#so makes sense the performance extends to work hours too

[navree]

MAWS Slade is possibly the most normal looking version of the character but also the most unhinged. Why is he so dramatic and alwaus so eager to kill people?

The fact that he's got golden eyes and absolutely snow white hair even tho he's like, what, a couple years older than Clark and Lois? Stupendous design choices all around, there's a reason why whenever he shows up my friend talks about his "draco malfoy slay", I love it so much.

And yeah, looks wise, he's not nearly as crazy looking as he can be. No fucked up goatee, no bell bottoms, no trailing silk ties to his mask (OG Slade had the most ass backward fashion sense, no wonder Addie divorced him). He barely looks anything like himself and it's very funny, but still normal. But in terms of character, he's just so much. He is incredibly dramatic, literally dragging his swords against the wall and actually for real flipping his hair getting ready to kill people who were interns only nine months ago. No one needs to be doing all of that. And you're so right anon, he's always so incredibly eager to cause bodily harm. It gives him literal joy and that's insane, he's so so happy about it. Anime Slade is over here being the embodiment of "if you love what you do, you never have to work a day in your life" while being part of alien Gitmo essentially, it's stupendous.

And this doesn't even touch on the fact that he seems to be perpetually irreverent. He seems to have a mocking disdain for nearly everyone, there's never not a moment where he's not being bitchy to someone for literally no reason. Other than, like, maybe two exceptions, this version of Slade is never sincere, at least as far as we've seen. He sees the lady who legit fried his eye out of his head and still decides to be caustic and flippant rather than being upset that she, you know, fried his eye out of his head. It's part of the reason why I always say that I hope he and Addie are married and he's got kids in this show, because someone with this personality not only having a somewhat functional relationship but also being the person most invested in it when compared to his partner is absolutely insane and also very funny. Plus, she's not gonna be shooting his eye out of his head because he nearly got their kid killed, so they don't even have to get divorced. Imagine this absolute bastard clocking out and going home to be an attempted family man. It's brilliant.

[gvshing]

𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣!𝕍𝕚

(Co star! Vi more specifically)

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ꨄ︎ You were cast to be in a highly anticipated romance/drama movie next to Vi. You had been having a dry spell with getting cast so when you found out you got the part you were elated. Jumping up and down and squealing into the phone, squeals stabbing your manager in his ear. Your manager pulled the phone away while you loudly celebrated. “You’re going to be working beside Violet.” You stopped screaming almost instantaneously. “What? No. She’s too good. I’ll look bad next to her. Tell them never mind, they can give it to Kiramman;” You fall back on the couch and splay out exhaustively. “She's a way better actress than me and will do the part justice anyways. It would make more sense for them two to be in a movie like that together. Ugh, I’m sorry. I wasted everybodies ti-” A loud sigh cuts you off. “You’ll do great. Don’t beat yourself up. They wouldn’t have hired you if they didn’t like what you had to offer. Besides, I don’t think she auditioned. You did. You got this role with your talent. You’re deserving.” Blowing hair off your face, you nod as if it could’ve been seen. “You’re right.”

ꨄ︎ Table readings were set for the next week. You were buzzing with anticipation. What if you didn’t do good? What if you and Violet have bad chemistry and you aren’t able to give the same performance as your audition? You can’t handle disappointing anybody. Arriving at the table reading made the anxiety heighten. Being in the large gray building made everything feel too real. You sat around the round dark table. You were early, maybe too early. You were supposed to have been there at 10, it was 9:30. In your worry of being late, you end up one of the first people. Other than the casting director setting up the scripts and other miscellaneous things, it was just you. You pulled your phone out, nervously scrolling through various social media. The door swings open, stealing your attention. You switch your screen off, gazing up at the new person. Trailing up the figure, past the black jeans that clung desperately to her legs and past the loose red shirt hanging, you meet Violet in the eyes. You had never met her; just seen her in a lot of films. Your palms become sweaty and your breath is catching in your throat. You blink away the nerves and stand up to introduce yourself. Stopping short when you see her look your way. Her lips quirk into a half smile, eyes darting up and down your figure. She extends a hand and walks towards you. “I'm Vi. It’s nice to finally meet you.” You discreetly rub your sweaty palm against your jeans and shakily grasp hers. Hastily, you end the handshake as quickly as it begins. ”Yeah, you too… I love your movies, I'm excited to work with you.” Vi smiles softly. You move to sit back down and Vi’s voice stops you momentarily. “Can I sit next to you?” She questions. Your eyes widen and you hesitantly nod. “Of course.”

ꨄ︎ The first table reading goes better than you imagined. You stutter a few times but you eventually find your rhythm. Letting the art of acting take you away and pushing your nerves to the back of your head. Vi does amazing as you assumed she would. A few times you’d be reading off the script, not quite knowing your lines as it’s your first time reading through the whole script. You got it when you initially were hired but you weren’t sure you were going to keep your job if you fumbled the table reading. You didn’t want to get committed to something that was still potentially up in the air. Weirdly enough, Vi’s presence eventually became comforting compared to the anxiety you had when you first realized you’d be working alongside each other. Everytime you stumbled over your words, she’d smile softly at you and send you an encouraging thumbs up, or grinning at you in the most comical and yet endearing way she could muster, so wide her eyes were practically shut. The table reading was supposed to last 4 hours but everybody was getting caught up in different ways to do the scenes and conversation. Everybody seemed to have fun and you couldn’t have asked for a better first table reading. It ended up lasting 6 hours; you walk out the double doors at 4:30. You left the building with a sense of pride in your chest, a sense of newfound confidence. You were excited to be in this movie with all the wonderful casting and excited to work with one of the most notable actors in this day and age thus far. On the way to your car, your ears finally tune into a noise coming from behind you. “Hey! Wait! Ugh-” A loud thump followed by a groan sounds from the person. Frantically turning–panic filling your chest–you see a groaning Vi collapsed on the ground. You gasp and set your belongings down before rushing to her. “Are you okay?” A choked laugh exits your throat. Vi hoists herself up on her hands and knees, eyes flicking up to meet yours for just a second. “I’m okay. That’s so embarrassing.” She begins to stand up, your hand outstretched to offer help. She hesitates, gazing up at your hand and hunched body towering over her. She sighs and slaps her hand into yours before pulling herself up. “Sorry… I was just wanting to swap information. I figured if we’re going to be working together we should be able to contact the other. And then I fell.” You cough, covering your inappropriate laugh from escaping. “Yes, we should do that.” You start walking back over to your car where the abandoned bag lies in a mountain of fabric. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re not bleeding?” Vi seems to not have considered the possibility of her getting hurt and starts inspecting the places she could’ve scraped. You snort at her lack of concern for her wellbeing. Rummaging through your bag you pull out a piece of paper, pen and car keys. “I’m unscathed.” She says matter of factly as you pull out the trove of necessities. You scribble down your number and hold it out to Vi. “Be careful. Here you go.” Taking it from you, she stares at the slip of paper, slightly crumpled in her hand. Tossing your bag into the now unlocked vehicle, a final goodbye is given and you’re out.

ꨄ︎ With the table reading going as well as it did, the director was more than ready to get rehearsing moved to the set. As excited as you were to be a part of the production, you were still nervous. Nervous that something would go wrong, nervous that the filming wouldn’t go as good as the rehearsing did. You tried not to think too hard about it, but it was hard when you were spending a majority of your time in that dingy dark set. A lot of the scenes were taking place in a musky apartment. Vi was a great scene partner, she definitely made it easier to do the scenes but, even she could notice the nerves radiating from your body. Having a hard time remembering your lines or markers on the ground, not talking loud enough to then talking too loud, missing cues, you were a mess. She would pull you to the side during one of the 5 minute breaks and interrogate you. Her hand grasping onto your upper arm, holding you in place from running off. “Are you sure you’re okay? You seem a little… I’m not sure. Off, I guess?” You sighed and stared just past her at the fake brick wall. “Yeah, no. I’m good. Just tired.” Vi leaned over to be in your eyesight and raised an eyebrow. “You’ve said that every day. Look, I enjoy doing this job to you. I do. But, you’ve gotta put your all into it. If I'm noticing you’re off, so will the viewers. I’m here if you need to talk.” You nod, casting your eyes down and away from her pale blue eyes piercing through you. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m nervous that I’m going to drag you and everybody else down. You all are such amazing actors and I don’t want to dis-” She shakes her head quickly, cutting you off. “You’re going to do great! Don’t worry about anyone else.” You nod solemnly, giving her a small smile of appreciation. After the break, you’re standing back in that dark apartment setting. Patiently waiting to hear that daunting ‘Action!’ signalling for you to begin. Vi stands just outside of the door to the apartment, waiting to storm into the room. Her words rattled around your head. Taking a deep breath and steadying yourself, the director yells out the magic word, and you throw yourself into the character.

ꨄ︎ After a good take, Vi comes leaping over to your figure. “You did great, doll!” A coy smile spreads across your features. Her hand goes up, and you join hers in a high five that echoes against the walls. “Thank you, I was thinking about what you were saying. Figured If I didn’t want to let anybody down, I should not let myself down first.” Vi slaps a hand against your back, “Atta-girl!” she boasts.

ꨄ︎ Filming goes better than you could’ve imagined after that. With Vi by your side you feel confident. Ready to tackle any one of these scenes that were written in the script. Your stomach no longer churned on the way to set everyday. You no longer overthink the day while getting makeup smeared all over. Your heart no longer beats against your chest every second of the work day.

ꨄ︎ Vi would send encouraging texts in the morning before work began and texts applauding the hard work you did at the end of the day. “You’re gonna rock the day!” “You did great today!” “Good luck on that scene today! It’s gonna be hard but I know you’ve got this.” “You were amazing! Is it weird to say you do a great job at crying on command? Well you do.” “Excited to work with you again today!” “You looked pretty in that dress today.”

ꨄ︎ You stop by the cafe that’s on the way to set every morning and become the ‘coffee grabber’. You balance two drink holders filled with different coffees and one tea the few blocks it takes to get there. Vi isn’t much of a coffee drinker so you opt to grab her a tea with lots of honey in it instead. It’s got to be 50% honey with how much she asks for. Eventually more coffee is added to the order as people grow more comfortable with everybody on set and decide they DO in fact want something. At that point two more drink holders are needed and you have to either bring a cart with you to tote them to set or make two trips. Not having the time to make two trips or wanting to wheel that rickety cart all the way to set and back, you beg for Vi’s help. Vi agrees to start coming with you to help after you promise to get her a muffin every time she comes to help. You could’ve asked anybody else but you didn’t want to bother anybody with it and honestly, you enjoyed spending the extra time with her. She also would’ve done it without the begging or promise of the sweet, but she found it amusing to see you pout for her help of all peoples. Oftentimes, you two are walking onto set cackling at whatever stupid joke one of you made, or wacky thing you saw somebody do on the way in. The rest of the cast could tell when you both arrived 2 minutes before you actually walked into the door because of how loud your chuckles echoed against the narrow hallway leading into the makeup area.

ꨄ︎ When articles about being seen ‘getting close’ start circulating after your early morning cafe runs, you send a link to Vi captioning it, “can you believe this 😭”. Vi was used to invasive articles being written about her, but this was one of the firsts written about what you do in your private life and not anything to do with whatever project you’re working on. “Sadly I can.” is all she replied to it. Vi didn’t really ever give those articles the time of day, but this one made her chest flutter. You guys were getting closer, that wasn’t a lie. And deep down she knew she felt more than just a friendly way towards you. She enjoyed working with you more than she did with anyone in the past. It was easy to work together, the chemistry you both had on camera and off was undeniable. Not much thought was put into it on her side though. She knew that once filming was wrapped you would either be friends still or you wouldn’t. And she’d deal with whatever she’s feeling then. But right now the job was her main priority.

ꨄ︎ You weren’t oblivious to the way her gaze lingered on your lips after a tense scene was finished. In fact, you were hyper aware of it. Typically when you filmed a scene like this, your co-star would say ‘good job!’ and then be off doing their own thing. But not Vi. She would stay glued to her spot, eyes tracing over your features. You flash her a wide smile and jaunt over to her. “You good?” Vi shakes her head, seemingly snapping back to reality. Her eyes meet yours and a spark flashes through them. The corners of her lips quirked up. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.” Her thoughts racing, had you noticed her staring? Had you noticed that the lines between her and her character were starting to blur? You hold out your arm, signalling for her to link arms with you. You gesture to the snack bar, in hopes she’ll accompany you. Following your lead she links her arm around yours.

ꨄ︎ More and more dating allegations start popping up. “Seen getting up close and personal at the bar??” “Candlelit dinner??” and other ridiculous clickbait articles litter your google homepage. A bubbling begins in your chest when any are brought up. Your heart starts beating throughout your whole body, practically vibrating with an unidentified emotion. Vi and you share glances, laughing it off, an unspoken agreement to not acknowledge it is shared between you.

ꨄ︎ Vi’s feeling disappointed as filming comes to an end–not that she’d admit that, out loud or otherwise. She’s come to enjoy her work days. She’s been on some shitty sets before. Worked with casts that she despised, sets that were falling apart, and directors with a stick up their ass. Working on this new movie isn’t perfect. It’s pretty fucking close to it in her eyes though.

ꨄ︎ As wrap day approaches, Vi goes out of her way to be next to as much as she can. When neither of you are actively filming anything, you can bet your ass she’s lounging around you or pressed directly against your side. You notice. She’s not being as slick as she thinks. You test it after the third time of her almost walking into the bathroom with you. She stands next to you, leaning against the wall scrolling on her phone. Her figure seems so large pressed up against the wall, legs haphazardly thrown over each other; It looked like she could be swept on her ass if you kicked her leg with the slightest tap. She looked otherworldly with the slight glare of the studio lights, the shadows highlighting her. Her beauty truly was contradictory. Getting up from the makeup table, you stride across the room over to the snack table. Just like you expected Vi stands up and quickly follows behind. You don’t say anything, just continuing scanning the snack options. Eyes mulling over various types of granola bars and bagels. You shrug as if you can’t decide and start to walk back to your original seat. Vi immediately mimics your movements. She takes a seat next to you, right where she had been. You smile at her softly, cutting off the giggles in your throat before they can fall out. She looks up at you, eyes squinting in confusion. “What?” Her eyes dart to the floor and back to you. A small laugh emits from your chest, head shaking back and forth. “Nothing. Nothing, I promise.” She side-eyes you before going back to her phone.

ꨄ︎ Closer and closer to the final filming every day. Vi started pulling small ‘jokes’ around the set. Certainly distracting herself from the project being over. Tapping on shoulders and then moving to the other one, popping out of corners yelling ‘Boo!’, kick me signs on people's backs and other small pranks. Sometimes though, they would make zero sense. Making you a cup of tea and then putting splenda instead of normal sugar. It didn’t matter either way, it sweetened the tea that’s all you wanted. She found it hilarious, dying at her own joke. Gasping for air and grasping her sides in pain.

ꨄ︎ A month after the movie is finished and Vi still texts you encouraging words. “Good luck on your day.” “How did that audition go the other day? Good I assume.” “Have a good day, or else.” sometimes they’re slightly threatening, though you’re not sure if she’s meaning to come off threatening. It was sweet. You both text almost every single day. It was a little unexpected. You didn’t usually get this close with other coworkers. And as far as you know, neither did she. Hanging out at least once a week was detrimental to her. “Friday? I’m free.” “Saturday? I’m also free that day. Say a day and I’ll make time.”

ꨄ︎ Interviews about your guys’ new movie were… chaotic, to say in one word. It was really Vi and you laughing together and slapping each other's shoulders in excitement while somebody asks you questions every now and again. At times you felt bad that you couldn’t give them the attention you promised, answer the questions without going on a 2 minute tangent with Vi. But as the interviewers cackled alongside the two of you, as the PR and marketing managers were raving about the success of the interviews a sensation of accomplishment trades its place.

ꨄ︎ At the premiere, you had seats directly next to each other, you arrived together, and all the pictures of one of you had the other in it. There was no escaping it.

ꨄ︎ Neither of you chose to confirm or deny any dating rumors. Whether they were true or not, it's none of anyone's business. Though they were true, sometimes the articles were so ridiculous. The fat heads all of those ‘journalists’ would get if you confirmed to be dating would drive anyone insane.

ꨄ︎ When trying to be mysterious about your feelings for Vi you didn’t do a great job. Falling into a sour mood anytime she mentioned another girl, replying instantaneously to her messages when both you and her knew it was hard to get hold of you via texts most of the time, or when you’d stare at her plump lips while she rambled about something or other. Imagining you were tracing the scar that inhabits the height of her slightly chapped lips. You were zoned out, too busy thinking about what it would taste like to kiss her. She knew you were zoned out, she realized a long time ago. The heat filling her chest and butterflies fluttering in her stomach had her continue rambling. If she stopped talking, you stopped looking at her like that. Like Vi painted the sky and placed the ground you walked atop.

ꨄ︎ First dates were hard. For everyone. But especially Vi. She wasn’t sure what she even enjoyed doing half the time. She went to work, she went to the gym and came home. She didn’t have the time for hobbies, not anymore at least. So where the fuck does she take you? She googles it over and over trying to think of something. She could ask somebody for advice but she wanted to do it on her own. If she can’t even plan dates how the fuck could she be a partner in life? She refused to ask anyone for help on this one.

ꨄ︎ She ends up doing the basic idea she was trying to avoid. Anybody could do the typical dinner and a movie date. That’s like THE date. She’s not overly cocky about this idea, but she knows that she’ll get better at planning dates. Sitting down at a restaurant that has maybe 2 other customers in the building, a random american diner in the corner of a strip mall, she stutters out an awkward compliment. “You look… You look pretty.” an endearing smile grows on your face. The rest of dinner flies by and before you know it, the movie is beginning. Vi’s arm wraps around you and tugs you into the side of her. Her strong physique had just the right amount of softness and sturdiness for you to fall asleep halfway through the movie. You awoke as the credits were finishing rolling and the lights had been flashed on ages ago. Vi shakes your sleepy body ever so softly. “Psst. Wake up, the movie’s over,” Vi whispers into your ear and tucks loose strands of hair behind the same ear she had been cooing in. “Come on. I’ve got you.” She helps you sit up. Her eyes relax and she gazes at you as a yawn leaves your body. She watches you stretch up and catches the smallest sight of your midriff when your shirt raises with your arms. She feels herself getting dizzy and hot– looking away as the blush starts appearing dusting over her face and tips of her ears.

ꨄ︎ Vi’s thankful for the opportunity to work on that film, she becomes more grateful when she realizes it brought you together. The set of that grimy movie will forever hold a special place in her heart. Though she’d never say that part out loud.

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thank you for reading ;-; I was having a weirdly hard time finishing this, I'm sorry if it comes off as rushed :,)

[lsunstreakerl]

ok this might be just for an audience of two, but I've got 1.4k of car brainfucking. if that didn't make sense, it will if you read it. this is, uh, max/rb20. max pov. mature.

The RB20 and Max have not been getting along. It was hard, going from Rocky last year to... this, but Max has been trying. He's been spending time in the car, trying not to force anything from it, but-

The car won't drive. Max needs to be able to get along with the RB20- needs it to be as passionate as he is, as dedicated as he is, as ferocious as they both need to be to beat the McLarens.

They need to be a unit.

Which is why he's here after hours, slipping into the garage. It's not technically against the rules, but it's not a guaranteed performance boost either- it works better for some drivers than others.

It's always worked for Max.

His socks are quiet against the cold floor as he makes his way over to the shipping container the RB20 is currently in. It gets warmer as he approaches, a discordant hum starting up under his skin.

The containers have digital keypads, so Max swings the large metal door shut, setting the lock outside to read BUSY.

He has to use his phone's flashlight to get closer, the buzz building up under his skin.

"I know, I know."

He turns the flashlight off, setting his phone on the ground away from the car. They get twitchy about other electronics- Rocky would lag Max's phone every time he tried to check it in the cockpit.

He slides into the drivers seat, metal cool against his skin as he settles in the seat. The mechanics had left the cocoon seat installed like he'd asked, so it's somewhat comfortable.

His legs extend out in front of him, bare calves brushing against carbon fiber as he tugs his shirt off, tossing it out of the car. Skin is good- the more of it in contact with the car, the stronger the connection.

It's not widely used, because most drivers can't handle it.

Max isn't most drivers.

He can feel the energy of the RB20 buzzing around him, pushing into his skin and his mind, heavy on the edge of his awareness. The RB20 wants to take, but it's graceless, and Max needs to find a balance.

The shell of the seat is cold against his bare skin, and he flinches, pushing through it to press against the seat, shivering as he adjusts.

The RB20 curls around his senses, pressing in on his brain in concern before he feels the car start to warm around him, raising the temperature until it's comfortable against his skin.

His fingers fumble for the seatbelt straps, carefully clicking them into place, and he gasps as they tighten, pushing him further into the seat.

There will be marks on his chest by the time he leaves, marks of the RB20's ownership.

Max sighs, head tilting back as he closes his eyes, trying to relax as much as possible.

He's no expert on the actual magical logistics behind opening up his mind for the car- F1 drivers operate off of instincts instead of education, and he tries to mentally envision his brain as a box, carefully opening the lid for the RB20-

Which is as graceless as always, smashing into Max's brain in an overwhelming rush, and he jerks against the straps, eyes snapping open wide. It's too much, carbon fiber and steel, bolts and screws and fragile human inside of him, and his fingers are digging into his metal casing, thrashing around, and he's so hungry, wants to understand-

The RB20 withdraws, and Max slumps back down, shivering. There's a thin layer of sweat chilling his skin, and he's rattled, confused and disoriented.

A small noise escapes his mouth, head falling back as he stares up at the dark ceiling. The straps relax across him briefly, the RB20 weaving apologetically against his mind, letting him piece himself back together.

It takes him a few minutes, panting raggedly in the car as he tries to remember who he is, what he's doing. He's still feeling wobbly when he tries again, but the RB20 is gentle this time, slinking inside his head, resting its heavy presence over his senses.

Max loses track of his physical body in the seat, too distracted by the endless press of the RB20. It's difficult to describe, to nonracers, but Senna had explained it best,

'There is room in the mind for only one, and when the car comes in... it becomes full quickly.'

Max is feeling it now, the overwhelming sensation creeping up on him as the RB20 pushes deeper, exploring what makes Max who he is- finding his motivation and his passions.

The RB20 pulls on his victory in '21, and Max thrashes against the belts as he feels it again, the rush of endorphins and the elation at winning, all in a few split seconds before the RB20 moves on.

His victory in '22- Max is straining in the seat, eyes wide as he stares at nothing, consumed by the memories- he can feel the cold champagne running down his skin, the alcohol in his veins.

The memory of his first win in '16 has his muscles tensing, the euphoric feeling, the way he'd truly synced with the RB12.

The RB20 sinks into his Silverstone crash, and Max's high plummets, tears beading at his eyes as he feels the pain again, the fear before he'd been encased in metal, shifting to protect him as he'd gone flying at the wall.

His fingers are scrabbling at the metal of the cockpit, slippery with sweat as his mouth drops open in a silent wail, limbs locking up.

The RB20 drops the Silverstone memory, curls around Max's feelings from his entire '23 season, the high from the dominance, Rocky-

It pauses on the memories of Rocky, and Max gasps as the RB20 peers deeper, pulling on all the times Max did this with Rocky, the way the car had liked to slowly peruse through his more explicit memories, always dropping them before they got good.

Rocky had been an asshole- it would wind Max up endlessly with his own memories, and then flash through every orgasm he's had, leaving him a drooling mess in the cockpit.

The RB20 is wrapping around these memories, curling curiously in Max's mind as he trembles, muscles still tense in the seat, fighting against the belts.

It's him and the RB20, him and every victory he's ever him, him and every crash, him and every championship- the RB20 shoves him headlong into his memories of the championship celebrations last year, letting Rocky have its time before the mechanics got their turn, the way Max had been useless by the end of it, face pressed against the side of the car.

The RB20 flashes Max through his memories of every orgasm from the night, and then does it again, and Max is wailing in the seat, fingers clutching at the metal as he comes, head tossed back, hair damp against his skin with sweat.

It feels like it goes on forever, the RB20 slinking through the rest of his mind carefully, letting Max recover.

He's panting, slumped back into the metal behind him. The RB20 curls around his mind again, presses against him. It feels more understanding, more determined.

It's not sure if it can give Max what he needs- but it's willing to try, if it means having the euphoric highs Max has had with his other cars.

He pats the side of the cockpit weakly.

"Thanks mate. I am going to stay for a minute, I think."

Max can't feel his legs- or any of him, really, he's more jelly than he is Max.

The straps unclip around him, zipping back into their spots as Max tries to get his breathing back in order, remember who he is.

When he finally staggers out of the RB20, he has to grip the sides so he doesn't fall, wobbling when he stands. He grabs his phone, crouches to press his lips to the nose of the car.

"We will win it. You and me, yes?"

The buzz of the RB20 feels more settled in his skin. It's an acknowledgment, an agreement- he and the RB20 will drag themselves to that championship by themselves if they have to.

The RB20 has its struggles, the kind most drivers wouldn't be able to get over, the kind that could end a championship run in its tracks.

Max is not most drivers.

He will not let the RB20 be most cars.

[umathurwin]

pills in the tip jar, blood on the strings

musician!john b routledge x f!reader; nsfw 18+

Summary: You decide to go see a live band while visiting the Outer Banks for a few days. The guitarist is pretty hot. Short 'n sweet.

not cross posted on ao3; no warnings except maybe its gross lol

The drink in front of you is watered-down, and the surface of the bar clings to your forearms when you lift them to take a sip. The stool you sit upon is wobbly and your hair sticks to the back of your neck. So far, your impression of the Outer Banks nightlife is poor.

The only thing keeping you from pushing away the mostly-soda cocktail and walking back to the hotel is the music. Not only is their amateur performance better than anything you'd heard from a local band back home, the entire ensemble isn't half-bad to look at. Especially the guitarist, with his dark hair falling into his face, strong jawline and high cheekbones, and thick biceps that flexed under his ripped tank as he played.

Yeah. That'll keep you sat.

As they wrap up their set and thank the audience, you call the bartender over to close your tab. He's slow-paced, though, so you're stuck drumming your fingers on the sticky bar as he lazily mixes your seat neighbor's drink.

"Blue Ribbon, boss, and another one of what she was having," a voice requests from right behind you, and you turn back to see the on-stage Adonis himself, backlit by the still-glowing floodlights.

"I'd rather you make it two," you admit, picking up what you ordered. "He can't pour for shit." The stranger beams down at you.

You shout your name towards his extended ear when he asks for it, and he somehow manages to hear over the thumping Top 40 track that replaced his set.

"Don't recognize you from around. Here for the weekend?"

The bartender sets two cans in front of you and you take a sip with a raised eyebrow. "I am. And I've got people expecting me home tonight."

He laughs again, and it's a noise almost as pretty as he is. Part of you wonders if he actually finds you funny or not. "How about some fun until then?"

*****

You're not picky. You aren't opposed to a quick bathroom fuck while queuers foot tap impatiently outside. Sometimes a lack of consideration adds to the thrill.

Still, you're pleased when he pulls you to a door next to the stage, past a burly man with crossed arms who simply nods at the boy— John B, he introduces himself as, and you never get around to asking what the B stands for.

The backstage area is only two rooms and a lavatory. The giggling pair wave at the exhausted drummer and bassist who pass back and forth a resin-caked bong. The second room, a half-trashed dressing room, is empty, but he still locks the top latch of the restroom.

It's much cleaner in this bathroom than the public one the patrons share, save for the thumb-sized baggies on the counter and matching straws. You don't care.

He kisses you hard, and he slips his tongue between your lips too easily. His cologne is strong, pulsing from his skin along with the rich scent of his sweat. Man fills your senses as he digs his strong fingers into your waist.

The last hour had been a display of his ability to use his hands, yet you're still shocked when one slips down the front of your shorts and presses against the outside of your panties. The thin barrier does nothing to dull the sensation of his rough digits against your clit.

You gasp against his mouth and throw your head back, making John B crack an amused grin. "That's a girl. Lean into it," he commands, circling your swollen bud.

His deft fingers pull your panties to the side and collect the slick gathering there. You think he makes some comment about how eager you are, but the blood rushing in your ears keeps you from heeding him.

John B keeps kissing you as his fingers work you open. His big palm audibly slaps against your clit with each movement, and weak moans slip out of your lips smothered to his own.

Your orgasm comes fast and unexpected when he crooks his fingers towards him and pushes his tongue so aggressively he drools into your mouth a little. His hips press your own into the counter behind you, preventing you from collapsing as your legs tremble and give in.

He's efficient. His fingers pull from your shorts, dragging your slick up your stomach, and he pushes them between your lips. You taste your own pussy along with a metallic burn, and you suck them clean without thinking—not that you can pull a thought together anyways.

John B turns you around to plant your hands on the counter, and he yanks down your shorts just enough to reveal your shiny cunt. Your vision is obscured in the scratched, sticker-plastered mirror, but you can hear him unzip his pants and tug them down as well.

You're slick and ready, and his cock buries into your pussy with minimal resistance. John B is a rough fuck, and he stretches your still-sensitive cunt with each thrust. You try to stay upright, but your arms are weak and you collapse to your forearms.

He's just as easy as you are. The guitarist comes inside without asking, scumbag. He buries his cock deep inside you and paints your walls, and he grunts like an animal as he does it.

John B pants in your ear, watching the way his cum drips down your inner thigh. "You said... you're here until tomorrow?"

[silverview]

alright i’m shifting back into tlw mode. i'm finally writing a fic from chas's POV and it's sticking a little bit. i know i can never actually do justice to him but the attempt is being made and i have a lot of thoughts, i'm just going to throw them all down in one place

chas might be my all-time favourite in9 character. reece has described the performance as being basically the same as he gives in sardines, which is a fair comparison honestly – the difference isn’t really in the performance or the character as much as in the circumstances. as in, stuart doesn’t do much relatively speaking and he never really has to shift gears onscreen. whereas chas is what you’d get if that character went through literally the full spectrum of human emotion onscreen in the space of half an hour, including an extended closeup on him experiencing the most extreme betrayal and mortal terror it’s possible to imagine, while covered in gunk and immobilised from the neck down. it's an extreme exercise in humanising/complicating a stock character, and it's an extraordinary performance. chas’s vulnerability and humour and courage carry the entire episode. and his little dancey dance. i love him for his defence mechanisms and the pain and heart that's underneath when he lets them drop. i love him for losing his dream, and coping with it terribly, and being forced to rebuild his life and his sense of self. i love him for being a bad person and a good person

and YES i love him for being camp!!!! i watched the original boys in the band recently and recognised so much of chas in some of those characters, especially emory, both as written + performed. crucially the humanising/complicating of a comedy stock character for pathos. tlw is only two seasons out from how do you plead and i think that contributed to some negative reactions about reece's camp performances being too exaggerated and/or too frequent. i don't think many people really noticed that urban explicitly, intentionally speaks & acts that way as part of his job. he is a man who is explicitly playing a character for most of his screentime. why exactly he does it in that particular way is not clear to me. i am desperate to understand that episode & character better, partly because i feel like unlocking it would also provide a key to better understanding their overall handling of gay characters & themes

i've talked before about chas and simon being linked by the experience of death by parasocial rejection. lately i've been thinking about how this strand of rejection (in a less fatal but still tragic form) also runs through reece's characters in merrily merrily and plodding on. "i never responded in kind" = *suffocates you with a pillow* = "move on" = "i don't even know if we are friends anymore." why is he always the one who loves too much, discovering that his feelings are not reciprocated? and why is this tendency punished so much more violently in episodes where it's figured as explicitly gay, hmm? if you read the end of plodding on as resolving the rift in that episode, then it's also resolving this long-running meta arc; if you read it as unresolved then it is also leaving the meta arc unresolved

anyway here's my tlw timeline. i have joe & chas being born in 1965 + 1975 respectively. that puts chas in his early 20s in the late 90s when atlantic 5 was active, 30 when olivia attempted suicide, 39 when he met joe, and 48 when he died. if you listen to the audio described version it literally does differentiate them as being "the younger one" / "the older one," even though that's not explicit in the episode. they do need a bit of an age gap to make the backstory work. idk, i know they have a small age gap irl – it's just funny to me that they managed to turn that into a more noticeable/significant age gap through sheer looks and vibes

and here is my tlw playlist and here is my dedicated chas playlist, which has some overlap and is still evolving and is a mix of songs about him + pure vibes. i get really emo thinking about him listening to eternal flame as a sad teenager and dreaming of finding love someday :/

[su8arandspite]

New Year, New Beginnings

Summary: Eddie has been hiding from you all night and you try to find out why. Or, alternatively, the one where you and Eddie ring in 1987 in the best way.

eddie munson x afab!reader

warnings and content: pure fluff, not proofread closely. Just a quick new years blurb for y'all :)

Word count: 1.2k

The New Year’s Eve party was in full swing. It was a far cry from the ragers of his King Steve days, for sure, but Robin and Steve’s new apartment was full of friends and that was much more your speed anyways. Your extended friend group, even Hellfire and the kids, was scattered throughout.

From your spot in the living room, you had a good view of everyone. Ever the gracious host, Steve was in the kitchen helping dole out drinks and snacks while he chatted with Robin, who was leaning against the countertop and laughing between handfuls of popcorn. He handed a fresh cup of soda to Dustin which was received with a grin and the younger boy took his drink over to rejoin his conversation with Will, Lucas, and Mike. Max and Eleven stood in the circle with them, but the girls giggled amongst themselves about something. Nancy cuddled into Jonathan’s side on the couch, cheeks flushed with alcohol, and engaged in debate with Argyle, who seemed much too high to be making much sense. Gareth and Jeff joined them on the opposite loveseat, slotting into place like they’d been friends with you all for years. The joy that permeated through the flat warmed your belly along with the rum and Coke you sipped.

As you came up one person short, you couldn’t help but to frown. Eddie’s absence from the fun stuck out like a sore thumb. The night was wearing thin, and you hadn’t seen Eddie in almost an hour now. Instead of his rightful place in the middle of it all, you finally found him hiding away. Eddie stood slumped against the wall in the hallway. 

Your voice broke him from his thoughts as you approached. 

“You’re sulking,” you observed.

Eddie’s forced smile was anything but convincing. He struggled to meet your eye.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Eddie grunted, “It’s stupid.”

You shrugged. Gesturing to the cheap plastic headband which Steve insisted you put on as you helped him set up earlier that evening, you assured, “Can’t be any more stupid than this.”

That cracked a smile from him. Eddie’s eyes flickered from yours to the big Happy New Year! headband you wore.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“So, are you gonna tell me what’s bothering you, or should I just assume you’re sad that you aren’t getting to see Smokey Robinson perform on Rockin’ Eve tonight?”

“Could be worse,” Eddie laughed, head shaking slightly. “Last year, they had the Judds.”

You hummed and drowned a giggle in another sip of your drink. Eyes narrowing, you sized Eddie up over the plastic rim. He shifted his weight, shuffling his sneakers against the ground, and tapped aggressively against the Solo cup in his hand. Nervous energy exuded from his pores—more than usual. You struggled to figure out why.

After a few more thick moments of silence, Eddie sucks a deep breath in. His eyes caught yours as he fiddled with the skull ring on his finger.

“I’m sorry I’ve been MIA all night,” he said. “I’m just super nervous.”

“Nervous?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, see, there’s this really cool girl, who I really like, and I’ve been working up the nerve to ask her to kiss me at midnight.”

The world stilled. In your best attempt at remaining casual, you asked, “Oh? Lucky girl.”

He nodded. His lips curved into a small, playful smile and he reached behind himself to set down his nearly-empty cup. Your stomach flipped as he took a step towards you.

“Mhmm,” he hummed. “You might know her, actually. She’s, uh, about yay high–“

You could feel his warmth as he lifted his palm in line with the top of your head. It complimented the bite of butterflies at your stomach lining quite well. That warmth only spread as his grin widened and dimples popped:

“Kinda hard to miss. Prettiest girl in the room.”

“Better hurry,” you quip, checking your watch. “There’s only about five minutes left in ‘86.”

Eddie dropped his cheek to his shoulder. “Guess there’s no time to waste then…”

With a deep breath, he locked onto your gaze. “So, what do ya say? Can I kiss you?”

Your cheeks flushed with heat. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The remaining four minutes of the year passed in a blur of anticipation. Somewhere along the way, you set aside your drink and Eddie mustered up the courage to pull you to him by the hips. 

The chanting of your friends from the other room served as your cue.

Two!

Eddie’s fingers spread to cradle your cheeks. He kept your gaze locked on him. Your tongue pushed out to wet your lips as you smiled up at him.

One! 

The chorus of happy new year!s barely reached your ears over the thwump of your own heart as Eddie crashed his lips to yours. His hands gripped the back of your head, fingers tangled up in your hair. You swore the fireworks going off outside were just in your head as he moved his lips languidly against your mouth.

From his spot near the kitchen, Dustin spotted you and Eddie. He smirked and tipped his cup of Coke in toast. Eddie’s giant crush on you, as Dustin had lovingly called it, was anything but subtle. The amount of patience he had for you at your first meeting of Hellfire had been unexpected from their usually very strict Dungeon Master, to say the least. As time went on, and you became an integral part of the club—as much more than just the sole female member, he might add— you and Eddie became attached at the hip, but his soft spot for you never waned. It was obvious to Eddie’s friends that he had it bad for you; shit, Gareth put it best when he teased that you could see the cartoon hearts blooming in Eddie’s blown pupils. 

The feeling of your friends’ eyes burned into your skull, but, for once, you didn’t have it in you to care. Eddie cradled your face like the most precious of treasures and it was damn near impossible to think past the burn of his touch.

Dustin nudged Mike, tipping his head towards the couple. “Ha! Told you.”

The taller boy grumbled. He grimaced at the sight of his friends’ public display of affection and reached a hand into his pocket for his wallet. Mike slapped the $5 bill into Dustin’s waiting hand.

“Well, damn,” he said. “I really thought he’d never do it.”

As Steve turned his head towards the boys, his eyebrow quirked. “What was the bet?”

“Mike thought Eddie would never have the balls to actually make a move, but I knew better.”

Robin stepped up behind Steve, chin resting against his shoulder as she peeked out to see what they were all looking at. The wolf whistle she let out was loud and abrupt enough for Steve to take the glass of champagne from her hand, muttering about cutting her off.

To your surprise, you didn’t have it in yourself to feel embarrassed. You pulled away from Eddie’s kiss, dazed. “Holy shit.”

“Hell of a way to end the year, huh?” He whispered, pulling you in for another embrace.

[dearweirdme]

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“As for jk's recent live, there's not even a hint of him missing anyone there.”

you and the anon both failed to remember that jimin had a music shoe performance not even 10 hours later so jk's case couldn't be helped. and he DID say he missed jimin (to the anon) just before he started the live he replied to jimin's "i miss you" post with "me too". and the very next day jimin went live after his music show performance ended and jk very eagerly tried inviting him over for food and asked to come see him. from a jkk's perspective, it makes total sense that workaholic jimin didn't focus on anything other than his solo debut during that time and so jk was barely seeing him and was missing him. it's really not that deep and not 'unhealthy' as tkkrs like to say. it's VERY healthy for partners to take breaks from each other especially if it's to focus on work. had jk been working too then he wouldn't have felt the void as much as he did, but he had too much free time on his hand and he barely saw jimin who was busy as hell.

and jimin made his boundaries when it comes to work very clear when he told jk (during the bed live) that he'd only come see him when his promotions has ended. jimin likes his space when he works and he likes for jk to do the same.

Hi again anon!

I seriously cannot believe I have to explain this. Jimin’s comment on weverse ‘I miss you’ was for army… Jk’s comment on that ‘me too’ was also for army.. like, how do you not get that? How do you make a public comment on them missing army about them missing each other? How 🤯?!

The way you explain their relationship does not actually make sense anon. You make it seem as though Jk had no time for Jk at all during the period he worked on Face and the promotions he did afterwards.. that is just not realistic anon. Sure he was super busy, and knowing Jm he took it super seriously and he put in way more work and practice than necessary. But, he would still have had to sleep and to eat and I think he probably would have been able to schedule in some downtime at times. And Jk wasn’t actually doing much around that time, so he would have been able to just go to him whenever it suited Jm best. Even from a Jkk perspective I’d say it’s weird. Why would Jm not want Jk ‘the love of his life” there with him? Does he not need support? Why were Yoongi and Hobi with him but not Jk?

What you describe does not seem healthy to me. What would be healthy, is Jm going around his business and Jk just doing his thing. But you describe a Jk who cannot deal with being without Jm. You describe a Jm who places his work above his partner for an extended period of time. Being apart from your partner is normal, but it’s the way you cope when you’re apart that also matters. You paint Jk as a lovesick, unable to deal, begging for attention person, and Jimin is the one who holds all the rights to decide when they meet.

But, as I also said (and which you ignored) Jk wasn’t sad and upset during that live.

I see you have also completely misread the ‘ in bed live’ which was banter.

You are correct though about Jm not making time for Jk and that he put his work before meeting up with him. I think they did indeed not see each other much for a longer time, and very little inbetween. It did not effect Jk the way you think it did though. Jk was not pining away in his home waiting for Jm. Jk was going through a bit of a rough time of his own. Feeling weird from not being busy as a group. Feeling weird from having a lot of free time. Feeling weird from not knowing what to do musically. Feeling weird because all he’s known for the last ten years had changed. Not everything is about relationships anon. Losing the ‘normalcy’ of your everyday life is very drastic and I think (if you allowed yourself to actually listen to Jk talk) you can really notice how Jk has been going through a bit of a personal journey.

Now I know what you all do is talk about this, and you all make yourself believe that what ‘happened’ between Jk and Jk ia totally normal and they’re still the same (which is actually true 😂), but if you think of them in a relationship then the whole last year does not make any sense. Please leave out all your number theories for a bit and truly look at what’s left.

[dailyanarchistposts]

From anti-heteronormativity to anti-capitalism

The vomit performance described earlier can be interpreted as capitalist consump- tion. The ‘top’, or the dominant capitalist ideology, force-feeds products to the receptive consumer or ‘bottom’. As ‘the bottom struggles to keep taking in more than he really can’, as in middle-class debt-driven consumerism, and ‘the top is careful to give him just enough to stretch his capacities’, the same way capitalism stretches our capacities, ‘a dynamic is established between them in which they carefully keep at the threshold of gagging’ against consuming too much. Berlant and Warner figure this as erotic and the vomiting that follows as a sexualized ‘climax’, as the top offers his stomach for the stream of ejaculate/ vomit.

Susan Bordo considers vomiting emblematic of the contradictions between capitalist production and consumption:

In advanced consumer capitalism ... an unstable, agonistic construction of personality is produced by the contradictory structure of economic life. On the one hand, as ‘producer-selves’, we must be capable of sublimating, delaying, repressing desires for immediate gratification; we must cultivate the work ethic. On the other hand, as ‘consumer-selves’ we serve the system through a boundless capacity to capitulate to desire and indulge in impulse; we must become creatures who hunger for constant and immediate satisfaction. (1990: 96)

Consumerism cultivates the construction of the desire for consumerism itself, which extends beyond the desire for products to encompass the desire for a situ- ation of consumption in which there is a secure assumption that you can have everything you could possibly desire. The body cannot sustain these contradictions, however, even as every queer subject cannot participate in a counterpublic that calls for marginalized quasi-privatized gay-village spaces of consumerism predi- cated on public displays of perfect (white male) bodies indulging in capitalist excess. Vomiting is a bodily expression of the unsustainability of capitalism. This takes on a gendered dynamic as well, as Bordo has found. Women are supposed to make ourselves so ‘slender’ that we almost disappear, a disappearance that leads to multiple marginalizations in queer commercial spaces that demand entrance fees (class), are dominated by cis men (sex), are spaces that either reject or exoticize racialized groups (race), and demand specific body images (able-bodiness). Bordo argues that this ‘embodies the unstable ‘double-bind’ of consumer capitalism’ (1990: 99), as well as suggesting the untenability of women’s bodies within mascu- linist, heteronormative, racist, ableist, capitalist systems.

Queer commerce thus cannot empower all subjects. ‘Visibility in commodity culture is in this sense a limited victory for gays who are welcome to be visible as consumer subjects but not as social subjects’ (Hennessy, 1994–95: 32). It is precisely this social subjectivity that is at stake in anti-capitalist queer social movements.

Exhibit B: Projectile zine

In the 1990s my friend Leah and I produced a zine called Projectile: Stories about Puking, containing sections called, ‘Where to puke in Toronto’, ‘The Montreal Puke’ and ‘The Red Puke’ partner puke reviews, and ‘Colour-code yer puke’, with a cen- terfold depicting one of our friends bent forward projectiling a stream of puke from his mouth. Other punk issues covered included band reviews, condom reviews for sluts, the punk Beer Olympics in New York City, squatting, and police brutality. (Jeppesen and Visser, 1996)

We were always puking so we made a zine about it. For us puking was the fullest expression of an authentic excessiveness in a life lived with the kind of intensity disallowed by polite society. Puking at 7:00am after drinking all night at punk clubs and after-hours bars in a subway train full of commuters was the ultimate cathar- sis. Your head heated up, your face started sweating, your body trembled, you vibrated from toe to head, and that surge produced something of you, a kind of self-production, a collectively approved explosion against everything. The com- muters, staring in disgust, reproduced your disgust at society, as you passed the affect of disaffectation back to them.

These moments created and accelerated our passion and self-rebuilding. We were not caught up in surfaces of life, the body, cleanliness, linear time. Instead we lived in urban grit, by crumbling graffitied walls under train bridges, displaying the broken glass edges of our skin, enjoying the feeling of the piercing needle going in welling up our eyes, the tattoo gun drilling down through our skin. Scarification, cutting, branding, vomiting and fucking intensified our lives. Puking was the cul- mination of a night of fully engaged participation in the most intense gruelling enjoyable expressive living. Fucking was the culmination of an intense connection to another person, a letting go of bodily control, a full-on head-on encounter with another being. Both explosive and expulsive, they gave a sense of finality to the proceedings: Now I’m done. I have lived tonight to the fullest extent of my capac- ity, exceeding norms on so many fronts. ‘Where to puke in Toronto’ lists the grittiest corners of the city, back alleys with the stench of French fry vats and dead pigeons, ‘behind Sneaky Dee’s just outside the kitchen (or just inside)’, dark graffitied streets, abandoned houses, gravelly urban parks like the ‘junkie park at Dundas and Bathurst’ or ‘Kensington park in the sex bushes’ (Jeppesen and Visser, 1996). These were places we loved, we marked our territory with sex and vomit. Puking and fucking in public spaces and naming those spaces our own created a liberatory underground culture. This piece de´tournes the tourist guide ‘Where to dine out in Toronto’ turning consumption/dining in public by the privileged classes into production/vomiting in public by the underclasses. Puking was explicitly anti- capitalist, anti-consumerist and anti-spectacle. The two partner puke reviews tell relationship stories through vomit rated by ‘colour’, ‘texture’, ‘sound’, and ‘loca- tion’. What did it reveal about the relationship? ‘I always think of [them] fondly and somewhat pathetically when I’m hungover’ (Jeppesen and Visser, 1996), con- cludes one review. Puking and fucking drew us closer, creating zones of unmediated shared intensities. Vomiting is a sex-like manifestation of the non-normative, the ejaculate/projectile stream is a ‘fuck you’ on the pedestrian sidewalk of society. It expresses only its own intensities. It is the Deleuze and Guattarian body without organs (1983), literally ejecting its own organs, intensely embracing other bodies without organs. Love and intimacy are created in these moments which would be shameful in consumer culture where intimacy is produced in circumscribed places through consumerism – fancy restaurants, expensive gifts and so on. The excesses of affect and intimacy produced by vomiting and sex in public challenge hetero- normativity and its direct ties to capitalism.

Moreover, the boundary between public and private is thrown into crisis, per- haps even evacuated by the eroticized vomit performance and Projectile’s ‘stories about puking’, whereby both create non-shaming spaces as the body’s innards are put on display. Not just the sexualization of the act of vomiting, but the collapse of bourgeois decorum in the act of ‘puking’ are transgressions of boundaries linked to the public/private divide, including non-normative sexuality, public performance of bodily functions, the reinscription of positive affect onto normatively negative acts, an overshare of expressive personal proclivities, an outward display of punk pov- erty through the lack of private space in which to vomit and so on. Furthermore, the zine, as a form of autonomous media, creates its own fluid anti-capitalist autonomous public. Queer radicals have thus become anti-capitalist, recognizing ‘that heteronormative forms, so central to the accumulation and reproduction of capital, also depend on heavy interventions in the regulation of capital’ (Berlant and Warner, 2000: 327). But gay capitalism has been quick to establish norms of homosexuality consistent with consumerism.

[hopeful-hugz]

💜🧡 A LOT more Melody and Fir things:

Melody:

"Melly" was first used by Fir as a nickname for her, when they were younger. Since then everyone on the blog has adopted calling her that in some aspect.

Melody's a constant Remnant (FNAF) source given her unique circumstances.

Her main ability as a spirit is possession, currently specializing in possessing technology. Since her IC chip is her anchor, anything it's put into is something she can take direct control of.

This does mean she can possibly possess other bots' bodies as well, however they wouldn't be aware of it 90% of the time for obvious reasons. She doesn't like the fact that she has this power.

If her IC chip was broken or otherwise eliminated, that would broaden the scope of things she is capable of possessing. HOWEVER, it would also mean she has to be possessing something in order to remain anchored to the living world. If she isn't possessing something, only specific people would be capable of seeing her and she wouldn't be able to interact with anything whatsoever.

Can't leave her body in TWEWY universes. That's a one-way ticket to being alice-in-wonderlanded to the UG. It's a little more obvious there that something is up with her as well.

Will pretend to be human in predominantly dominated areas. Hates having to act more human than she needs to.

She wants to be a performer and sing on stage! She is. Very naive about the realities of this dream in particular.

Chamyle knew the dangers of the multiverse when making her body and knew one day she would want to go out into it and see it for herself. So she purposely made her body extremely durable, going as far to make modified alloys to ensure that it took a lot to destroy the body.

While her body is solar powered mainly, Chamyle also made Melody's body capable of drawing from many other power sources. If she needs to, she can run off almost anything that said body can process. This was added when she became capable of eating food, as a way to prevent waste if she did eat anything.

Despite being able to eat, Melody can't taste anything strongly. It's all faint since it's a trait from her ghost. If she was capable to tasking more though, she'd have a much bigger preference towards sweets and things that are EXTREMELY sour.

Her form is capable of being self-modified in small amounts to match any alterations to code.

Melody's code and soul are directly connected. Things that affect it and her IC chip can affect the very culmination of her being.

Fir:

Both her legs are wooden prosthetic given extended capability due to an enchantment from Noir. She's currently considering her moving to a different kind; the problem is finding something she can use that is capable of the abilities she needs

Fir's legs in specific are fir tree wood, which is where she got her name. Noir named her! She doesn't have a legal name.

Having been in one of the Undersoul Programs (Undertale/Deltarune) back in the day, it gave her an interest in that form of manifesting it in general. Hence she has become eerily good at having her soul separated from her body, despite still being connected to her.

Her soul takes the form of a little orange heart that floats about her and seems to have a mind of it's own, following her true desires and senses. This makes it VERY hard for her to lie about certain things unless she can physically grab the little heart.

Her fire magic is POWERFUL. She is an incredibly potent fire prodigy and enjoys working with it to a concerning degree. It comes in handy a lot of the time, however.

Other than her magic, Fir's main weapon of choice are iron knuckles of varying degrees.

She is very against the idea of personally having parents in any capacity. Fir is very vocal about both this and being overly cared for and will actively refuse things if they go too far.

Only capable of sleeping for one hour intervals before waking up again. No matter what is affecting her. This is due to a curse she doesn't even know is affecting her.

Both:

Melody is the brains and Fir is the brawn. This means with their newfound archivist work that Fir is usually the one out in the field, unless it's too dangerous and Melody's resilience is needed more.

Fir adores Melody's singing and it's one of the few things that can make her feel safe no matter what. Melody uses this rather often.

Both Fir and Melody live in Arhive Sigilate / The Sealed Archives now that Chamyle has moved on to be someone new. Melody is it's primary caretaker and Fir will check in on the temporary visitors there and interact with them.

Melody also handles initial visitor or returning visitors, while Fir takes care of the Mass amounts of regular and cursed unown that take up residence in Arhive Sigilate.

Melody is currently teaching Fir to dance. It's not going well.

Fir is incredibly protective over Melody, often casting suspicion on anyone new she brings around. It takes a lot longer for her to warm up to and accept people than her girlfriend, given her past of being puppeteered and manipulated. Melody understands this and often warns people of the fact that Fir could be like that and it's not because of any dislike.

While Melody doesn't fear death, she does fear killing and the death of Fir. In contrast, Fir isn't afraid to get her hands dirty and commit some violence- bit verbal and physical- but is terrified of actually dying permanently. Despite this, Melody is still usually the cautious and logical one, with Fir being incredibly reckless and chaotic.

PDA isn't a huge thing for Fir and Melody. Unless it's for emotional reasons, it usually very rare to see them affectionate with one another. Given both are highly affectionate people, this is incredibly out-of-character for them.

Melody will most often call Fir her partner, while Fir will solely call Melody her girlfriend.

Fir is heavily melee focused in combat, aiming to hit hard and take an opponent out fast. Melody is more ranged and defensive, preferring to keep her distance. That being said, they both have options to handle each others roles for when they are stuck fighting on their own. Melody has the Z-Saber that she inherited from Chamyle and Fir has ranged spells.

[krispyfannerd]

Why a Wooden Knitting Needles Set is the Ultimate Choice for Every Knitter

Knitting is a beautiful craft that allows you to create stunning garments and accessories while offering a sense of relaxation and satisfaction. However, the quality of your tools plays a huge role in how enjoyable and successful your knitting projects are. One tool that is gaining popularity for its performance and aesthetic appeal is the Wooden Knitting Needles Set. Whether you're a beginner or a seasoned pro, choosing the right needles can elevate your knitting experience, and wooden needles provide a perfect balance of comfort, durability, and style. In this blog, we’ll explore the reasons why you should consider investing in a Wooden Knitting Needles Set and how it can transform your knitting practice.

The Beauty of Wooden Knitting Needles

Comfortable and Gentle on Your Hands

If you spend long hours knitting, the right needle is key to making the experience enjoyable and pain-free. Unlike metal needles that can feel cold or slippery, Wooden Knitting Needles Sets provide a natural, warm feel that is gentle on your hands. The smooth texture of the wood gives you a secure yet soft grip, making it easier to hold the needles for extended periods without experiencing discomfort or hand strain. Additionally, the lightweight nature of wooden needles reduces the pressure on your wrists and fingers, especially during long knitting sessions, making them a go-to option for those with sensitive hands or arthritis.

Durability You Can Rely On

When purchasing any knitting tool, durability is always a top consideration. Wooden knitting needles are known for their strength and longevity. A Wooden Knitting Needles Set is designed to withstand years of use without warping, bending, or breaking. Whether you are working on light lacework or heavy garments, these needles can handle a range of yarn types and tensions. Their resilience makes them an excellent investment for any knitter who wants reliable tools that stand the test of time. Wooden needles also tend to get smoother and more polished with use, which only enhances their quality over time.

Smooth and Precise Stitching

The way your yarn moves across your needles plays a significant role in your knitting projects. A Wooden Knitting Needles Set offers a smooth knitting experience by providing just the right amount of friction to keep your yarn in place. Unlike slippery metal needles, which may cause your yarn to slide off too easily, wooden needles offer enough grip to keep your stitches secure while ensuring they glide effortlessly. This is particularly beneficial for knitters working with slippery yarns, such as silk or cotton, as it helps prevent yarn slippage and ensures an even stitch tension.

Eco-Friendly and Sustainable

For eco-conscious knitters, using a Wooden Knitting Needles Set is a sustainable choice. Many wooden needles are made from bamboo or other renewable resources, making them an environmentally friendly option compared to plastic or metal needles. Bamboo, in particular, is a fast-growing plant that is naturally replenishable, making it an excellent choice for sustainable crafting. Choosing wooden needles over synthetic alternatives helps reduce your carbon footprint and contribute to a more eco-friendly knitting practice.

How to Choose the Right Wooden Knitting Needles Set

Now that you know why wooden needles are a fantastic choice, let’s discuss how to select the perfect Wooden Knitting Needles Set for your needs. Here are some important factors to consider before making your purchase:

Needle Sizes and Variety

A good Wooden Knitting Needles Set should offer a variety of sizes to accommodate different yarn types and knitting patterns. Different projects require different needle sizes, so a well-rounded set will provide a range of options for everything from intricate lace knitting to larger projects like scarves, sweaters, or blankets. Having a variety of sizes ensures that you’re prepared for any project, whether it’s a delicate shawl or a cozy blanket.

Needle Length Options

In addition to size, the length of the needles is also an important consideration. Long needles are ideal for larger projects where you need more space for your stitches, such as blankets or shawls. Shorter needles, on the other hand, are better for smaller projects like socks, mittens, or hats. When purchasing a Wooden Knitting Needles Set, it’s helpful to choose one that includes both long and short needle options to accommodate a variety of projects and knitting styles.

Smooth Finish and Quality of Wood

The finish and quality of the wood used in your Wooden Knitting Needles Set can make a significant difference in your overall knitting experience. Look for needles made from high-quality woods, such as bamboo or rosewood, that have been properly polished to provide a smooth, snag-free surface. A smooth finish allows your yarn to glide effortlessly over the needle, ensuring consistent stitches without the frustration of yarn catching or snagging. High-quality wooden needles will also stand up to regular use, providing you with reliable tools for years to come.

Ergonomic Design for Comfort

Ergonomics are key when selecting knitting needles, especially if you knit for extended periods. Wooden Knitting Needles Sets with an ergonomic design can make a huge difference in comfort. Look for needles with tapered tips and a comfortable shaft that fits naturally in your hands. Some wooden needles even have a slight texture along the shaft for a better grip, which can help reduce fatigue and provide more control over your stitches.

Advantages of Using a Wooden Knitting Needles Set

Gentle on Hands and Wrists: The lightweight and smooth nature of wooden needles makes them easy on your hands, especially during extended knitting sessions.

Quiet Knitting: Unlike metal needles that can make a lot of noise when clashing together, wooden needles are much quieter, offering a more peaceful and soothing knitting experience.

Better Yarn Control: Wooden needles offer just the right amount of grip, keeping your yarn from slipping off unexpectedly, which is essential for maintaining consistent stitch tension.

Aesthetic Appeal: Wooden needles are often beautifully crafted with unique natural grain patterns that make them a joy to use and display.

Environmentally Friendly: Most wooden needles are made from renewable resources, making them a sustainable and eco-friendly choice for knitters.

Conclusion:

Investing in a Wooden Knitting Needles Set is a decision that every knitter will appreciate. From their comfort and durability to their smooth knitting experience and environmental benefits, wooden needles offer everything you need to elevate your crafting sessions. Whether you’re working on intricate lace projects or cozy winter accessories, a good set of wooden needles will provide the control, comfort, and precision you need to create beautiful knitwear. By choosing a Wooden Knitting Needles Set, you’re not just improving your knitting tools; you’re investing in a sustainable, long-lasting option that will serve you well for years to come. Happy knitting!

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Warning: Don't Replace Your Laptop Until You Read This Roseville Expert's Advice

Why Your "Dying" Laptop Might Just Need a Little TLC

Thinking about replacing your laptop? Hold on! You might be about to spend a small fortune when a simple fix could do the trick.

Many people believe that when their laptop slows down, crashes, or starts acting up, it's time for a new one. But that's not always true. In fact, a skilled technician can breathe new life into an "old" device—saving you hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars.

The Truth About Laptop Performance

Before you rush to buy a new laptop, consider these key points:

✅ Most slowdowns are caused by simple issues—not permanent damage. ✅ Upgrades can make an old laptop feel brand new (without the hefty price tag). ✅ Repairs are often cheaper than replacements, especially when handled by experts like Celltech.

So, how do you know if your laptop is actually dying or just in need of a tune-up? Let’s break it down.

Signs Your Laptop Needs Repair—Not Replacement

Not every sluggish laptop is a lost cause. Here are some common problems that can be fixed instead of throwing your device away:

1. It’s Running Slower Than a Turtle

Laptops slow down for all sorts of reasons, and most of them aren’t fatal. The likely culprits?

Too many background programs hogging memory.

A full hard drive that needs cleaning.

Not enough RAM for modern applications.

Outdated software that’s dragging everything down.

🛠 The Fix: A technician can upgrade your RAM, swap out an old hard drive for a faster SSD, or clean up unnecessary files.

2. Your Battery Barely Lasts an Hour

Laptop batteries aren't built to last forever. If yours drains in record time, don’t panic!

🔋 The Fix: Battery replacements are quick, affordable, and much cheaper than a new laptop.

3. The Screen is Cracked or Flickering

A broken screen might look bad, but it doesn’t mean your entire laptop is toast.

💻 The Fix: Screen replacements are one of the most common and cost-effective laptop repairs.

4. Your Laptop Overheats and Sounds Like a Jet Engine

If your laptop is hot enough to fry an egg, there’s an issue. Overheating can slow down performance and even cause random shutdowns.

🔥 The Fix: Cleaning out dust, replacing thermal paste, or fixing a broken fan can cool things down fast.

5. Strange Noises or Random Freezes

Weird clicking sounds? Sudden blue screens? These are warning signs, but they don’t necessarily mean the end.

🛠 The Fix: A technician can diagnose whether it’s a failing hard drive, loose hardware, or just a software issue.

When Should You Actually Replace Your Laptop?

Sometimes, a new laptop is the best option. Here are a few cases where an upgrade makes more sense:

🚫 Your laptop is over 8-10 years old and struggles with basic tasks. 🚫 Repairs cost more than a replacement (rare, but it happens). 🚫 Your needs have changed (e.g., you need a high-power machine for video editing).

If none of these apply, why spend more when a simple fix will do?

How to Extend Your Laptop’s Life (and Save Money!)

Want your laptop to last years longer? Follow these easy tips:

✅ Keep it clean: Dust and dirt can cause overheating. ✅ Uninstall junk software: Less clutter = faster performance. ✅ Use a cooling pad: Helps prevent overheating and shutdowns. ✅ Upgrade your storage and RAM: A solid-state drive (SSD) can work wonders. ✅ Get expert help when needed: Celltech offers affordable, expert repairs to keep your laptop running smoothly.

Final Thoughts: Save Your Wallet, Save Your Laptop

Before you drop hundreds (or thousands) on a new laptop, ask yourself: Does my laptop really need replacing?

Chances are, a quick repair or upgrade can make it feel brand new again. And if you're in Roseville, the experts at Celltech can diagnose, repair, and upgrade your laptop for a fraction of the cost of a new one.

💰 Save money. Save time. Save your laptop.

So, before you hit "buy" on that new device—get expert advice first!

[roberttanser]

Tadalista 20 And Its Impact On Sexual Health And Confidence

Sexual health plays a significant role in a person’s overall well-being, affecting not just physical health but emotional and psychological states as well. Erectile dysfunction (ED) is a common issue that many men face, and it can have far-reaching impacts on self-esteem and relationships.

Tadalista 20, a popular medication containing Tadalafil, offers a solution for those struggling with ED. This article explores how Tadalista 20 can improve sexual health and boost confidence, enhancing the quality of life for its users.

What is Tadalista 20?

Tadalista 20 is a prescription medication used to treat erectile dysfunction. It contains Tadalafil, a phosphodiesterase type 5 (PDE5) inhibitor, which works by increasing blood flow to the penis. By blocking the action of PDE5, Tadalafil helps to relax the blood vessels in the penile area, making it easier to achieve and maintain an erection when sexually aroused.

Tadalista 20 is designed to provide long-lasting results, with its effects lasting up to 36 hours, earning it the nickname "The Weekend Pill."

Tadalista 20's Effect on Sexual Health

One of the main reasons men turn to Tadalista 20 is to improve their erectile function. Erectile dysfunction can be caused by various factors, including physical conditions like diabetes, high blood pressure, or heart disease, as well as psychological factors like stress or anxiety.

Tadalista 20 helps men regain control over their sexual performance by providing more consistent and reliable erections.

The medication works within 30 to 60 minutes of ingestion, and it continues to work for up to 36 hours. This extended window of effectiveness allows men to be more spontaneous in their sexual activities without needing to time their doses precisely.

For those struggling with ED, Tadalista 20 offers a sense of normalcy and freedom, leading to improved sexual health.

How Tadalista 20 Boosts Confidence

The impact of Tadalista 20 on confidence cannot be overstated. For men who suffer from erectile dysfunction, the psychological toll can be significant. ED can cause feelings of inadequacy, anxiety, and embarrassment, which in turn can strain relationships and impact overall well-being.

Tadalista 20 helps alleviate some of these emotional burdens by enabling men to perform sexually with greater reliability and ease. The medication’s ability to restore erectile function can lead to a significant boost in self-esteem, allowing men to feel more comfortable and confident in intimate situations.

Many users report feeling more positive about their sexual experiences and relationships, thanks to the renewed sense of control over their sexual health.

Moreover, the positive effects of Tadalista 20 often extend beyond the bedroom. As sexual health improves, so too does overall mental health, leading to better emotional resilience, a more positive outlook, and improved social and personal relationships.

The Role of Lifestyle Changes in Maximizing Results

While Tadalista 20 is highly effective in treating erectile dysfunction, it’s important to remember that lifestyle factors also play a significant role in sexual health. A healthy diet, regular exercise, and stress management can all contribute to improved erectile function and sexual confidence.

For instance, regular physical activity enhances circulation and overall cardiovascular health, both of which are crucial for optimal erectile function.

Eating a balanced diet rich in fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, and whole grains can help maintain healthy blood flow and prevent underlying conditions that may contribute to ED, such as high cholesterol or high blood pressure. Managing stress and getting enough sleep also play key roles in maintaining sexual health and confidence.

Combining Tadalista 20 with a healthy lifestyle can help users achieve the best possible outcomes, not just in terms of sexual performance, but in their overall health and well-being.

Potential Side Effects and Safety Considerations

Like all medications, Tadalista 20 can have side effects, although not everyone experiences them. Common side effects include headaches, dizziness, flushing, and upset stomach.

These side effects are usually mild and temporary. However, some users may experience more serious side effects, such as chest pain, vision changes, or priapism (a painful erection lasting more than four hours). If any of these occur, it is important to seek medical attention immediately.

Before using Tadalista 20, it is essential to consult with a healthcare provider, especially if you have any pre-existing medical conditions like heart disease, kidney problems, or a history of stroke.

Additionally, Tadalista 20 may interact with certain medications, such as nitrates or alpha-blockers, so it is important to disclose all medications you are taking to your doctor.

Is Tadalista 20 Right for You?

Tadalista 20 can be a great treatment option for many men experiencing erectile dysfunction. However, not everyone is a candidate for this medication.

It is essential to speak with a healthcare provider to determine whether Tadalista 20 is the right choice for your specific needs. Your doctor will assess your medical history, current health status, and lifestyle factors to help you make an informed decision.

If you suffer from ED, and traditional treatments haven’t worked or you want a more reliable option, Tadalista 20 mg might be an excellent solution. It’s crucial to follow your doctor’s recommendations and use the medication as prescribed to ensure optimal results.

Conclusion

Tadalista 20 is a highly effective treatment for erectile dysfunction that can improve sexual health and restore confidence in men who struggle with ED.

With its long-lasting effects and ability to enhance sexual performance, it offers a renewed sense of control and boosts self-esteem. By combining Tadalista 20 with a healthy lifestyle, users can achieve even better results, further enhancing their overall well-being.

If you are considering Tadalista 20 as a solution for erectile dysfunction, consult with a healthcare provider to determine if it is the right choice for you. Taking the first step toward better sexual health and confidence could significantly improve your quality of life.

[meatmechapilot]

Sugar Baby Diaries

Chapter 3: Christmas!

Chapter 2

Eren ground down on Levi's crotch, causing the older man to groan. Levi is currently sitting in a chair in his penthouse, his hands cuffed behind his back while Eren is performing an obscene lap dance for him.

Normally, Levi would be too happy to receive a lap dance from Eren, but today he is feeling quite frustrated since he can only look at Eren and feel the sensations, but he can't reach out and touch. Adding to the frustration is the fact that this is happening on Christmas, which is his birthday to boot. As the birthday boy, Levi thought that he should not be restrained, and should be able to touch as much as he likes.

Eren just then ground down on Levi's crotch again, rubbing on the older man’s hard dick. Levi tried to thrust up for more friction, only for Eren to give him a sly smile and moved away from the older man again. When he was a good distance away, Eren reached out and put his hand on Levi's dick and started to stroke. "This feels painful," Eren purred, clearly angling for a reaction from Levi. "Do you want me to do something about it?" The boy said in a teasing manner.

"Either ride me, or take the cuff off of me, so I can pound you into the mattress." Levi commanded. Eren didn't pay him any mind, but responded by giving Levi's dick a light squeeze, while making sure Levi still had no relief. In almost a year that Levi had known Eren, he noticed that the boy had a mischievous streak. However, Eren rarely displayed it when they were together, since they were always preoccupied with having sex whenever they would meet up.

Earlier that week, Eren's parents went on a Christmas Cruise, so he was free to spend his entire Winter Break with Levi. Eren had practically moved in with Levi in his penthouse, and they had been making good use of their extended time together. Levi would be busy with his work, and whenever he was tired of work, Eren would be there to relieve his stress.

Levi was still busy reestablishing his Mafia businesses, which had retrenched during his stint in jail and then community service. This meant Levi had to stay in for the most part, and he and Eren had a very domestic holiday together. Levi promised to take Eren on a proper vacation, as soon as his Syndicate re-established dominance in its former territories.

Levi was beginning to think that he should actually pay more attention to Eren besides just using his body to sate his lust. After all, his original plan for the boy was to recruit him for his organization. Eren has potential, and in the right hand, the boy could be molded into something beautiful, yet deadly. The beginnings of a grand plan for Eren was forming inside Levi’s brian. But for now, Levi was content to play along with Eren's games.

What Eren lacks in finesse, the boy more than makes up for in creativity. Levi still couldn't believe Eren actually got him to agree to be cuffed to the chair. Eren was doing his best innocent virgin impression, all blushes and demure looks. It really looked like he wanted Levi to initiate him into the world of BDSM. Levi thought that he was going to spend Christmas (and his birthday) teaching Eren how to truly be submissive to him.

Eren himself didn't quite believe that his plan to get back at Levi was working so well. He had thought he was being too obvious, but to his surprise, Levi went along with him and let himself be cuffed to the chair. This was probably the only chance Eren somehow managed to get the jump on Levi, and he just went for it.

Eren had been either grinding his ass or gently stroking Levi's erection for the better part of an hour. Levi was visibly frustrated, but not angry. Eren knew that as soon as he took the handcuffs off Levi, he was in for it. Levi was going to pound him so hard for this. But Eren was almost at his limits, and he can sense that Levi was close as well. Eren didn't want Levi's frustration to turn into outright anger, so when he pulled away one last time, he quickly pulled out a key and undid the handcuffs.

As soon as he was free, Levi grabbed Eren and shoved him onto the bed, then climbed on top of him. "What was that all about?" Levi demanded, even as he spread Eren's legs and penetrated him roughly. Eren prepared himself beforehand, but was still caught off guard by the force of Levi’s thrust.

"Payback for the toy," Eren mumbled, pleasure had already replaced the initial pain of penetration, and it was making it hard for Eren to concentrate.

"That's a long time to hold a grudge," Levi half joked while pushing another well aimed thrust into Eren's ass.

Eren moaned before replying, "It's!" another thrust interrupted him.

"The matter of -- ahh!", and another thrust.

"Principle!" Eren finally finished his answer.

"Well, then," Levi rumbled into Eren's ear, while he was balls deep inside Eren, "I better enact my own payback now." He withdrew from Eren then flipped him onto his hands and knees, and resumed pounding into Eren twice as hard, making the boy's voice ragged from vocalizing his pleasure.

Eren welcomed the rough handling. He loves it when Levi puts him in his place. It was his favorite activity in the world, and it was Levi's too. They each sleep better after utterly exhausting themselves with sex. And when Levi finished putting Eren through his paces, they sank into a deep, restful sleep.

[litnerd]

First week of lectures (21.10. - 24.10.) update

Hm well, I guess it's not gonna be daily updates with me after all :') but I'll try to update you as often as somehow possible.

There's some great news regarding my term paper-- after consulting my teacher she allowed me to extend the deadline/ ignore the deadline. This means I can do all this in my own time without getting horrible backpains from being hunched over in front of my notebook, working in the library for hours on end. Still, I want to finish it till the middle of November to get it out of the way so I can better concentrate on the rest of my classes.

Today's plan:

Today I will go to the library of the Seminar of English Philology (it's the coziest library 'on' campus) to work on an assignment.

Some background info for those who are interested:

In my semantics & pragmatics course we have to do weekly assignments (each will give us 4 points) which will then be added to the points we get in the final exam (adding up to a 100 points max), which is a take-home exam. I took syntax last semester and I'm so glad that semantics & pragmatics doesn't have a midterm exam and the final isn't an open book exam that you have to complete in 90 minutes! It takes a lot of weight off my shoulders.

You must know that I take a loooot of courses this semester. I have more than 30 credits (you're supposed to take courses between 28-30 credits, because they would make up 40 hours of work per week, homework time etc. included) so every course that doesn't have a super complicated final exam is a big relief!

New courses

So, I only visited 2 other lectures so far (many things only start next week): the introduction to German sign language (DGS) and one on the early modern literary period of English writing (yeiz, Shakespeare!).

I also visited two seminars: German sign language practice and my acting course.

The acting course was fun, even though there hadn't been any acting yet! The teacher said it would take too long pushing all the tables to the sides so we would start by getting to know each other a little bit. We introduced ourselves with names & the subjects we study (in my case English literature and culture and 'Germanistik') and then we played a looong round of 2 truths 1 lie, which was quite entertaining. The teacher explained to us how warming up before acting (which is what a big portion of this class is going to be about) is incredibly important and sometimes the only way to manage a play when you feel stuck otherwise. Sometimes the only way to get out of your head and manage to give the best performance is by starting at the very bottom and making your way up. I never thought about it this way, mostly cause I'm horrible at all the warm up shenanigans... It's gonna be interesting to see if I'll improve at all, though. Our final ist going to be basically a diary we have to keep about the course, which is going to be an easy pass! I mean I'm quite literally writing the diary right now already, aren't I?

The sign language course was very fun as well! I never thought about the fact that for a person who speaks German sign language, German would be their secondary language. Signers (those of them who were born deaf) can often write and read German (or whatever spoken language they grew up with) but it's more complicated for them because sign language has very short and direct sentences. As you might know if you read "the horrible German language" by Mark Twain... German is the complete opposite of short and direct. We tend to put our verbs at the end of the sentence (though not all the time) which means you work through a very long sentence having to remember the entire content of it until you FINALLY get to the verb so you know what the sentence actually is about... Sign language has different grammar in general- I didn't know that either! It does make complete sense, but I just never thought about it. And there are different dialects of sign language, even inside Germany. There are minor differences between those dialects such as how they sign colours or the days of the week.

Our teacher is deaf herself and for our first session there was a sign interpretor, translating everything she signed into German and anything we asked her into DGS. From next week on the translator won't be there anymore, so we won't be able to speak German to her unless we write down our questions on the board... Scary, but also kind of cool! She can write German, too, so she will probably give us our exercises via power point presentation. Our final exam in this course will be an "oral" test, aka we gotta practice some signing (it's not going to be extremely hard since it's a beginners course) like signing our names, using the finger alphabet, saying "hello" and "how are you" etc. Just the very basics. We tried doing the finger alphabet already this time and I felt like I was tangling my fingers into a knot :') I have absolutely no idea what my hand is doing when I don't look at it lol!

Anyways, that's it guys. See ya!

[tcawirelespearlcity]

Phone Repair Tips for Oahu Residents: When to Repair vs. Replace

Living in Oahu, your phone is more than just a gadget—it’s an essential tool for staying connected with friends, family, and work. But when your phone starts acting up or gets damaged, the big question arises: Should you repair your phone or replace it? At Aloha Phone Repair by TCA Wireless - Pearl City, we understand that this can be a tough decision. To help you make the best choice, we’ve put together some helpful tips to guide you through the decision-making process, tailored specifically for our Oahu community.

When Should You Repair Your Phone?

In many cases, repairing your phone is the most cost-effective and convenient option. Here’s when it makes the most sense to opt for phone repair:

1. Cracked or Broken Screens

A cracked or shattered screen is one of the most common phone issues. While it can be frustrating, screen damage doesn’t always mean it’s time for a new phone. At Phone Repair near me, we offer quick and affordable phone screen repairs that will have your phone looking and functioning like new in no time. Most screen replacements can be done within an hour, so there’s no need to deal with the inconvenience of a cracked screen for long.

When to repair:

The phone is still relatively new or in good condition.

The screen damage hasn’t affected the internal hardware.

Repair costs are much lower than the price of a new phone.

2. Battery Issues

If your phone’s battery drains quickly or won’t hold a charge, it may be time for a replacement. Battery replacements are an easy and affordable fix that can extend the life of your phone significantly. Instead of splurging on a new device, visit Aloha Phone Repair for a fast battery replacement service. Our team will have your phone’s battery working like new, saving you the cost of a new device.

When to repair:

The phone’s performance is otherwise excellent, except for the battery life.

The phone is relatively new, and a battery replacement is a low-cost solution.

3. Water Damage

Accidents happen, especially when you live in Oahu with so many beaches and outdoor activities. Water damage doesn’t always mean your phone is beyond repair. Bring it to Aloha Phone Repair right away, and we’ll assess the damage. Many water-damaged phones can be fixed if treated quickly, avoiding the cost of a new phone.

When to repair:

The phone still turns on after water exposure.

Water damage is minimal, and parts can be repaired or replaced without significant costs.

4. Software Issues

If your phone is freezing, lagging, or experiencing software glitches, it’s often a simple software issue that can be resolved without replacing the device. Our technicians can troubleshoot and fix software-related problems, saving you the hassle and expense of buying a new phone.

When to repair:

The phone is in good physical condition, and the issue is primarily software-based.

A factory reset or software update may resolve the problem.

When Should You Replace Your Phone?

While repairing is often the best option, there are times when replacing your phone may be the smarter choice. Here’s when it makes sense to invest in a new device:

1. Significant Hardware Damage

If your phone has suffered extensive hardware damage, such as a broken motherboard or severe internal issues, repairs may be too costly or complicated. In this case, it might be more practical to invest in a new phone rather than pay for extensive repairs.

When to replace:

The cost of repairing the phone is more than half the price of a new phone.

Multiple internal components are damaged, making repairs expensive and complex.

2. Your Phone is Outdated

If your phone is several years old and struggling to keep up with new software updates and apps, it might be time to upgrade. Older phones tend to slow down over time, and if you’re missing out on essential features or experiencing lag, a replacement might be the best option.

When to replace:

The phone is no longer receiving software updates.

Performance is significantly slower, even after repairs or resets.

3. Frequent Repairs

If you’ve had to repair your phone multiple times in the past year, it might be a sign that the phone’s overall longevity is reaching its limit. At some point, the cost and inconvenience of frequent repairs outweigh the benefits of keeping the device.

When to replace:

You’ve repaired your phone more than twice for major issues.

The phone continues to have problems even after repairs.

Why Oahu Residents Trust Aloha Phone Repair

At Aloha Phone Repair, we pride ourselves on helping Oahu residents make the best decisions when it comes to iPhone repair and all types of phone repairs. Here’s why locals trust us:

Fast and Reliable Repairs: Most repairs, like screen replacements and battery changes, are completed the same day, ensuring you get back to your routine without delay.

Experienced Technicians: Our team has years of experience handling all types of phone repairs, from minor fixes to complex issues.

Affordable Pricing: We offer competitive, transparent pricing with no hidden fees. You’ll always know what to expect before we begin any repairs.

Convenient Location: We’re conveniently located in McDonald's Parking Lot next to Territorial Savings Bank at 850 Kamehameha Hwy Ste #8, Pearl City, HI 96782. Whether you’re in town or coming from another part of the island, we’re easy to reach.

FAQs

Q: How long does a typical phone repair take? A: Most common repairs, such as screen replacements or battery changes, can be completed in under an hour.

Q: How much does it cost to repair a phone? A: The cost varies depending on the issue and phone model. We provide upfront pricing, so you’ll know the cost before any work begins.

Q: Do you offer a warranty on repairs? A: Yes, we offer warranties on both parts and labor for all our repairs. If you experience any issues after the repair, simply bring your phone back, and we’ll fix it at no additional cost.

Q: Can you repair all phone brands? A: Yes, we repair all major phone brands, including iPhones, Samsung, Google, LG, and more.

Q: What should I do if my phone has water damage? A: Turn off your phone immediately and bring it to us as soon as possible. The sooner we address the water damage, the better the chance of saving your device.

Contact Us Today!

If you’re in Oahu and need reliable, fast, and affordable phone repair service , visit Aloha Phone Repair by TCA Wireless - Pearl City. We’re located in McDonald's Parking Lot next to Territorial Savings Bank at 850 Kamehameha Hwy Ste #8, Pearl City, HI 96782.

Call us at +1 (808) 944-8886 to schedule your repair or stop by for a quick fix. Whether you choose to repair or replace, we’re here to help you make the right decision!

[the-firebird69]

And we have an ideas but he wants one of the VW bug Porsches and it's a great idea it really is and wonders if you can turn like a Chevy and a Ford into a BMW sedan and people do that and we can do that too as a kid it's a way to start he says you get a name like Trump does you know like plant on company or something or stick on panel company Eddie's dumb names and you start that and then you take the plant on and you keep the name and it's for like this full kit it doesn't make any sense but they sell it and that's what he's using for cover Saturday it says no not really so we'll go ahead and try that but yeah we want to hold you a Porsche okay good the Volkswagen

:: the standard Volkswagens like 97 to 2000 2017 or something now 2007 they made a lot of these it's probably 3 or 400 trillion and each area and they come with a lot of 140 horsepower and if you put on the Porsche and kids it says 9:29 it looks like it was very cool and it's a lowered one and it it has a very sleek look to it and it is very fast start the VW bug will go 180 mph when you put the plants on kit on and you keep the interior that you don't touch the roof for the frame or anything you just pull some panels off and you pull the fender and bumpers off and you put new ones on and some plantains not many times and it goes then 235 mph cuz again of 55 mph but you're changing the tires and rims yes you have to do that because the kit calls for it you're not laughing the engine in this case or really the exhaust but she just pretty extenders on if you want to add this performance schedule will go about 285 miles an hour so he wants to get it and would have a limiter and still be about 150 mph but that is very fast and it is. And we think we can make the kit for cheaper of course he was saying to build it ourselves and sell it as a different car and it's not a replica it's a kit and it would look like when it wouldn't be exactly like one but selling the kid is safer bets and it's not much work and we can offer the interior but that really is a kid itself is just quarter panels and fenders bumper extenders and plant-ons and there's some sanding and prepping to do that's minor stuff you get yourself and have some bolts and screws and nuts you're not touching the glass at all on the whole car and the whole kit would be like wholesale $2,000 and retail about $3,500 and it would look like a Porsche and people would go nuts here's a Volkswagen now and you can turn that into a Porsche quite easily you take the panels off they come off the the wheel hubs come off and the rear comes off and the trunk and the hood you take it all off and you put all new on and it's lighter and the enclosure is sufficient and the metal doesn't really help you much no it does but we can sell it reinforced and you'll still be the same price more or less he's thinking of metal panels but that would require a lot more effort because they want the plastic so reinforce plastics is good it comes with like metal on it and it acts as part of the accident so we could do an accident testing I'm going to start assembling these and I've got father and mother and from Hera's side even though they do a different car they want to see how it goes for the BMW idea and that would be older BMWs and you convert them into supercars people want to do that my father and mother want to do it all the time if something fun project and they can make it safe enough and it's really something that would be a lot of fun for people it's dangerous these days but we know the type

Savage oppress

I don't give a darn but I want to get going on this he wants me to get going on too and he's going to get going we have a lot of great ideas but he's going to move it Thor Freya Olympus