#so I probably need the instructor :p

[rafeandonlyrafe]

the bosses daughter part two

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ only, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mentions of past hookups, semi public sex, almost caught, golfer!rafe

part one / part two

“who are you looking at?” your dad questions, pressing his face to the window, but there's too many people mulling around to realize who your eyes are on.

“jesus.” you groan and pull the curtains shut. “no one! i was just looking outside at the storm coming in.”

“i don't believe you!” your dad calls as you stomp away. it's telling enough how often you've been at the club, and it's only a matter of time for him to realize that your drop ins are lining up with a certain instructors schedule.

you pull out your phone as you take a seat on the couch, navigating to rafes number. you exchanged it after your third hookup and have been texting nonstop since.

you quickly type out a message, knowing rafe will read it once he's done with his lesson.

supposed to storm soon. dad will notice if any carts are still out. meet you in the storage closet?

you wait for your dad to leave, probably heading back to his office or to scold some employee before you head towards the storage closet, knowing rafe is aware of the one you're talking about.

you sit down at the bench in the hallway, waiting until you hear the familiar footsteps of rafe walking down the hall.

“hi.” you stand up with a smile, pressing a kiss to his lips despite not being fully concealed, not too worried about the risk in the isolated area of the country club.

“hey gorgeous.” rafe opens the door and pulls you inside, listening to the chorus of your giggles.

“how was your lesson?” you ask as you both undress, ashamed that this will have to be another quickie, but knowing you need each other's bodies too bad to wait a moment longer.

“good.” rafe hums. “braxtons almost got his swing down.”

“aw, good for him.”

the moment all of your clothes are piled on the floor, the conversation stops abruptly as your lips meet each other's, kissing passionately.

“come here baby.” rafe presses your back to the door, hands cupping your cheeks as he kisses you, getting so easily lost in your lips.

“come on.” you giggle, pulling away after a couple minutes of kissing. “we can't take too long. dad almost caught me watching you.”

“mmm, you just can't get enough can you?” rafe laughs, hands reaching under your thighs to pull you up. your legs lock around his hips, feeling his cock already hard and pressing against your stomach.

rafes lips are on yours again to swallow your moans as he angles his hips then pushes inside of you, cock feeling just right now that it's at home in your pussy.

“quiet.” rafe reminds you as he pulls away. sure, the likelihood of anyone walking down the hallway is incredibly rare, but he doesn't want to risk not being able to fuck you anymore.

rafe waits for you to nod before beginning to pump his hips forward, the only sounds being what escapes through your clenched lips and the sound of skin slapping together.

“so good and tight for me baby.” rafe whispers, burying his head in your neck. his lips quickly find the spot that he knows drives you wild, sucking a spot that will be hidden from view underneath your shirt collar, adding to his previous collection of hickeys left from past encounters.

“fff… faster.” you manage to say in a soft voice. 

rafe responds instantly, increasing his pace as you begin to bring your hips up and down, bouncing the best you can while still being hoisted in the air.

“that's it, baby.” rafe praises your effort. 

“god, your cock is just-” you gasp at a particularly hard thrust. “so perfect.”

“wait.” rafe pauses suddenly with his cock buried as deep inside of you as he can get it.

he presses his ear to the wood of the door, waiting and listening as footsteps make their way down the hallway. “shit.” rafe whispers.

“keep moving.” you whine in rafes ear. “please.”

“baby, shh.” rafe places a hand over your mouth, but you're not satisfied, hips pushing forward and back to force rafes cock to continue moving, needing to cum.

“you're gonna get us caught, dirty girl.” rafe whispers harshly in your ear, but he begins to help you bounce on his cock.

rafe listens carefully as the footsteps pass by the storage room and make their way out the rarely used back door.

“they're gone.” rafe says, slamming you hard against the door, hips pounding punishingly hard inside of you, cock swelling inside of you, a tell tale sign of his high approaching.

“harder.” you squeal. rafe isn't sure he can push himself any more, but he is willing to try for you, glad when your back arches forward, chest pressing into his as you cum with a not so quiet moan.

the pulsating squeezing of your cunt around his cock has rafe cumming hard, letting out low groans himself as he finishes off with a few pumps, riding out your orgasms together.

“fuck, you almost got us caught.” rafe laughs, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as he eases you off his cock carefully, hands staying on your hips until your feet are firmly on the floor.

“just can't resist you.” you giggle, grabbing your clothes and starting to get redressed. “i do hate all this sneaking around though.”

“you know…” rafe says, tugging his shirt over his head. “i say fuck it. let's just ask your dad if we can date. as much as i love fucking you after every shift, id like to also take you out and not just settle for texting you.”

“i guess it doesn't hurt to ask.” you shrug.

--

“dad…” you step into his office, rafe close behind you. “we wanted to talk to you about something.”

your dad stands up from behind his desk, his height imposing as his face twists to a sour one.

“and what would that be?” he looks past you at rafe.

“sir, i wanted to ask your permission to take your daughter out on a date. i will have her home by 10 pm.”

your dad's eyebrows raise up before he quickly wipes the surprised look off his face.

“fine.” he grunts out, eyes flickering between the two of you as you smile widely. “only because you're doing this the right way by asking me first.”

you attempt to disguise your laugh with a cough.

[missmoonfrost]

Driving lessons - a wolfstar microfic

@wolfstarmicrofic August 28 - coach Words: 406

“Hello! How can I help you?” Remus looks up from the counter and greets the man walking into the driving school.

He tosses his head, making long black hair dance out of his face in an elegant movement and reveal the most stunning features Remus ever had the fortune to lay eyes on. Remus is glad he already said hello because right now he has forgotten how to speak.

“Motorcycle riding lesson, first time. Booked in the name Sirius Black.”

Remus nods. Then he remembers he is supposed to do something with that information, not just enjoy the voice.

“Right… Eh… Do you have a permit?”

“Well… it’s not for me. I booked for my friend. James Potter. He will be here in a sec.”

“Okay. Does he have a permit?”

“I think so. He’s supposed to have sent it in?”

“Let me go check.”

Remus dives behind the curtain to the crammed office and starts shuffling through the permits on P. Halfway through he realises his mind is too occupied with Sirius Black waiting at the counter to register what he’s looking at and has to start over.

He can hear the door open again.

“You’re off the bet.” Sirius Black says in a low voice.

“Come again?” says someone who is probably the Potter whose papers he just found. But Remus stands still, just to hear where this goes. “The bet, that being married had suddenly made me so dull that I wouldn’t do anything like getting a motorcycle license? It’s off? Why? You already paid.”

“I figured I’ll use the lessons for myself.”

“You already have a motorcycle licence?!”

“Shh!”

“Oh, I see.” Potter chuckles.

”Shut up.” Sirius responds, still in a hushed voice. “He’s hot, okay?”

Remus can’t help the smile that fills his face when he steps back out with the papers in hand. Sirius inhales sharply, probably just then realising what bad soundproofing a thin curtain is, and looks mortified.

Remus smiles even wider. “I’m not the instructor.” As on cue, Emma steps out from the staffroom. “Ah, here she is.”

Remus locks eyes with Sirius and leans forward over the counter in what he hopes is an inviting pose, “But if you want me to coach you in anything else, give me a call.” Sirius grins widely as he takes the driving school's business card with Remus’ number scribbled on the back and follows his friend out the door.

Does getting a driver's license work this way in other countries? Do you need a permit first before you begin lessons?

[yakiniku-nante-daikirai]

Ishida Ayumi's Instagram 2024.12.15

🌸

My "WE CAN DANCE!" tour memories with Oda:

The ever-proactive Oda said to me, "I have to learn as much as I can about dancing from you, Ishida-san!!" We spent lots of time side by side, practicing our dance steps and isolation moves together.

And of course, everyone's favourite: the freestyle dance segment in Morning Curry 🍛🥄

It all started during rehearsals when I was messing around and did something like an Indian dance (?) while the instructor was working with the other members. Oda said, "You should totally do it on stage at our fourth concert over the weekend~ It would really cheer me up~"

I started goofing off during our second night in Osaka, then began to switch it up every concert beginning with the Nagano daytime show. By the same night, everyone was already adapting to my antics (wow!) And at the night in Gunma, the silly faces we made suddenly started getting shown on the big monitors too.

This secret little joke we started without even the dance instructors knowing grew into one of the biggest highlights of our show, lol. I really had so much fun and looked forward to everyone's reactions every time.

I probably would've done it even if Oda hadn't suggested to, but… "Am I overdoing it?" "Should I try this?" "Would this be funny?" Etc, etc - I always checked in with Oda first (and not just about this curry bit). She gave me so much feedback, positive or negative, and was the person I turned to before sharing any ideas with others. So many times she gave me the encouragement to go ahead, or held me back when I needed it.

Now she's cut off all ties with me, what do I do 😕😕 Starting our relationship from scratch will take me another 10 years to get here. Is that okay? 😕😕

We still have a long road ahead so I guess that's okay. Thanks, let's keep going, and do your best!

【Morning Musume '24 Concert Tour Fall WE CAN DANCE ~Blå Eld~ Ishida Ayumi Final】

#OdaSakura #🌸 #IshidaAyumi

Note: The cutting ties thing is a response to what Oda said to Ishida at her graduation concert

Source: https://www.instagram.com/ayumi_ishida.official/p/DDluSESTIoF/

[pedropascalsx]

Sooner. {Frankie Morales x F! Reader.}

Summary: Frankie has been your flight instructor for the past eight months and offers to drive you across state lines to your flying test. The only problem is you get to the hotel and there’s only one bed.

Warnings: Some angst, mutual pining, some flirting, friends to lovers, masturbation, accidentally caught masturbation, strong language, oral (f) receiving, fingering, p in v sex. some fluff.

Word count: 3500 exactly.

Authors note: Happy Valentine’s day to my sweet, LJ! I love you to pieces and I hope you enjoy this fic written for you. @prolix-yuy

“Thank you,” you murmur to Frankie as he effortlessly glides onto the freeway, “I’m so nervous that I’d probably crash trying to get to the damn test.”

His warm chuckle floats in the air as he lightly shrugs his shoulders, “Ava is with her Mom this weekend and I always twiddle my thumbs until she’s back. It’ll be nice to be a little distracted.”

“She’s a lucky girl,” you say with a smile, focusing on the photo of them hanging together hanging from his mirror. She is his double. Curly brown hair and big beautiful brown eyes and that very same dimple that makes an appearance when he smiles or gets a little flustered.

“Trust me I’m the lucky one!” He beamed before lightly squeezing your knee, “And you don’t have to be nervous by the way, you’re an incredible pilot and I’d go as far as saying the best student I’ve ever had. I have nothing but faith that you’ll be incredible. You’ve just got to believe in yourself a little more.”

You giggle quietly at his praise before responding with some of your own, whilst attempting to ignore the way your stomach did somersaults at his touch, “Well, the student is only as good as their master. So thank you.”

He hums back as you fiddle with the stereo of his truck, settling on a station blasting some Whitney Houston and you quietly drum your fingers across the smooth plastic of the dashboard. You sit in a quiet silence for the next hour, enjoying the music and watching the day quietly shift into night and taking in the sights of the sunset playing out in front of you.

“Do you want to find somewhere for dinner before we get to the hotel or order room service? Early start tomorrow. So you need a good meal before bed.”

“It’s up to you.” You insist. “You’re driving so you’re in control, Mr. Morales.”

“There’s a diner about ten minutes ahead.” He says with a large smile spreading across his cheeks. “Prepare yourself for the best pancakes you’ll ever have in your life.” The dimple that makes your heart stutter makes an appearance on his cheek and you chide yourself for the feelings that it stirs up in your chest.

God he’s attractive. Like really attractive. When he first greeted you on your first flying lesson you thought you were going to melt right then and there. And over the past 8 months you’ve found yourself slowly growing attached to him. He quickly became your friend and you started to talk and text outside of lessons but you’d suppressed the deeper feelings that you found yourself having for him out of fear they weren’t returned.

“Pancakes sound great,” you eventually responded as you pulled back from the daydream you’d been sucked into.

You glance back over at him. He’s focusing on the road ahead, his aviators resting on the bridge of his nose, that gorgeous dimple still completely visible and the little grin on his face paired with the gorgeous pink skyline making the perfect background makes your heart flutter. You instinctively reach into your pocket and retrieve your cell phone to take a few pictures and he chuckles loudly in response.

“What are you doing?” he asks with a slight twist of his lips.

“You look… nice,” you reply sheepishly, “And it’s about time you updated your facebook picture. The photo of the fish is getting very old, buddy.”

“You been snooping through my pics?” he asks whilst pulling into a spot in front of diner and you feel your cheeks get hot with embarrassment.

“I-uh..” you start to stammer and he laughs again.

“Relax. I’m just teasing. Plus it’s not like I haven’t had a look through yours.” He admits as he pushes open the driver's door.

You swallow hard at his admission and follow him into the small diner, letting him lead you towards a small booth in the back.

“I caught that fish you know,” he announces as he slides across the leather seat, “A catfish. It’s my tag. Back from my military days. My friends still call me it.”

“Really? Why catfish?” You ask with a smile.

“Whiskery beard,” he says whilst rubbing the adorable patches in his beard, “Never finished puberty.”

“I think the existence of your daughter disputes that.” You giggle back and he laughs with you. “So pancakes?”

“Pancakes.”

You sit back and listen to him share some stories about his days in the military. He briefly talks about an event that happened in South America that made him wake up and really sort out his life. And how the death of one of his friends made him realize that he couldn’t spend the rest of his life skating past all the shit he was drowning in and he checked himself into rehab within 48 hours of being home.

He split amicably with his ex and once he was working full-time again, Ava worked in with him and her mom went back to school to finish up her degree. He was doing better than he ever was and you couldn’t help but feel extremely proud of him.

You insisted on paying the cheque which he reluctantly agreed after you argued it was only fair since he drove here. But he insisted that breakfast would be on him in the morning and you rolled your eyes and tutted loudly as you bounced out towards his truck.

“Hotel is roughly an hour from here,” he announces as he switches on the ignition, “And the flight test centre is maybe fifteen minutes from there. Good location.”

“Let’s go,” you say excitedly as your strap on your seatbelt.

He hums along to the radio as he navigates the roads with ease, you can’t help but steal the occasional glance at him. You think back to those first few weeks and how far you’ve come and how grateful that he was the one to get you here. As difficult as it had been, as distracting as he could be, he was the perfect teacher and you truly hoped he’d stay in contact long after your test was complete.

“You’re very quiet,” he says with an inquisitive tone, “Tired? Or are you nervous about tomorrow?”

“Not tired,” you admit, “But yeah, I'm definitely nervous. Just reflecting and thinking about some things.”

“Easier said than done but try not to overthink. I really mean it when I said you’re an incredible pilot. It’s been a pleasure to teach you, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Frankie.” Your chest feels all warm and fuzzy at the endearment and you remind yourself that he has never once indicated that he sees you more as a friend. Out the window you see that the pink sky has faded into a dark blue and darkness surrounds you on all sides.

Before you realize you’re there Frankie is pulling into the very full parking lot of the hotel and driving into what looks like the only free space.

“Sold out Lady Gaga concert a few miles from here,” you inform him as he raises an eyebrow at the amount of cars around.

He grabs both bags from the back and tuts at you when you try to wrestle yours from him.

*

“But we booked this room months ago,” you say trying to hide the upset in your voice, “I have the confirmation right now.”

“I know,” the receptionist says without a care in the world, “It was double booked. You booked on our website and they booked it on our partner site before we were able to update.”

“So if we booked it first…why isn’t it our room?” Frankie asks before you have a chance.

“We reviewed the booking. They got the two bed suite as there are four of them and two of you. We were able to move you into a smaller room and we will refund the difference to the card it was booked with.”

“Fine,” you say with a reluctant sign, “If sharing one room is okay with you?” You turn to ask Frankie.

“As long as you don’t snore.” He quips back.

The receptionist checks you in and hands you both a keycard before rattling off the fire exits and the number for reception if anything is needed. You follow Frankie into the elevator and let out a sigh.

“We didn’t need any fancy hotel suite,” he says with a shrug, “Shower and sleep. That’s all we’re here for.”

You nod in agreement and exit the elevator, heading straight towards your assigned room.

You swipe the keycard and take a few steps into the room, peering into the bathroom on your immediate left before making your way into the bedroom and you feel your heart stop .

“Only one bed.” He murmurs from behind you.

“I’ll take the couch,” you reply with a sharp nod of your head.

“Like hell you will,” he spits out from behind you, “You’re not going to get a half decent night's sleep on that shitty thing and you need to be

well rested for tomorrow's test. I’ll take the couch and I'll let you pay for breakfast in the morning. No arguments.”

You turn on your heel and roll your eyes at him, “Fine. I’m so sorry, Frankie.”

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart,” he says with a fleeting touch of your cheek, “It's just one of those things. We’re adults. We can cope with it. Do you mind if I take the first shower?”

“Go for it,” you say as you take your bag from him, “I’m gonna order a few drinks from room service as room temperature water doesn’t appeal to me and switch on the TV.”

“I wouldn’t say no to a Dr Pepper,” he says before disappearing into the bathroom.

“Got it.”

The sound of the shower being switched on makes you groan. You had chosen a suite because the bedrooms were on opposite ends to each other and no matter how hard you try not to be, you almost find yourself extremely affected after being in close proximity to him. So you figure now is your chance.

Arousal had been pooling in your panties since you first climbed into his truck several hours ago. The guilt you felt at needing release with him just a few feet away being beaten out by the aching in your core.

You comfortably place yourself on the centre of the bed and hike your dress up over your hips, dipping your fingers into your panties and dragging some of your slick up towards your clit before circling it gently.

Your mind drifting to the thought of his hands. His large rough and capable hands. Honestly you couldn’t count the amount of times that you’d lost focus in lessons because you’d been so distracted by watching them and wondering if they’d be as skillful in other ways.

You lifted your hips from the bed and quickly removed your panties before going back to rubbing your clit, letting his name quietly fall from your lips as you did so.

*

Frankie switched on the shower letting it heat up as he tidied up his facial hair, clearly up the loose scraggly hairs in his head and trimming his moustache so it didn’t tickle his top lip so much.

He lifted off his shirt and let it fall to the floor before scanning the room for some towels. “Shit,” he murmured as he realized they must be in the bedroom. He forgoed putting his shirt back on and reached for the door handle and turns it slowly, his cheeks burning red at the unexpected sound of you moaning his name as the door cracked opened.

*

“Frankie,” you mewl as the tips of your fingers rub your bundle of nerves a little quicker, your eyes slamming closed as the pleasure builds until you’re almost at the edge.

“Fuck.” Frankie grunts as he watches your slick fingers disappear into your cunt.

You freeze and groan out loud. An apology lingers at the tip of your tongue and before you can croak it out, you feel the bed dip beneath you as he kneels on the bottom.

“You were thinking about me? I heard you moan my name” he says as you slowly open your eyes with your fingers still buried deep inside your pussy.

“Yeah,” you admit before biting down on your lip, “I’m so sor-.”

“Don’t apologize,” he orders before reaching down and pulling your hand away from your pussy, “Only reason I wanted to shower so quickly is because I’ve been half fucking hard all day because of you. Been needing to jerk off so badly.”

Slowly he pushes one of his thick fingers inside of your needy pussy, “So fucking tight,” he snarls as he starts to pump it in and out. “Jesus. The amount of times I’ve fucked my fist after a lesson because you’ve driven me insane, baby.”

You keen and clench down around him at the new endearment, and he lets out a soft chuckle, “You like that huh, baby?” he asks with a grin on his face. “Fuck, can I taste you?”

“Please,” you squeak out a little too quickly and you squeal as he immediately buries his face in pussy. His finger remains inside of you as he licks at your clit, lapping at you like a man starved. Slowly he resumes pumping his finger as he sucks your clit between his lips, doing something magical with his tongue as you writhe underneath.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, an endless stream of pleasure filled moans echoing around the room before you lose control, “Wanted you since I first saw -ahhh- you.”

He groans into your pussy, and you’re certain you feel his mouth curl up into a smile before he resumes his delicious assault on your bundle of nerves and sliding in a second finger.

“Thought about your hands,” you admit before moaning his name. His fingers start rubbing up something wonderful inside you. It doesn’t take long until he works you up to that edge, your mouth unable to spill any word that isn’t his name up until you choke out that you’re gonna cum and that’s when he decides to increase his already earth shattering efforts and you clamp around his fingers so hard that you’re certain it must hurt.

“So fucking tight,” he grits out against your pussy, his moustache tickling your overstimulated bundle of merced as he does do. Slowly he withdraws his fingers from inside of you and brings them up to his mouth, watching you watch him with wide eyes as he sinks them into his mouth. Sucking them clear of your slick and groaning in delight as he does so.

“Fuck,” you moan as he pulls them out of his mouth, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah,” he asks as he runs his fingers through your slit, “This pretty little pussy all needy for my cock?”

“Please,” you beg as he presses his thumb against your clit and draws a few lazy circles, “I need it.”

“I think you can ask nicer than that, baby.” He teases with a grin.

“Please, Frankie,” you moan as he works your bundle of nerves, “Please give me your cock.”

“Good girl,” he coos as he pulls his thumb away, “You wanna ride me? Bounce up and down on my dick whilst telling me those thoughts you’ve been having about my hands?”

“Yes,” you gasp as he shifts off the bed and starts to undo his pants. Pulling his boxers off at the same time and chuckling at the gasp you let out at the sight of him.

Even he’d admit that he’s impressive, thick, uncut and long. “Take off your dress and come take a ride,” he orders before sitting himself up against the headboard.

You comply immediately, stepping off the bed and ripping off your sundress and freeing yourself of your bra.

You straddle him slowly and he pulls you into a possessive kiss, the taste of you lingering on his mouth as he tongue battles against yours. One of his hands guides your hips and he positions himself so you can sink down onto him.

“Frankie,” you moan as he stretches you open. Slowly you sink down inch by inch. His rich tone fills your ears as he gives you endless praises as you fill yourself with him. His cock throbs inside of you as he stretches out your walls. He waits patiently for you to get accustomed to the size of him, giving you gentle kisses and more praises. You slowly start to move, making sure not to rush the pace. His hands explore your body as you begin to find your rhythm.

“Tell me,” he orders, “Tell me what you were thinking when you should have been listening?”

“Frankie,” you moan as his hand slaps across your ass, “So many -fuck- so many things. I-I wanted to drop to my knees, suck your cock whilst you were in the pilot seat.”

“Yeah? What else?”

“Thought about you slipping those thick fingers into my panties and making me cum as I recited what every button on the panel is for. Thought about you fucking me in hangar before and after every lesson.”

“You should have said something,” he grunts before bringing his hand down on your ass again and moving it across your hip to make you move faster. “If I knew you wanted me too, I would have fucked you ages ago.”

“Didn’t realize you wanted this too,” you admit as he grinds up against that spot inside of you again. “Gonna cum,” you garble as he starts to fuck up inside of you, taking control and making sure to hit that spot everything. Your whole body stiffens as you clamp down around him, pleasure consuming your every sense as you come hard on his cock.

He wastes no time switching the position when you’re coming down from your high, guiding you down on your back and placing your leg over his shoulder so he can fuck into you even deeper.

“Give me one more and then I'll cum,” he grits out as he thrusts in and out of you, his thumb finding your clit again as he does so. “So fucking pretty,” he spits out as he watches you writhe beneath him. “Feel so fucking perfect.”

His pace is hard and fast and like nothing you’ve experienced before, the thickness of him still makes you gasp as he continues splitting you open. ���Rub your clit for me,” he orders as he pulls his thumb away and places that hand on your other hip, your finger snakes down your stomach and you play with your bud of pleasure as directed, “Such a good girl,” he grunts out as your walls flutter around his throbbing cock.

“Gonna cum,” you choke out again as your third orgasm threatens to sweep through you, “Frankie,” you manage to mumble as it washes through you. His pace getting even faster and he fucks you through

your orgasm.

“Where?” he snarls as his pace gets a little sloppy.

“IUD. Fill me up,” you beg from under him.

“Yeah? You want me to fill up this perfect pussy? Maybe I’ll do it again in the morning as well. Have my cum dripping out of you during your test.”

“Come for me,” you plead as he continues to shred up inside of you.

You clench around him hard and he lets go with a grunt of your name, you cunt milks him dry with each thrust. His lips capture yours one more time before he pulls out and rolls over next to you.

“That was… wow,” he says with a chuckle before kissing your shoulder gently.

“So much better than just my fingers,” you reply with a giggle.

“God, if I’d have known sooner,” he says before wiping his forehead, “Couldn’t see a girl like you going for a guy like me.”

“What?” you ask completely bewildered, “Frankie, you’re fucking gorgeous. I’ve wanted to fuck you from day one, I’m serious.”

“Probably best that we waited until I’d finished teaching you,” he says after a few minutes of comfortable silence and before getting up.

“Going to switch off the shower, and get something to clean you up with” he says sensing your confusion, “We can shower in the morning.”

He runs the washcloth under the shower before running the rag across his cock, wets the rag again and switches the shower off. You’re still lying patiently as he rounds the bed and he gently runs the cloth through your folds. “Get into bed, baby,” he orders and he throws the cloth onto the dresser, and climbs in beside you.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, “Thank fuck for double bookings,” he murmurs into your ear and you giggle in response.

Sleep comes quickly and comfortably. More comfortably than it had in a while.

[doctorstrangereview]

0129: Doctor Strange (vol. 2) #5

Cover Date: December 1974 On-Sale Date: September 10, 1974

And we come to the end of the first arc of our new Doc solo series. Sadly this is Frank Brunner's swan song as he leaves Doc, never to return. It's sad. Fortunately Gene Colan returns to art chores next issue. Doc died last issue and returned to life in the last few panels. Let's see what he does with it and what he does to Silver Dagger.

Clea is still a prisoner of Silver Dagger who is still attempting to break and "reform" her from the teachings of her demonic former instructor. Clea calls him mad and he replies he's as sane as anyone, proving it by comparing himself to Cotton Mather and members of the Inquisition. Yeah, that proves your sanity! Because it's what villains do and maybe Steve needed to burn a few pages of real estate, Dagger expounds on his origin!

In a nutshell: Dagger-to-be was a priest in the Catholic Church who worked his way up to cardinal. He expected to become pope but someone else was elected. For reason this makes Dagger-to-be in his own words "comprehend the power of evil." It sounds to me more like he's the ultimate sore loser. Brunner has some odd ideas about clergy vestments. Here's Dagger-to-be as a cardinal.

Here's the pope that's about to die wearing I don't know what.

Dagger-to-be goes wandering around in a fog until he stumbles into the Vatican forbidden library. He reads and reads and believes God has a new mission for him. To stamp out black magic with black magic. To me this is like fighting pornography by making hardcode blue movies, but what do I know? By the way, Brunner's Vatican Library has some cool books.

H. P. Lovecraft would be amused in-between his thoughts about European superiority. Dagger-to-be searches out mystic practitioners, learns all he can from them and murders them. He went to find the Ancient One but the old dude was already dead. For some reason Brunner draws the crypts of Kaa-U instead of the lamasery at Kamer-Taj. Did Dagger-to-be get his addresses mixed up?

Clea has now fainted. We don't know if she heard Dagger's entire story, but it doesn't really matter. While Dagger is distracted by Clea's current state, something slips out of the nearby All-Purpose Amulet of Agamotto. It's Doc! In through the Orb, out through the Amulet. Hey, maybe Dagger stealing it was a good thing! Doc doesn't have to travel.

Doc's senses have expanded and he's having one gnarly trip and it's without the aid of LSD!

This is definitely one time where eccentric panels work like a charm! Doc tries to find his body, but instead finds the wax figure Dagger decapitated a few of issues ago. He's confused and enters it anyway. He actually manages to get it going, despite like things like muscles.

Kicking the head is a nice touch. Doc-figure creeps up on Dagger and this is a truly marvelous image.

Dagger cuts the wax-figure to pieces, but Clea suspects more is at work here.

Doc "surges" into Clea. I think Englehart was perfectly aware of the double entendre he wrote! Together the two escape Dagger and flee back to the Sanctum Sanctorum. Steve and Frank even give us bystanders gawking at Clea's kooky outfit!

Clea/Stephen arrives back at the Sanctum and they ask Wong if Doc's body is still there. He answers in the affirmative while we look in on Dagger in hot pursuit. Dagger is not exactly thrilled about being mugged along the way.

Back at the Sanctum, Clea/Stephen asks why the body is still here and Wong says he couldn't bring himself to make the journey to Kaa-U. He probably dreads having to dig the place out with he bare hands after the place collapse in Marvel Premiere #10. He also mentions, that Doc doesn't have the usual dead body smell. Doc rejoins his body which, fortunately isn't really dead.

Dagger has arrived and he is so focused on Clea he hasn't put the clues together that Doc might still be alive. Dagger burst into the study with Doc and Clea. Frank gives us some great, cinematic panels.

After his poor aim, Dagger uses the Amulet to attack Doc and Clea. The pair manage to take over the eye. Clea remarks that she's able to to this much easier now. Doc "surging" into her appears to have increased her power. The pair point the Eye at Dagger who is suddenly filled with wisdom (or something) and jumps into the Eye!

The ordeal over, Doc and Clea share a tender moment. Guess where Dagger is?

The caterpillar has an eternal conversation partner!

And those we close the arc! Sadly it's Frank's final turn on Doc except for a one-shot in 2010. He has really been spectacular. Next issue Gene Colan restarts his long association with Doc. He will have a pair of runs that will end with issue #47. He returns for one more issue in the successor series.

This is a charming finale. There's so much at stake, but as in previous stories, these high stakes are told in an intimate tale with a small cast. Steve manages to communicate Dagger's insanity both through his origin and his actions. The man is loony! Doc hangs onto Dagger's dagger and Chris Claremont even remembers it, although it functions a bit differently. I'll get to that one in a couple of months.

Doc shows why he is sorcerer supreme. He approaches Dagger after he invades the Sanctum with a combination of caution and confidence. His absolute faith in Clea is on display here as well. There are some minor glitches I pointed out above but they don't distract from the larger story. A well done finale from one of my favorite creative teams.

[fatkish]

REQUEST!!

I imagined a character with a quirk/ability akin to Hermes (The Messenger God) where she can manipulate any item that was invented and has speed as one of her abilities as well, considering Hermes’s versatility, I want to focus on one ability of the character which allows her to hear, speak, and plea with Greek Gods if she want’s something to happen (drawbacks for this ability is having the user in an unbreakable vow or debt to whoever god she pleads with and an unhealthy mental state due to her constantly hearing them.)

This is where my request comes in !! I was hoping you’d create an Aizawa x Reader with this quirk. Reader is a pro-hero and a new teacher at UA. Aizawa felt neutral with reader and was often uninterested with her and her religious acts (praying at random times, skepticism, irrational fear of any mention of the gods) then one day (lets say there was a training event for students which paired both Aizawa and Reader as chaperones/instructors) then all of a sudden he just sees reader rush off, her ears bleeding while muttering apologies to whoever it is she was talking to.

He spots her in a silent and empty room, for some reason, although she was alone, he could hear a second voice, certain words and sentences being spurted allowed him to connect things together (debt, waters, remind him of odysseus) which made him understand what made her act a certain way (she was talking to poseidon)

While she was silently sobbing, apologizing, covering her bleeding ears even though that doesn’t stop Poseidon’s booming voice from getting to her head, Aizawa steps in and erases her quirk to allow her some peace and quiet…

I’ll let you decide what will happen next !

Thank uuuuu <33

(Sorry, I don’t know a lot of Greek mythology so I apologize if I get anything wrong. Also, I’m going to make your OC capable of telepathy as a gift given to them by Hermes.)

Aizawa had never seen anything like you before.

You were a new Greek Pro hero who moved to Japan

You worked at UA as a foreign language teacher as well as an Advanced Opportunities Program counselor or an AOP representative (this is just something I made up for my MHA story. Basically this program is an international program that allows students to gain experience and be requested by foreign hero agencies)

You struggled to understand the cultural and social differences but you eventually understood them

You acted as a support hero for the most part. You’d normally help other heroes by utilizing your speed and telepathy to help keep them updated during massive events such as natural disasters and large scale villain attacks

You had always seemed so well put together and happy that seeing you like this was unexpected

Aizawa had walked into your office with some papers for you and found you huddled in the corner with your hands over your ears as they bled. Hearing you mumble as well as hearing a second voice he decided to erase any quirks. After he erased your quirk he sat down beside you and pulled out the first aid kit underneath your desk. He began cleaning and tending to your ears, having plenty of experience with this thanks to Hizashi.

“So, you wanna tell me who was talking to you just now?”

“I-it was P-Poseidon”

“Any particular reason why he’s talking to you”

Seeing the way you subtly squirmed and looked away, Aizawa decided it’s probably not something you wanted to talk about.

“You know, you could try to ask Power Loader if he could make some kind of device that would help with the voices, as long as it’s part of your quirk. Maybe like a quirk dampener or something?”

“I-I’ll ask, thanks”

“No problem. If you ever need help, don’t hesitate to ask”

After he finished cleaning your ears and bandaging them, he invited you out to drinks with him and the other teachers.

(Sorry it’s kinda short. I really struggled with this one. I hope you enjoy it)

[dingochef]

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: You and Jake discuss the future and have some fluffy sexy time.

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Chapter 1: Devil in the Details

It takes approximately three days after Jake gets his new orders to be an instructor at Top Gun for reality to set in. Jake is going to be here with you for the long haul which makes you ecstatic beyond belief, but ever the practical one you wonder about some of the details and then proceed to overthink everything like normal.

Where's he going to live? Here? That seems fast to you or does it?

The thought of coming home to him everyday was comforting.

What is day to day life going to be like? You're not filled with dread thinking about the details but a kind of giddy excitement. The difference between hoping for the future and living it.

You had taken some much needed time off while Jake had his two weeks of leave after the mission. You spent most of the first two days in our own little bubble, barely dressed most of the time.

It was Thursday morning when he mentioned he had to be out of his temporary quarters.

"I'll need to go over and pack up my stuff, not that there's a lot of it, I've been living most of my life for the past couple years out of two duffle bags. I was thinking I might–," he stumbles on his words a bit, "or would you be okay with me temporarily staying here with you till my permanent housing is ready on base next week?"

He says the last part kind of rushed, you can tell he is thinking of all the implications of living together and probably wondering how you're going to feel about that. He looks moderately worried.

You go and sit on the sofa where he is sprawled wearing sweats and a Navy t- shirt drinking a cup of coffee. You snuggle into his side careful not to jostle the hot liquid; he wraps an arm around you reflexively.

"Jake, that's not a problem or even a worry. You can stay here with me, I'd like that," you say, looking up at him reassuringly.

He lets out a breath,

"Okay, I didn't want to intrude, I know I've been enough of a wrecking ball to your life already."

"And me to yours," you remind him as you give him a kiss.

"True, I've picked up that you like your space."

You shrug your shoulders lightly in agreement.

"Not that I'm a hermit, I'm just selective with the people I invite into my little bubble."

"I'm glad you've let me in."

He leans down to kiss you and you straighten up to meet his lips.

"Ugh, look at us, so sappy," you chide him,

"So, you're going to live on base? What's that going to look like?"

"Luckily, I will have 'Officers Quarters'", he says, complete with air quotes, "Which sound far fancier than they are, it's basically a one bedroom apartment. Private and furnished. They're relatively cheap and close. Better than anything I could find off base on short notice and within a reasonable price range."

"Yeah, that's San Diego for you. Although, I'm not sure how much time you'll really be spending there, because I'm pretty sure if you're around I'm going to want you in my bed."

His face brightens at the thought which quickly morphs into a devilish smile. He puts down his coffee cup and pulls you astride him. You lean down to kiss him as his hands run up your back under the T-shirt dress that you usually wear around the house when you want to be comfortable. Jake really likes them in that all you wear with it is underwear, which makes everything very accessible. The kiss deepens and you wrap your arms around his neck. His hands have worked their way to the front and are now caressing your breasts. Your hands move to his hair which is slightly messed up and as he hasn't showered and and styled it perfectly into place yet. His light hint of stubble grazes your cheek as he kisses his way along your jawline line to where he can whisper in your ear,

"Speaking of this bed, I think that's where you and I should go now."

He starts kissing down your neck as you hum in agreement,

"That sounds like an excellent idea, but only," you spring off his lap and start to run around the couch towards the bedroom, "if you can catch me."

He stands up and jumps over the couch like a hurdle and catches up to you about three feet away from the bed. Picking you up with ease he tosses you on the bed where you land on your back, giggling as you bounce on the bed.

"Looks like you caught me, now what?" you say and raise an eyebrow.

Jake laughs, "I've got some ideas."

He pulls off his shirt and pulls down his sweats and boxer briefs in one motion and is naked in seconds. You're certain you will never get tired of the magnificent sight that is Jake Seresin naked. He kneels on the bed and crawls up to meet you, tenderness on his face as he tucks a piece of your hair that has fallen over your eyes back behind your ear. He stops his head down to kiss you in a searing take your breath away kind of kiss. Leaning back he teases you with his lips to get you to lean up as you follow his kiss so he can take your dress off. With a gentle push to your shoulder he gets you to lay back down again and he is instantly at your breasts cupping them with both hands while he sucks at each nipple with fervor.

You whine with need as he pulls off the second nipple, hands grabbing at the back of his head to keep him there. Your breasts cool in the air as his saliva evaporates and he kisses his way down your torso till he hits the band of your underwear.

"These might be in the way, best to get rid of them," he murmurs, kissing your hip bone.

And with that small notice your underwear are quickly pulled off and flung to the floor to join the rest of your clothing. You wonder what he is planning on next when the thought is pushed out of your head by the feeling of Jake plunging his tongue between your folds earning him a well deserved moan that rises deep from within you.

He attacks your clit with his tongue and gently adds one finger to your pussy and then another. He is a man on a mission, and that mission is to make you come as soon as possible it seems. Your hands go to his head and grab his hair, you wonder if you're pulling on it too tight until you hear and feel him groan with pleasure at your clit. He is fast and relentless, this is no scenic ride today. He has one goal and it's for you to come undone now. He arches his fingers and hits a different spot that makes you see fireworks. He gently massages his fingers in large circles and the feeling is exquisite. Your toes start to curl and your hands pull harder on his hair. He is keeping the same fast pace on your clit. Moaning loudly, you keep him close to your cunt,

"Oh my god, Jake don't stop, so close, so close."

This plea just intensifies his actions and you can feel yourself being wound up and then it all breaks, you come with a strangled cry and clamp your thighs around his head. You are bucking around with each wave of pleasure and he is holding on, tongue and fingers still working, but at a slower pace. You finally have to wave him off, it's too much.

"Too much, too much, Jake,"

you pant out, breathless and dizzy.

He lets go and pulls back breathing heavily. You look down as he wipes his chin clean with the back of his hand and crawls up to take you in his arms.

"I got you, it's all good,"

he murmurs as he kisses your temple as he holds you through the descent back to earth. You can feel his cocky smile at my temple. You come back down in his arms, all the while he is whispering in my ear,

"Sweet El, so beautiful when you come."

Your breathing returns to something approaching normal and you feel his embrace loosen and he asks, gently,

"Ready for more?"

You look into his eyes and say, "Yes, definitely yes."

Jake says,

"Here, get on your knees."

You move around and he is on his knees behind you, you figure that you are going to do doggy style. Jake is rubbing his very ready cock up and down your slit.

"Please,"

you whine a little more undignified than you would like.

You hear him laugh into your shoulder as he gently pushes in. It's then that he puts one hand on your shoulder and wraps his arm around your waist to raise you so your back is against his chest. You lean back on him as he thrusts in and out. Each push and pull delivers a delicious wave of pleasure. One hand is now touching your breasts and the other has moved down to your clit. You wrap your arms up and around the back of his head. The different points of contact are overheating your body and then Jake starts to whisper in your ear,

"You are so beautiful like this. One day I want to get a mirror and make love just like this so you can see just how breathtaking you are."

The praise is almost too much and you start to turn your head away, he reaches up and turns your head so that he can kiss you. His fingers circling your clit in a slow rhythm.

The pace has been steady, but not frantic. You can hear his breath starting to get ragged,

"El, so good, I'm getting so close."

The moment of intimacy, a level you have never experienced before, overwhelms you and you come apart clenching hard around him. Jake lets out a low moan as you ride out your climax from him. He holds back from fucking you hard, keeping his pace the same and prolonging your pleasure as he chases his. Your hand tangled in his hair tightens and you urge him to let go,

"Come for me, Jake. Need you."

Your plea pushes him over the edge and his warmth floods your pussy. Slowly your rhythm stills. He pulls out and you lay down on the bed and open your arms to him and he lays his head on your chest. You stroke his hair as your heart rates return to normal.

Jake's hand idly traces the line of your clematis tattoo on your stomach with his finger.

"So, tell me about your tattoos. I recognize this as a clematis vine. They grow insanely big in Colorado to the top of phone poles, hundreds of blooms all at once.'

"They've always been my favorite flower. I remember going to my grandma's house, it was a big old farmhouse north of Lansing, and her gardens had tons of them. I always liked how they found a way to grow bigger every year. You're the first person to correctly identify it."

He chuckles,

"My mom is super into gardening and didn't hesitate to draft her two sons into helping her. I picked up a few things here and there."

He kisses his way up to your side where you have a tattoo, just under your left breast. Titling his head to get a better view, he asks,

"What's this one?"

It's more simple than the one on your leg, black line work and no color.

"It's the lunar module from the moon landing."

He tilts his head again,

"Oh yeah, I see it now. You are such a nerd."

You laugh,

"I don't deny it, I'm definitely a nerd, but I'm your nerd."

He laughs and you can see his eyes sparkle when you say you're his. He moves to roll you on your stomach to get access to the last tattoo which is on your lower back.

"So this one I think I get,"

he says as kisses it from one side to the other. It starts on one side with a paper airplane with a dotted line that loops a few times to meet a rendering of the Wright Flyer in the middle of your back; the dotted line continues on with a few more loops to the outline of a SR-71 Blackbird.

"So why a Blackbird?"

"I've just always thought it was a very cool looking airplane, which I'm glad my 22 year old self chose a plane that was made by the company I would eventually work for."

He laughs into your skin,

"I'm not going to lie, a F-18 would look pretty good on you. Right about here," he playfully nips at your ass cheek. The stubble on his face tickles and you giggle in response.

"I think I made my opinions known on Boeing the first night we met," you say as you roll over. He winces as he recalls the experience.

"Yeah, I didn't pick up on a lot of clues, I felt nervous around you."

"I didn't pick up on any of that, you oozed confidence. Some of that might have been the beer and tequila, but you were a pretty smooth operator."

"Hah, till you shot me out of the air like a missile."

"Well, it was a weird way to start, but it got us here, so it worked."

You hear his stomach growl and yours answers back.

"As much as I don't want to leave this bed, we do need to get some sustenance and you need to clear out of your temporary digs this afternoon."

"Fine, fine, always the sensible one."

Credit for the amazing clematis tattoo in the mood board.

Chapter 2

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[lemon-wedges]

Heey just wanted to tell you that I adore your art, especially the way you draw Barok. You humanised him in a way I've never seen an artist do. All your characters, but especially him, look like real, soft, approachable people. I can almost see their chests expanding, I can imagine them laughing and breathing, I can tell how in love your ships are, which is very special and very rare

Your art makes me extremely emotional

(also where did you study, what books did u read, how long did it take you to learn to draw like that??)

AH thank you for the sweet ask! it really made my day to hear this TTuTT

As for your other asks, ill put them undercut with some photos and links to stuff!!

I've been drawing for about ahhhh 16 years( 8 of which are actually like serious school stuff than just a hobby) but tbh its only really been in the last 3 where i feel like ive been making actual progress in improving my stuff. but thats my personal path in art and its always gonna be different for you or anyone else.

anyways 3 years ago i made some changes to my drawing habits and study methods that were like. real specific to where i wanted my art to go (cleaner lines, better foundations, gesture, etc etc). I worked on thing one at a time tho!! it can get overwhelming real quick if youre not careful. So the stuff im gonna give you is geared towards....well, me? both in content im searching for and just the classes that resonate how i like learning

OK BOOKS:

CLEANER LINES. I use to have a habit of making like EXTREMELY sketchy and unconfident lines. This is a landscape book that i literally just copied every single thumbnail. Helped me get into the habit of both using only a few strokes to get an idea across and breaking down complicated subjects into shapes

ANATOMY. Morpho series. Its not a how-to-book tho its just a compilation of an artists break downs. This one is my fav tho. And helped a lot when i was struggling to understand like ALL BODY PARTS

CLOTHING. This is probably my fav clothing book. Very short and published in the 1940s. Its helpful specifically to ME cause its clothing is closer to TGAA outfits(mens) than more modern books LOL

And now CLASSES. I do actually have an art degree from a university and let me tell you. I was left SEVERELY lacking any skills i needed to go into the industry I was interested in 👍 (not cause of the professors but cause the school itself was actively killing its art department :p) So i was kinda just left looking into online stuff on my own (AND COMMUNITY COLLEGE!!!! MY BELOVED AFFORABLE CLASSES )

NEW MASTERS ACADEMY. Its a subscription-have access to all the videos for a month to a year- kind of thing. cheapest is about $40 a month. REALLY REALLY helped my anatomy and foundations. Steve Huston: Good for entire step by step anatomy break downs. Micheal Mattesi & Karl Gnass: Gesture. I've watched a handful of other videos but these instructors were the most helpful to me

DRAWING AMERICA. A lot more pricey. Around $100-$300. but youre basically paying to own the recorded classes and keep them forever. I've only really taken Will Westons classes cause he focuses on BGS and props. But he also has some nice composition stuff thrown in there too.

(I've taken a LOT of online courses and the thing about a majority of them is that they arent really taught by professors or teachers so they tend to be more like a giant Tip video than an actual lesson plan. And if u haven't taken an art class before the difference is HUGE)

and i think thats it? i guess if theres anything else i can give u its this tip:

you mentioned my art is humanizing. Thats a comment ive heard a few times and i guess its odd to say but i dont really know what youre seeing? Like i understand the "ships in love" but cause i did go out of my way to draw sappy love faces 10 bajillion times until i was satisfied. But alive? hmmmmmm like THINK i might know what you may be responding to. Its a combo of the gesture and my effort in trying not to loose the energy of the original sketch when i go to clean it up. And what ive figured out is this. Youre not outlining or tracing your under sketch youre REDRAWING it .

i put the under sketch and clean up next to each other so hopefully this makes sense but like. when i do an under sketch im only really focused on building the figure. When u build a figure youre drawing out bigger shapes and breaking them down into smaller and smaller ones. Lines feel like they have more energy at this stage because the circles and cylinders are fully drawn out, making them have a continuous momentum. So then when it comes to the clean up stage. im not looking to trace the exact lines i drew out (if u notice my final isnt a 1 to 1 copy of the og) im trying to follow the flow of the original lines. thats why youll see lines go thru the figure sometimes, its me trying to keep the energy in that line even if its not suppose to be very long.

idk if this makes any sense at all.....and maybe i should have recorded me actually drawing this out but [shrug emoji] i could do it later if anyone is interesting in wtf is happening here. CAUSE I SWEAR ever since i started cleaning my sketches like this i started to get those comments. but also i could be wrong too.....then i REALLY dont know what im doing ahahahah

Anyways, i hope something in here ends up helping you anon!!! GOOD LUCK ARTING I BELIEVE IN YOU :O

[enkidushield-a]

[ P ] 𝚄𝙽𝚄𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 : what percentage does your muse start charging their phone at ? AND - if they had to have a side hustle, what would it be ? AND - how often do they wash their hair ? / from @insomniastar ♥

CHARGE : when one of the others ( *cough* p.romnoct ) hasn't stolen his goddamn charger, he generally tries to chuck it on about 40% unless they've had a super busy day where it'd get lower than that. his phone is always on him but it's not attached to his hand, but he was very diligent in making sure he was always REACHABLE AND AVAILABLE and the lesson stuck young to keep his phone charged. who knows when the princess might need him ( spoiler alert, it's all the time ). his phones always last him a long time and he's not worried about having the most up to date phone, but his battery lasts forever cause the only game he has is k.ing's knight.

SIDE HUSTLE : having a side hustle is something people who have time are capable of - g.ladio's schedule is pretty packed and what free time he does have he tends to spend reading, training ( freak ) or out in the woods ( the occasional drinks and parties with the g.laives notwithstanding ). but inspired by a convo i had with @fairesky if he had one it would probably be as a personal trainer or gym instructor. SECRETLY, though, if he has the opportunity he likes to write. poetry, prose when it comes - if he thought anyone would like to hear what he had to say he might try a serious book review blog or even chuck his own stuff out there. BUT he's much too modest and critical about his own work for that.

HAIR CARE ROUTINE ( ASK ME ABOUT HIS HAIR, YOU'LL GET A MINI ESSAY ) : g.ladio has a pretty laid back hair routine, but it's one of the things he likes the most about himself ( and that's saying something ). his hair is pretty thick and when it gets any length to it, it can get unruly if he's not taking care of it. SO HE DOES. washes every third or fourth day, he has a dry shampoo powder he uses when he can't wash - and uses it to control everything between washes when needed. he has a hair oil he got from c.rowe who has a similar hair type to him and he tries to use it once every couple weeks where possible. in terms of styling he doesn't need all the gel and product the others do, but he has a light pomade he uses just for hold to push his shorter layers back - the man has NATURAL VOLUME so he doesn't have to worry about heat application or heavy styling. the undercut came about as a way to control how overheated he tends to get, especially in summer weather - taking the side length off helped a lot, but as we know he later grows that out ( thank you world without electric clippers for making that happen, one of the very VERY few good things to come out of the 10 years of darkness ). once it's all grown out he has to spend a little bit more time on it in terms of comb maintenance, but nothing major.

[beingdreeyore]

It's a lazy Saturday morning and I know that I've earned it. It was my first week of disrupted sleep in two months and the hours at work were long. I'm so very tired today.

The groceries are late and I've already done my three gym sessions for the week, so it's just waiting for the groceries to get here so I can get my dancing out of the way and fully relax. Just sink into the couch and the weekend. There's been so much cleaning and life admin already today and it's only 9:30am. I'm hanging out for the nothingness of the afternoon.

I'm at the gym four days a week now. It just kind of happened of it's own accord. My back discomfort seems to be a permanent thing, or "sensitivity" as P the physio calls it. That was the compromise we reached after he kept calling it pain and I kept saying "but it's not always painful, it's just this constant discomfort." Apparently that is pain, but we agreed to disagree. It's at a level that I can manage now though and so I'm happy enough. I lift weights four days a week and I stretch my back every single night for five minutes as part of my pre-bed routine. I wake every morning around 3am due to the discomfort, so I reposition myself in child's pose (yes, to sleep) and usually I'm not awake for too long. It's probably a good thing I sleep alone and no one has to see that.

It sounds bad, I know, but it's really not. This morning I also realised it's been forever since I've felt my quad or hamstring pain. Those injuries are healed and the muscles now stronger than when I injured them. Now it's just the back (permanent), the left hip flexor, and my right forearm. Slowly my body is healing and moving past all these injuries I've carried for years. The hip flexor is waxing and waning so I know it's only a matter of time and it will be gone too.

There's a new instructor at the dance studio. After six months of silent tantrums and resentments that my normal teacher keeps changing the timetable at a week's notice - 6 changes in just as many months and always after I've finalised my roster to fit into the advertised timetable, fucking me over (not personal) due to my work commitments, I've finally accepted defeat and just booked in with the new instructor. I vaguely know her name. I know she works as a professional showgirl, so I'm pretty confident there's a lot I can learn from her. The positive is that the class is late at night. I know that sounds like a negative, but it's towards the end of the week so the late night won't kill me. It's a positive because those classes are always quiet. Hopefully it means I won't spend my life dodging cameras and being shared in people's instagram feeds against my will. I have hated dancing at the studio lately with the way the vibe has changed and I'm hoping this will bring my love back. There's an exclusive clique that has formed and they've become the poster girls for the studio. As they've become more and more exclusive and less inclusive, the enrolment numbers have reflected the vibe. There's so many empty classes now or classes with only 2 or 3 people. I'm hoping this class will let me keep going but avoid the drama. It's an exercise class for me, why is there drama?!

The groceries are nearly here. The pizza dough is rising. The washing is all done and I need to pick an online dance class to do. It's the quietest of weekends. Alone but not lonely. I'm so content lately with the little world I've created. I hope it can stay this way for awhile.

[reevaraikar]

VR LEARNING #draft2

In a future where driving lessons are reimagined, learners are given classic Hindustan Ambassador cars paired with advanced VR headsets. These headsets offer more than just virtual reality—they introduce a lifelike avatar that acts as a personal driving instructor, sitting in the passenger seat. these headsets are adjustable which resize, shrinkz expand according to people.

Upon putting on the headset, learners find themselves behind the wheel of the Ambassador, with the avatar beside them, offering guidance in a friendly, relaxed tone. Whether it’s starting the car, shifting gears, or parking, the avatar demonstrates each step in a fun, engaging way. The learner interacts with the instructor using simple gestures and voice commands, making the experience feel personalized and intuitive.

This VR-driven driving school combines modern technology with the charm of the vintage car, providing a stress-free, interactive learning experience. The avatar helps build confidence and skill, turning every driving lesson into a fun, immersive journey. Also allowing collaboration to happen between MR and actual people and brands.

PHYGITAL MANUAL

AIRA (smiling wide, super chill): "Hey there, future road legend! Welcome to your first driving lesson. I’ll be your guide today. Don’t worry, we’ve got this. Oh, and just so you know, I’m sitting right here with you—so if you do something weird, I’ll probably laugh, but we’ll get through it together."

The learner might laugh nervously as they put their hands on the steering wheel.

AIRA (playfully): "Okay, first thing’s first—this beauty you're driving today? The Hindustan Ambassador. Not your average car, but hey, it’s a classic! It's not about speed, it’s about charm. Ready to get started?"

Step 1: Starting the Car

AIRA (grinning): "Alright, let’s fire up the engine. You see that key? Yep, it’s a manual one, not some fancy push-button start. Turn it to the right, and you’ll hear that engine rumble to life. It’s like the car’s saying, 'Let’s roll!'"

The learner starts the car, and the engine hums to life.

AIRA (mocking a deep voice like the car itself): "Vroom vroom, baby! Alright, now take a deep breath. I’m here, so no need to sweat it."

Step 2: Checking the Gear Shift

AIRA (playfully serious): "Now, take a look at that gear stick. Old school, right? It’s got that ‘click’ when you change gears. To get going, press the clutch with your left foot all the way down, and move the gear into first. Nice and easy. You’re not in a race—yet."

The learner shifts into first gear with the avatar’s guidance.

AIRA (clapping): "Boom! You’re in first gear. Now, gently release the clutch and give the gas a little tap. Don’t floor it, we’re not in the Fast & Furious movie just yet!"

Step 3: Moving the Car Forward

AIRA (jokingly, pretending to panic): "Okay, here we go! Slowly, release the clutch—slowly! I’m not trying to get thrown into the backseat, alright? Perfect, feel that? You’re moving!"

The car starts moving gently down the road.

Avatar (laughing): "See? You’re driving already! Who knew you had it in you? Now, keep your hands at 9 and 3 on the wheel—no fancy, laid-back steering just yet."

Step 4: Turning and Navigating the Road

AIRA (playful but focused): "Alright, we’re coming up to a turn. Ready? Turn the wheel smoothly to the left, don’t jerk it—this isn’t a race track. Remember, a smooth turn keeps us both safe."

The learner turns the wheel with the avatar’s guidance.

AIRA (mock serious): "Nice, nice! We’re getting the hang of this. Don’t forget to check your mirrors—left, right, and behind you. We’re not alone on the road, and there might be some surprise pedestrians—watch out for those!"

Step 5: Stopping the Car

AIRA (mock worried): "Alright, slow down. We’re coming to a stop sign. Gently press that brake. I know, I know, the brake’s a bit sensitive in this car, but it’s all about control. Keep it smooth."

The learner brakes, and the car comes to a gentle stop.

AIRA (laughing): "Perfect! No screeching halts here. We’re not trying to scare the neighbors, alright?"

Step 6: Parking

AIRA(mocking calmness): "Now, for parking. You’ve got this. Put the car in reverse, and slowly back up. Keep an eye on the rearview mirror, and use your side mirrors—don’t forget to check for any invisible obstacles. We don’t want to be that car with the dent, do we?"

The learner parks the car successfully.

AIRA (cheerfully): "Boom! You just parked like a pro. I’m pretty sure you could park this thing blindfolded now."

[End of the Lesson]

AIRA (smiling wide, hands on the dashboard): "Look at you, all grown up behind the wheel! You did awesome today. Just remember, no speed racing, and keep that road rage in check. I’ll always be here to guide you, just a shout away. Next lesson? We’ll take on the highway. But for now, kick back, relax—you just drove the classic Ambassador. High five!"

The AIRA gives a playful high five.

[switchelsweets]

I went to culinary school and was “classically trained” in French cooking. My one instructor liked to say, “simplicity done to perfection is elegance.” Meaning shit does not have to be complex to be fancy. You don’t need it to be expensive, it doesn’t have to take thirty ingredients and two days to make. Make it tasty and presentable, and people will inherently think it’s fancy.

And that’s extremely true for 95 percent of French cooking. The ingredients speak for themselves. The same six cheap-ass ingredients can produce a wealth of very different and very high-quality results if you just know how to handle them. In a roundabout way, it’s about making the most of what you have.

And you know who else has made the most of what they have? Literally any underprivileged person or people throughout history. We might not be of the mindset to whip up soufflés and French onion soup, but shit, we’re absolutely stretching our eggs and cooking with scraps and dirt-cheap ingredients. That’s all those recipes are.

As usual, I blame 19th century white western Europe. They spent that whole century pushing incredibly self-important (and generally racist and classist) ideas that we have to live with today. “Traditional” gender roles, phrenology, the Salvation Army, loads of historical revisionism… and the idea that absolutely nobody cooks better than the French, despite the French cooking philosophy being incredibly universal.

Granted, French food culture did benefit from having a more organized professional kitchen; I’ll give August Escoffier his props. And they probably put out more cookbooks for publication than was globally common at the time. And today, with Michelin being a French company, they are heavily biased to give Michelin stars to restaurants doing French food or using French ingredients or techniques. But French shit is not that special.

Anyone making sausage gravy has made a roux. Anyone making Mac n cheese has made béchamel. Boeuf bourgignon is just a cup of red wine away from a standard pot roast. Baguettes are literally three ingredients - just like so many other breads that people around the world have been doing for ages! What makes it scary and pretentious is solely this inflated fake importance that it’s been given.

Y’all know a whole lot more classical fancy shit than you think. You’re just not doing it in French ;P

A lot of American cooking is really quite French and it has been for centuries and I used to not know that and everyone talked up French cooking so much and then I started actually looking into it and I was like. I. Cook like this. Everyone I know cooks like this. This is just butter. It’s butter, Michael. It’s butter. You were hyping up butter. I can already do this.

[fff777]

Watched Dream's Just Do It episode 5 :3

No gonna lie, I too thought that Just Do It was done lmfao.

Woooo skating!!! I actually love skating hehe.

With special guests Renle!!!!

Jaemin is the instructor today!!!!! I remember he said that he'd done speed skating when he was young :3

Renjun excited to figure skating today

Chenle and his muscle fixation but also his Jaemin's chest fixation

Jeno skated for the first time with 90s love :P

Renjun boasting about his skills with snowboarding and surfing and archery

Jaemin: Are you Elsa?

Renjun the stretching expert

Nomin are taking recommendations on what to do next

Chenle: I recommend basketball Jeno: I'll do everything except basketball Yeah stand up to the man Jeno

They're wearing the skates with the buckles so gearing up is a lot faster haha

Nana's wisdom

Action shots >3

All of them but Jaemin sticking to the ledge

Jaemin's first tip: Don't take this too seriously guys

Jaemin doing a smooth stop and Chenle being really impressed

Jaemin: Do you feel your hamstrings tensing up here? *Pats butt*

Ooh I think Jaemin is teaching the guys to skate in the most energy efficient way, as a speed skater would.

And then Jaemin's teaching them to just skate along while moving your skates in and out.

Heh

:3

Jaemin: That's all you need to know to have fun I don't think he even taught them how to stop lol

Noren playing

And then Chenle joined the train

Teams will be Jaemren and Jenle >3

Chenle calling them cute :P Probably because they're very cautious and a little stumbly at first

Jeno pulling ahead

Chenle the loudest at doing anything lmao

Team Jenle win first round

The guys loving when Jeno gets into position like professional speed skaters

Renjun getting the advantage because Jeno fell in the first curve lol

Why does Renjun look so scared when he's skating XD

Meanwhile, Jaemin trying to hype Renjun while he freaks out lol

Renjun fell at the end of second lap so team Jenle has a chance XD

But Jaemin is close behind

Hilarious how Jaemin gets all the cool action shots because he knows what he's doing but he's also the only who's not freaking out the whole time lmfao

Winners X3

Jaemin: Don't embarrass me in front of the world

Renjun: I was going to die

Jeno's tip: Don't laugh or it's over

Second game: Hockey Not gonna lie, while I was watching this, I was thinking about hockey because...I was a big fan of hockey for several years haha.

Trying to control Chenle = Herding cats

Made up rules is that there will be no out of bounds lol

Jaemin holding up Jeno because he was about to tip over lel

Accident in aisle 1

As always, Jaemin is the only one who isn't freaking out and/or laughing his ass off

Jaemin: I didn't raise you to be like this

Jaemin: Go flirt somewhere else off of my ice rink

Lol Jaemin breakaway goal

Chenle getting his own breakaway goal lol

Jeno just bent over because he's laughing too much XD

Team Jenle win hockey

Team absolutely out of steam, in shambles lol

Jaemin: It would be fun to do another skating episode :3

[melonberri]

https://www.twitch.tv/playinthemud

I love this twitch channel because it simultaneously soothes and irritates my need to do pottery again. Once I have extra money lying around, I’m seriously considering taking another class just to get access to a wheel and kiln lol. 

Also this person’s instagram has the same effect on me 

https://www.instagram.com/anotherseattleartist

[amazzjin]

I forgot how much drivers hate learner drivers

[sp00kymulderr]

I KNEW you'd see the vision! I knew you'd understand.

fskfjaknd Joel. "correcting your form darlin' "🥵 I would fucking die right there. And the man getting flustered asking for your number and then wrecking you in the car, have you been in my wips????

Javi P wears slutty little shorts to the gym btw, I just know it. And god he'd be so flirty the moment he catches you staring.

Dieter taking POLE CLASSES!!! YOUR MIND!!! I actually need that in a fic. Imagine meeting Dieter at pole jfc. hhhhhhh takes you out dancing and then a private dance later too. My god I hate you (jk i love you never stop)

Hey can you please watch Prospect so you can come lose your mind about Ezra. He's kinda like a cat in my mind, so yoga really works for him I promise. He gets you in to all sorts of positions.

I was trying to think of something for Marcus PIke but I got a little lost, I haven't thought about him in forever (RIP my two Marcus series')!! My initial thought is running bc he's always running towards heartbreak and terrible decisions lololol. I can't see him boxing he's such a weenie lmao sorry. Maybe calisthenics? But I think that's more Marcus M territory. Pilates would definitely work!

Din isn't one of my guys so idk I'm lost on him but surely some kind of boxing or martial art makes the most sense for him. He probably runs the kickboxing class. Lmao wait my mind just randomly started whirring with fencing instructor!Din hmm 🤔

Other P boys are not my strong suit but I feel like Dave York is one of the guys who goes to the gym and ONLY does pull ups. Javi G DEFINITELY is swimming like @maggiemayhemnj says. I can't think of anyone else

Listen I accept all kinds of bribes for writing - smooches, snacks, marriage proposals. Come at me honey 😘

Ok so hear me out…what if there was a gym au with all the boys…🤔

You meet Joel in the weights section. He helps you with your form and then helps you with your aches afterwards 🤭

Javi P is a cardio king, he’s gotta be able to run after all. You meet him at the treadmills but he has a better suggestion for some cardio you can do together 🫠

Dieter is in a dance or aerobics class. He’s good with a rhythm, and it always boosts his serotonin. He takes you out dancing afterwards and we know where that leads 😌

Ezra is doing yoga. He loves the stretch. He helps you perfect your downward facing dog form 😏

I can’t think of any other boys rn but…what if…what if I’ve been thinking too much about this…what if I opened a new doc…

GIDEON?!?!?!?!

*raven.exe has stopped working*

I'M DEAD???

Me @ this:

Okokok so hold on lemme catch up with your big beautiful brain!!

Joel is DEFINITELY weights. He's hovering behind you, acting as your spotter, and then he puts his gigantic warm hands all over you: "correcting your form darlin' ". he chats a mile a dozen about his girls as he distracts you while you wheeze your way through the last set! he blushes all the way to the tips of his ears trying to ask you out before he absolutely destroys your 🐈 in the car???

Omg YOU DID NOT JUST BRING SWEATY JAVI P INTO THIS IM CRYINGGGGGGGGG. I WILL DO CARDIO WITH HIM ANY DAY !! (Idk if i can keep up but i bet he can make me 😉😉) ok but he gets on the elliptical with that tight butt and he definitely catches you staring SHAMELESSLY.

Oooooh but you're so right about Dieter?? You know those Zumba or pole dancing classes??? YEP THAT'S WHERE DIETER IS. the man can move his hips!! He will absolutely one hundred percent give u a lap dance. Idec that im so far off your idea rn i just want his sweaty curls on top of me.

I haven't really dipped my toe in the Ezra fandom yet, but that blonde streak of hair is very distracting. And that voice 🥵🥵🥵 yes please bend me in a pretzel sir 🫠🫠🫠

What if you opened the google doc... what if i wrapped u in a blanket burrito and made out with you (with consent ofc)... what if i fed u snacks... what if i proposed marriage..