#this is messing up my queue all your interesting questions

[bethanydelleman]

I've noticed that the gentry tends to look down on lawyers. In P&P there's a whole paragraph where Caroline talks about how Lizzy has an uncle who's a lawyer and how fitting that makes her for Darcy since his uncle was a high ranking judge. And in Downton Abby the news that the new heir Matthew Crawley works as a lawyer is almost scandalous to them. Why is that?

Okay, short answer: There are two types of lawyers and Mr. Philips and Matthew Crawley (I'm assuming, it's been a minute since I watched DA) are the wrong type. Only one type was considered gentry.

Long Answer: There were actually SIX TYPES OF LAWYERS because there were three systems of law and two types of lawyers for each system. The basic difference was this, "middle class" lawyers did research and prepared for court cases, did wills etc. Today in England they would be called a solicitor. But at this time they were also called attorneys and proctors.

The gentry class lawyers, today called barristers, are the ones who actually argued in court and could become judges. They were also called serjeants and advocates. I think we can safely assume that John Knightley (Emma) is a barrister, or upper class lawyer. The other barrister is probably Mr. William Elliot from Persuasion.

Mr. Shepherd (Persuasion), Wickham's father and Mr. Philips (Pride & Prejudice) are all probably solicitors of some variety.

So why and what is the difference? The biggest difference is that solicitors did an apprenticeship and were paid directly by their clients. Barristers were paid a commission "gift" by a solicitor, which made their profession FANCY and HIGH CLASS. They also went to university and had to join the very exclusive barrister club (there were only about 600 of them in England at this time). The wife of a barrister could also be presented at court, but not a solicitor.

And of course, in keeping with this distinction, barristers made a lot more money. On average around £4000 a year, but up to £15,000!

The three systems of law were common, canon (church), and equity. Common law covered almost everything. Equity law a secondary system where someone who believed their common law verdict was too strict could seek relief, it also handled guardianship and things like trusts. Canon law dealt with divorce and wills, as well as special permission to do things in the church, like holding multiple livings.

By the way, divorce by criminal conversation (cheating) went through the common law court, canon court, and then went to parliament. It was not cheap or easy!

Common - Serjeants, attorneys

Equity - Barristers, solicitors

Canon - Advocates, proctors

Primary Source

Secondary (and free) Source

[icepoptroll]

So I've been heavy into RTC in recent months. As well I work as a nurse. So naturally this idea came to me:

Everyone Lives AU where the choir kids survive the Cyclone accident, wake up in the hospital, and come to find out their nurse is a guy named. . . Yep. Karnak

Ricky wrote him a lengthy note between hourly rounds about how they all had died and they were in limbo and he was there too, and while he was there he was a magical mechanical fortune teller with prognostication and resurrection abilities, and how he's not sure how he's there with them now because a rat had killed him by chewing through his power cable. Karnak reads it and responds with a chuckle and "ah yes, your parents DID mention that you have a very active imagination, Richard." *Queue gobsmacked Ricky face*

Ocean is more scared and freaked out and still not past her initial stress response, all "How are we all still alive? How are YOU alive? You just DIED back there. And I thought you could only bring back one of us! That WHOLE TIME you were just testing us??? What kind of messed up game are we playing now?"

"I'm sorry. I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oooooh yes you do! You were some kind of. . . Ominous novelty machine just before all this!"

"Ah. Curious, one of your friends accused me of the same thing. Quite an interesting phenomenon, how multiple people are on occasion found to somehow suffer the same exact nightmare. This is likely a result of your shared trauma--- I assure you I am just a med-surg nurse. I am not now, nor have I ever been, an 'ominous novelty machine.'"

"So it's just some wacky coincidence that we all remember someone JUST LIKE YOU from the afterlife and now all of a sudden we're all assigned to you? You had no part in that?"

"If I had my way, Miss Rosenberg, I would be assigned to only three of you. Unfortunately, though, safe nurse/patient ratios have really fallen to the wayside in recent years. Now. . . Before I continue my rounding, do you have any questions about your medication?"

The kids convene and question whether maybe he IS just a dude with the same name but COME ON his voice and mannerisms are all the same and he even kinda looks like him and the timing is just too perfect to be coincidental and the way he cracks a smile when someone calls him "Mr. Whatever" like it's him it's gotta be him

Definitely gonna think of more and most likely gonna end up drawing/writing stuff for this lol I just can't resist letting my work influence my hobbies haha

[888-fr]

What are some of your favorite skins you've made?

I thought about the answer to this question for a very long time. I want to tell you a story about a skin that broke the site.

(I think this has been fixed now, which is the only reason I'm posting about it.)

Up until around March of this year, skin names weren't sanitized. I wasn't aware of this and continued to be unaware of this until the day I asked for my Valentine's pearlcatcher skins (named <3 and </3 respectively) to be renamed. Special characters often break when you submit them through the queue, so you have to go and ask the mods in the skroblems thread to fix apostophes for you so they display properly. I went and asked them to fix my pearlcatcher skin's names for me, since they weren't displaying correctly either. This lead, by accident, to the most interesting way I've gotten the site to break in a while.

My friend noticed first when they got a subscribed notification to my skin shop thread. They realized there were two pages that were completely gone.

Then they realized that the front page didn't look right either. My catalogue posts had completely vanished. Only to find... when you hovered over the thumbnail of the </3 skin's icon, my posts had hopped into the item description.

We experimented a little more before realizing this thing was... very, very powerful! You could put the skin into a den tab description, and it would put every single dragon in that tab into the space of the description box. You could break your userpage for ANYBODY on site. Your entire dragon could get swallowed up if you put it into their bio. And because the skin deleted the edit button, you couldn't get it back out.

Little did I know, the </ part of the skin name - when posted using [skin=skinid] or [item=skin: </3] - would act as an HTML tag anywhere it was posted, and completely mess up how the site displayed! I compiled everything I found and sent it into the bug forums and the contact team box for review. The thread got deleted almost immediately, confirming what I suspected: skin names aren't sanitized, and this could very easily be exploited with malicious intentions or SQL injects.

Luckily, they fixed it pretty quickly! I hope the way the site handles skin names has been updated now too. This sort of thing wouldn't have happened even if I had named the skin </3 or, god forbid, dropTable(); in the first place. I do think it was because I had the mods go in and edit the skin name that allowed the unclosed </ to display in the skin's item icon and then break the site.

So that's the story of one of my favorite skins I've made! <3 and </3 are now LOVE and LOVE(LESS) respectively. The designs themselves didn't sell too well, but for a glorious 16 hours, they contained all the power of little nuclear bombs detonating on various HTML-dependent sitepages.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Found the inbox, i think😅 could you please make a shortstory with aegon/tom the actor? Where yn is a co actress playing a servant/love interest for aegon, and they are supposed to kinda film a feisty makeout scene (on aegons bed🙄) . Anyway it’s kinda awkward so ofc Tom is gonna be a crackhead and try make yn laugh as well as being fliirtyyy (and dirtyminded). That’s it that’s all I’ve got. If this made some sense at all and you would be so kind to use your time and talent on this, I will be blushing and screaming for a week!!

A Total Babe

Tom Glynn-Carney x Actress!Reader

Summary: Aegon is yucky but Tom is baby (confirmed.)

Word Count: >800

Warnings: fem!reader, tom being super cutie and annoying T_T, set shenanigans, i have never actually been on set so im making stuff up as I go, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: hello lovie im giving you an express pass (even though its not as express but trust me it's express lololol) because youre new here and im sure youre super panicked that i havent replied yet lol i btw combined your req with another one (i actually thought you were the anon that sent that) because they're quite similar. btw nonnie, i didn;t want to redo the matt smith fic, so i changed it up a bit <3 i hope you both like it <3 Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda

"Cut!" the director calls.

Tom, who was hovering atop me from the bed we were laid upon, pulls back, pressings his lips into a line, and rolls off, landing on his back.

I, who had been making out him for about 30 minutes, prop myself up on my elbows and eventually sit up. I suck in a breath, willing the haze that comes in the aftermath of kissing. I catch sight of the incoming stylists, ready to retouch our makeup and readjust our wardrobe.

I straighten up as the makeup artist redoes my foundation with her brush. I turn to the artist that goes up to Tom and I point a bit worriedly, "I think I accidentally messed with his wig."

Tom, who's stylist immediately check on his platinum hairpiece, turns to me, chuckle, "her fingers were two inches away from snatching it off."

They all laugh at his sentiment. I, in particular, snort and frown playfully, "fake news. You're such a drama enticer."

"What?" Tom chuckles, "I'm not kink shaming," he raises his hands, "but you can't just snatch my wig, baby."

I scoff, rolling my eyes, holding back my grin. I turn to the the stylists, absolutely humored and enamored by Tom's English drawl and smooth talking, "he's such a dweeb."

Tom pulls his upper lip up in faux annoyance, "I'm offended you think so little of me."

Once our makeup was retouched and ready, Tom and I go back to our spots on the other side of the set. He extends a hand out to help me up, although I didn't need it, and I take his hand, allowing him to lead us back to our marks. Totally normal. Totally no butterflies in my stomach.

Tom and I face each other, waiting for our queue. We absentmindedly look around the set. There are distant voices of crew members conversing behind the camera.

It turn to Tom when he pushes back hair behind my ear.

I give him a look and he gives me a narrow eyed smirk, as if nonverbally saying he did that just to mess with me. I ignore him and the tightening of my chest.

The next moment, the intimacy coordinator walks up to us with the director, the latter of the two says, "great shot guys, but I'm thinking wilder."

"Are we ok with that?" the intimacy coordinator asks, looking between us as she raises a thumb up with her questioning gaze.

Tom and I turn to each other, nodding softly as we purse our lips and mutter agreements.

"Ok," the director points, motioning over to the bed, "I think in this part, where you push up her skirt, you have to make sure the camera can see your hand on her thigh, Aegon."

Aegon's actor nods as we walk over to bed.

"Should we practice it?" I apprehensively offer.

"We can," Tom says, turning between the three of us, raising his hand out to me. I grab his hand and place it on my hip, hiking my skirt, placing up the bunched up fabric in Tom's hand. Much like a while ago, I place my hands on Tom's shoulders, leaning back a bit. His hand goes to my waist, and I huff, ignoring the washing machine turns in my stomach.

"Are we good?" the intimacy coordinator asks again, coming near us, placing a hand on our shoulders. Both Tom and I turn to her and agree. She smiles and nods, stepping back, "okie dokie.

The director steps forward, adjusting our form, turning over her shoulder, "how are we looking?"

One of the assistants calls, "looking hot!"

"Nice," the director grins, turning back to us. She turns to me, "you're good with whining out his name?"

"Tom?" I catch myself, "I- I mean-" but it's too late.

Tom, the director, the intimacy coordinator, and everyone else who catches my questioning tone, breaks into a giggle.

I bare my teeth in a tight grin, straightening myself up, pulling my hands away from Tom, "I meant Aegon," I weakly say.

Tom chortles, loosening his grip on me as he looks off to the camera, "for the record, she did not."

The director chuckles, slapping Tom's shoulder playfully as she turns to me, correcting, "Aegon!"

"Aegon," I nod my head.

"Aegon," Tom grins, as he says my character's name sequentially.

I roll my eyes at him, "yes but Aegon keeps forgetting her name."

"Fine," Tom says, continuing with my name as he throws a lopsided smile.

"Enough," our director, chastised lightly tapping Tom's nose, "if you two screw this up I'm making you do 600 push ups."

Tom gasps, pulling his hands away from me altogether, to hover his them by either side of his cheeks, "not corporal punishment."

I cross my arms, scoffing in amusement, turning to the director, "please actually make him do 600 pushups if he messes up."

Tom laughs loudly, "aha," he tilts his head, "and what should I do to you for calling out my name on," he raises his two fingers and wiggles them " 'accident', sweetheart?"

"Quit being annoying," I raise my brows at him, pursing my lips.

"That means you find me distracting," he retorts victoriously, wiggling his eyebrows next.

"Alright," the director raises her hands in front of both our faces, "that's enough flirting. On your marks."

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

okay but hold me like you scared to sounds so good already (they all sound so good tbh but this one piqued my interest lol) what's it about? and for the fanfic questions 32, 50 and J :))

@frappe-the-peppermint WE GOT ONE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 ahem oh wow who said that. anyway ill do the questions first then get into fic discussion…

32) Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you?

i listen to SO MUCH MUSIC!!!!! it depends on what im wrting tbh but i just queue up a bunch of songs in my liked playlist and write and write until it ends or im no longer on that flow. and well my music taste is an absolute mess so there isnt any one definitive band or genre that does it for me (i only pay attention Sometimes) but i suppose artists like mitski and queen would be a decent summary of my taste 😅

50) How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction?

gravity falls, no stop. the first one that ever piqued my interest was versability (originally on ff.net me thinks) and god damn it HOOKED ME!!!! gravity falls was already getting me up but wow that just got me SO MUCH HIGHER. i have a few authors i started binge reading like thesnadger and pinesinthewoods, i started extracting fics from reccs from tumblr artists, soon discovered ao3, and never looked back. and as for writing fic,,,,, well frankly it was the search for the cure’s original form that got me GOING!!!! it originally had crappy ocs as the forefronters but i soon changed that lmao (im definitely not saying theyre bad in general, just those… no) and i wrote So Much For It on my notes app. i didnt realize i culd actually show people until way later, in which i did, and realized that it could actually be better. thats why i reversed back to part one, made the story a part two, scapped the ocs, and…now we’re here. i still love it and gravity falls, i dont really show it here anymore. i really should, man. i need to write for them again!!!! it still excites me!!!! and the prose that im weaving now,,,, id DEMOLISH THE GAME!!!!!!! :)

J) what your favorite fanfic trope? have you written it?

honestly i think just showing you my favorted ao3 tags will paint a very detailed picture. here:

though i suppose if i had to pick one here…god its between time loop and presumed dead (and grief/moruning but idk if thats a trope so much as it is a theme). MMMMMMMM. mmmmm. just YES. the psychological affects of both being a time loop and thinking someone you love is dead but they arent actually are DELICIOUS!!!!!!!!!! they are a MUST HAVE. i daydream constantly, but i havent written time loop yet because while i love it, i havent hadthe motive to write such a thing myself. reading is chill ✊ and presumed dead well i try to throw it is as much as i can, the most recent ive used being a west end town and my favorite being that one kid from jersey ! i need to do more of these fr. its just so GOOD!!!!!!

okay. its finally time for the brainwashing discussing of the fic ! i can tell you alllll about that story and it will be my pleasure sonny 🫡 its a very long story. but short verison in case you dont want to go on: its a Titanic epic . april 1912. iceberg. ive read a few that are AMAZING, but i wanted to write one that catered it allll to Me. it has lesbians, heaven sucking ass, flood parallels, and a king of the world AND draw me like one of your french girls scene. very nice 🔥

okay now its time for the long story. so a super super long time ago for a post i cant even remember (i really wanna find it 😭😭) i for someone reason went on a tangent about the titanic. i had just read this fic called sinking into the sea which was tbh VERY GOOD (and i would read it again fr fr ) but at the time, i was kinda bummed that aziraphale and crowley never actually Interacted when i had expected. aziraphale didnt even know crowley was there!!! it left me feeling melancholy, and realizing that all of the titanic fics ive ate up to that point didnt HIT hit the spot (i didnt find this after this realization, but again, theyre not even on the boat 🤧) so i was feeling a bit incomplete. i started ranting and ranting it was a wholeee wall of a text of what I would do with a titanic story and i realized oh wait i can Do Something with this because i haev free will and actual (somewhat) coherent skill. pepper jumped on the wagon, REALLY REALLY encouraged which i cant thank enough for, and….we’re here. its brewing. i had a very large interest in the titanic for a long time before this tbh, so being able to insert it into The Interest just JUMPSTARTED my brain and it still does to this day. now for the plot….

its 2020, a year after the apocalypse (no pandemic). anathema, newt, brian, crowley, and aziraphale have been assigned to plan adam’s 12th birthday party—they shenanigan, as you do. on the day of the party (adam’s birthday) anathema and newt find a chest in jasmine cottage’s attic full of titanic relics, including a pack of polaroid photos (handheld cameras did indeed exist in 1912, i checked !) which kinda might sort of have a photo of aziraphale and crowley!?!?! it was sent to them about six months before. but after the whole Second Volume fiasco, anathema just sort of wrote it off in that way and Hid It. but newt was curious, he found it, and god it was writtent his way wasnt it. (well, not by the nutter they were thinking of actually). anathema confronts them about itsoon after, and they all sit down to hear the story of the titanic in a sort of rose dawson beat. then its 1912—50ish years since the holy water incident and almost a century since the resurrectionists disaster. aziraphale has been assigned to take this trip to new york for Some Reason (we found out why later) and happened to invite crowley to come along to attempt to make amends after Allat (he really does feel bad, but he will NOT do the holy water thing yet </3) shit occurs, but history atlarge will not be rewritten. it does change their story, though. adding a sprinkle of interest in the device family line. agnes prophec(y)(ies), dancing on deck under the stars, playing cards with humans and winning by a Lot, aziraphale’s artistic skills are put to use at one point—ughghgufhits just so DEAR TO ME!!!!! and of course the conflict will come later, especially considering the religious connections to the titanic sinking—“not even God can sink this ship” type conversation 🥰 aziraphale can and will be made uncomfortable. its for the character development dont worry about it. i even have a playlist for this fic (it sorted by the way the tone shifts thru the story, some songs are silly but they had to stay). pep has also made some song covers to some of the songs that ive heavily connected to the fic and I REALLY FUCKING LIKED. LIKE A LOT. THEYRE AMAZING YOU SHOULD LISTEN IF YOU WANT TO!!!!

the point of all this is that i like titanic fics and im trying to throw my hat in the ring even if its just for me and my friend 🔥🔥 because while others have fed me, i havent seen ones that have documented like Every Single Day on the titanic that aziraphale and crowley would theoretically have as well as developing aziraphale and crowley’s relationship while taking into account whats happened before (insert the story into a part of the timeline seamlessly i think thats how i’d describe) AS WELL AS connecting the reason why the titanic was such a freak tragedy and how the world is not fucking fair instead of just “oh whoops the thing sank 😞” i want NITTY GRITTY DETAIL!!!!!! I WANT GUILT!!!!!!! I WANT CHAOS!!!!!!!! I WANT TALKING ABOUT GOD!!!!!!! I WANT AZIRAPHALE IN A MENTAL CRISIS!!!!! I WANT CROWLEY JUST WANTING TO FUCKING LIVE FUCKING PEACEFULLY!!!!!!! I WANT LESBIANS!!!!!! i need to get on this,,,, so much to do. i love it all and TY FOR THE ASK!!!!

[divorcingjimmatthews]

Second Chances - Part II (Jade Herrera x Reader)

Summary: Jade does his best to help you settle in the town, in his own way.

My Jade brainrot is too strong 🥴

After a brief tour of the house, your proxy had left you to unpack your belongings in the small room that you were set to share. Clara's bright and hopeful nature almost made you feel like things were normal—if the state of the building and her own eye injury did not serve as reminders of the horrors that you'd seen in this place you found yourself in, you could have even said that it was nice.

Trying to focus on what you had in front of you, you sat on the floor by your open suitcase, many of your belongings already scattered across the floor. Your clothes, your towels... did it even make sense to put it all away in the closet? It's not like you were going to actually stay here, right...?

"—Hey." Jade greeted you before lightly knocking on your open door, startling you enough to nearly make you drop what you were holding. "Bad moment?"

"N-No. What is it?" You replied, rushedly unfolding a towel just to fold it again, more neatly. "I'm just trying to get this mess out of the way before Clara comes back."

"Mess?" Jade asked, looking at all that you had laid on the floor. "I thought this is what this place always looked like."

You shot him an unamused look and sighed, then grabbed a t-shirt and threw it for him to catch. "Why don't you help me instead of being mean?"

Jade chuckled, clearly finding his own joke funny, and your reaction even more so. "Sorry. In that closet?"

"Yes." You replied, catching yourself lightly chuckling as well. It was contagious. "You still didn't tell me why you're here, though."

Jade folded the t-shirt rather aptly and placed it on one of the closet's empty shelves, then shrugged.

"You know. I just thought you'd appreciate seeing a bit more of my... familiar face."

You stopped what you were doing. You had not forgotten how sweet he could be, in his own way, but you had the faint hope that you weren't so weak for it now as you were three years ago.

"I do. Thanks. I... I appreciate that."

He flashed a warm smile in your direction and sat down opposite you to "help" you sort the rest of your stuff, in the same way that a cat might "help" you work on a sewing project.

He went over all the electronics you were carrying, not caring where he put each device down after he inspected it. He then found a comic book and he started flipping through the pages with interest, which kept him busy for a while. Eventually, the sight caught your eye and you couldn't hold back a small laugh.

"Jade." You told him, clearly endeared. "You're not helping."

He closed the book and threw his hands up in the air in protest. "Of course I'm helping! Where does this go?"

You took a quick look around the room and located a small bookshelf on the wall, with some space still in it. "Hmm... over there."

Obediently, Jade stood up to put the book where it belonged, and you turned back to your suitcase. As you reached for the next piece of clothing in the queue, you had a sudden realization—and you regretted every single choice you'd made while packing for this trip.

You hoped that Jade was too busy with the books to have seen what you saw, but one look in his direction was enough to let you know that you had been caught red-handed. He walked back to his spot and knelt down on one knee, reaching into the suitcase and producing from it a white shirt that had once belonged to him.

He gave you the most puzzled look. "You kept this?" 

"It's Dolce & Gabanna." You defended youself, flustered. "I wasn't going to throw it away."

There was silence.

"Okay." He finally said, sparing you the question of why you'd bring it on your trip with it.

The answer was easy, of course. Not over a month ago, you had seen it on the news that he was presumed dead. It had not been easy to keep the messy feelings that resurfaced in check.

"Okay?" You asked, surprised that he'd let you off the hook that easy.

He nodded. "Mh-hm. Where do I put it?"

"Oh—it's yours." You rushed to say. "You... you can have it back."

Jade recalled the day that he gave it to you in the first place. It was the first out of the grand total of two weeks that you had spent "together", if you could call it that. After he'd stayed at your apartment for a few days, you didn't want him to go. You said you'd miss him that night, and so, in came the shirt.

He also recalled how seeing you in nothing but that shirt easily convinced him to reschedule an important business trip just so he could stay with you for one more day and one more night.

"It's fine." He said, standing back up to hang it on your closet. "There's no keeping white clean in this place anyway."

You smiled a little.

"Are you going to be okay here?" He asked.

A small beat before your answer betrayed your certainty. "Yeah. Donna seems to know what she's doing. I trust her."

"Good. Just do what she says." He told you, taking a step towards the door. "I'll see you around?"

You nodded. "Sure. See... see you around."

You looked down for a moment, lost in thought, and when you looked back up, he was gone. You tried to tell yourself that you parted ways for a reason.

Over and over through the day.

At dinner.

While you brushed your teeth.

And as you reached into your closet for his shirt that very same night.

[spockandawe]

Hello,I absolutely adore your work! I have been binding books for a few years now (mostly scanlated manga that hasn't been licensed,and some pdf books that are too expensive for me to afford or too rare to buy). I came across your work a few months ago,and absolutely relish your posts. I was wondering if I could ask for some advice?

Do you print your books at home,or use a printing service? Because they're such massive amounts of pages if I want to do a full series...once I printed a 24 volume series and my printer reached its page limit,and I had to get it serviced to reset it😭(I know a code can be bought and used,if it happens again I intend to do that but I'd like to avoid if possible). If you use a service can you recommend any,or any general advice for finding one?

And if you print them at home, could you give some advice on how to print Quattro or snaller books? I just use Acrobat (older versions) to print in booklet setting to get a half page sized book,I would really appreciate some knowledge on how to go smaller (and save some paper)

It's okay if you would rather not answer though,or if you want to take a while,I completely understand if that's the case!

Oh my gosh, you can absolutely ask anything you want, this is my favorite hobby to enable people for! (I LOVE that you're doing this for scanlations, also! My manga hyperfixation is mostly dormant right now, but once my brain locked on to archival work for fan translations of cnovels, I immediately started anxiously circling this idea like a dog whining because it can't fit all the toys in its mouth at once, so I'm delighted to hear someone has this interest!)

I print my books at home. I've considered using a printing service for some special cases, like large paper my machine can't handle, but it was ultimately expensive enough, and my personal needs were off enough (I do high-volume, fast-turnaround work) that I've never actually followed through. I'm fortunate that a few years before I picked up this hobby, I got a color laser duplex printer (canon mf cdw644, iirc) as a gift, and it's filled all my needs beautifully, so I never had to look for another way to tackle the issue.

It is still very expensive to make as many books as I do, I've spent unconscionable amounts of money just on toner, but the math shakes out pretty clearly in my favor. Now, an issue that has occurred to me for more graphic prints would be that if a comic page has a lot of hard blacks, I'm not sure how much it would take before it was cost-effective to go elsewhere. I'm not sure if a point like that does exist, but it's a question I'd be interested in knowing an answer to!

(Laser printers tend to be more expensive up front, but cheaper to use in the long term. I do know one person who owns an ink TANK printer and sings its praises, but those can be harder to find for home usage)

One thing that I'm not sure would apply to your printer is that for big jobs, I *think* my computer and printer run out of memory and it messes up not just the current print job, but future ones I queue up after it, and switching the printer off only makes it worse. My pages start looping back to the beginning of the print job and starting over and the only fix is to reset my print spooler in my system services directory and ruthlessly cancel jobs until my print queue stays empty. I can get around that by printing smaller sets of pages at a time (1-50, then 51-100, etc), so something like that might also help coax your printer into cooperating!

And ahhhh, yes, small books! I'm a HUGE fan, I rarely print anything larger than quarto these days. I use a free tool developed by other fan binders, which I'll link right here

https://momijizukamori.github.io/bookbinder-js/

It has a lot of settings that I haven't explored in too much depth, but I use it to impose almost everything I make. There are layouts for the straightforward divide-in-half imposition (half-letter, quarto, octavo, etc), but towards the bottom there are wacky layouts, like six sheets per side of paper. There might be resources somewhere in renegadepublishing that go into more depth, but like I said, my experimentation has been relatively bland XD In general, I recommend double checking the files you get from it for whether you want to flip on the long or the short edge, but other than that, I've found the tool very intuitive and easy to use!

I hope that helps!!! I'm always delighted to help people out with any of this stuff :D

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

📝🥰☕️ For Finn?

📝🎞️For Grem and Acer?

@markbeakskisser

I was so busy saying thank you for sending in an ask that I did the BIGGEST double take seeing Grem and Acer. Cause like. I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THEM MORE AND IM SO EXCITED TO GET TO NOW AAA!! Also one million bonus point to you for putting them in a pair together, I'm assuming that was intentional but they are such a package deal that I'm glad you didn't seperate them.

But also thank you so much for sending in an ask!!! I was so excited over those questions and you always pick good ones, so thank you!!

I am going to assume all these questions as in like if I was inserted into their universe and the movies canon plotline(whether humanized or not) cause I thinkkk that's what it means with how some of these questions are worded, plus my personal stories with them are like mostly souly centered around getting with them so it would take away from some of the questions I think!

Everything is fairly moderate yapping I think, accept I get a bit carried away trying to explain a canon scene to give context to something for Grem and Acer's part! That is a wee lengthy.

For Finn:

📝: How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?

Believe it or not, I do have a rough story of me being inserted into the Cars 2 movie(also have one for the original Cars movie but that is essentially just my story with Lightning/isn't relevant here since this ask involves characters souly in Cars 2)! It is veryy rough though and there's a lot of missing pieces to it since it is just one of those stories that I mostly just think about when I'm listening to certain songs and going on a walk cause it gets me thinking. A lot of it would just be my insert trying to juggle all of the events of attending races, being there alternatively for Finn and Alxerod, and trying not to give away too much about it all. Not to mention, trying to keep them all from killing each other! I don't have a proper alternative ending that would happen for the Cars 2 movie, but it would be very fun to come up with one.

Ive mentioned a few times about how incoherent I would be around Finn, so there would definitely be a lot of that. Me babbling and hardcore avoiding eyecontact from him. I'd probably have his shoes(tires? Tire treads?) memorized before his eyecolors. I feel like I wouldn't alter the plot with him too much cause I'd probably be so quiet the whole time. Asides from a few one-off comments we make towards each other and like the obligatory "wow these two sure are awfully close together/look at each other in quite a certain way..." sorts of things! He'd probably compliment or praise me at some point and I turn into a mess and queue the biggest eye roll of the century of "oohhhhh boy. Great. They like each other a little too much".

🥰: How would someone who loved you portray you?

Ooohh.. I like this one.. was very interesting and fun to get to sit and think about it, cause I don't think about something like this often! I think a fan that loved me would portray me as a very elaborate character. I think they'd be one of the few to really dig in to things like what backstory I might have and trying to piece it together or make something up, things like why I like Axlerod so much or any of the lemons in general, why I try playing both sides like some sort of chess game, I think they would really dig into it.

I think I'd be one of those characters that get put in the box like Jackson and Chick, where it's like a 50/50 you either hate 'em or love 'em(slight overexageration), and that's that. Fans of me would either be exploiting me for my angst potential or trying to cram me into fluffy scenarios because of my angst potential, haha!

☕️: What are the most common plots of shipping fics between you and your f/o?

Ehehe, I'm biased towards saying domestic stuff because I practically eat and breath domestic stuff, but I could very much see some spy-y fics between us, mostly stuff of him probably having to protect/defend me in scenarios. Probably fics that would take place outside of canon of us going out on missions together or just doing casual domestic things like going out together. Perhaps even some trio stuff of me, him, and Leland.

For Grem and Acer:

📝: How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?

I kid you not I was thinking about this particular thing just a few days ago, but I decided not to post about it just because I figured it would be so out of left field especially without any context, but basically there's this scene in Cars 2 where Rod is supposed to meet Finn at the World Grand Prix "party" so he can exchange secret information/intelligence with Finn about it. Rod is under disguise the whole time and was working with Grem and Acer and the professor and such(you can actually spot him in disguise with them throughout the movie, I love it), and Rod tries to find a good meeting spot at the party where people won't see them or catch him getting out of his disguise. Rod ends up waiting for him in the bathroom at the party and gets out of his disguise, only for Grem and Acer to quickly show up afterwards and realize Rod was an undercover agent! Mater is also in the same bathroom at the time, and he is kinda used as a comedic plot point to maybe distract the viewers from a really nasty fight between Rod, Grem and Acer that ensues. Mater ends up getting in the middle of the three of them and they all try to play it off like nothing was happening.

But anyway! That's the context. Phew. WHY I mention this is because I think it would be absolutely hilarious if I was involved in the movie, a plot point being five Americans in a bathroom and three of them trying to apprehensively knock the daylights out of eachother. I'd be trying to break them up while dodging questions for why I know all of them, and Mater would just be a poor witness to it all. Bonus points for if someone ends up walking in, double bonus points for the alternative ending of Holley being the one that shows up(she was supposed to originally in the movie but Mater steps out before she does, and a thing happens that she and Finn end up mistaking Mater for being Rod, essentially).

For perhaps some additional context cause I don't know how many people know what about Cars 2, but like a whole big point of it is that it takes place globally and a lot of people from all around the world are involved. The party takes place in Japan as well and with so many races from different nationalities involved, many different people are involved too. That's why it cracks me up that if I was in that particular scene, all of us happening to be American is so humorous to me!(excluding Holley, who is British).

But asides from that, they are very much side characters, I'd say the biggest alters that would happen involving them is simply me just being there to prevent the death of Rod and Leland, along with probably feigning some sort of distraction so they don't end up capturing Finn towards the end of the movie. Me being there to interact with them though would probably drag them into getting a bit more screentime though, haha!

🎞️: What ‘canon’ scenes would the fandom point to as evidence for the validity of your ship?

I love this, and it'd probably be the same few points of why some ships happen in general, of just the characters having a little bit of screentime but almost constantly are shown together, and so bam, the fanon calls it a ship! Just the few scenes of us being moderately goofy together is enough for some people to smash us together, and anyone who ships it, that area would probably be crawling with fanfics and things to make up for the lack of screentime. Grem and Acer are already a package deal, and I'm just getting tied right into it! They aren't really ever shown without each other except for one moment or so, and I'm just being jumbled right into the mix.

[jet-bradley]

going to share here what's probably my most controversial theme park opinion and by that i mean "i've been blocked by people over this before" but. thoosies need to stop using GP as an insult not just because that's inane, but because there is no meaningful difference between a coaster enthusiast and another theme park guest. you're both members of the general public.

like, the interests of a theme park guest who isn't a ride enthusiast are not actually that fundamentally different than the interests of guests who are. ride enthusiasts like to frame themselves like because they know a lot about theme parks, ride systems, etc, and maybe they prefer more thrilling rides, that they're fundamentally a different type of guest than every other guest in a theme park. but that's just... incorrect for a lot of reasons?

like if your argument is that a coaster enthusiast is going to prioritize thrill coasters over other rides at the park, that's fine and it makes sense for some things, like, famously, the defunctland queue line video's analysis of wait times. but i don't think the venn diagram between "people who will prioritize thrilling rides over doing anything else in the park" and "coaster enthusiast" is as circular as ride enthusiasts think it is. growing up i definitely didn't consider myself a thrill ride enthusiast but i still prioritized thrill coasters visiting theme parks. working at thrill rides i'd say most of the guests i meet there fall into this category. they don't really identify as ride enthusiasts but they wait in line for big rides because other rides aren't fun for them at all.

there also are plenty of coaster enthusiasts who can't really handle high G forces like you'd expect, and have to take dramamine/etc just to ride anything, but they're still enthusiasts because they like the design. the fact that there are people who call themselves ride enthusiasts while refusing to ride anything at a non-disney park should be evidence enough that coaster enthusiasts aren't the monolith people think they are.

but i think the real root of this belief is--and this is the worrying part for me as an ex-op, and an engineering student with connections working in the A&A industry--that these people genuinely believe that the act of trying to learn a lot about rides makes you on a level similar to an industry insider. which is absolutely batshit to me. and this manifests itself in a lot of ways. even the regulars at my theme park that i liked working with the most, ended up crossing a lot of work-life barriers with ride operators that made ops uncomfortable. sometimes they would expect us to tell them insider knowledge about the parks that we couldn't tell anyone, just because they were regulars.

a more concerning facet of this is how many regulars will go out of their way to like, FOLLOW RIDE OPS ON SOCIAL MEDIA. some RO's love this and love the clout they get from working at a theme park, but when you work at a minor-to-medium size park, guests finding and following you on your socials can be terrifying. one of my friends had a regular message him about something random on his story that the guest took as an innocent question, but the answer to that question had identifying information that a customer just shouldn't know about an employee at a place they happen to visit a lot.

(side note: instagram in particular is really annoying about this! ops follow each other, so a guest who only follows the ops whose pages are About Being Ride Ops, will ultimately be recommended pages by ops who aren't open about it on their profiles. the app will recommend you to follow friends of friends and if you go to the park enough, you can definitely pick out ops just from their profile photos... it's super freaky! especially since my park employs minors in rides!)

and honestly? it also applies to the mess that happened at iaapa expo last year, where specific ride enthusiasts/channels that cater to them started harassing AMUSEMENT RIDE CONTRACTORS. because these people dont understand exactly how removed the average theme park guest is from any decision being made at the DESIGN LEVEL of amusement rides. im gonna level with you, that's a problem - it's how you get NEW COASTERS that aren't accomodating for larger guests (hi velocicoaster!) but like, fundamentally, paying money to attend a HUGE conference for industry insiders and trying to argue with people on camera isn't "putting pressure on them" in the way that you think it is. these companies are completely divorced from the reality of the people they build rides for. i'm a huge fan of b&m coasters, but like, they haven't even built a single ride in their own country. if you knew jack shit about the industry you'd know it's gonna take more than like, yelling at some sales reps about the problem to fix anything.

and even then, they weren't even mad about anything that's current inside the industry, or even real problems like the ones i mentioned above! they were just upset because they didnt like some companies' coasters very much. what's the fucking point?

tl;dr the only effective difference between a coaster/ride enthusiast and the rest of the GP is what exactly they were more likely to verbally abuse me for back when i worked as a ride op. the ONLY other difference i can think of is general entitlement, but plenty of other subsets of guests are entitled (such as first-time parents of small children).

also if you've never worked anywhere in the industry and you're insulted by the idea of being GP, dont try to argue with me lol.

[hell-ama-official]

Once, I said measuring something makes it less remarkable.

Understanding the world makes it safer, makes you feel smart, but it also makes it less wondrous. I don't think it's inherently wrong to search for understanding and meaning and knowledge, but there is a sense of surprise and child-like discovery to learning something without knowing its internal mechanics.

Today I almost went on a long discussion of something I had previously hand-waved multiple times before, and I was correct in doing so. I've taken the post down from the queue, because I feel like they demystify something that shouldn't be demystified. Pulling away the veil can be fascinating and liberating, but once you know the trick, the repeat performance will not capture your attention as much as one did previously. Like the magic(less) tricks. The blade folds. The table below the hat has a hole in it. The cards are attached to a string.

I won't spread misinformation on purpose, but I might withhold information that makes Hell sound boring, intstead of capturing your imagination. My job is to answer questions about Hell in a way that gets people thinking, "Huh, Christianity's not all it's cracked up to be, and Hell's actually kind of an interesting place with its own share of problems", as well as to be "entertaining enough you don't notice it when the Devil gets ya", and turning into a textbook runs counter to that goal.

That being said, I will not be publicly answering questions on the precise mechanics of tilt weather of Hell, because I cannot in my ability make it sound captivating. Learning how, exactly, it works may make the nature of Hell less confusing, but it is emptying. It is existentially horrifying, in some ways. It's not information that matters to anyone other than physicists and experts on magical metal-making should care about. Dredging up the topic makes me feel rather like putting a kitten in a vacuum chamber and slowly pumping out the air.

You can refer to this post for any questions about tilt weather.

The layers of Hell aren't stacked in the same three spacial dimensions and are constantly shifting through a separate dimension, colliding with and separating from each other like plumes of smoke. It contributes to why Hell is so confusing, and why items get lost all the time, but it's not the main main reason for why Hell is such a mess, physically and metaphysically. Hell makes no sense. Hell is horrible. I regret ever starting this blog every time I have to say anything about the metaphysical nature of Hell.

Citizens of Hell use "kata" and "ana" to signify these directions. It's easy to imagine Hell dimensions being tipped over and falling katawards, clipping through each other. The schoolyard joke "the kata tilt ate my homework" is a pun not worth consideration on literary merits alone, but it is somewhat accurate, as sometimes objects will, in fact, randomly disappear due to an invisible planar movement.

Kata and ana, as should be clear to anyone who has access to a search engine, any search engine, are loan words from four-dimensional physics, and it has to be that way because before the standardization of the direction names reached Hell from the upper realms, ana had also been called Avici, Abi, Ardenti Lotos, or "ah shit, perpendicular zoomies", and kata was considered the default state. All of these terms are currently considered culturally inappropriate and are no longer used. Although it could be debated that these words came from Hell and were culturally appropriated by humans, I'm not about to get into specifics of that particular ant colony.

The tool to measure tilt is called kataclinometer, which is horrendously uninspired, and whoever named it should be legally enforced to have their name changed to "Entity #6666661313". Kataklinometers are both rare and dangerous, as a side effect of measuring precise tilt creates either an ion or an electron bombardment field inside of a protective barrier, depending on the tilt. I've never been near one, and I don't ever want to.

I think I went through all of the questions the original message asked, except for "how are any of you alive?" The answer, as usual, is barely.

[afterwardsblogs]

how to google ?

i hate that I have so many things going on in my brain all at once; so many ideas and inspiration and drive to do something with. I know I have so much potential, but sometimes I wonder where I went wrong, or others went wrong to not teach me. I have no clue where I can start, or how to start. what I can do and how to do those things. and I have no idea how to start to look them up and learn. its like when you go into google to look something up; you know exactly what you're looking for and exactly what type of answer you need and want to get. you think you're asking just the right questions. but then you go to type them into the search engine, and all you get in return is gibberish, some answer you didn't even ask the question for. sure, it might still be interesting and the further you go down you might still find what you're looking for, but it's a struggle to get there, and when you do get there, it's barely the answer you were looking for. I don't have a different way to explain this. it's like everything I was ever taught is somehow wrong all of a sudden. like I missed a queue to change everything I ever knew was right, but everyone else got it. I ask my question in a proper manner. I write it out in a complete sentence- punctuation, question mark, the whole deal. I make sure my grammar is on point, precise, but not too fancy, so everyone can understand what I'm asking and won't get confused. I double check to make sure I wrote the question in the right language, tailored to the person I'm talking to. did they not understand me? am I talking too quietly again? I don't know what I'm doing wrong. this is how I was taught to ask questions- not to mention that everyone always used to say 'there's no such thing as a stupid question, only stupid answers.' so-is everyone else stupid? I'm sure I had to miss something. one time could be a mistake, twice maybe a coincidence. but to have that happen to you every time you ask a question, not even that but just a clarification, that cannot be excused anymore. I wish someone would explain it to me already. it's probably fun for everyone else. seeing me struggle in this new world, like I was some alien baby social project. 'how long can we make her believe she's one of us? can we fool her forever? how interesting, she actually things she's one of us! I wonder how long we can keep this ruse up and how good the reveal's gonna be!' I don't feel like a real person sometimes. I know I'm not fully fleshed out yet; my frontal lobe should still be developing and will only be done in about 2 1/2 years, at most. but I know I'm not a complete idiot. I know I'm somewhat smart and I have some common sense in me. so what is wrong with me? - again, I don't know how to type that into google. you should keep your questions short. actually, don't make them questions per se. put it into keywords, pseudo sentences. like you're writing down notes to string together a sentence later. just enough key points to hit just enough characters to get an okay to use password. the worse it sounds, the better the answer's gonna be. it goes beyond anything I've ever learned, and somehow everyone else seems to know that. it just gives me room to wonder, what else is there that everyone just seems to know how to do correctly. while I'm over here doing it 'properly' and looking like a complete fool. no one's going to say anything either. they'll all just silently laugh at you, talking about it when you're finally gone, and make it a funny anecdote to tell to others later on. I'm not completely sure what I'm trying to say, it's all a jumbled together mess of words. not as bad as a good google search though. I still have some integrity. I guess I'll just look it up at the library. that's where they'll still appreciate my fully formed sentences-at least I can still hope.

[takethejourney]

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[its-weeping]

hello! i wanna request a scenario with miguel :))

i think this been done before but i hosently wanna see how u write it 🙏

reader doesn't know shit abt spanish and they cant understand miguel whenever he speaks it. so miguel calls them cute nicknames in spanish but since reader doesn't know spanish they think he's insulting them but in reality he's calling them "my love" 🥹💛

i'm gonna clear some requests that's been sitting in my inbox so stay tuned! (each request will probably take around 2 weeks or more though...)

also a tribute to atsv finally being able to be streamed digitally!

— 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. | miguel o'hara

synopsis. ࿔𐦍 what is miguel really saying?

warning. cursing, pet names (baby doll, precious, sweetness)

notes. woah, another miguel fic?? crazy. i don't know spanish i'm using google translate!

often would you catch miguel calling you names—in spanish.

were they insults? you didn't know. were they pet names? you didn't know either, although that would be highly unlikely. all you knew was that miguel would hiss these names whenever you'd do something wrong.

mess up on a mission, "muñeca, ¡¿en qué diablos estabas pensando?! " baby doll, what the fuck were you thinking?!

you get injured, "mierda, dulzura, ¡tienes que tener más cuidado! " shit, sweetness, you need to be more careful!

or even accidentally switching your coffees, "este no es mi café, preciosa." this isn't my coffee, precious.

it had never been peaceful with the man.

you initially thought he hated your guts until one day lyla came along and clued you up on something dangerously interesting about miguel.

"hey, (name)!"

"yeah, what is it, lyla?"

"i know it's none of my business..."

the ai trails off, a mischievous smirk on her holographic face. you raise a brow at the demeanor and demand lyla tell you whatever information she was keeping. the brunette takes a breath, looking to be holding back a wider smile.

"okay, okay. i overheard some conversations you've had with miguel, and– did you know he's been calling you nicknames?"

a scoff makes its way to lyla's ears, "well, no shit! he's been spitting those fucking names since he practically met me."

"sure, but how do you know they're insulting?"

the question stuns you for a moment, whereas lyla begins laughing. the ai pulls out her phone as well and snaps a photo of your reaction.

"i just know." you ultimately say in reply, shrugging your shoulders to hide your still obvious confusion.

"pfft– what if i tell you those 'insulting' nicknames he was spitting were actually pet names." silence engulfs the room for a few moments. the noise of lyla taking photos is the first thing miguel hears as he enters your office.

"¿preciosa? " precious?

as if on queue, there is the booming sound of lyla's laughter. you send the bot a glare and turn toward the large man, eyes gleaming in angered confusion.

"miguel, i have a question."

"spill."

"those names you keep calling me, are they pet names?"

he makes a face, though it quickly disappears.

"don't you try and lie to me, asshole, tell me the truth."

miguel blinks, unmoving from his spot since he came in the room. the man eventually comes to a conclusion and nods.

"you're kidding..."

product of its-weeping ;༊ | do not plagiarize or translate.

[gaddaboutgriffon]

hmm @mallowvivid had an interesting idea that would explain why Clockwork said "already done." to the request of messing with the test results, because If Danny was a half clone of Superman and Batman that the Fentons made to, oh let's say get funding, then it really already was done. I know I have seen other promts in the past like that. anyway back to the fun.

****

Dan was enjoying watching the Bat kids fight. He casually leans to the side to avoid a knife Damian had thrown at Tim while cutting another bite of stake. With his enhanced hearing he could catch snippets of the conversation Batman was having with Superman outside when the blue blunder had showed up uninvited. the butler was also out there with him expressing his own displeasure. While listening to mister mighty red undies get chewed out was interesting, watching the interaction of the bat kids was more entertaining.

Dick was trying to break up the fight between Tim and Damain that had started after the younger mentioned something about a caffeine addiction and the other screeched "So it was you!" and launched himself out of his chair. The eldest brother was struggling to hold back the one with eyebags almost as big as Danny's from reaching some sort of collapsible metal staff that had been hidden on the fireplace mantle, while also trying to keep the youngest from stabbing the coffee addict. "Come one Guys! We have a new brother in the house! you couldn't have given him a week before you to started going at it! Cass! a little back up here, please!"

The quiet Asian girl that Dan had forgot was there gracefully rose from her seat to help. Then the Blond girl that she had been sitting next to spoke to Dan. "So you seem to be taking this well. No questions about our standard family interactions?" Dan shrugged "Nah. Back home someone would have accidentally set off the security system by now and I'd be dodging lasers while eating. This is just entertaining."

Now the last person at the table perked up, Dan thinks he was called Duke or something like that but hadn't paid enough attention to remember. "Is that the lab you were made at or are you living with someone?"

everyone else in the family of detectives must have sensed there was potential new information as even the two youngest paused in their fight to listen. Dan thought for a moment trying to figure out an answer that would mess with them but not reveal too much or mention Danny or Ellie. He swears they are like Beetlejuice you mention their name and suddenly they will appear.

"My creators don't really get along. So, I mostly stay with one but anytime they are together they shoot at each other." Dan that would be vague enough of a description of Vlad and Danny. It got some rather funny if distressed expressions from the bat kids, so he accomplished one of his goals.

Then he heard a ghostly bark and his sense of satisfaction disappeared. He heard a shout from the men outside before a giant glowing green dog and a 10-year-old looking girl riding on it came barreling into the dining room. Dan Groaned.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you. Had to get Cujo to track you down." She said as she floated down to pat the glowing dog that has now shrunk to puppy size. "Jazz said you missed your session with her, and you didn't show up for dinner, and Danny couldn't find you and who are all these people?"

By the end of her questions, she was still floating in the middle of the room slowly spinning to look at everyone. before her eyes landed on superman Bruce and Alfred in the doorway. Bruce took that as his queue.

"I am Bruce Wayne and those are my children. We had invited Dan over for dinner. Dan would you please introduce this young lady."

"Ugh, Fine Ellie, meet superman and the other guy who thinks I am a mixed clone of them. Jerk face and Bruce this is Ellie short for Danielle, another clone."

Ellie giggled and easily caught the messages of "play along" and "mischief" Dan was silently sending form his core. and desided to mess with Dan. "oh and why didn't you tell them about me or Danny Little brother? By the way I was made first, but out creator didn't care enough about me to age me up like him. "Gasp' Cujo go fetch danny! he is going to love all of this!"

Dan slupped in his chair and placed a hand over his face groaning, "Can't I have fun on my own just once?" ****

well that is all I have for the night. Have fun adding on to it.

Seen a few posts where Superman thinks Danny is his clone.

But what if it was Dan instead of Danny?

Dan doesn't look exactly like Superman so the JL think that Batman and Supes DNA got mixed, the proof is in the matching scowl.

And Dan's like "Well, I've got nothing better to do, so why not? Lets mess with this guy."

The second Dan learns about Connor (and Supe's treatment of him.) it becomes personal.

Goes out of his way to ruin Superman's Day.

Looking awesome while saving the day? Nope, his cape gets wrapped around his head and then that picture gets into papers and every social media platform.

About to hand over thug? Mysterious farting noises.

and so, on so forth.

JL: So we just need some blood for a DNA test.

Dan:...Sure.

Later

Dan: Hey Clockwork you mind messing with some test results for me?

Clockwork: Already done.

Meanwhile Batmans out there trying to be a good dad to his clone son and trying to introduce him to the family while also hoping that Clark doesn't screw anything up.

[watermelonsugacry]

OMG PLZ WRITE PT 2 TO DONUTS PLEASE!!!!🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Venice Film Festival

A/N: the people have spoken!

SUMMARY: YN is Harry's date to the premiere of Don't Worry Darling. (3k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

(Part 1 Here!) Donuts // SINCE 2010 masterlist

Harry is good under pressure, he’s been trained for almost every situation for every problem his line of work throws his way since he was 16 years old. He can flash a dimpled smile in front of a camera and gracefully swerve his way out of an inappropriate question. 

Movie premieres were supposed to be an exciting event. It’s the time when directors get to display their newest project, actors get to see mingle and have a good time, and where everyone can see their hard work come to fruition. It’s supposed to be a lively, joyful experience.

Key words: supposed to be. 

With all of the drama that’s surrounding the director, the actors and some of the content in the film, this was going to be an interesting event for not only the people involved but for everyone watching.

So yeah, Harry’s good under pressure but the only person who can see through the cracks in his mask is YN. When she’s around, the world and its troubles seem to fade into the background, her light breaking through even in the darkest places. She grounds him in the toughest storms. She encourages and humbles him in ways like no one else can. YN was truly made for him and it’s a fact that Harry still has trouble wrapping his head around.

Add in the fact that their relationship has been a public piece of information shared almost two years ago, there was no questioning the fact that she’s was going to be Harry’s official date to the Venice Film Festival.

“Ready, baby?” YN gives her love an encouraging smile. The couple just pulled up into the queue line up of cars, slowly inching their way for their drop off at the red carpet.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Harry sighs out, giving her a small smile in return. His hand leaves its resting place on her exposed thigh and intertwines it with hers. “Thank you for being here with me. S’so much better with you by my side.”

“Eh, had nothing better to do on a Monday night anyways.” YN teases, hoping to ease some of his nerves. She’s relieved when he lets out a chuckle. “But seriously. M’always here for yeh, always.”

Harry can’t find the words to express his gratitude for the woman next to him. Going against her make-up artist's playful warning of no smooching in fear of messing up his work, Harry gently cups her jaw and leans over to place his lips on hers. She giggles against his lips but turns her head to deepen the kiss, placing her hands on his chest.

“Sorry,” He smiles once he reluctantly pulled away, now only one car away from having to exit the vehicle. “Just wasn’t gonna be able to do that for a while.”

“Well, I certainly wasn’t complaining. Plus m’looking fabulous right now so, how can blame yeh?” YN pinches at his lips, trying to wipe off some of the gloss that transferred over from their kiss. He just furrows his eyes at her in disbelief, like it’s hitting him yet again that she’s his. That she agreed to marry him.

“How did I manage to snag you, huh?”

“Beats me. I’m just in it for your money. Just letting you know that now.”

Harry lovingly presses his lips to her hand by his mouth, “I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you more.”

“Not possible.”

The knock on Harry’s car window startles them both, he almost forgot he had to go to this event altogether by YN’s distractions. It hits him know that she succeeded because his nerves have been shot down to a zero. With one final kiss to her knuckles, he slides his Gucci sunglasses onto the bridge of his nose gives the escort outside the ‘go’ signal. 

Harry ducks out from the sleek car and YN can already hear the fans and paparazzi outside begin to yell and scream at the sight of him. But the noise only grows further when Harry extends his hand out to his fiancé. She grips his hand before gracefully sliding out of the vehicle next to him. 

There's a tiny part of him that breaks inside at the fact that she's not wearing her enagagement ring, but they both knew that all eyes were going to be hyper-focused on them today and their fans surely would have discovered that one of her everyday rings looks more wedding like than others.

But it's certainly made up for when she gives him that golden smile that never fails to make him weak in the knees. As they pose outside the car for their initial pictures for the night, Olivia is posing for her own pictures on the red carpet only a couple of feet away. When she looks over at them, the cameramen capture her smile faltering at the happy couple, clearly not expecting Harry to have brought his significant other to ‘her’ premiere. 

No one can deny the fact that they truly are the power couple of the century. They both look absolutely fabulous as Harry leads them onto the red carpet, her hand securely tucked into the crook of his arm while the holds the length of her custom Gucci dress. They naturally move with one another as they begin to stand and pose for photos, Harry snaking his arm around her waist for his hand to rest on her hip.

When he feels her hand on the bottom of his back, he's reminded of when he was 19 years old, posing with the rest of the band on some red carpet in front of flashing camera. He wished and longed for the day that she could be his. That one day he didn't have to feel guilty for the butterflies swirling around his tummy. That he didn't have to feel bad for blushing at her smiling at him, for being in love with his band mate.

Now with a smirk on his face, he gladly pulls her in closer and relishes in the way she looks up at him and gives him a knowing smile. They barely notice the way the camera flashes intensify when he brings his lips to her temple for a quick kiss, capturing the physical affection the couple like to keep private. 

Since things have drastically changed since being in the band and now being solo artists, posing for pictures has partially become a separate activity for the two. He reluctantly has to let go of her hand as they both have to take some pictures by themselves.

But he can't help himself from glancing over at his love who’s only an arm’s length away from him. She's gracefully shifting her head at the various photographers. She holds onto the top part of the slit of her dress by her hips, working with the fabric of her outfit to best present herself. How can he not look at her while she has her thigh is deliciously out on display for everyone to see? 

He doesn’t care if he gets told off later by his or her managers because, after barely one around of photos, Harry can’t take it much longer. He walks the short distance between them and snakes his arm back around her waist once again. It surprises her and it makes her scrunch up her nose as she laughs at her clingy fiancé. Not to mention that the couple pays no mind to the director a bit away from them. Too caught up in each other to realize that she makes her picture rounds short and walks further down the red carpet quicker than originally intended.

YN puts a hand to his chest, leaning up to say in his ear, “Just couldn’t keep away, huh?”

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” Harry says in her ear with a smirk. He is gifted with one of her infamous eye rolls and turns her attention back to the photographers. She poses up close to her fiancé, her back angled to the cameras as she looks at them over her shoulders. She’s a natural.

“Now I know you’re not hogging this beautiful woman from the rest of us.” The couple chuckles when they turn their heads when they hear Gemma Chan’s teasing tone. 

“Smile for the camera!” Chris Pine says excitedly, holding up a disposable camera to his face. The couple humors him, turning to pose for him and giving their best smiles. He captures one where Harry holds up his infamous peace sign while YN flips the camera off with a scrunch of her nose.

The small group laughs and goes about greeting one another in rounds of hugs and compliments.

“Any word to the boss lady?” Gemma discreetly nods over to Olivia and she smiles when YN scoffs.

“Don’t plan on it. This is supposed to be a fun night. Just going to enjoy ourselves the best we can for right now.”

“Yeah don’t worry about it.” The beautiful actress reassures YN. “I’ll make sure to stand with H for the group pictures later.”

Some of the stress is instantly lifted for Harry’s sake. She’s so grateful to have know Gemma for as long as she has. They first when the band first formed as she’s always been a loyal and caring friend to both her and Harry. 

“Harry and I appreciate that.” YN lets out a relieved chuckle and gives the actress a careful hug to not mess up their wardrobe. “Thank you.”

“Hey, what about me?” YN giggles at Chris’s playful frown.

“How can I forget?” She’s quick to give him a hug as well. “Well don’t you look dashing?”

“This old thing?” He comically wiggles the end of his bow tie. He’s always been a fun character, always in the mood for a laugh and lifting up the mood with a joke or two. “Just plucked it out from the back of my closet. And you, beautiful as always madame.”

“You’re too sweet. And a smart thing you are for bringing that.” YN taps at the disposable camera in his hand. “How fun.”

“Do you want one? I have another one here.” Chris says while reaching into his pocket to relieve another camera and it brings out a laugh from YN.

“Are yeh sure?”

“Go ahead. Got plenty to spare.” And it only makes her laugh harder when she thinks about him bringing a whole bag filled with disposable cameras on the way to Venice. “Oh! Being called over but I’ll see you around, YN.” He gives her a final hug before hurrying over to who she assumes is his manager. 

When she sees Gemma also ending her conversation with Harry, YN slides her thumb across the small wheel on the side of her camera and brings it to her eye. When he turns to her, she’s able to capture his smile with one click of a button.

“Is that Chris’s?” He chuckles, gently taking the camera from her hands.

“He gave me one.” She giggles back and puts her hands to her cheeks with her eyes closed when he lifts the camera to take a picture of her. “Now we can capture some of our time here in Venice.”

“And they’re hard copies, too.” Harry teasingly raises his eyebrows at her and she quickly catches his thinking. “Need to update a few pictures, hum?”

“Down boy.” She snatches the camera right back to tuck it into one of the inner pockets of his coat. “We can discuss that back at the hotel.” She winks before being escorted to their next designated section. 

The time consists of taking more photos with some of the cast members. YN even sneaks her way over to some of the fans waiting excitingly by the barricade, talking to them in Italian and taking some pictures.

As the couple talks amongst themselves, they turn their heads when there is an eruptive roar from the crowds. And rightfully so as they see the one and only Florence Pugh make her way onto the red carpet. Flo texted her earlier in the day telling her all about her feelings for the festival. It came as to surprise for everyone but YN that she finally made her way to the premiere, making her fashionably late appearance for the movie she was staring in. 

YN wastes no time reaching into the inner pockets of Harry’s blazer, pulling out her disposable camera. Harry chuckles as he sees his fiancé hurriedly shove her way to the side of the group of photographers, leaning sideways in front of Flo to get a good angle for a picture. 

“Over here, Flo!” YN waves her hand above her head. “Yes, work it! You’re gorgeous, babe!”

Florence laughs at her friend’s antics and poses as if YN were an actual photographer. After that, she wastes no time quickly walking into the actress’s open arms.

“You look so hot!” YN yells above all the commotion.

“So do you! I’m so happy you’re here.”

“I’m so happy you’re here. I was waiting for my date to show up.” YN teases before giving into another tight hug. Florence makes her way around to hug her other cast members, Harry giving his co-star a quick kiss on the cheek before they wrap their arms around one another. After the stars of the movie and YN and Flo took some pictures together on the red carpet, it was time for the event everyone was dreading.

“Harry, we need you for the group photos.” One of the red carpet escorts comes up to the couple with a smile. 

“Do I have to?” Harry mutters quietly to her, keeping the smile on his face to not let anyone see his dread for the pictures.

“It’ll only be for a bit.” YN straightens out his dramatic collar but leans up to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. He smiles at her touch as her thumb gently wipes off any of the gloss she left behind on his dimple. “Smile real big for me, yeah?”

“Only for you, my love.” Olivia has been eyeing the couple all night and it sting only intensifies in her chest when Harry brings YN’s hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles before having to plaster on a smile for the photos with her.

YN truly felt for the cast and crew in those group photos. The tension was so awkward and heavy that you can cut it with a knife. Her first movie premiere was so different from this one. The Little Women cast was lively and cracking jokes. They all held hands, spoke with one another the whole night, and happily worked with the director. 

There wasn’t any drama or butting heads among the people working together—it was an enjoyable experience.

All she can do is watch the cast and director of Don't Worry Darling shift uncomfortably with one another and have the reminder that this mess is almost over.

...

When the screen turns black and the end credits slowly start to appear, the whole theater politely stands on their feet to give the movie a standing ovation. 

YN had loads of opinions about the movie, some good but the majority of it not so good with both the knowledge of what happened during the making of the film and by just watching what was presented. She knows that she can for certain that Florence and Harry are magnificent actors and did their jobs to the best of their abilities. She can’t blame the cast, they were just doing what they were told and got sucked into the mess that is Olivia Wilde. 

And she certainly can’t blame Florence for leaving the theater during the standing ovation. If she were in her position, she might have walked out during the film so she commends the actress for her strength in lasting as long as she did.

YN squeezes her fiancé’s shoulders from her seat directly behind him. She gives him a smile in congratulations and Harry can practically feel the annoyance radiating off of her when Olivia taps his arm. When he leans behind Chris to hear her tell him that he did a good job, he just gives her a polite nod. However, when he faces forward again, YN can see the tension back in his shoulders. 

That’s the last straw for her. She’s ready to tell Olivia off, having so much information to tell her since she’s been holding it off for so long. Right as she’s about to open her mouth to say something, YN’s caught off guard when Harry spins himself around, tightly grips the sides of her face, and smashes his lips to hers.

They’re both well aware of the fact that aside from the video that exposed their relationship almost two years ago, there has only been a few times where pictures or videos of them have captured them kissing. They’re also aware of the amount of flashing cameras directed toward them, the sound of whistles ringing through the large theater. And they’re both well aware that either one of them can give a flying fuck at any of that when YN kisses him back with her hands on his cheeks. 

The kiss doesn’t last very long but it was surely enough to diminish whatever hatred she had inside her. She’s reminded once again that nobody else matters; it’s them against the world. That he is hers and no one else.

So when Harry turns back around to face forward, he can practically feel Olivia burning holes in the side of his head. 

But does he truly care when the smirk on his lips is covered in his fiancé’s lip gloss?

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Sevika x Fem!Reader - Like Fine Wine

Contains: explicit content and a recurring theme of Sevika being an older woman (love me a childless milf amirite).

Word count: 1949

AO3 link here. Minors DNI.

She’s a menace. Arrogant, unapproachable, yet inexplicably inviting. And she’s mean, too. So fucking mean, but she butters you up with cocktails and pet names that sound like molasses in that deep, gruff voice of hers. A little too old for you, and you both know it. Neither of you care. It’s hot.

One humid, smoggy night was when it all began. You had plans with a woman, who said all the right things to you the day before, to go to the Drop for a couple of drinks and a good time. Wear something pretty, she said. Pretty as those pretty red lips of yours – that left you swooning. So you waded through the blinding kaleidoscope of neon lights, all dolled up for her, struggling not to cough on the smoke from a hundred cigarillos, only to find said woman grinding against a girl in an even skimpier dress, probably telling her the same old shit.

It affected you more than you cared to admit. Maybe that’s what drew Sevika’s gaze to you. A sweet thing in a shimmery little dress, nothing new. But one with a quivering lip, looking sorry at the bar in the middle of a chaotic mess, staring in dismay at two shadows on the dancefloor… Who wouldn’t take pity?

You couldn’t fight the hammering in your chest when she approached you, towering, suave and unbothered by the ruckus of the club. Dressed in a mulberry shirt, tailored to accommodate her daunting mechanical arm, half the buttons undone, giving you a tantalising view of the swell of her cleavage and a peek at a rock hard abdomen. If she wasn’t Silco’s right hand, your eyes would have drifted lower and honed in on the tightness of her trousers.

Her offer to buy you something fruity to take the sting off things didn’t register immediately. You were too captivated by her stern, sculpted face, those steel eyes and powerful nose and frown lines that looked so soft. There were so many little scars, some harsher than others, like the mesmerising web of aquamarine cutting into her beautiful dark sepia skin.

She chuckled at the distracted glaze coating your bleary eyes, gently repeating her offer, snuffing out her smoke on the bar countertop. It wasn’t tobacco; it didn’t smell like utter shit, instead fragrant with the aroma of spices you couldn’t quite place. Something fancy, imported. You could get used to breathing it in.

Your drink took priority over the long queue of patrons, courtesy of her status. Hell, you were still blinking back your surprise at such a woman’s sudden interest in you by the time she was guiding you towards a secluded alcove, sheltered from the thumping of rave music.

Alone in the cushioned nook, you chatted about everything and nothing, sipping on an electric blue beverage that made the tips of your fingers tingle. You were interrupted once, and only once, when Sevika held up her hand, signalling for the bar staff to fetch her a drink. At some point, your legs found their way onto her lap, with her huge calloused hand languidly stroking your exposed skin. Intoxicated by her scent, her attention, the way she shamelessly eyed you up and whatever that boozy syrup in your cocktail was, you couldn’t help but bite your lip when she asked you one simple question:

“You ever been with a woman my age, doll?”

No, was the answer you gave, slightly shaky at the subliminal suggestion woven into her words. She smirked.

Widening her legs, she welcomed you forward onto her lap until you comfortably straddled a bulky thigh, the leathery fabric of her trousers pressing into you snugly. Soft, warm lips that tasted of piquant smoke and ambrosial drink ensnared yours. You expected her kiss to be bruising. Not sensual and hasteless, dizzying, wholly dichotomous to the brute beneath you.

Nursing her whiskey glass in her claw, Sevika cupped your behind with her organic hand, inviting you to grind your heat against her leg as two fingers snaked downwards. They stroked your slit through your underwear, pushing in ever so slightly until the patch of fabric covering your modesty was all slicked through. She didn’t need to ask what made you twitch in wanting – her experience made her near telepathic. Breathy little sighs poured freely from your lips, swallowed by hers.

Her teasing – foreplay – grew unbearable very quickly. You started to push back against her fingers, hoping she’d sense your desperation and indulge you by…fuck, you’d really let her debase you in public, wouldn’t you?

Oh, she knew what filthy thoughts circulated your foggy little mind. She made a promise through smirking lips: you be nice and patient while she finishes her drink, and she’ll take you home, eat your pussy so damn good until you’re sobbing and you’ve forgotten all about the bitch you came here for.

Fuck, did she fulfil that promise. Tenfold. Her tongue had your back arching off the bed, and when your oversensitive squirming got in the way of things, she flipped you onto your front, and had you kneeling face-down so she could continue enjoying her meal while you drooled, moaned, cried into the pillows until your legs gave out.

As she wiped you down gently that night, she contemplated. It had been a long while since she’d fucked someone who wasn’t one of Babette’s whores. Knowing you fell into her bed of your own volition, no gold attached, did something for her psychologically. There was no obligation in spite of her status. Just raw attraction. Desire.

She could get used to that.

Thus began your little relationship, although there’s hesitation in the term. Emotions are hard for Sevika. But, while she never addresses them aloud, you know she cares for you. Otherwise, she wouldn’t hide her metal arm under a pillow at night so you can rest on her without hurting yourself. She wouldn’t keep a box of your favourite tea in her home for when you spent the night. Nor keep that alcove in the Drop where it all began vacant every night, giving you somewhere clean and quiet to relax in during your visits, away from the obnoxious music. She certainly wouldn’t be paying your rent to give you more time to focus on your passions.

While your attraction certainly extends beyond sex, that’s the foundation of things. That’s what she’s most comfortable with. She oozes confidence and dominion between the sheets. Before her, you thought the expression “seeing stars” was purely metaphorical, until she made you come so hard that white spots danced about your eyes.

No two nights are the same with Sevika. There’s always a new pattern, a new position, a new location. Some nights are slower, full of titillation and passion. Others are downright pornographic, but with boundaries in place and your comfort the top priority. It’s exhilarating.

Ruination is almost always her objective. The sex may last the night, the soreness the morning after, but the flashbacks…those last until the next time she fucks you, and then some.

You can still feel the phantom sensation of her from last night.

Wrists cuffed to the bedframe – the inside of the metal was padded with something soft, she isn’t a monster – you lay face-down in the pillows, knelt obediently, presenting your glistening wetness to her. An indent of her teeth sunk into the skin of your thigh from when she feasted upon you against the bedroom wall, insisting she couldn’t make it to the bed without a little taste. Her organic thumb ghosted over the mark as she hummed, your nectar still fresh on her tongue.

“Ain’t that a sight,” she purred, deliciously husky, her metal hand carefully gripping the flesh of your rear, spreading you for a better look. You heard her chuckle darkly from her stance behind you before letting go.

“You know, one of the goons I gambled against tonight had this topsider bimbo on his arm.” Two warm, rough fingers find their way onto your clit, pressing a circle into the nerves. “Helped me bleed his pockets dry even faster, but man, was she gripping that arm tight.” The tips of her claws raked feather-light up your back, sending a shiver down your spine. You felt her breath on your shoulder as she wove the augmented hand through your hair, expertly making a fist that didn’t leave you in any pain, only gasping in delight. “Made me miss how tight that little pussy feels around my fingers,” Sevika smirked.

In one swift, concupiscent motion, the devil of a woman tugged on your hair and sheathed two fingers in your drenched heat to the knuckle. The cuffs rattled as you gripped the bedframe tight, panting at the sudden fullness brought by her long, thick fingers. She adjusted her wrist, curling the fingers down, hooking them and giving a slow, rough thrust, ripping a moan from your lips. There was no need for exploration, no trial and error – she knew exactly where to press them against to have you thoroughly wrecked.

Lewd squelching resonated through the room as she began to drill her fingers into you, impossibly deep, at a steady pace. The position only did a favour for the brute’s stamina; she’d keep you there as long as she pleased. Her claw in your hair forced your back into an arch, letting her hammer your sweet spot freely, and stopping you from muffling your mewls of bliss in the bedding.

“Oh, fu-ck,” you whimpered, legs shaking under the force of her thrusts. Your sensitivity from her earlier ministrations only added to her onslaught. You felt so good, stretched around her relentlessly pounding digits. Pleasure welled up in your core alarmingly fast, a heavenly pressure forming on the verge of bursting, fire consuming your veins. Sevika never altered her tempo, never pulled them out far enough to give you a moment’s reprieve.

Wanton sounds spilled freely from your parted lips as you spiralled towards your precipice. “’Vika, fuck,” you gasped, knuckles turning pale from your clenched grasp on the bedframe. “Please, ‘Vika, please don’t st-op—”

“I know, baby, I know,” she grunted. “We’re not stopping until you’re dripping down my arm, princess.”

Someone had called you “princess” in the past, and you hated it. There was condescendence in the name. The underlying implication that you were spoiled, ungrateful and haughty.

But when she calls you “princess” – usually while she’s buried inside of you, or about to be, or you’re begging for her to be – it’s different. Sure, there are times where she uses the name to be condescending, cooing it when you’re trembling and split open on the thick onyx strap she loves so dearly, but there’s always respect to the title. A sweet undertone that you’re treasured, no matter often you succumb to debauchery in her grasp. Even if she spoils you with pleasure, keeping you dumb and cumming in the bedroom, you’re still important and valued.

And you love it. Whyever would you want to be with someone spritely with commitment issues and financial instability, when instead, you can have the affection of this tall glass of fine wine?

It might not be the healthiest disposition by societal standards, but you couldn’t give a shit. Society doesn’t see the way Sevika holds you at night. Doesn’t hear the way she laughs out a “dumbass” in the morning when you attempt to flip a pancake, only for it to end up decorating the kitchen floor, with an enamoured smile on her face. Doesn’t feel the delicate press of her lips to your temple when she has to leave.

She’s a menace, absolutely. But never to you.