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Midcentury Exterior large one-story white stucco design from the 1950s

[doodles-with-noodles]

I thought this haircut would look cute on book Hiccup for ages but I couldn’t draw hair back then. Now I can and hit you with whatever-this-hairstyle is :)

[tyrannuspitch]

the one thing you absolutely do have to give the loki show is that its soundtrack is ten times better than any of the thor movies', or honestly any other mcu OST i've ever heard. imagine a world in which mcu asgard had had good + memorable music all along </3

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

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[casterofturnabout]

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[pursuitist]

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[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Greta Garbo (Camille, Anna Karenina, Queen Christina)—Enigmatic and alluring and made me bisexual. The perfect example of the eroticism in silent films that literally transcends text. Could literally not change anything about her expression but you knew by looking at her eyes what she was thinking. She’s so gorgeous.

Audrey Hepburn (My Fair Lady, Sabrina, Roman Holiday)—Growing up, Audrey Hepburn desperately wanting to be a professional ballerina, but she was starved during WWII and couldn't pursue her dream due to the effects of malnourishment. After she was cast in Roman Holiday, she skyrocketed to fame, and appeared in classics like My Fair Lady and Breakfast at Tiffany's. She's gorgeous, and mixes humor and class in all of her performances. After the majority of her acting career came to close, she became a UNICEF ambassador.

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Garbo:

A cold-ass Swedish WLW Sphinx. Had plans to murder Hitler that she never got around to. "She will remain always a child of vikings, moved about by a snowy dream."

First of all, she's on the money; that's how much of a treasure she is. She's beautiful in such a distinct way you need very few lines to draw her. (Drawing by Einar Nerman) She managed to be mesmerizing in both silent and sound films. She kissed a woman in Queen Christina (and probably several more in real life). She was super dry and really funny in Ninotchka. She got the hell out of Hollywood and stayed out, living for almost 50 years after her retirement.

Garbo is one of the many reasons why I'm gay. If you haven't seen Queen Christina please do, She is so gender in that film. Also her accent makes it sound like she's always talking in cursive and it's so hypnotic (or at least I think so).

She's a gay introvert, like all of us here on Tumblr.

Probably a lesbian, absolutely a mood when she retired

Mysterious and aloof, charismatic and enigmatic, with beautiful androgynous characteristics, Garbo is undoubtedly the most eccentric and unique Hollywood vintage star. Her aversion to fame and stardom makes her even more desirable to the audience, and her insane chemistry with the camera, an actress one of a kind! Her particularity and her oddity is what discerns her strongly from her hollywood co workers at the time, noone was like her and would never be like her. I think, to the utmost extent, that she deserves the title of the hottest vintage star, even though that would be an understatement of what she is!

SO gorgeous, her thick Swedish accent makes will turn your brain into pudding

Audrey Hepburn:

"She may be a wispy, thin little thing, but when you see that girl, you know you're really in the presence of something. In that league there's only ever been Garbo, and the other Hepburn, and maybe Bergman. It's a rare quality, but boy, do you know when you've found it." - Billy Wilder

Raised money for the resistance in nazi occupied Hungary. Became a humanitarian after retiring. Two very sexy things to do!

where to begin......... i wont her so bad. i literally dont know what to say.

My dude. The big doe eyes, the cheekbones, the voice. The flawless way she carried herself. She was never in a movie where she wasn't drop dead gorgeous. Oh, also the fact she raised funds against the Nazis doing BALLET and she won the Presidential Medal of Freedom for her humanitarian work.

"It’s as if she dropped out of the sky into the ’50s, half wood-nymph, half princess, and then disappeared in her golden coach, wearing her glass slippers and leaving no footprints." - Molly Haskell

"All I want for Christmas is to make another movie with Audrey Hepburn." - Cary Grant

I know people nowadays are probably sick of seeing her with all the beauty and fashion merch around that depicts her and/or Marilyn Monroe but she is considered a classic Hollywood beauty for a reason. Ironically in her day she was more of the alternative beauty when compared to many of her contemporaries. She always came off with such elegance and grace, and she was so charming. Apparently she was a delight to work with considering how many of her co-stars had wonderful things to say about her. Outside of her beauty and acting ability she was immensely kind. She helped raise funds for the Dutch resistance during WWII by putting on underground dance performances as well as volunteering at hospitals and other small things to help the resistance. During her Hollywood career and later years she worked with UNICEF a lot. Just an all around beautiful person both inside and out.

No one could wear clothes in this era like she could. She was every major designer's favorite star and as such her films are time capsules of high fashion at the time. But beyond that, she had such an elegance in her screen presence that belied a broad range of ability. From a naive princess, to a confused widow, to a loving and mischievous daughter, she could play it all.

Look at that woman's neck. Don't you want to bite it?

[justpeaxchy]

'More Of You!'

Warnings (?): fits of anger, mentions of using a weapon on someone (you'll see lol), reader struggles a bit to accept Hiccup's new role as Chief. A/n: Mkay, so this one is now more of a part two to this writing I did but the one you're reading now can be read separately still, totally up to you! :) (P.S., if you get the cross reference (or similarity) in the beginning to the other writing, you get a cookie 🍪) Hiccup x fem reader.

The charcoal pencil in your hands begun to crack underneath the heightened pressure you gripped it with, causing a fleeting amount of pain to pinch your fingers. You sharply inhaled, shaking your hand as you tried to remove any specks of wood that was stuck on your skin. You grimaced at the small form of blisters that was now embedded in the palm of your hand, sighing bitterly as you threw away another pencil - yet again.

Behind you, Gobber the Belch chuckled at the miniature pile of sticks thrown onto a specific part of the wooden table you were leaning on. He had noticed your "displeased", as you called it, attitude the moment you had unwillingly trudged into the Forge. He continued to sharpen his dragon's teeth, speaking with an amused tone as he carefully inspected a certain tooth: "U're gonna break all the pencils we got if you keep that up!"

You groaned in annoyance, clutching onto the table in anger. "Yeah? I'll just make you another one." You shoved the parchment paper you were originally supposed to be working on, giving up on trying to sketch the specific saddle a viking wanted. "It'll be fine." Your grasp on the edge of the table become more tense as you heard your former mentor snort, practically ridiculing you while he spoke the unsaid words of "yeah right."

Before you could make any smart remark about it, another viking came waltzing up to the Forge, impatiently tapping on the carved out area in the wall that was meant to be an open window for customers. You bit your lip, holding back on lashing out on the innocent guy who looked excited about something. Once you begrudgingly dragged your feet to stand in front of him he immediately started to ramble about a new axe he needed, since the one he owned was no longer "doing the job" for him. The rest of his speech about how great of an axe-thrower he was went blotted out of your mind until he finally placed down his payment on the wooden ledge that separated him from you.

Once your hand roughly took it, you stiffly walked towards the stash of weapons that hung close by, hauling off a large axe from the rack it was on. The man, who looked rather young - perhaps younger than you - watched every movement you performed in getting it, a dissatisfied expression taking over his features as you forcefully shoved it on the unsturdy wood. "There."

He carefully inspected it, lightly picking it up with a disgruntled frown. "Er.. this is it..?"

You tapped the wood in annoyance, holding back from fully glaring at the young man that was questioningly staring at you. "Yes. Is there a problem?" You narrowed your eyes as he hesitated to bring a proper response, scanning the axe as though he were a professional.

"It doesn't appear to be sharp enough for my taste.." He brushed his hands on the handle of the weapon, not looking up to meet your bewildered expression, appalled that he would even have the guts to say such a thing.

You cleared your throat, using all of your strength to not lash out at him before you spoke, "Well, it appears to me that you're just gonna have to deal with it, cause that's one of the best we've got." Your words were meant to do anything but make him more excited, which was what caused you to blink in exhaustion as he perked his head up, interested at what you said.

"One of the best?" He tapped the weapon, a slight grin forming on his lips as he silently told you to fetch another one for his taste. Your hands vigorously tore the axe away, a mocking smile crossing your face as you turned to find a different one. With the rising tension, Gobber shifted apprehensively in his seat next to Grump, debating whether or not he should step in before you might use the axe yourself on a certain someone.

Your eyes found a different one, nearly the same size with a unique design. Without looking back, you could feel the younger man staring at the choice you made, making you glance at Gobber to see if he would help in any way. Much to your dismay, he seemed to look away the moment you set your eyes on him, which did not help the situation.

When you came back and dropped the axe on the wooden ledge, the young viking nodded his head, inspecting the weapon in the way he previously had done. "I guess this'll have to do.." He carefully traced his hands over the blade, still not looking at you, as you folded your arms, waiting for him to leave. "But... it could be sharpened just a bit more, don't you think?"

You gaped at him, stuttering to find an answer before you gritted your teeth, venomously speaking in a lowered tone, "Don't you think you could do that by yourself?" You couldn't find the strength to look back up at him, knowing if you did he would most likely leave with a bruised face, as he scooted the weapon closer to you.

"Well, since I'm already here, I figured you could... y'know, sharpen it for me?"

Startling him, you slammed your hands against the wood, slightly shaking it as you menacingly glared at him. "You better grab this axe and go before I use it on you so fast that-" Your hands were suddenly grabbed by another's, stopping anymore words to come out of your mouth as you glanced at your side to see the culprit. Much to your surprise, there stood Hiccup Haddock, supposedly already back from his mission of saving trapped dragons somewhere.

"I'm sorry, sir, is there a problem?" He put a smile on his face, but it was quite obvious that it wasn't a genuine one. You clamped your mouth shut, watching as he kept his hand over yours, soothingly rubbing small patterns with his thumb.

The younger viking became jittery, hesitantly pulling the axe towards him. "Chief! Uh, no, not at all! There's no problem, who said there was any problem -?"

"Then you're free to go." Hiccup motioned for him to leave, which he hurriedly did as he hauled the axe off the ledge, struggling to stand upright as he carried it. You blinked, slowly taking in what had just occurred. You didn't notice how the Chief turned to look at you, observing your current mood. "Hey, you okay?"

He didn't move from his spot until you nodded, silently thanking him for stepping in. "I know there can be some people that can be a bit... demanding when they come here, but don't let it get to you." Hiccup went to place his hand on your shoulder but you swiftly moved away, now turning to look him in the eye, an action that baffled him.

"So, how was your mission?" You began to strut over to the parchment paper you had discarded earlier, forcefully unrolling it and grabbing the last pencil available in the Forge, already gripping it much tighter than you needed to. Hiccup followed you, sparing a questioning glance at Gobber who held up his hands - one of which actually being a prosthetic tool he was using for Grump's teeth - as though he couldn't do anything.

"Uh, it was.. fine. Hey, is everything okay? You didn't answer-"

"Oh, trust me, everything is fine." You faked a smile, trying to outline the design a certain viking wanted; their idea was a bit complicated for you. "Just like your mission was, right?" You sighed as you accidentally drew a line out of place, frustratingly rubbing off the excess charcoal off the paper.

Hiccup was watching, very intently, as you drew what was supposed to be a saddle. "You still didn't really answer my question. I asked if you're okay, not 'everything.'" He held back from taking the pencil in your hands, internally wanting to fix the mistakes you made while you breathed out in frustration.

"Look, I'm fine. You should get going, you probably have more things to do anyway." Your tone of voice was no longer as harsh as it was before, but it was still quite evident that you weren't entirely happy. You didn't want to admit it, but Hiccup's duty as Chief was really beginning to show as his time became more consumed with the responsibility of taking care of an entire island of people, something he had to do - which wasn't the reason you were upset. He didn't have as much availability as he did before, when you both used to run away with your dragons and find new islands, hide from Stoick, and partly joke around like the rest of your peers did. You found that, lately, the time you two spent together was always cut short due to something that needed to be done for Berk.

Gobber awkwardly arose from his spot next to his dragon, dusting off any dirty residual. "I think I'll go test out Grump's teeth on.. somethin, yeah." He shuffled away from the two, stepping out of the Forge, "C'mon, Grump!"

Hiccup stared at the retreating form of Gobber as he quickly left to someplace else, hesitantly looking back at you as you aimlessly sketched on the parchment paper. "Now can you tell me what's wrong?" His fingers twitched, desperately wanting to fix the small error you made on the drawing once again.

You rolled your eyes, a meager smile tracing your lips for a moment as you continued to try and sketch out the model of the saddle. "Very funny." You cringed as you made another mistake, trying your best to fix it. Beside you, Hiccup sighed, slightly shaking his head as he brushed the unruly auburn hair out of his face.

"Well, if you won't tell me what's wrong, I'll show you what is." Hiccup, in one swift motion, shuffled closer to you - somewhat behind you - as he snatched the pencil away from your hands and began to trace in his own lines, rubbing off mostly all of your work, leaving only a few marks of what you did. You hadn't realized how bad it was until he came and fixed it, leaving you embarrassed in your spot - not only because of your mistakes but because of how close he was.

Hiccup, on the other hand, found no harm in what he was doing, casually drawing on the parchment paper with a concentrated expression. "This really needed to be corrected, sorry." His small breaths reached to your neck as you fought the rising heat that crawled up to your face, hands finding the edge of the table as you kept your focus on the saddle he was much better at creating.

"There." He finished, lightly dropping the pencil to glance at you, noticing your stiff form. He continuously gazed at you while he spoke, wanting to be as gentle as possible, "Could you tell me what's the matter?" Hiccup paused, examining your face, "Please..?"

With a sigh, your hands gradually slided closer to his while he quietly got the signal and held them, patiently waiting for your answer. "I'm gonna sound like a complete baby." You snorted to yourself, an empty smile showing on your lips as you weakly fiddled with Hiccup's fingers. He retorted your statement with another shake of his head, his viridescent eyes still taking in your appearance.

"Not true. If you could listen to my ramblings then I'm pretty sure I can hear what you have to say." He found himself slightly grinning when you chuckled, bringing a warmth to his heart that you weren't as upset as you had been before.

You hesitated to answer, nonetheless you spoke out with a lower tone, "I just.. I know you're the Chief now and all.. but.. I feel like our time together has lately been.." You inhaled, preparing for whatever his response may be, "I don't know.. a little.. rushed?" You shrugged, wincing at what you had said, although it was very much needed.

Hiccup frowned in the slightest, taking in what you said. "I know, I've been noticing it too.." He gently fumbled with your hands, his brows furrowing, "You don't know how many times I've wanted to leave and go explore somewhere with you and Toothless again." At the mention of your previous activities, you smiled, gratified that he was having the same thoughts.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I was wanting the same thing." You grinned as you witnessed Hiccup look up at you, a delighted chuckle sounding from him. "But.. I know we're not teenagers anymore. I'm sorry for being so, uh, rude about it. I know you've got a whole new load on you, being that you're the Chief now, and I'm not helping by acting like...this." You wearily rubbed your thumb over his, finally coming to terms that the constant jokes of him being Chief one day was actually here.

Hiccup warmly gazed at you, lifting your hands up so you would look at him. "Your feelings do matter though, don't forget that." He leaned in and gently kissed your forehead before getting an idea, which caused a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Hey, whaddya say that we.. go on a small trip."

"Uhm, what?" You questioningly watched as he called for Toothless, who was outside of the Forge, and beckoned you to follow him. You staggered slightly at first in your steps, confused as to what he was doing. "Hey, hey, wait! What's going on?" You finally started to realize what he was going to do when he mounted Toothless and reached out his hand for yours, eagerly waiting for you to join him. "Hiccup, don't you know that you have duties to take care of-"

"Those duties can wait. C'mon, I know a place we can go to." He smiled at your startled expression, probably not expecting for him to do something like that so quickly, before you dubiously glanced at the people who were doing their daily tasks, indecisively staying in your spot, swinging your arms in a manner similar to how he would.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna take you away from something important-" You yelped as he took the opportunity to grasp one of your hands that swung in the air at the perfect moment for him, forcing yourself to fully climb on top of Toothless as you sat behind Hiccup.

"You are important. Plus, I'm the Chief now, aren't I? We'll be fine, if anything needs to get done I have some people to get it done for me until we get back." He steadied himself on the night fury's saddle, a giddy smile on his lips as he felt your arms wrap around his waist.

You didn't speak any words from that point, a blissful smile of your own forming. Even if Hiccup was Chief, you knew that he wouldn't abandon you in the midst of such businesses, causing your heart to swell with a gratefulness for the man that you loved. In that moment, you decided you wouldn't change anything about his position if you had the opportunity to.

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

EWAN MITCHELL PHOTOGRAPHED AND INTERVIEWED FOR THE NEW YORK TIMES MAGAZINE.

ABOUT BEING RECOGNIZED

Like most people, Ewan Mitchell is accustomed to anonymity.

So during a recent trip to Manhattan, he was surprised by what a hotel doorman asked when he arrived: “You haven’t packed your eye patch?”

The actor is still getting used to strangers making the connection in public.

“I wouldn’t think people would recognize me, but they do.”

“I think it’s because of my strong chin.”

“When I’m dressed up as Aemond and catch myself in the mirror, he scares even me a little bit.”

When he’s not in character, Mitchell is soft-spoken and occasionally flashes a boyish grin, though he retains much of Aemond’s seriousness and quiet intensity.

He is also very private: He stays off social media and in the past has shied away from sharing much with the public.

“Once you lose the mystery, you can’t really get it back.”

HE KNOWS THAT AEMOND'S KEY ROLE IN S2 MEANS HE MUST ALSO EMBRACE THE SPOTLIGHT

“There is a point where you have to go, now’s the time to pull back the curtain.”

Like Aemond, Mitchell is a second son.

He grew up in Derby, an industrial town in the middle of England, and his parents expected him to follow his older brother’s footsteps and work at Rolls-Royce (the aerospace and industrial technology company, not the carmaker).

HIS INSPIRATIONS AND BECOME AN ACTOR

Inspired by films like “Citizen Kane” and “Taxi Driver,” Mitchell knew early on he wanted to become an actor.

When he was 13, his teacher asked each student in his class what they wanted to do when they grew up.

“Then it came to me, and I said, ‘I’m going to be an actor,’ and everyone laughed at me.”

His family could not afford tuition for drama school, so Mitchell attended a two-year vocational school, where he studied design and technology while working part-time at a restaurant and in customer service at a local soccer club.

Midway through the program, at 17, he was accepted into the Nottingham Television Workshop, a drama group that trains young people in acting.

Through the Workshop, Mitchell landed a leading role in a 2015 short film called “Fire,” about a young man who leaks fire from his hands.

Once the short was released, Mitchell downloaded it onto a dozen CDs, took the train to London and stopped by the offices of every agent he could find, handing them each a copy.

The one person who called back continues to represent Mitchell.

“By hook or by crook, I wanted to make sure that I was going to be in this business.”

ABOUT BEING CASTED AS AEMOND TARGARYEN

Aemond’s growing prominence in the show requires Mitchell to embrace the spotlight as well.

“There is a point where you have to go, now’s the time to pull back the curtain.”

But being cast as Aemond in “House of the Dragon” has been his biggest professional turning point by far.

“Since landing him, I feel like I’m able to now steer the course of my career.”

Mitchell had been rewatching the classic Hollywood adventure film “The Vikings” (1958) and musing about how he wanted to play a morally dark character similar to the one played by Kirk Douglas when he received an email inviting him to submit a taped audition for Aemond.

When he eventually auditioned in person, he left a lasting impression on Ryan Condal, the showrunner for “House of the Dragon.”

“When Ewan came into the room, he just had this presence to him that I can best describe as unsettling,” Condal said.

“It was kind of quietly terrifying the way he performed it, and it was totally different than everybody else. And then he thanked us very politely and left the room.”

Condal recalls asking Kate Rhodes James, the casting director, “Is he always like that?”

She replied, “Oh no, he’s just a very intense northern boy.”

To prepare for his role, Mitchell did not watch “Game of Thrones.” Instead, he read portions of “Fire & Blood,” the book by George R.R.

Martin that inspired the show, and studied the performances of Michael Fassbender in “Prometheus” and Peter O’Toole in “Lawrence of Arabia,” each playing a figure who wields power for his own ends.

ABOUT MATT SMITH AND DAEMON TARGARYEN

On his first day on set, Mitchell consulted with Condal and decided that he would avoid interacting with Matt Smith, who plays Aemond’s similarly menacing uncle and rival, Daemon, in order to heighten the tension between the two characters.

Mitchell had grown up admiring Smith’s performance in “Doctor Who.”

But on set Mitchell avoided any eye contact with him, keeping his distance until the climactic scene near the end of the first season when Aemond and Daemon finally face off.

“There’s this addictive kind of quality when you’re in the shoes of a character.”

“When you lose yourself for a moment, it’s almost like a dream.”

ABOUT HIS HOME AND HIS DOGS

When he isn’t acting, Mitchell still lives at his family home in Derby and spends time with his dogs, three whippets named Eva, Bella and Bonnie.

“Now that I’m on it.”

“I’ve just got to stay on the dragon.”

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

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[tmwcs]

Bad Boy

Warnings: reader experiences sexual harassment/potential assault from an unnamed ex-bc, rough smut, smut with a stranger, implied creampie, breeding kink…

Who is the bad boy? 😏

She’s a good girl, crazy about Elvis. Loves horses, and her boyfriend too…

I’m a bad boy…for breaking her heart.

Tonight was the night when the major football game took place. It was a make it or break it moment for your college football team as the game would dictate and highlight the most select players to be drafted for professional football. You and your friends joined up and gathered around the best set of bleachers. You had to. Your boyfriend was the team's quarterback and you had to be in the front row to cheer him on.

Things had been edgy between you two. The ongoing arguments were likely a result of the stress of tonight’s game and finals combined. It was more arduous for him, as he was in his final year of college, whereas you had just barely begun. Still, the hardship of maintaining a relationship and your grades wasn’t easy, regardless that you were a newbie to campus.

The score was close, yet in the end, your boyfriends team emerged victorious and earned their way towards a bright future.

He drives you back to your dorm, where both your friends would meet up for some drinks, or so you thought.

“Let’s hang tight and have some one-on -one time after everyone leaves.” He tells you. You felt a bit uneasy, considering he was giving you that look when you both had barely spoken to each other.

Left alone with him on the bleachers, you started the conversation, trying to establish closure.

“Look, I’m sorry about the fights. I know we haven’t really spoken much, and only made up yesterday but I want you to know I am very proud of you.”

He looks over but doesn’t make any effort to converse back, instead he hums a hollow tune as he begins to pull the sleeves of your dress downward. “Wait! What are you—“

He doesn’t even make eye contact, instead he becomes rather forceful in all the wrong ways. “Come on you like it when I’m rough.”

You used to…

Back before the arguments, you used to dig the idea of your boyfriend tossing you around and going all in like a Viking while you took it. But this time was different, you didn’t really feel that strongly for him anymore. It was something you wanted to refrain from bringing up until later, but now seemed to be the time to let him know that…

“I think we should break up…”

“What?”

“I…I know about what you did with…with her.”

Yeah. Maintaining a relationship is hard when you’re studying and trying to earn top grades. But it’s a lot harder when rumors of your boyfriend's infidelity becomes a popularized topic among your peers. To make the wound deep was that it was with your best friend that he was conducting the affair with. Last night, you saw the photos on her phone after she passed out, and as angry as you were, you didn’t have the heart to force any type of drama until after the big game.

“Okay…so I slept with her a few times. But I promise it was only during your periods.”

You shot a scorned look. “I saw the dates in the pictures.” Hinting at the timeline not meeting up, he sighed as he continued while you did your best to shove him off.

“Stop…I said stop!”

You began shouting when suddenly, a popping sensation stung your cheek. You were shocked as you realized he had just slapped you, but it didn’t become reality until the tangy taste of blood dripped from your lip.

He pushes you down and takes advantage of your short floral dress, and positions himself in between your legs as he rushes to undo his belt. You yell out and flare a series of kicks as you try to get away, yet he overpowers your attempts as he pins his weight down on your body. Plastering the sides of your face with his kisses, you shove and sneered away as you continued with your attempts, though it was all futile. Exhaustion begins to take over and you sense the horrifying loss as you feel the tip of his member poking your inner thigh as he tears your panties.

Suddenly…

“What the—“

The weight of his frame is lifted so abruptly off you as you face forward and gain a clear vision of what was going on.

“Get the fuck ou—“

The sound of your boyfriend's voice is halted still and shut as you hear the audio smack of knuckle meeting his jaw, or perhaps it was his cheek. It happened so fast that you couldn’t make out the difference, all you know was that you saw the one that conducted the deed.

Flinging him off as if your boyfriend was a ragdoll, you watched as the strong arms of your savior become tender as he leans forward and kneels, presenting you a hand. He doesn’t say a word, instead he nods as he implies for you to take it. He pulls you back up on your own two feet, and rushes you under his arm while he takes you back to his car nearby. The slight bit of cigarette smoke and the musk of his cologne mixed together impaled your nostrils as he opened the door and tucks you in the front passenger seat.

You recognized him. He was in the same year as your boyfriend…or former boyfriend actually. He was somewhat of an outcast, not one that you ever really conversed with though you normally spotted him hanging out at the bleachers smoking and joking with his equally delinquent friends. Dressed in jeans, a fitted tee with a flannel over shirt left unbuttoned, it was obvious that he wasn’t dressing to impress anyone.

He starts the old steel vehicle and drives off. Once he hit the main road, he finally spoke.

“Where’s your dorm? I’ll take you there.”

You shook your head as you started to sob once more, only quietly this time. Fingering the shredded tatters of your dress, you hang your head low as the silky strands drape over, hiding your face. “Please…just take me to the airport. I can’t be here….everyone is at my dorm and I don’t want to see anyone…I just want to go back to my home.”

He doesn’t say a word. The sound of the steering wheel turning left, then right, was all the noise that filled the entire car ride until finally he puts it in park.

He really took you to the airport?

“Come on.” He sighs as he hops out and opens the door for you.

“This…where are we?”

“We’re in my frat home.”

“F-frat? You’re a part of a fraternity?” Your surprised tone causes him to smirk as he walks you to the front door. “Yeah, I know.” He nods, already aware of the presumptive appeal that is otherwise an irony. “I’m a bad boy, but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”

You’re not sure what made you even more confused, the fact that the college delinquent belonged to a frat or that he actually earned decent grades and was a promising student.

He walks you to his room quietly as he fixes the bed. “You sleep here.” Grabbing onto a spare comforter, he makes his own little nest on the small loveseat on the opposite end. You felt so humbled at the fact that the man was willing to lend you his bed while he prepared to sleep on such a small couch, considering his height and stature.

“Thank you…but I really don’t want to inconvenience you. I feel a lot better now, I think I should leave you alone. I don’t want to be trouble and get you involved—“

“I want to be involved.” His tone was deep and somewhat hoarse as he smiles, switching his gaze down to the floor before making their way back to you. “I’ve been wanting to get involved ever since I first saw you at the bleachers…when you came for orientation.”

His confession made your heart melt as you raised your eyebrows with peak interest. “Y-you did?”

He nods. It never occurred to you that you would catch the eye of a delinquent, just like you never realized that closeup, the man was actually quite handsome.

His lengthy strands delicately framed his brows as he steps closer.

“I…” he begins before taking a slight pause. “I can turn your night around…and do it the right way, unlike that scumbag.” He proposes.

At any other given time, you’re quite sure you would have rejected, regardless how dashing he may have appeared. But with the way he came to your aid and was presenting you the opportunity to consent, your heart faltered. “…show me.” You whispered.

He softly rubs your cheek as he swipes the dried blood from your lip. “It’s going to hurt…and I’m going to fuck you hard…remember, I’m a bad boy. There are no…safe…words…y/n.”

He knew your name.

You felt the tingle ringing in between your legs as he outlined the aggression of his passion and proposal. To hell with soft sex anyhow, you wanted it.

“Please…show me. I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give. Just turn this night around.”

He smiles. “Good girl.”

He pulls you in as his strong hands colored your entire body. Finishing what that bastard tried to do earlier, the man before you was a true man as he tore off your dress, but never lost the velocity of his tenderness and passion.

He sucks on your neck as he takes a fistful of your hair and aggressively pulls your head back, only to balance the moment out with him tenderly licking the bite wound. Reaching down, he inserts two of his fingers. They were cold and sharp with the way he injects them, yet immediately warmed up as your walls soothed the shocking temperature and created a beautiful sensation. His coarseness with your silky flesh, mending together as he thrusts his hooks in and out, starting off slow and steady, gradually increasing in tempo.

“Oh….oh my God!….”

“Tell me how good it feels baby…” he whispers as he nibbles on your lobe.

“Mmmph!” You bite down on your lip as you hang on by the clinging grip of his muscular biceps. Lifting your leg, you hook it around his waist as you yearn for more, in which he gladly obliged.

He looped his free hand under your kneecap and propelled you up and back as he slams your body on the bed. He coats your entire body with kisses as his fingers continue to thrive in and out of your womanhood. Finally, he releases his internal hold on you and presents his flick digits to your lips. You took the hint and licked the glistening coating off, until he shoved them into your mouth altogether, inheriting a whole new line of moans from your throat.

The sound of his jeans coming undone slightly echoed as he buries his face into your neck, mumbling against your skin while he tells you how beautiful and delectable you appear underneath him. With the tip of his nose pressed against your cheek, and his lips plastered against yours, he smiles. The stretch of his grin could be felt against your cherry stained pout, igniting a gasp as you felt yourself gush in front of him.

He takes the bold tip of his cock and slowly slides it in. “Ah! Y-you’re too big!”

“Fuck yeah I am.” He whispers rather ferociously as he continues to go in deeper…and deeper.

“I told you…I’m a bad boy…a big…bad…boy.” He grunts in between his words as he presses forward, burying his thunderous rod deep into your walls.

He settled once he was all the way in. “Ready to get fucked girly?”

You eagerly nod as you catch your breath, or try to. The moment he garnished your final consent of the evening, you were down for.

He draws out his length, slowly. As soon as you feel he is about to fully exit, he rams it all back in. Each of his inches swarms back into the cavity, but it didn’t stop there. Pumping it vigorously, he maintains a solid pace as he reaches further and deeper into you. What was this feeling? This sensation? It was mind blowing. Compared to all the instances when you engaged in sexual contact with your ex, none of them had ever amounted to the rage this man was taking out on you. He was massive, rough, hard, but also soft and tender. He was both black and white, your Heaven and Hell. He was…he was….

“I-I…I can’t breathe! Oh God! Please don’t stop fucking me!”

He continues to pump his shaft harshly and tenderly as he stilts himself on his kneecaps and rubs his thumb on your clitoris. In circulation motion, he gives the external stimulation of pleasure to pair with the drumming throb you felt inside.

“That’s it girly, let me fuck you real good. You’re doing so well, you know that?”

His stiff member thrusts in and out repeatedly. His testicular sacks slap into you, staining the under skin of your vaginal opening bright red as he jams into you. Your body absorbs the impact and shifts around. Like a ragdoll, you felt yourself being tossed by the momentum of his thrusts as your body went left, then right, only for him to grab you by the arms, pinning them to your sides as he straightened you back to center and never breaking the pace.

“Na-uh. Gotta stay still for me baby, we’re going to do this the right way…me and you.”

Your eyes remained squinted shut at the immense pleasure that rampaged in between your legs, yet the vagueness of his words caused you to reach for clarification. “The r-right way? Uh!” You gasped out as you felt the pinch of lightning pleasure the moment he flexed inside you.

“Yeah baby…the right way. Gonna turn us into parents—ah! Fuck!…gonna make you mine forever. Whadya say?”

It was careless, risky, and completely irresponsible…but it made it even more dangerously sinful and absolutely pleasurable. At that moment in time, you didn’t care about anything or anyone, you wanted him. All of him.

He pumps faster and harder, causing your breaths to shorten as you gasp for air while moaning your heart out. “Oh my God!”

“Fuck yeah baby.” He gasps as his rhythm increases. The shortness of his breath indicates he was close as his abdominal region moves at an awesome speed, back and forth as he pummeled into you wildly. Sensing that you were close as the squelching grew louder, he bids you to come undone as the knot snaps in your lower gut.

“Cum on it. I want you to cum on me baby.”

You released and let it all go as you felt loss of control in your body. The shakiness lasted for an eternity as you grabbed your own breasts and gripped onto his forearm for dear life.

“Fuck, make me cum baby.” He grits as he plunges one last time, deeper into you than before. A second later you feel the warmth of his seed staining your walls as he collapses against your frame, declaring his honest love as he decorates your face with small kisses. “Stay with me baby. I’ll never let anything happen to you, let me take care of you and be the one.”

It was like cupid’s arrow struck gold. A product of love and passion emerged as you wrap your arms around his neck and pulled him in. Here all along you thought the night was going to end terribly when your ex didn’t take your breakup well, only for it to end blissfully as your savior became the one to do the unexpected. Kissing him, you released as it occurred to you…

“I don’t even know your name…” your voice trembling as you recover your composure from the exploding shot of pleasure that still rhymed within your womanhood, even after he stopped and rested inside.

Riddling a tune, he softly says his name into your ear. His voice came out almost haunting in the most delightful sense as each letter tickled your canal. It was foreign and he exotic, and he knew how to get you to speak it aloud.

“Say it with me baby, S-u-n-ghoon.”

“Sunghoon?”

He paused as he bites his lip. “Oh fuck baby…when you say my name….it just….come here now.”

You feel yourself being dragged down towards him as he plasters baby kisses on your inner thigh. Through the overstimulation that robbed you of your other senses, you allowed him to continue. You would have been a fool to stop him, after all, it was a perfect night to make up for lost time, considering you spent all your life with the good boys. Now that you got a taste of you bad boy, you’re not sure if you ever want to be good again. It’s better to be bad.

[20dollarlolita]

Stop putting thick thread in your freaking sewing machine.

If you have a home machine, it's not ready for it. If you have a drop in bobbin, it's really not ready for it. If it's bonded nylon then it's SUPER not ready for it.

Your Viking Emerald 118 is not a commercial machine. It's got a powerful engine, but it does not have a mechanical system that can handle the thickness and inflexibility of heavy weight thread. You're going to yank it out of time and that's not a warranty issue because the warranty doesn't cover you breaking it yourself with bad thread. The warranty also doesn't cover you trying to sew through a sterilite bin lid or getting sliced ham in your feed teeth, despite the warranty not specifically saying that you can't do that. It's not unreasonable for a machine to expect you to check your supplies for compatibility before using them.

If you want to sew with really heavy thread, you need a machine set up for that thread. This is like how if you want to put diesel in your car, you need a diesel engine.

You need a different threading set up for heavy thread, and you need the kind of bobbin case that can handle it as well. This is the Janome HD9 Professional, which is a home sewing machine that can sew with thick thread. You can see that the thread has to be wound in a different way to use the thick thread. If your machine doesn't have this, it probably shouldn't be using tex70. And by "probably," I mean "definitely."

The Janome HD9 is a sort of semi-commercial machine, where you sacrifice a bit of foot clearance, a bit of thread thickness, and some bobbin size in exchange for getting a machine that fits on your table top.

If you only want to work on thick thread, you probably need a commercial machine.

Quick flow chart on how people buy commercial sewing machines:

Step 1) Be aware that you're buying a piece of furniture. The table is part of the machine.

Step 2) What kind of foot do you want? If you're getting a machine for sewing, you need to pick if you want a straight stitch foot or a walking foot. On commercial machines, the walking foot is built into the machine, and a walking foot machine cannot be made to not walk. However, walking foot machines are a lot better than a walking foot attachment for a home machine.

Step 3) How thick are you going to put in it. Please note that I don't mean thick in how difficult it is for the machine to penetrate. The motor is a different part of the machine from the head, and you can stick a more powerful motor in there if you want. What we're talking about is how high of clearance the presser foot can give you. If you've sewn with really thick fabric on a home machine, you might have run into a situation where your fabric is so thick that it physically pushes the presser foot up so high that your tension disengages. All machines can do the same thing, so check on your machine that the physical dimensions of what you want to put in will fit under the foot.

Step 4) How thick of thread are you going to put into that thing? Tex90? Tex 180? You might need a lighter weight thread if you're making bags or clothing, but if you want that big, chunky decorative stitching you see on car upholstery, you need a machine that can handle that thread.

So, as you can see, dear home machine owners, people will buy commercial machines specifically to run heavy thread in them. If you want to run thick thread, you have two options.

The first option is to get the right tool for the job. Commercial machines aren't anywhere near as pricey as high end home machines. If you come to me and say that the only thing you want to sew is heavy thread, you're going to do better to get a Juki DDL8700 than to buy a new Emerald 118 every year when you run yours into the ground. You're only really paying about 2.5x the cost of an Emerald when you get the Juki with a full set up, and that's not bad when you take into account that you are going to be either servicing or replacing your 118 pretty frequently if you're still sticking that thread in it.

The second option is to get an old and broken sad fuck of a machine and mess up all the tensions yourself. Hang around junk shops long enough and someone's going to get rid of some kind of 1910's cast iron monstrosity that was converted to electric in the 1930's by someone who may have had no idea what they were doing. Get yourself something that you're mildly afraid of. If that maching has survived from 1914 to 2024, you're probably not going to break it by messing around with the stitch tension. If the head of the machine was made before we were capable of precision manufacturing thin, strong thread, it can probably adapt to the nightmare that is Coats Outdoor Upholstery thread or whatever that thread thing you bought on Amazon is.

Anyway, you're not going to buy the As Seen on TV Keyboard Vacuum and try to vacuum the front office of a dirt and rock emporium and then get upset when it doesn't work. Not every vacuum is interchangeable and not every sewing machine can handle carpet thread. Not every bad decision you make is covered by your warranty. Sometimes you break things and then it's your problem to fix it.

Thank you for coming to my TexX talk.

[bemusedlybespectacled]

I'm not really a lawyer or lawyer adjacent so I don't always get what's going on when things happen in court with famous idiots, but I really enjoy reading your breakdowns of them. So please feel free to gush about your IRL Blorbo as much as you want! It's entertaining and (for me) educational. 🍿

Bruh he's just such a good lawyer, though, oh my God.

Also his wife is an environmental law attorney (basically a prosecutor against companies that flout environmental regulations), he has a garden intentionally designed to feel like Skyrim (including dragon skulls and a Viking shield just lying around), and owns two geckos and a "big chungus of a lizard."

But seriously, the dude is so good at what he does. And I don't think he's even 40 yet? But like, holy Jesus, the guy has such a fantastic understanding of the rules of evidence, he's got a fucking mental rolodex of citations to the rules of professional conduct that he can just pull out on the fly, apparently, and he does it all while also, like, subtly trolling?

Like, okay, the bit in the Perry Mason Moment where he asks Jones if he knows what perjury is? And he says it in this tone of voice that makes it seem like he's concerned about Jones possibly perjuring himself and is just trying to make sure Jones is aware of his options before lying on the stand?

I am 100% certain that that's actually a reference to when Dan Bidondi, Jone's "field reporter" who participated in the harassment of the families and is also incredibly racist, harassed one of the town officials by repeatedly yelling "do you know what perjury is?" and that he was "going to jail, criminal."

And the reason I think that is because he did something similar on the first day of trial:

That bit where he's like "will you talk to me?" The one part of the trial that wasn't filmed was jury selection, and apparently Reynal asked every single potential juror "will you talk to me?" before he asked any other questions. (I think it was supposed to build rapport? But apparently it came off as very odd) He's not actually asking Reynal "will you talk to me?" as a legitimate question, he's just making a reference to what had happened the day before, which is why Reynal flips him off.

Also his written motions are always hilarious to read. Even before I knew who he was, one of my coworkers at my old job (who got me in to Knowledge Fight) would show me his filings and they were always so wonderfully sarcastic. Seriously, look at this:

BECAUSE. HE DOES NOT. POSSESS. THE POWERS. OF PROPHECY. I AM CRYING.

anyway yeah i'm totally normal about him shhhhhh