neteyam hugging you to his side and taking your hand with his own and the other to his mother.

FIL Jake that kind of helps you with the outcome of raising a kid as delicate as one of more human features (technically the kid is way more human than the rest), don't get me wrong, of course Neytiri and Neteyam are there to help, but apparently the baby is soothed more quickly with the contact of human skin (soft, warmer and easily pliable), if it's just you two is fine with them but there is an dangerous feeling in the air when anyone from the human base also tried to help you while you take your baby to the human base (they did the collaborative effort to raise spider so they may know one thing or two)

FIL Jake that obviously helps to raise his grandkid, Neytiri is a bit taken back by the fact that her own blood produced such a tiny bean that needs more care than any na'vi child, but she isn't complaining, you can see her or Jake around the village with the tiny baby strapped safely on the back or chest while doing their usual activities.

FIL Jake that sings human songs as lullabies, he goes from Iron maiden to Pink Floyd and Neytiri is almost horrified by some words.

FIL Jake that makes some fun of his son when the habit of the newborn baby to coil his little tail around is more visible than ever even when his tiny eyes are still closed, saying that Neteyam did the very same thing at the same age.

FIL Jake that is, somehow, a very much needed help when you try to give your child a more open vision of human culture to your kid.

I LOVEEEE SUPPORTIVE FATHER IN LAW JAKE GKJAGKSDLG

this is so cuteeee especially the idea of jake and reader bonding over human experiences 😭 and he'd be such a good grandaddy!!

FIL jake would take reader's side in arguments, i just know it

[johnmalevolent]

ive been like having visions of how arthur feels about human connection and what it has to do w his griefs (parents wife daughter) and this part just fuels it more. like we know that he's not the type to reach out to ppl HE FUCKING MISSED HER FUNERAL. yk. where a lot of ppl would mourn the dead and console the family left behind. but arthur couldnt bear to see his wife go, especially after what he'd done (or lack thereof) to her. meanwhile daniel was seeking for a connection, and its not unreasonable that daniel being there was part of why arthur didn't attend. but arthur never went to see daniel. he spent his time working and left his daughter to tess. after faroe's death he talked with daniel but then drove him away once again. until parker reached out to him. and we know he's persistent, and it took some time for arthur to finally open up. arthur never reached out to people, people reached out to him. bella was the one who first took a liking to him too.

and then we have john. the resident entity living in arthur's eyes. suddenly arthur loses his privacy (and remember the prison - "that's not for you." "what?" "my thoughts.") and their situation leaves arthur very vulnerable but after some time they open up to each other etc you get it you've listened to the podcast. its like. john isn't just persistent, he's nagging for arthur to tell him stuff. parker intended to help so he knew topics he could touch and the ones he shouldn't, but i doubt john had the same purpose.

anyway that wasnt my visions i talked at the beginning. my visions are very loosely based on canon, setting place in an ending (or part of the story maybe) where john gets his own body. i see your "arthur misses john and they're touchy all the time" or the touch starved arthur things and i love every single one of them with my john shaped heart but consider. arthur who has not had much deep connection in his life, who felt wrong to live with his wife or have a family, who keep his fil miles away, who has gotten "more scars in a few months than [he does] in a lifetime." imagine him being scared of touch but desperate for a connection. he doesnt have a lot of experience of physical intimacy but he's able to open up to people (james, parker). being separated from john changes a Lot of how they interact because they are in a way touchy with each other but also not really?? also arthur was the one to bring it up so cheerfully like "maybe you could get a body of your own!" but you know what happened to everyone around arthur who isn't john. they leave. even john came back (REMEMBER THE MINEEEEES. "john :'( you remenber :'( you have your hand back :'( let me shake it :'(" insane cinema). he feels bad for feeling bad that john has his own body. he doesnt want to feel like he wishes john were less free/confined in his mind still but he does wish that john were still with him. despite john being in front of him listening to him just as he always did. SORRY FOR BEING INSANE ON MAIN I NEED TO FUCK OFF TO A DESERTED ISLAND WITH NO INTERNET SOMEWHERE IF YOU WANT THIS BLOG TO BE NORMAL ABOUT MALEVOLENT. WHICH IS NEVER

[paranoidginger]

Lab-rat part 21

Tw: N/A

The young man's throat felt dry and gritty as he swallowed a small bit of saliva, a quiet, weak little sound escaping him as he heard the Spy's voice, out of focus and barely understandable. He gave a slow blink, his vision blurry and bright as he tilted his head slightly towards the source of the familiar voice. Even after days of having his system flushed, his eyes were still glossy, his pupils overly dilated and unreactive to light as the Spy's outline came into view.

Bait took a shaky breath as the man called for the Medic. The Spy was nearly unrecognizable, his face unshaven and stubbled, his salt and pepper hair unkempt and frazzled. His usual clean style had been discarded almost entirely, his suit traded in for a pair of comfortable jeans and a white button-down, a set of dark bags framing the space beneath his eyes. He sat back down after shouting for the team's doctor, gently squeezing Bait's hand and speaking soft words of encouragement, to which the boy weakly responded with the slight squeeze of his father's hand.

The moment of lucidity was cut short, however, the clone's head rolling back to his previous position as his eyes lulled into the back of his head, the weak grip on the Spy's hand loosening and falling limp soon after the Medic entered the small curtained room. The hope that crossed the two men's faces was quickly overwhelmed by a deep seeded worry and fear for the boy as the Spy gently grabbed Bait, shaking him in attempts to bring him back to consciousness.

"Non! No no no! Wake up! S'il te plaît, mon fils. Stay awake!" There was panic in the man's voice as he lightly shook his clone, the heart monitor still steadily beeping away. As time went on without a response, he eventually gave up on the desperate motion, drawing in shaking breaths as he rested his head against the young man's chest, whispering soft pleas for him to wake back up.

"Jaques... Maybe it is better to let him rest. Even just a few moments of being awake is a good sign!" The Medic attempted to reassure the Spy, still visibly concerned over the Clone's state as he patted the other man's back. Hearing his name, his actual name, the spy could not help but feel his breath hitch in his throat. He knew that he was safe, but all the same, hearing his name spoken aloud was a rare and startling occurrence. "You need your rest as vell, mein freund. You have barely left his side since ve got him back, it makes me vorry for you. I'm sure zhe ozhers vant some time alone vith him also, you know zhat he is in good hands here. I promise zhat I vill get you if anyzhing happens vith his progress."

The Spy nodded, looking down at the unconscious boy, the doppelganger of his younger self. Bait's eyes were half lidded, his face pale and scarred around his lips... If not for the shallow, yet steady, rise and fall of his chest, and the gentle beeps of the heart monitor, one would think he had left the land of the living and giving in to the cold embrace of death. Carefully, the Medic helped Spy to his feet, brushing the other man off slightly as he took a hesitant step away from his clone. Jaques could not find words to thank the Medic, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes as he looked to the slightly taller man as he began to finally speak.

"I know you'll keep him safe... Just... If he wakes up while I am away, make sure he knows I have been with him as long as possible..."

"Of course, Herr Spy. I promise I vill tell him. Now go, you need your rest, Mac misses you." The Medic took the seat Jaques had been sitting in, beginning to carefully check on the unconscious young man in his recovery bed as the Spy pulled his balaclava over his face and began to make his way out of the medical bay.

The Red medic sat restrained and sedated in one of the empty storage rooms. It seemed that he had finally lost his mind completely, his previous care for his team wiped from his mind, thrashing and fighting replaced with silent, aggressive brooding as that little voice whispered to him, the same way it had since the incident. The same voice that urged him to turn the RED base into a bloodbath whenever he had first allowed the demon to cohabitate his body.

The only ones of his teammates who were willing to care for him were the engineer, pyro, and the sniper. Even Misha had stopped coming to visit as the Medic's mind continued to twist and warp. Jane Doe, the Red Soldier visited more, however, doing what he could remember from his brief period as an exorcist.

After days of radio silence, the woman loaded onto her little moped, racing off towards the Red base.

Battles had been planned and scheduled by the administrator during the handful of days after Bait's return to the Blu base, only to be brushed off by both teams. Red was down a member, and the Blu team was far too concerned with making sure the newest member of their team would be alright... If another stalemate happened, all of them were at risk of being terminated, an outcome that the Administrator's assistant didn't much like the idea of.

Finding new mercenaries would fall to her, and her alone. Aside from that, however, Pauling could not help but feel a slight twinge of... Care? Worry? She was meant to stay neutral, it was her job to stay neutral, but she couldn't help but find that she rather liked the current teams of mercenaries.

Part 20

@thatonesimp-e @gravitytrips @aniolleq @realccre

[trekwiz]

I used Tumblr's feedback function about the recent changes. But, fuck, it was hard to get it short enough. It had to be under "5,000" characters--but the system's broken so it required me to get it to around 4,700. I don't think the short version makes as much sense, but I'll provide it under a cut. And I'll follow with a long version.

You want to drive engagement: that means being more fun than nuisance.

We hate snoozing Live. Disrespecting users' preferences and giving busy work means you'll never convert us to Live users: you've only built resentment.

Some users turn off push notifications for being annoying. What does Tumblr have that requires urgency? A friend who needs a ride to the ER is not asking on the fun meme site. When you push notifications, it's your decision to get my attention, instead of my choice. There's no way to spin this as a positive.

The persistent banner in "Activity" warning that notifications are off, is a rude reminder that you feel entitled to my attention. Your intention to SPAM users like me is worse, but we're the kind of users who are also motivated to click “Report Spam” to hurt your domain score in retaliation.

Users hate algorithms. Most users turn off “in your orbit” etc. They made your site harder to use--it's confusing and awkward to see posts of unexpected origin. I had a look at the separate feeds, but I haven't used them again. The chronological feed is more appealing.

Users don't want your vision of condensed reblogs. You'll destroy popular memes that only work in the current format, such as the speech bubble gag. You will lose users if this humor is tough or impossible. 2 better ways of rolling this out: 1. Offer it in the editor, like polls. Users will choose when threaded is better. 2. Offer a toggle on posts. This allows threads to be viewed when it makes sense.

Users like duplicate reblogs. This is social bonding, unique to Tumblr. duplicates show which mutuals share your tastes. The joke about seeing the same post shared by 5 mutuals is endearing, not derogatory.

Be more thoughtful with your ads. You have a lot of LGBT users. Why show ads from a hate organization like Chik-Fil-A ads? It's very offputting.

Don't "fix" the things you do well; improve where you're doing poorly.

Search needs work.

Users who remove their blog from search are confused when they can't use the search bar inside their blog. They turn on favorite tags which can't be used in that case. It would help to have an option to enable search only from within the blog.

Search is inconsistent. I can type a whole post from days ago, with no results. It's not clear why some posts aren't searchable.

I want duplicates in my feed, not search.

Sometimes I lose a post after an accidental refresh. An option to search blogs I follow would help.

Add search to the follower/ing lists. And if you follow someone called 1Funny1 now, it would help to know that they were NotJoking8 when you followed last year.

Fixing search might seem low impact. But it's probably the one thing that will stop users from calling the site broken. That will encourage new users to join.

We want a "mutuals" badge. You're mimicking the worst parts of social media, but we love friend lists. An indication of who's a mutual is helpful. It should increase engagement as well!

Your hate speech policy needs improvement. The bar to remove LGBT-phobic content is too high. The "mundane political speech" has deadly consequences. Allowing LGBT-phobic content if it's "not extreme" normalizes attacks on our human rights--you're influencing public policy by treating these ideas as if they're civil, despite the harm. And we deserve a place to escape the hate.

Next, there are better ways to spotlight content. You could build a tab for curation. 3 kinds: 1. Official Tumblr Curators 2. Sponsored Curators ($), and 3. User Curators. Users should be able to select which type they see at any time. This should include categories for browsing, and search. They should highlight bloggers, especially creators. This allows users to find new content organically, instead of being forced--this is a marketable feature.

For revenue: Editor+. A robust text editor that matches Google Docs, etc, with unique Tumblr enhancements, like a way to favorite gifs and emojis for faster use, and a meme generator--something that fits the most common meme formats but allows quick insertion of text and graphics. Those exist elsewhere, but integration is convenient. That means value to the user.

You should also leverage the Marketplace better. Gifting would be great for digital products. Send DoorDash gift cards, or gift an online watch party or music through Tumblr. The Marketplace is a lot more appealing if it can include useful services.

Closing thought: after a bonus at work, I was about to go ad-free. But the announced changes will be more nuisance than fun: I can't imagine staying here if you make the site unusable. These are obvious errors that will decrease your userbase, and it's surprising that you didn't immediately realize this.

[country-corner]

This is so funny. We was looking at property online, when my wife saw one in an area we like and asked me to open it. It was just plain land. Trees and a nice natural pond, but no well, septic system or buildings. The land is under timber tax, so the property tax is extremely low.

She looked at me and asked if it would be possible to take a portion off timber tax status for the "homestead." Just the our Realtor called and she said yes we could.

So, for the rest of the day, my wife has had me calling well drillers and septic installers for (rough) quotes since we don't have an actual address yet. Looking up used single wide trailer house prices and the cost to move them. Also looking up the prices for canvas wall tents.

She now wants to buy plain land, camp on the property while setting it up the way we want, instead of taking someone else's vision and adapting to what we want. We know our daughter and my FIL will be upset. They'll think I talked her into doing this, because in the past they've said they can't see my wife, as some of you know has CP and Epilepsy, tent camping. They forget that my wife and I both love camping and have done it many times, including winter camping with our daughter.

But, if we do this it will actually be cheaper and we would get more land.

[mi4012ravinkaperera]

Assessment 01  - independent work

IN THE SHADOWS OF THE MOON

“In the shadow of the moon” fil the opening scene opens with a haunting vision of Philadelphia  in 2024, flooded with destruction , fire raging across the city and an eerie sense of  “DOOM”. The view of collapsing buildings , smoke-filled skies and scattered pieces of rubbish and remains,  immediately raises the question >>> “What led to this devastation?” Before the audience can process the devastation the film suddenly jumps back to the year 1988, introducing a officer Thomas Lockhart, a young and ambitious cop eager to prove himself.  This sudden shift from a apocalypse future to a seemingly normal past creates a stark contrast that fuels tension throughout the film…

From the moment Lockhart begins investigating a string of inexplicable murders, the weight of the opening scene looms over the narrative. Every clue he uncovers and every decision he makes feels like a step toward the catastrophic future the audience has already glimpsed. His obsession with solving the case intensifies, leading him down a relentless path that spans decades. As time jumps forward and the mystery deepens, it becomes increasingly clear that the line between hero and villain is blurred

THEMES AND SYMBOLISM IN THE OPENING SCENE  

The opening scene of In the Shadow of the Moon is rich in symbolism and themes that set the tone for the entire film.

Fate and Inevitability - The chaotic vision of Philadelphia in 2024 foreshadows an unavoidable disaster, reinforcing the theme of predestination. The audience is left wondering whether the events leading to this destruction can be altered or if they are inevitable.

Obsession and Consequences – The burning city represents the devastating cost of obsession. As the film progresses, it becomes clear that the protagonist, Lockhart, plays a key role in the events leading up to this moment. His relentless pursuit of the truth mirrors the fires consuming the city—both fueled by an unstoppable force.

Time and Cycles – The stark contrast between the post-apocalyptic future and the relatively normal past suggests a cyclical nature to the story. This visual contrast hints at the film’s exploration of how actions ripple across time, affecting the future in ways the characters may not foresee.

Moral Ambiguity – The scene does not reveal whether the destruction is the result of good or evil actions, setting up the film’s theme of moral complexity. It challenges the audience to question whether the protagonist’s pursuit of justice is truly righteous or if it contributes to the very catastrophe he seeks to prevent.

>> ( this is Lockhart ) <<

As Lockhart’s investigation continues, the tension mounts, and the audience is left wondering whether he is preventing the future disaster or unknowingly causing it. The film masterfully plays with this uncertainty, making every moment feel like a countdown to the inevitable. His choices, once driven by a desire to protect, begin to spiral into something darker, revealing the unintended consequences of obsession. By the time the film returns to 2024, the true meaning of the opening scene becomes clear. The destruction was not just an abstract dystopian event—it was the direct result of Lockhart’s journey, shaped by his relentless pursuit of the truth. The cyclical nature of the story reinforces its tragic themes, showing how fate and obsession intertwine in ways that cannot be undone. What began as a simple investigation evolves into a profound meditation on destiny, sacrifice, and the unintended ripple effects of one man’s actions.

>>> this is the opening scene for the film " In the Shadows Of the Moon" enjoyyyy

the assessment is to Rework the opening scene from a different angle to the original opening scene of the chosen film and the plot/ characters should remain the same.

as you can see i have one film that i have chosen to do that and i have 2 more yayyy!! my brain is working soo much my brain it self can't keep up :')

there will be more updated today ( coz its like 1:00 am :>)

I Back with the last update!! YIPPYYY

Reworked Opening Scene – In the Shadow of the Moon

Scene Description (Alternative Opening)

Instead of opening with a wide shot of a destroyed Philadelphia in 2024, the scene begins in a dimly lit apartment. A police radio crackles in the background. The camera moves through the room, revealing newspaper clippings pinned to a wall—each one featuring mysterious deaths over the years. A detective's notebook, its pages filled with frantic scribbles and symbols, lies open beside an old coffee cup.

Suddenly, an explosion rumbles in the distance, shaking the apartment windows. The detective—Thomas Lockhart—rushes to the window. Through the glass, we see fire spreading across the city, sirens wailing, and the skyline burning. The camera lingers on his weary face as he exhales sharply, the weight of years of obsession evident in his eyes.

The scene then transitions seamlessly—without a hard cut—into 1988. The warm glow of streetlights replaces the burning city, and we see a younger Lockhart, full of ambition, racing toward his first crime scene. The audience recognizes the same determination in his face, but now it is youthful and eager, untouched by the burden of years.

How This Alternative Opening Contributes to the Original Storyline

Stronger Character Focus – Instead of starting with a broad view of destruction, this version immediately introduces Lockhart’s personal struggle. It centers on his obsession and how deeply the case has consumed him over the years.

Seamless Time Transition – Instead of an abrupt cut from 2024 to 1988, the transition is smoother, creating a visual and emotional link between the older, broken Lockhart and his younger, hopeful self. This makes the audience more invested in his journey.

Foreshadowing and Mystery – The presence of newspaper clippings and notebooks gives early hints about the mystery, subtly preparing the audience for the idea that this is not just a regular crime story but something deeper and more complex.

More Emotional Impact – By beginning with a close, intimate moment rather than a large-scale catastrophe, the audience immediately connects with Lockhart. We feel his exhaustion and desperation before we even fully understand what led him to this point.

This reworked opening enhances the original film’s themes of obsession, time, and fate while making the transition between timelines more fluid and emotionally engaging.

{this is one of my favorite opening scene so it was a bit challenging to rework it but i had fun even though my i can see smoke coming from my head }

any who that you for reading !!!

[definitionsby-um]

My January 2025

- Started working in the new year happily. I was not fully recovered from my high fever and cough I got during the trip but I started work as planned. I gave out the souvenirs for colleagues and Jo! They all appreciated it and said their thanks.

- I finally met my class children in N1(C).

- I struggled to get into the groove of working again and was honestly still in holiday mode mentally. Hahaha!

- My period was a new cycle and it was a long one. I had to take 2 days of MC. I got to rest and recover fully so I am grateful for that time out.

- Ended the month off on a good note as I assisted classes around the school. I got to relax and not have to think so I was grateful. Then I reached the CNY break of 5 days!

- The CNY break went by fast but I used the time as best as I could. I tidied up the home, built and set up my new study table Mum bought me (!!!) and I organised my study table back in my room and it is beautiful! I’m using the Mac computer and it is spacious and neat which I love! Alhamdu lil lah. I’m so happy about it. I can’t wait to get the time to make use of it and start reading, writing, planning, doodling, colouring, creating my vision boards… Everything and anything creative! Masha Allah. Alhamdu lil lah.

- It was a great end for the previous year when I went on the holiday with Mum and Sis and it was a great way to start the new year as well. I’m very much thankful for the entire experience especially the visit to Makkah. I’m gonna give this year my utmost best with bismillah. I can do it, in shaa Allah. Ameen. Rabbanaaa aatina fid dunyaa hasanatanw wa fil aakhirati hasanatanw wa qinaa azaaban Naar (Our Lord! Give us good in this world and good in the Hereafter, and defend us from the torment of the Fire!)

[ecosmining]

What Is Filecoin? Exploring the Leading Decentralized Storage Network

Filecoin is a decentralized storage network that aims to change the way we store and share data. It provides a way to store files in a more secure and private manner, using blockchain technology to support its distributed network. This system offers a more open and accessible way to manage data, offering numerous benefits for businesses and individuals alike.

What Is Filecoin?

Filecoin is a decentralized storage network that lets users rent out unused hard drive space. It connects users who need storage with those who have extra storage capacity. Developed by Protocol Labs, Filecoin uses blockchain tech to ensure data security, privacy, and full transparency.

In simple terms, Filecoin transforms unused storage into a global decentralized network. Users can rent or sell storage space to others and get paid in FIL tokens. This eliminates reliance on centralized cloud providers like Amazon Web Services or Google Cloud. Data is stored across a distributed network of miners, making it more secure and resilient.

As Filecoin’s whitepaper explains, the project aims to “create a decentralized storage market for data.” This reduces dependence on traditional cloud systems, offering more control over privacy and security. The shift to decentralized storage also makes data less vulnerable to censorship.

Filecoin works seamlessly with the InterPlanetary File System (IPFS), which allows for decentralized file sharing. Filecoin acts as the blockchain-based incentive system to ensure that file sharing is reliable and sustainable. Together, these technologies power the next-gen decentralized apps (dApps) and Web3 services.

The Basics of Filecoin

Filecoin is built on three key components: miners, the FIL token, and the marketplace. Here’s how each one works:

FIL Token: The native cryptocurrency that fuels transactions within the Filecoin network. FIL is used to pay for storage space, transaction fees, and incentives between clients and miners.

Miners: These users offer available storage space and validate data. They get rewarded with FIL tokens for storing files. Miners also play a crucial role in ensuring the network’s integrity.

Marketplace: A decentralized platform where users can buy or sell storage space. It ensures that transactions are transparent and fair, with pricing determined by supply and demand.

Filecoin’s decentralized storage model has huge benefits: it reduces risks of data loss, prevents censorship, and eliminates downtime. Unlike traditional providers, Filecoin ensures your data is accessible anywhere, anytime.

How Filecoin Works: The Technology Behind It

Filecoin uses blockchain technology to power its decentralized storage system. It operates using two consensus mechanisms:

Proof of Storage and Proof of Spacetime.

Proof of Storage: This ensures that miners actually store the data they claim to. It verifies the availability and security of your data at any given moment.

Proof of Spacetime: A time-based proof that guarantees the data is stored for a specific duration. It helps ensure that the storage process is both accurate and lasting.

Here’s a step-by-step breakdown of how Filecoin works:

A client uploads data to the Filecoin network.

Miners offer storage space and store the data.

Proofs are generated through Proof of Storage and Proof of Spacetime.

Miners get FIL tokens as rewards for verifying and storing the data.

The Vision of a Decentralized Storage Network

Filecoin’s long-term vision is to make data storage decentralized, accessible, and cost-efficient for everyone. As Protocol Labs states, “Filecoin provides a new way to store data with integrity and privacy.”

By decentralizing storage, Filecoin ensures that no single entity can control or censor data. This shift to decentralized infrastructure is vital for Web3, a decentralized internet where users have more control over their personal data. As censorship-resistant systems become more crucial, Filecoin helps businesses and individuals reclaim privacy and security in an increasingly connected world.

Decentralization allows for transparency, open access, and enhanced security. Filecoin creates an economy around data storage that embodies these principles, empowering users to engage in a storage marketplace where they control their assets.

The Role of Filecoin in the Crypto Ecosystem

Filecoin plays a crucial role in the crypto ecosystem by introducing decentralized storage into a space that was traditionally dominated by centralized cloud providers. It’s not just about storing files; it’s about creating a new, decentralized data economy that’s more secure, scalable, and transparent.

Many decentralized apps (dApps) and Web3 projects rely on Filecoin for secure and scalable data storage. Integrating Filecoin helps ensure their data is safely stored, with verifiable integrity, and remains easily accessible. This makes Filecoin an essential component of the decentralized web.

Why Decentralized Storage Matters

Centralized cloud storage systems from providers like Amazon and Google are vulnerable to several risks. These include:

Data breaches: Centralized systems are prime targets for hackers, exposing large amounts of user data.

Censorship: Centralized providers can remove or restrict access to data for any reason.

Downtime: When centralized servers go down, millions of users worldwide can be affected.

Filecoin solves these issues by offering a decentralized alternative. Data is distributed across a global network, making it far more difficult for malicious actors to compromise the entire system. Its decentralized nature also ensures that users retain complete control over their data, making it much less prone to censorship.

Key Features of Filecoin

Filecoin stands out from traditional storage solutions thanks to several unique features:

Incentivized Storage: Miners earn FIL tokens by offering storage and validating data, creating a dynamic, self-sustaining economy.

Verifiable Proofs: Proof of Storage and Proof of Spacetime ensure that data is always available and secure.

Decentralization: Unlike centralized cloud services, Filecoin spreads data across a global network, reducing the risk of failure.

Scalability: As more miners join, the network grows. Filecoin’s decentralized design allows it to scale efficiently.

Security: Data is encrypted, fragmented, and distributed, making it much harder for malicious actors to access it.

Cost Efficiency: Compared to traditional cloud storage, Filecoin offers a cheaper and more flexible solution.

Access to Web3: Filecoin powers decentralized applications (dApps) and smart contracts, essential for the Web3 revolution.

Market Efficiency: Filecoin’s marketplace ensures competitive pricing for storage services, helping clients and miners find fair deals.

Filecoin offers a more secure, transparent, and cost-efficient alternative to traditional cloud storage, and as adoption grows, it’s likely to become a key infrastructure piece for the decentralized internet.

Read the continuation at the link.

[jakesealblackhangar]

Jake Seal Black Hangar Discusses Mentorship’s Role in Filmmaking

Mentorship is a powerful force in the film industry, shaping the careers of aspiring filmmakers and enabling seasoned professionals to pass on their knowledge and skills to a new generation. Jake Seal Black Hangar Studios, a filmmaker and producer with a wealth of industry experience, emphasizes the essential role mentorship plays in filmmaking. From inspiring creativity to teaching practical skills, mentorship supports the future of the film industry by fostering talent, encouraging innovation, and cultivating a collaborative spirit.

Why Mentorship Matters in Filmmaking

Filmmaking is a challenging yet rewarding field, requiring a blend of creative vision, technical expertise, and perseverance. For newcomers, navigating this complex industry can be daunting. Mentorship provides a pathway for aspiring filmmakers to learn directly from experienced professionals, gaining insight into both the creative and business aspects of filmmaking.

Learning the Craft from Industry Experts

One of the most valuable aspects of mentorship in filmmaking is the opportunity to learn the craft from someone with firsthand experience. Mentors like Jake Seal offer guidance on the technical elements of filmmaking, from directing and cinematography to editing and sound design. Learning directly from industry experts allows mentees to develop a strong foundation in the art and science of filmmaking.

Mentorship also provides practical insights that are difficult to acquire in a classroom setting. For example, understanding how to manage a set, communicate effectively with a crew, and work under budget constraints are skills often learned through experience. A mentor can help aspiring filmmakers understand the nuances of these practical aspects, better preparing them for real-world challenges.

Building a Strong Network in the Film Industry

The film industry is a collaborative field where relationships play a significant role in career development. For newcomers, building a network can be challenging. Mentors can introduce their mentees to other industry professionals, providing access to connections that can lead to new opportunities. Jake Seal Black Hangar Studios believes that a strong network is essential for filmmakers, as collaboration often drives creative success.

By connecting with seasoned professionals through their mentors, mentees can gain insights into different roles within the industry, from producers and directors to screenwriters and editors. This networking aspect of mentorship opens doors and helps emerging filmmakers understand the full scope of career possibilities available in the film industry.

Encouraging Creative Risk-Taking and Innovation

Mentors also encourage creative risk-taking, essential for filmmaking growth and innovation. The guidance of an experienced mentor can give young filmmakers the confidence to push boundaries, experiment with new techniques, and pursue their unique vision. Jake Seal emphasizes the importance of originality in filmmaking, noting that a mentor’s encouragement can inspire filmmakers to embrace their creativity and bring fresh perspectives to their work.

Mentorship provides a safe space for mentees to explore their ideas, make mistakes, and learn from those experiences. By fostering an environment where experimentation is encouraged, mentors help develop filmmakers who are not only technically skilled but also creatively bold and resilient.

Mentorship as a Two-Way Street

While mentorship benefits emerging filmmakers, it is also rewarding for mentors. Mentorship allows experienced professionals like Jake Seal Black Hangar to reflect on their career journey and share the lessons they’ve learned along the way. In addition, working with young talent often brings fresh perspectives and ideas that can inspire seasoned filmmakers.

Through mentoring, Jake Seal and other industry veterans can stay connected to evolving trends and techniques in filmmaking, ensuring that their skills remain relevant. This exchange of knowledge benefits the industry as a whole, fostering a culture of learning and collaboration that drives continual growth.

Practical Steps for Aspiring Filmmakers to Find a Mentor

For aspiring filmmakers, finding a mentor can be transformative. Here are some practical steps to connect with a mentor in the industry:

Attend Film Events and Networking Opportunities: Film festivals, workshops, and industry panels are excellent places to meet potential mentors and connect with like-minded professionals.

Seek Out Internship and Assistant Positions: Working on a film set or in a production studio offers hands-on experience and the chance to meet experienced filmmakers who may be open to mentoring.

Engage with the Film Community Online: Social media platforms and professional networks like LinkedIn provide opportunities to connect with filmmakers, share your work, and demonstrate your passion and commitment to the craft.

Be Open and Eager to Learn: Approach potential mentors with a genuine willingness to learn and grow. Building a mentor-mentee relationship is a two-way street that requires trust, respect, and a shared commitment to the craft of filmmaking.

Mentorship’s Impact on the Future of Filmmaking

Mentorship is more than just teaching technical skills; it’s about instilling values, encouraging creative exploration, and building a resilient, supportive community of filmmakers. Jake Seal Black Hangar believes that by investing in mentorship, the film industry can create a legacy of innovation, creativity, and collaboration that inspires future generations. Mentorship is a gateway to success for aspiring filmmakers, providing the skills, support, and connections needed to make their mark in the industry.

By fostering mentorship, the film industry strengthens its own future and empowers individuals to create meaningful, impactful stories that resonate with audiences worldwide.

[miyamoratsumuu]

HI FRANSSS I MISSED YOU !! Consider this my weekly check up too <3

Not sure about you, but I didn't have school today and I wouldn't on monday either cause of the holidayss I love it when they move the holiday to friday and monday so that we can have a long weekend😍 Anyways how have you beenn? Don't worry about replying late to my asks it's no problemmm school is literally so stressful 🤕

I hate our major task for AP and Fil so muchh we gotta read a story and roleplay something related to it, but it also has to be persuading the audience and related to economics 😓 This is so hard to think about ongg, but I will start on the "Kung nag md siya nang naka black" this weekend hopefully!! or on monday🥲 honestly I'd probably end up working on it on the weekend and cram on monday

also I was so shocked to see that you guys wear traditional clothes on multiple days cause we only wear them oncee

Anyways please do rant too!!! I wanna hear what you to sayyyy

I MISSED YOU MOREE LOUUU

I didn't have school today too!! well yesterday now bc it's saturday and friday yesterday ykykyk BUT IKR?? like yas give us that 4 day long weekend 🥰🥰

I've been okayy, we have tons of things to get done over the weekend again (teachers sure did want to make use of the long weekend</3) but I think I could get it done 💪🏻 one of the things we have to get done is another one of our business proposals!! but this time, it's for our booth during intrams/foundation week hihi my group and I decided on a summer theme (it's called Summer Serenade)

but we're presenting again on wednesday and it's like the full blown thing (company name, company logo, vision and mission, tagline, 5 food products, 5 accessory products, target customer, kiosk/booth theme and design) I'm genuinely ao nervous but so excited bc I want us to nail this BECAUSE we have like four groups in the class, and each group will present. whatever group's idea gets the most votes, that's the kiosk/booth idea we will do when intrams come around 🙏🏼 AND PLSPSLSPSLPLEASE I WANT TO DO OUR IDEA SO BADDDD

honestly, major tasks in AP and fil are the ones I dislike the most 😞 idk what it is about them, but they always end up being so difficult for me (maybe it's bc I'm way more fluent in english than in filipino but oh well) GOODLUCK ON YOUR MAJOR TASK THOUGH!! ik you'll do great, babe 🫶🏻

YEYSEYSYES OMGGJGN I'm so excited to see it!! PERO STOPP SERO IN A BLACK BUTTON UP POLO LOU AAAAGHHSHWBDKWN but yk I think it'll be the same for me, I'll work on my smau seriss this weekend then cram on monday 🤗 I can do it dw you guys I'm a professional crammer 🙏🏼🙏🏼

we wear them once a week every friday 😞 I only have one top so I wear that every week (I have it washed first ofc) but I wear different skirts every week bc maarte ako like that 😸 and yeah I think I'll keep wearing heels cause I don't want to buy another set of slippers ik I'll only wear three to four weeks every year 😅

[jeanlouiecastillo]

“Jean Louie Castillo: The Visionary Fashion Designer Dressing the Stars

Jean Louie Castillo is quickly becoming a name synonymous with cutting-edge fashion, where bold creativity meets the avant-garde. Known for his daring designs and unique approach to style, Castillo has made a significant impact on the fashion world by dressing some of the most recognizable names in entertainment and music.

A Designer to the Stars

Castillo’s work has graced the likes of celebrities who are no strangers to pushing boundaries. Pop sensation Demi Lovato, known for their fearless fashion choices, has been spotted in Castillo’s designs, embracing his distinct aesthetic. Bree Runway, the genre-defying music artist, has also been seen in his creations, further cementing Castillo’s reputation as a designer for those who dare to stand out.

The influence of Castillo’s designs extends to the world of Eurovision, where Bambie Thug turned heads in one of his standout pieces. Meanwhile, rising star Jazmin Bean and YouTube sensation Brad Mondo have both embraced Castillo’s unique style, adding to the growing list of celebrities who look to him for their most eye-catching outfits.

A Force in Drag and Rock Music

Castillo’s influence isn’t limited to mainstream pop culture. He has made significant inroads into the drag community, dressing Black Peppa and Le Fil, both of whom have gained fame on *Drag Race UK*. His designs have helped these performers make unforgettable statements on stage, reflecting Castillo’s deep understanding of performance art and its intersection with fashion.

His connection to the rock world is equally impressive. Castillo has styled Oli Sykes, the frontman of the iconic band Bring Me The Horizon, known for blending fashion with music in a way that resonates with fans worldwide. This collaboration led to Castillo meeting the entire band, alongside renowned stylist Callum Smith. His ongoing partnership with rock singer and close friend Kid Brunswick highlights Castillo’s versatility and ability to infuse his designs with the raw energy of rock music.

Media Spotlight and Industry Recognition

Castillo’s innovative work has not gone unnoticed by the fashion press. He has been featured multiple times in *Dazed* and *i-D* magazines, two of the most influential publications in the industry. These features have showcased his ability to blend high fashion with subcultural influences, earning him a dedicated following among fashion insiders and enthusiasts alike.

His reach extends to mainstream media as well, having appeared on *Access Hollywood*, where his designs were introduced to a wider audience. This exposure has helped Castillo build a global reputation, making him one of the most exciting designers to watch.

A Dominant Force in Queer Fashion

In addition to dressing celebrities, Castillo has made his mark on the runway with his involvement in several high-profile fashion shows. He has showcased his collections at the London Queer Fashion Show, a platform known for celebrating diversity and challenging traditional norms in fashion. His work has also been a highlight at Monsterqueen, Wraith Club, and Club Vanitas in London, each show further solidifying his status as a leader in the queer fashion movement.

Looking Ahead

As Jean Louie Castillo continues to push the boundaries of fashion, his influence only grows. With a portfolio that includes dressing some of the biggest names in entertainment, being featured in top fashion publications, and participating in groundbreaking fashion shows, Castillo is poised to redefine the fashion landscape for years to come.

Whether he’s creating looks for the stage, the screen, or the runway, Jean Louie Castillo remains committed to his vision: a world where fashion is an unapologetic expression of individuality, creativity, and boldness. For those who follow his work, one thing is certain—this is just the beginning.”

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