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Top 10 Home Business Ideas in Hindi – घर से ही शुरू और मैनेज करें, बिना रुके होती रहेगी कमाई

Top 10 Home Business Ideas in Hindi : आज के समय में बिजनेस करने के लिए किसी बड़ी जगह या बड़ी पूंजी की जरूरत नहीं है अगर आप घर बैठे अच्छी कमाई करना चाहते हैं।,आप अपने घर से ही छोटे-छोटे बिजनेस शुरू करके कम लागत में बड़ी कमाई कर सकते हैं। तो चलो जानते हैं कुछ शानदार बिजनेस आइडियाज जो आप घर से शुरू कर सकते हैं और सफल हो सकते हैं। आज हर कोई चाहता है कि वह किसी के दबाव में न रहे और किसी के नीचे काम न…

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Top 15 Manufacturing Machines for Small Business at Home

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In today’s ever-evolving manufacturing environment, new business technologies are changing the entire industry and offering small businesses unprecedented opportunities to work from home. These manufacturing machines for small business (es) are not only performing complex tasks, but they are also creating entirely new products and changing production processes. Whether it’s food production,…

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When deciding who to work for there is a sliding scale of employers that goes from lil mom and pop shops up to corporate monoliths. I have worked at both ends of the spectrum and I can pretty definitively say that tiny businesses are hands down the most insane employers.

The sweet spot is a place that has like 10-20 stores; that’s the best possible work environment. They’ll be polished enough to have protocols that make work structured, but not so bogged down with bureaucracy that nothing can ever get done.

This story is not from that sweet spot. This story is from my time working at Oil and Vinegar. Now, like many little franchise stores, the idea was solid. There was on tap imported olive oil and vinegar and it was really delicious. Top shelf. Unfortunately, each location was like the Wild West because owners varied wildly.

My owner was the human embodiment of Mr. Krabbs. His eyes were just constant dollar signs. Throughout my training he informed me of the price of every single piece of equipment I touched and how much it cost to replace it.

He had cameras set up to watch us, and an app on his phone to access the live feed. He’d call us to ask what we were doing when he’d just checked a camera to make sure we were being honest.

Now, the trouble was he had two locations. His location further south did amazing. It was way more centrally located and got three times the foot traffic. The one I worked in was in the snottiest mall possible in Arizona and consequently the rent was through the roof.

It was not going well for my store. We didn’t get as much traffic, so there was only so much I could do in a day. I could dust, sweep, and wait for customers. I read a lot and was frank when he called to interrogate me. I always asked for additional tasks but he never had any. What could I do to prop up a failing business?

But this man was convinced there was some Secret Reason that the store I was in was doing worse. He crunched numbers, looked at staff, and eventually hit upon the most insane possible solution.

We used too much toilet paper.

We were probably stealing toilet paper! Bleeding him dry one single ply square at a time! How dare we need to use the bathroom?! His south location used half as much toilet paper as we did, we must be thieving little monsters!!!!

Friends. The south location was populated entirely by men. My location had three people on staff who had to sit to pee. It was so blindly transparently the source of the discrepancy but this man was convinced we were making off with toilet paper to bankrupt him.

So he implemented what he believed to be an entirely reasonable response to this base treachery. We were allowed to have one roll of toilet paper. At any given time, one roll was permitted to us. This was so transparently unhinged that we protested but he insisted. If we were low on toilet paper we needed to call him to drop off a roll that he brought from his home. Smiling jovially, he assured us he lived so close by that it would be no problem!

When we needed to call him often for more he started tearing his hair out. What were we using toilet paper for?! Why wasn’t his genius plan to stop our scandalous waste working??!

Finally, the manager, the only man on staff had to pull the owner aside and be like, “Look, man, their bladders are smaller. They need to wipe every time they pee. They need to pee even more on their period. Is this really the hill you want to die on?”

Yes. It was. The manager was fired unrelated reasons and denounced as a traitor. The toilet paper ration lasted until I quit and probably until the store closed six months later.

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Hi Authornim can i request for a story/image for sana based on the song we can't be friends by ariana grande. i would appreciate it thank you

You have no idea what you just asked but be careful what you wished for dear anon :)

ExFriends | Sana Minatozaki x reader

You sat in your apartment staring at the wall. You were the leader of a new girl group, you guys had experienced such big success from debut and now you guys now you guys had gotten yet another win. You guys were even considered nations girl group, practically unstoppable. Despite all this success you couldn’t help but feel…empty, you were proud of the success that you and your members had but it all felt bitter.

You looked to the wall, filled with memories of your old group that you had first debuted in, the trainees you had trained with who either faded from your life or didn’t get to see as much due to busy schedules. The songs you sang with your previous members and the performances you gave with them, all these memories hit you terribly like a truck causing tears to well in your eyes.

You looked at one picture of you and someone who had impacted your life the most. The one person who constantly stayed in your memory no matter how much you tried to forget her, someone that you had trained with as well as debuted with, your first love Sana Minatozaki. Who was also your first heartbreak.

You still remember the day you met Sana a year prior before you two would go on SIXTEEN. You saw her in the cafeteria sitting next to another girl, due to language barriers you guys couldn’t communicate with words but just your presence proved to make them both smile. You were focused on Sana’s smile and the way it lit up a room immediately bringing whoever it was comfort. You loved spending hours with her in the dance practice room admiring the talent she possessed but you also noticed how when she danced she almost seemed to match up with Momo.

Besides that you still loved the feeling you got when you were around Sana, almost like she was your home. You knew from this day that Sana would be a big figure in your life if only you knew at the time what that would mean.

As the years went on, all 10 of you would go on to take the world by storm gaining fame not just in Korea but globally. It was scary at first but Sana convinced you it would all be ok which instantly relaxed you. You were sitting in the studio by yourself at the time, Chaeyoung and Dahyun having left to do whatever it was they said they needed to do. You had already made a beat for a song but were stuck on the lyrics feeling the mental block that most songwriters tend to get when writing songs.

You didn’t even realize when Sana had come in til she playfully draped her arms over your shoulders lightly massaging them, you looked up to be met with the smile you had grown to love. Your eyes lingered more on her lips causing you to glance away “You’ve been in here for hours ynnie” she took one the chairs scooting it close to you, she placed her hand on your thigh making you fight the urge to bite your lip. “I’ve been stuck on this song for a while, I don’t know what it is.”

You didn’t notice how you clicked the top of your pen while you spoke attempting to focus til Sana’s beautiful fingers took you out your focused like trance placing them on top of yours removing the pen from your hands. You turned your body to face her as you felt her fingers massaging your hands a gesture that was so small but made you feel as if everything else didn't matter. You took in her playful smile and the way she looked at you that made you blush.

No matter how many times she would look at you like that it still caused butterflies in your stomach, you admired her lips that looked so kissable in this moment, the way her brown hair fit her complexion in the best way. You didn’t even realized you spaced out til her phone started ringing bringing you back. She answered it right away with such eagerness.

You felt a bit disappointed that the moment between you two was interrupted but that disappointment was filled with jealousy when you realized who it was she was talking to. “Momoring! your insane you just ate lunch with me 2 hours ago and your already wondering what to eat again!” She giggled the way she always does when she's with Momo, her smile changing to one she only has when it comes to Momo filling you with a slight bit of sadness.

. Her and Momo have known each other longer but it seemed always as if there was always something going on there, an underlying connection that they didn’t have with everyone else. When she left, you found yourself thinking about the moment and imaging what it would be like to have her look at you the way she looked at Momo. Almost like she was stuck in your head.

You were with the rest of your members celebrating your comeback “FANCY”, all of you drinking shots after shots to really celebrate which eventually led you guys where you were now. Truth or dare. The game was filled with laughs and very risqué dares, from Jihyo talking about all the people she's kissed to Mina giving Jeongyeon a lap dance. You had been playing it safe this whole time only picking truth and not getting asked anything too bad just a few standards and revealing a few things that made you blush.

You sat between Sana and Mina whilst waiting for your turn, your eyes constantly would fall to the way Momo had her arm on Sana’s waist in an almost romantic like manner. Almost as if she was claiming her as her own. Momo would whisper sweet nothings in Sana’s ear causing the girl to let out a chorus of drunk giggles or various “Momoring!”’s. Sana would get more touchy with Momo from the kisses she would give her that were just centimeters away from Momo’s mouth or the looks they would give each other as if there was an unspoken bond between the 2.

Mina held your hand reassuringly at one point as a way to hopefully try to divert your attention from them which would sometimes work and other times went ignored. “truth or dare?” Nayeon asked Momo with a smirk “Dare!” “I dare you to kiss Sana then!” multiple giggles and ooh’s could be heard from some of the girls except Mina and Jihyo who knew about your feelings for the girl.

girl. “Aw come on Nayeon! why that dare!?” Dahyun playfully said knowing how unpredictable Nayeon could be, “it’s either that or she takes a shot!” Nayeon giggled whilst looking at the 2 with a knowing look. You wanted to scream as you saw Momo’s hand caress Sana’s cheek as she leaned closer a pit in your stomach forming as well as the feeling of tears in your eyes. You made up an excuse about not wanting to play anymore ignoring the protests of the other girls as you quickly went up to your room.

Why did you open that door? Why did you have to be so curious? You barged into Sana’s room wanting to ask for her thoughts on a song for the Japanese single you were working on for the group. This was normal since it was something you both would do when wanting to be near the other whether it was just cuddling or wanting to feel the other’s presence. Instead you walked in on something much worse.

You found both Sana and Momo making out on her bed, nearly undressed. Sana squeaked in alarm while Momo had a shocked look on her face her first instinct to cover them both. “Ynnie I-” you didn't get to hear the rest of what she said, slamming the door shut, and rushing into your own room next door.

The tears flowed out your eyes while your knees gave out beneath you. You put your hands over your mouth as you cried feeling a burning hole in your chest, you weren’t even paying attention to the tender sighs that could be heard from one of them. You were only focused by the pain you felt from what you saw, you looked at one of your pictures you had on the wall of the two of you. It hung there like a mockery to how blind you had been to something that had so obviously been there right in front of you.

The next week Sana had taken notice how you had distanced yourself from her and Momo. You knew it wasn’t right but you couldn't bring yourself to face either one of them right now. Mina held you as you cried in her arms “it hurts minari..how could I have been so stupid to something that was right in my face? it was obvious I never stood a chance against Momo.” Mina rubbed your back listening as you sobbed, she knew you were hurting and was determined to be there for you in every way she could.

“I’m sorry yn if I had known something was going on…I would’ve never told you to confess to her..or at least push you to..I swear I didn’t-” you couldn’t hear Mina’s voice anymore as you thought back on all the moments you and Sana had together.

From the way she would hold your hand in the airport as to not lose you to the crowd “I just feel better when your close to me ynnie! can’t let my baby get lost now can I?”, the times she would hold you when you couldn’t sleep making you smell her shampoo which to you felt like home but just the thought of that scent makes you nauseous now, and all the times she would sometimes brush her fingers on your lips then shoot you a teasing almost innocent like smile “your lips are so soft ynnie..wonder how they taste.” All of these memories that once made you feel happy now brought you nothing but pain causing you to sob harder.

Nothing could prepare any of the girls for what you did next. A week after the first concept pictures had dropped, a week after your guys most anticipated comeback, you left. You terminated your contract and just like that you were gone, you still remember the look on Jihyo and Mina’s faces when you told them that you were leaving the group. The way Jihyo cried while she hugged you and mina’s loud sob mixed with yelling, at the end of the day they supported your decision though knowing that the reason you were leaving was because of how much it hurt you to face Sana and Momo.

But what they didn’t know was the longing you felt for her to so much as look at you. They didn’t know how much you stilll craved Sana’s touch, they didn’t know how she could somehow still make you feel better, they didn’t know how you would cry remembering her touch from any touches you guys had. You didn’t get to speak to Sana before you left but you remember the glance you gave her when you left.

Her face falling when she received the news ,as eyes filling with tears that were streaming down her cheeks. It hurt you to see her like this as she silently begged you to come back and tell her this wasn’t real and maybe in another world you would’ve if Momo wasn't holding her hand.

You waited a year before signing to a new company. The trainees you were surrounded with obsessed with ‘Feel Special’ the last Twice music video you could ever be seen in. You would force yourself to leave the room when the song would play Sana’s voice bringing a whole new level of pain you were trying to get rid of. You remembered the texts Sana would send you daily trying to get you to talk to her but you would never respond knowing that you could never be friends with her again. Even when Nayeon had informed you about Sana and Momo’s break up you still didn’t text her, unable to bring yourself to do it.

Eventually she stopped texting you and life moved on with you debuting in a new girl group as the leader and twice continuing as a 9 member group. You still talked to your old members especially Jihyo, Mina, Tzuyu, and Jeongyeon unable to let go of the bond you had with them. You eventually even reconnected with Momo but never Sana.

Currently you sat in your apartment, your phone buzzing with multiple messages from friends and families. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth when you saw Jihyo and Mina’s congratulatory texts. You smiled sadly as you texted them both thank you’s letting them know how much you missed them. You looked to your wall to the picture of you and Sana.

The same picture that hung on your wall when you walked in on her and Momo, the same picture you both took with each other years ago. If you had told either of the girls in that picture that they would one day not speak again they wouldn’t believe you. You stopped looking at the picture when you felt your phone buzzing as it rang, when you looked at the caller ID everything felt as if it had come to a stop.

Sana is calling…..

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Finding Home (10)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Animal Rescue AU)

Word Count: 1,887

Summary: You and Bucky make a big decision and you're overwhelmed with happiness... for everything.

Author's Note: So this is the final chapter for my Finding Home story with Animal rescue!Bucky! I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this but then the Buck's and Noble server Summer Send Off Event gave me a great idea (using the song September, by Earth, Wind and Fire-listen HERE) on how to end it and my sweet friend @newgirlintheneighborhood sent me THIS great post that just made it all come together. Thank you all for the inspo. You can definitely read this as a stand alone but I will give you a few little bits of info just in case:

-Bucky and Sam own an animal resuce called Shelter to Soldier which helps rescue animals find homes with veterans (and everyone else too)

-Reader first saw Bucky when he was walking Alpine on a leash down the streets of the city

-Bucky has his metal arm in this AU since he's a war hero/veteran and he's come a long way both by himself (with Sam's help) and with reader in their relationship

-He rescued the dog Winter (mentioned in this story) and he's a white German Shepard with three legs (he's a war vet too)

-Bucky rescued Alpine from the streets and the cat has been a big help during his rehab

-This part takes place about 2.5 years after reader and Bucky have met

Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics Thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: lots of super soft and sweet fluffs, LotR references, the animals and kisses!

Finding Home Masterlist

The morning light peeks through the thin curtains of your bedroom, warming and illuminating your skin. You slowly open your eyes and see Bucky’s soft profile, his eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly with his even breathing. Winter is at the base of the bed, keeping your feet warm, and Alpine is perched atop the spare pillow on Bucky’s other side.

The moment you shift your feet you hear the thump of Winter’s large white tail and then feel him rise up and do a big downward dog stretch.

“Oh big stretch Winter,” you coo quietly, giggling as you watch him try to tentatively hop over Bucky’s body to get closer.

Alpine lifts his head and blinks at you several times then seems to glare at the dog who is still desperately trying to find a place to settle between your body and Bucky’s.

Bucky starts to move, his long legs tangling even more with yours as he wraps you up and curls you into his bare chest. Winter finally finds a suitable spot next to Bucky, the dog’s big white body pressed into his side and his tail still thumping on the bed.  

“Mornin’ doll face,” Bucky mumbles as he nuzzles your neck.

Winter let’s out a small whine and pushes his wet nose into Bucky’s skin while Alpine paws at the top of Bucky’s head.

“And mornin’ to you two fuzzballs,” he adds, peeping one eye open to survey the bed.

The moment he locks eyes with Winter, the dog scoots closer like a worm and starts to nose his shoulder. Alpine promptly joins in by chasing the glittering rays of sunshine that dance along Bucky’s metal arm every time the breeze blows through the curtains.

“It’s a party already,” Bucky chuckles.

He pulls you impossibly closer and hums into your skin, placing a soft kiss under your ear.

“Morning baby,” you whisper, inhaling his scent.

Winter, apparently unhappy with the possibility of you two going back to sleep, starts to lick Bucky’s cheek and cover it with kisses. Bucky’s large hand lands on Winter’s head and he scratches him before lightly giving him a shove.

“Winter, down boy,” he says. “I’m busy.”

Winter doesn’t give up, only shimmying closer and becoming more determined in his quest for kisses. You sit up and take in the scene, smiling widely when Alpine starts to bat at a piece of Bucky’s long hair that’s laid out across the pillow.

Without warning you lean down and press a big kiss to Bucky’s other cheek. The corners of his eyes crinkle with his smile and you continue to pepper his skin with kisses, hitting every spot you can find.

Winter seems to catch on as his tail swishes faster and he keeps up his licks on Bucky’s other cheek. Your lips trail along Bucky’s jaw, then you nibble his ear, then move back down and cover the whole side of his face with more kisses, catching the corner of his mouth before doing it all over again.

“Best. Morning. Ever,” he sighs.

After several more wet kisses from Winter and sweet ones from you, and even a few paw bats from Alpine, Bucky slips free and flips you over onto your back, dislodging everyone in a heap of blankets and pillows.

“Oops,” he says sweetly, but there’s mischief dancing in his eyes. “My turn!”

He pins you down with his body and proceeds to smother you with feather light kisses on every inch of skin he can find. You arch into him, wiggling beneath his body which makes him rumble with pleasure.

His kisses become slower as he moves along your neck and when he reaches your lips he hovers just above them as he stares into your eyes.

He brushes his nose to yours and presses a kiss to your mouth before slowly rocking his hips.

You moan out his name and nibble his lip before pulling away.

“What?” he pouts. “I was just getting started on having you naked.”

You smile against his lips. “I have an idea for a wedding date.”

His pout disappears as happiness takes over his expression.

“I’m listening doll,” he says, but continues to place butterfly kisses along your face.

“So we had talked about Fall and I was thinking September might be nice. Not too cold but hopefully not too hot if we do it toward the end and there’s a special date that would be perfect.”

“Still listening,” he hums as his lips graze your collarbone. “Which date?”

“How about September 22nd.”

He stills, his lips still pressed to your skin. “I know that date,” he muses, finally lifting his head to meet your eyes. 

You nod with a giggle.

“It’s Bilbo and Frodo’s birthday!” he says excitedly. “That is perfect!”

“YAY!!!” you squeal, doing a dance under him.  

He sits up and pulls you into his lap.

“I can’t wait doll,” he whispers.

“Me either Bucky.”

“We just need to find the perfect spot.”

“Exactly.”

You both sit in comfortable and cuddled silence for a few moments before he breaks it.

“What about in Central Park? I bet there’s a tree we could find that’s big like the party tree in the Shire!”

“You’re such a dork and I love you.”

He beams at that but before he can get you under him again, Winter has nosed his way between you two, impatiently asking for love too.

“Alpine and Winter are coming to the wedding of course,” you add.

“Of course doll,” Bucky says. “Besides, I think they would be like Merry and Pippin and invite themselves anyway.”

You bury your head in his chest and laugh.

“So September 22nd is our day,” you whisper, toying with his dog tag.

“September 22nd,” he echoes.

He’s just about to kiss you when your eyes go wide and you yell out, “OH! And we can play that song at the wedding and on every anniversary…you know the one by uh…um…it goes ‘do you remember…’.”

He studies you, waiting for you to think of more.

“Is this a song from Lord of the Rings?” he asks, looking confused.

“No, no, it’s by…OH MY GOD Bucky, it’s an older song…”

As you start to recall the lyrics you sing them and shake your body to the rhythm.

His face brightens in recognition and he grabs his phone, typing quickly into Google.

“Got it,” he chimes just before ‘September’ by Earth, Wind and Fire, starts to play.

You both start to sing along and Winter begins howling with his pack, much to the dismay of Alpine who seems to want to disappear into the pillow.

“Wait!” Bucky says, pausing the song. “Don’t they say the 21st night of September?”

He clicks on the lyrics and rewinds the song, singing along as he reads. “Yep they do!”

“But that’s not Hobbit day!” you say.

“We’re definitely sticking with the 22nd baby doll. It’s perfect.”

In a fit of excitement you curl into Bucky’s arms and kiss him all over. Winter takes the opportunity to smash himself under Bucky’s arm and even Alpine saunters over to join in the happy cuddle pile.

~September 21st of the next year~

“You need…”

Those are the only words you get out before Bucky’s mouth is on you again, your body pressed into the wall and his hands wandering under your shirt.

“Bucky,” you gasp, gently pushing on his chest. “You need to go. Nat will be here soon and then we’ll never hear the end of it!”

He pulls away slightly but lifts his arms so he can plant both his hands along the wall on either side of your head, caging you in.

“I don’t wanna,” he whines. “This is the last night before you’re officially my wife and I want to make it count.”

“We spent all day making it count,” you giggle, grabbing his shirt and pulling his mouth back to yours.

Your fingertips trace the broad width of his shoulders before delving into the hair that hangs loosely at the nape of his neck.

“Thought I needed to go doll face,” he smirks against your lips in between kisses.

His metal fingers dance along your skin, inching higher until he’s toying with the little boy in the center of your bra.

“I should never have agreed to this girls night,” you pout.

He nibbles on your extended bottom lip before deftly unhooking the clasp of your bra.

“Now who’s whining,” he teases.

“Buck!” you squeak. “Fix that!”

“Well, lemme see here,” he starts with a grin before he lifts your shirt so he can stick his head under it.

Instead of fixing your bra he kisses your skin as he loosens the silky fabric more.

“BUCKY!” you admonish playfully as you try and push his head out. “You’re stretching out my shirt!”

“It’s my shirt,” he says from inside, his voice muffled.

There’s a loud knock on the door followed by Nat’s excited shouting.

“Shit,” you grumble. “Shit, shit.”

Bucky reluctantly pulls his head free but not before he has you pinned to the wall again and he quiets any of your protests with his kiss.

When he pulls away you’re breathless and flustered.

“I’m going out the fire escape,” he says with a wink.

“What?!? You can’t do that!” you whisper shout.

“Better than getting yelled at!” he says as he grabs your hand and rushes into your bedroom and to the window.

He opens it and then turns back to you, pulling you into his arms and kissing you breathless all over again.

“I love you. More than anything. And I can’t wait to marry you.”

“I love you the most Bucky. I can’t wait either.”

With one more kiss he slips out the window and starts to climb down. The banging on the door becomes louder but you can’t tear your eyes away from him.

“Give Alpine and Winter kisses for me!” you shout down to him. “And Sam too!”

You giggle when Bucky gives you a scowl.

“Sam will be lucky if I don’t punch him,” Bucky jokes. “And don’t worry, I’ll make sure the babies are well loved and ready for tomorrow!”

Once he safely reaches the ground he looks back up and blows you a kiss, mouthing ‘I love you,’ before running down the street toward Sam’s apartment.

You watch until he’s out of sight then rush to the door and open it.

“It’s about time!” Nat screeches. “Is he here!?!”

“NO!” you say and throw up your hands in surrender. “It’s just us girls. Not even Alpine and Winter are here!”

She pushes past you and looks around suspiciously.

After a thorough inspection she turns back your way, one eyebrow lifting to her hairline.

“WHAT!?” you ask, going to cross your arms over your chest.

You stop mid gesture, realizing your bra is still unhooked and hanging off you under your shirt.

Nat stares at you and you stare back but it only lasts a few seconds before you both burst into laughter.

Once you’re calm again, Nat asks, “he just left didn’t he?”

“Down the fire escape,” you giggle.

“I knew he was perfect from the moment we saw him walking Alpine across the street,” she states with a warm smile.

“Me too,” you reply dreamily. “Me too.”

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Finally, the White Rat costume writeup

@tam--lin and I went to the CT RenFaire as White Rat and Saint of Steel characters, as you may have seen earlier

(more pictures and general commentary below)

I finished at the last minute due to about equal parts Tradition, Probably!ADHD, and Attempting to Use a Reconstructing History Pattern.

Don't use Reconstructing History patterns, kids.

In my defense I bought it 10+ years ago before I knew better and hadn't actually tried it out yet.

After a lot of printing and taping and several mockups and a hefty scoop of swearing, I scrapped that idea and made a dress out of rectangles and triangles instead.

(shift: lightweight white linen from The Stash, probably either from fabrics-store.com or graylinelinen.com; dress: midweight brown linen from fabrics-store in "Shitake," lined with more of the white linen)

If you are following along at home and would also like to make a dress out of rectangles and triangles, and you are not running on 20 years of "I know what I'm about, son," I would recommend The Medieval Tailor's Assistant by Sarah Thursfield and Morgan Donner's blog and YouTube.

The tabard is loosely adapted from a Tudor kirtle pattern in The Stash, which was lightly modified from a pattern in The Tudor Tailor, because I knew the armholes would work and I didn't want to fuss with armholes more than absolutely necessary. It laces up the side above the waist to keep everything in place.

(tabard and cape: more fabrics-store linen in "Asphalt")

The cape and hood are based on Lea Wittie/Lady Aíbell ingen Dairmata's cape tutorial, separated, and shortened for convenience. The cape ties at the neck and the hood closes with hooks and eyes. At some point which is not now I may tinker with the capelet on the hood to make it tuck under the tabard. I cut it very short so you could still see the sigil but now it has a tendency to leave an Awkward Gap.

For the sigil, I borrowed @magpiemalarkey's excellent White Rat artwork. The rat and halo are appliques, and I embroidered the rest of the details on top by tracing the art onto wash-away stabilizer and using that as a pattern.

Finally, I slapped together a belt pouch at the last minute from (stash) fabric, a (stash) button, and a hair tie, using Butterick 5371 (adequate, but maybe not how I would have done it if I hadn't been doing it the night before). I'm used to costumes with a full skirt and tie-on pockets and realized that this would in fact be a pocketless costume the night before.

The whole costume holds up nicely to several hours of riding in the car and a day of schlepping around outdoors, and it's super comfy. 10/10 would White Rat again, except next time we should bring explanatory business cards because nobody can guess this costume on sight.

[missmarveledsblog]

Top Gun

Here is a masterlist for all the top gun fics i've done hope you enjoy

Jake Hangman Seresin

series : FLUMPY (ongoing) :

The dagger squad all were wondering who the mysterious figure was in one of the rooms in the base only to discover to bradley's explaining it was pete maverick Mitchell's  kid  without seeing them fully before leaving jake makes a comment he will in future regret .  y/n doesn't let the man off light with the comment either .

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

part 11

part 12

part 13

part 14

part 15

part 16

Hand one heart (Ongoing ) :

coming to new place is scary , but the adventures along the way might not be right ?

part one

one shots :

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Series :

It's fate ( 3 parts ) :

from a young age carole bradshaw always told her son meeting his father was fate , it was like she knew he was the one from her , now older bradley starts to think of fate when he see's a beautiful face everywhere until one night she comes to the hard deck and well fate can be funny .

part one

part two

part three

Bet on it ( 10 parts ) :

everyone thought since they were best friend that their kids would be but after some unknown reason bradley bradshaw and y/n mitchell hated each other . after confrontation one night that leaves bradley in a dry spell well the guys make a claim and bradley's willing to bet and prove them wrong all he had to do was get into a relationship with the one person that couldn't stand him .

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

Part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

Oneshots :

If she were mine :

when  rooster finds reader stupid boyfriend cheating he doesn't mind telling him exactly how stupid  he is for hurting  a woman like that  , a woman he dreams of

Now she mine :

sequel to if she were mine  where  rooster shows y/n how much she really loves her in the best way possible . 

Brooster:

( part of the it's fate but can be read as a stand alone ) when y/n brings her class to the hanger well bradley gets to check off two dreams in one go to jakes dismay and when the two bickering stems a glorious idea fun for all well other than the two men

Mickey Fanboy Garcia

Series :

ONE SHOT:

Fangirl:

when bob is sent from the hard deck to his little sisters sos message well she is not what they expect

Robert Bob Floyd

Series

Oneshots

Risky business :

home doesn't feel like home so y/n takes a risk moving to san diego to the man she always felt was her home her best friend robert floyd , she thinks he friend zoned her , he thinks if he tell her about his feeling for her he'll lose it til one night he takes a risk and hope its a good one .

[indybob]

As I begin finalizing my current long fic, Maybe We Were Always Meant To Be I have come to the realization that I have 20 one-shot/significantly shorter story ideas for Hangster. I know which one I’ll write first, but after that I have no idea. I’m going to list the top 10 I’m most excited to write below with a brief synopsis and you can vote in the poll for which one you’d like to read the most!

(I may or may not follow this, but it’ll give me an idea of what people would like to read and a starting point😄)

Story Ideas:

The Ball’s in Your Court: A few years pre-canon, Bradley and Jake hook up every year at the Navy Ball. They spend the night making each other jealous with other people, even though they know they’re going to fall into bed together when it’s all said and done.

Chasin’ That Desire: Set immediately post-mission, Bradley undergoes a minor surgery for a dislocated shoulder from ejecting. He and Jake patch things up, and Jake helps him through his rehab as their feelings for each other grow stronger.

Forever’s in Your Eyes: After an outdoor barbecue party in their backyard, Jake and Bradley lay in their hammock sipping the left over wine. Bradley realizes he can’t wait another second before asking this man to be his forever.

Bubbles and Bubbly: a smutty story that is essentially just Bradley throwing Jake a surprise anniversary dinner and a night of romance at home.

Hey Stranger, This is Your Stop: After being stood up on a date, Finance Worker!Bradley and Business Executive!Jake meet when Bradley falls asleep on his shoulder while on the subway in NYC. They hit it off and Jake asks Bradley out on a date. (Part of a series of AUs set in New York City).

Through a New Lens: Photographer!Bradley meets Model!Jake at an underwear shoot for a fashion brand. Jake inquires about a private photo shoot with Bradley one-on-one once the underwear shoot is over. Potentially smutty, I’m not sure yet.

It’s a Date: Author!Bradley meets Journalist!Jake at a coffee shop while dodging a stalker. Jake buys Bradley a latte, and they hit it off. (Part of a series of AUs set in New York City).

Sparks Fly: Based on “Sparks Fly” by Taylor Swift, Bradley has been trying to figure out how to tell Jake how he’s been feeling for a long time. Bradley decides the best way he knows how to be sincere is through music, so he plays a song dedicated to Jake one night at the Hard Deck.

No title for this one yet, but a sickfic where Jake gets sick for the first time in years and refuses to accept help. Thankfully Bradley is too stubborn to let Jake handle it all alone.

Everything Gets Hotter (When the Sun Goes Down): A fic about Jake and Bradley’s honeymoon, featuring some of their activities during the day, and their time in the bedroom at night.

[canonicallyobserving911]

My thoughts on how bad season 7 ended up being can be summed up in one sentence and it's based on a quote I heard from a former employment director. He used to tell us all the time, "When you fail to plan, you plan to fail!" And I think that's what happened to season 7 of 9-1-1 since they were still writing while the main cast was filming the remaining episodes.

After TM's most recent interview, in which he admitted he doesn't plan seasons out beforehand, I felt justified in my analysis but the question is has it always been like this? IMO, the answer is NO! And that's because it wasn't like this for seasons 2 and 3. They were planned out and the continuity was there which made everything better than the mess that was season 7.

Honestly, I don't understand how anyone can run a multi-million-dollar business or a TV Show (I do get it because some people aren't organized but usually, they don't stay in a leadership role for long) and be as unorganized as the showrunners have been for the last few seasons of 9-1-1. It literally costs between 9 and 10 million dollars per episode to produce it but nothing they've been doing lately has lived up to those high costs. Please understand this is not about the cast, crew or the directors because they don't have control over the scripts. They have a WRITING TEAM which means TM didn't have to spend 40 straight hours while he was lying in a hospital bed writing the first 3 episodes. He chose to do that and since the writers returned to work in October of 2023, what were they doing that whole time because they were already promoting the cruise ship disaster at the end of November?

An example of how ridiculous it is for TM to not have a plan can be equated to a construction company. People who build homes and buildings have to plan in advance before they start or else it'll end badly. They can't just start building a home or a business without a blueprint because if they do, the bathtub could end up in the kitchen and the garage might not have a driveway. Builders have to order supplies and materials like drywall, tools, windows, appliances etc., far in advance so they'll have the things they need when they get to a particular step in the building process. Therefore, how can anyone handling multiple storylines for the main cast of a popular TV show like 9-1-1 go into a season without an overall plan? They shouldn't and if they continue down that path, IMO upcoming seasons will end up being even worse.

It doesn't make any sense at all to me and hopefully, season 8 won't be a repeat of seasons 5, 6 and 7.

House M.D. is one of my favorite shows of all time because Gregory House was a brilliant doctor and even though he was a complete jerk sometimes, I liked it because the creators and the showrunners knew when it was time to end it. After 8 seasons, they decided to call it quits so they could go out on top. Any good show worth it's weight knows when they're running out of good stories and they know when to end it. It happened with the Sopranos too. They ended it after season 6 because Tony Soprano had already done the things he needed to do in therapy and his families (personal and mob) were personified. They couldn't take the show anywhere else, so they ended it.

Please understand, if you've never seen a TV show stay on and keep airing episodes past its prime (Grey's Anatomy and Law & Order SVU are two examples but there are others) you have no idea what it could be like. Viewers end up hate watching them and hopefully that won't happen with 9-1-1 but if they don't do something soon, like let the characters grow professionally and show them moving on from their previous mistakes and pasts (looking at the "Vertigo" storyline because Eddie should be allowed to move on from Shannon since it's been six years) it could end up being their fate too.

Even though I've never watched Grey's, I have watched SVU and for the past few days, I've been rewatching season 14 when Rafael Barba (my favorite A.D.A.) arrived on the show and I instantly noticed a stark difference between it and the most recent seasons. It's so good and its way better than the trash they're producing right now. Olivia Benson is the SVU captain but they've been centering all the episodes around her character (like season 6 was all about Buck) but it's time for her to be promoted to chief so Detective Joe Velasco and Detective Terry Bruno can be in charge of SVU. They're the future of the show but if they keep sidelining them, who knows if they'll get a 27th season. It's so boring now and I wish they'd bring Barba back but I digress.

I don't watch a lot of TV because most of it is reality, news and game shows (I don't like those but for those who do, no shade) but I do watch 9-1-1 and I'd hate to leave it in the dust like I did CSI and Chicago P.D. but I will once it's no longer entertaining.

I still haven't decided if I'll watch season 8 (I'm 95% sure I'll treat it like I did season 5, watch the episodes weeks after they air, so I won't get pissed off or I won't watch them at all like I did 5x7 since Eddie wasn't in it) but I refuse to sit through another season like the cluster "F" that season 7 was. I don't want to see another doppelgänger or anymore LIs that are used to delay CANON Buddie.

I needed to get this out of my mind and write it so I can move on.

It's ok to have an opposing opinion but if you do, post it on your own blog and don't reblog this because if you do, I will block you.

[kahvilahuhut]

something weird

TEEHEE hello everyone. Hi. I have been thinking of rewriting this thing here for a few months now because 1) i originally wrote it when they were still fan characters, 2) i changed their identities a little at some point and 3) i wasn't fully happy with it.

Now, after spending weeks rewriting and rethinking it, this thing is done, yippee! yayyyy!

Summary: Klara wakes up with a bad hangover and wonders how she got there. Fun.

No proper warnings except for mentions of alcohol and a character having a hangover. Enjoy 🤍

No matter how much of a morning person she was, Klara had always found waking up hard. The whole idea of getting out from a soft, warm blanket that makes you feel safe? Worst thing ever. And being used to a schedule that requires waking up at around 6 in the morning makes it even worse. The only thing so far that has stopped her from getting used to wake up later is that she's even lazier to change it. And coworkers seem to like it, and she didn't feel like doing something that will make her less 'cool' in their opinion.

On days like these, though? It's even worse. Klara couldn't even remember when she had a hangover worse than this one. Maybe few years ago?

The headache, the awful feel of dry mouth, it wasn't something she missed after starting to drink less - or at least try to.

She groaned slightly and rolled over to the other side, expecting to see her clock, only to stare at a wall. Dark blue wall. Her room's walls were white. And the wall was supposed to be on the other side.

Klara sighed and turned to the other side, noticing a pile of thick books - probably course books, she couldn't really tell due to how dark the corner was - standing next to the bed, like a makeshift nightstand. On top of it was another, smaller book, a pack of meds she didn't recognize, and a little digital alarm clock with a sticker on it. Klara rubbed her eyes, not believing the time she saw.

10:25 just didn't sound like a time she'd wake up at, even with a hangover. She felt sick.

She sat up slowly, trying not to move too fast, and looked around, then at herself. She was still wearing the same clothes as she was wearing yesterday, even had a suit jacket still on. Klara frowned at the darkish red spot on the jacket, realizing it would probably be impossible to get it off. She slowly took it off and leaned on the mattress to carefully put it down on the floor. If it were her bedroom, she'd just probably toss it somewhere. But the idea of throwing it here and accidentally knocking off something from Tobias's weird bookshelf that worked as a wall.

She froze in the middle of sitting back up. No wonder things still looked familiar, it's not the first time she woke up in its flat, considering how many times they would either come her after the library closed or just simply to talk about books, and then realizing that it was too late for her to go home.

But surely she wouldn't be here drunk? Tobias didn't drink and she never felt like doing it while hanging out with it.

Klara reached down to the jacket again and took out her phone. A few messages from Mabel, some awful party photos in the group chat. She pressed on one and zoomed in. She looked awful - and not because of how she actually looked but because of how sad she looked.

The party itself, as she remembered now, was to celebrate some guy's... something. She didn't remember what it was. She didn't care, as she didn't really even know the guy. Besides, based on how he and his apartment looked, he was probably the specific kind of a business major, the really annoying one.

The actual reason she went there because work earlier that day was awful. She really thought it could help her 'relax' after all that.

Klara took a deep breath. She hoped she didn't do anything stupid. Though, knowing herself, she probably did and just had to live with it. She laid back and looked through the other messages.

One of the messages from that night was from Leon, asking where she was. Klara had apparently written, 'Owm to sleeep. wait it's omw. whatever.', which they had acknowledged with a thumbs-up sign.

A bit before that, she had apparently sent a message to Tobias, asking if it could walk her home 'or soemthing'. Of course she asked it, it lives in North Bay, five minute walk from that business guy's apartment. Who am I kidding, I would've asked it even if I were at Cambridge, she thought and looked at its reply. It had just simply said that it would come there as soon as possible.

Klara remembered how it arrived, she was already waiting in the entrance hall, realizing what a bad idea it was to forget to take a coat, and staring at snow through the window. She had never seen snow before, and as far as she knew, it's been a rare occurance for a century, although slowly coming back.

Klara stretched her arms and slowly rose up. She picked up the jacket again, to see if she didn't miss anything else in the pockets, before leaving it on the floor. I'll figure out what to do with it, she thought.

Stepping out into the rest of the room, she raised her hand to block out the sunlight shining into her face, just so it wouldn't worsen her headache. The window was slightly open, letting in the sounds of the street outside - people talking as they pass by the street, laughter, some distant car noises - all pointing out the silence of the flat itself. Klara quickly looked around to see if it would be somewhere, but there was no one there but her.

She did notice a water carafe and a glass on the table, though, and a little sticky note right next to it. She poured herself some water and sat on the chair, reaching for the note. It was light orange, and had "I read it's important to stay hydrated when you have a hangover, so here's some water. Hope you're okay!" written on it, with a blushing smiley face in the end. A smaller text below it said, "I sadly remembered I have an errand to run in the morning and had to leave early. I'll be back somewhwere around 10."

Klara smiled and drank the whole glass and reached for the quilt laying close by on the beanbag, right next to a soft pillow. She hated how this probably meant that it chose to sleep there. If it slept at all. She wished it was here, so she could talk to it, thank it, maybe even-

She shook her vesd to get the thought out of her brain and wrapped the quilt around herself. She leaned on the table, trying her best to ignore her headache and her thoughts telling her how she alone got herself into this situation. She knew that, she didn't disagree. But she didn't want to feel so guilty about it, either.

Klara snapped out of her thoughts as she heard the door open. She quickly got up and leaned on the wall, slightly peeking from behind it, just in case it was some uninvited guest. A typical work related reaction she has somehow adopted into her free time, too.

Instead of a possible threat, it was Tobias, slowly taking off its coat and stopping by the mirror to slightly fix its hair. It picked up a carton bag slowly, trying hard not to be too noisy, and silently wincing at each sound it made. Klara shook her head and walked out from behind the wall. "Hey, what do you have there?"

Tobias raised its head at the voice, a slightly surprised look on its face, yet a smile clearly appearing on it. "Uh, hey! I, um... breakfast. I got breakfast," it said and checked into the bag, "Bagels and coffee, specifically. I got decaf, iced one. Oh, and some cookies, additionally to some groceries. And, um-" it paused and cleared its throat. "Sorry, I forgot that you probably have a headache right now and got a bit excited..."

"That's alright, don't worry," she smiled and watched as it walked to the table and started taking everything out of the bag, "What's this, um, errand you had?"

"I needed to pick up some paperwork from the course I'm TAing."

"Are you saying that you went to Medford and back...?"

"Uh, um, yeah!" Tobias smirked and took a sip from its latte, "By the way, hope you're feeling better right now. You didn't really seen that well at night and, well..."

"'Well', what?"

"You kind of just fell asleep while talking. Scared me a bit, to be honest, I checked several times during the night, poking your shoulder, to see that you're, well, sleeping and not, you know, um," it stopped and smirked, "You seemed very annoyed every time, complaining about it, especially during the last time."

Klara took the iced coffee in her hands. "I don't remember any of that, to be honest... Or what happened before I fell asleep."

"Ah, that's totally fine, Klara, things like that happen sometimes. I guess," it looked at her face, and frowned slightly, probably noticing Klara's confused face, "Um, haven't had hangovers from alcohol like, ever, but boy I think I still don't really remember some things about Florida, due to, um, other substances. But I'm sure you'll remember everything at some point," it added quickly.

"Uh-huh," she leaned on the table and sipped her coffee. "What do you mean by 'everything', by the way? I, um, didn't do anything weird yesterday, did I?"

"Weird? No, not really. Except that, well, you somehow got to this, um, event of yours without a coat. And it was snowing outside when you walked out. Not a really smart outfit choice but that happens sometimes."

"Leon drove us there."

"Ah, that makes sense. But, um, nothing else that can be deemed as 'weird'!"

Klara sighed. "That sounds like I did something."

"Um. You did. But, well, I don't know how to say it? And you said you want to talk about it later once you're up to it," It sat completely still for a moment, before placing its hands on the table and slightly leaned forward. "You, um, kissed me. On lips. Then told me my face looks very kissable."

"Wha-" Klara began, then stopped and covered her face with her hands, "Toby, how is that not weird according to you?"

"I don't know honestly. I'd rather say it's surprising. And, um, cute."

"Are you serious right now?"

"Yeah! You also talked about how you wanted to do it for a while now. And how you, um, think about me, like, a lot and just never want to bring it up. To which I then replied that I do feel the same way, but, well, considering how you were doing at the moment, wouldn't it be logical to, well, go to sleep first and wait until you feel better. You seemed to agree and just went to sit on the bed as I went to get some water for you, only to see that you fell asleep when I returned to you."

Klara took a deep breath. "God, this is embarassing. I'm never drinking again."

"It wasn't that bad, honestly, it-"

"But it was! I, um," she paused, looking for a proper way to say what she wanted, "I don't think I was, um, ever going to act on it, to be honest. I came here thinking that I'll fully concentrate on work and getting the degree I want, and, um, won't even consider a relationship... Ever. Not after the previous one, it was, um, I didn't want to ever be so...vulnerable?"

"Klara, I-"

"But then Leon brought you and, well, after a while I just somehow realized that I'm having feelings again and I just hated myself for that, for breaking a promise I myself had given to me. Hate that always seemed to vanish once I catched your glance, or saw your smile, and after a while it turned into fear. Not a fear of the same thing happening again, but more like-"

"Fear of losing someone important to you if you tell the truth?" Tobias finished the sentence, and reached its hand to touch hers as she nodded. "I, um, I have the same fear."

Klara moved her other hand closer, to hold its, as she murmured, "I'm afraid of ruining the friendship we have. I think I've been afraid that, uh, even if you did feel the same, something could've always happened and, well, there really is no coming back to where we were."

"I think there would always be a way. And it's not like our friendship ends if we take our relationship to a new level, so if it won't work out, we could always go back, if we wanted."

Klara looked at it for a moment, then looked down at their hands, fingers intergwined, Tobias's thumb gently stroking the side of her hand. "And what if it works out?" She asked, glancing back at its face.

Tobias's smile appeared again, slowly, as it said softly, "God, I hope it will."

[writingfics-passingtime]

Hello my love!! For the mistake prompts:

Miracle Baby by Nothing but Thieves + Dealers choice!

This is such a fun idea😮‍💨 Happy drabbles!

Wasting My Time

This drabble is part of JJ’s Mixtape - a mini series based on my followers’ favourite songs and characters. You can read more of them here!

Song Prompt: Miracle Baby

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader (romantic, no pronouns used but disclaimer that this one feels more female-implied than others)

Word Count: ~1450

CW: Swearing, mentions of drugs, explicitly implied sex

Note: First, I love the subtle roast calling this a “mistake prompt” thank you Ella 😂 this song is so cool and gave me hazy dive bar feelings, and going-home-with-hot-stranger feelings. Hope you enjoy!

Matt hated things like this.

His fingers idly tapped against the cool condensation blanketing the beer bottle on the bar in front of him, halfway torn between thinking about his trial in the morning and debating whether to go out tonight. Either way, he was itching to leave.

It was loud. The obnoxious kind of loud, not the kind where you could feel the appreciation for life and joy and merriment. Being dragged along to these stupid law school alumni mixers was the worst way to spend a Sunday evening. Yeah, you hated things like this.

But you’d just spotted the perfect distraction.

At your 10 o’clock. Tall, dark, handsome, sitting alone at the bar. Better yet, he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but here, so, common ground.

You made your way through the masses, through the thick and clogged atmosphere saturated with terrible work-related jokes and the desperation to impress. Everyone else was in a sea of familiar faces but not you. You didn’t go to Columbia for law school. You only came because your roommate was too shy to come alone and promised she wouldn’t abandon you the exact way she did about five minutes ago.

Besides, you’d only lived in New York for three months and you’d spent so much energy settling into your dream law job that you hadn’t given much attention to making friends. Or to sex. But that was about to change.

Hence, the lone wolf at the bar.

After ordering some kind of sour cherry and lime cocktail with an over-the-top name, you settled on the stool next to the man. He didn’t acknowledge you and a quick glance at his walking stick gave you an indication as to why not.

“Let me guess,” you turned your head towards him and he looked your way. “Criminal law?”

He nodded, smiling with half his mouth. “What gave it away: the cheap suit, or the air of constant dread?”

You laughed, and the sound of it made Matt’s smile crack open. “You didn’t hand me a business card the second I sat down. And the lack of white powder around your nose.”

He laughed back, and you were successfully distracted.

His name was Matt, you soon learned. Past knowing he practised criminal law and that he graduated from Columbia you learned nothing more about his law career. You told him you were new in town, he told you he’d lived here his whole life, you told him you were grateful to meet someone so normal who’s been around forever and still thinks this city is worth staying in. He asked you why you chose New York and you said it just seemed like the right place to be. You couldn’t explain in. You blushed when you admitted it and your heartbeat picked up, so maybe you were doubting that decision.

He asked you about your hometown and turned his body completely towards you. You told him about it, about escaping on scholarship to Princeton, and your knees were soon gently resting against his. Somewhere throughout the course of the conversation, he rolled the sleeves of his white dress shirt up to just below his elbows. He took his time, made a subtle show of it.

You sipped slowly, Matt noticed; you weren’t here to get drunk. The citrus of your drink complimented the lavender in your shampoo, body wash, whatever the fuck it was that was the calmest thing in this place. It was clear you two were getting on well. So much so, no one bothered you.

Finally, he asked: “Where do you practise?”

“Nuh-uh,” you shook your head and pulled a knotted cherry stem from your teeth. “You and I are having a nice conversation here, Matt,” you chuckled. “All I do, all fucking day, is talk about law, think about law, breathe the fucking law-”

He grinned and held up an apologetic hand. “Message received.”

“Let’s talk about anything else.”

“Okay,” he held up that same hand towards you, putting the ball squarely in your court. “Shoot.”

You narrowed your eyes and twirled the stem between your fingertips. After a moment of contemplation, knowing very well where this may lead, you decided that this tall, dark and handsome distraction was worth the risky line.

“Do you think you could beat a grizzly bear in a fight?”

His eyebrows shot up but he didn’t stutter. “Excuse me?”

“No weapons. Pure brawn. One-on-one. Who wins, you or the bear?”

“The bear,” he waved his hand decisively. “No question.”

“Thank god,” you breathed in relief, nursing a smirk behind the stem in your fingers. His puzzled look was his question, so you answered. “Six percent of American men think they could beat a grizzly bear in a fight. Which means, there are about…” you looked around in a estimate head count, “four men in this bar who vastly overestimate their abilities.”

Matt bumped his eyebrows. Another question.

“I’m just making sure you’re not one of the four,” you said after another sip. Your glass was almost empty.

“Oh?” Matt cocked his head and found himself drawn in closer. “And why is that?”

You placed your now-empty glass down, letting it hit with a finality against the wooden bar. “Forgive me if I read you wrong, just seemed like you were searching for a reason to get the hell outta here too.”

Matt let your comment linger, and lifted the bottle to his lips to take another swig. He drained the last little bit and placed it on the counter next to yours. Your heart was beating pretty fast and you tried to calm your cherry-stained breathing, tried to look cool and collected. You wanted him, and you were the perfect distraction.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

Your breath in was shaky. Risky. No one else would’ve heard it.

“I’m just making sure I’m not wasting my time,” you said. “It’s not usually that fun, going home with a man who thinks they’re more capable than they actually are.”

He laughed once through his nose and pulled his beaten leather wallet from his coat pocket, placing thirty on the table to cover his beer, your cocktail and a tip for the bartender. “Trust me, sweetheart,” he stood and held his open palm out to you. You took his hand and left your stool with your coat and bag over your other arm. He leaned down, leaned in, so you could hear his husky promise over the sound of the bar. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

Sufficed to say, you had never met a more capable man.

His place was nice, his sheets were clean, he was strong and generous and attentive and that was a big problem. Because this was supposed to just be a distraction. A one-night thing. But it was hard to leave his bed at two thirty in the morning, it felt like tearing yourself away. And that was a problem.

Stay, he’d said. He had fresh towels, a toothbrush, he’d call you a cab in the morning after he’d made you coffee. I can’t, you said. On any other night you would have, but tomorrow was a big day. He understood, didn’t press the matter, and he called you a cab after wishing you a twenty-minute goodbye.

It was only at quarter to nine that same morning, when you were walking up the front steps with a takeaway coffee in hand, that you realised you didn’t have any way to contact him other than through your roommate, who might have his information. You didn’t even know Matt’s last name.

Matt thought about you as Foggy prepped the client in hushed whispers from the defence table. As he straightened files and pens and his personal voice recorder, he wondered when he’d run into you again. You’d been a good distraction. Too good. It was like you were still next to him, like he could still smell the cherry and lime, the lavender and honey and-… wait.

You settled next to your boss and put thoughts of last night out of your head, ready and focused to take on the day. It was a big one. For the first time since moving to New York, you were the lead on a case.

Matt’s mind raced as he listened to every whisper in the courtroom, and as he listened to them hush as the judge kicked off proceedings from the bench.

“Are we ready to begin?” Judge Wallace asked in a deadpan, looking straight to the defence’s table. Foggy stood.

“Defence is ready, Your Honour.”

From fifteen feet away, Matt heard the prosecutor stand. He closed his eyes behind his glasses and held in a sigh when he heard your voice say:

“Thank you, Your Honour. The State is ready to proceed.”

Oh… fuck.

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August is my birthday month, and anyone who's been here long knows Halloween is my favorite time of the year! I also just finished a big 200k plus story and want a little break before starting the next big thing. And on top of that, it’s my wonderful friend Babbushka’s 10 year blogiversary! So, we’re going to celebrate in our favorite ways — by writing spooky stories and tormenting our favorite characters!

REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN for anything spooky or related to SUMMERWEEN! Please read this entire post for complete information, and if you're new, please take a look at my Masterlist. And see Babbushka’s Masterlist for all of her stories and guidelines.

We’re inviting everyone to celebrate with us! Readers and Writers alike!

All Readers: Please send us requests, ideas, thoughts, HCs, anything you like! And as many as you like! I’ll pick our favorites or, very likely, a combination of a few different ideas, and write a oneshot that includes everything I can fit in. Feel free to send in multiple ideas or requests! The more ideas to choose from, the better! All AU concepts, time periods, etc are welcome. Anything is fair game.

All Writers: Please feel free to repost, steal any prompts, write anything, and do your own thing with all of this! I'd love to be tagged in any content pertaining to Adam characters or anything related to Spencer from 1923.

I’m only writing for Mills, Flip, and Jacques for big oneshots. If any new followers have a Spencer request, I would write for him too. I will do HC’s for anyone I have ever written for.

I have a strong preference for horror, action, adventure, and AU's.

My stories generally range in size from 5k to 25k, and some are even more! Look for a mix of horror, humor, romance, and adventure! Everything will contain adult themes and mature content. My masterlist has more detail on what I like and don't like, but one of my few hard no's are ships of any kind.

Requests will be open for one week, from July 26 - August 2. However, because I tend to write longer stories, the sooner an idea comes in, the more likely I am to use it.

This is an Adults Only event. My content is not for minors, or people who are easily triggered or offended. I write mature content intended for a mature audience only. All my content is buyer beware for wholesale offense and toxicity.

Keep reading for prompts!

Prompts

𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺

* 001.    the seaside ,  as the sun is setting .

* 002.    a cabin in the middle of the woods .

* 003.    a home with a white picket fence .

* 004.    a dark bus stop lit only by street lights .

* 005.    a dive bar .

* 006.    a funhouse’s room of mirrors .

* 007.    an office building ,  bustling and busy .

* 008.    the back row of an empty movie theater .

* 009.    a rundown motel room .

* 010.    a loud house party on a suburban street .

* 011.    a university lecture hall during a class .

* 012.    the rooftop of a very tall building .

* 013.    a great ballroom during an elegant party .

* 014.    a natural history museum .

* 015.    the wine cellar of a large mansion .

* 016.    an old school gym .

* 017.    a boisterous bonfire at the lakeside .

* 018.    an otherwise empty parking lot .

* 019.    a neon club filled with throbbing music .

* 020.    the grounds of an empty summer camp .

* 021.    a large hedge maze ,  easy to get lost in .

* 022.    a derelict treehouse .

* 023.    a spacious ,  light-filled meadow .

* 024.    an underground illegal fighting club .

* 025.    an abandoned mansion .

* 026.    a cabinet of curiosities .

* 027.    an apple orchard in the middle of spring .

* 028.    an empty playground with squeaky swings .

* 029.    an extravagant greenhouse .

* 030.    the base of a large waterfall .

* 031.    a spacious walk - in closet full of lovely clothes .

* 032.    an attic or basement filled with forgotten things .

* 033.    the dark depths of an abandoned mine .

* 034.    the deck of a fishing boat at night .

* 035.    at home during a power outage .

* 036.    a long ,  winding road .

* 037.    the scene of a violent crime .

* 038.    a fork in a hiking trail deep in the wilderness .

* 039.    a porch on a stormy evening .

* 040.    a dusty antiques shop full of relics .

* 041.    the street of an unfamiliar city at night .

* 042.    between the tall shelves of a rare book shop .

* 043.    an abandoned asylum .

* 044.    a brewery or winery .

* 045.    a mysterious trail found in the woods .

* 046.    a stable of horses .

* 047.    a county fair at night .

* 048.    a rodeo .

* 049.    a garden bountiful with flowers or produce .

* 050.    a childhood home or bedroom .

* 051.    the site of a horrible accident or crime .

* 052.    a closed pool ,  after everyone has left .

* 053.    a home holding horrific memories .

* 054.    a drive in movie theater .

* 055.    a double-booked air b&b .

* 056.    a police station in the middle of the night .

* 057.    a violent storm warning .

* 058.    a lavish ,   invite - only party .

* 059.    a public transit stop as rain is pouring down .

* 060.    a cabin in the woods .

* 061.    the underworld .

* 062.    a dusty ,   forgotten attic .

* 063.    on the set of a television show or movie .

* 064.    a lighthouse overlooking the raging sea .

* 065.    in an archaeological site.

* 066.    on a ship hundreds of miles from the nearest coast .

* 067.    a place from a dream or a memory .

* 068.    a tent pitched in the middle of the woods .

* 069.    ancient ruins .

* 070.    the morgue during an identification .

* 071.    an otherwise empty library during a late research session .

* 072.    a place that feels familiar ,  yet you've never been here before .

* 073.    a long hallway that seems to stretch on forever .

* 074.    a signpost at the start of a hiking trail .

* 075.    a bar or tavern bustling with life .

* 076.    the dance floor of a masquerade ball .

* 077.    inside of a car parked in a secluded area .

* 078.    at the edge of a cliff overlooking a large lake .

* 079.    inside a very old house with very old haunts .

* 080.    inside a courtroom .

* 081 past the warning signs .

* 082 around a bonfire or campfire .

* 083 here there be monsters .

* 084 high on a mountainside .

* 085 inside a trendy coffeeshop or bookshop .

* 086 on a road trip .

* 087 at a writer’s retreat .

* 088 under the stars .

* 089 a swanky restaurant .

* 090 on safari .

* 091 a picturesque beach .

* 092 a quaint village abroad .

* 093 in the fall foliage .

* 094 a crystalline winter dawn .

* 095 an expedition into the unknown .

* 096 a treasure hunt .

* 097 following a mysterious map .

* 098 off the map .

* 099 lost .

* 100 exactly where you were always meant to be .

 

 Dark Academia Writing Prompts

1. A history major begins to unravel a murder that happened 100 years ago on campus.

2 A witch disguises herself as a professor in the occult studies department.

3. A group of history students uncover evidence of a witch trial that took place on campus centuries ago.

4. A journalist investigates a series of murders inspired by works of literature.

5. The study of an artifact leads to mayhem when an ancient evil is brought into the modern world.

 

 

Situational Prompts

1.        Leaves crunching under your boots. 

2.        Morning air just a bit colder than expected. 

3.        The smell of warm cider in a mug. 

4.        Baking cinnamon muffins

5.        Pumpkin spice

6.        The harvest moon 

7.        Going to a haunted house

8.   Black cats crossing your path

9.   Heat of a fireplace on a cold night

10.      Crumbling tombstones

11.      Twigs snapping on the forest floor

12.      Trick-or-treating

13.      The call of an owl 

14.      Costume party

15.      Scary movie night

16.  Ghost stories

17.  Apple orchard

18.  A Victorian mansion

19.       Scratching at the door 

20.      Howling at the moon

21.       Eyes in the trees 

22.      Whispers from the shadows

23.      Murder of crows gathered outside

24.      Something’s under the bed 

25.      Fog rolling on an open field

26.      The only headlights on miles of open road

27.       Footsteps coming up quickly from behind

28.      A bathroom mirror in the dark

29.      Growls down the hall

30.      Wrought iron gates

31.      Friday the 13th

32.      A scream in the night 

33.      Blood washing down the shower drain

34.      Hot wax dripping on pentagrams

35.      Lightning over a castle 

36.      Torn stitches

🏤 Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes

🍁 A crisp autumn evening, the smell of leaves and smoke on the air

🎹 Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room

💧 Rain in the early morning, so dark that there’s hardly a sunrise

⛪ A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence

🌳 A foreboding forest at dusk as the sun disappears

⛵ On the beach before dawn as remnants of a shipwreck wash onto shore

🍂 A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon

🌃 Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away

🎃 After dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends

🚘 Driving down a long, dark stretch of road after taking a wrong turn

⚡ Distant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way

🥀 An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous plants

🌾 An eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles

🐊 Murky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away

🔥 A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch-black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it

🚧 Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring

🐟 Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water

🌿 An old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history

💀 A cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt

🚇 A dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home

🌈 The sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere

👗 An attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead

❄ A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering

🌲 An enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence

🌑 Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again

☔ A rainy afternoon, running nefarious errands

☕ At a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring

🌵 A winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, its ‘vacancy’ light flickering red

💤 Dreaming of scraping nails against the window glass, and waking to still hear it

🐺 A quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods

🗿 An archaeological site

🏔️ Deep in the mountains

🐆 On safari

🔮 A fortune teller who knows too much

🐈‍⬛ Magic, that's practical

👻 A mansion with a haunted history

👹 A museum at night

 🕯 A seance

🍿 Scary movie night

🔪 The killer is here

😱 Spooky slumber party games (Bloody Mary, the Midnight Game, etc…)

☠ A cemetery or catacombs

⌛ An antique store

🏠 At home by the fireside

🍷 Go to a winery/brewery or cider factory

⛺ Rent a cabin for the weekend

🏰 A spooky vacation spot 

😈 A cryptid encounter

(here are the same prompts on stupid backgrounds because I felt like making them)

Tagging some witches who may interested!

@babbushka @mrs-gucci @mrs-zimmerman @iamburdened @gabesprincess @maybe-your-left @candycanes19 @rynwritesstuff @caillea @cas-backwards-tie @queeniebee @lumberjack00fantasies @mythrielofsolitude @icarusinthesea @ghoulian13 @reyloaddict55 @fizzywoohoo @heartlight-starlight @richbrittstein @clydesfavoritegirl @bensolodyad @thepalaceofmelanie @celiholland @reveluving @vedavan @queen-of-elves @srorgana1 @reylokisses @vixenofcourse @kylofrk @looking4mymagicshop @diejager

All edits by the amazing @kyloremus

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writers 20 questions

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

45 at the moment! I have a few more wips to post on the way so the number is going to go higher

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

130,657

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger Things. I’m looking to branch to other fandoms though like The Locked Tomb in the future

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Standup, You’re Never Too Much, Recapturing the Sunset, Just Another Flesh Wound, One Kid Gone, Another Up and Vanished

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes!! But not always as sometimes I immediately forget to reply and when I do, it’s a few weeks or a month later skkshdk forgive me

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Biting Back in Anger. It’s Eddie having a bad day and blowing up at Steve, who leaves trying not to cry :)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

uhhh most of my fics have happy endings but I think I can nominate The Tinsel Tradition. It has Steve, Eddie, and Robin building a home together in NYC, healed and happy in every queer way!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope, thank god

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I’ve been writing more smut recently and exploring some areas. I’m honestly gotten more comfortable though it’s still a challenge to get the right words without coming off as awkward lmao. but that’s Phil’s (@theheadlessphilosopher) job 🫶💜

10. Do you write crossovers?

I’m more of a fusion au writer who borrows the setting and elements and places my blorbos in there than a straight-up crossover. Unless that counts as a crossover? Those two terms are kinds confusing sometimes..

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

There are a couple folks who played around this idea with me but nothing concrete. Though I guess Phil’s beta work can count because he writes better lines and scenarios than me

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

You’re asking me, a Steddie blog—

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

oof. I have a TLOU steddie wip based on resande’s sketches, but it’s looking unlikely to be done because the person looking it as my beta reader over got busy with other things and I’ve lost the writing juice 😔

16. What are your writing strengths?

Many people tell me that I am very visceral with my descriptions, esp with horror, and setting the tension is top-notch 🥰 (I am a freak who loves gore and blood tehehehehe)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have too many ideas and a problem to actually write what I want that it comes off as juvenile to me. I also have a tendency to gloss over the editing of my fic which I’m trying to break out of.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I honestly don’t mind it at all. However, I do get taken right out of the story if the language is written literally (like kanji for Japanese, Cyrillic for Russian, etc.) and not romanized when the character is speaking because that’s not how it works

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Warrior Cats. We all started our writing careers from that series at some point in middle school lol

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Noooo, I can’t pick favourites- I love them all equally. But FINE, I’ll say it would be When Life Gives You Pickles, Make It Into Soup. I wrote this as mostly self-indulgent because I LOVE pickle soup and is the best comfort food of all time. I think anyone making soup in general for their significant other if PEAK relationship goals because who doesn’t love soup?? Of course I had to Steddie-ify it

thanks to Devon for tagging me! Tagging others with no pressure: @thefreakandthehair @pearynice @3minsover @penny00dreadful @chaosgremlinmunson

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Among so many heinous problems trickling down on our heads from the top of the film industry is that of intellectual property. It’s not that adaptations are new, but that the ability to make a living by creating anything else has only recently been destroyed. IP obsession has killed the mid-budget movie, it’s killed the movie star, and it’s coming for the rest of the industry. This is as much a problem for audiences as for filmmakers (at any level), and it all comes from the same place: Unchecked greed, and the familiarity with which we accept it.

Tidy, consistent, sustainable profits—the kind of thing generated by movie studios that once offered a diverse slate of reasonably budgeted adult dramas, teen-date rom-coms, family films, and fence-swinging art movies—are a thing of the past for those in charge of the industry. Other forces from the entertainment world are certainly at play, specifically the rise of prestige TV as a destination for what the movies have abandoned. But the pivot to the IP Era feels simple, because it feels familiar. It’s because tidy, consistent, sustainable profits aren’t enough. There must be growth. There must be domination. There must be Shared Universes.

This attitude goes beyond being risk-averse. Risk aversion isn’t new. Single-minded speculation, trying to alchemize IP into gold, is.

The management decisions keeping workers from their fair pay—as described by Writers Guild of America board member John Rogers in a thread about the current strike—are the same ones milking old IP for all it’s worth: “The new robber barons of Hollywood are on a suicide run.” This shift is tech-bro economics, Wall Street-fellating “vulture capitalism” here to feast on the industry, not further it.

...Sure, an executive could gamble on a few million dollars on an “idea” from a “writer.” They could also flip the big Binder O’ Properties to a random page, do a rail of coke off of it and spend $100 million to reboot whatever’s underneath. A new Ghostbusters? Another go at the Dark Universe? Let’s do it! Monopolies, even monopolies built on unsustainable properties—on the slums of Baltic and Mediterranean Avenues, in board game terms—have the potential to be more than profitable. They can define decades of strategy. Investors like that. It feels stable yet exciting, predictable yet potentially limitless.

“We’re going to focus on franchises,” Warner Bros. Discovery CEO David Zaslav assured investors. “We haven’t had a Superman movie in 13 years. We haven’t done a Harry Potter in 15 years.”

It doesn’t matter if viewers are burned out or if the franchise is inextricably linked to a raging asshole. There’s recognizable media out there just asking to be exploited into an empire, one that could grow and grow and grow. If it eventually burns like Rome—say, if you’re former Disney CEO Bob Chapek and your streaming business continues to bleed money despite releasing bad franchise movies directly onto it—then you can simply fiddle your little heart out, floating away on your golden parachute. Naturally, studio leadership favors this approach, which in turn sets the precedent for the only kinds of movies their companies finance, market and stuff into theaters.

We, the country’s moviegoing public, have already been trained to understand this. 

Pretty consistently, folks go to the movies when they recognize something and stay home when they don’t. Looking at the past 10 years of box office Top 10s, it’s far faster to note which movies aren’t based on a pre-existing property: Frozen, Gravity, Inside Out, Zootopia, The Secret Life of Pets, Sing, Onward and Tenet.

That’s it. Eight movies out of 100. 

Two of them even let you see a person.

But in the IP Era, people are merely a liability. Movies seeking this modern kind of success—as many sequels, spin-offs and merchandise tie-ins as possible—only need humans in front of the camera when they function as an extension of IP. Laura Dern, Sam Neill and Jeff Goldblum were brought back for the latest Jurassic World cash-grab to excite us as embodied reminders of a better movie. They’re not actors anymore. They’re mascots. 

When you realize that that’s all AAA actors are being cast as, it becomes obvious why the biggest blockbusters have recently boiled down to ensembles standing around reskinned warehouses and parking lots. As Jake Ures writes, “when acting has been reduced to stewarding IP,” you don’t want people getting invested in the stars. Rather, “it’s better for investors if they function as empty vessels for stories much bigger than them, ones that can be endlessly iterated long after they’re out of the picture.”

...Performers have long feared being themselves turned into IP. Jet Li famously skipped out on The Matrix sequels so his moves wouldn’t be digitized in some Warner Bros. library, to be used to whatever future end by a company that no longer needed his martial artistry. This, by the way, is the plot of Space Jam: A New Legacy, as LeBron James attempts to avoid the same fate…threatened by the in-universe Warner Bros. Really, this idea is so normalized as to be the bad guy’s plan in a kid’s movie. Netflix is trying to own the rights to its actors’ simulated voices “by all technologies and processes now known or hereafter developed, throughout the universe and in perpetuity.” It’s not about creating something, it’s about owning something, forever.

And that’s the success model. Increasingly, it’s the only model. Because now we crave it, beaten into submission by the sheer onslaught of “Remember that?” requels, legacy sequels and reboots released since Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, Star Trek and Star Wars: The Force Awakens helped establish the monoculture model of filmmaking. Audiences didn’t do this to pop culture. It was the corporate powers that invested in and encouraged their most ravenous demographic, turning “audiences” into “fandoms.” We’ve had slop shoveled onto our pop culture prison cafeteria trays for decades, and the prison-industrial multiplex expects us to give our compliments to the chef for another meal of empty-calorie Easter eggs.

[read more - jacob oller for paste magazine]

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