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mental-mario · 8 months

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Part II: Borderline Boogaloo!

Before I continue about my experience in the psych ward, I want to thank my new friend (who is hopefully a real person) lady-macbeth13 for joining me and hopping aboard! I encourage you if you're reading this to click that follow button so you can be my friend as well. Hop aboard this thing before it takes off so you can say, "I knew him when..." Also, please help a friend out and tip me if you can spare it! You can't see but I'm shaking my change cup on the corner right now. I currently have no income, so I am trying to afford the monthly bills and also a video capture card and HDMI splitter so I can get live streaming off the launching pad! I am also trying to afford Super Mario Bros. Wonder, so I truly appreciate any tips you can help with! I want to get some online multiplayer up and streaming with everyone, so look out for that as well! Finally, my friend code on Switch is posted in my bio at this time and QR code is my profile pic, so send me a friend invite! I'm lonely and need friends! :)

So when we left off, I was getting strip searched by 2 nursing staff, and as kinky as that was, it ended rather abruptly when they had me put my jumpsuit back on. Before I could contain my arousal, they showed me to the infamous padded cell. Now, this is all taking place in a cramped, locked, dark area with no windows. The padded cell felt much like a cubicle made of the padded mats from gym class. The walls were the same material, and there was a camera up in the corner of the ceiling near the dingy yellow light. The door had a small slotted window as well. The staff member told me she had to show me the cell so she could document that she showed it to me, and I would only need to see it again if I got violent. From there I was let back out into gen-pop and was given a dinner tray with microwave pizza, which was probably the best thing I had there to eat. As an aside, you may want to make sure what you eat can be a finger food because it is a tall order to eat an overcooked pork chop or chicken breast with a plastic spoon.

As I sat at one of the tables in the dayroom, I got the chance to better observe the environment. There was a TV which was showing the ever-therapeutic local news, where they were running a story about another shooting somewhere. I started feeling less depressed already...There were also a few games like Jenga and Sorry available, which nobody played. Also available was some paper and colored pencils. I ate and sat in a stupor, as the atarax was still kicking in my system. There were posted rules on the wall, stating we are to remain in the dayroom during the day, participate in groups when scheduled, make our beds every day, and clean up after ourselves, including our food trays. The doors were all locked with security monitoring the main doors and cameras everywhere except for the bedrooms. There were a few locked doors designated for group exercise and meeting with the psych team, but I wouldn't get the chance to be evaluated or talk to anyone until the next morning. The rooms were mostly 2 beds but some were private. I did end up having a roommate that night which I hated, but he was quiet enough that I could sleep that night in combination with trazodone. Also in the room was a sink, a bathroom with half door (no lock), a toilet with no seat, and a shower that was surprisingly adequate. For other entertainment, if board games don't grab ya, you could walk laps around the nurse's station, and they even had a helpful sign to let us know that just 33 times around = 1 mile! I know nothing could make me feel more prepared to reintegrate into society than stumbling around the nurse's desk like a zombie in a paper suit that was 2 sizes too large for me.

Since I had checked myself in voluntarily, I was allowed to sign a discharge request notice, which would allow them no longer than 72 hours after submitting it to continue holding me. By 9:30pm, I was ready to go to bed after a long day, and I was also ready to sign the aforementioned form. The unit was loud with lots of hollering, and that triggered my anxiety and shut me right down. Brought me back to my year at the college dorm, which was traumatic and did not go well for me. When I knocked on the door to the nurse's station, I was informed that my nurse was busy at the moment, as she had patients on the other unit to attend to. I stood outside the station, waiting for my nurse to return. By 10:15, I had enough. I knocked on the nurse's door again and said that I didn't care who handled the form but that I wanted to sign it. This other nurse then comes out and gets in my face and tells me it has to be with my nurse and also, "you won't be leaving here tomorrow...I can tell you that!" She replied with such a nasty attitude, and if it's one thing you want to do as a medical professional working on a psych unit, it is to instigate someone with BPD. I started to get nasty right back, and the nurse slunk away back behind the glass, perhaps realizing that she wasn't making the best decision in that moment. I stood around some more until my nurse finally arrived at 10:30pm, and I was wondering the whole time at what point I could expect this experience to actually start making me feel better and less suicidal. Spoiler alert: that moment never came. After this nurse checked that I properly swallowed my late meds, I went to sleep at 11pm, which began quiet time.

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erule · 3 years

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The frat party | t.h.

Title: The frat party

Pairing: Frat boy!Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1823

Warnings: frat boy Tom, angst, nakedness (nothing sexual though, no smut in this chapter), mention of sex, implied smut, cliffhanger at the end, jealous Tom, language, OC Oliver, violence (one punch), blood, plot twists.

Summary: Tom and the reader met at a frat party, but a year later they broke up because of some reason. Now, rumor has it that the reader is dating one of Tom’s friends and he gets jealous.

A/N: Hello hello, I’m back! Have you seen Tom’s recent pics in Monaco?? He looked amazing! Anyway, I don’t know why, but I just had to write a fic with frat boy!Tom, so enjoy!

If you wanna be tagged in my Tom Holland fics, just let me know in my ask box! You can also find me on AO3 and Wattpad. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer!

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Chapter 1

Break up with my ex girlfriend

Frat parties. Am I right? Worst part of college life. A lot of people drink to forget about their grades and how their lives went wrong, while someone’s just hoping to have some fun with them (if you know what I mean). For the first year, I hated them with passion, but it was before I met him. At a frat party. Oh, the irony! And then, frat parties were the only chance I had to actually talk to him. It didn’t take us long enough to start dating. I think that adults tell you fairy tales to make you grow up with a hope, the hope to find your real happy ending, your true love. Well, I wasn’t used to believe in them, but the year I spent with Tom… that was close to the definition of happy ending. The problem with happy endings? They don’t tell you what happens after them. And that’s because they’re a nightmare.

“Tell me that now or you’re not gonna find me in this bed tomorrow”, he says and there’s a part of me that wants to die right here and right now. I shake my head. I don’t want to do that. Not because I don’t feel anything for him, but I’m scared that this will complicate things between us and it’s the last thing I want. “Are you serious, Y/N? You really think that saying something like that during sex doesn’t count? Calling someone on the phone means something, even if you’re drunk as Hell. So tell me what you really feel about me right now or I swear, I’m out of this room. I’m out of this kind of weird relationship that’s going on between us for years,” Tom says and the veins on his arms draw a beautiful map on his body, in which the moles are cities and his eyes are volcanoes. They’re burning, unlike my skin, that is freezing because I’m not wearing anything at the moment. Except for my shame, perhaps. My insecurities, that never leave me. Even in front of Tom.

“You don’t mean that,” I try to say, my mouth dry. But he’s insanely angry. In another situation, it would be hot.

“I do, Y/N,” he replies. I swallow. His expression softens, like he’s in pain. He comes closer to me, brushing my cheeks with his hands. My eyes are full of tears. His words feel like a prayer on my skin. “Please, tell me”.

And even if I don’t wanna do that, my hands are tied. Even if that’s a lie. I remain in silence. One second after that, he’s gone. Tom always keeps his promises, after all.

2 months before

Harrison sat down with a strange look on his face. It only meant one thing for Tom: trouble. He sighed, throwing away the third cigarette of the day. Jacob raised an eyebrow, trying to get rid of the stench of smoke with one hand.

“I thought you wanted to quit smoking,” Jacob said.

“Relax, I only smoke before finals now,” Tom said. “What’s up, mate? Come on, talk”.

Harrison raised a corner of his lips in a smirk.

“Rumor has it, that Oliver’s got a girlfriend,” he said.

“No way!” Jacob exclaimed.

“Oh, fuck me,” Tom said, laying on the grass with his hands behind his neck, glancing at a couple of girls who were passing by.

“I haven’t said the best part yet, though,” Harrison continued. Jacob urged him to speak further. “He’s gonna throw a party for his birthday and he’ll introduce her to his friends. But since we’re his friends, I was wondering why I haven’t told us anything about this gal in weeks. So I played Sherlock Holmes for a couple of hours and I found out that… we actually know this girl,” he said.

“I bet she’s someone of the campus,” Tom joked, as if it was obvious.

“I bet she’s someone’s ex girlfriend,” Jacob replied.

Harrison remained quiet, but he was smiling.

“You gotta be kidding me,” Tom said, astonished, while sitting on the grass again.

“I won!” Jacob yelled.

“Who’s she? I hooked up with…”

“Ex girlfriend, Tom. It’s not some random girl you hooked up with. She’s someone you remember very well,” Harrison said.

“So we’re talking about me, uh? Well, let’s see… is it Janine? We lasted two weeks, I wouldn’t be mad about her,” he shrugged. Harrison swallowed.

“It’s someone you would be mad about,” Jacob guessed. “And there’s just one person that you would be mad about”.

Tom’s eyes widened at the realization.

“He’s fucking dead”.

Two days after that conversation, here they were: the three of them were laying with their backs on the wall like they were sustaining it from falling down. Tom had threatened Oliver with a Dare to explain, mate?, but his answer was just an I’m sorry Tom, but she’s just your ex. I don’t have to ask for your permission. Or does this mean that you’re still not over her? So, since Tom values too much his pride, he said that he was over her and that Oliver was right, he didn’t have to ask for his permission. Oliver apologized for not telling him that before and then walked away, leaving Tom to smoke the whole pack of cigarettes. Tom was watching Oliver talking with Elizabeth, one of your friends, when he saw you and Zendaya arrive at the party. In his opinion, you were stunning. You immediately caught his gaze. You just never failed to amaze him, even after a year. His heart ached at the view, but it ached even more when you greeted Oliver. You gave him a kiss on his cheek, clenching your hand in a fist. It seemed like you were uncomfortable. So, he came up with a plan to save you.

“Wait for me here,” he said to his friends, then he walked fast to reach you. “Hey mate, happy birthday!” Tom said to Oliver, who hugged him.

“Thanks, Tom. I think that you already know Y/N, Lizzie and Z,” he said and you smiled along with your friends, even if you looked more surprised than happy.

“Of course, I do,” Tom said, looking directly at you. You looked down. “Could I please talk to Y/N? We haven’t been in touch for quite some time and I’d like to catch up with her,” he asked.

“Sure!” Oliver said, while Zendaya seemed looking at you with a concerned expression. You winked at her.

Tom made you move away from Oliver by brushing your back, walking to the next exit. He lowered his voice in order to talk with you only, speaking to your hear: “You look ravishing, darling”.

He noticed that you closed your eyes for a very long second, but you didn’t say a word about that.

“Are you here to show that you still own me or something?”

“I don’t own you, darling. You’re absolutely free to do anything you like,” he said, lighting a cigarette outside the building.

“Z said you wanted to quit smoking,” you said, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I only smoke before finals”.

“Finals were yesterday,” you replied.

“Are we here to talk about me or you? I noticed that you were uncomfortable with Oliver, but I thought that you were his girlfriend. Wouldn’t it be weird?”

You smirked.

“Oh, now I get it. You’re jealous”.

“Nah, If I’d be jealous, you would know, trust me,” Tom said, with a playful tone.

“What would you do?” You asked, curiousity eating you alive. You wanted to know so bad if he still had feelings for you.

“Don’t play with fire, darling. You’re gonna burn your pretty hands, otherwise,” he replied, running a finger over his lip. Shivers ran through your spine, but you hoped that Tom didn’t notice it.

“Don’t try to seduce me, Holland. You’re not gonna win this time,” you said, chuckling. “And for the record, we’re not dating. He’s just insistent,” you explained.

Tom looked inside and saw Oliver staring at the two of you. An idea came up into his mind and he couldn’t quite get rid of it. It was smart, but also terrifying. It was very dangerous, yet he had to try.

“We could be in a fake relationship. It could fool everyone,” he proposed.

You turned to look at him, astonished.

“Even after what happened?”

Tom’s eyes were locked with yours, but his facial muscles didn’t move at all. If he still was hurt by the reason that made you two break up, he didn’t show it to you.

“He’s coming here,” he said instead, glancing at Oliver.

“Tom, this is insane,” you kept going. “You said you couldn’t forgive me after…”

It happened all too fast. All the lights went out at the same time. Tom's lips were on yours in an instant. Everything was on fire, every inch of your body. Every cell your flash was made of exploded like a dying supernova. A moment later, someone snatched him from your hands, leaving you in the cold.

Oliver hit him. Tom laughed, nervously, but then he grabbed the collar of Oliver’s shirt and slammed him against the wall, angrily. You pounced on Tom, trying to pull him away from Oliver. At first, Tom looked at you confused, thinking that you just wanted to keep Oliver safe from him, but your eyes told him another story: you prevented him to be kicked out from the campus.

“I told you, you’d know,” he said, while wiping a trickle of blood from his mouth, pretending to be the tough guy he wasn’t.

“Guys, I think we should leave,” Jacob said, while Harrison was taking Tom away from Oliver by his arm.

“I thought we were friends, Tom,” Oliver said, an inch of hurting in his voice tone.

“That was before you came after the only thing I care about,” he said harshly. And then, he left with Harrison and Jacob.

That night, while Tom was cleaning himself of blood in the bathroom, Jacob was staring at him worried, while standing with one arm against the door jamb.

“You never told me what happened, you know, with Y/N last year. Haz doesn’t want to tell me, he thinks it’s up to you. You said that you were over her, but I don’t think you are, since what you did tonight,” he said. Tom kept wiping away the blood from his shirt, ignoring Jacob’s words. “Why have you broken up with her, Tom? It seems pretty obvious that you’re still in love with her”.

Tom gulped, while looking at himself in the mirror. He had tried to bury all of his memories deep down, but it seemed that now the demons wanted to come back and play with him once again. Maybe it had finally come the time to confront them.

When he spoke, his voice was low and hoarse: “Because she cheated on me”.

Read chapter 2 here!

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softyoongiionly · 5 years

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Mundane 🏡

Fridays are meant to be celebrated. However, after long week at the office and a stupid fight with your husband, you’re unsure of how much you’ll be able to celebrate. For better or for worse though...right?

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut (18+ only please), slight angst, fluff, there may or may not be a little bit of a crossover in this pic and, if you pick up on it, I LOVE YOU. (and also Yoongi, I love Yoongi), established relationship!, husband! Yoongi, Musician! Yoongi

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Smut, language, slight angst (y’all already know I only do happy endings on this blog)

A/N: Helloooo this is one of the final parts in the days of the week series and, it’s not fully edited so please forgive any typos for now. I wanted to get it up before the end of the night. LOVE YOU.

Friday night.

Thank God.

You had been working tirelessly on your latest community outreach project for the past 5 days and, according to your timesheet, you had logged 60 hours for the week.

20 hours of overtime, 4 hours of sleep and, the constant threat of your project deadline have left you feeling completely and totally drained.

The train ride home seems to drag on and on and, rather than staring at your phone, you’ve taken to staring out of the window at the blur of colors rushing by.

The leaves are changing colors.

The air is growing crisper.

You should feel cozy.

But, you don’t

You’re stressed, your hair is growing greasy, your patience is paper thin and, your heart…well…

That’s another thing entirely.

Your Thursday evening had ended on a rather sour note.

There was an arduous and exhausting argument that transpired between you and the only person in the world who was more stubborn than you were: your husband.

Yoongi was a patient and, collected man. He rarely ever lost his temper but, when he did, he was nothing short of impossible.

It was a stupid argument, an argument born out of longing for one another. You don’t remember much of what initiated it, you just know it ended with Yoongi accusing you of undermining his work and, you accusing him of not being attracted to you anymore.

Truly ridiculous claims.

You were Yoongi’s number one fan and, he was so attracted to you that he often chooses to avoid you, lest he get distracted from his work.

Nothing was truly amiss in your marriage; there were just not enough hours in the day.

Not enough time to indulge in one another, not with both of you being complete workaholics.

Yoongi slept on the couch last night, an extremely rare occurrence. You fell asleep clutching your pillow, wishing it was your husband’s lithe body in your arms…

He always liked being the little spoon, although he’d never admit it.

Your heart felt soggy in your chest and, you sniffle slightly, holding back the tears that threatened your eyes as your train squeaks to a stop.

Home was near and, while you were eager to unwind, the nerves bubbling in your stomach distracted from that desire.

The bustling noise of the city streets were far too much for you to handle. Everything was so loud. The talking, the scrapping of suitcases and umbrellas against the linoleum made you dizzy.

Fuck…umbrellas.

The nasally voice of the weather forecaster echoes in your mind, it was due to rain this evening.

Yoongi always puts the news on when he gets ready in the morning and, you remember hearing it through the wall of the bedroom along with the rustling of his things.

Woefully unprepared, you begin the ascent up the subway staircase, the tell-tale pattering of rain confirming your fears.

You were going to be soaked by the time you reached home.

Soaked, was an understatement…

Your teeth chatter as you shakily attempt to unlock the front door, hugging your bag tightly to you, to prevent any further water damage.

Successfully, you manage to swing open the door, huffing in frustration as you haphazardly hang your things up by the door, shrugging your soaking wet coat off in the process.

Your home was much warmer in temperature but, the atmosphere feels cold and unwelcoming.

The sheets of music that are littered on the dining table and, a messenger bag hanging over the back of the chair however, let you know that you are not alone.

Yoongi must have made it home before you a rare occurrence considering he is the most sought after musician in the city and, it was Friday night.

Another throb pushes through your heart.

Of course, the one-time both of you had a night off together; it had to be after an unresolved argument.

“I left the umbrella out for you, why didn’t you take it?” You jump in your bones slightly as a familiar voice fills the silence.

Yoongi is sitting on the floor of the living room, dressed in a pair of sweats and an old t-shirt, another pile of music strewn about in front of him. Dark eyes are flitting over you and, while he’s attempting to look disinterested, you can tell he’s concerned for you.

You nod, setting your cell phone on the kitchen counter, “I didn’t realize you’d left it out, I should have looked though, thank you anyway…”

His brows shift, unimpressed, “You’re going to get sick…”

With a sigh, you shrug, not wanting to deal with his cold demeanor, you couldn’t stomach it, “I’m sorry, I’ll keep my distance if that happens…”

Yoongi had a fear of getting sick, as sickness would prevent him from getting gigs which would lead to less financial contribution on his end.

However, your response takes him back and, his face turns up in annoyance, “You’d still be sick regardless, which is my concern…”

Your hands raise, conceding with him but, you could also feel yourself getting annoyed, “Yeah, I get it. I’ll take some Vitamin C tonight…”

He lets it go, sensing your irritation, his own heart clenching in his chest, “There’s some in the bathroom cupboard. I’m sorry you got rained on…”

Relaxing slightly, you throw a half smile his way, “It’s ok. It woke me up, I was ready to get home and pass out. These hours are killing me…”

There is a breathless laugh that leaves Yoongi’s mouth but, it isn’t genuine. It’s a curtesy and, an attempt to distract the two of you from what really needs to be said.

“I feel you. I don’t remember the last time I was home on a Friday…” He’s nodding, eyes flitting around the room, lips pursing for a moment before he settles his gaze on you.

You return his nod, letting out another breath, “It’s been awhile,” The shiver that wracks your body, reminds you that you’re still wearing wet clothes and, you gesture towards the door to your shared bedroom, “I gotta change really quick, I’m freezing…”

He nods, leaving you to it, his gaze turning back to the music laid out in front of him. Yoongi knows he needs to say something to you but, he’s too exhausted and frustrated to articulate himself.

All he knows is that he misses you.

That’s the real issue here.

Your both adults and, you have responsibilities and, shit to tend to but, lately, Yoongi has been yearning for the days when you both were still dating.

Not because, he feels any differently about you but, because, things were different back then.

Everything was so much fun. The late nights you’d both spend endlessly talking to one another, the random road trips and adventures, the sex…

Good lord, the sex…

Yoongi had never been much of a sexual person before he met you. He knew he enjoyed it but, you, you had been his sexual awakening.

It was constant, playful, sensual, messy, addicting; it captivated him.

You captivated him.

He’s realizing now that, he’s being an idiot.

You’re still that same couple.

You’re just older now and, not even by that much.

He’s been letting adulthood get too far in the way of what really matters: you.

You and, the people he loves.

That’s it.

Stress really shapes a different world.

His train of thought is interrupted by you strolling into the living room wearing nothing but, his old college hoodie and, a pair of black boy shorts.

Fuck.

He smirks to himself, fingers fumbling with the edges of the music sheet before he speaks, “Don’t you own any of your own sweatshirts?”

If you didn’t notice the smirk on Yoongi’s mouth, you would have taken his comment seriously but, instead you return his expression, leaning against the counter, “I do but, this one tends to weaken your resolve so, I made an executive decision to steal it…”

He chuckles, shaking his head at you, leaning back against the arm of the couch, “My resolve has been fucked for a few years now…I don’t think the thievery was necessary...”

You chew on the inside of your cheek, admiring the way the stretched out collar of his t-shirt exposes his collar bones, “You still have quite a bit…you slept on the couch last night…”

Yoongi feels his heart clench at your words. He knows that his choice to sleep alone had truly hurt you.

You never wanted to go to bed angry at one another and, you made him promise when the two of you got engaged that it would rarely happen.

He sighs, teeth nibbling on his lip, “You’re right. That was kind of a dick move wasn’t it?”

Feeling small under his gaze, you nod, fingers playing with the sleeves of the hoodie, “Major dick move…especially sense its colder out. I was freezing…”

He pouts then, an overwhelming amount of fondness enveloping his heart. He opens his arms to you, pushing his music aside, “ Shit…c’mere…”

You narrow your eyes at him playfully before, giving in, unable to resist your husband, your heart desperately needing his affection.

Yoongi smiles triumphantly as you saunter over to his place on the floor.

He’s warm and, tender as you sit in his lap, your hands sliding slowly up the length of his torso, fingers squeezing his tense shoulders as you reach them.

He still melts underneath your touch and, he only wish you understood that.

Yoongi’s mountainous hands eagerly slid up your thighs, securing themselves on your hips, his expression still dejected but fond as he looks up at you, “There she is...hi”

You smile softly down at him, something wordless moving between the two of you, “Hi…”

He bites his lip, eyes turning all kind of soft as he admires you, his hands squeezing your hips as a regrettable expression covers his face, “I’m sorry about last night…I hate arguing with you.”

Nodding sagely, you push a hand through his freshly washed black hair, admiring the texture of it sans any sticky hair product, “I know, so do I. I’m sorry too, I could have handled things differently.”

He turns to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist, inhaling the faint scent of your perfume, causing you to giggle.

“ Creep…”

He chuckles, retaliating my biting you, his somber expression faltering, “Says the one who insists on wearing my shit so, she can smell my cologne…”

Another giggle leaves your lips as you cuddle in closer to him, “Shut up…”

Yoongi chuckles again, releasing your wrist before one of his hands comes up to brush a bit of hair out of your face, “I miss you…”

A simple phrase leaves his mouth but, both of you know it means so much more.

You haven’t had a moment like this, a genuine, intimate moment, in months.

“I miss you too,” You lean against his hand, shifting slightly on his lap, “Did you eat dinner yet?”

He shakes his head, returning his hand to your hip, “No, I was waiting for you. Are you hungry?”

You nod as you lean forward, tucking your face into his neck, wanting to feel closer to him. He chuckles but, slides his hands up, rubbing your back tenderly.

“Yeah, me too. Is there something you’re in the mood for? We don’t have a lot of groceries in the house…”

You smirk to yourself before worming your way between the two of you, hooking a finger underneath the band of Yoongi’s sweats tugging at it playfully.

He jumps slightly at the sensation, laughing in disbelief, “Yah! What do you think you’re doing huh?”

You giggle, feeling a swarm of warmth in your chest, “You asked me what I was in the mood for…”

Yoongi, still chuckling, untucks your face from his neck, directing a stern and, playful gaze toward you, “You’re saying you want my dick for dinner then?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying…” You concede giggling again, before squealing as he pinches your hips.

He smirks, brows raised to challenge you, “Are you being serious?”

“We haven’t had sex in two months, of course I’m serious…”

Yoongi feels the familiar sensation of arousal starting at the tips of his toes.

It’s been so long since the two of you were intimate.

Way too fucking long.

He bites his lip, eyes darkening slightly, before patting your hips, “Good point…lets go…”

Giddiness strikes the pit of your stomach as you scramble off of his lap, holding a hand out to help him up.

He takes it, chuckling at your eagerness as the two of you make your way to the bedroom.

Yoongi rushes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pushing the tent in his sweats up against your ass.

You spin around in his arms, holding his cheeks in your hands, practically bursting as he smiles, gums peeking out underneath his top lip.

“Kiss meeeee…” You whine playfully as he chuckles, leaning in towards your mouth, hints of mint on his mouth.

Yoongi obliges, kissing at you tenderly, sucking your bottom lip in between his teeth, “Did you brush your teeth when you got home?”

He always does, he brushes them like four times a day…

“Yeah I did, I had pasta for lunch so, you should be thanking me….” He murmurs, smirking into the kiss as he walks you backwards toward your shared bed.

You laugh at that, not pressing the issue you further as you fall back against the bed. Yoongi clambers on top of you, nestling between your legs, pressing hips into your aching core, causing a sight to leave your lips.

“I’m really hard…jesus…” Yoongi whispers, chuckling in disbelief as he feels himself twitch against your pussy. The only thing separating the two of you being the thin material of your boy shorts.

You spread your legs wider, giving him better access to you, as you stare up at him playfully, your hand reaching out to palm him through his sweats, squeezing him gently. Yoongi lurches forward, his fingers digging into the pillow case on either side of your head.

“You trying to make me cum in my pants or something?” He chuckles, eyes alight with arousal , his words causing you to slip your hand into his sweats. Your bite your lip as your fingers encase his throbbing length into your grip, starting at the base of him before slowly squeezing and stroking all the up to the tip of him. A dribble of precum surfaces then, his hips pushing completely against your hand.

“Wouldn’t be the first time…”You quip, holding his hazy gaze and, he chuckles at that, nodding, his hips rocking in succession with your hand.

You continue to stroke him and although he would much rather be instead of you, Yoongi is reluctant to stop you from touching him. It’s been so long, he feels his whole body growing warm and tingly at your touch.

“That feels so good….” He whispers genuinely, head hanging back on his shoulders a bit, the ghost of a smirk still on his mouth, “ I’m really trying to be inside of you right now though….”

You smirk at that, slowly pulling your hand off of him before reaching for the hem of your underwear, “Get inside then…”

His eyes open and, his teeth gnaw against his lip as he glances down between your legs. Yoongi pauses momentarily before sliding his hands up the outside of your thighs, hitching his fingers underneath the hem of your boy shorts and, sliding them off.

As he leans down, you can feel the hotness of his breath, clenching at the sensation, your clit throbbing in anticipation. He flattens his tongue against your entrance before pushing it all the way up the length of your pussy, swirling his tongue around your clit and, placing a kiss to the top of you.

“Fuck…I’m definitely gonna want some of that later.” He whispers, smiling to himself as he places a few kisses all over your hips.

Your heart is picking up in your chest, aroused beyond belief as you giggle down at him, pushing your hips against his face, “You can eat it after you’ve fucked it…”

Yoongi blazes at your comment, sighing out in disbelief before biting your hip, causing you to yelp at the sensation, “Watch your mouth….”

He always says that but, he never means it, its his way of coping with the way your words affect him. Pinching the shoulders of his t-shirt, your husband pulls it off, revealing himself to you.

As you’re attempting to reign in your desire to salivate over his body, he smirks, nodding to you, “Take it off for me, I wanna see you…”

You oblige, pulling the hoodie off of you, your nipples perking up at the change of temperature. Yoongi takes a deep breath through his nose to control his reaction before reaching down to line himself up at your entrance.

“Good?” His eyes are practically black as they flit to yours, arousal evident in his body language but, he still asks none the less.

He always does.

“Yeah but, I want you closer, come here…” You grumble, reaching out for him and, he laughs shakily, leaning down to you, elbows on either side of your head.

“Better?” He murmurs against your lips, pecking them twice in succession. At the nod of your head, he reaches down, stroking his dick a few times before slowly pushing himself inside of you.

The stretch of him is so familiar and, yet, still so good at the same time., your body opening up to him immediately. Yoongi instantly melts into you, lowering himself all the way down so the two of you are pressed tightly together.

He nudges your nose playfully, slowly starting to rock into you, pleasure all over his face, “Doesn’t hurt right? You’re good?”

He knows it’s been awhile and, your comfort is always a big concern of his.

It always has been…

You brush his hair from his face, a blissful smile etching onto your lips, “More than good, you feel…ah…” A moan pushes up your throat and, you laugh at the interruption, “You feel so good…”

Yoongi chuckles, admiring the way the pleasure looks on your face, “So good huh? Did you miss me?”

Nodding immediately, you kiss at his lips, hips moving with his rhythm, back arching slightly.

“Did you miss me?” You whisper against his lips, running a hand through his hair, your other free hand bracing on the side of cheek.

He smiles, nudging your nose, his eyes lulling as the pleasure begins to seep further and further into his senses, “I missed you so much.”

Yoongi kisses down your chin before working his way into your neck, alternating between gentler and firmer sucks against your skin.

His hips are increasing their rhythm and, you feel yourself slowly slipping towards the edge. Your pussy is tightening around Yoongi’s length and, the soft groan that leaves your husbands throat lets you know that he can feel it.

“Are you gonna cum?” He whispers, kissing his way up to your ear, nibbling on the lobe it of, his hips pumping into you harder.

“That’s definitely part of the plan...” You moan, smirking playfully up at your husband.

His hair is starting to stick to his forehead, his chest and collar bones have a slight sheen of sweat upon them and, his mouth is turned up in a pleasure induced smile, “Ok well, my dick is throbbing right now so, either you stop clenching or, I have to....ugh...”

His sentence falters as you clench again, just to spite him and, he immediately pinches your side, causing you grab his hand, giggling as you bring his fingers to your mouth, “Or you have to what...”

Yoongi’s rhythm is slowing down as his eyes are suddenly very entranced by what you’re mouth is currently doing to his fingers. You suck his middle digit between your lips, laving your tongue around the curves and lines of it, hollowing out your cheeks just as you would if your mouth was wrapped around another part of him.

“Stop...you can’t do shit like that if you expect me to last jagi...” Yoongi’s gnawing on his lip again and, you feel his dick twitch inside of you as he feels you nibble on the tip of his finger.

“Yoongi...harder...” You moan against his finger tips, trying to reach your high whilst also driving him crazy.

“Harder?” He sighs out the word, brows going up as he starts fucking into you with more fervor, “Like that?”

You nod as you wrap your hands around your husbands body, holding him tighter to you as you fuck him back, ensuring your hips clash at the same time.

“Y/N, I’m gonna cum...” Yoongi whimpers hopelessly into your neck, hips moving on their own accord as he holds onto you.

“Me too...me too, fuck...Yoongi...”

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The two of you are wrapped up in one another moments later.

Shaky breath, the sound of the fan in your bedroom and Yoongi’s slightly unsteady heartbeat are all you can hear at the moment.

You haven’t felt peace like this in quite some time and, you’re relishing in the feeling between you and the man laying on your chest.

“I don’t want to go that long without you again, if that’s cool. That shit sucked...”

You smile softly at Yoongi’s assertion, kissing the side of his head, “We’ll be better at balancing from now on, it’s great that we’re doing so well at work but, we have to make time for eachother too...”

You feel him nod, his arms tightening around your waist as he burrows further into you.

"I love you.”

“I love you too Yoongi.”

The silence lingers for a few more minutes before you speak up, “Do you wanna order in tonight?”

“Sounds good...what do you want?”

As you look down at the man you love, a swarm of memories envelops you as you choose your answer, “Dumplings, from Green Terrace...”

The biggest, gummiest smile erupts on your husbands face but, you can’t see it, he just presses his lips to your chest, holding back a bit of a emotion that lingers in his throat.

“Dumplings it is.”

Dumplings forever.

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tellywoodtrash · 4 years

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immj2 11.10.20 lb

riddhima still listening to her wash basin. y'know, like normal ppl tend to do.

also @jalebi-weds-bluetooth astutely pointed out in the replies to yest's lb, ki pipe ke theek neeche sejal hai, toh where does that water go????? SO LIKE, IF RIDDHIMA WASHED HER HANDS RN (remember to keep scrubbing while you sing the theme song of this show two times over!!!!!!!) all that ganda pani would just fall on sejal's head?!?!?!?!?!?! i know mumbai's plumbing system is kinda suspect, but itnaaaaaaaa maine expect nahi kiya tha, ki pipes just randomly flow into some sub-basement space.

mosquitoes. this is how you get an infestation of dengue and malaria spreading mosquitoes (which i discovered is something the BMC slaps cases on ppl for!)

siya is resident plumbing expert. unfortunately, she hasn’t informed anyone ki pipes shouldn’t just open into a random room under the house. maybe she charges extra for that. i know i would.

yehhhhhhh do paplu-taplu. honestly, you do realise the whole point of chunwaofying someone in a wall is to deprive them of oxygen????? what exactly is the outcome you’re hoping for with this exercise?????

“jhoot bol rahi hai yeh!” jhoot ho ya sach, tuney bolne kahaan diya hai? aadha time toh tu khud bolta raha, uske baad se iske mooh mein rumaal thoos rakha hai.

ofc this house of horrors has one of these bookshelves.

saade ek second mein pooore waal pe choona bhi laga diya aryan aur chachi ne. bhai waaaaaaaaah, khud ki construction company khol le naa? kyun vansh ka jo bhi shady business hai, usko hadappne mein lage ho tum log?

INN MUMMY KO SACHMEIN KOIIIIIIIIIIII AUR KAAM NAHI HAI. KAASH MAIN LIFE MEIN ITNI LUKHI HOTI.

SEJAL IS DUMB AF FOR MULTIPLE REASONS. she can just spit the gag out. she can just undo this loose af knot. she can just kick the wet wall down. but no, she's still just lolling about there like a fucking idiot. but i guess it’s to be expected, hai toh riddhima ki hi best friend. sangat ka asar hoga.

at this point i’m bored with this dumbassery and admiring this outfit of riddhima's. quite nice. bringing out her curves veryyyy nicely.

kabir gonna be hella mad when he discovers mom didn't cover riddhima well enough YET AGAIN.

finally smarty-salwar (desi version of smartypants, you see) has discovered ki deewaar geeli hai.

abbbbbbbbbbe yaaaaaaaar, yeh toh priyadarshan ki pictureon ke climax se bhi zyaada convoluted hota jaa raha hai.

shukar, dadi ne riddhima ko bulaakar sabki jaan bacha li.

ofc, mandatory havan pooja blah blah of the week. also, vansh is returning tomorrow it seems.

sis already smiley wiley over it like a goddamn fool.

which siya clicked and sent to bhai. my god, you alllllllll really need to get a goddamn life, than just sitting around constantly obsessing over these two's relationship. seriously, itne bade ghar mein rehte ho. thoda aur paisa kharch karo, cable lagwaalo, ipl dekho, kuch toh aur entertainment ho tum logon ki life mein.

pfffffffffffffffffffffffffft. yeh insaan kitni baar kitne disguises mein iss ek hi ghar mein ghusega???? in the first few eps i watched, they were like THIS WHOLE AREA HAS CELL PHONE JAMMERS AND BLAH BLAH ITNI SECURITY, AND YEH DEKHO, KOI BHI MULTIPLE TIMES AA JAA RAHA HAI. this mansion is never destined to have a competent security staff, no matter which show.

OH BHAIII, HAR BAAR DRAMATICALLY MASK NIKAALNE KI ZAROORAT NAHI HAI. SAMAJH GAYE KI TUM HI HO. LITERALLY NO ONE ELSE WANTS TO ENTER THIS DAMN HOUSE THIS MUCH.

also wow, he just casually murdered the real badri. #RIPBadri

riddhima has the memory of a goldfish. baar baar bhool jaati hai ki sejal is somewhere in captivity in this house and just goes back to doing whatever rando ghar ke kaam.

i don't recall this place looking so damn fugly in ib. inn serial waalo ka set decoration ka kamaal hoga.

kabir ko bhi riddhima waala syndrome hai kya? instead of looking for sejal, sach mein pooja waale kaamon mein jutt gaya.

iss se zyaada kya ready hona hai siya ko???? anyway, whatever.

real subtle.

yeh lo. inka abhi tk khatam nahi hua.

also lmao did they break down the wall they built so painstakingly to get her out? sach mein what fucking duffersssssssssss these two are.

arre waah, such khaatirdaari.

“itne bhi bure nahi hain hum ke kisi ki jaan le lein.” huh, sure coulda fooled me.

itniiiiiiiiiii concentration lagti hai isko paani glaas mein daalne ke liye ki he didn't notice sejal hid her wholeass watch inside the plate of food. literally a single brain cell waala organism.

i hate him and i need to see either vansh or kabir fucking beat the shit outta this fool. bohutttttttt hi irritating hai.

lol give us more of vishal yaar, he's the most entertaining actor here, with the accents and disguises and all.

worst kidnapper of the year award goes to this chachi, who is absolutely fucking useless. auntyji, you've been yelling the same thing at sejal since yesterday, ek bhi baar khayaal nahi aaya, ki chalo koi aur tactic use karein???

SHE JUST LITERALLY LEFT A WHOLE SHATTERED PLATE OF FOOD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALL AND WALKED AWAY. WTF IS WRONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG WITH THIS WHOLE FAMILY? THEY ALLLLLLLL ACT LIKE ALIENS WHO ARE PRETENDING TO BE HUMAN. EK BHI HARKAT NORMAL NAHI HAI INKI.

hein?????????? bhaag gayi sejal??

oh nope. aryan shifted to chachi's room. kudos to his upper body strength ki he picked up a whole semi-conscious woman INSIDE a bulkyasssss cardboard box and brought her up here from the basement without even breaking a sweat!

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO VANSH RAISINGHANIA - GRUFFFFFF GANGSTA MAN - FORWARDS PICS TO WIFEY AND CALLS THEM “CUTE” WITH EMOJIIIIIIIIIS. bhai kuch toh rep maintain kar le.

aaye haaaye, red velvet cake lag raha hai. (lmaooooo i think uss anon ki nazar lag gayi, who said ki thank god they style vansh only in neutrals and navys.)

ALSO MY GOD I HATE THIS FUCKING SCARF IN HIS LAPEL THING HE HAS GOING IT LOOKS REALLY BAD. PLS STOP WITH IT.

husband man is getting very flirrrrrrrrrty.

wife bhi koi kam nahi. good jobbbbbbb. now fuck.

(omg how fucking long will i have to wait for that????????/ will this show even let them fuck, or will they just keep playing murder and revenge games endlessly without anyyyyyyyyy payoff for me??!?!!?)

watch maarofying lashkaaras like anything.

“yeh sejal ki ghadi hai!!!!!!!!!! matlab yeh mera brahm nahi tha!”

yeah sis, this is exaaactly what you said yesterday also, when you heard her voice. when the fuck you ever gonna remember to FOLLOW UP on this brand new discovery you keep making every 12 hours??????????

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

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cyclist-of-guilt · 4 years

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NoiShin for the latest ship ask me. Go all out, my friend.

Thanks friend you know what I need and want.

General:

How long will they last? - Till Hell freeze

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - fucking lightspeed but both are too dumb to realise

How was their first kiss? - I guess it was when she was healing him after he took the explosion on himself so dramatic as FUCK

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Noi as a joke about how they can’t form contracts since Chidurama is gone and maybe then should go human way. Shin panicked and has no idea how they ended up legally married (as opposed to their usual married couple without knowing they're married for years selfs).

Who is the best man/men? - Shin has no friends so he either asked Fujita (who would break down crying), Chota (he’s crying too but less than Fujita) or Shou-san (best idea only person with brain cells in the family). En insists it should be him.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - of course Ebisu who is dressed af, Turkey who is very supportive but still wears the ugglies shoes to wedding and Nikaido who has no fucking idea why she should go

Who did the most planning? - En (his plan involve an accident to happen to Shin) and Chota let’s be real

Who stressed the most? -Fujita Shin

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck (if only they are responsible for planning)| 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. (If Chota and En gets their way)

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - En obviously but he sneaked in as Kikurage or Chota’s companion,

Sex:

Who is on top? - Noi

Who is the one to instigate things? - Noi, Shin is shy boy

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - we know they can go killing for days so I guess LONG ASS TIME (pun intended)

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - YES (not only if Noi is in hard dom mode)

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory (but not in public)

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - oh god on one hand their biological kids would be beautiful cute little monsters but on the other we already have Ebisu as example why they shouldn’t be allowed to look after kids. So maybe 1 since they both are single kids

How many children will they adopt? - 1.I think this is way how they actually could have kids like they find some powerful half-magic user kid or kid that became orphan after the rain

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? -Shin

Who is the stricter parent? - Shin

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - neither lmao they teach their kid what they know the best

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Shin

Who is the more loved parent? - idk

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Shin who made sure to wear shirt with more subtle blood splatters on to assert dominance

Who cried the most at graduation? -Shin but he denies it he has mask on you can’t prove shit

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - uncle En is the law so Noi would be so proud

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? -Shin he at least knows some cooking that his dad teached him, Noi is Ojou-sama she has chiefs to do it for her

Who is the most picky in their food choice? -neither they can eat trash if it's deep fried

Who does the grocery shopping? - neither they live in mansion after all

How often do they bake desserts? - maybe younger Shin tried to learn to bake to surprise Noi but it turned out horrible so he gave up

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - they need a lot of proteins

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Shin since he at least remembers anniversaries

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Noi

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? -Noi

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - both in turns

Who is really against chores? - neither they’are both pretty well functioning adults for adrenaline junkies

Who cleans up after the pets? - Shin. GuraGura is his dog

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Noi

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - neither

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Shin

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Noi

Who takes the dog out for a walk? -both but Shin more frequently

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays damneddays? - Neither they’re here to get free food and go home to chill

What are their goals for the relationship? - be together forever and fight strong enemies

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - they work at night so both

Who plays the most pranks? - Noi

#reply #gooberinomcgee

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nodesiretogrowup · 5 years

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ok, time for a semi-thought out review-spoilers below

I knew that the captain badge thingy Lunaris gave Penny (I shall use this nickname because her name is too damn long) was some type of control device. That scene reminded me too much of Mark giving Gizmoduck that Waddle badge for it to just be a coincidence.

I am LIVING for Lunaris’ dramatic, theatrical voice! He is 100% THAT BITCH

HERE’S HOW PHOOEY DUCK CAN STILL WIN

You know you’re in for a good time when Dewey and Webby team up. I guess old men in Disney shows CAN’T have models in bottles.

The different family members that Scrooge has pictures of all over are super sweet. No matter what he claims, Scrooge is a family man.

It’s super cute that Huey was sending postcards. He’s a good boi.

I wonder if Donald’s head is that hard or if the cell walls are really soft.

I bet those visors on the helmets that go over the Moonlander’s eyes are some kind of mind-control devices

I think Lunaris WANTED Donald and Penny to find his secret war room. He sensed her hesitation. Plus if Donald was SO IMPORTANT TO him, Lunaris probably would have taken Donald to the mines personally.

You like Della don’t you, Penny? *smug Spongebob face*

Dewey is 110% THAT BITCH. He and Drake need to hangout sometime.

“We’re both the bad cop.” Webby, sweetie...

Dew-tective. Dewey is pun-sexual

Donald/Cheesy Postcards is otp. But who is he sending those cheesy postcards to? Or does he just collect them?

The lighting in the noir scene was AMAZING.

Oh Webby, you were so close

“He’s your uncle too.” “WHAT CASE?!” I love my red son.

Poor Donald. It’s not his fault he’s so squishy. We can’t all be Darkwing Duck tough.

Gibbous is lucky to have Zenith. I want more of the two of them. They are adorable

“Almost pleasurable to hit” ...no comment. Also Donald makes the same sound as Spongebob when he’s hit. Therefor Donald must be part sponge and that is how he can take so much damage.

“Inflicting pain is fun!”-Frank’s motto

“This is your moment, Gibbous.”

THAT WINK! MY LITTLE BI HEART COULDN’T HANDLE IT!

Penny’s directions are HORRIBLE. I hope she never has to lead anyone else anywhere.

Their plan was SUCH a kid logic plan. I LOVE IT.

The mailwoman is GORGEOUS AND I LOVE HER.

“Bill, bill, bill. Man, being an adult is not fun.” I feel personally attacked

I think Mr. Jones could have worded his letter better. Also, I keep getting bills from my therapist even though I already paid them so that hit close to home as well.

Donald is too thicc for the vent system.

This scene has THE BEST DONLAD FACES EVER!

The moon scorpion is ADORABLE and I LOVE IT. I bet that little guy is gonna give Donald his superpowers. It followed Donald and helped him out when he was (sometimes literally) in a tight spot.

I WANT TO CUDDLE WITH DONALD!

“Oooo, seedy.” Webby, hon, we need to talk. Dewey in the background freaking out over the roach was great.

Dewey, darling, you do not have spy skills. We still love you anyway.

Webby is 200% THAT BITCH. I feel like the fake backstory was probably a reference to something but I’m not sure what. The locket thing made me think of Anne. Webby is COMMITTED to her backstories.

DO NOT TOUCH! (DEWEY!!) What has Dewey done with that uniform to warrant such a warning?

Dewey, there is a time and place for your own theme song. This was neither.

Webby, please never change.

Donald’s file is as dummy thicc as he is. I hate myself.

I DEMAND A PLUSH OF DT17 DONALD. NOW.

Donald has entered DAD MODE (™)

I wish Donald would gently rock me to sleep. And tuck me in. And give me a kiss on the cheek.

“Aw, phooey”-because you can’t say “Fuck me” on the Disney Channel

MOONY TO THE RESCUE (I’ve named them and I am TOTALLY ATTACHED/EMOTIONALLY BONDED WITH THEM).

DAT ASS

Would beds made of gold be comfortable?

DANCE, DONALD, DANCE

“Help me look for them. But DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING.” Penny, you need to work on your leadership skills.

I wish we could get a closer look at Lunaris’ “Most Dangerous” list. The man is thorough. Organization goals.

I didn’t see Beakley, Webby, or Launchpad on there. Darkwing isn’t on there either, but he’s brand new so that one makes sense.

It made me very happy to see Lunaris continue to get beat up. Not as tough as you act, ya bastard. And he’s a dumbass for not using the dummy first, then testing on one of the moon mites, and ENDING with himself. Do you even science, bro?

The pic of Donald with the eggs warmed my heart. :’)

It’s adorable that Dewey thinks that he’s a detective/spy and that he could get the jump on anyone, much less Webby.

LET THE POOR DUCK HAVE A BREAK! HASN’T HE SUFFERED ENOUGH?!

HOW DARE THAT BASTARD HURT MY MOON WIFE!

“Great victory comes with great sacrifice.” I do NOT like the sound of that.

DONALD IS A DETERMINED MOTHER FUCKER.

I really feel like Donald is the best fighter in the show. Even when he’s in pretty bad shape, Donald can take a punch without getting KO’d. He’s good at evading hits. Jim and Drake may be able to take more damage, but Donald can avoid getting hurt in the first place. Well, at least in a fight.

Lunaris is what Magica and Glomgold think they are. He’s cold, calculating, and organized. He can get inside someone’s head to find out how they work. He knows a person’s emotional weakness and will dig into it. I think Donald might end up throwing off his game because Donald reacts much differently to emotional stress than most. Others breakdown and are at their most vulnerable. But Donald channels the emotions into energy and is arguably at his most powerful.

I think Webby may have a problem remembering what is real and what she made up.

Dewey might have the same problem.

Scrooge, you need to accept the you are old. OLD AS BALLS.

The #1 therapist mug is great. I also like that they once again took a character from the comics and gave them an upgrade. Though Mr. Jones seems like he should be in anger management as well.

If we needed anymore proof that Donald is a FUCKING FORCE OF NATURE, Mr. Jones’ office gives us a pretty good idea of what Donald is capable of. Little guy can pack a punch.

That speech, man. That PERFECTLY explains who Donald is and why he does what he does. I cried when Mr. Jones was explain how much Donald loves his family overlayed with Donald himself backing up those words. POETIC CINEMA! T_T

Donald out-maneuvering Lunaris shows what Donald is best at-reading a situation and adjusting his tracticts/plan. He’s pretty good at thinking on his feet and unlike the majority of the other characters, Donald knows when he’s out-matched. That’s why he and Della were such a good team. Della was the brawn while Donald was the brains.

DONALD IS TOO STUBBORN TO DIE. And Moony is soooo in there with him.

“There goes the bravest man on two worlds.” Truer words have never been spoken. He might be the most stubborn as well.

SCROOGE, YOU CALLOUS CORKSCREW DICK! YOU ARE PROBABLY THE CAUSE OF 90% OF THAT ANGER. YOU SHOULD PAY.

“Because he loves us.” I’M NOT CRYING, YOU’RE CRYING!

Y’all were SO CLOSE!

The look Scrooge gets when he’s listening to Donald’s message, he KNOWS something is up.

Donald is off to Canada (old SU meme is old.

Seriously though, Scrooge is kind of a prick in this episode. He brushes off a lot of stuff about Donald, like the therapy. I hope this is leading to something like Grunkle Stan and Dipper, that Scrooge is hard on Donald because he sees a lot of himself in his nephew. Both have anger issues and both have unique speech pattern. I’m sure Scrooge has dealt with people not being understand him due to his accent many times.

I like that they didn’t make a joke out of Donald receiving therapy. If this were an “adult” show, the show/characters would probably mock Donald for going. But here it’s presented as a good thing and that Donald is mature and a good person for reaching out for help. The fact that he did it to be a better parent...SO PURE AND WHOLESOME. DONALD IS BEST DAD!

#ducktales #dt spoilers #donald duck #MY HEART!!!#DONALD IS BEST BOI

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szopenhauer · 4 years

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it seems that the average survey-taker is a white american female, aged 15-19, who has a car, a cell phone, and an extensive social circle. is this true for you? I’m a white female but not from America and I’m much older, have no car nor friends, just cellphone

have you seen any silent films? I love Buster Keaton

would you rather be an actor, director, or soundtrack producer? actress and director

have you seen nbc’s ‘hannibal’? thoughts? (if you haven’t, do you want to?) no and don’t want to, yuk

on websites where you’re permitted to change your username, do you do so often, or do you keep the same one for long periods of time? I usually change after a few months

does your computer have a name? I didn’t call this annoying piece of shit anyhow but maybe if I had a better computer...

are you eager to see how far science + technology will advance, or do you prefer an older way of doing things? do you think we are better off with these advancements, or not? I wish we had choice, I would like the world to be balanced, a bit of this and a bit of that, some advancements are necessary, some are cool but some are awful

what is your favourite comic book or graphic novel? does your favourite novel come in comic-book form? (if not, would you like it to?) I don’t read comics but from those I ever tried my fav manga was Doubt, webcomic (those I saw several but I forgot most of the titles by now) - Lackadaisy and I am fan of Aldebaran and Betelgeza

Any friends who are constantly venting about their boyfriend?: it was common - me listening complains about my crush’es exes or current boyfriends/lovers/crushes

Have you ever been ice-skating?: once, in high school, didn’t like it

Does the sound of rain at night help you sleep?: yeah

Did the end of Public Enemies make you sad?: I didn’t finish the movie

Do you obsessively apply lip-gloss or lip balm?: ewww, not at all

Do you think you’d have what it takes to shoot someone if you had to protect yourself?: I believe

What’s your most noticeable flaw?: ugh...

Have you ever walked into a massive cobweb? yes and that was awful because it was full of dead bugs

When you can tell that someone’s lying, do you call them out on it?: often

How many other blogs do you follow on Tumblr?: more than 300

Does it ever scare you how fast time can go by?: could say so

Have you ever replied “OK” when someone confessed they liked you?: possibly :x

What does your grandma call you?: sigh...

What would you do for immortality and infinite youth?: dunno, definitely wouldn’t sell my soul or kill an innocent person but I would do some stuff for immortality

Would you rather have a pool or a hot tub?: neither

Have you ever worn a nipple tassel?: haven’t

Ever played hide and seek in the woods on horseback at night?: wow, that’s weirdly specific and now I want this somehow :o

Have you ever held a baby chick?: wild bird’s babies and I regret that because it’s not helfpul for them actually

Do you think wine tastes like rotten fruit? yep

Have you ever felt the need to hide something about yourself?: sometimes, from certain people, I should be myself most of the time tho

Do you think pearls are attractive?: umm...

Have you ever wished you had a different name? Which name would you choose? but I like male ones more or non polish

Have you ever customised an item of clothing? I designed and my mom helped me, made changes for me

Do you prefer drawing or painting? prefer to draw but look at paintings

Are you saving up for anything right now? What? if I could/had money to save then I would save for a bike, laptop, my own apartment etc.

Do you own any figurines? cats, dogs, elephants, clowns, horses and others

If you have any siblings, how much rivalry is between you all? it’s complicated

When did you last have itchy eyes? recently

Is it dark outside right now? it’s getting darker

Do you prefer framed photos or just sticking photos straight onto walls? I prefer them in an album, takes less space

What’s your favourite type of cake? used to love sękacz the most

Have you ever woken up from a dream and believed it to have been real? I was confused

If there’s a bug in your room, can you sleep or do you need to get it out? it depends on how annoying/dangerous it is

Do you prefer travelling alone or with people? I like to travel with my dad

What was the last baby animal you saw? pic or irl?

Do you give people high fives or hugs more often? hugs

How long have you known the last person you kissed? I knew her 10 years ago for awhile then we lost contact until this spring

When angry, do you get loud or quiet? depends

What do you currently hear right now? my parents talking

Who of the opposite sex has seen you at your worst? dad

Last person you saw? parent

Did you have a nap today? nope

Are you easy to get along with? am not

When was the last time you were told you were cute? recently my gf called me cute and I’m like Catra about it

Have you ever forgotten to put on an oven mitt before you took something extremely hot out of the oven? not over, just hot pot

Do you own one of those airwick things that automatically sprays every few minutes? hell no

How many light bulbs are on in the room you are currently in? 3, one doesn’t work

Have you ever had your phone taken away at school before? almost, teacher heard it calling but before they found out who’s phone that was it stopped ringing and I was safe

Do you look better with or without glasses? I’m always ugly

What is your favorite type of bird? chicken, owl, flamingo, crow, barn swallow...

Did you go fishing a lot when you were younger? Do you now? I hate fishing, never been nor will go

Do you like more flowery scents or more clean scents? no scents, thank you Do you own a manual or electric toothbrush? manual, electric are horrible Preferred brand of toothpaste? m current is Meridol Piece of make-up you cannot live without? I can live without it

Do you prefer heels or flats? flats are more comfy but I know how to walk in heels, just don’t like to

Do you eat meat? yep Do you still watch cartoons regularly? I recently started watching She-ra with my gf but before that I didn’t watch any animated shows for a long time (just fragments/episodes maybe) Do you leave the TV on and sleep to it? never Ever considered cannibalism? r u serious?... this is scary, I’m gonna puke :x Ever licked a battery? I’m not stupid What does your name mean? lily which was also going to be my name Do animals go to Heaven? hope so Babies are… irritating

When was the last time you saw a doctor? it would be easier to say when I didn’t because I see them too often Do you know anyone who is a firefighter? used to What was the last wedding you went to? my sister’s

What’s your favourite alcoholic beverage? blergh... Do you “binge-watch” tv shows? two episodes a day max What is your opinion of clowns? love Did you wear a necklace today? not today How old are your parents? about 60 What’s something odd you do when you’re anxious or nervous? personal Have you ever received a compliment from a stranger? I have, more than one time Is your wardrobe big enough for all your clothes? it’s not Do you plan ahead when it comes to your outfits? nah Have you ever shaved your face? I shaved my eyebrows (not whole) What colour is your front door? silver with white paint coming off Do you take the stairs or the elevator? stairs Would you ever try herbal medicine as opposed to conventional medicine? I tried Do you wear open-toed shoes? I despise those Have you ever been to a petting zoo? yeah, I was petting a raccoon <3 and chinchillas are so surprisingly fluffy When was the last time you wore a button up shirt? weeks ago How many times have you consumed alcohol? once Do you often forget what you were just about to say? ocassionally when interrupted What’s your opinion of Australia? wouldn’t go there Do you own any striped sweaters? absolutely :) Have there ever been any forest or grass fires in your area? as every summer, also trash burn quite often

What color is the trash can in your kitchen? yellow What does the cover on the last book you read look like? it has two people sitting in front of each other Do you wear green on St. Patrick’s Day? I don’t celebrate this holiday, I dislike it Are you even Irish? not even partially Have you ever gotten a wig? What did it look like and what was it for? I have a bunch of wigs How often do you use a shower cap? What does yours look like? I don’t own any If you wanted to get a cat, would you adopt from a shelter or buy from a breeder? Why? but I don’t want a cat What’s the shortest you’d be willing to cut your hair? almost bald? What do you do when you find a spiderweb in your room? leave it be or clean it

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seabasstrash · 5 years

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Music to my Ears~C.E.

Word Count- 2250

Warnings- fluff (do i write anything other than that?? lol)

A/N- I’m sorry this has taken me so long to get up!! My cousin was with me for basically two weeks and then I managed to get sick yesterday and basically laid in bed and didn’t move lol. ALSO this is my first Chris Evans imagine so hopefully it’s good!! Anywho I hope you enjoy this!! I wasn’t too sure about the ending and then I added some more once I typed it out and I think I actually do like it. Had to use this gif because of the ending lol

*PICS/GIFS NOT MINE*

You were sitting in your apartment with the windows open because it was actually nice outside. You had just gotten off work and were relaxing on the couch. You had decided to put your all time favorite Disney movie on, Tangled. This was a movie you had seen so many times, enough times that you could quote the movie and sing along with all the songs. You weren’t even embarrassed that you were a full grown adult and could sing along and quote a Disney movie. It was your favorite way to de-stress after a long day at work so you did it a lot.

So your apartment was on the third floor so you figured no one would really hear you singing along to the movie. My how wrong you were. You were in fairly busy part of town which also happened to be where they were filming a new rom-com movie, which was starring Chris Evans. One of your favorite actors ever. You were hoping to, at some point, run into him and at least get to talk with him for a little bit.

You were NEVER expecting to see him standing at your door that night. You had heard a knock on your door so you paused the movie and went to look through the peephole to see who it was. Your breath caught in your through when you saw THE Chris Evans standing there. Your heart starting pounding because you were nervous, but you also thought that it couldn’t be real and that this was just some dream you were having. You thought maybe you feel asleep on your couch and your brain was just helping you de-stress by having Chris show up in your dreams.

After what felt like ages, you finally opened the door. And yes it was Chris Evans standing there. You still thought this was a dream, there’s no way that he could be standing at your front door right now. Like what could this possibly mean??

“Hi, uh, hello?” you stuttered out, trying not to show how excited/nervous you were.

“Uh, hi, so this is really random, but I couldn’t help but overhear you singing along to your movie and I just wanted to say that you have a lovely voice.” he smiles at you.

Internally you were screaming because “OH MY GOD THE CHRIS EVANS JUST TOLD ME I HAVE A LOVELY SINGING VOICE!” But externally you smiled and said, “Uh… thanks, I guess.” Then you realized he was still standing outside. “Do you want to come in?”

“I actually have to get back to work, I just wanted to tell you that you have a lovely voice.” he smiles and starts to turn around.

“Oh, ok, well thank you again.” you say before he turns all the way around to go back down the stairs.

You slowly shut the door, still not believing that that just happened. Your heart was still racing as you sat back on your couch.

“You grabbed your phone and went to text your best friend.

“So...I just met Chris Evans…”

“UMMM WHAT???”

“I’m not even sure if that was real life or if I’m still dreaming”

“Wait, what happened though?”

“I got home and was watching Tangled and I had my windows open. So I was, obviously, singing along with it and I hear a knock on my door. I open i and he’s just standing there. He told me I had a lovely singing voice and then I left.”

“Woah… That doesn’t sound real.”

“It doesn’t feel real! Lol”

You couldn’t get over what happened that day. You didn’t see him again for the next week, not that you thought you’d actually see him and get to talk to him again, but a girl could dream.

You kept leaving your windows open and blaring Disney music in hopes that he would come to your apartment again. Sadly it never happened. So, you started looking around the sets just to see if you could see him, but you could never find him anywhere.

You were bummed about it, but you tried not to let it get you down too much. After a week and a half passed you got back to your normal routine of things and kind of forgot about that meeting.

Then one day as you were walking home from work you hear, “Hey! Disney girl!” You turn around and look to see who was yelling only to see Chris making his way towards you.

“Hey yourself!” You grin as he gets closer to you. “Haven’t seen you around recently…”

“Yeah, I had some press releases that we had to record for Avengers, so I was gone for that.” He breathes out as he finally makes it to you.

“Oh ok!” You say with a big smile on you face.

“Were you worried or something?” He grins mischievously at you.

You blush and look down trying to think of something to say but you were too worried about him seeing you blushing than anything else.

“I’m just kidding! Are you busy right now?” He asks, placing his hand on your arm.

The spot where his hand touched your arm sent sparks throughout the whole left side of your body, which made you blush even more.

“I...uh...I’m…not doing anything. No. I was just on my way back from work. Why?” You look up at him questioningly.

“Perfect! I’ll meet you at your place in about 15 minutes. Sound good?”

“Uh...yeah, I guess!” You respond.

“Great!” He squeezes your arm and then turns around and walks away.

You were so confused on what happened, then it hit you that you had clothes and other things just thrown everywhere in you apartment. If Chris was coming to your apartment you at least needed to make it look halfway decent. You rushed home and threw your bag and purse down and got to putting away all your clothes. You put on some Disney music while you did that to help ease your racing heart.

Soon enough Chris was knocking on your door. You ran and opened it with the biggest smile on your face.

“Hi” You said breathlessly. “Come in.”

“Hi to you too…?” He kind of questions.

“Oh my god! Y/N,my names Y/N!!” You exclaim completely forgetting that he still didn’t know your name.

“Y/N… pretty name for an even prettier woman.” He walks into your apartment and starts looking around. Not noticing what he did to you by saying that.

You were speechless, one, because Chris freaking Evans was in your apartment and, two, because he just called you pretty. You could have sworn that your cheeks were as red as tomatoes.

You watched as he looked at all the pictures you had up on your walls. They were mostly pictures of your family with some of your friends mixed in as well.

“I love all these pictures. Makes it feel more homey in here.” Chris looks over at you.

“Yeah it’s one of the first things I did when I moved in. It makes me miss my family less too.” You reply.

“Is this your family?” He asks pointing to a picture of you and your brothers with your mom.

“Yeah, my three brothers and my mom. All some of my very best friends.” You say excitedly.

“Oh yeah? Are they older or younger than you?” He asks about your brothers.

“Well, Y/B/N is 3 years older than me, then it was good ol’ me, then came Y/B/N, who is 5 years younger than me, and last is Y/B/N, 7 years younger than me.” You point to each one as you say their names.

“And if you don’t mind me asking, where’s your dad?” He looks at you quizzically.

“Well, we don’t really have a great relationship. Haven’t really since my parents split in 2013…” You trail off not really wanting to get into that whole story right away.

“Drink?” You ask changing the subject.

“Water’s fine!” He says noticing how you shut down a little. He didn’t want to push anything so he let it go.

You came back in with two cups of water and handed him his glass. Once he grabbed his you motioned for him to have a seat.

You both sat on the couch and talked about your lives. You talked about how you went to school six hours away from your family and fell in love with the new city and ended up staying. Chris told you about how he started his acting career and how much he loved it.

Then you guys talked about your likes and dislikes and anything and everything else you could think of. As the night went on you found yourself leaning closer and closer to Chris. You weren’t doing it on purpose, it was just a natural response.

Eventually it was late enough that your eyes were getting heavy and listening to Chris talk about Dodger was making it easy for you to just close your eyes. Which is what you did. You fell asleep on Chris. That was not your plan at all, but you couldn’t help it, he was just so comfy and relaxing.

Chris kept talking and then eventually he realized you had stopped responding so he looked down to see you asleep. He smiled at how cute and innocent you looked. He didn’t want to move you too much because he didn’t want to wake you up. So he slowly got up and moved you so you were laying on the couch. He looked around for a blanket to cover you. He found your Harry Potter blanket and draped it around you.

He found a pen and some paper and left you a note along with his cell number. Then he grabbed his jacket and as quietly as possible opened the door and walked down to his hotel room.

As he walked down the street he thought about how well the night went. He couldn’t believe how much you guys talked about. It felt like he has known you for years with how easy it was to talk to you. He hoped that you felt the same way and would call him.

*NEXT MORNING*

You woke up wondering where the heck you were. You didn’t really remember falling asleep on the couch last night so you were really confused. Then you remembered that Chris had come over last night.

“Oh god! I must have fallen asleep.” You say out loud to no one in particular. You got up and went to grab something to eat when you noticed a note on your table. You reach over and grab it.

It reads, “Y/N, I had the loveliest time tonight with you! I hope we can do it again soon!” Followed with his phone number.

You smiled as you read the note. Well at least he enjoyed it even though you fell asleep. You grabbed yourself something to eat and then decided to text Chris. You weren’t sure if he was working now or not so you figured texting would be easier.

*LATER*

You were just sitting on your couch watching TV when you hear a knock on your door. You get up not expecting anyone to be here. When you open the door you see Chris standing there.

“Hi.” You smile up at him.

“Hi, yourself.”

“Come on in,” you gesture, “I’m so sorry for falling asleep last night! I was not meaning to do that!”

“It’s alright, it was late and you were tired. It’s not your fault!”

“I know, I just feel bad. And I was having such a good time, I didn’t want you to think I was bored or anything because I didn’t…” you kept mumbling until you felt Chris’s hands on your cheeks. You stopped mid-sentence and looked up into his eyes.

“It’s alright Y/N. It’s not that big a deal.”

“OK.” You breath out.

“Can I… can I kiss you?” he asks hesitantly.

You just nod, not sure you’d be able to get the words out with your heart beating as fast as it was. Chris leaned down and soon enough his lips were on yours. You move your arms so they are wrapped around his neck and your fingers go to his hair at the nape of his neck. His hands moved down to your waist to pull you closer to him as things got a little more heated. Before things could go any further you started giggling.

Chris pulled away and looked at you funny while he tried to even his breathing.

“What’s so funny, giggly?”

“I’m sorry...this isn’t that funny….I just…my friends are gonna flip when they find out I just kissed THE Chris Evans!” You can’t hold in your giggles, which in turn makes Chris start to laugh.

He couldn’t get over how cute your laugh sounded. It sounded like music to his hears and he wanted to listen to it forever.

“Well, we can’t have them telling you it didn’t happen.” He says and pulls his phone out and leans over to give your cheek a kiss and snaps a picture of the two of you. He sends it to you and you just start giggling even more as you send the message to your friends. Then before you know it his lips are back on yours again.

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starrybennz · 6 years

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Little Secret

Pairing: Vampire! Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 2,648

Rating: M

Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Oral Sex, Biting, (kinda) Dirty Talk

Author’s Note: I’ve never written on tumblr like this or written a BTS x Reader story before so I hope this is good. I usually write on AO3, so I hope this format is good. This is for A & B on @bang-tan-bitch cause their stories are amazing and partially helped inspire me to actually sit down and write this. (Also I’m sorry some of this isn’t the most original thing, but I tried my best lol.)

Today was Halloween, your friends had dared you to go spend the night in a haunted house.

The Kim House had been abandoned for about a century now. Everyone believed that the house was cursed because the youngest brother made a deal with a demon cursing the family to never be able to leave the house again--or something like that, you couldn’t really remember all that well what happened. But you did know that many people said that the ghosts of the three brothers are rumored to still be there, stuck in the house to this day.

While your friends believed the story, you didn’t buy it. You figured it was a story to keep little kids away from a structurally unsound house (come on, it is a century old, it can’t be safe after all this time). Plus, all that supernatural stuff wasn’t real. It was just some stuff people used in the past to explain how normal stuff happened. Ghosts, demons, vampires--all that stuff was just a myth.

Your friends told you to take video of you enter and leaving the house, and texting them an update every once and while by text. They wanted you, the most skeptical person of the rumor, to be the one to prove or disprove it. So you were to head to the house for the night with only a sleeping bag, flashlight, portable charger, and, of course, your cell phone.

As the sun started to set you started to make your way to the house. You walked through a small spanse of trees and onto the cobbles pathway that led to the large house. The gates were slightly open giving enough space for you to easily lip through. You slowly walked up to the door, taking in the expanse of time worn bricks and vines growing up the walls of the house. The windows were dusty and opaque. You waited on the steps of the house until the sun was almost completely down, only then opening up your phone to take the video of you entering the house.

Once the video started, you turned the camera toward yourself and made a peace sign.

“Here, goes a night wasted sitting in an abandoned house,” you say as you grasp the door knob adjusting the camera toward the doorway so your friends will be able to see the furniture and everything inside.

As you scan the camera over the room you take in the sight in front of you. The furniture is all covered in large clothes and thick layers of dust making them gray and musty. There are there are tables next to every piece of furniture with candles on each one. There’s a large wooden staircase leading to a second floor and hallway off to the side. You turn off your camera and decide that you probably just stick to the main room and not chance getting hurt exploring. Your about to set up your sleeping bag when your phone buzzes.

Bestie: hey u gotta find the ghost

You: uh there’s no ghost? cause they’re not real

Bestie: uhhuh have you checked all the rooms??

You: no?? I don’t wanna fall through the floor tf??

Bestie: u won’t fall thru the floor, i won’t stop bothering u unless you send me pics of AT LEAST like 10 rooms cause that place is hugeee

You: but I was just planning on staying in the main room

Bestie: plssss just visit every room and then i’ll leave u alone for the night

You: fine but if I die it’s your fault and you’ll pay for my funeral

Bestie: uhhuh now go find that ghost!

You walked down the hallway on the first floor first carefully opening the 6 rooms and snapping pictures. They were all just guest rooms and storage closets (there’s nothing supernatural about dusty mops). There was also a dining area at the end of the hall that connected to a kitchen. The dining room had a large table with at least 20 chairs, and kitchen was fully stocked with a million types of pots, pans, plates, and cutlery.

Once you make it back to the main room you begin to dread the fact you must head upstairs.

You walk over to the the stairs and cautiously place your foot on the first step. When you have all your weight on it, it doesn’t even creak. That is strange to you because with no upkeep and regular movement in the house the stair should be creaky. You continue up the stairs cautiously, but they all seem to be in perfect condition. You are met with 12 doors to check. You quickly go through 11 doors and are met with more dusty bedrooms, a few study rooms, and a library. As you are about to enter the last room on the floor, your phone flashes saying it about to die. You decide to head back downstairs to plug it into your charger.

After you plug in your phone, you decide to go back and check out the last room you’d missed. You head up the stairs once again and walk down the hall to the last room. You quietly open the door and peek inside. This room had a desk a small bed and a piano. You walk inside and look around noticing there was so little dust in the room compared to the others.

You slip into the seat of the piano, letting your fingers hover over the keys before pressing one. The note resonated in the deep silence of the room. You continue to let your fingers continue down the notes on the piano until you remember a song you learned once. Your bring your other hand up and begin playing Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, the only song your grandmother remembered and taught you how to play on the piano. You make a few mistakes, since it been a while since you played it, but you find yourself getting lost in the music as you continue to play and you get the feel of the piano again. You keep playing until you finish the song. Then you hear something.

More specifically, someone. Clapping.

You whip your head around and are met with a man seeming to be around your age. Your eyes narrow.

“Who are you?” you ask.

He smirks. “I think I’m the one who should be asking that question since this is my house, but since you played so beautifully I’ll answer you. My name is Taehyung.” He walks over to the bedside table to light a candle, illuminating the room with the orange light.

You laugh, “This can’t be your house, no one has lived here for a century.”

“Oh? You don’t know the story? Or you don’t believe it?”

You roll your eyes, “Ghosts don’t exist. That’s just a story they tell kids to keep them off the property.”

Taehyung smiles, “Whoever said I was a ghost? I’m just as alive as you. See?” He says grabbing your hand and pulling you up toward him.

You look up at him, studying his features. “Then what are you?”

“Tell me your name first.”

You stare at him in confusion. “Why do you want my name? It’s not important.”

“Well I’d just like to call you something other than ‘girl’ or ‘you there’,” he laughed.

You huffed a sigh, “Fine. I’m (y/n). Now answer my question, if this is your house and you’re not a ghost, what are you?”

Taehyung smiles wide and you notice something out of place in his teeth, were those…

“You’re a vampire?” you whisper quietly.

“Perceptive, girl,” he says moving toward the piano.

“Are you gonna kill me?”

“No, no,” he chuckles as he sits at the piano. “You’re the first person to come here since my family was killed. I’ve honestly just been lonely and find you very beautiful.”

You blush at his words. You’ve never been called beautiful, all the other girls are much prettier than you and always get the boys.

“I’m sorry your family got killed.That’s really terrible. Would you like to talk about it?” you ask, actually concerned for this boy.

“No, I’m over it now,” he says smiling sweetly at you. His smile was boxy and inviting. “But I really appreciate you asking about it, gorgeous.”

“I’m not beautiful. Stop saying that.”

Taehyung shakes his head at the statement. “Who told you that? I’ve seen many girls and none were quiet as beautiful as you. Just cause I’m a century old doesn’t mean I haven’t left this place. I gotta eat somehow,” he says with a wink

You shivered at the thought of him biting someone and feeding off of them and honestly wondered how it felt.

You look over his features more, taking in his golden, brown eyes. His plush pink lips, that just enticed you to kiss them and you imagined to be flush against your throat as he bit you. He deep brown hair, glistening in the candle light. You continued down looking at his torso, his shirt unbuttoned partially giving you some access to the tanned and smooth expanse of his chest, his collar bones prominent. Finally your eyes moved down farther, falling upon his crotch. It was--

It was then Taehyung chose to speak.

“Like what you see?”

Your eyes snapped back to his. “Uh.. yeah…” you say, wonder in your voice. “What does it feel like? To be bitten, that is.”

Taehyung chuckled at your curiosity. “I usually make try to make pretty pleasurable. Most time I go into town and pick up a girl under the pretense it’s just a hook-up and then I just drink enough to sustain myself and make her forget the night. The girls usually seem pretty pleased when I bite them so I assume it feels good.”

You nod, silently processing the information.

“Do you want to know how it feels?” he says, a playful glint present in his eyes.

You stare him down cautiously. “What are you offering me?”

Taehyung smiled sly, alluring smile. “What do you want me to offer?”

You decide to take the initiative, walking forward and sliding onto his lap, straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck, “Whatever you wanna give me.”

He grabs your chin, pulling you into a heated kiss, closing all the space between the two of you. You moan into his mouth as he proceeds to kiss you deeper.

You squeak in surprise as he picks you up and walks you over to the bed dropping you down onto the silky sheets. You watch him as he unbuttons the rest of his shirt, exposing the entirety of his chest and arms. His arms and chest were smooth and muscled, the tan of his skin looking golden in the candle light.

Taehyung moves to kneel over you on the bed, sliding his hand under your shirt, pushing it up over your breasts.

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” he breathes out as he begins to knead your breasts over your bra. “Whoever told you you weren’t beautiful, was so wrong. I can’t get enough of how beautiful you are.”

You hum as moves his knee between your legs and presses it against your cunt. He helps you pull your shirt and bra off, tossing them aside without a care. He leans down and presses open mouth kisses to your neck, slightly nipping at the skin there, as well.

“How are you feeling, beautiful? I wanna make you feel so good. Wanna make you feel beautiful,” Taehyung whispers into your ear.

“Feels so good, please I want more,” you pant, moving your hands to grasp at his pants, attempting to pull them off. “Wanna feel you. Wanna please you.”

He chuckles, leaning down to capture your lips, kissing you deeply. “Don’t worry, beautiful. You’re doing wonderfully.”

He unbuttons his pants, sliding them off along with his underwear. His cock was erect and dripping with pre-come. You moved to remove you own jeans and underwear as you began to feel your body heat up with more arousal.

Taehyung knelt down at the edge of the bed to swipe his tongue between your folds, pulling more soft breathy moans from your mouth as he repeated his action.

He moaned softly at the feeling of your heat and wetness on his tongue. He loved knowing he could make such a beautiful girl feel so good.

He removed himself from your cunt causing you to whimper a bit at the loss of stimulation. He chuckled as he got up to rearrange the two of you to the center of the bed. The two of you sat up and he pulled you in for another deep kiss, licking inside of your mouth. He pulled you to straddle his lap on your knees, snaking his arm around to slip his fingers into your tight heat.

Your breath hitched as you felt his fingers enter you, groaning his name into the kiss. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, pulling away from the kiss to latch on to the area between your neck and shoulder, sucking and nipping at it.

You began to move your hips to meet Taehyung’s fingers movements, sliding your hands up into his hair, lightly pulling at the dark strands.

“Taehyung, please,” you want feeling you orgasm near. “Want your cock.”

He unlatches from you neck with a smile. “You want me to fuck you, baby? Take my cock and mess you up ‘til you can't remember anything but my name and the feel of my cock,” he questioned as he removed his fingers.

“Please, god yes, I want it,” you whined, squirming due to the lack of stimulation. “Please, Taehyung, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he said, moving you to lay on the bed in front of him. “Ready, beautiful?”

You nod enthusiastically and gasp as you feel his cock enter you. Taehyung leans down to whisper deeply in your ear.

“You’re so tight around me, sucking me inside you. I love the way you feel around me,” he says, causing you to moan softly as he thrusts into you. He moves from you ear back to the spot on your neck he’d been focusing on before. He started to lick and nip at it again, while at the same time moving his hands to fondle your breasts, pinching your nipples.

Taehyung relished in your soft whimpers and moans as he continued to thrust into your heat. As you felt your orgasm nearing, you began to dig your nails into the skin of his back, your slick walls tightening around his cock.

You groaned as Taehyung’s thrusts hit harder and deeper as both your orgasms neared.

“‘M gonna come, Tae, please, bite me now, please,” you whined out, racking your nails down his back, his sweat loosening your grip.

Taehyung licked your neck one last time, then finally sinking his fangs into your neck. You feel a warmth spread through your neck through your body as you feel Taehyung take your blood. His hips come to a stop as he comes inside you, the combination of his bite and ejaculation triggering your own orgasm.

He continued to drink for a minute or so after both of your orgasms, releasing your neck and pressing soft kisses to the area afterward, as he removes his cock out of your cunt.

“Baby, you okay?” Taehyung asked, concern painting his features.

“Yeah, that was amazing,” you pant as you cuddle up to him. “I would totally do that again.”

He chuckles, “I’m glad, I’d love to have you here some more.” He kisses your head, pulling you close to his chest.

You smiled as you drifted off to sleep. You definitely were gonna tell your friends this place was empty, keeping Taehyung your little secret.

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MCU & SPIDERMAN: FAR FROM HOME SPOILERY REVIEW

This is my first, initial “review” of the latest MCU movie - “Spiderman. Far from Home”

SPOILERS, BEWARE! for “SPIDERMAN: FAR FROM HOME”

“Everywhere I go/look, I see his face/I am reminded of Tony”

The memorial video made by Peter’s HS friends. The comic cans, the online/getty pics used, the editing, the music choice “Dolly Parton’s “I will always love you” … from “The Bodyguard” by Whitney Houston” & images of Tony, Steve, Nat, Vision… Tony…

all the Ironman drawings/art on the classroom wall in Peters school (as he & Ned talk about the vacation plan)

the Ironman mural on the building wall… when Peter escapes to the roof… from the “press conference”

the film/video choices on the plane from Americas to Europe (next to: “Nova: Einstein Rosen Bridges” & “The Snap,” & “Finding Wakanda,” & “Hunting Hydra.”) is a 114 minute long Tony/Ironman docu/film… story

I am pretty sure there are also some pictures/posters/images on wall/screen at the airport, when they arrive in Europe... but I need to go watch it again (3rd time) to be sure. I think I saw it, but am not certain....

The murals (with flowers & lit candles) in Europe (Prague)…

Tony’s tech… everywhere

The EDITH integrated in Tony’s glasses...that are now Peter’s. He’s the next Tony Stark. He is the only one who can be trusted with the power - everyone else would just use it for their own good. The Tony glasses being basically a supporting character in the film... central in many scenes.

Tony’s friends & “enemies” (people, who remember/mourn him & people, who are jealous of him)

Things I noticed/The little things:

The BLIP “in memoriam” video edit made by Peter’s HS kids: The font was comic sans! The song choice was “I will always love you” by Whitney Houston from the film “The Bodyguard” (original: Dolly Parton), and the “in memoriam” part included images of Tony Stark... twice (first & last), Nat, Steve, VISION...and also others.... And biggest question here is... does this mean that Cap is considered dead? Does this mean his time travel shenanigans lead to him/the team listing him as one of the casualties... to not reveal the details of what really happened & to keep the time travel & other things... a secret?

BOH! MJs new favorite word. I loved how Peter used it back at MJ... when he doesn’t want to reveal what’s in the bag/box.

That “cat” in that one scene kinda looked like GOOSE, but only a little bit, so was it a random cat, or was it a “relative” of Goose? Maybe another flerken?

I absolutely loved how happy & excited Peter got when he was told that the multiverse is real, not just a theory (anymore). I’m kinda sad that it turned out to not be true... for now. (he’d love to learn about the multiverse, just like he’s now studying Thor, who was a myth before, in his physics class)

When Peter was betrayed by someone he trusted & had no one to turn to, who did he call...from Netherlands? Happy. He was the one person, who knew, knew him & could be trusted, and could help him. I’m glad he had that option...someone to turn to.

That tulip field in Netherlands was beautiful and all, but I was kinda sad to see that plane land there... and then hover above it..for a while...

Speaking of the plane: The Avengers Tower was sold & is now being re-built by someone else, The Avengers Headquarters was destroyed in Endgame & since Tony is gone (and everyone else ran away/went to hiding), I am not sure it’ll be re-built (we saw that the clan-up after the battle was happening... in the background...during the Endgame end scene where they set up the time travel platform by the lake). And now the airplane was destroyed in FFH. So lots of Tony’s tech (suit making machines & other tech) is destroyed now. And even though the introduction of EDITH suggests that he had many other labs & tech set up, “secretly” everywhere... still... it keeps getting destroyed. and since he’s not here to create anything new, all his work will soon be destroyed/gone if this keeps happening.

Peter stripped not once...but twice...in front of someone... a girl: first the SHIELD European agent, who made him the new (black) secret european “Night Monkey” suit (pants) & later in front of the girl he really likes... MJ (shirt).

Mysterio’s illusions: all those scenes were visually amazing/brilliant! The Prague fire monster, the bar scene illusions after Peter leaves - the twist!, the German “safe house” illusions that ended with the train & then the London Tower bridge illusions.

The bar scene “turn of events” twist moment was brilliantly scary: it showed just how “crazy” Mysterio was. That, together with the “illusion rehearsal” scene, when he learns about the missing projector...and threatens his whole team... that was same level brilliantly scary.

“Appearances can be deceiving” hahaha Oh, how it hinted at the end credits scene reveal. It was not just Happy trying to tells “Fury” about Mysterio and his deception, but... also how Fury & Maria Hill are actually... skrulls, who work for Fury, while he (and Hill?) are elsewhere, working on other projects.

Skrull sleeper cells... mentioned by “Fury”... a reference to Captain Marvel & comics....

Happy throwing a shield...at the drone... His cap moment. And his comment about how heavy it is/hard it is, and he doesn’t know how Cap does it hahaha

Michelle and the medieval weapon..that she borrows from the museum vault...

There are many artifacts in the Tower of London museum vault - the crown jewels, all kinds of medieval tools & weapons, and also... “IRON MAN” - medieval iron knight armor!

Peter taking a selfie as he swings in NYC...in the end. He’s swinging & reading texts/texting & taking selfies...

The text/line on the fence on the street/in front of “construction site”.... when Peter/Spiderman is swinging to MJ in the end scene..on NYC streets... (Madison Square Garden) say: “We’re excited to show you what comes next. And there are numbers 1, 2, 3 & a ? (instead of number 4) under the text. This has many meanings: a) the people in the MCU/FFH universe are excited to show the citizens what they’re building there. b) the MCU creators are excited to show/tell us/viewers/fans what’s to come next...both in Spiderman films & MCU in general (Phase 4). c) Also..according to fans, who know more, it’s also a reference to the “Fantastic 4″.

The initials B.F.P. on the suitcase he takes to Europe aka the suitcase belonged to Peters uncle Ben (May’s husband). Too bad it, too, along many other things & places...got destroyed..in this film.

LOL at everyone knocking on Peter & Ned’s rooms door at the hotel theyäre staying in in Venice. Interrupting “Fury” (and Peter) & Fury’s reaction... (he is so done with being interrupted...every 5 seconds)

All the “upgrades” to the class trip in Europe & all the changes in itinerary... #IfTheyOnlyKnewWhyThePlansWeereChanged

The “Peter tingle” (aka The Spidey Sense)

“What happens in London/Europe, stays in London/Europe?” Peter, who is/has been keen to keep his identity a secret, behaved strangely & boldly in Europe & especially at the end of the big “battle” in London...where he just stands on the bridge...without his mask & talks to & kisses MJ. In the middle of the bridge, at the center of big event... Are there no video/traffic 8etc) cams in Europe/LOndon in 2023/2024 MCu? Are there no cameras/smartphones that people use to take pics & vids of every big event they see... in 2023/2024 MCU? I found that surprising... based on all the attempts he made until now & in this film..to keep his identity a secret.

Pepper Potts signing the big (in both size & sum) check from Stark Fund to May’s charity event. But not being able to attend the event herself. Most likely cause the actress is done with MCU, but... otherwise...interesting... to mention her like that & specify that she was unable to attend in person...

How many “vacations” has Fury taken over the MCU history? While I mostly think that this was the first... after Fury & CM were “reunited” during the Endgame events (BLIP) & the plan was formed after Tony was gone (they were both at his memorial service) & the returned Fury who had no more team on this planet, was kinda lost...) But I also kinda think he might’ve used the skrulls before to take vacations. I am pretty certain that we saw the real Fury in Captain Marvel, in Iron Man films... and I am also pretty certain that he was himself in Infinity War/Endgame...because as he’s “dying” aka turning into dust he doesn’t turn into skrull.Though it is possible that the dusting doesn't count & the skull face is only revealed if a character actually dies. (this is why we can be certain Tony was Tony & Nat was Nat in Endgame)

ETA

What I LOVED the most

My absolute favourite scene(s) is the Peter & Happy at the Holland/Netherland tulip field & on the plane, hovering above the tulip field scene(s) - their “talk” as Happy patched up Peter’s wounds. Talking about being a superhero and making mistakes, about Tony...and more...

That scene...to me...sums up...hopefully... what’s to come. It confirms what I thought would be the case. Tony was/is Iron Man and no one can & should replace him as Iron Man. So everyone asking Peter if he’s gonna be the next IM... everyone looking for the next mightiest protector of the earth... and looking at SM...cause everyone else seems to have disappeared... are just putting too much pressure on him. He’s not the next Iron Man. He is Peter. He is Spider Man. (though after that end twist... who knows... maybe he will put on an iron suit for a while...since he can’t be the unknown neighborhood hero anymore...now that everyone knows...) But to me it summed up peters journey in this film & sets up what’s to come. He needed some guidance & Happy provided it... he needed to realize that he’s he’s own person & his own superhero & he’s not there to replace Tony/IM or any other superhero

But yeah... I loved how Happy said it. When others pressured him & manipulated with him (Beck purposely making him feel inadequate by saying things like “if you would've done better, he might’ve not died”), the now Pilot was his best friend & the one person he could really talk superhero things with...the one person, who IMO helped him the most with his grief over Tony & all the feelings he had regarding that & the pressure he felt to be his successor.

Peter is likely the person, who will take over Tony’s role..somewhat...with the tech and such, but he is Peter, not Tony.

And the end scene in Endgame with Happy & Morgan..talking about cheeseburgers & now this scene in FFH with Happy & Peter talking superheroes, responsibility, Tony...and more... tells me that Happy is now the mentor-uncle to these kids now...kinda.

...and when Peter, excitedly, yells “I love Led Zeppelin” when the iconic IM song “Back in Black” by AC/DC starts to play... haha... awesome

What I hoped would’ve been (will be explored in future films) explored/shown in more detail:

THE BLIP & how it affected regular people. We only saw the comial bits/parts - the marching band of Peter’s school disappearing & reappearing & Aunt May reappearing in her apartment..that was no longer hers...as someone else had moved in (a family). When in reality... this film confirms my “theory/suspicion” that Avengers 3 & Avengers 4 - the Thanos snap & the Hulk (un)snap both created chaos everywhere. Both emotional, and legal..and other issues.

The fact that the world is not in chaos... makes no sense. But then again... since NYC & several other places on Earth being battlefields during the Avengers vs Bad guys/aliens battles...in the past films...and being re-built really fast & people seemingly not panicking or having PTSD after the events... is a thing... then I guess only the main characters will remember & suffer after living through such events...everyone else seems to go on with their normal lives in a week or so...

It did bother me a bit (even though I know this is a blockbuster film..and those don’t deal with such things...) that the very real repercussions of the snap & re-snap were not really shown or told. Just the funny Blip-video. And then the little bit we saw from the Aunt May held charity event for the homeless. That was the only real hint about the seriousness of those events in the fictional universe (even though she also made a joke about it on stage...but the cause itself is serious)

Things that bothered me

How no one seems to do any background checks in this universe. How no one seems to use any security measures. Like... no one checking up on Mysterio’s backstory (and yes, I know...his team helped create such amazing backstory & provided such great “proof”...that it fooled even “Fury” & SHIELD -- probably would not have fooled the real man, but... that’s the point...) but still...

Also... Tony’s glasses not having any other safety measures & it being so easy to transfer over the power to someone else. And...despite Peter being vulnerable & trusting what others tell him (he probably thought Fury had checked up on Beck, but still... how & why did EDITH/the glasses not “scan” Beck...and reveal he’s a fraud? I know... that the only time when he’s looking at the illusionist when wearing the glasses is in the bar scene & they seem to be not “on”... still... why is the tech not scanning everything nonetheless? Though yeah... I know that the idea is that because of the characters emotional state they are vulnerable & easy to manipulate, and hence not thinking of checking “twice”...

MCU using the same backstory for yet another villain. Thats old. It’s done. Time to move on. I'm talking about Mysterio & how his backstory is that because he feels personally attacked by Tony Stark then that’s a reason (which justifies..in his mind, when it does not...and has not for any other past MCU villain, who thinks the same twisted way) his actions - destroying historical sights/cities & leaving behind casualties... not caring if there are innocent bystanders getting hurt. I will allow it this time, because Tony was in the center of this film, but this had to be the last time MCU uses the same “Tony hate” as the villains motivator. Also... I don’t trust Beck’s version of the story, so I would not be sure if he’s telling it as it was. He might be, but he might be not. (maybe he did come up with the idea, but perhaps his work contact stated that all creations during working for SI belong to the company, so he has no right to claim the tech as his own..no matter how much he regrets it after. Or perhaps he did (co)create it, but since his idea was weapons-based (destruction) & SI didn’t do weapons anymore, the tech was redesigned by Tony. But until MCU makes a stronger case... I’m not gonna blame Tony for “stealing” becks tech & claiming it as his ow. Also because I do not think Tony ever claimed in past films that he made the tech. He says it cost him a certain sum...though... So it’s even possible he “bought” the idea from Beck...and turned the weapon into therapy sessions... But even if mr. Beck was telling the whole truth and he was the sole creator of the tech & Tony “stole” it... none of it justifies his actions of purposely hurting innocent bystanders & destroying places. )

And I cannot believe how anyone can see Mysterio as the good guy, or sympathetic to Peter. I might be wrong, but IMO all his “friendliness” in the beginning was a trick... part of the plan to earn Peter’s trust. It was part of the “illusion”, so even though I appreciate his comment “never apologize for being the smartest one in the room”, I don’t see it as anything other than fakeness. And I know I might be wrong & he might’ve really liked the kid & try to be friendly & appreciate him... up until “his team messed up & he had no other option than to get rid of all the loose threads”)

Things I did not see coming:

The train! I mean... at first I did not suspect that it was actually Beck, not Fury in Germany, but I became suspicious before it was revealed. And then I suspected that the illusion was not over yet, but... what I did not see coming was that train...moment.

Also...during the London Tower bridge scene... I had a hunch that he’s pulling a double again..and the dying Mysterio on the ground was fake, but I did not see it coming that in reality he was standing right next to spidey, while pointing a gun at the kid. I had thought he was “hiding” somewhere instead. So that kinda surprised me...

What surprised/confused me

What surprised me a bit was seeing THAT character (William) from IM1 being on Team Mysterio. Yes, he was one of Tony Stark’s Stark Industries previous employees, but it confused me a bit that he blames Tony, when he should've seen Obadiah Stane (who yelled at him for not being Tony Stark & not being able to create a miniature arc reactor, when Tony could do it in cave...with no high tech..using just a box of scraps) as the one to blame -- his anger should’ve been directed at (based on what has been shown on screen so far) at the man who yelled at him in IM1.

But I guess there’s either a bigger story there after that that the MCU writers/directors decided to not reveal just yet (as we saw him take that thumbdrive after the download was completed at the end of FFH) or Mysterio simply was able to manipulate people so well & rallied them against their former boss, making everyone see him as the bad guy & the source of all their problems.

THEORIES:

WHAT IF... the NYC “fake news broadcast” was an illusion created by Mysterio/histeam? This would make it much easier for Marvel to have several other movies released in the next few years...before the next Spiderman & go easier on Spiderman? This way we would not miss a lot of time & there’d be no need to clear his name. they could just have the movie take place right after Far from Home (and prior to the coming movies events)...or they could start with a flashback to the end of this film & the fade to “2 years later” or something. The last bit is also how they can still release the next Spidery film in a few years, while having several otehr films events happen in between... use a time jump early in the film... after a “flashback”...to the time Peter was considered a villain

#SPIDERMAN: FAR FROM HOME #farfromhomespoilers #farfromhomespoiler #ffhspoilers #ffhspoiler #SPIDERMAN FAR FROM HOME #FAR FROM HOME #Peter Parker #Tom Holland #MCU

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ClexaCon: Day 1

Okay, Let me attempt to do something like organize my thoughts here. Photos will come later, ones that come at all; mostly there are professional photos, videos, and gifs available of the noteworthy moments, and I intend to reblog a lot of those later. In the meantime, my photos are on my phone, and the Tumblr app is eating anything I attempt to post with photos.

So. I’m going to try to do this chronologically because it’s how I tried to organize my brain, and I feel clearer than I have in a while. Panel titles or events in bold. Fandom and personal stuff is included, multishipping probably rampant because I just want my faves happy, alright???

Under the cut because long. Day 1 only because long, and because by time I got near the end of typing this, it was after midnight and I was getting less coherent.

Exploring Gender through Cosplay

As often as I cosplay, mine are fairly casual, and I’d never actually gotten a good chance to attend a cosplay panel of any sort with a clear mind. This was pretty awesome, all the different things you can do to change not only the costume but also your appearance, really make the cosplay work. A lot of the sentiment/message besides the practical application stuff was just “have fun, don’t be an ass, think about the character.” All good advice.

One of the panelists was visibly uncomfortable with his cosplay during the panel. It was understandable, but he looked great anyway and still gave great information and asides and personal experiences, and I’d love to see him do a panel where he’s more comfortable.

One Day at a Time

Okay, so one of the things I LOVE about this con and haven’t seen at the couple others I’ve been to is the intro videos. For each of the big panels, they’ve played a video beforehand, about the pairing or the character. If you’re rusty on the details, it’s a great refresher, and if you love the character or pairing, it’s just fantastic to watch. I believe they included these and the actress reactions in the official videos they’ve been posting. They’re great, super shippy, and I’ve teared up or cried at more than one.

ODAAT is one of the ones that made me teary, because it touched on Elena and her Papi and then how happy she and Syd are and just...

Emotions, y’all. I’ve got them.

Anyway, it was great. Isabella seemed pretty comfortable speaking, very aware of her presence and her platform. Sheridan was a little more like Syd, a little awkward and a lot geeky (like most of my favorite people, let’s be real). My takeaways from this panel were basically just that they both love Schnider and working with his actor, and that I ship Syd and Elena even harder now.

An executive producer got a call during the panel, and Isabella thought maybe it was about being picked up by a different network, but it ended up being Rita Moreno calling in, which was fantastic except how disappointed Isabella was. Not that she was unprofessional or pouty or anything, just there were a few moments of almost being able to FEEL how much this cast wants the show to keep going, and how much they love each other.

Avalance

Omg. I mean, okay, if you’re following me, you should probably go watch both Avalance and Nyssara panel videos. They’ll do a much better job of relaying anything factual than I will, so I’m mostly focusing on my reactions.

My reactions started with that damned intro vid, because holy hell, Sara and Ava are hot, and have awesome chemistry, and they’re both smart and strong and amazing and I am so, so, so not straight.

Uh. Where was I.

Highlights for me, in no particular order.

Okay, usually celebs look like people in real life, like real people or like their characters. Caity Lotz is MORE attractive in person than she is on tv. HOW THE FUCK IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE

Jes is kinda amazing as a person and actress and I intend to watch everything she’s in after this weekend. She cares deeply, which I know she shares with Ava, but unlike Ava who hides behind the professional shield, Jes just seemed so warm and real and disbelieving of how much people like her. She was having a very emotional day because she’d lost someone she cared about, and when she shared that, I doubt there was a dry eye in the room. The depth of her feeling was almost palpable.

Jes kept reaching out and touching Caity, who was much more physically reserved just in general. Caity is very obviously more familiar with the con circuit, which doesn’t mean she doesn’t care or anything! Just, how many of these could any living person do while still caring deeply and genuinely about every person they talk to? I suspect people have to distance themselves some eventually. Caity wasn’t cold, just more reserved.

Katrina interrupting was the best thing ever. It’s been giffed already. Go find it.

I loved hearing about the tango, about navigating a situation where there are two women who naturally want to take the lead. The lines blurred between where they were talking about themselves as actresses navigating a scene and their characters as people navigating a relationship, and it felt very real and lovely. Hilarious, too, because of course everyone in the Arrowverse (excuse me, Beeboverse) is gorgeous AND smart AND funny.

I’m glad they’re not really broken up I guess? The actresses seemed a little unsure because they filmed a lot of different takes with some differing implications, but they’re not on board with the “on again, off again” thing any more than I am, which is good. On is good.

End of the panel, people sitting behind us (oh! chronological order! I made a friend waiting in line for the ODAAT panel and we’ve mostly stuck together this weekend. She’s not LGBT and hasn’t watched any of the shows but she loves PEOPLE and is trying to learn and has had a lot of cool life experiences. Anyway. If I say “we” or “us” I probably mean me and friend, unless otherwise specified.)

Uh. Right. So. The people sitting behind us were like, “Hey, do you two want tickets to Cocktails for Change?” At first I thought she was trying to sell them, and I already knew I couldn’t afford that, just like I couldn’t afford the Caity/Jes/Katrina photo op I wanted (not complaint, just statement of fact! I got to go and I got to buy the photo op with Caity and I got a hotel room for a couple nights). Then she clarifies that she and her person (I’m gonna go with that when relationship isn’t clear. But oh, the number of happy wlw couples there was just amazing, and at some point I defaulted to assuming anyone there together was together, which wasn’t accurate, but it’s what I was seeing and delighting in and WE NEED MORE REPRESENTATION and omg keep a single train of thought, Kita). The two of them had bought two extra tickets they couldn’t use, couldn’t refund, and hadn’t been able to sell, so they were offering them to us so that somebody would enjoy them.

OMG. Like, who does that? What level of awesomeness to gift two separate $250 tickets to complete strangers??

I helped friend navigate the transfer process and helped her create an eventbrite account, and then we had the tickets, at which point I actually believe it was happening. And then AND THEN

Because clearly that wasn’t enough

they said “oh, we can’t make the trio photo op today, do you want it?”

Do I

DO I

I still can’t believe they were for real, with that level of awesome. I checked like probably way too many times to make sure they were SURE because

yeah. Made my entire year, at minimum.

Photo Ops

Got the photo op with Caity first. I’ll do pics separately after I scan them; they’re particularly glossy or something and my cell phone is doing a horrible job. So I go in dressed in my femme Snart cosplay, have enough presence of mind to ask (or point? I may have only managed pointing) to stand on her right side because I wanted to be able to hold the cold gun in my right hand.

“Hey, Cold,” she said to me.

HEY COLD

SHE RECOGNIZED WHO I WAS DRESSED AS OMGGGGGG

and did I mention fucking gorgeous beyond belief and amazing to boot?

Anyway. She’s also smiling much bigger in my pic with just her than in the next one, when I didn’t have my gun, and I like to think it’s because she still thinks fondly of snart. Captain canary 4eva. Another thing on Saturday I’ll get to in my next post, equally small but equally “omg yessss she still ships it” to my mildly obsessed brain.

Obviously, after they took the pic, I walked blindly in the wrong direction and would’ve walked smack into the makeshift wall if the volunteers hadn’t steered me in the right direction. I don’t usually get star struck, but if it was going to happen, it was going to be with Caity Lotz, so it wasn’t actually a surprise.

Round two, trio photo, and I ended up between Caity and Katrina, who draped herself on my shoulder as she often does for pics. I’ll get to Katrina more for Day 2, but she just seemed very at ease, maybe the most comfortable person in any given room.

After photo ops I practically ran back to my car while still trying to recover, checked into and got settled into my hotel room, changed shoes (omg, as good as those boots are for a couple hours, after ten hours and two miles and lots of standing, my feet STILL hurt day+ later), and then headed back to the venue.

Cocktails for Change

So this was cool just to exist in a room with the celebrities (the theory behind the event and the price tag being you get to interact). We (friend and the people who gave us the tickets and a 5th potential friend we picked up while waiting in line) got to talk to an actress from Wynona (which I apparently badly need to watch. my to-watch list doubled this weekend), and then friend got Jes to agree to come over. That made me love Jes even more because her handlers kept trying to get her to go a different direction after she talked to one table for like half of the time, and Jes pointed at our table, strong and confident and I AM DOING THIS BECAUSE I SAID I WOULD.

I mean, idk what she actually said, but that was her not-subtle body language.

It had to be terribly frustrating for the handlers, who, even though they only got her to three tables total, did a better job with her than they did with most of the celebs. However, I wanted to applaud Jes.

Most of the celebs kept to themselves, or to their partners. Dot was like 5 feet from me for a good 20 minutes, and my inner gleek was ecstatic. Amber Benson was only a few feet farther for about the same amount of time. For her, I actually tried to go say hi, but she was absorbed in conversation with someone else and I didn’t want to interrupt. We made eye contact, though, so that was cool. Katrina, meanwhile, kinda starting circling and then was just like “Nah,” and she went and sprawled on a chair at the side of the room, again the most comfortable looking person there, and just let everyone come to her. Which, honestly, probably would be my recommendation if they change things for this event next year. Clearly, steering the talent to different tables isn’t working, so maybe steer the attendees instead.

Still, it was awesome, and I went back to my room and freaked out about OMG HOW IS MY LIFE THIS AWESOME before crashing hard.

Which I’m gonna do again now. Day 2 post tomorrowish.

#clexacon 2019 #clexacon diaries #about me #about awesome people #long post

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hellyeahomeland · 6 years

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“Paean to the People” | Directed by Lesli Linka Glatter

“Paean to the People” picks up right where “All In” left off. Carrie and Anson are speeding through the streets of Budapest Moscow Budapow. In this opening shot, their car is the only one on the bridge, adding to the feeling of just how on their own they are, without diplomatic cover, as they try to distract Yevgeny long enough to get Simone on that plane.

The arrangement in this shot!! Everyone whose face is visible is serving so much face. Simone is like, “don’t look at me.” Bennet (with facial hair!) is like, “are you fucking kidding me?” Doxie (with some pretty great side eye) is like, “I am NOT getting stuck in Budapow.” And Ms. Pink Scarf is like, “What am I doing here again? What is my job?” You and us both, Pink Scarf. You and us both.

Let’s give a full round of snaps to Sandy this season. She brought the sassy realness and Russian know-how the whole dang time. This show needs all the female energy it can get and this shot of her pulling out the chair for Clint’s “time out” is incredible. We’re not sure if she’ll be back for season eight, but if she won’t, we will miss her so.

Both Carrie and Anson know what’s at stake in this mission but in this moment, it’s Carrie who has to convince Anson how far she can and will go. We hate to say it, but the moment of recognition shared here between them screams “America First” when Quinn tells Carrie to get in the car and stay down. If seven seasons of Homeland have taught us one thing, it’s that these people all follow the same code: Get in. Get down. Shut up. Mission over self.

IJLTP.

We will hand it to the Homeland props department for getting the birthday right on Simone’s fake Carrie Mathison passport (it’s April 5, 1979). But!! Her middle name is spelled Anne, not Ann.

Simone spent a lot of time obscuring her face from the Russian officials in that car, but this glimpse of her expression after she asks Saul if he’s really going to leave Carrie--the Carrie who CLIMBED A FUCKING ROOF LIKE TWENTY MINUTES AGO TO GET TO SIMONE--in Budapow. That is a pursed lip and evil eye if we ever saw ‘em.

...And, of course, the guilt is written all over his face.

We are CACKLING at the dude in the white jacket in the background. We are not sure if he is just a really bad extra or some random stranger who saw Claire Danes in a Budapest train station and needed to share else he was met with a chorus of “pics or it didn’t happen” from his friends.

Sara and Doxie have the same birthday (November 4), which further solidifies that he is her forever man and the best Carrie Angel of them all.

We talked about the strong “America First” vibes above and the whole sequence of Carrie running through the train station is giving us heavy “The Smile” vibes, too. After seven seasons, it’s difficult for some moments not to feel like explicit callbacks from earlier episodes. After all, maybe looking at a mirror in a crowded marketplace is just Carrie’s favorite American spy woman move. But this shot, and Carrie’s smile later, are so specific that we think the homage is intentional.

IJLTP, II.

Real talk though, you really get a sense of the loneliness of the office here, as Beau faces away, back to the camera, surrounded by those heavy curtains.

Lesli Linka Glatter is a choreographer by training and she’s talked before about the diligent preparation she does before directing a Homeland episode. In sequences like these--filmed, acted, and edited with such specific clarity--that training and preparation come through loud and clear. Every shot has a purpose and we’re exposed to all angles of the action. It really is like a dance.

Here, the slow reveal of Yevgeny coming around the corner ratchets up the stakes as Carrie waits, a sitting duck in the locked room.

And here’s our duck. What’s so great about thrilling and suspenseful action sequences like this is the human moments they’re contrasted with. We can see the fear in her face as she contemplates whether to go down in a blaze of glory. She’s not made of steel. She may only have seconds left to live. She may be a hero but she is not a superhero.

Yevgeny delivers a BudaPOW (sorry, we couldn’t resist) with his punch to Carrie, but her moment of defeat is quickly transformed into one of triumph with the news that Saul and his “package” have achieved lift-off.

This smile, guys. Damn. Claire Danes is in a class all her own.

Delirious, glorious laughter. When was the last time we saw Carrie laugh?

It doesn’t last long, of course. The first rule of Homeland is that if Carrie smiles, shit’s about to get fucked up. “At least she had this moment,” we all whisper quietly to ourselves.

The shots of Saul looking down from his window at the city of Budapow--Carrie in it God knows where, the proverbial needle in the haystack--are powerful. He has left her there. And now he has to get her back.

We love this shot of everyone arrayed out like this, watching Simone’s testimony in The Room Where It Happened. Though we would like to point out that it’s hard to take Bennet seriously without facial hair. Dude, it’s 5 o’clock somewhere. Get on it! (Also there are so many VESTS this season! We count two in this shot alone.)

IJLTP, III.

This is the sequence of shots after Keane says she’ll do everything she can to get Carrie back. There was some chatter about going to Anson first (looking pensive), then Saul (looking sorrowful), and finally Max, who looks the most doubtful and suspect of them all (and, of course, almost hidden behind the others in the back). Sara actually thinks closing with Max is the most powerful. He’s been by Carrie’s side, through thick and thin, all seven seasons of this show. And after the trauma of losing Quinn last season, it’s easy to see how history may be replaying itself for him, this time in agonizing slow-motion.

So many “Pilot” vibes. This show loves playing with reversals and bookends, and having Carrie be the prisoner now is one of the most stinging of them all.

Sara would just like to say that she even looks beautiful in a Russian prison.

The book Carrie’s reading here is called Where Avon into Severn Flows, which is actually a short story by the American writer Harold Frederic and part of his book The Deserter and Other Stories: A Book of Two Wars.

Here is the opening paragraph of the story:

“A boy of fifteen, clad in doublet and hose of plain cloth dyed a sober brown, sat alone at one end of a broad, vaulted room, before a writing table. The strong, clear light which covered him and his work fell through an open window, arched at the top and piercing a stone wall of almost a yard's thickness. Similar openings to the right and left of him marked with bars of light a dozen other places along the extended, shelf-like table, where writers had now finished their day's labor, and, departing, had left covered horns of ink and cleansed utensils behind them. But the boy's task lagged behind fulfilment, and mocked him.”

It’s easy to see the parallels. Carrie is held in a Russian prison, also dressed in plain, ill-fitting clothes. She sits in a broad, vaulted room with a plain writing table nearby. Carrie might have won the battle, getting Simone back to the United States, but here in this cell, her success must feel fleeting and the irony of her current circumstance mocking.

Some major “There’s Something Else Going On” vibes here. (Sorry, we’re just gonna point out all our vibes.)

We’re just gonna call this pose from Costa Ronin the Yevgeny Lean (#IJustLikeHowHeLeans). On a more serious note, some credit needs to be given to Ronin, who brought Yevgeny to life and made him feel like a fully lived-in person. His habit of leaning back, feet propped out before him, is just one small example, but it’s representative of the care and attention he put into crafting such a three-dimensional portrait of one of the most interesting villains in the series’ history.

IJLTP, IV.

And that IJLTP shot of Carrie, alone in that Russian prison with the stakes (i.e., her mental health) now clearly defined, is followed by the rather astounding hero’s welcome that awaits Keane back in the West Wing. This reminds Sara of those tunnels that sports teams would form after a game for everyone to run through. And now Sara wishes Keane had run through the tunnel, high-fiving everyone.

It’s Tie Color Time! Note that Beau is now back to the blue tie, having resumed his position as Vice President.

Talk about sweet karma. The scene between Paley and Keane is remarkable for a few reasons. First, Paley does all the talking. Keane doesn’t even give him the respect that comes with a response. He lowers himself to his knees, literally begging for her mercy.

Keane is often shot from below, highlighting her stance and power. But here, it’s a point-of-view shot. We see what Paley sees: this woman, whom Saul once claimed could not “rise above her own vindictiveness,” closing in on him, a bird of prey who’s finally made her catch. And then she spits in his face.

The Washington Monument, which sits due east of the Reflecting Pool, adds great dramatic effect to this beautifully shot (and scored) moment after Keane leaves her meeting with Paley. Despite the monument’s great size, in these shots its height matches Keane’s, which is likely intentional.

As the monument was being completed. Joseph R. Chandler, a Freemason and member of the House of Representatives said:

“No more Washingtons shall come in our time ... But his virtues are stamped on the heart of mankind. He who is great in the battlefield looks upward to the generalship of Washington. He who grows wise in counsel feels that he is imitating Washington. He who can resign power against the wishes of a people, has in his eye the bright example of Washington.”

As she drives back through the DC streets at night one last time as President, she’s clearly at a crossroads. History has its eyes on her. (We will also continue to make ALL the Hamilton references.)

We’re not sure if this moment was scripted or if it was a choice by Claire in the moment. Either way, what’s happening? If she praying? Thanking God? Carrie’s relationship with religion and atonement has been basically nonexistent since the show devoted attention to it in season five. We wonder if, like Brody before her, she may be discovering--or rediscovering, as it were--it while in captivity, a salve for her inevitable isolation.

A few things to note from this headstone:

It’s the tenth anniversary of Andrew’s death.

Are we really meant to believe Keane is old enough to have had a kid in 1979? Elizabeth Marvel was born in 1969, which means she’s playing at least ten years older than she actually is. Sara does not buy this, but whatever.

Andrew is born mere weeks before Carrie, which in hindsight kind of shifts the relationship between Keane and Carrie in season six. Carrie really could be Keane’s daughter, and if Carrie indeed did see her in some small part as a mother figure, it frames her conflict with Saul last season--and the battle for Carrie’s loyalty--in an even sharper light.

This is just a gorgeous light, the rows of headstones filling the bottom half of the screen and the large, overgrown tree framing Keane in the top half. It’s her figurative “moment alone in the shade” (figurative because she’s not really in the shade, but y’all catch our drift).

Again, it was impossible to properly capture the moment when Carrie congratulates Aleksandr through anything other than a gif. The quiver in her voice, her attempt at a forced smile. After this moment, the lighting in the room shifts--she is literally forced to see the light, as the direness of her circumstances are fully revealed.

This is the last time we see Carrie before the “seven months later” coda, so now’s as good a time as any to talk about the truly tremendous work she did this season.

From the opening episode, Claire took us on the tenuous, tumultuous journey of Carrie’s war with her own mind and the battles waged within. Every episode, every moment was brought to life with exacting precision. Sometimes we loved her, and sometimes we hated her, but Claire’s commitment to every moment never wavered, whether it was seducing Dante, having nightmarish visions of her bloodied daughter, or inching her way across that GRU roof.

The throughline of this season of Carrie’s mental health makes this moment and the final scene land with even more crushing weight than they otherwise would. When Carrie experiences a breakdown so harrowing and frightening, she goes to extreme lengths to restore her own sanity. In the last three episodes of the season, we see just how invaluable that sanity is--her mind is both her greatest asset and greatest liability.

Carrie knows here what’s about to happen. She stares, eyes wide open, almost as if she’s glimpsing into the future at what lies before her. There’s no safety net this time, no pills or ECT to pull her back or hit the reset button. But for as much as she knows that she’ll lose her mind (in every sense of the word, it turns out), there is also great uncertainty, looking into “the bottom of a black hole with no walls.”

Something we find super interesting about this sequence is just how many perspectives LLG gives us of Keane’s speech, whether it’s Wellington’s from inside the Oval, Saul in his office, or Yevgeny in Budapow. Again, LLG’s choreography background comes shining through. For almost the entire speech, we see her presidency--and what turns out to be its final moments--through everyone’s lens except her own.

LLG doesn’t shoot Keane center-frame, without some extra filter of a screen, until the very end of the scene, after the speech is over. Keane talks earlier about wanting to speak directly to the American people, from the heart, but what we actually get is everyone looking at screens, at the filtered version of this woman and her office, a metaphor if ever there was one for her short-lived presidency.

As her speech (which, like Washington’s Farewell Address, focuses on the need to not let political parties and divisions tear apart the country) nears its end, we do see Keane center-frame. But, again, it’s a shot of her center-frame on the screen, and her appearance is somehow altered and filtered.

(A quick note about her wardrobe: Keane starts the day grieving for her son at Arlington, and she keeps on the same black clothing during her speech, a signal of the impending end of her presidency. The dangling earrings are also an interesting choice, and an unusual one for Keane, who usually wears studs or conservative-looking hoops. Like Carrie in “Species Jump,” this is as close as she’ll get to “letting her hair down,” and the unconventional jewelry choice conveys the peace she’s found with her decision.)

And now the lights come down on Keane and her presidency, in every sense of the word.

The dynamics of this scene remind Sara of the end of “The Choice,” when Saul sees Carrie in that hall of dead bodies after thinking she’d died in the explosion. They shared a moment of recognition at the end of that scene, standing in stark contrast to what unfolds here.

Here’s our first good shot of Carrie, and there’s a lot to take in. The swollen face and unkempt hair are startling, to say the least. Under her bulky black coat she’s wearing white (you can see a peak of her shirt here but her pants--not visible in this shot--are also white), indicating she’s been in an asylum.

The season opened with Carrie running on a treadmill, athletic and strong, the buzzy chords of jazz blaring in our ears. It ends with our heroine on the complete opposite end of the spectrum. She’s feeble and unsteady, running away from the Russian guards and straight past Saul. We hear jazz again, but it’s slower and somehow weightier.

As Saul gently brushes the hair from her face and looks into her eyes, calling her name, she is seemingly unable to recognize him. Her eyes dart from side to side, up and down, but his remain steady on her, and we can see (and share) the concern and devastation etched on his face.

She’s searching, and so is he.

#homeland #homelandedit #paean to the people #lesli linka glatter #*#in the director's chair #by: sara #by: gail #vibes on vibes on vibes

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thevixenfanfiction · 6 years

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Chapter Five

Shout out to my new beta @court-0f-dreamers!!! She threw down down for me and agreed to read and help out with my writing!!! I was in sore need of a beta and a second set of eyes to help me on my way.

So thank you @court-0f-dreamers!!! You are the bomb! She also suggested having lovely aesthetic GIFs here so I have an excuse to be on pinterest y’all!

Links to the story:

-Prologue-

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Summary- This story follows the path of someone who turns pity into malice and revenge into a lifestyle. Someone who doesn’t believe in love’s power and strays from what little good she has in her heart. Myriad is a fae with the rare ability to leech magic from other face, leaving them husks of their former selves. Myriad worked for and was Amarantha’s secret pet, spy and lover. After the Queen’s death, Myriad leaves to live in solace. On her journey, she’s captured by Hybern and set with a task to complete. Penetrate the workings of the Nightcourt and report to the King. During this time she falls in with the Inner Circle by a chance meeting with a male from her past. She must then gain their trust, in turn, discovering things about herself in the process, fighting the unbreakable command the King of Hybern gave her. (This follows the ending of A Court of Thorns and Roses thru to the end of the series. Slow burn Azriel/Myriad) (Roughly inspired by Disney’s Maleficent.)

I had woken a few hours after my escape attempt, this time to the healer who I learned had been the female whose voice I had heard. She had informed me that I could go downstairs to the sitting room and have something to eat while the males talked to me.

Those males, I learned were Rhysand, Highlord of the Nightcourt and his spymaster, Azriel.

So then I found myself sitting across from them, cradling a mug of broth in my hands, staring at them through the steam that curled up from my cup. So far, none of us had spoken.

Rhysand was lounging in an armchair, watching my every move. He had his perfect chin resting on his fist, a smirk on his face. A shiver ran through me as I recalled he used to look at Amarantha’s subjects the same way. I wondered if now he was probing my mind and I didn’t know it. It was a horrid thought. Azriel on the other hand wasn’t seated. He was lurking by the fireplace, the shadows in that corner writhing around him like loyal dogs. I found myself looking over at him every so often, a nagging part of me believing that I had seen him somewhere before.

“I hope you like cold broth.” I looked over to Rhysand and leveled my gaze with his. He was smirking at me, his eyes roaming over me in a way warriors size up their opponents.

I scowled and took a sip of the broth, finding it quite good. I realized I’d been rather hungry. “When Azriel brought you here, I almost told him to dump you somewhere else,” Rhysand said. “You were half dead anyway.” I raised an eyebrow and set my broth down. “I wouldn’t expect any better,” I rasped, my voice dry and unused. “I wouldn’t have thought Amarantha’s whore could be so generous. What’s your real reason for bringing me here? Am I a prisoner?” Azriel shifted by the fireplace and I saw by the slight shift in Rhysand’s eyes that my words had caused a stir. Rhysand simply smiled wider and shrugged. “No, you’re not a prisoner,” he said coolly. I fidgeted a little and furrowed my brows. Rhysand continued. “Azriel says he knows you.”

“He wasn’t Under the Mountain,” I said dryly. I’d never seen the Illyrian before in my life, so I kept telling myself. Azriel looked over at Rhysand, then at me. He held out a hand, positioning it at waist-level. “You were younger then,” he said, his voice quiet and somewhat grim. I held my mug tighter, my fingernails scraping the porcelain. “You were in an Illyrian war camp. Torin, the lord there, he was going to kill you. He said you were a witch.”

I felt my blood drain from my face and I raised a lip, sneering at the Illyrian. Cauldron...I did know him. The shadows, I recognized them, and the feeling he gave off. Like cold death.

“And you want me to scrape before you, offering you my thanks?” I spat. I sipped from my mug, trying to calm my shaking hands.

“Are you a witch?” Rhysand asked coolly.

I shook my head and took a long while to sip my broth. Let them wait. They deserved it. Finally I looked up, narrowing my eyes. “You tell me. You’re the one who reads minds.”

Rhysand shrugged again looked me over. It was Azriel who spoke first. “What does it matter if you are or aren’t?” he said quietly. He fingered the black blade by his side, his dark eyes boring a hole in my head.

“I know you’re a meirleach,” Rhysand said. “And that was why Amarantha kept a tight leash on you. You must have been awfully valuable to her. Tell me, how did she keep a rein on you?”

I stared past Rhysand’s shoulder and scowled. How Amarantha kept a hold on me wasn’t something I liked to discuss. Nor the fact that I could strip even the most powerful fae of their powers like some overgrown leech. I rubbed my finger, the pale ring of skin there showing signs of the ring Amarantha had given me to hold those powers in.

I knew Rhysand looked, but I was grateful he didn’t say anything about it.

“Hybern was hunting you. It seems the king wanted to know where his little spy had run off to. You conveniently disappeared after everything went to hell Under the Mountain,” Rhysand said.

I glanced over the Highlord’s shoulder, rolling my eyes. “I don’t have an allegiance with them, if that’s what you’re wanting to know.” “I know.” I looked back at the male, starting to wonder what he was getting at. He looked at Azriel who shrugged and looked at me. I frowned, curiosity peaking.

Rhysand looked at me, folding his hands. “Myriad, I know that you offered to help Feyre escape Under the Mountain.” I snapped my head around, looking at Rhysand. How…

“She told me about it. That’s why you’re here. Now I don’t trust you, but I do trust that you’re not working for our enemies. You owe allegiance to yourself, which is fair. I can see why.” I licked my lips and drew my feet inward. My whole body itched to run. I knew I wouldn’t get very far at all.

“I want to know if you’d be willing to help our cause. Amarantha’s death didn’t go unheard by Hybern and my sources say that war is on the horizon,” Rhys said.

I set my mug aside and braced my hands on my knees, my face pulling in a frown. “Why? Why are you asking for my help?,” I asked quietly. “Any other court would sooner throw me in a cell for my part Under the Mountain but you’re offering me a bloody job. Why?”

Rhysand shrugged and smiled. I felt claws rake down the back of my mind and I shivered. “Lets just say that I wasn’t Amarantha’s only whore and you’re so driven by vengeance that it’s remarkable.” I snarled and surged to my feet, my power rising up with my temper. Azriel casually shoved off the mantle and stepped closer. I pointed a finger to Rhysand and snarled. “That...how did you know?” Rhysand rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, she told me everything. It was obvious.” He stood up and I found myself looking up at him just a little. He put his hands in his pockets. “I’ll let you say no. I’ll even grant you sanctuary here in Velaris if you’d like,” he said. “You’re half Illyrian, so technically that makes you a Night Court subject and I can give you protection from other courts. I’d like to help you Myriad.”

I shifted on my feet, feeling that tug in my stomach again, something in the back of my head saying “stay.”

“I want a bargain,” I said finally. I’d never made a bargain before, not ever. So I tried to think of everything I wanted that couldn’t be used against me. “If I help you with Hybern , I want full payment. A place to stay, free reign in and out of this court. And I want to be treated like a citizen, not a soldier, or a prisoner.”

Rhysand smiled and held out a hand. I looked at the hand and scowled, taking it after a moment.

“It’s a bargain.”

Rhysand squeezed my hand and I let it go as quickly as I could, remembering the feeling of Rhysand’s power coming to me years ago.

“Tomorrow Azriel will take you to the townhouse. You can meet my inner circle, seeing as how you’ll be working with them the most,” he said, letting go of my hand. I snorted and walked back to my chair, sitting down.

“Perhaps they’ll be better company than my silent watch dog,” I replied, looking pointedly at Azriel. I smiled at him, showing my teeth. The smiled didn’t reach my eyes though.

“Azriel volunteered,” Rhysand said. “I’d be nicer to your watchdog. He let you hit him several times when Majda was patching you up. It was quite entertaining.”

I looked at the Illyrian and felt heat rise up my neck. Azriel seemed just as uncomfortable because he avoided my eyes and found the mantle piece suddenly interesting. “Well, I must get going. I will see you in the morning,” Rhysand said, stretching slightly. “Get your rest, you’ll need it. Oh, and no more jumping out windows, Azriel will catch you every time.” I scowled and watched Rhysand winnow in a swirl of darkness. Once he was gone, I relaxed against the chair and ran my hand over my face, shutting my eyes tiredly. I heard Azriel walk over and sit down across from me.

I put my hand down and looked at the Illyrian, studying him. “How did you recognize me?”

Azriel folded his hands in his lap and shrugged his broad shoulders.

“Your wings,” he said quietly. “When you were flying out of Hybern, I saw your wings. Though it wasn’t until we stopped outside the wall when I pulled the arrow out that I really made the connection. That and...you said a few words here and there.”

I stared at him, following the line of his jaw, down to his squared shoulders. He looked almost uncomfortable.

“I remember you tackled him,” I said, my voice unusually soft. I wanted to kick myself. “Torin I mean...he killed my mother. He easily could’ve killed me. Why’d you stop him?” Azriel shifted in his seat.

“You were a kid.” I stood up and picked up my mug. As I looked at the contents swish around inside I knew that wasn’t the real reason Azriel had stopped the warlord. I didn’t feel like wanting to know the Illyrian’s motives. Slowly walked to the doorway that lead to the stairs, stopping as my hand hit the railing. “Thank you.”

*** *** ***

The morning brought a bath and fresh clothes all of which I desperately needed. From the events of the night before, I had began to get my strength back rather quickly. The healer had told me that it was because the faebane wearing off and my body doing its own work.

Along with my powers returning and my wound healing, I had discovered my bargain tattoo. It was across my shoulders, in the shape of ravens wings. I didn’t quite mind them really. The black, almost purple ink stood out on my tanned skin in a way I rather liked. For a minute I almost imagined what it would be like to have Illyrian tattoos. The thought was gone just as quickly.

My clothes had been laid out on my bed and I dressed quickly, frowning at the blue tunic that had been neatly folded. It was embroidered with silver thread around the hems, much richer in color and fabric than anything I had ever worn. I almost didn’t want to put it on, feeling like I might marr the borrowed item.

The rest of my clothes consisted of leather leggings and a fitted shirt with long sleeves. I suspected Azriel had something to do with my clothes because of how functional they were. I slipped on my boots that I had been wearing when I was captured. They’d been cleaned, thankfully, at least as cleaned as I one could get them.

As soon as I’d dressed, I headed back downstairs, raiding the kitchen of any food that laid about. My belly had made its hunger known and I wasn’t about to walk around with a growling stomach.

I chewed on the apple I’d found, walking around the house looking for my watchdog. I’d had a feeling that he’d been assigned to me for more than just a guide. Which was fair enough considering my past occupation.

I found Azriel in the foyer, reading what looked to be official reports. I cleared my throat, letting my presence be known before I walked in.

“I already knew you were there. You don’t have to cough up your apple to get my attention.” I scowled at the taller Illyrian and took a loud bite of my apple. Azriel looked at me over his papers, his hair falling in his eyes slightly. He raised an eyebrow and folded his papers away. I waved my apple towards the door.

“I’ve got my introductions in place. Let’s go.” Azriel unfurled his wings a little and my eyes were drawn to the large membranous black wings. Shadow still lurked about them, sliding around Azriels’s ears and face. I frowned and threw my apple in a wastebasket by the door.

“What are you?” Azriel raised his eyebrow again and tilted his head. “And Illyrian.” I scowled at the male and wiped my hands on my thighs.

“Like I can’t see, smart ass,” I snapped. “What I meant was--”

“I know what you meant,” Azriel cut in. “I’m a shadowsinger. That’s why I’m Rhys’ spymaster.” I looked up at Azriel, stiffening when he walked over and held out a hand. I stared at the scarred hand then the blue siphon on top of it. I had heard of shadowsingers, but never seen one before. Tales said they were dangerous and I had no doubt at all that Azriel could kill me in half a second. I looked back up at him, meeting his eyes for a minute before I looked at the buckle on his shoulder plate.

“Oh,” I managed to get out. I looked back at the hand and scuffed my feet.

“We can walk if you don’t want to winnow,” Azriel said, withdrawing his hand. I hurriedly grabbed his hand, gripping it a little too tight.

“Just winnow.”

I could have sworn I saw something like curiosity in Azriel’s eyes before we winnowed away in shadow, the familiar cold rushing about me.

It was a second before we landed in another foyer, this one much richer than the healer’s humble house. There were rugs coating the floor and paintings lining the spacious foyer walls.

I let go of Azriel’s hand and stepped away from him, folding my arms over my chest. “Your highlord has good taste,” I said, looking at the carpet under my feet.

“Even if it’s not good for anything but sitting and collecting dust.” I looked up, catching sight of another Illyrian, this one bigger than Azriel. He had a look on his face that I found distasteful in every way. A womanizer for sure. “Another one of Rhysand’s watch dogs?” I sneered, looking at the male. He simply laughed in return and looked at Azriel. “Fetching little thing, isn’t she? Such nice manners.” “Says the one who has no manners.”

There, coming down the staircase was a female, highfae by the looks of her. She was absolutely breathtaking. Her golden hair was unbound, bouncing around her shoulders as she trotted down the stairs, smirking at the new male. I suddenly felt incredibly grubby compared to the her.

However, she took a look at me and her smile faltered for the barest second, almost so fast I didn’t catch it. I tilted my chin up, clenching my teeth. Whatever she saw in me, it obviously wasn’t something pleasant. Nevertheless, the fae walked right up to me and extended a hand.

“I’m Mor,” she said, fixing her smile. I frowned, but took the hand and lightly shook it.

“Myriad.”

“Fox,” said the larger Illyrian. I looked up at him and scowled. I didn’t like to be called that. “How clever. Do you study names?” I said more hotly than intended. Mor snorted and looked up at the Male.

“Cassian just likes to point out the obvious.” My scowl froze and melted off my face and I took a step back, staring up at the male. Oh Cauldron….

“You’re…” I swallowed and stared at Cassian. He was one of the most powerful Illyrian generals in existence. Even I had heard of him. Usually it wasn’t very nice things, if you weren’t on the right side. He’d fought in the War alongside Rhysand before I was born.

Cassian merely grinned at me and went to slouch in an armchair. Mor rolled her eyes and shook her pretty head.

“Don’t inflate his ego anymore than it already is.”

I held my arms at my side and was silent, feeling rather out of place with the playful banter. I shuffled slightly until Mor offered me a seat on a rather comfortable looking couch. I took it and she perched next to me, giving me side glances every so often.

“So Rhysand says you’re going to be working with us,” Cassian said, slinging his leg over the armrest.

I nodded and rubbed my knees.

“Yes. We...made a bargain.” Mor raised bother her eyebrows and twisted a strand of hair around her finger.

“That’s interesting.”

“What’s even more interesting is that he invited a Meirleach into his circle. I’ve never met one of your kind before.” I stiffened and watched as a short female walked into the room. I stared at her, my breath catching in my throat. I knew she wasn’t fae at all, she felt different, like a monster hiding in a fae’s skin. I could feel my face drain of color, my eyes meeting her silver ones. They seemed to glow as she stared back, a smile coming over her red lips. She tilted a head in my direction, her blunt hair shifting slightly.

My powers uninvitedly poked forward, tasting the air between us, curious to see what the creature was in front of me. I hardly had any control over the power hungry tendrils that stole what wasn’t mine.

The female in front of me leveled a stare so penetrating towards me that I reined in my powers, stuffing them back inside my mind.

“I wouldn’t be so bold little halfbreed. You may not like what you steal,” the female said. I blinked, feeling ill. I realized the room had gone quiet and the fae present were staring at me like I was some sort of exotic exhibition. The distrust I hadn’t seen earlier was clear in their eyes now. Their seemingly welcoming behavior had been a feint, feeling me out.

“I-I’m sorry,” I whispered, shrinking back, feeling quite like a little child in the presence of the old being. I felt like I did have to apologize. “I-I don’t always have control over it. It gets curious.” The female smiled a little coldly and sat down in an armchair, sitting on her crossed legs.

“Forgiven,” she said. She looked around, raising a dark eyebrow. “Cat finally got your tongues?”

Cassian scowled at the female and sat up more.

“Not everyone is as calm as you Amren,” he said. He looked at me and I became very interested in my fingers, picking at a loose thread in my tunic. I could feel the questions that remained unspoken.

“Where’s Rhys?” Amren asked, toying with a heavy gold necklace she was wearing.

“Tsk, so impatient, Amren.”

Rhysand stepped into the foyer, his hands in his pockets. Behind him was another female fae. With a start, I realized she was the girl from Under the Mountain.

Feyre met my eyes and I held the stare, feeling very naked in front of her. She frowned at me, her eyes starting with recognition as well.

“You were Under the Mountain,” she said abruptly. I stood up, wiping my hands down. I nodded and dipped my head slightly.

“Yes. I was.” Feyre looked at Rhysand and frowned, like they were having a silent conversation. Feyre looked back at me and walked forward. She wasn’t any taller than I remembered. She felt so different though, not like any other fae.

I looked down at her, feeling my lips pull up.

“I remember you,” Feyre said flatly. “Rhysand didn’t tell me you’d be here.”

“I suppose he wanted you to make your own opinions of me,” I replied slowly. Feyre pursed her lips and looked me over. I saw something flash in her eyes and I folded my hands behind me.

“You were very brave,” I said lowly. I was indebted to this female on a personal level. She had defeated Amarantha, freeing Prythian,but also...she had freed me. I had been a slave to the self-appointed queen. I realized then that I was indebted. I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of it either.

“You offered me freedom and you meant it,” Feyre said finally. “You would have helped me leave.”

I wasn’t sure what I would have done. Perhaps I would have tried to set her free, just so I didn't have to watch another Clare Beddor get slowly ripped apart and tortured again if Feyre failed. Maybe it was for my own peace of mind and not for Feyre’s well being that I offered to help her get away. My own selfish ambitions? Still, I don’t know why I had offered, what had prompted me to say those things. I felt Feyre staring at me, waiting for me to say anything.

I looked up at her, meeting her hard gray eyes. There was very little kindness there, very little of anything. They were hollow, scarred. They had seen too much and now they were seeing me and I did my best to hide from her piercing gaze.

“I’m sorry you never came with me,” I said lowly after what seemed like hours of silence. “I’m sorry about what happened to you.”

Feyre’s lips pressed together and her brows drew forward in an expression of confusion. “Are you really sorry at all?” I had no answer.

*** *** ***

I kept getting these glances by Rhysand and Amren through the day. I was invited to stay for dinner, afterwards I was told I could roam about the city as I pleased. Azriel wouldn’t be accompanying me, much to my joy as he had gone off to speak with some contacts of his.

“I don’t appreciate being the subject of silent conversation,” I said, swallowing a fork full of greens. From where he sat, I heard Cassian snort into his wine. I shot him a look, feeling like a sulky child.

Rhysand rather delicately sipped his wine and waited a good minute before speaking.

“I was interested in how well you can control your powers. Amren told me you tried to steal hers.” The food in my mouth turned to ash. I looked up and rubbed my right ring finger, deciding to give an honest answer.

“I didn’t try to. It just happened. It...depends on the power. The more powerful the fae, the more interested it becomes and it reaches out towards it,” I explained. “It...feels like another side to my consciousness. I can’t always summon it up and I can’t always restrain it. Amarantha...had me...use it to strip fae of their power.” I shuddered and looked up, holding up my left hand, pointing the the white untanned skin on my ring finger.

“Any power I took went to a ring that she had made for me. It was...like a siphon almost. Once it was filled she took the power as her own.” Amren folded her fingers under her chin and tilted her head, watching me.

“Did you keep any of the power?” I shook my head.

“No. I never could.” “The fae you took from, what happened to them?” Amren asked. I looked at her and then down at my plate. I reached for my glass of wine, taking a healthy sip. I could hear the faint screams in my head. Sounds of torture. I saw clearly the blank looks in their eyes when they’d been sucked dry. Any spark of magic being drained from them left them husks of what they once were. I had stolen more than a life. I had stolen a soul.

“They would have been better off dead.”

I looked up, catching Rhysand’s eyes. “I’m not proud of what I did,” I said. “I would take it all back if I could, but I can’t and nothing I can do can reverse what I did. I suppose that means I have to make up for it by doing something...worth while for a change.” Amren snorted, as if she could care less what I was capable of.

“To think that Hybern had its hands on you,” she said. She tilted her head, her eyes shimmering with suspicion. “Why’d he let you go. No one escapes from there so easily. It’s hard enough to penetrate.” I opened my mouth, to say I almost died getting away. I was going to tell them of what the king had said, what he’d made me do.

“The King…”

Just like that, my mind went blank. Nothing. I could remember nothing of what I was going to say or do. I blinked at Amren, my eyes suddenly unfocusing.

Remember, you can’t say a word. It’ll spoil all the fun.

There was a roaring in my ears and fire in my veins. I doubled over, my hands going to my middle. I felt like my insides were being eaten by fire, my blood replaced by blades.

Myriad. Through my pain, I felt darkness. It was soft and comforting, close too. Like a presence in my mind.

I realized someone was holding my face and I was on the floor. I blinked, staring up at silver eyes belonging to Amren. I was panting, feeling sick. I rolled over, wretching to the side. Thankfully nothing came up.

“Cauldron, what was that?!” I heard Cassian say. Mor said something that I couldn’t catch.

Amren bent down and tilted her head, looking at me.

“I think...it’s a curse.” I couldn’t remember what she was talking about. What I had been about to say that caused so much pain.

“Whatever it is, it’s blocked,” Rhysand said. I looked away from both of them and stifled a sudden sob, the sound being wretched from me. I knew if I started, it would only lead to hysterics.

Breath.

I took a shuddering breath, wishing desperately for space.

“I’m alright,” I finally rasped. I looked at Amren, searching her face. “What happened?” “You fell out of your chair screaming,” she said. “After you mentioned Hybern.” I flinched at the name and ran a hand through my hair. I rested my arms on my knees.

“What kind of curse?”

“An old one it seems,” she replied.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and shook my head. “I seem to be a popular person,” I said finally.

“We’ll find a way to break it, Myriad,” he said. I nodded gratefully and looked at him.

“Thank you...for dragging me out.” Rhysand tilted his head, an eyebrow raising curiously.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“I heard someone call my name,” I said evenly. I stood up and Rhysand glanced at each me. I flushed and shook my head.

“Never mind,” I said. I felt a prickle on my neck and I looked across the table as Azriel materialized from shadow into the dining room.

“What happened?”

The shadowsinger looked directly at me and I stared at him, my breath stopping in my chest. It snapped into place like a hammer driving a nail through my soul. I stood stock still, staring at the Illyrian I didn’t know, who’d saved me on several occasions in my life.

I stumbled back a step and winnowed despite the wards around the house.

I knew who had called my name and I knew why.

The shadowsinger was my mate.

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Ideas on How to Take the Best Photos with the Android Smart phone

Any time you’re working with any of the most up-to-date Android mobile phones, such as the Galaxy S9 or Pixel 3, then one of the best cameras available is right now in your pocket. You are prepared to start shooting those wife and kids pictures at cherished meetings which will last endlessly. But no matter the prowess of the sophisticated smartphone, plainly pointing and snapping shots at the picture is not the technique to shoot long lasting experiences. The exact requirements affect smartphone picture taking as they do studio picture taking: a little staging will go far. Take a beat before clicking the shutter switch and implement a number of of the subsequent ideas to help make your android-snapped photographs start looking their best. You have observed this before, but it requires repeating because it makes an amazing impact: make certain the photo camera continues to be when you’re capturing an image. 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sodadesire4 · 4 years

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Uncover Digital Photography Best Tips using your Android Cell phone

Finally, that instance of the year again when you are operating your cellphone overtime wanting to maintain up with all the memories of getaway parties, family members get-togethers, and pets you’ve wrangled into festive outfits. If you’re using the most advanced Android mobile phones, including the Galaxy S9 or Google Pixel 3, well then one of the best cameras in the marketplace is already in your pocket. Then again regardless of the prowess of the high-end smart phone, plainly aiming and shooting at the picture is not the way to shoot enduring memories. The exact requirements affect smartphones photography because they do studio picture taking: a modest amount of staging will go a long way. Have a beat before striking the shutter key and implement a number of of the following guidelines to help to make your android-snapped photographs appear their best. You’ve seen this before, but it needs reiterating because it makes an unimaginable impact: make sure the photo camera is still when you’re capturing a photograph. I can’t let you know total number of instances I’ve snapped and walked to keep up with an organization or something of the type, only to be dismayed down the road by fuzzy results. The Android phone may be really fast at starting up the camera app (double-press the power button on most to instantly fire it up), but it can’t make up the photo if you aren’t still while taking the picture. It is usually smart to get into the habit of looking into what you currently shot prior to moving forward. You would not really need a tripod in this point in time to take a still photo, though it certainly will help elicit the most desirable results. Additionally, there are smart phone camera brackets for standard-sized tripods if you’re already tricked out in surveillance camera equipment. 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If you’d rather not pay very much to make your photos looked aged, KujiCam is certainly unrepentantly fun to make use of, and your digital photos will look like they were taken in another era. In the event that you do screw up a snapshot and the point in time has elapsed, try using an app like TouchRetouch to go in and clear away an out-of-place fingertip in the uppermost corner. Don’t leave out the editing features your phone does originally. Google Photos comes pre-installed on nearly every modern Android gadget and offers quick editing equipment, including a small number of colored photo filters, a crop option, and the capability to alter basic elements just like the color hue and exposure. (Google Photos offers automatic backup for your photos and video clips, so be certain to take advantage of that, however you remove all of your special experiences next time your phone drowns in a pool.) Samsung and LG’s respective photo gallery programs also deliver light editing options along similar lines. In the event you are feeling audacious, you may even like some of the digital “stickers” included on Samsung’s Galaxy and Note cellphones. I prefer a little sultry lighting. A dozen candle lights and a few dimmed lamps are the perfect way to transmission to your friends and family that the abode is definitely a warm one. This sort of lighting is poor for images, nevertheless, and even though your cellphone’s manufacturer guaranteed you the best low-light pictures, lovely gatherings are not the place to try out this assertion. Don’t be shy to include a small amount of light in the event the mood calls for it. You may not need to pay for extra things; just remove the top on a close by light fixture or other comparative and place it in front of your subjects, beside you if you are the shooter. Also, avoid overhead lighting. As much as recessed lighting looks great in person, it’s not good on photo camera. (There’s a reason why actresses wear sun shades the instant they are inside, where there is frequently overhead light.) This same lamp technique helps diffuse these sorts of lighting situations and would make everyone in the photography seem warm and alive. Your cell phone’s flash can do the same in a bit, yet stay away from it as most of your light supply, as it can make your get-together look washed out. Alternatively, you might use a relative’s cell phone flashlight as a directional light beam of kind by pointing it at the position you wish people’s faces to end up being lit. It can donate to some actually professional lighting effects.

Do you believe you are one of the many happy ones to find the Pixel 3’s Night Sight update? Be sure you are employing it when the situation calls for it, like inside restaurants or faintly-lit traditional buildings. This functionality is coming soon to outdated Pixel devices and is available in the default Android photo camera app, from the same screen where you may swap between panoramic mode and so on. On Samsung and LG cell phones, a similar option is buried in the Professional or Manual modes. In this case, you’ll want to do a bit of adjusting to the camera settings to get the type of picture you want. You do not have to be a camera professional to gain access to this, because so many manufacturers present live previews so you can see what the result can look like after a little of adjusting. For ideal results, keep all of it on Automatic aside from the shutter speed, that’s where you’ll start to see the real difference in just how much light camera can take in. And of course, don’t forget to lean it against something as the shutter is open up or you’ll end up with a blurry picture. Portrait mode is one of those defacto common capabilities that now comes offered with every modern smart phone. It’s like panorama setting, except that you’re more likely to work with it more regularly since it gives pictures a little of a high tech appearance. You don’t need to utilize it to shot photos of individuals, either. This works equally well for animals, house plants, or any various other curious target. My favorite activity to carry out with Portrait setting, maybe I’m having a selfie or snapping a photo with friends I have not heard of in over 10 years, is to use it next to a plain background. A bare wall is fantastic for headshots, while a patterned wall adds a bit of sparkle. I love the fake “studio appearance” of the types of images, and you could get very creative utilizing the lamp-light trick in a living room. If carried out right, the consequence of your Portrait mode could look as preened and sleek as though taken on school photo day, and they could even be photographs deserving enough to put over a bundle of holiday cards in the next year. Finally and in fact the most plain piece of knowledge on the list right here, you should not forget to clean your photo camera lens before capturing a shot. The android is entirely able at this time in the process to capture a high-quality picture of the persons you appreciate, nonetheless it will not mean much if the lens is messy with finger dirt and several other different dust. Even though you possess a case on with a photo camera covering, clean that section clean inside and out to guarantee that your photos remain perfect. In the event your mobile phone is your only camera, it is best to keep the microfiber cloth or a bunch of camera-cleaning wipes. Get them in bulk and place them almost everywhere: in each and every container you utilize and every family car you drive in. Pictures are typically worth a million words if these are discernible, and in the event you put into it upwards of this much on a new phone, then it should produce photo frame-worthy pics.

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