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#get over yourself !!!! most ppl would be so lucky to have that
elusive-writer · 1 year
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𝘈𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴
(GN! Reader)
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I got this idea very randomly so I thought why the hell not 🤭
Word count : 671
✩ 𝘑𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘒𝘶𝘫𝘰 ✩
Yeah no, you’re gonna have a hell of time tryna convince this man to let you paint his nails.
Be prepared to beg and bargain cause that is the only way you even have a CHANCE of changing his mind.
When he begrudgingly agrees to letting you paint his nails, (after you agree to buy his cigarettes for the remainder of the trip) he only lets you paint them black.
Maybe with a small star on the middle finger if you’re lucky 😌
(he won’t admit it, but he likes the way you hold his hands as you work 🤭)
Once you’re finished, he’ll glance at your handiwork before muttering an “it’s alright…”
actually really likes it
Will absolutely chip the nail polish on purpose so you’ll re-paint his nails.
And will absolutely deny it if you call him out on it.
✩ 𝘕𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘒𝘢𝘬𝘺𝘰𝘪𝘯 ✩
Will probably be a little hesitant at first.
But after some minor convincing he just says fuck it.
And of course, a nice cherry red is the obvious choice to go.
After you’re finished tho he is LIVING for it.
He swears it’s given him like a power boost or something.
He feels fucking POWERFUL.
Insists that you let him paint yours now.
(he’s an artist so it’s obvi gonna be amazing)
Once he’s finished, you best believe he’s gonna want to show off to all the other crusaders.
and also convince them to paint their nails as well dkdkdjdjdk
Y’all would have a lot of fun with this.
✩ 𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘗𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦 𝘗𝘰𝘭𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘧 ✩
It’s you that’s asking, of course he’d let you paint his nails!
“For you mon amour, anything 😉”
He would let you do ANYTHING to him.
ahem ahem anything
ANYWAY
Would probably ask for silver because ya know… silver chariot.
But I could see him being convinced into doing a pale blue.
Or whatever your favourite colour is.
(is he easy, or can he just not decide? I honestly don’t know)
Another one that feels on top of the world once you’re finished.
Will also insist on letting him paint your nails.
The result is…. most definitely something.
you don’t say anything to spare his feelings
Will gate keep you from the others.
Can’t have HIS nail tech getting stolen 😤
✩ 𝘔𝘶𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘈𝘷𝘥𝘰𝘭 ✩
He’s a little taken aback by your request.
But you’ve proven yourself a reliable companion throughout this journey so he trusts you.
Could def see him going with a fiery orange.
Or a nice gold that compliments his jewellery.
BUT OH MY GOSH IMAGINE HIM WITH WHITE NAIL POLISH?!?
sorry, getting carried away
Finds the overall experience to be extremely relaxing.
Between the feeling of your hands and the way you subconsciously hum as you paint almost has him falling asleep.
Is honestly a little sad when it’s over.
Likes the look of the polish more than he expected.
Will be a little shy to ask for you to do this in the future but if you offer, he will happily oblige.
✩ 𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘩 𝘑𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 ✩
Oh my god don’t even get me started.
He is ASTRONOMICALLY down for this idea.
Bitch, he’s probably the one who suggested it when he saw you painting yours.
queue tequila joseph
You better believe he’s going for a bright ass pink.
His confidence to through the fucking roof and life is too short. Bring that pink polish NEOWWW.
Is one of those ppl that cannot sit still for the life of him.
You have to constantly tell him to sit the fuck down so that you’re not painting the entirety of his hand.
Once you’re finished he’s like a peacock.
🦚🦚
Constantly bragging, showing off… THE WORKS MAN.
might even bust out the old dress if he’s feeling especially bold dkdkdjd
Is absolutely gonna ask you to do this again in the future.
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iraprince · 1 year
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hi idk if this is a weird question but like. how do u Make Art with adhd? you mentioned in your comic that you struggled w various other creative hobbies, but like drawing feels to me always like the Big Bad Thing I Cannot Ever do. even tho i want to make it my career LOL
how'd you get past that?
not a weird question at all! this is actually a question i ask myself pretty much every day, bc generally my answer to "how do i make art with adhd" has always been: With Great Difficulty, lmfao.
it's hard! i am not always good at it! i made art my job bc i realistically couldn't imagine being truly happy with anything else; if that wasn't the case, i'm not sure i would be doing this. like, that ends up being a big divide between the hobbies mentioned in that comic vs art, which is something that it seems (according to viewing my online activity) i do "Consistently;" it is my career, so there's a level of like, urgency and necessity there that my hobbies don't have. which, like, obviously my advice is not "make it your job so that you HAVE to OR ELSE :)" because it doesn't work like that. i am spending an amount of time OR-ELSE-ing that i think might surprise ppl, and i am frankly very lucky that my wife is the primary provider for our family, because it gives me a safety net for when my brain makes a loud grinding noise and then belches a big cloud of smoke and i have to spend a week hitting it with a wrench.
ANYWAY. this is going to get long bc i have a lot of thoughts abt it. there's really no one answer to getting past it, and i am not "past it," i don't know if i think anyone ever can be! we can just try really hard to keep going in ways that won't burn us out. if i had to pull out the absolute #1 most important thing i've learned over the past few years, it is -- and i know this sounds like dumb corny bullshit but you really have to stay with me here -- being kind and patient with yourself.
i'm being so dead serious. if beating yourself up and freaking out and constantly agonizing over how much more you Could be drawing worked, you would be drawing right now. if beating ourselves up over our output worked, EVERYONE would be drawing ALL the time. it doesn't fucking work! it does not! do literally anything other than yelling at yourself. it's bullshit. it's fuckery. it does not work.
on the other hand, cultivating as much kindness and patience and compassion as i can muster -- saying, "well, it looks like i just don't have it today. that's okay, let's try again tomorrow," even if i'm saying it through clenched teeth and i don't really believe it -- THAT works, because it chips away at the idea of drawing being life or death. it's probably a very similar feeling to you describing art as The Big Bad Thing. of course if you hang all your self worth on it and let it become immense and dominating, it's going to be hard to interact with it! it's scary! it becomes easier to avoid it than to try to tackle it and then feel disappointed in yourself in a more active way (vs. just disappointed in yet another day where u didn't try). but every time i sigh and say "okay" when my brain is screaming and crying bc art just is not working, and i decide to rest and try again tomorrow, 1. it is easier to do a little bit of work the next day when i'm rested than it is to do ANY work when i chain myself to my desk for 9 hours and demand results, and 2. i learn that it is not the end of the world. it just isn't. and so art gets smaller, and less frightening, and it can just be my job (something i have to wrangle my adhd around just like anything else, like grocery shopping and keeping the house clean and keeping up with my friends) instead of some huge destructive boss battle with my identity hanging in the balance.
sometimes you have to talk to yourself like a little kid. if a little kid came to you upset and was like "i wanna draw but i just can't. i don't know why." you would (hopefully) not be like, "whatever, i guess you're just not cut out for it then!" or whatever other mean shit we say to ourselves when we can't draw. you would be like, "well, okay. do you want me to sit with you? how do we start? where's some stuff we can draw with? hm, i can't really think of what to draw either. did you see anything pretty or cool today? let's just draw some shapes." etc etc. and if the kid got frustrated and it still wasn't working you'd be like, you know what, that was a good try. let's have some lunch and try again later. and you deserve that same level of patience, and that level of CURIOUS problem-solving ("what can we try? what might be easier?") instead of, like, adversarial/blame-assigning problem solving ("what the fuck is the matter with you? why can't you just do it?")
also, shaking things up!! one of the most frustrating things abt adhd for me is i'll find a new strategy that Works, but it only works for like, two weeks or whatever, and then it stops working and i have to do something else. i have had a way better time just accepting that that's how things work vs thinking of these cycles as "failures."
if i start dreading working at my desk, i throw a block of printer paper onto a clip board and work on the couch for a few weeks. when that stops working, i get back on drawpile and do all my warmup sketches on an interactive canvas, with strangers around me (virtual coffeeshop lol?). when i get tired of that, then maybe i'm ready to be alone with clip studio again. nope, still not working? okay, let's stream while i'm working for a while then. let's start drawing differently. let's change the background color i draw on. just, like, i keep shaking things up to see if maybe i can trick my brain into feeling like we're doing something totally new for a while, and a lot of the times it works, and when it does not work i am not an asshole to myself, which is, as i keep reiterating, super vital.
when i make the most art is when i get super excited about something and i let myself go apeshit. (there's a reason my guild wars 2 stuff is corralled on a sideblog lmao.) when commissions start grinding to a halt for me, a lot of times it's bc i've let them become Tasks on a to-do list instead of remembering that each piece is a DRAWING; it can help for me to sit down and go through each piece in my queue and really look at it, and remind myself that these are DRAWINGS and i LOVE drawing, and to point out to myself stuff in the wip that i like, and stuff i'm excited to draw the next time i work on it. it's very easy to flatten stuff into just An Obligation if you stress too much about it, but it's very helpful to slow down and step back and remind yourself WHY you care that much. it's not just bc you have to.
i don't really want this to get much longer than it already is, especially when i don't really have concrete tips so much as rambling opinions and examples of stuff that Kind Of works for me Sometimes. i think the tldr is: relax, be nice, keep it fresh. i hope at least some of this is helpful!
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slimeranch7 · 2 years
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columbina x signora’s darling x arlecchino.
(update 2022-07-25, i posted part 2 if u horny ppls wanna check it out)
getting sent fanart of columbina x arlecchino sucking faces and my first reaction was "LET ME IN. LET ME IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN" but then i realized the power i have
Content warnings: DEAD DOVE, dubcon
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With La Signora’s passing, the Fatui Harbingers gathered, not to mourn, but to plot ahead, like she was nothing more than a sacrifice. Her company had been mostly dissolved, scattering into the reserves, by the time word had arrived that she was slain by the Mussou no Hitotachi. Others deployed into the field alongside her were either captured by the Shogunate, gone AWOL, or were forced to go into hiding. Those lucky enough were able to stick by your side as you snuck aboard a retreating Fatui vessel, back to your frozen homeland. 
When you arrived, you weren’t greeted with warm welcomes, but rather, a subtle kind of hostility, like they wanted to tear you apart. Most of your men were taken without a proper salute, by your master’s coworkers, her fellow Harbingers, and there would be nothing you could do as you watched them get dragged away for briefing. 
“Why, if it isn’t Signora’s favorite little underling!” Amidst the freezing winds of the harbor, you turn to meet the Regrator, 9th of the Fatui Harbingers, and just one position behind your former master’s. He eyes you with mirth and something else you can’t quite place, but you can’t return the gaze, so you kneel and bow to avoid conflict. “I was wondering if you would have stayed by your lady’s side as she got herself killed out there, but, it turns out…” He stops just before you as a show of power. “The dog is not as loyal as her master thought she was.”
“My lord.” You all but say in greeting.
“I admire your self restraint, little doggy.” He continues to provoke you to no avail. You’ve learned to live with the jabs over time, intentionally biting or not, courtesy of your late master. She mellowed down over time, respecting your competence in your field, but her sharp words never truly faded. Pantalone could never hope to become your new master, and you’d fight tooth and nail to make sure of that. Jealous bastard.
“Will you need me for a briefing, my lord?” You choose to ignore his snark, still refusing to give in.
“Maybe you could give me a better description as to what happened to Signora.” He quips. “I’m sure you saw it with your own eyes, if you follow her as closely as they say you do.”
Truthfully, you hadn’t. The only indication your late master’s death was a flaming moth, reminiscent of La Signora, fluttering in your direction, leading you far from the Tenshukaku, when thunder shook the grounds and you willed yourself not to look back, rounding up what men you could save, and evacuating the mission. She’s dead. She’s dead. 
Rosalyne had died.
And I couldn’t even collect her ashes like I promised, you swallow a painful lump in your throat as the moth flickers away into nothing, ship parting from the foreign land she had died in. There was nothing to take in remembrance. Rosalyne had died, and having nothing to remember her by, the memory you wanted to ingrain into your heart would too, extinguish with time.
“I was not present at the time of her passing, my lord. I sincerely apologize for the lack of intel.” Your knees hurt from the salt and snow, your eyes burn and your throat itches to let out a broken sob. Rosalyne is dead, and there’s nothing you can do to bring her back.
“Huh. I suppose there’s no point in looking back then.” The Regrator hums, unconcerned and terribly cruel. You grit your teeth, head still hung low. The harbor winds threaten to freeze your eyes shut. “With her gone, where will the masterless doggy go?”
Where would you go? 
You hoped that Her Majesty, The Tsaritsa, would allow for an early retirement.
Ha. At the ripe age of twenty? Tough luck. “I am unsure, my lord.” You answer.
“I’ll say this much,” He chuckles. “I am resourceful. I am wealthy. I have connections. Under me, your job will be far easier.” The Regrator leans down, dangerously close to catching sight of your frozen tears. “I’ve seen your face, darling. You’re beautiful. I’m sure you’d make a great addition to my company.”
You refuse. “Thank you for your gracious offer, my lord.” Your heart stays with Rosalyne. “But-”
“She’s with us.”
You urge yourself not to shoot straight up to see who had taken claim so quickly. Only when the Regrator rises to full height, do you dare to sneak a peek. The Harlequin and the Dove. Why are they here? 
The Regrator says nothing more and leaves.
“Milady, Arlecchino, Columbina,” You greet, head dipping even lower than before. You’re aware of them to be close associates of Rosalyne’s, but what happens behind closed doors is beyond you. What are they to your late master? What are they to you, if your loyalties will always lie with La Signora, even in death? What are they planning? 
“Come on, it’s colder than normal, today.”
You pause. Your loyalties will always lie with La Signora, even in death, you repeat in your head. “Milady, I apologize, but-”
“The Tsaritsa’s orders.” Arlecchino cuts you off. And who were you to disobey the very goddess Rosalyne dedicated her life to?
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“Did Rosalyne ever touch you, like this?”
Shakily, you turn your head sideways, subtly trying to creep away from her fingers prying your lower lips open, almost exposing teeth. “She has not, milady.” You wince as her hands trace lower, onto your neck, then resting on your shoulders. “M-My apologies, milady, I don’t understand the structure of your briefings,” You pause when she ghosts over your chest. “I… don’t see how these questions relate to the mission-”
“Rosalyne loved you.” Arlecchino intercepts bitterly. “She loved you, so she entrusted you to us.”
Rosalyne loved me. Rosalyne loved me. Rosalyne sent that moth. Rosalyne led me away from the Raiden Shogun’s Tenshukaku, away from the Mussou no Hitotachi. Rosalyne faced what should have been your duty, your diplomatic meeting, head on. Rosalyne sacrificed herself, not for the Tsaritsa. Rosalyne sacrificed herself for me. 
You feel like crumbling inside. It should’ve been you. You feel your heart melt and burn and char. You should’ve died in her stead. You feel your heart envelope with frost as cold as her.
Behind you, Columbina rests on the back of your chair, twirling your hair, gently tugging. She leans over to whisper directly into your ears, sending chills down your spine. “Mm. It’s only our duty to show you what she couldn’t.” You bite back an unsophisticated yelp as she licks the shell of your ear, then nibbling. “We’ll take good care of you for Rosalyne, right, Arlecchino?”
The taller girl hums an affirmative. And leans in to press a chaste kiss. For Rosalyne, you think.
Closing your eyes, you tilt your head to meet hers.
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caelum-et-ocean · 7 months
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DUN DUN!
You have been bitten by the mutual virus. To cure yourself, you must provide one reason why you follow each of your mutuals before sending this to others (whether mutuals or not) while in anon.
Good luck!
AAA OKOK
(if i forgot anyone i’m sorry T^T (also these started to turn into me just appreciating some ppl so uhh))
@emmaoftoomanyfandoms : Super sweet!!! Even if we don’t get too many chances to interact with each other I enjoy seeing your interactions with others :3
@kieranmew : I LOVE YOUR ART SM also you’re really silly and fun to talk to!! I remember one of your messages made me smile so much to the point where i think my mom questioned me 😭
@p0pp3t : UNAAA ILYSM I think you were one of my first mooties on here, tysm for being you!! You’re such a great person, I’m really grateful to have you here <3
@anunmarkedface : My first Redacted mootie (i think)!! I enjoy all of the talks we have, and being around you feels like a breath of fresh air
@lunaaltair : HII i love your art style soooo much, and it’s interesting hearing you talk during calls :D
@sweetangle8 : GABRIEL ILYSM youre sooo silly and i like making OCs with you and just talking about the most random stuff ever LOL
@4letteraroace : Andiiii!!!! You are one of the sweetest people i’ve ever met, keep on shining, ily!!
@cyc-chilla : Super funny and easy to talk to!! LOL i think i really got exposed to your blog because of that one Erik photo(?) in general though I like seeing your posts on my dash :D
@shawslut : Aaa you were also one of my first mutuals here!! You honestly make me feel so welcome and I love hearing from you!!
@mirrorchannel : I think we’ve been friends for over a year now (?) even though we don’t really speak as much as before, I still cherish all the time I get to spend with you 🫶🫶
@deviantaj : You are such an amazing person in general!! The way we met is still fresh in my mind LOL and I’m super glad we got that opportunity
@crescentgrim : The stuff you post about Redacted puts a smile on my face every time!! You’re such a good and loyal friend, anyone would be lucky to have you on their side ^^
@peacefullibrarian : Really kind and nice to talk to!! Ngl whenever I think of you my mind also thinks of pink lilies :3
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gravesaint · 2 months
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hi! when i read your post i got so excited bc the whole reason I went back to school (first time in 4 years, since high school!) is to become an archivist and work in a queer archive and help bridge those gaps and educate young ppl abt our history. do you mind answering a few questions of mine about how you got your job? what kind of program were you in, what did u major in, how did you end up working in a queer archive, what’s your job like? I could DM also!
Hello! Thanks for the ask!
So in undergrad I actually majored in art history because I knew I wanted to do some kind of museum/memory institution work, but wasn't really sure what (I went back and forth between curation, conservation, education, etc.). I also got a minor in museum studies!
I then went directly into gradschool because I got lucky with scholarships, and last spring I completed my master's in museum sciences. That program had three different tracks (administrative, education, and collections care), and I went down the collections care track since that aligned most with my desire to do archival work. I also interned in a few different areas at a local museum, and my work with their digitization department is what really cemented the fact that I liked working with collections.
Once I finished my master's, I was actually just on the job hunt when I decided to volunteer at my local equality center as a way to get out of the house and stay active in the community. I started by cleaning out their closets sdhfdjfhd
The volunteer coordinator saw in my email signature that I had a master's in archival and collections care and asked if I'd be willing to look at their history project room (literally a room full of 50+ years of materials that no one had ever organized). They had tried to put together an archival plan for it about 20 years ago, but the project just never took off.
I started by just going through everything and coming up with a preliminary plan for how to start managing the space, and I volunteered once a week for a few months just working on that. Over time my plans got more and more complex and I started treating the position like an actual job because I'm bad at setting boundaries lol. By this time I had actually landed a paying job working at a museum gift shop (not a lot of museum opportunities where I live currently, so I had to take what I could get and it pays the bills).
I spoke often with one of the center's main patrons (an older gay man who has done a lot of philanthropy in my city), and we eventually worked out an agreement for turning what I had already been doing into a paid position. I had already been doing work way beyond the scope of a volunteer (I did a lot of work on our online catalogue while at home or at my other job), and because I kept a record of all the work I had done and projects I had started, it was easier to pitch the idea of a full-time position to the organization's president.
So overall, I came into the position in a kinda unconventional way tbh. But luckily everyone at the center actually values the history and the work I've put in, so they saw the value of hiring me on officially. There are definitely easier ways of getting into archival work, but that's how it happened for me sjdfjdfh
As for what the job is actually like, I detail that in this ask!
My closing advice:
Have better workplace boundaries than me.
Look for ways to apply your skills in unconventional places (I never thought I would be making a career somewhere outside of a museum).
It can be daunting, but try to get as much experience under your belt while still in school as you can (via internships and volunteering), because it helps grow your confidence and it'll be easier for you to promote yourself and your work in the future. Unfortunately most internships probably aren't going to be paid, which is bullshit, but they really do help once you're out of school.
Develop a cocktail of autism, adhd, and ocd that makes you really good at building organizational and archival systems from the ground up (not actually required because chances are you'll find a pre-functioning archive that already has basic protocols in place).
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pinksummer444 · 2 years
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✨ pac ✨ #pac
xx welcome to my pac ☁️
what do people or love interest notice about you?
*trigger warning*
*for fun only*
*sorry for any typos*
*not using tarot, only using the picture*
for more reading from me, check out my YouTube 💅🏼
https://youtube.com/channel/UCAF3xIyTuGHJOrdxN6G42pA
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pile 3➡️ pile 4
pile 1 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀
hey, welcome to your #pac.
what is noticed about you by others ✨
he-she-they notice that you like alot of fancy things. even if you don’t see the price tag you, usually gravitate towards the most expensive item. you have very expensive taste. you are very feminine & girly. you have a really great sense of style. very fashionable. you’re like the ultimate girly, girl. you like to cuddle & to be worshiped. ppl, also notice that you are really shy.. but you still stand out from most. it’s actually hard not to notice you. when they first meet you, you strongly caught their attention. like a moth to a flame. your lover or people know you have a lot of admirers & fans. you have a lot of options in loveee. a lot of ppl feel like your favorite color is pink, rose gold, baby pink, peach etc. they think you have a very beautiful walk. people even talk over you a lot. your just so feminine and soft it’s hard not to, sometimes. you have really pretty hands and feet. ppl could also feel like it would be hard to get you to setttle down or to commit to just one person. but when you finally do, that person will be so lucky to have you to themselves. (you could have (libra, gemini, aries, pisces, aquarius, leo) in your chart. you make these ppl that notice you, very insecure or that their missing something because your so unapologetically who you are and this comes off as sexy as fuck but also scary to others. a lot of your friends copy you & look up to you. your like the lead singer of a group, or the main character in a movie because you give off this beautiful girl next door vibe that everyone has a crush on. lol 🦋 ppl don’t like losing someone as special as you. they feel like youre a earth angel over time. some people might think your mean because your so pretty, but get amazed because your actually really down to earth, smart and extra nice. maybe even too nice. 👼🏼
Pile 2
hey, pile 2 welcome to your reading.
what does your lover/ ppl think or notice about you? ✨
you are very mysterious. it’s something about you where people tend to follow you, watch you, stalk you, obsess over you. your their favorite thing to fantasize about. ppl notice you have a lot of things you hide, or feel like you need to keep hidden about yourself. you keep alot of things inside. this kind of makes them wonder,💭 could even make some very concerned. some may even think your a liar.. or they know you have a lot of secrets that would amaze them, or that would even make them cringe. they notice you love plants 🪴 and flowers and nature. you could have (cancer, pisces, taurus, virgo scorpio, aries) in your chart. you have a wall up to protect your heart. it’s hard not to noticed that you’ve been hurt or let down a lot in life. ppl also notice talking about relationships, or past relationships makes you nervous or uncomfortable. you could have a selective amount of friends as well. or no friends at all. you stand alone. & you take pride in doing things on your own. and this is sexy!! people like to watch lol. they are amazed, actually. women and men. strangers and lovers could notice you don’t like making eye contact too much either. ppl just know theres something deeper, inside of you. that lovers and friends desperately want to discover. you are looked at as very magically. maybe even witchy. you could be attracted to strong colors. like reds, blacks, dark blues, etc. they also notice you could be scared of other people, and their reactions to truth. because of what you been through, you could look down at your feet a lot , and walk really fast in public. people could also feel like your a introvert or a bit strange. nobody ever really fully understands you.
pile 3 ✨✨✨
hello, how are you? 🍑
what do people or lovers think about you?🙂
you have a really prettty body shape. (even if you don’t think so) ppl just think your body is beautiful. perfect size, skin tone, weight, etc. people love your natural body. and natural essence. your very aesthetically pleasing to look at. people think you should be in front of a camera. or that you are a model, social media influencer. ppl also notice that you have a very pretty smile. people love to be around you. strangers could love waving at you. stopping you, to say a few kind words, ask for your social media, your #. they just like to stay connected . people like making your day better. you have a very comforting aura to people. they feel warmed by you. energized by you. like sitting underneath a tree 🌅 on a warm simple summer day. you have a pleasant energy. that’s not easy to find.. people notice that your very selfless. you blush easy. 🙈 you smell really sweet and fresh to others. you have really good hygiene. you look like a pretty vintage movie actress. you tend to attract a lot of energy vamps 🧛🏾‍♂️ and codependent people.
Pile 4
hey pile 4 <33
🧚🏼 what do other think about you? 🧚🏼
you come off very head strong and independent. people notice you are very easily influenced& inspired. you may have addictive personality traits about yourself. you could use some form of escapism to thrive and to survive in your reality. people see you aren’t afraid to speak your mind when you feel like you need to be expressive. your very heavily focused on your dreams and goals✨ you could like long night drives to clear your mind. you could have (aquarius, leo, sagittarius, gemini, virgo, scorpio, aries, libra) in your chart. it’s hard not to love you. but a lot of people could feel like your a heart breaker, and you have a lot of love interest at one time because it’s hard for you to make up your damn mind. especially when you feel like your being forced to make a decision. ppl notice your always in rush to get somewhere or to get things done lol. a lot of people have fun with you, your so entertaining to most. everything about you is so exciting to your lovers, and friend group. they love hearing you talk about the things you love or are currently into at the moment. (your favorite movie, goals, work, new project etc) they wish they were as passionate as you. you come off very dedicated and energetic. people don’t know how you always stay so positive, and motivated. but if they need advice or inspiring words you come to mind :) (sex with you is also very good, it’s like fireworks) 🎇 ☁️
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drewsaturday · 10 days
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Oversensitivity About My Major hours
i know the backlash to business majors tends to be for like... stock bros who want to take over their daddy's company or see wages as a game, rather than the rest of us just doing it for survival purposes, but sometimes i do wanna shake ppl by the shoulders and point out a few things lmao.
business degrees, at least in the US, are some of the cheapest and most widely accessible fields to major in. every college that's known for being available online, cheap, and with options that make it easy for adults who already have to work, all at least have a business administration degree option, if not others in that field.
leaning on that, the kinds of jobs that are more accessible are ones with remote work options, and business degree jobs fall into that. i'm not going to major in something with entirely in-person job prospects when i can't go places in-person.
there is a certain level of privilege to be able to major in something you actually like, if your interests don't align with computer science or whatever. if i had any financial stability in my family (or more interesting online/cheap options) i would also go for the stuff i'm actually passionate about. but liberal arts degrees don't exactly pay well nor are they very conducive to avoiding student loans. if i majored in something i actually like i would be fucking myself over. if you're like me and are instead choosing to fuck yourself over for the sake of passion, cool! love that for you and i do genuinely hope it works out. but maybe examine the resentments you're forming to people who are trying to give themselves a better chance of survival as a way to distract yourself from how hopeless your own future now feels.
and while you can obviously take an occasional marketing class now and then regardless of your actual major, if you are in a creative industry you have to at least acknowledge that you're completely fucked if you don't know how to market yourself or track your business finances. if you don't get hired at a big business and have to rely on tiktok to get customers and clients, you're going to live long enough to become the #Girlboss you hate.
idk why this gets to me so much since i would rather be majoring in something else, but i guess that's kinda why it does get to me, which means i should probably chill out and join the bandwagon because i'm also suffering as a result of business degrees being propped up over everything else.
and i'm sure if i were lucky enough to be an in-person student actually meeting and dealing with other people in my major i would hate business majors too.
and a lot of other things come into play, like how we shouldn't Have to sacrifice income for pursuing our passions, or how you can still learn about business principles while in a different industry.
but... sometimes i think those attitudes mow over how many problems could be avoided if your favorite minecraft youtuber had an HR department for their server instead of having 0 understanding of what it takes for a proper business to run, because at the end of the day all the fun shiny exciting creative endeavors people want to make jobs out of do necessitate an understanding of paying taxes.
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hakubunii · 2 months
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Kazama x Senhime
Uhhhh…so here’s the smut I found buried in files of my computer. I’ve mentioned a few times before but I am not a fan of Kazama. However, I do find him interesting and his potential relationship with the oni princess Senhime. For those who do not know or haven’t played Heisuke’s route, this is set after the ending in that. I think I was leaning towards a more enemies to lovers type situation. These two did not like each other in the slightest at first but later in the story, they reveal certain details that make one think they might be a bit more attracted to each other than they let on and even believe themselves.
Some potential TW would be: loss of v/ir/ginity, slight misogyny considering it’s Kazama, uhhh breeding (LMAO IDK he wants oni babies), penetration, ppl having a tense relationship.
Anyways, check it out below! As always, lemme know what you think.
Senhime, his second option to Chizuru Yukimura rolled her eyes and scoffed. She was always a bit of an unpleasant woman despite her ethereal, lovely face. Senhime was always getting in the way of his advances on Chizuru, getting an attitude with him despite her lowly place as a woman, and was unfortunately intelligent- something valuable but also something that proved to be rather annoying for Chikage. Senhime was far from obedient. She had taken Chizuru’s place as his wife so that the other pure bread oni woman could pursue the filthy little human she was enamored with. The whole situation was quite vexing.
“The only reason I’ve even agreed to become YOUR wife is because you wouldn’t leave sweet Chizuru alone. You’re LUCKY my family has even agreed to marry me off to the likes of you!” Senhime spat defiantly.
Chikage raised an eyebrow at her words, a smirk playing on his lips. "And yet here you are, unable to resist me," he pointed out teasingly.
"It's not like I wanted this either!" she snapped back, crossing her arms beneath her chest.
Senhime went to spew more insults Kazama’s way but stopped herself when her companion and protector Kimigiku shot her a concerned glance. She stopped and straightened her kimono, frowning to herself as she regained her composure.
“I will go with you and become your wife. I will have your children. But don’t think for a SECOND, that I will make this easy for you.” She said sternly “Kimigiku will also be coming with me to your home. She is my closet companion and is the person I trust most.”
Kazama scoffed but complied, nodding impatiently.
“As you wish….do you have any..other…requests?” Kazama grumbled
Senhime thought for a moment before speaking. "Yes, I do. My belongings must be packed and brought with me immediately upon arriving at your residence."
"Very well," Kazama replied.
Kimigiku remained silent and they made their way to Kazama’s home. Kimigiku was allowed to momentarily room with Senhime but after the wedding ceremony, she was only allowed a bit of time to mentally prepare the younger women for her wedding night. Senhime had a duty…one she was dreading.
“Do I have to?” She whined to the other women before groaning “Don’t answer that…I know I must…”
To think she must now go to bed with that horrible man…To bare HIS children? She hated the thought. Part of her was nervous, though she’d never outwardly show it. She waited in his room as instructed, all done up and presented beautifully for him. A bride worth looking at.
Kazama entered the room, closing the sliding door behind him. His eyes roamed over Senhime's figure, admiring her beauty even though he had seen it many times before. He approached her slowly, his footsteps almost silent.
"You look... lovely," he finally managed to utter out, reaching out a hand to caress her cheek gently. "Now, undress yourself for me."
Her brows furrowed for a moment at his crassness and her heart pounded, but she did not shy away from the touch of his hand.
“It took an awfully long time to be dressed in this….but as you wish.” She hissed through gritted teeth- trying her best to sound pleasant but failing to do so. She fumbled with unfolding the fabric of her obi. She was struggling. There were so many layers and complex parts to this kimono he’d picked out for her to wear in their wedding.
Chikage watched patiently, his eyes roaming over her exposed skin as she undressed herself. He found himself growing awfully excited despite himself as he watched his wife shed her clothing layer by layer. He felt himself stir beneath his clothing and exhaled, slightly amused at the revelation.
"That's a good girl," he praised softly when she finally stood naked before him, hands behind her back waiting for further instruction. "Now, turn around and lay flat on the mat."
She glared at him only to find him smirking and rolled onto her belly as instructed. She was…..unsure of why he wanted her on her stomach- seeing as how tonight she’d be losing her chastity. She pouted at the mere thought of it…there was no love in this..no sweet nothings…no gentle kisses…It was a business deal fueled by nothing more than power for him and a quiet protest on her part. He was simply deflowering his wife, his right as a husband. She pouted at the thought- angry and secretly nervous. This process was unknown to her…and Kimigiku revealed that pain came from it. Why should she endure pain for HIM? His only saving grace was that, as horrific as it was to admit to herself, Kazama Chikage was an incredibly handsome man. He had a lovely facial structure, piercing red eyes, and an attractive voice that would almost be soothing if he wasn’t always spewing disrespectful nonsense. She hated that she even found his self involved grin handsome. It was a conundrum to say the least.
“Awfully romantic, aren’t you?” She grumbled, her brown eyes watering as she faced away from him on her stomach.
"Romance is not my strength," Chikage admitted nonchalantly, walking around her body slowly. His hands traced down her spine, stopping just short of the small of her back. "However, I assure you, tonight will be pleasurable for both of us."
She felt herself rolling her eyes at his words. How hard was it to treat a woman delicately? She said nothing though and simply parted her thighs a bit more, allowing him to guide her onto her knees. She steadied herself and planted her hands against the floor and began to mentally prepare herself for their lovemaking. The young woman felt the blood immediately rush to her face when she felt the head of his cock rub teasingly against her slit. He used his thumb to part her slightly and then she felt him push his way into her. She shut her eyes tight, feeling the pressure give way as he pushed past her resistance. He sunk deep inside of her until, presumably, he had taken her fully. Senhime yelped in pain, whining for just a moment before she bit down on her lower lip to hush herself some, trying to save her pride. It did, in fact, hurt. It felt like he was splitting her open. She bit her lip so hard she thought it might break skin as her hands planted into the floor.
“A-ah!”
Tears prickled down her face as she tried to keep her labored groans silent during this.
“I am not an animal to be bred.” She snapped “Do not be so rough with me!”
"Relax," he commanded gruffly, his voice husky with desire. "Let go of your pride and submit to me."
“Do you have to press my face into the tatami mat?” She whined, sniffling as it left a pink mark on her skin. “I’m your precious wife…you should treat me with more dignity.” She mumbled.
Chikage chuckled darkly, but ultimately relented. Lowering her head slightly, he shifted his grip on her hips, allowing her more freedom of movement. "Better?" he asked, still thrusting into her tight passage.
"Yes... better," she managed to choke out between ragged breaths.
He enjoyed the view of her on her knees like this, taking his cock. Her whimpers in discomfort were proving to be a bit distracting, however. He slowed down a bit, surprising even himself when he rubbed at her hips in an attempt to comfort her. As much as he wanted her to submit to him, he didn’t like that this was so uncomfortable for her. He wanted his new mate to become eager to make love with him. At this rate, he was concerned that this would make him look bad. It certainly bruised his pride. Something he wouldn’t tolerate.
“What do you need from me?” Kazama asked quietly.
Senhime swallowed thickly, her body still adjusting to the intrusion. "...Just... please, be gentle..." She whimpered, closing her eyes tightly.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“As you wish.” he said, his movements becoming much more slow and deliberate.
He reached for a cushion and buried it under her abdomen, propping her up. Deciding this wasn’t enough, he added another under her. Senhime’s brows furrowed in curiosity.
“If I position myself at a sharper angle, this might be a bit more…enjoyable for you.”
With that, he began to slowly move once more, his cock grinding slowly against the bundle of nerves between her legs from the inside.
Senhime tensed up again, unsure of his intentions but forced herself to relax slightly. She could feel the head of his cock teasing her entrance, rubbing against her sensitive spot. She squirmed a little, trying to find some sort of rhythm with his movements.
"O-okay..." she managed to utter out, her voice cracking slightly.
He continued thrusting into her slowly, building up speed gradually. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, mixing with the initial pain. Her breathing grew louder, transforming into soft, needy whimpers.At this point, the pain was momentarily forgotten.
He smirked, his hands steadying her hips with much less force.
“Are you enjoying this, Princess?” Kazama asked almost coyly.
The sound of his smug voice made Senhime’s face turn red with irritation. Admittedly, this was starting to feel pleasant…perhaps pleasant was an understatement. She trembled in arousal as she felt him press into that same sweet place over and over again. It was regrettably heavenly.
Senhime gritted her teeth, trying hard to regain some control over her body. "No! I’m not enjoying myself!" She snapped back,lying through her teeth.There was no denying the truth in those words."How lewd..." She muttered under her breath, clenching tightly around him as he picked up pace again. Her body betrayed her every time she tried to resist him.
He tsk’d and continued fucking into her, cursing himself for marrying such a stubborn woman.
“You’re being dishonest.” He grunted, increasing the force of his movements, hitting some place deep in her that made her moan.
Senhime's body arched involuntarily, her nails digging into the tatami mat below her. Her hips rocked backward and forth in sync with his thrusts, her moans growing louder till they reached a crescendo. She was close. She could feel it building inside her.
She found herself crying out, her voice breaking as waves of ecstasy crashed over her like a tidal wave.
He let out a hoarse chuckle, unrelenting. He was not about to stop because she was sour that this felt so good for her. Why, his little wife was about to experience the throngs of pleasure for the first time. Why deny Senhime of that? His hips snapped rapidly, earning another winded round of gasps from the little oni women under him.
Senhime's world spun around her as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her. Her walls clenched tightly around him, causing him to let out a growl of approval as he spilled into her. Finally, she moaned one final time before collapsing onto the floor, panting heavily.
"Ahh... that was... unspeakable..." She panted, her body limp and sated.
She was completely humiliated and momentarily lost her mind and actually found herself wanting to shower him with kisses and endless affection. Of course, she was not insane and, thus, didn’t do such a thing. Just because he managed to make her feel good, doesn’t mean that he was any less of a pompous man child.
Senhime rolled onto her back, kicking the pillows that were under her away as she watched her husband loom over her- looking quite pleased with himself. She scowled up at him, wincing when he glanced at the mess he left between her legs. She protested and went to kick him away, but he simply stopped her by the ankle and held her legs open as he inspected her.
“Quiet now. You must keep it there so that it takes.” Kazama growled.
Satisfied after inspecting whatever it was he was inspecting, Kazama came closer, grinning rather wolfishly at her- probably to taunt her for enjoying herself so much in the end. Senhime growled in frustration, but couldn't bring herself to resist him this time. Her body still trembled slightly from the intense orgasm he had given her.
"Just... get it over with."
Chikage leaned down, his mouth hovering over hers. Their lips met in a passionate kiss that left neither wanting more nor less. His tongue darted past her lips, exploring her mouth deeply as he reached down between their bodies, grasping her hips tightly. With a final thrust, he claimed her once more, filling as he did before, perhaps this time, a bit more carefully.
“Arg-“ she grunted, feeling a bit more discomfort like before but not as intense.
“Just a moment…I know what it takes to make you more compliant now.” He said casually, adjusting himself inside of her. His hips slowly rocked as he pumped his length inside of her.
Senhime’s eyes narrowed for a moment but soon widen when she felt his fingers rub her clitoris in slow circular motions. She blushed like mad and went to swat his hands away to no avail. This combined with his movements inside of her proved to be pleasant once more. Despite her better judgement, the sound of her own voice mewling in approval filled her flushed ears.
“Do you feel that, princess?” He asked condescendingly.
Senhime's eyes remained shut tightly, but she couldn't help but moan softly. "Y-yes..." She whined out, her body adjusting to this new sensation.
"Good girl," he praised, increasing the pace of his movements. His fingers continued to tease her sensitive spot while his cock thrust into her tight channel. She hated how he praised her in this way. She hated how good making love with him felt, how he put a little effort into it now. Most importantly, she hated how full her heart felt when they did this. She didn’t understand it. She detested this man with every fiber of her being, and yet, she wanted him desperately. In this moment, she felt like nothing would hurt her if he were around. Surely, it must be a result of their coupling- a survival instinct or something.
After a few more minutes of relentless pleasure, Senhime's body tensed up once again. She clung to him desperately, mumbling all kinds of unintelligible nonsense. There foreheads touched and she opened her eyes to find him staring into hers. When she finally came down from her high, panting heavily and covered in sweat, she became self conscious under his stare. What she didn’t know was how his own heart beat at the sight of her beautiful, glassy eyes. She was absolutely breathtaking like this.
“You know….” Kazama hummed, bringing his lips close to hers, holding her chin still to keep her from turning from his gaze “You’re much more likable like this.”
He chuckled darkly and pressed his lips against hers, savoring their kiss this time. He pulled away, a smirk playing as usual on his stupid, handsome face.
“I trust you’ll come to bed with me more often? Or I suppose I could let you sleep here with me every night.”
Senhime glared at him, but the truth was that she knew he wouldn't back down. "...Yes," she grunted reluctantly. "I'll join you."
“Clean yourself up…I will adjust the futon…It’s time for my precious wife to rest in our marriage bed.”
Senhime’s cheeks went pink as he used her words against her and nodded. She curtly went to one side of the room, hidden by a partition. There sat a bucket of well water and some rags for cleaning. She peaked over at him from behind the partition to find him tidying up there sleeping space. It surprised her that he had thought to do this in advance- the slightest bit of courtesy She took her time cleaning herself, rolling her eyes when she heard his voice impatiently ask if she were finished. She dressed in sleeping attire he’d provided for her and crept towards him, grimacing at the sight of him outstretched in the futon before her. Upon seeing her, he beckoned her to join him which she reluctantly agreed to.
As she lay down beside him, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "Now, go to sleep," he commanded softly, his breath tickling against her ear. "Tomorrow will be an eventful day. I plan on making love to you again.”
“What if I don’t become pregnant after this.” She asked softly
Chikage's hand tightened around her waist, squeezing slightly. "That won't be an issue," he assured her gruffly. "With me as your husband and you as my wife, it's only a matter of time." If he didn’t give her a child this time, he certainly didn’t mind trying once more. As many times as it took.
She huffed in response but eventually, too fell asleep. Kazama awoke in the early morning to find his wife had unconsciously curled against him in her sleep. Her little head rested on his chest and she draped an arm and a leg over him. She looked much more pleasant when she was sleeping soundly like this. He found himself smiling softly much to his surprise. He couldn't help but reach out tentatively, brushing a tendril of hair away from her forehead. His gaze lingered on her sleeping form for a moment longer than necessary before he removed his body from under her head and carefully slid out from beneath her warmth.
Her eyebrow twitched and a familiar scowl formed on her soft features. He too, found himself scowling now.
“What a disagreeable woman.” He muttered.
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menalez · 2 years
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Can you name some examples of a way bi people have systemic power over lesbians? I’m struggling to think of some that aren’t just Interpersonal aggression. Preferably ones bi people can access while still being visibly bi because imo it doesn’t count as a privilege if you have to lie and hide yourself to access it (unless you have a reason this isn’t this case which I would love to hear)
tbh if u think being able to pass as het your entire life and being able to comfortably n happily be in a het marriage and enjoy the privileges het people do.... how exactly do you not have systemic power over lesbians? how is that just interpersonal aggression? also:
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most bi people don't find their sexuality particularly important to them, there's probably a reason for that which is that many do get to enjoy social benefits and privileges while still being true to themselves (bc they're not somehow going against themselves by acting on their OSA) that gays & lesbians can only get if we completely reject ourselves and live in misery.
this difference is also especially present in more homophobic regions. it's more or less normal in many middle eastern countries for bi people to be with the same sex before getting married bc it doesn't 'count' in many ppls' eyes (sex before marriage isn't acceptable after all) & then to dump their (usually lesbian/gay) same sex partner once it's time to get married. meanwhile gay people are sometimes forced into het marriages simply to maintain some level of safety and security and when lucky, they find another gay person of the opposite sex to marry and have an arrangement with so they don't get harassed by their family and society for being "single" at an older age. these are only the lucky few, the more bleak and frequent reality is that gay people often have to marry someone of the opposite sex who typically will be totally unaccepting of gay people and live the rest of their lives in fear and trying their best to hide their homosexuality.
considering all of this, i don't understand how anyone can argue that there is no power difference between bi people and gay people. look at the current discourse around homosexuality and the whole sexuality is fluid thing going on... look at who has more sway and power when it comes to the conversations.. who can fit into heterosexual society better and who can blend in more easily.. that without a doubt creates a power difference
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229zmi · 2 years
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FALL4U
PAIRING: Shimizu Kiyoko/Reader
CONTENT: Barbie Princess Charm School AU (although school isn’t specified as anything other than prestigious fancy rich ppl school), clumsy reader, cheesy pick-up lines, minor injury
WORD COUNT: 2.5k
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I. Fall4U
Your suitcase strikes the floor first, and then follows you, though not as gracefully as you would have liked on your first day at a new school.
You swear you aren’t normally this clumsy. You’ve served customers since the day you could walk; you’re used to having to balance an assortment of items. Sure, you’ve tripped and stumbled and dropped a couple things here and there, but that was back then when you were first starting and you were always lucky enough to never have actually broken a dish in your life.
You suppose all your luck had run out the moment after your name was pulled out from that lottery thing on television and you were swept away in a fancy horse-drawn carriage from the outskirts of the kingdom all the way to the prestigious school in the heart of Gardania because in all your years of living, this may just be your most embarrassing moment: you just ate shit in front of a pretty girl — no, correction, the prettiest girl you’ve ever laid eyes on.
Once this moment registers in your brain, you’re quick to scramble to your feet, wiping the dirt from the pavement off your now dishevelled clothes, and then you offer an awkward smile at the stranger in front of you.
The silence is deafening, which sounds ironic but it’s true. The silence is so…. silent that you wish to turn right around, hop back in that chariot, and go home, but unfortunately for you, the carriage was already long gone as soon as you stepped foot onto the pavement and tripped over nothing.
You feel the gaze of the stranger move from your face (which probably has some dirt on it too — shit, you didn’t think about that) to the very noticeable stain on your apron from your earlier attempt to pour yourself a cup of tea during the bumpy carriage ride (not a good idea) and then finally to your suitcase, which is a little beaten up from your fall but nonetheless intact.
The stranger finally breaks the silence. “Are you the new student?” she asks.
It’s a simple yes or no question, and you already know the correct answer, yet you don’t quite trust yourself to speak in fear of saying something so stupid that the stranger takes it up to authorities (“Hey, are you sure about letting this weirdo into our school?”) and you get blacklisted from the school.
You take too long to speak up because soon enough, a smile appears on her face and the stranger talks again.
“I take it that you are the new student. Welcome to the school, I’m Shimizu Kiyoko.” She sticks out a hand for you to shake; you do so with sweaty palms and trembling fingers.
“I’m, uh,” you start off intelligently, “[L/N] [Y/N]. Nice to meet you, Shimizu.”
You’re sure that your voice cracked somewhere in your introduction even though you’re way past the era of puberty.
“It’s nice to meet you as well — ah, sorry.” Shimizu stops as though a sudden thought came to her, and a look of concern crosses her. “I should’ve asked earlier, are you hurt?”
“Yeah, actually. I scraped my elbow really badly falling for you,” you say smoothly, emphasising your pain by wincing and clutching your right elbow. In all honesty, you feel almost completely fine besides your damaged dignity (not that you had any to begin with) and maybe a couple bruises here and there. However, if it means you get to spend some more time with this stranger, you’re willing to exaggerate a little bit. “So could you take me to the infirmary? If there’s one in this school.”
“Sure thing, follow me.” Pause. An amused smile creeps onto her face once again as you start to pick up your suitcase from the ground. “Just be careful not to trip on our way there. Wouldn’t want you falling for anybody else.”
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II. Fall4U (Again)
"Head up, no slouching," the teacher instructs. "Start with one book, you can add more later once you begin to get the hang of it, and now glide! Smoothly, gracefully. And when I say gracefully, [L/N], I mean your face too."
"What's wrong with my face?"
"Please. You look constipated. You're supposed to be practicing poise, so you have to rela—"
Sure enough, you trip and fall again in the same way you did the first time you met Shimizu Kiyoko — you trip over literal air molecules and fall to your demise with your limbs flailing and all like a newborn giraffe walking for the first time — although this time it's the textbook you're supposed to be balancing on your head that strikes the floor first.
And then you. (Hurray!)
You're starting to consider that maybe this environment — this very prestigious, fancy-schmancy, "Head up, no slouching! You gotta gliiiiide!" sort of environment — just isn't made for you because you swear you're not normally this clumsy; you've never broken a dish in your life.
However, your first mistake was foolishly thinking that your experience in balancing trays of plates and cups and all other sorts of items back at your family's café would count for something in this class where you have to practice poise. Of course, you've never done it on your head, which is exactly what you had to do just now: balance a textbook on your head and walk, no sorry, glide around the room without dropping it.
Your second mistake is looking up. In front of you is the teacher, who, unfortunately for you, looks a little less than impressed. Standing beside the teacher is Shimizu, who you've learned during an earlier conversation with your two new roommates is one of the school's top students and who is also the first and only one to offer to help you up.
Ah, shit. Not again is all you can think as you take her hand.
"I've learned from my mistake the first time," Shimizu quips with a small smile once you're no longer sprawled out on the ground. "Are you hurt?"
"I'm okay," you answer. After hearing your answer and confirming with their own eyes that you are at least externally okay, the teacher goes to observe and criticise the other students. However, Shimizu remains in front of you, slightly unconvinced since it was sort of a nasty fall. You move your head and arms around to show that your joints are still working... or something. Actually, you're not too sure what you're doing at this point. You probably hit your head a little too hard when you fell, and maybe that explains what you're about to say next. "What about you, are you hurt?"
A confused expression crosses her face. "What do you mean? I didn't fall."
"Of course you did. Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
Perhaps your execution of that line could've been a lot smoother, but it's out now and there's nothing you can do to take it back. You just gotta hope that it works and that it doesn't result in you becoming some sort of leech repellent for the next few years and suddenly no one wants to be within a three-foot radius of you (not that your classmates are leeches).
Although you can see the corners of her mouth begin to quirk up, Shimizu is quick to mask her amusement with a seemingly disinterested sigh.
"Not as much as that line. I've heard it too many times, though I appreciate your effort," she responds. "And no, I didn't fall from heaven."
"Well, wherever it is that you fell from — heaven, space, a tree, or whatever — I'd still say the best way to fall is in love with me."
"Are you sure it isn't the other way around? Given that you've fallen in front of me multiple times."
"I—"
The teacher approaches the two of you upon finally realising you've both gotten distracted and clears their throat, interrupting the delivery of your next pick-up line. "Are you two done? Class has not ended just because you fell, [L/N]."
"Sorry."
Shimizu hands you your book, which you reluctantly take and hover over your head. She follows behind you, and right as you start to walk once again with the textbook balanced atop your head, she leans in close to your ear, whispering, "Professor was right."
"About?"
"You do look constipated."
"I can't help it if my concentration face makes me look constipated!"
"I know. Just relax a bit on the outside, but don't lose focus. Otherwise, you'll trip and embarrass yourself in front of everyone again."
"It's hard to do that when you're this close to me, but I wouldn't mind falling again if it's for you."
Shimizu lets out an amused sigh. "You're still going? Charming, aren't you."
"Thanks, I—"
Thud!
No surprise you’ve fallen again.
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III. Kiss My Injury
“You’re always falling, I’m becoming a bit concerned for you, [Y/N],” Shimizu Kiyoko muses as she presses a warm, soapy cloth to your elbow. You wince slightly at the sting, to which she mumbles out an apology even though it’s not really her fault you’ve injured yourself falling again.
It turns out that your lie from the first time you met her had come to bite you in the ass because lo and behold, you’re now sitting on one of the daybeds in the infirmary with an actually scraped elbow along with a maybe sprained ankle after tumbling down a flight of stairs. You take a glance down at the wound once Shimizu finishes cleaning up the blood, and oh boy. You’re positive that there’ll still be a scar even once it’s healed.
“I see that look on your face. It’s not that bad,” the spectacled girl tries to reassure you as she stands up from her seat on the rolly chair beside you to search through the cabinets for some bandages. Usually, there’s an in-school nurse who helps the injured students instead of, well, the students themselves, but they’re nowhere to be found at the moment, most likely running errands or something, so you’re stuck with the girl who was quick to help you up after witnessing you fall tragically down the stairs and take you to the infirmary immediately, though not that you’re complaining.
“I don’t know about your ankle though. Think we need a professional for that, but for now — ” she taps the side of your elbow, careful not to touch the scraped area — “let’s focus on fixing this up.”
The first thought that comes to you as she bandages up your injury is that this is oddly intimate, especially now that you’re practically breathing on each other. You’re close enough that, if you really felt like it, you could count her eyelashes one by one, and the dim lighting doesn’t help either; in fact, you think it somehow further highlights Shimizu’s beauty, making her look more like an out-of-this-world beauty than usual (in a good way).
“Okay,” she mumbles and then more loudly, “all done.”
“Thank you, Kiyoko,” you say genuinely, gazing her with stars in your eyes and a beam on your face. Before you can start to shower her with praise on how she practically just saved your life, Shimizu cuts in with a frown on her face.
“I’m not too sure how to treat your ankle, so we’ll have to wait until the nurse comes back, but I don’t know when that’ll be.”
“Oh, yeah. You are so right.” With an eager nod, you scratch a nonexistent itch near your base of your neck, and suddenly an idea manifests in your head right as Kiyoko stands up.
“Maybe I should go try and find—“
“Hey, wait. You wanna know something?” you start with a lilt in your voice, placing a hand beside your mouth as if you’re about to spill the biggest secret that no one else but you two are allowed to hear, even though there are no witnesses in this tiny office. Rightfully so, Shimizu gives you a questioning look as she sits back down. You take a strand of her hair to twirl around your finger.
Shimizu would like to consider patience as one of her best traits, but you’re taking a while to get to the point. “What is it?” she asks with the tiniest bit of vexation.
After a short pause, you snap out of your daze. “Oh, right. I heard that if you kiss the injury, the pain’ll go away. Like the saying: only true love’s kiss will break the spell, or whatever.”
Shimizu blankly stares at you for a moment, unable to discern whether or not you’re joking. “[Y/N], that’s weird,” she finally concludes. “I’m not kissing your elbow.”
“I mean, you could kiss my ankle instead if you’re more into that.”
The corners of her mouth twist up, just barely, which honestly makes you think she might consider. However, much to your disappointment —
“I’m not kissing your ankle either.”
“Man…” you cry woefully, grabbing a fistful of the air as if it comforts you in some way. Shimizu decides to ignore your terrible acting, but she appreciates your effort nonetheless.
Slumping in an overdramatic manner against the wall, you can only watch as she leans back and kicks her legs against the floor, spinning herself in the rolly chair around the office for no other reason than pure boredom.
“Rejection hurts, doesn’t it,” she teases. She moves from one corner to the next and then comes to a stop right next to the daybed you’re currently lying on. You give a half-hearted nod, not bothering to move from your rather comfortable yet unflattering position, even if it’ll give you a billion different neck problems. “[Y/N], I’m not rejecting you because I don’t like you.”
You perk up at this. You abruptly sit up before wincing, remembering your ankle.
“What?” Your voice comes out sounding strained like all the air has been knocked out of you.
“I like you a lot, actually. More than I’d like to admit,” she continues, speaking the last part a bit too hastily. “But with how often you flirt with me, I’m not too sure if you’re joking or not.”
You open your mouth to speak and then quickly close it when you find that you’re at a complete loss of words. This series of actions continues twice more, making you appear like a fish out of water, before you open your mouth and something finally comes out that luckily isn’t bile from the nausea you’re suddenly feeling.
“I’m not joking at all. Did you really think that?” you ask, hoping to not reveal any hint of nervousness. “Kiyoko, my feelings and attraction toward you are real. I would be more than happy — and lucky — if you reciprocate.”
She smiles; it’s a genuine one, teeth and all, not like many of the subtle, closed-mouth smiles you’ve become acquainted with over these past few weeks, but regardless, you’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
“That’s all I needed to hear.” With a hand placed gently on the back of your head pulling you closer, Kiyoko lands a chaste kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear, “I’ll go fetch the nurse now.”
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oneswordstyle · 1 year
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Hello! I was wondering if you would happen to have any tips about how to build community online as a new artist :)
Hi there welcome aboard! Tbh i only really built a humble following on twt and tumblr thanks to the fandoms im in so if you wanna stick to original OCs or utilize tiktok to grow i cant really help u TT but generally I'd say step 1, if u haven't done that already is to befriend creators around you esp those at ur level! Not with the purpose of exploiting their clout but more so to build yourself a comfy nest online and participate in healthy competition, learning from e-o seeing how they interact with consumers, the way they write their caption and whatnot. U don't really need to force urself into ppls DMs to befriend them btw usually gushing over e-o's art in the replies works and u can naturally move up from there. Imitating the modus operandi of accounts u want yours to be similar to is very helpful (you won't turn into a copycat, that's just an effective way to learn the ropes.) A lot of the success is tied to luck so if one of ur fellows gets lucky that's more eyes on all the artists they interact with. it's good for everyone no need to envy them :')
As for the art itself I'd say draw stuff that very specifically caters to your own taste. Generic good art may work but it'll make u get lost in the sauce. if u want community u need ppl to recognise ur stuff as yours as smth they can't get anywhere else. By that I don't mean be weird for the sake of being weird but rather to pour your heart into it. Nonchalance and irony are v trendy nowadays but honesty is and will forever be the sexiest. Narratives keep ppl engaged. Be it comics or simply setting a scene, if the public feels like a story's being told, a moment's being captured, they'll be more willing to ignore the aesthetic flaws.
This is less abt growth and more abt mental health as a starting artist, the more eyes u get on ur art the more eclectic the crowd will be. You have to accept that not everyone will be positively receptive and being on the defensive is useless. Being open to critique is good, trying to please every preacher isn't. I feel like this has become more of a problem lately esp in english speaking circles. Keep ur personal info to yourself, block, disengage and I promise you'll be less stressed.
Once u have a good amount of art dont hesitate to look back and identify not only your weaknesses but more so your strengths, those are what attract ppl to u after all. Once u identify that u can from time to time draw smth that has those elements on purpose to reinvigorate ur community (if you constantly do that ull get tired so dont forget to draw for fun first and foremost)
What else hmmm, reward positivity! Rather than trying to one up haters, acknowledge ur kind regulars. If u have like 3 or 4 ppl who always show love to ur art pay it right back! Though again if ur on tiktok I feel like "owning" haters is such a huge portion of the content made there lol... (I can't possibly be convinced that's healthy ... I feel old)
So yeah to sum it all up: be enthusiastic and genuine, tread carefully, show up for others like you want them to show up for you.
Hope I was of any help at all TT
(PS: I've seen beginner artists make insta accounts recently where they post daily practice art. that seems to do well! Fellow beginners seem to get motivated by those so if ur up for the challenge maybe that? I love seeing their progress cuz as someone who drew since birth and threw most my art away i dont have that kind of archive for myself TT)
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hmimhere · 1 year
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yesterday me and my friend were @ a bar having deep philosophical chats (i luv her sm and think shes one of the most brilliant minds ever but she never shows anyone so i feel uber lucky and special abt it) but we both have been in these weird ruts lately and just chatting about how white our town can b and how hard it can b to find new people that stimulate us in the typical settings we find ourselves in (uni bubble, school town typa vibes) and how a lot of ppl are just fundamentally different than us here in a core sense so it can be hard explaining the way we just are, and would they even really get to the point of letting us explaining? or care?. good shit. anyways we had been off and on talking abt that for a couple of hours and went on a cute long walk to a place we used to go to almost every single day in our mutual depression summer when we were 19 which was literally so healing and decided we needed drinks n nachos. some dude who was sitting alone at a table at the bar in our line of eyesight approached the table next to us and we overheard him asking for a usb c charger for his phone and no one there had one, and the one nice seeming girl even asked the server when he came w their food if anyone he worked w would have that cord in the back. i didnt kno what a usb c charger was off the top of my head but i had a sneaking suspicion it was the one i use for my mac and we looked it up and it WAS so i went over to his table with my charger and told him i overheard him asking for one and just had to make sure my charger would actually work. he was very grateful and super smiley and we chatted for a sec and i just kind of assumed he wanted to be left alone bc i tend to like being left alone. a couple min later he comes over and asks if it would be ok to sit w us bc we took after his own heart (kinda whitewashed brown ppl LOL) he ended up chatting w us for like 2? hours and straight up was one of the most interesting goddamn ppl ive met in this town, had a story that had me crying and deeply devastated and then laughing uproariously and then shocked and then inspired. Literally lived so many lives and was surprisingly much older than he looked (he looked SO fucking good for his age and we grilled him abt his skincare routine and he gave us the LOWDOWN,, this quite literally is finally the thing that is gonna make me start wearing sunscreen even though every single person in my life has begged me to start wearing it, this beautifully aged man changed my outlook in a single night) after he left (we ofc got his contact info and are planning to hang w him again) me and my friend were like... that literally felt like we manifested that based on the previous convos we were having about feeling very uncertain about the steps we wanted to take to have a future we are both excited by AND about talking to interesting ppl who also just get the culture and the background we are from and how much that shaped us into who we are. It was so refreshing to meet him i happy cried about it twice bc he really proved that you could go through periods of stability, extreme change, deep loss, deep despair and struggle and strife and yet not only pull yourself out of dark holes but never lose that silliness and excitement about life. As he was leaving, he was saying how he felt like our gay brown uncle imparting wisdom and giving us advice and that he would bake for us (hes a pastry chef) and damn really made me remember life is really all about the random connections u happen upon :)))) <3333
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still-with-koo · 9 days
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it's been a long time, lilo love 🤍🌸 i hope you have been doing okay, doing your best to float when the waters have been rough; drifting in peace when they calm down, too. have you been well and healthy? has work been kind to you? i certainly hope so ;u;
2024 has been alright to me so far. i have been the most mentally sound in a while — not to say that life hasn't thrown me lemons and i've been too overwhelmed to make lemonade — but at least it's been easier to handle my emotions when things get tough. feeling particularly grown up when i say that hehe turning 28 this year so that put my head through the ringer when i realized that. (one friend gave birth last week, while another got engaged a month ago and will be getting married next march 🤯!)
i've noticed that you've been showing a lot of show content these days — i hope you've been enjoying yourself with these c: for the last while, my love and i have been going through one piece... my goodness, what an anime. have you seen it? he's recently been head over heels over the card game and i am getting into it too... just to collect the pretty cards 😤🫣 hehehe
what's new with you lately?~ i would love to know little snippets of what has been happening in your life; whatever you'd like to share of course ^^ sending you all of my love and hugs, tea and blankets (temperature is dropping again despite it being gorgeous just a couple days ago!! you stay warm out there, dearest~)
with all my heart,
cee 🤍
oh my, hello darling, it’s so great to see you!! i was actually just thinking about you the other day so you dropping by feels very serendipitous <3
i’m glad to hear you’re doing well!! that’s one of the toughest things to deal with so i’m happy to hear you’ve been able to manage it well 💕 ohhh almost 28, let me wish you an early happy birthday 🥂 but i know what you mean, it’s these stupid arbitrary milestones (like 30 for one thing, which was not a fun milestone in the lead up but ended up being pretty ok and i am very grateful to have made it this far, some are not so lucky) that take the fun out of figuring things out and actually living, you know? bestie having a kid while cut to me queuing up my next netflix ep and pouring butter on my popcorn🫢 c’est la vie and things will happen the way they are meant to all in their own time or at least that’s what i keep telling myself and my family they don’t understand it all 😭😂
ah you noticed, hehe yes kdramas are my current obsession. and i almost started the onepiece anime until i realized how fricking long it is 🫠 have you watched the live action one yet?
i’ve been in a writing/inspiration drought lately (read: for what feels like forever) and honestly kinda disappointed in some ppl (feeling sorta disillusioned in general) so kdramas have been a good distraction, esp getting to talk about them with sweet friends. and i’m also seeing someone really great who’s been so kind and understanding, came outta nowhere tbh but we’re doing really good :)
work’s been good, same old same old although one kind of cool butterfly effect came from a recent win, we had a celebratory party in which i ended up singing a few songs (a lil drunk mind you lol) and long story short my colleague’s hubby got me a lil music gig for next month. it’s not much but i’m excited🤞
i guess overall i’m doing alright, still trying to keep my head afloat despite some mental hurdles and trying very hard to get to a point where i can handle these emotional issues more easily. but i’ll get there and i’m glad to hear you’re getting there too.
how’s work been lately? i hope the patients are giving you lots of love and that you’ve settled in nicely. any things you’ve been into lately? have you been enjoying the few sunny days? had any chicken nuggets lately? 😘
i’m so happy you dropped by, been missing you lots, hope you’re keeping cozy and enjoying the bits of warmth we’ve been getting lately ☀️ wishing you lots more warmth and comfort and sending you lots of love and the biggest hugs. take care, cee darling 💕
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castle-dominion · 10 months
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c4x5 eye of the beholder
I'm so freaking excited it has been so long since I've been able to bingewatch & liveblog!
Heist film ok! Fellow's just playing with wires & having fun. Love the music.
Thank goodness for subtitles I like how her first thought is "excuse me" before she realizes he's dead
Castle is in the groove. Point for the adhd headcanon. I'm adhd I get to decide which characters have adhd & the answer is most of them. RC: Too late. He just went kersplat. Now…how can I help you? Hey A Doll's House was a... an interesting & tragic but beautiful play & I got to play the audio version while my brother was talking to his friend named stella. "Stella! Stella!"
MR: Fiasco? You married her. Well he has the occasional poker club, he played with The Team & capt montgomery a while back, he had a gotham city crew with the judge, the mayor, & montgomery, he has his writer's poker club...
Sometimes art is about emotional response not looking pretty. It is about intrigue, anger... Tho sometimes the real art is the essay the artist writes explaining it not the art itself.
Oh yeah beckett never told castle she was a model
RC: Somebody stole The Fist of Capitalism? Anyone check up the ass of socialism? ASDFHSKLJDFHAKLDSJFAKJSDFJKALSDFJ MY POOR MOTHER WAS NOT PAYING ATTENTION WHEN WE WATCHED IT SO I REPEATED IT FOR HER & SHE WAS CSO DISSAPPOINTED WITH ME BUT IT WAS SO FUNNY. ANYONE CHECK UP THE ASS OF SOCIALISM XD XD XD I'M LEGITIMATELY LAUGHING OUT LOUD & I HAVE HEARD IT BEFORE IT'S JUST SO GOOD. Some ppl are probably thinking "what's so funny? It was just a little comedic comment, nothing more" but I say f you it's funny to me. Wait what anticapitalist would make an art piece called the fist of capitalism worth 50mil & sell it to wealthy capitalists? You know what? I don't care, they can make money off of it then let them. They can spend the money buying land for their community garden.
If I remember correctly, why was she so shocked when she found him dead? Ryan is not wearing a tie but still has a green button up shirt & a brown double breasted coat what hehas undone except I think it is designed to LOOK double breasted but it is not since I can see both buttons on one side & it is not done up... I like how RYAN at least takes notes. Must have a good shorthand to be able to record it. of course he was worried someone would steal it bro maybe he WAS paranoid & his paranoia turned out to be right. I'm paranoid that doors will lock behind me (too much dnd) but sometimes I'm right so that paranoia pays off
How sharp are those spikes? I feel like it would take A Lot of force to get him impaled & it would be difficult to get him stuck on there that far back w/o you yourself getting impaled
I wanted to do vulnerability assessment at some point. Still, I wouldn't mind. That's one of the reasons I learned how to pick locks. BECKETT'S job is proof, so you should help HER find the proof. becks is so territorial, just let the gal help
it is not a lucky guess it was an educated hypothesis (that "mno" ryan said <3) [Gates pokes her head out of her office.] GATES Beckett! [Gates returns to her office.] RYAN Oh, great, what'd you do now? BECKETT (whisper) Shut up. So is this the next day or smth? bc castle went from red to blue, ryan went from green shirt no tie to thinly striped red/purple/grey (i can't tell) shirt WITH a tie this time. Becks is wearing a cute tie too today. Castle *spits drink in a mist* Ryan *looks up at it*
Girl he has expertise at writing, at getting into the mind of a killer.
Castle & ryan watching them but as soon as becks looks over just *quick get back to work* Girl shut the up she wants her finder's fee & she is helping!
Ryan *explaining the case* sericka (serena/rick) *googoo eyes* Ryan *uncomfy* Exceot she took the flash drive didn't she? why doesn't she give it to them if she's trying to help? She's right, too hot. Espt: *yo info!* *stops when seeing a pretty lady* Castle: "she's with us" Espt: *uncomfy* ok. Anyhow. *to beckett* [info]
SK, being just a little bit smug & a-hole-like: Now that we have some direction, I can get us some leads. KB: Great. Let’s go. SK: You can’t come. KB: I’m sorry, you might have misunderstood the word “consultant”. This is my case. SK: The people there won’t talk to cops. But they’ll talk to me. RC: *starts following* KB: Where are you going? RC: Uh…I’m not a cop either… He's right transript: "Ryan makes an "ooh, dangerous territory" look."
Finn: Busy with what? Jason Bateman over here? RC: Hey, that got me out of a speeding ticket once. Castle u don't know NOT to tell that!
JE: Serena was right. Falco’s a badass. Look how phat his Interpol file is. She just comes in out of nowhere interrupts them in the breakroom, which reminds me, I need to talk to my coworker about his legally required breaks. He needs to take them & clock out for that time. Grab a drink. Sit outside for a few. Yeah a good apartment is SO divorce worthy lol Becks he said any means necessary, Joy it does not necessarily mean theft
Why doesn't he have a lawyer? Ryan playing with his pen point for the adhd hc He knew falco was a person! How?
Ryan *walks all swaying* *sees sericka* *walks straight* Hayes was paranoid that it would be stolen & fenced, he was probably asking for the same reason sericka asked "the usual" Becks is so jeally. She told castle she's a one writer girl & isn't cheating on him by working with alex conrad but now rick is cheating on her with another sexy muse. it's the fbi agent again.
psychologist moments <3 Martha moments <3
Basically asking her permission. espt looks like he's wearing pyjamas. (long sleeve pyjama looking shirt with only a few buttons on the top & a lighter grey breast pocket.) & then ryan is wearing a nice v light grey dress shirt with a nice square patterned tie & darker grey coat.
Hostess: That’s right. She was in her 30s, but still really hot.
KR: No, no, thank you. (hangs up) Hey, just got off with the insurance company. Guess what Serena did before she worked for them? RC: Kindergarten teacher? JE: Art thief. KR: Alleged art thief. JE: Whatever. Vulnerability assessment bro! Check her hair gel tho! I like gates. *stink eye*
Ah yes, heist movie style. I like castle's square patterned coat
Where is ryan? Esposito talking feelings with beckett <3 She just readily admits she was a thief Indigenous rights! Heck yeah screw nazis screw the ss, steal back that painting babe! Return the mummy from the previous episode to the indigenous people it belongs to! Go to england & take back that totem pole for my wetsuweten cousins! Give kookum's blanket back to her grandbabies! I'm glad I was not eating cereal at that whip comment Tha'ts a giant hotel room WITH EXTRA WHIPPED CREAM-- Why does she have her phone out? Why does she have it on the table? what if she LEAVES it? oh those are some sexy tools. Oh at least becks got her phone & texted him back. You know what? Good on him. Now sneak away behind him quickly now hsakjhhsdjfh why did you say "hey" to her bro!?? Espt just there & castle has lipstick on his face now lol
KB: Yeah, well, you’re thinking with the wrong body part. He's thinking with his head, not his heart, the head of his dick eyoo! SHe's right, don't let him in on the investigation. Still, where is ryan? Castle don't make that gesture, that's how u get arrested for murder RC: I was only doing--! [The interrogation room door slams in his face.] RC: …what you asked! [Castle turns away from the door then turns back around and makes a strangling motion. He pulls down his suit coat as he enters Observation.] [Ryan and Esposito look at Castle.] RC: I thought I’d sit this one out. (bro they heard) [Esposito nods "Uh-huh." Ryan moves over some files for Castle to have a seat on the desk. I wish I could describe what they look like, the way ryan moves the files is so Something. Castle sits Right Beside ryan & it reminds me of that time castle was sitting on the desk & ryan pushed him half off in 3x1]
SK: And here I thought Rick was the only writer on your team. KR: Rick? You guys on a first name basis, now? JE: Well, he was making out with her in the hotel hallway. KR: *looks at rick shocked* RC: Beckett told me to stall her. JE: She also tell you to use tongue? KR: *shakes his head* Her eyes are really pretty. A nice dark blue. KR: Yeah, like, strangely calm. Maybe she didn’t do it. Either that, or she’s a psychopath. In which case, *hits castle gently* you sure can pick ‘em. Yeah SK is really hot tbh, & not just in a physical sense She's right: Because in my experience the police just get in the way. My job’s to recover the sculpture, not play nice.
Hotels are insane. *intense music* *Ryan, Esposito, and three S.W.A.T. members stand in the elevator with a hotel manager while ditty elevator music plays.* *intense music & breaking down doors*
I swear man didn't do it Oh nvm he def did. But I like him. How did he get the name falco btw? Who gave it to him? I love him. Hair gel is perfectly manly bro, the only women I know who use hair gel are punks. Then again punks often get called fags so idk. Oh he is falco. I really like him
*sees sexy lady* Whoa. Bad cop struck out, good cop gets a turn? they totally are thief flirting. See? Vulnerability assessment! You didn't catch her skin colour?
it CAN be paranoia
Castle you can OPEN it you don't need to Kick It Open! Yeah lol if it was her why did she flip when she found the body?
Oh nvm it's this lady
U missed the "t"
I like how serena actually thanks becks. I also like how castle flips that cup. Made them each a coffee <3 She doesn't steal things that belong to someone else aaaaaaah Well castle that's what u get for breaking their stuff! Date night! nice music! thank god I'm rich
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m1d-45 · 1 year
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Stew is cooking up their insanity and irrationality SLOWLY.
We're dealing with ELDRITCH stuff, and that goes three ways; slow insanity, quick insanity and the scariest, not realising insanity.
I prefer slow, lowheat cooked explosions over a quick meal.
"i say flip a coin. Let Lady Luck fuck us up." Stew says, already holding one out.
[COOK QUICKER]
“alright,” mushroom says, taking the coin. “heads we go for what we’re here for, tails we leave?”
“sounds right,” stew nods, and the coin flips into the air. when it lands… heads.
“fuck this,” somebody mumbles, but mushroom just hands stew back the coin and opens his map again.
“if we can’t get out this way…. we’ll need to take another tunnel. so… let’s get back to the main room.”
the team sticks close together as they move back to the main room, keeping close to the wall. the dog was still sleeping in the main room, and everybody blew out their candles, handing them back to stew.
stew looked up at me, reaching for my candle, but i tucked it into the side of my bag. “im alright, i think i’ll keep mine.”
“so we’re going to ignore the fact that the most suspicious person here is keeping a black candle?”
“black candles don’t have any sinister meanings,” i say, “they actually are meant to be burned when the air needs to be cleansed, or to protect from psychic attacks.”
“…ok what the fuck.”
“wait, implying that we’re susceptible to psychic attacks?”
i shrug. “do you have a black candle?”
the group is silent. after a long, awkward moment, mushroom clears their throat.
“the map says to take…” they look up, around, then point to a tunnel two over. “that one. i’m.. pretty sure.”
“‘pretty sure’? that doesn’t sound very safe,” abyss mumbles.
“you don’t have the map, do you? let’s just go.” curse says, and starts to walk. the rest of the group follows, approaching the tunnel. it’s much the same at first—dark, fog the floor—but after a sharp left turn, it brightens. really brightens, to where everybody stops and rubs at their eyes.
except, despite nobody taking a step, everybody opens their eyes to a white, hexagonal room, empty save for a pedestal in the center. mirrors line the walls, their reflections walking towards the center of their respective rooms. two buttons, both white, with a simple plaque above it.
what would you like to do:
1) leave
2) stay?
[everybody alive please do answer! all received asks will be taken into account, and i’ll give time so more ppl see this (if you’re asleep when this is up.. consider yourself lucky)]
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inquisitiveheretic · 2 years
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i don’t think i’ll ever get over how vocal lars is with his admiration/feelings/ thoughts of james and and het is just,,, radiating uncomfortability every time
it sure is discomfiting to watch sometimes ! it's obvious he's uncomfortable with that level of honest vulnerability — why, though, is probably a pretty complex tangle of shit. all his insecurities & fears of vulnerability & the usual emotional constipation plus, maybe, how terrifying it is to hear it out loud.
it's kind of breathtaking to have someone acknowledge how much they need you in their life, & lars doesn't just say it to him, he says it in front of everyone, to everyone — i think that's part of james' discomfort. he's a shy, repressed guy ! intimacy for him is smth private, so lars openly admitting to that level of devotion & attachment is ..... a lot, i think. lars might be the one saying it but it makes james vulnerable too, & there's a point of contention there, because james can't control that
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