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innocent-writers-soul · 1 year

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Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader (smut)

summary: you pass by the room where the noises come from and decide to look in to see what is happening there and a strange picture opens in front of you;

warnings: male masturbation, dirty talk, cumming, voyeurism, exhibitionism (?), mention of blood and aggression; not proofread (i apologize if i forgot smth)

word count: 839

You look at Tate and think he's cheeky. He is out of control; he has no brakes or they work too late. And sometimes you can predict what will happen in the end, but there are moments, the consequences of which even for you remain a mystery, for example, like now. You look through the gap in the door and see Tate lying back down on the floor, blood dripping from his nose, he does not stop smiling and laughing maliciously, not even defending himself from attacks. His T-shirt is pulled up, revealing snow-white skin and a slightly embossed body, and you fleetingly understand that you are more similar to him than you could imagine. The only difference is that dark feelings have been born in the depths of your soul and almost always remained there, while Tate has a lot on display — he is not ashamed of himself most of the time, not ashamed of his gloomy and vulgar side. And it even fascinated you to some extent. Delighted, but sometimes frightened, because it was rarely possible to understand what was in his head. And considering the fact that you were still not particularly close and familiar with him, the atmosphere around him was still dangerous, but, nonetheless, exciting.

You quickly look at Patrick, who is standing at a distance from the door, half a turn, with his back to you for the most part, but in such a way that you can watch him clenching his fists in fury, his face twists in aggression, but then he completely freezes with mixed emotions in his eyes. You don't understand what's wrong, but when you return to Tate, your breath hitches.

“Admit it, you haven’t felt such a strong dick for a long time while imprisoned in a house with Chad,” the guy unzippes his fly and begins to stroke himself through the fabric, deliberately sobbing and sighing loudly, “but I have something that might interest you…” Long fingers take out an impressive arousal, the veins on which are already beginning to show — it is difficult to match the childish face of Tate with it — and move up and down at an increasing pace; lube collects under his moving palm, the sounds of squelching spread in the room where there is no furniture yet, and his ragged breathing is the second thing that echoes along the walls. A bright, lively, playful and mischievous smile does not stop leaving his face, his tongue constantly licks dry and cracked lips, he jerks off, looking into Patrick's eyes, but your heart stops beating completely at the moment when he looks at you outside the door, strengthening grip on the length, narrowing his eyes. “And maybe not only you,” he tosses his hips up in reverse motion, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead and rolling down his temple, blood continues to drip onto his T-shirt, but he doesn't care much. However, as well as you and Patrick. You forcefully squeeze the wood at hand, incomprehensible feelings arise inside you, you panic, the phrase “YOU ARE DISCOVERED” lights up in large red letters in your head, while Tate approaches his peak, biting lower lip, closing eyes a little in bliss, arching, but keeping an eye on you. You can’t tear yourself away from the view, it’s too captivating and beautiful, you think that your hand would look good on Tate’s place, but you quickly turn these thoughts away, feeling the uncontrollable atmosphere and your own arousal. You clenches your legs, feeling a throb between them, a tingling warmth beginning to spread in your lower abdomen, and you can’t help but continue to watch and tremble from overwhelming feelings. Your other hand reaches down to calm your admiration at least a little, but when you see that Tate notices this, tilting his head to the side a little, still watching with interest, you fast move it away. This is new for you, because you have never felt anything like this before, especially since you have not peeped at a jerking guy, but everything happens for the first time. Tate meanwhile comes to his senses, his curly tangled hair in even more disarray than usual, he sighs languidly, licking the cum from his palm revealingly, slowly putting two fingers into his mouth, not taking his eyes off you and still grinning.

You let out a barely audible breath, legs do not obey you, but you harshly go away, unable to endure the scene in front of you, of Tate himself, heading to your room at a fast speed, forgetting your (un)secret hiding place and hearing that Patrick has apparently recovered from his daze, beating Tate again. Your face is burning and reddening more and more every second, hands are freezing, heart is beating so fast and you cannot calm it down. You still have no idea what will come out of this situation, but something inside tells that Tate will come to you tonight, not letting you forget what you saw during the day.

a/n: english is not my first language but i tried my best, as always. before that i had been writing in my own for many years and now decided to improve english. in a very interesting direction, i need to say. hope you enjoyed! :)

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thealogie · 1 month

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I don't go here, but after reading enough of the David Tennant lore and breaking news on your blog, out of curiosity I went to his general tag and was bushwacked with the amount of horniness. I knew tumblr people were hot for him, but for 10 posts I got like one shipping him with Catherine Tate, one shipping him with the actor who played the enemy of the doctor, one shipping the doctor and the John Barrowman character (previous two were rpf), then two lust-filled ones Michael Sheen rpfs - one pics with text, another link to a fanfic, two Good Omens arts where Crowley in particular was presented in all his slutty glory, an erotic work of fiction about dude from Broadchurch + Reader, an erotic work of fiction about the doctor and Rose. I was assaulted with the tumblr's collective unconscious of the horniest variety. MY usual interests don't generate this amont of unbridled flesh thirst, and while I like the guy he's truly the just somest of just some guys to me, looks wise. He's not even alien looking like Benny C., he seems very tame and even traditional irl, why does he inspire all this kinky slutty stuff? In his 50s no less. Can you shed some light on this for me? I'm simply comparing this phenomenon with his peers fandoms (Benny C., Martin F., Tom H., Matt S.) and none of them seem as unhinged and sexually charged as his (and as rpf-y too). What is the non-jokey explanation?

I cannot explain it to you. I guess he’s pretty good at acting slutty on screen, but it doesn’t explain this. In London people were rending their garments and camping out at the donmar warehouse for just a glimpse of this man. Online they are lusting after him like he’s a sex god.

And then you pan over to him he’s just taking his kids to the park and going on a monologue about the difference between chocolate bars and a bar of chocolate. It defies explanation.

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fand0mh03 · 1 year

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What would they do if you gave them a bracelet? Throw it across the room… treasure it even in their grave… silently take it and leave… just push your hand away and not accept it at all?

The public must know.

How the Evans would react if you gave them a bracelet

This one was so cute to write 🥹 thanks for the request sweetie!!

Tate Langdon:

He would cherish it until the day he died

That didn’t age well, but you know what I mean

He would wear it 24/7, even in the shower, he would never take it off. Ever.

He loves it, and he loves that you went out of your way to make it

If it breaks, he will cry, no joke, I feel like he would actually be heartbroken and be so upset to tell you, in fear of you being mad at him

Although when you wiped his tears away with your thumbs and told him you weren’t mad, and that you could make a new one, he was so excited and relieved

He then treated the new bracelet the same as the old one

Kit Walker:

He would be so happy

You made him a bracelet? Well be prepared to be bombarded with kisses and hugs, as well as him wearing it all the time

He wants to make sure that it doesn’t break, so he’ll take it off to sleep, shower, and while he’s working on cars

He loves it so much though, and he thinks it’s adorable that you made him a bracelet

Plus it reminds him of you, and whenever he misses you, it makes him feel better to look at it

Kyle Spencer:

He loves it

He wears it all the time

The other frat boys make fun of it, but he just tells them they’re jealous they don’t have girlfriends and he does

He’s not wrong

He doesn’t sleep with it on, but he’ll put it on his nightstand and stare at it before falling asleep

He always asks you to make him another bracelet because he likes collecting them and putting them on display on his nightstand

He switches them out throughout the days and sometimes he wears more than one

You’ve made him about 5 so far

Jimmy Darling:

This godamn stupid man

You present to him and try to give it to him, but he just stares at you with a questioning look

“I made it for ya, Jimmy.” You say with a sweet smile on your face

“But, it’s a bracelet,” he said, dumbfounded

“Yeah…?”

Lowkey wouldn’t take it for a while

He wouldn’t think it mattered to you

You pouted when he just stared at you, waiting for you to do something, but as soon as you pouted he grabbed it with a sigh and put it on

He doesn’t wear it because he thinks it’s “girly” but he does keep it on his nightstand

James Patrick March:

this man is so sweet 🥹

You present the bracelet to him, and unlike Jimmy, his face lights up, a bright smile forming on his face as he picks the bracelet up and holds it to the light

“This is magnificent, darling! Truly wonderful,” he exclaimed to you, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek

He isn’t a big jewelry person, and certainly won’t wear it, HOWEVER, he does always have it on him!

He keeps it in his pocket and will go up to you randomly to show you he still has it

He never leaves the room without it

Kai Anderson:

He would 100% be insulted

Glares at you

You dare question my masculinity? MY masculinity??!

He will grab it from your hands, and throw it against a wall

He’s so bbg 🥹🥹

He then proceeds to throw you down the basement stairs and will keep you down there until he’s not as mad

Emphasis on the “as”

Because he’s still pissed and will be for a while

On the other hand, Winter would love it and wear every day and would then retaliate and make you a bracelet that matches her

Date Winter

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imaginewarehouse · 2 years

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Imagine: The whole store shipping you and Marcus but nothing happening between the two of you until the last day when you try to say goodbye to eachother.

Warning/s: Nope not really.

Tags: @flowercrowns-goodvibes and @one-edgy-bitch

From the day you and Marcus were both hired, its seemed that everyone and everything around was pushing the two of you together. You were trained together, your lockers were right by each other in the breakroom and that usually lead to the two of you sitting together in there too and walking out side-by-side, and even when Marcus started working exclusively in the warehouse- you somehow managed to get yourself being sent to tell him stuff whenever Dina or Glenn needed some information passed over.

And it didn't help that everyone around you seemed to weirdly invested in your relationship- and there was some chemistry at the beginning, but it never really became more than some flirting at the start and then a good friendship. That did not stop Garret from calling you over the speaker to come 'Collect your husband, because he's being irritating', and Sandra 'aw'-ing when Marcus would pass you part of his lunch. It seemed to become a running joke, that the two of you were basically married. It was uncomfortable, at first, but eventually you just got used to it.

You were best friends- so why should it be weird? It shouldn't. It was fine! Besides, it did get Tate off your case when he started to get in on it, too. That was a plus. You would rather be fake-dating Marcus then real-dating Tate.

Nevertheless- you and Marcus were really never anything but friends. You love him, but... only as a friend.

That doesn't mean this day is any less hard. Saying goodbye to everyone has been heartbreaking. You've done Glen, Amy, Garret, Jonah, Isaac, Justine, Cheyanne, Matteo, Sandra, Dina, and Sayid... basically everyone you could possibly think of to say goodbye to before you... well, before you had to get to Marcus.

When you finally do run into him, he's chugging down one of the remaining sodas directly out of the fridge, door still open as he leans on the frame. Taking a deep breath, you walk over and reach in to grab yourself a drink. "Oh, hey Y/N... "

"Hey... " You give a smile, tapping awkwardly at the top of the can with your nails.

For a few moments, the two of you stand in silence, sipping your sodas; You leaning on your back against one of the closed doors and him on his shoulder against the door next to yours, facing you.

"So... are we gonna do it?" Marcus finally pipes up again after he finishes the last of his drink.

Shrugging, you turn to rest on your shoulder and face him back. "I guess."

"... I'm gonna miss working with you- pal." The word is awkward as always, rolling off of his tongue and it makes you grin and giggle.

"You too, buddy." The words are light hearted, but your heart is feeling as heavy as it can be. Sure- you'll still talk to each other! You'll stay in contact! But it wont be the same, and who even knows if it'll even last... "I really will."

He shakes his head slowly, giving a sad smile. "... Not as much as I'm gonna."

"Oh no, we're not playing this game, White." You shake your head, and hold up a stern finger that makes him grin. "... But I do like to hear how much you love me." Grinning back, you feel a terrible lump starting to rise in the back of your throat.

"Well, I do. You're my best friend, you know? My own Grace."

"Like Will & Grace?"

"Exactly like Will and Grace."

Somehow the two of you had gotten a lot closer, leaning forward throughout the conversation. You only realise, because you can feel his breath on your face. His goofy grin drops, and you think he's gonna step back- but he doesn't. All of a sudden it feels like something shifts between you two, like something that was always there... just hidden... comes out. And you feel a different kind of nerves flicker to life all over your body.

"Not... not exactly, like Will & Grace... " You whisper, just wondering how he would respond to that; Whether he feels it too?

"Ah no, not... exactly... like that... "

"I mean- I mean, you're not gay, so... " You're quick to add, a last ditch attempt to keep things the way they've always been between you two even as a part of you suddenly screams for you to just wreck it.

He looks so cute, now. And did his eyes just flicker to your mouth?? Are you crazy??? "No, I'm not. I- I think I'm Bi, actually. I talked to Matteo, and- " You lick your lips, just to wet them, no ulterior motive at all, just because they feel so so dry right now, and Marcus seems to short circuit when he sees. "I mean- that's not the point right now. Ha, I... I love you. I mean!- No, yeah, I love you, you're my best friend, and, uh... "

Boy, your face is feeling hot right now. And your heart is thumping hard against your chest, and suddenly you just want to kiss him.

So, taking a deep breath, you step fully into Marcus' space, feeling the electricity just under your skin crackle, fizz and wake up. You then wrap your arms carefully, oh-so-nervously over his shoulders and he collects your waist in his familiar hands. Slowly you lean towards each other, hesitantly as a couple of the times you both stop on the way and wonder if you're really doing this, or just to smile reassuringly like this'll be fine...

It feels like it takes forever, but then your lips connect and god- you feel fireworks. The kiss immediately gets hotter, your hands moving to his neck while he suddenly tugs you fully against him, and backs you up against the fridge door. You're just thinking his tongue tastes like the soda you were just drinking when a cacophony of noise erupts alarmingly close to the two of you and you spring apart like caught teenagers- Marcus looking like a deer in headlights as you both turn around to see what the noise was.

... It was Sandra. She dropped a box of odds and ends apparently when she saw the two of you and they scattered all over the floor. "FINALLY!!" The exclaims, gesturing to the two of you, before turning right around an rushing, assumedly to the customer service desk.

"Oh- Hold on- Sandra!- " You try to call after her, just knowing she's going to tell Garret and he's going to, embarrassingly enough, announce what Sandra saw over the intercom.

But she's too fast.

"Hey," As soon as Marcus takes your hand again he's got your full attention back, and you could not care less what Garret announces. A broad, goofy grin is on Marcus' face and you love it. "... Wanna try that again?"

Quickly you nod. "Oh yeah, absolutely."

"C'mon." He nods, and you all-too-happily allow him guide you back.

#Superstore Imagine #Superstore #Superstore x Reader #Imagine #Marcus White #Marcus White x Reader #Superstore Marcus

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foundmywei · 1 year

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Boreo Fanfic Recs

Here are my favorite boreo fics, I will be updating this as I read more. Enjoy!

(last updated on 12/05/23)

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sunday morning (and i'm falling) by thenewgothicromance

post-canon

(11,424 words | Not Rated | Chapters: 1/1)

“How long will he be staying with you?” Mrs. Barbour asks him one evening, when he mentions that Boris will be picking him up after dinner.

“I’m not sure,” he tells her, keeping the details, as always surrounding Boris, as vague as possible. “Just until he figures something else out.”

Mrs. Barbour clicks her tongue at him.

“You have such a kind heart, Theo. Be careful you don’t let him take advantage of you.”

you are my sweetest downfall. by punkrockdog

post-canon

(22,530 words | General Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

There's nothing wrong with sleeping with his best friend of almost ten years on a regular basis.

If Theo tells himself this enough, he might start to believe it.

a symphony of love in several movements. by theweakestthing

post-canon

(29,364 words | Mature | Chapters: 5/5)

It reminded him of the version of Musée Rodin’s The Kiss that sat in the Tate’s collection, pockmarked and scarred from sitting in a parlour among soldiers during the war, but still standing as a testament to the carnal desires of two lovers. Twisted around each other, hands on the bed between them, their positions almost exactly mirrored that of the sculpture. The thought that together they could be a work of art pushed Theo forward.

Alternatively titled: Theo Decker needs to get his shit together.

the red sun by thefinnkinnie (orphan_account)

vegas era

(2,705 words | Not Rated | Chapters: 1/1)

Theo slid his tongue across his lower lip, considering the choice. Sober, he would be safe. These thoughts in his head, about Boris, about feeling for the first time since the museum, they would disappear, tucked away in some fold of his mind, and Theo could sink back into his soft non-existence. He was nearly there anyways, close enough he could taste the gray on his tongue like cotton balls. It would be so easy.

And yet.

something in a major key by boxedblondes

post-canon

(7,454 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

“Why the fuck is it so busy?” Boris asks some hours later, twinkling lights a messy rainbow swirl around them, late December cold starting to eat a hole through Theo’s less-than-ideal camel’s-hair coat.

“It’s four days until Christmas, you idiot,” Theo says. “You should have had your weird holiday epiphany like a month ago.”

sound formed in a vacuum may seem a waste of time (it’s always been just the same) by theparadigmshifts

post-canon

(3,750 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

The year after Amsterdam, Theo follows his conscience; Boris follows Theo.

Neptune by pavlikovskyslittlebird

post-canon

(40,202 words | Mature | Chapters: 14/14)

Post Amsterdam, canon divergent, book and movie references.

Theo tries to figure things out while buying back the changelings.

"I must be a poster child prodigy

Thread by thread I come apart

If brokenness is a work of art

Surely this must be my masterpiece

I'm only honest when it rains

If I time it right, the thunder breaks

When I open my mouth

I wanna tell you but I don't know how

I'm only honest when it rains

An open book, with a torn out page

And my inks run out

I wanna love you but I don't know how"

Neptune-Sleeping at Last

Selling a Fake by argylemikewheeler

post-canon

(35,522 words | Explicit | Chapters: 3/3)

Theo didn’t fly home right away; he stayed in Antwerp and together, he and Boris flew back to New York. They start over, two troubled teenagers all over again. They’ve replaced scorching Vegas summers with chilling New York winters. It was never about the place anyway.

They’re together-- they’re something-- but Theo still struggles to be open to strangers passing by.

(PLUS an extended part two/epilogue to give us more comforting boyfriends and less internalized homophobia for Theo!)

overlap by rosekings

Antwrep

(12,886 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

“Promise me you’ll come. Eventually. Just…come see me. Sit still with me for a while.” He holds back everything else he wants to say. Get a place with me. Run the shop with me. Laugh and make dinner with me. Let me wake up next to you every morning and not have to worry if I’m never going to see you again.

“I promise.” Boris says it like it was already obvious, something that didn’t even need to be said. “Of course I promise.”

You're coming back and it's the end of the world by BalalaikaPattycake

post-canon

(89,940 words | Mature | Chapters: 17/17)

We spent hours joking and laughing at the bar over a bottle of vodka, our heads together, just like we had done as boys. Trying to convince myself that the only reason I was holding my hand on his shoulder, giggling in his ear, my face mere inches away from his, was because otherwise he wouldn't hear me over the music, even though he was the one doing most of the talking. I had been drinking considerably less than normal over the past few months, so it didn't take me long to start feeling disoriented and weirdly courageous, the mass of people around me blending into each other, becoming unidentifiable like droplets of water in an ocean, with only Boris standing out as a steady beacon of light.

Set after the book ends, Theo and Boris meet again after a year and half.

And Nothing Has Changed by WhyDoesEverythingHappenSoMuch

Amsterdam

(8,361 words | Mature | Chapters: 1/1)

“Potter, maybe you have one more drink and then try and tell me you are ‘not in the mood.” He raised a hand again, but before the waitress saw, I grabbed him by the leather-clad forearm and pulled his hand back down.

“Boris, I'm engaged.” I tried again in vain to make him understand the significance of that.

“Sure, but you are here with me, drinking with me, and you are going to get to know some very good girls with me.” I hadn’t realized, but somehow his fingers had ended up laced with mine.

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Boris and Theo's first night in Amsterdam they wind up in a bar and Boris can't seem to get off the topic of how unfair it is that Kitsey is cheating. Boris thinks Theo should have his own extramarital fun too.

To quote Donna Tartt, "matters progress"

to remember your mouth, how it tasted true by nosecoffee

post-canon

(6,422 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

(i don’t smoke except for when i’m missing you)

Theo got it into his head that the cigarettes would start the chain reaction that would send them to early graves if they weren’t careful, all spouted into the darkness of Welty’s room, while Boris perched on the windowsill.

And yet, he had grinned and put out his cigarette on the ashtray there, and said, “Then of course I will stop.”

Which was so lovely at the time. It was significantly less lovely when he found Boris smoking in the bathroom three days later.

Repression is just a Love Language Best Ignored (Looking at you, Decker) by Lemonyfreshness

post-canon

(92,031 words | Mature | Chapters: 16/16)

It's a year after "The Incident," as what Theodore Decker liked to call it, that one strange turn of events in which his childhood best friend had come to reconvene and it had been interesting to say the least...But now he was back in the real world. And broke. And high out of his mind. And depressed as ever. Theodore Decker isn't one to naturally listen to reason but maybe he will when once again his morally-grey best friend with attachment issues comes back to save the day. Or at least try in his own way. Wish him luck.

Find Other Muses by deadspy

post-canon

(38,844 words | Explicit | Chapters: 6/6)

Theo folds and unfolds the old postcard from Boris. GREETINGS FROM KANSAS! it reads, same as it always has, but now it just feels like a taunt.

Ten years after Amsterdam, Theo and Boris find themselves, and each other, in the most unlikely of places.

philophobia. by theweakestthing

post-canon

(36,292 words | Mature | Chapters: 11/11)

philophobia [ fil-uh-foh-bee-uh ]:

(n.) (from Greek "φιλέω-φιλώ" (love) and "φοβία" (phobia)) the fear of falling in love or being in love. The risk is usually when a person has confronted any emotional turmoil relating to love. This affects the quality of life and pushes a person away from commitment. A negative aspect of this fear of being in love or falling in love is that it keeps a person in solitude. It represents certain guilt and frustration towards the reaction coming from inside.

Theo knows what the problem is, but that doesn't mean that he's going to do anything about it.

Little Bird by redborya

Amsterdam

(19,376 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 6/6)

With The Goldfinch retrieved (and returned) Theodore Decker is left in Amsterdam wondering where to go and what to do from there. It seems simple enough at first. Return to New York, marry Kistey, and continue on his life as he had before. Boris, however, suggests the complete opposite.

The Before, After, and Forever by makkachincrossing

post-canon

(13,893 words | Explicit | Chapters: 4/4)

“The attack at The Met… That wasn’t the first explosion it had survived.”

“No?”

“No, a gunpowder factory exploded nearby Fabritius’ studio, killing him and destroying nearly all of his paintings,” I took a breath, unsteady. “But The Goldfinch… The Goldfinch survived.”

A hand on my shoulder. Long fingers, a firm squeeze, grounding me to earth. “You survived too, Potter.”

I looked to him, eyes aching behind my glasses.

“Life exploding around you. You survived. You, too, are Goldfinch.”

corrina, corrina by curlymcclain

(12,821 words | Mature | Chapters: 1/1)

canon-divergence, boris follows theo to new york

Seeing him here, in New York, surrounded by the deep browns and golds of Hobart and Blackwell, is so alien to me I have to repress the urge to pinch myself like a child would after a dream. It looks incorrect, him standing here. Like someone has taken a pair of scissors to my memories of him, cut him out of his rightful place on the abandoned playground, and pasted him sloppily into a corner of my life where he doesn’t belong. Has it only been a few weeks? It feels like ages longer, like it’s been a decade, like we’re different people trying to see what exactly we liked about each other so much way back when.

But then he says it again- “Potter.”- and that feeling vanishes as quickly as it arrived.

“You came,” I say dumbly.

He gives a cheery smirk that I don’t believe. “Promised I would.”

fragile (that much he could admit) by successsionhbo

(12,592 words | Explicit | Chapters: 1/1)

post-canon

Theo has been having nightmares after his trip to antwerp. Boris comes for a visit

heaven help the fool by BucketofWater

(12,140 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 2/2)

vegas era + post-canon, soulmate AU

He knew why. He wished that he did not but deep down he knew. They both did, at one point or another. Maybe not in words, but it was between them all the same. The way that they knew that the sky was blue and how the sun-warmed sand burned like fire. Theo loved Boris and perhaps, although he was a fool to believe it, maybe Boris loved him a little bit too.

Alternatively: the soulmate au in which every significant person in your life leaves a smudge of colour on you.

I've got the story of us written (on my skin) by Thegoldenfnch (I_write_fanfiction_sometimes)

(18,017 words | Mature | Chapters: 5/5)

all eras, soulmates AU

My mother didn’t like to talk about the marks. I still don’t know if it’s because hers had all failed her (her first love didn’t love her back, her life-friend died, and her Life Partner, well, Dad didn’t believe in soulmates) or if it was for some other unknown reason. Maybe she just couldn’t answer the questions I’d asked, like why mine were all the same. After I was around eight I stopped asking, and by the time I was ten I’d stopped telling people. They never seem to know what to say. It was only when I got older —after my mother died, but before my dad came back— that I realized why. People never know how to react to what they view as a tragedy.

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or: No one talks about soulmarks, Theo is in denial about many things (as he usually is), and Boris never says the things that actually matter

A retelling. Now with soulmarks.

a study in inevitability by EdieFalcoRising

(14,523 words | Explicit | Series - 3 works)

post-canon

One time Theo leaves, one time Boris leaves, and the one time they make it work.

And twice more our paths crossed through the night by liminalweirdo

(2,506 words | Mature | Chapters: 1/1)

Antwrep

Takes place immediately after the end of the novel, in Boris's flat in Antwerp. Theo muses on the things they did as teenagers, and the tension between them finally reaches its breaking point. Almost.

I'm not living/I'm just killing time by lolneptune

(19,359 words | Explicit | Chapters: 3/3)

post-canon

Of course he had seen the journals. Pages and pages of rambling accounts, an encyclopedia. How could I have hidden it from the one living person who knew me?

So cruelly you kissed me by foundmywei

(4,096 words | Mature | Chapters: 1/1)

post-canon

The biggest problem with the two of us had never been whether or not we knew that we loved each other, but rather whether or not we would choose to be with one another.

Even after Boris and Theo start sleeping with each other, they struggle with talking about what they are and their feelings. Well, until an incident of jealousy forces them to.

a spring memorandum by yowler

(42,706 words | Mature | Chapters: 4/4)

WWII AU

In the dark where no one can see, Boris presses his lips to the thin knot of scar tissue over Theo’s wrist. It’s a request; for forgiveness, for absolution, for something neither of them has a name for.

“But you are alive,” he says, “you idiot.”

(Theo and Boris meet during the war.)

the letter in the drawer by shamefulshameless

(4,136 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

post-canon

Before he left Amsterdam, Boris found an envelope with his name on it. He’d wanted to open it in Antwerp, but he was so caught up in it all- his wound and Theo’s illness and the high and the movies, all of it so strangely different and yet exactly the same as when they were kids- that he put it out of his mind. He didn’t want anything to interrupt them. Now, it’s like the envelope has expanded in size, every day growing bigger and bigger and threatening to crack his bedside table in two. He doesn’t know what’s stopping him, but whatever the letter contains, he knows Theo doesn’t want him to know about it. It could be nothing- there’s always been so much innocuous bullshit that Theo keeps to himself for no good reason. Or it could be something. It could be something that Boris would be content staying oblivious to. There are lots of things like that.

Uncle Francis to the rescue by foundmywei

(32,582 words | Mature | Chapters: 8/8)

post-canon

“Oh! By the way, how is your man doing?”

I blinked, confused. "My what?"

"Your man? About 5'9, dark curly hair, gorgeous green eyes, looked vaguely European…?"

"Excuse me?" He couldn't mean…

"You know, the guy who whisked you away from your engagement party?" Mr. Abernathy raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Or, how Francis accidentally ended up becoming Theo's unofficial uncle and got involved in the stupidest love drama of the 21st century when all he wanted was to learn some juicy gossip.

#boreo #boris pavlikovsky #theo decker #the goldfinch #boreo fanfic #boreo fic #boreo fanfic rec

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jungle-angel · 2 years

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Out in the Middle: Part 2

Summary: The parents have absolutely no way of keeping an eye on the kids.....and then Teeter steps in

The four sets of parents should have known that the minute their kids set foot on the Dutton land that the kids would turn into a pack of wild animals.

Surprisingly enough, they were as well behaved as could be during breakfast and dinner, but the minute John, Royal and the rest of them had shooed the kids outside, they knew the kids would most likely be finding new and inventive ways to beat the ever living shit out of each other until dinner time.

“Kinda quiet for a Saturday morning, isn’t it John?” Thomas Rainwater remarked as he joined John and Royal on the front porch.

“Quiet with the kids around is never a good thing,” John chuckled, setting his coffee mug on the splintered wood table next to him.

“Oh c’mon,” Royal remarked. “You remember the stupid shit we were doing as kids?”

“You, me, Tom and Mo were the terrors of Bozeman Central High School,” John half laughed. “I still haven’t forgotten that time that we had that graduation party up at the lake.”

“Or the fact that the four of us lived on sub-sandwiches and a VHS copy of ‘Animal House’,” Thomas added.

The three men made the best of their morning, enjoying the hot coffee and looking out over the land that was worth everything to them.

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Teeter hated re-shoeing the horses more than anything, but at least it was better than shoveling buffalo shit.

Quietly under her breath, she sang along to Willie Nelson’s “Roll Me Up And Smoke Me When I Die”, a piece of hay hanging loose from her lip as she carefully re-shoed the horses.

The rustling and giggling that followed somewhere in the stables caught her off guard, stopping her dead in her tracks before she shrugged and went back to work.

But soon, there it was again.

“Ight where are ya?!” she called loudly. “C’mon down here ya lil ghouls!”

Four little girls, two Duttons, an Abbott and a Wheeler, poked their little heads out of the loft, grinning and giggling as though they had a secret only known amongst themselves.

“Ya’ll gettin into mischief up there?”

“No!” the girls answered, still giggling.

“Well at least ya’ll are pretty easy to handle,” she muttered. “Where in the fuck are yer brothers?”

Teeter jumped when she heard yelling outside the barn and saw Tatum, Tanner, Joey Wheeler and Jake Long all charging at each other with Amy and Tate close behind them.

“Oh my fuckin shit,” Teeter chuckled as she left the stables.

Outside was a whirlwind of indiscernible yells, shouts and yelps as Tanner and Joey began hitting each other on the behind with a stick. “Guys!” Amy shouted. “Guys cut it out!! GUYS!!”

Neither Tanner nor Joey listened. There was a strange tension in the air, a tension that held itself there for a few short seconds.....

“Everybody SHUT......THE FUCK......UP!!!!!!”

The kids immediately, at the sound of their aunt’s voice, dropped the sticks in their hands and lined up in a straight line, not wanting to incur her wrath or the wrath of their parents later.

“The fuck were ya’ll playin?” Teeter questioned.

“Um.......we called it ‘Spank’,” Tatum said meekly.

Teeter groaned, her eyes rolling a little bit to the back of her head. “Ight, I don’t have a problem with ya’ll runnin ‘round like a pack o wild rabbits,” she explained. “But the minute one o’ ya’ll puts an eye out, Imma have ta haul yer asses all the way bac ta yer mommas and yer daddies. And I know.....I KNOW.....none o’ ya’ll want that, so no nothin sharp goes near the faces. Git it?”

“Yes Aunt Teeter,” the kids all replied collectively.

“Good,” she said, adjusting the Houston Astros baseball cap on her head. “Now if ya’ll behave later, I’ll teach ya’ll how ta rope a buffalo.”

Their faces lit up, the kids cheering as they ran off towards the horse corral.

“And no lightin nothin on fire either ya lil monsters!!” she called after them. “Ya’ll light up that back field, I’ll know who did it just by the smell!!!!”

Teeter shook her head and snorted before she went back to work. She loved her nieces and nephews to death, but Lord help the parents when they became teenagers.

#outer range #yellowstone #outer range yellowstone crossover #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #royal abbott #john dutton #thomas rainwater #amy abbott #tate dutton #teeter

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vintagelacerosette · 1 year

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Tag Game catch up ✨️

I was tagged to do these awesome tag games made by our shining star Macy @celestialmickey & was also tagged by these angel pies Evie @energievie Julissa @heymrspatel Jay @surviving-maybe Harvey @mikhailoisbaby Willow @ian-galagher Kaka @stocious Auds @auds-and-evens Michelle @michellemisfit Leah @whatwouldmickeydo Vey @look-i-love-u Julia @juliakayyy Ri @tanktopgallavich thank youuu 🥰

Name: Myn

Age: 26

Where in the world are you? Sydneeeyy

The meaning behind your URL: the mash up of pretty words & when i began this blog i had aspirations of being a pretty vintage type aesthetic blog lmao

Your second favourite color: Periwinkle

Any pets? My doggie Roxy

Favourite season: Currently, I'll say it's autumn but it varies bc I barely have any distinction with the season living in Australia lol so I'm happy as long as it's sunny & not blistering heat with a light breeze haha

Last thing you read:

Got fics in rotation at the moment haha but I'm rereading

Let the bodies to the talkin' by the magnificent Jane @captainjowl

My Nine Lover by the sensational Anna @annatrow

Last of a Dying Breed by the terrific @wildxwired

For a book I've started Be not Afraid of Love by Mimi Zhu that is a collection writings about the author's journey of relearning to love again after experiencing a violent relationship

Last song you listened to:

I'm getting familiar with the new FOB album 💕

What are you wearing right now? Black cardigan, brown pleated mini dress with pastel green low heels

A hobby of yours: Paper quilling

Your comfort show or movie: Currently Shadows and Bone (gotta get that Six of Crows spin off lmao)

and finally, what are you up to today? Dinner at restaurant I planned to catch up eith my old workmates bc I didn't get to do a farewell dinner when I left in December 🥰

TAG GAME: FANDOM EDITION 💖

Your Name: Myn

Your Age: XXVI

Your First Fandom(s): I think Violet x Tate from American Horror Story

Your Current Fandom(s): Gallavich & Wesper (my book babies got adapted to tv y'all 🤧💕)

How did you first get into fandom? I think i got i more into the fandom culture in 2012 but i did take a break for like maybe 3 years bc I had no idea how the site worked or how to make friends haha. So i missed many of the iconic tumblr moments.

How long have you been engaging with fandom spaces? I remember reading animr fanfic since year six or year 7 so in 2008/2009 & I joined tumblr in 2012 as a more passive participant spam reblogging bc I had no idea how the site worked at first lol. Then I became a more active participant in the gallavich fandom in 2022 when I decided to post my first gallacrafts in feb 🥰

How often do you read fanfics? Every single day & every spare hour I can spare

Top 3 characters from your current fandom(s):

Mickey my beloved Milkovich, Ian sweetface Gallagher & Sandy darling Milkovich

Wylan Van Sunshine, Jesper hotshooter Fahey & Kazzle Dazzle Brekker

Have you ever written a fic for a fandom? if so, shout it out! Not yet, but I oh so plan to I got wips summaries coming out the wahzoo

Have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom? if so, shout it out! Yess i am so happy to have made some fanart for our lovely Macy's fanfic Your Message Has Been Received, Gallavich × Good Omens fanart for Gallacrafts & other art found in the tag #Myn's art

Share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about:

Ian gets the fucking Monica boobs tattoo fixed omfg it'll be a touching tribute to her not whatever the fuck that was. Also Mick gets Ian's name fixed too. They could do it together & then get tattoos that symbolise each other on their bods

You’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them? Ohh CLUB KISS CLUB KISS CLUB KISS

Shadow and Bone

Under carriage scene! Recognised his man by being on top of him. The muscles memory of it all 😏

And finally, what does fandom mean to you? Fandom gave me back my creative passion back. Something I thought I had lost & desperate wanted back but had no idea how, but by finding all of you beautiful, amazingly sweet & brilliant minds that came together out of the love our soft & sensitive husbands I found a safe place & a home where I can share what I create which is my love. So thank you all forever for being in my life 🥹

Also this Picrew too & this is basically my outfit for dinner just a lighter brown dress with plaid & minus the frog hat sadly 😔🐸

I'll tag these dearhearts if they wanna play @scarcrosseduntouched @andthatisnotfake @adakechi @skies-below @ lingy910y @imikhailotakeyouian @babygirlmickey @too-schoolforcool @gardenerian @creepkinginc @demontargaryen @chicanomick @suzy-queued @tomorrowillmissyou @ intotheblindinglight @lalazeewrites @tellmegoodbye @jomilky @darthvaders-wife @flamingbluepanda @crossmydna @depressedstressedlemonzest @gallavichgeek @gallavichsbitch @shameless-notashamed @callivich @sickness-health-all-that-shit @bravemikhailo @7x10mickey @sleepyfacetoughguy @suchagallabitch @iansw0rld @ deathclassic @grabmyboner @y0itsbri @grumpymickmilk

#tag game #picrew #Spotify

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mybeingthere · 2 months

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Alexander Calder, Black Sun, 1953 (top picture).

Black Sun is a rectangular, horizontally oriented work on paper that is over a metre wide. It features a bold, abstract image of the sun and its emanating rays of light, all rendered in a deep black tone. A ball at the top right corner of the composition signifies the body of the sun, from which large black zig-zags extend, starting with narrow points near the sun and broadening out to thick mid-sections in the lower-middle of the paper before tailing off in faint brushstrokes in the left of the work. There is another black circle beneath the sun, positioned between two of the zig-zagged light rays, and a thick hollow triangle hovers in the white space below it.

This work was created by the American artist Alexander Calder in 1953. To make it Calder applied two to three layers of black gouache on top of one other using a brush, resulting in a slightly shiny appearance. The artist made the work in sun-drenched Aix-en-Provence in southern France, where Calder and his family spent much of the summer of 1953. It is one of a large number of gouaches that he created between June and September of that year and is among the first group of large-scale works that the artist made outdoors (see Alley 1981, p.93; and Calder Foundation, undated, accessed 26 January 2017). Aix had been the home of French post-impressionist painter Paul Cézanne and of Calder’s great friend, the surrealist artist André Masson. Both painted the local landscape obsessively, and although Calder did not produce landscapes, Black Sun may have been a response to the intense heat and light in the region.

Calder’s mobile sculpture Antennae with Red and Blue Dots c.1953 (Tate T00541) was made at a similar time to this work and also features solid black forms that distend in the middle and radiate from small circles – in the sculpture’s case the circles are yellow, white, blue and red. The shape of this suspended sculpture resembles an orrery – a mechanical model of the solar system – and taken together the two works suggest Calder’s interest in the heliotropic movement of the solar system.

The artist favoured astronomical motifs throughout his career and Black Sun is recalled in Calder’s paintings as well as his sculptures: for instance, in the thunderous waves emanating from a yellow and red sphere in Lightning 1955 and in the small black circle surrounded by sinuous rays in Santos 1956 (both Calder Foundation, New York). In 1962 Calder repeated the black sun motif in the tapestry Black Head (artist’s collection), made for his wife Louisa Calder.

Although Calder often worked with planes of pure black, they were commonly augmented with dashes of primary colour (see, for instance, Mobile c.1932, Tate L01686). The purely monochrome nature of Black Sun not only runs counter to this trend, but also to the common association of the sun with light and colour. This indicates that the artist may have been thinking about the effect of shadow created by the large-scale outdoor mobiles he was making in the hot, bright climate of southern France.

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leebrontide · 1 year

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15 questions ask/tag game!

Thanks for the tag from to @dotr-rose-love! I previously did this one for both Jamie and Yael from Secondhand Origin Stories and my WIP Names in Their Blood, so this time I'll choose Opal!

1. Are you named after anyone?

I did have a like great-aunt-once removed named Opal, but I think my parents just thought my bio-lights reminded them of Opals, which I think is nice.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Probably whenever I last felt like I was in over my head with superhero training. I'm the least trained person here by almost 10 years. Nobody is trying to make me feel bad, it's just frustrating and embarrassing.

3. Do you have kids?

Absolutely not.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Maybe a little. It makes my girlfriend laugh, at least.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their attitude. Anything else is secondary to what kind of energy they're bringing towards me.

6. What’s your eye color?

Black.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. But sometimes romantic tragedies, to. My best friend from back home loves horror movies so I've watched a ton of them. I always feel fine during the movie and then freak myself out about it later.

8. Any special talents?

Just the usual Detroit line of genetic alteration.

9. Where were you born?

Detroit, Michigan.

10. What are your hobbies?

I like reading, especially gothic romances. Back at home I volunteered at the community garden. I also collect stationary. Lately I've got this beautiful antique dollhouse I've been fixing up. That's mostly just because trying to decorate the huge penthouse apartment they gave me for joining the team is terrifying. I'm more comfortable picking out tiny doll furniture.

11. Have you any pets?

I always wanted a cat, but my mom wouldn't let me, and now it seems irresponsible to get a pet like that because of superheroing.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

You can't really play regular highschool sports with genetic alterations. I guess technically I'm learning martial arts now, but that's work more than play.

13. How tall are you?

About 165cm.

14. Favorite subject in school?

English. But I also liked History.

15. Dream job?

Pro superhero with the Sentinels. So, I'm there!

I'll tag @thatndginger, @andromedaexists and @tate-lin

#ask games #tag games #writeblr games #15 questions #Second Sentinels #Opal Flynn #Names in Their Blood #Secondhand Origin Stories

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jessesthesis · 7 months

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Tacita Dean, Beautiful Sheffield, 2001

SUMMARY

Beautiful Sheffield belongs to a portfolio of twenty black and white photogravures with etching collectively entitled The Russian Ending. The portfolio was printed by Niels Borch Jensen, Copenhagen and published by Peter Blum Editions, New York in an edition of thirty-five; Tate’s copy is the fifth of ten artist’s proofs. Each image in the portfolio is derived from a postcard collected by the artist in her visits to European flea markets. Most of the images depict accidents and disasters, both man-made and natural. Superimposed on each image are white handwritten notes in the style of film directions with instructions for lighting, sound and camera movements, suggesting that the each picture is the working note for a film. The title of the series is taken from a convention in the early years of the Danish film industry when each film was produced in two versions, one with a happy ending for the American market, the other with a tragic ending for Russian audiences. Dean’s interventions encourage viewers to formulate narratives leading up to the tragic denouements in the prints, engaging and implicating the audience in the creative process. The grainy black and white photograph that provided the source material for Beautiful Sheffield depicts a series of dark chimneys emitting black smoke into a grey and heavy sky. Soot obscures the roofs in the foreground, rendering the bottom half of the image almost completely black. Dean’s interest in narrative and the mechanisms of the film industry are also evident in her other work. Her installation Foley Artist, 1996 (Tate T07870) depicts cinematic sound engineers recording acoustic effects for a short soundtrack. The Roaring Forties: Seven Boards in Seven Days, 1997 (Tate T07613) is a series of chalkboard drawings that use the conventions of the filmic storyboard to suggest dramatic events taking place in tempestuous waters of the southern Atlantic Ocean. The Uncles, 2004 (collection of the artist) is a film about the artist’s own family connections to the first two Chief Executives of Ealing Studios, Basil Dean (1888-1978; Chief Executive 1931-37) and Michael Balcon (1896-1977; Chief Executive 1937-59). Dean’s detailed notes cover much of this print. She describes her fictional film as ‘a nostalgic film about the loss of pastoral England’. She details the effects that would be used to replicate the image in the postcard: ‘neon fx to exaggerate pollution ... smog backlit ... bucolic bliss crossed out’. She specifies that this final image would be accompanied by a soundtrack of a local choir singing Jerusalem, and reproduces in full the poem by William Blake (1757-1827) on which the hymn is based. The industrial horizon in the image is unfavourably compared to the rural landscape it superceded: ‘the Russian (pastoral) Ending ... we must weep for the past’.

#tacita dean #photography #theory #archive #text

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thedalatribune · 6 months

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[L] Adam Barnett Newman (1951-1952) The National Art Center (Minato City, Tokyo, Japan)

[M] Untitled Mark Rothko (1969) The National Art Center (Minato City, Tokyo, Japan)

[R] Light Red over Black Mark Rothko (1957) The National Art Center (Minato City, Tokyo, Japan)

Paintings That Spoke Of The "Tragedy Of Being Human"

The most unexpectedly uplifting and consoling artist of the 20th century was the abstract painter Mark Rothko, the high priest of grief and loss... Appalled by the sentimentality around him, he learnt to make art that was insular, unrelenting, somber and oriented towards pain. Rothko's favorite colors were burnt burgundy, dark gray, pitch black, and blood red, occasionally alleviated by a sliver of yellow...

In 1958, Rothko was offered a large sum to put some murals for a soon to be opened opulent New York Restaurant, the Four Seasons on Park Avenue. It was, as he put it,

"a place where the richest bastards of New York will come to feed and show off".

His [Rothko's] intentions for them soon became clear:

"I hope to ruin the appetite of every son of a bitch who ever eats in that room."

And to that end, Rothko set to work on some large black and maroon color fields expressing a mood of terror and archaic anguish.

However, shortly before the paintings were due to go on display, Rothko had a change of mind [He cancelled the exhibition.], called up his patrons, explained his feelings, and sent back the money. He then gave his paintings to London's Tate Gallery where they were hung in a quiet, airy, contemplative, religious-seeming space, that enclosed the viewer in an atmosphere of meditative mortification. The paintings remain ideal companions for visitors who drift into the gallery at their wit's end, who might be working through the loss of a partner or the ruin of their career - and who need more than anything else to know that they are not alone.

The School of Life ART/ARCHITECTURE - Mark Rothko

Fortunately, some of the collections from the Tate was in Tokyo when I was in Japan and I was finally able to see a couple of paintings by the legendary Mark Rothko. It was a surreal experience. I felt something that couldn't really explain while I was standing in front of a Rothko Painting.

[Sorry for the blurry photo. A museum security personnel came to and asked me to put my phone away while I was taking this photo. Apparently, you can take photos of other artwork, like the artworks of Claude Monet, but you can't take a photo of Mark Rothko's paintings.]

#Art #Barnett Newman #Mark Rothko #Adam #Untitled #Light Red over Black #Abstract #Light Works from the Tate Collection #Musuem #Gallery #Exhibit #Painting #People #City #Urban #The National Art Center Tokyo #Minato City #Tokyo #Japan

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stellabarak · 5 months

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Adventures with Tenmoku

Tenmoku or Tenmokuyu or even Temoku, is a general term used for a glossy, deep brown iron glaze in ceramics and pottery.

I was introduced to Tenmoku from my early days working with clay, over two years now. Initially I didn't really like it, finding it sometimes too dark, but not quite black, either. The endearing power of the glaze, however, is that it has a depth and range of browns. Depending on how it is applied, it varies from dark brown, to warmer brown, to translucent even when applied thinly. I have used it on many occasions, especially for my coil pots.

Below you can see the results when I used it for my large coil pot, Rosey, (seen below) combined with a commercial raspberry glaze (Mayco). The result was a range of dark purples and browns, that give depth to the surface of the pot. I particularly like the glossy finish as this reflects light and adds an element of sophistication to my work.

The history: Tenmoku glazes originate from Japan, where they have a very long history. Popularised by tea bowls, initially, Tenmoku referred to both the shape of the tea bowl and the dark, glossy glaze that covered these bowls.

Introduced by Japanese monks and priests that came back from China, after visiting the sacred Tianmu Mountain, in the Heian Period (794-1185). At this time, tea drinking was reserved for the rich and the Emperor. With the rise of the popularity of tea drinking, however, by the middle ages (Kamakura and Muromachi periods) so too, the popularity of the tenmoku teabowls spread amongst the larger population.

The example below is typical example of the tea bowl, known for its distinct dark brown colour. This one is from the Kyoto National Museum,

In England, it was introduced in the 1950's by Bernard Leach and the Leach Pottery in St.Ives, Cornwall, after the visit of Japanese master potter Shoji Hamada, at St. Ives. It has been widely used since in function ware, especially coffee mugs, jugs and other tableware.

Below, you can see two examples of Tenmoku, the one on the left, is the Tenmoku tea bowl, by master Shoji Hamada, in the collection of Tate Museum, whilst the one on the left, is currently on display at the exhibition, The Art of the Potter: Ceramics and Sculpture 1930's to now, at the Hepworth, Wakefield and belongs to the potter David Leach, of the Leach family.

It has been criticised often for being old fashioned, however what draws me to this glaze its history and notoriety as well as the fact that it has withstood the test of time and remains, remarkably, a staple glaze for many pottery studios today.

During my residency at Rochester Square Arts, over the summer and autumn this year, I sought to make my own batch of Tenmoku.

Not knowing what I would get myself into, I began my adventures with iron oxides. Having only done a very short course in making my own custom glazes, equipped with raw materials like iron oxide, manganese oxide and fluxes, like nepheline syenite, cornish stone and potash feldspar, I began my very first tests.

The first recipe I tested was of the iconic Bernard Leach tenmoku. This did give some interesting results but I was disappointed, as the application of the glaze was uneven in areas and didn't yield the deep, rich browns I was hoping for.

The second recipe I tried, was from the contemporary Florian Gadsby, the ceramicist based in North London. It comes complete with a YouTube video, for fool-proof testing. 😀

I was drawn to the simple three ingredients of this recipe: definitely a lot of Cornish Stone (85%) Whiting (15%) and quite a bit of the Red Iron Oxide (16%). This one, finally, gave me the sleek, mirror-like surface of the finish I was hoping for. However, for my taste, the 16% red iron oxide is too much. Below, you can see my test tile results of this on B17 stoneware clay and Porcelain.

I found this one way too dark, so I made another test batch, with a recipe from The Glaze Book, by Stephen Murphitt.

FInally, as a last tester I tried my own former teacher's Tenmoku, Chris Crawford, at Sunken Studios.

I am not sure I got the mix quite right here as there are some delicate balances, and this one contains a lot more ingredients than the above. In the classic Bernard Leach, Potash Feldspar is used as the flux, whilst here I do like the substitution of Potash with Nepheline Syenite.

The verdict? I really like the glossy, mirror like finish that the Gadsby's Cornish Stone recipe gives. It also avoid the pin-holing that can occur with Tenmoku recipes.

I think I will settle for this one, with the Iron Oxide at 12% instead of 16%.

Further links and reading:

#ceramics #glazing #contemporary art #fine art #women in art #custom made #kyoto #japan #bernardleach #tenmoku #artscouncilfunding #dycpfunding #arthousewakefield

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jnnul · 5 months

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jnnul's [works in progress]: ii

because when have i ever done anything the way i planned on doing it? there are technically more than these but those probably won't be more than like 5k so i'm not including them here. i know. those are light work by now, aren't they?

the right side of wrong.

PAIRING ▸ sunghoon park x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ young justice au!, nightwing!sunghoon, there is a vision here of sunghoon as nightwing and i want everyone to have it as well, superhero au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity (ofc), drinking, nsfw content (making out, thigh riding, oral sex, clothed sex), violence (fighting, blood, general superhero warnings), character death, on another note, y/n is mostly referred to as ardor just because my backslash button is stuck and it's pissing me off, sunghoon is a sexy mf, yes that's a warning, the first few parts of the story are in the chat font but that's just the profile section i swear, and yes, that's also a warning

SUMMARY ▸ sunghoon park has a really bad habit of collecting strays. especially strays by the name of y/n 'ardor' faust who are definitely not supposed to be showing up in gotham city with information on the light and a penchant for setting things on fire. but hey, technicalities, right?

PLAYLIST ▸ yosemite - travis scott, back - jey, stay - ari abdul, element - pop smoke, dirty laundry - blackbear

EST. WORD COUNT ▸ 30k words (it's a doozy...)

EST. RELEASE DATE ▸ end of april 2024

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i've fallen back into my superhero phase (which i'm always in, who am i kidding?) and everyone needs to understand my love for the found family + superhero trope. extremely self-indulgent and shamelessly fun to write! it's a little different from what i usually write (college aus) so hopefully i do it justice (haha get it).

that ain't my baby

PAIRING ▸ jake sim x fem!actress!reader

GENRES ▸ idol x actress au!, exes to enemies to friends to lovers (idk either tbh), lots of famous ppl cameos

WARNINGS ▸ profanity (do you sense a pattern here), drinking, uhh nsfw content but specifics tbd, mentions of infidelity and emotional cheating, you're a bad bitch w an detachment issues, crazy stalker fans, accusations and false accusations, somebody claims to be in a relationship w someone but it's not true

SUMMARY ▸ we got married is back - with a vengeance! you're an actress who's just beginning her ascent to stardom after playing the main antagonist in a sleeper hit kdrama. jake sim is about to make his solo debut and needs to prove that he's got nothing to hide about his dating life. so the both of you join we got married to find fame, fortune, and favorable friends on the show. when the two of you were paired together on the show, everyone was sure that the two of you would hit it off immediately. the only issue? jake sim is your ex.

PLAYLIST ▸ maria - justin bieber, popular - the weeknd, back for more - txt, greedy - tate mcrae, obsessed - mariah carey

EST. WORD COUNT ▸ 15k words

EST. RELEASE DATE ▸ mid may 2024

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i actually started writing this soon after i published the first work in progress masterlist but didn't write enough of it for it to be included as an official wip (kinda like how sm rookies works - if i didn't despise sm). after listening to the song maria though, i found the charm that this work was missing and it's back!

two reflections into one

PAIRING ▸ yudai koga (k) x streetdancer!fem!reader (ft. fuma)

GENRES ▸ dancer!au, fake relationship, mostly angst, 90s au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity (it's basically not even a warning anymore), tbh not really a healthy relationship at first, you end up liking the second lead more (that's a warning.), k is a menace at first i'm so sorry, y/n is...questionable when it comes to drawing the line, this is the early 90s so 90s pop culture lol, probably a few inaccuracies

SUMMARY ▸ y/n l/n has always looked up to koga yudai - known better by his stage name k. and when the universe ends up delivering her directly to his front door, she decides she's definitely not going to go and knock it. but as they say, you should never meet your idols - a lesson that she learns the hard way when a twist of fate ends up with her having to pretend to date k, seeing more of her idol than she had ever imagined.

PLAYLIST ▸ maula mere maula - roop kumar rathod, hawa banke - darshan rawal, honeymoon avenue - ariana grande, ihyn - f.n.

EST. WORD COUNT ▸ 20k words

EST. RELEASE DATE ▸ end of may 2024

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ the first time i planned out a fic scene by scene from start to end! let's see if that changes anything about how i write or if the characters decide to create a story of their own - regardless of what i think. i've always had more ideas than time to write anyway.

it's midnight in paris

PAIRING ▸ younghoon kim x reader

GENRES ▸ percy jackson!au, greek mythology/demigod!au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity (seriously.), all the warnings of demigod-ism (fighting, violence, characters get hurt, somebody's always tryna kill them), y/n can't catch a fucking break, zeus is an asshole but what's new, modern romance is trying not to die while on a date

SUMMARY ▸ deliveries to the gods were never all that exciting. usually, doing the dirty work for the greek gods meant that you were pretty much guaranteed a safe passage when dropping off their toys at the empire state building. but you must've pissed them off big time if they were sending you on babysitting missions now. or, the one where you accidentally save a late blooming demigod from a minotaur and now he's emotionally dependent on you.

PLAYLIST ▸ sweet juice - purple kiss, kingdom come - the boyz, blue blood - ive, dahlia - (g)-idle

EST. WORD COUNT ▸ 30k words

EST. RELEASE DATE ▸ end of summer 2024

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ GOD i have to stop doing this to myself. this being writing fics that cause me to have to plan out the whole thing out instead of just writing whatever the hell i want. i say this but i will be the most invested in this one at the end, i promise you.

#jnnul #jnnul's wip masterlist #enhypen masterlist #&team masterlist #andteam masterlist #the boyz masterlist #tbz masterlist

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buginateacup · 1 year

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Fics of the week

Decided I would start doing a roundup of fics that I have been enjoying over the week for your enjoyment and my own.

The 12 Days of Christmas 2020, 2021 and 2022 by Her_Madjesty

Annual collections of fic based on Hero/Don John from Much Ado About Nothing which I have devoured over this last week. Most of them are AUs of one form or another. The Porco Rosso and Great Gatsby AUs were particularly *chefs kiss*

Bluebride by Teal_Individual

Roxanne may not be the first bride Megamind has taken, but she certainly is the most determined. One way or another, whether for spite or justice or love, she intends to be the last. Loosely based on Bluebeard, historical romances are my jam and the interactions between Roxanne, Megamind and Minion in this one are spot on!

a deep but dazzling darkness by Lirazel

A deep and abiding favourite from one of my favourite movies with ZERO fandom. The Vast of Night is about two teenagers manning the local switchboard and radio station one evening in a small town in Cayuga, New Mexico and there are lights in the sky... This fic is what might have come after.

The Iron Giant by ArdenDrifter

When Jamie Tartt gets a midnight call from the Manchester Municipal Police, he expects to post bail for his father again. What he finds is something quite different.

Or, Jamie Tartt discovers a thirteen-year-old half-brother no one ever warned him about. Luckily, Roy and Keeley are there to help them out.

A Ted Lasso fic that was going to be only 4 chapters (I know that feeling my friend) but has since exploded into an incredible story about family, queerness, football, being a goldfish, organised crime and so much more. An absolute masterpiece of storytelling, that keeps the story consistent and clear which when viewed through the half concussed brain of one Jamie Tartt, professional football goldfish which is astounding in and of itself.

after the storm by perennial

He watches Leonato do quick mental calculations, already knowing the final sum. The governor might prefer Claudio as a man, might want to indulge his beloved daughter’s infatuation, but at the end of the day a prince is a prince, even a bastard one, and a count is just a count. Claudio intends to marry Hero. Don John gets to her first.

Another Hero/Don John fic that every reread makes me want to eat oranges and sit in sunshine. Politics and antagonists to friends to (hopefully?) lovers! I am in heaven!

my true love gave to me also by perennial

December 2011. Michael Bublé's Christmas album has just hit shelves, holiday parties are in full swing, and it's time for Don Pedro's annual office-wide Secret Santa gift exchange.

Another Hero/Don John fic (look I like what I like and the mean gruff one falling for the soft sunshine one is enough to catch me even though I’ve only ever seen the Tennant/Tate version) Office AU this time

Dodge and Burn by jurijurious

A Dot Matrix x Megabyte AU fanfic which starts at the hunt and hurtles off down its own circuit.

I never saw the show until this year and of course there is nothing I love more than a smooth voiced villain. And this fic, enemies to lovers be still my heart! Fuck the tension in this one is incredible and you know its all going to end in flames and the voices are dead gorgeous! (and may have also inspired me to start writing my own Dot/Megabyte fic)

Let The River Run by astolat

This one just started and is still an untagged story updating every day. I love astolat’s work for how fantastically well they entertwine the politics through the story (any romance is always more interesting when political jockeying is involved). Can’t wait to see where this one goes!

#fic roundup #things bug has been reading #Much ado about nothing #game of thrones #Ted Lasso #Megamind #Reboot #the vast of night #Excellent fics well worth the read!

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coopercheat · 9 months

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KENERGY: The calm, cool, collected masculine confidence.

Balance in the divine masculine that embraces the boy, the daddy, and the sage.

Accepting others for who and how they are by not placing your expectations on them or writing their stories for them.

Listening to others and taking action. But recognizing what you’re good at and celebrating and sharing it, but more importantly recognizing what OTHERS are better at letting them do what they do best, celebrating them along the way.

Listening to and making our Barbie’s plans come to life by working together, keeping Barbie Land alive & thriving.

Being assertive and actually listening, not forcing your view and expectations but seeing and hearing others possibilities, and building up together.

Decentering yourself and following Barbie’s lead realizing that what’s good for we is good for me.

*If you’ve seen Barbie you understand what toxic KENERGY is, especially as guys are isolated like so many guys are today.

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If a Ken is the ideal guy, a Chad, a Masc/Musc dude, most guys have a love/hate envy of the Kens. Most of us guys are Alans, the othered guys, the nerds, the soft guys, the f*gs, who are made to feel less than for not being the patriarchal stereotype. First and foremost, there is nothing wrong, bad, or less than about being an Alan. We all have an Alan and Ken side to us (and Barbie side too!) that we can use to genuinely connect with others. The patriarchal systems at play, however, have pitted guys against each other and even worse, against women and femininity, shoveling responsibilities onto us that we don’t actually want in a patriarchal world we didn’t consent to taking part in.

I know firsthand just how beautiful the world is when women lead and men follow - thank you to the matriarchs of my family, the matriarchs of my professional life (@SamJung @robyngreen at @StGermainDrinks, @drinksat6 & @IvyMix at @Speed_Rack and now happily in an entirely women led company at @ArcherRooseWines - I’m 1/2 guys!). The common thread I experienced was the practice of “what’s good for everyone is good for me,” which is why we all flourished.

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My personal Barbie Land is in NYC, and specifically the LGBTQ community. It’s a magnificent prism of beauty, love, strength and power, the flowing spirit between the femme, masc and queer energies.

But to my fellow gay and queer men - we’ve been creating safe spaces for ourselves but by doing so leaving the Barbies and Dolls behind - it’s time to tap into our KENERGY to support the lesbians (masters of KENERGY), the femmes, and the real dolls - our trans siblings- so they can lead the charge within the LGBTQ community. We can all work together to make their magic happen. Let’s practice shine theory to shine our light on what they’re saying and doing. Let’s use our funds not just for put our funds and time towards the mutual aid networks and community-based organizations, not just nightlife and parties, strengthening our rainbow connections. Our Barbie Land is better when we center the folks who truly understand community and have the best abilities and ideas to lead, and we can all have fun while we do it.

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What we can especially do is support the straight men in our lives, our fellow Kens. There are so many guys who are doing things right and need that love and affirmation from other guys. Check in on the new fathers to make sure they’re ok too! Send your dad flowers. Tell your brothers you love them. Share love with your guys too.

Similarly, it’s time to call in the Kens who lost their way from the joy and wonder of Barbie Land and whose heads are being filled with evil from Fox News and the likes of Andrew Tate, Jordan Peterson and Elon Musk. People are products of their surroundings, so we can be the voice of reason for them.

They want to be loved, paid attention to and understood about the pain and loneliness they’re dealing with, but unfortunately society doesn’t set men up for success with processing emotions, communication, and pain. Why do you think mansplaining is such a thing - guys are really only taught how to share facts and knowledge. I’m dealing with all of this personally with the biggest Ken in my life, the man who took me to get Barbies during every visit, my own dad.

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The best part is we no longer need to be afraid of the other guys in our lives. We aren’t in high school anymore and guys actually like us and want in on our fun too. We just have to meet them at their level, dropping the “already annoyed” reactions to their presence and relate to guys as guys, people as people. The sassy mean girl attitudes we mimic with our girlfriends don’t connect well with dudes. We’re great at being sassy sisters, but how good can we bond with our brothers?

Decentering ourselves and our previous anxieties will create a genuine connection. We THRIVE with our girlies’s boyfriends and husbands. We vibe with our male colleagues. We share workout tips with the gym bros who admire our physiques. We especially do it with each other at the late night pool parties in Fire Island.

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Guys across the spectrum want buddies, but patriarchy isolates us and pits us against each other, making us feel like we are responsible to do EVERYTHING by ourselves. This prevents us from showing love, care and support for each other because we’re trying to be “better than” everyone else. Let’s be buddies and build each other up because standing by in the shadows has led us to the violent, patriarchal, homophobic, transphobic, misogynistic world we live in now. Do we really want this? Is our patriarichal power worth this? Our KENERGY will change that.

Bring that man-bonding, the teamwork, the healthy masculinity, the KENERGY and lead by example connecting with other guys to help make Barbie Land a reality, Barbies, Ken’s, and everyone in between #Kenergy

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Side note: I am not saying not to be yourself, if you’re Alan, be Alan! We love Alan - but just know you are enough and can tap into whichever energies, whichever sides of yourself to authentically interact with others. Be the Ken/Alan/Barbie/Midge/Weird Barbie that you needed as a kid and share that magic with others. We’re experiencing a paradigm shift, and if we keep sitting back in the shadows letting toxic masculinity run rampant, the patriarchs will do everything they can to maintain power and control of society. If we don’t do it with those closest to us, then who will? If not now, when? We gotta be active participants in our experience and make the world into what we know it can be.

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Ps guys: the movie was PERFECT. Gay/straight and everything in between - we gotta recognize that we are not centered in the movie and that’s the point. Actually pay attention to the messages in the movie about how much more fun Barbie Land is when the Barbie’s lead and we all work together to bring that reality to life. Understand the effects of patriarchy on Barbie Land, the Ken’s, and on Alan. Decenter yourself and your opinion and listen to what women are saying about the movie and furthermore life. Once you’ve actually listened, asked clarifying questions and actually understand her POV, then engage on your thoughts. Because they likely have shifted once you’ve listened. And that’s the goal.

#barbie #Ken #kenergy #barbie land #barbie world

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