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goldsbitch · 4 months

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That one trip up the stairs

part 5 to That one Christmas flight

summary: The rest of the hotel visitors probably had a bad sleep that night.

warning: unprotected sex, minors DNI (absolutely no plot involved), and all the classic ones - cheesy af, swear words and alcohoI I guess, cliche probably, typos most definitely

PS: Thanks for the support and reactions!! Love you all!

Dancing was great. But simply not enough for two impatient hearts. The kind of tipsy for which alcohol was not enough.

"I got us two rooms. Just in case," he said in the very few moments when his tongue was not deeply in her mouth. "Don't want to make you uncomfortable." Lando was big on consent. This only made Y/N want to fuck him more.

Talking and making out at the same time was becoming a shared past time for the pair. "Yeah? Well that makes two of us. I don't want pressure you," she said in between kisses. "That's the last thing I'd want to do. You don't have to fuck me. I understand the thought of you being inside me might be hard to take in," she said in a low suggestive tone with no other intension that seducing Lando. It was not like he needed to be at this point. He had her seated on some random alcove window on the way to their hotel room, hands full on touching her boobs, legs, kissing her neck, everything all at once.

"Get it? It's a pun," she broke their kiss again for a small moment.

"Yes, I get it. And you'll get it too if you don't stop now." Tongues and lips danced together as if their life depended on it.

"Hm, that might be hard, in fact getting harder and harder. Makes one wonder, huh" she teased and ran few stairs away from Lando.

There was no elevator, but Lando and Y/N sure had the making out while walking on stairs thing covered like professionals. Leaning on walls, nearly breaking a vase with a massive flower arrangement. They hardly noticed a distressed gentlemen walking in the opposite way who then filed a complaint to the hotel about their inappropriate behavior, describing it in such a detail one would expect the premium hotel to somewhat censor - which was not the case this time. When Lando received this email two days later, he had it printed, framed and hung on his bedroom wall. Next to his trophies.

Y/N wanted Lando and for him to want her too. And coming to think of it, she had been lusting for him for weeks now. The public shirtless pictures did not help. And he was right here at her finger tips. Her clouded mind saw no issue in removing his shirt in the middle of the hallway. Quickly working the buttons and the immediately throwing it out of the nearest window.

"Oops," she smiled and bit her lip. Lando stared at her in awe, her playfulness being something new to see in a woman. "Just sort of felt like a crime to have you dressed, you know?" she continued. If he could, he would take her right there. "Let's hope your hotel rooms are close, otherwise you'll be in trouble for public nudity soon," she sang loudly, indeed without a care in the world. Lando laughed, took her by the hand and kissed like as if he was ready to eat her up.

"That door, honey," he pointed to the end of the hallway.

"You're just lucky, aren't you."

And again, Y/N's hands went immediately for the chest. What she did not expect when studying Lando's photos was how smooth his skin felt. She remembered his fragrance working like magic on his skin, but this was a whole another level. She wanted to sink in him. They did not bother with putting the card in the holder, switching on the lights or anything else. It would be hard to find some other pair that took of their shoes so fast. Desire was putting them both into hyper speed.

This time Y/N had Lando pressed against the door, holding him locked by his arms. Lando could have easily escape that if he wanted to, which was the last thing he'd do. Y/N was becoming more driven and forward.

She bit his lower lip. He gasped. "Do you like this?" He nodded and smiled. "Good boy," she replied and continued pulling his hair a little bit more, just to the edge of pain. The she abruptly stopped. Lando looked at her and she instructed him to stay as he was. Her soft kisses started at Lando's ear, moving slowly on his jaw, then neck - where he seemed to be extra sensitive - and then down to his chest, all the way to his toned stomach. She looked up at him and took the hem of his trousers into her mouth. And finally, one of her hands touched his growing erection.

"Interesting," she commented with a hint of being impressed. Lando was absolutely loving that. But as much as he'd like to be in her mouth, he hoped there would be another time for that. He put a finger below her jaw and instructed her to move up.

"Honey, be patient. There steps that can't be skipped," he said as he began to toy with her shoulder straps until one of them fell down her shoulder. "Oops," he remarked mocking her previous actions. "Let me help you." And he moved the second strap as well. Y/N was getting flustered. She did not break eye contact for a second when she was removing her dress, leaving her standing there centimetres away from him only in her underwear. The rest of their clothes was on the floor in the matter of seconds. Both of them being eaten up by their curiosity. It was impossible to stay there standing. Lando pushed Y/N towards the bed in the same was they'd manager to walk up three flights of stairs. Only once she was finally lying below his, with his body hovering over hers was he able to relax and take the moment in. A week ago he would not have believed this was going to happen. His deep philosophical thoughts were gone the moment her hand reached for his cock. A shock wave of horny energy sprung through him and took Y/N nipple in his mouth and started playing with one, hard making sure the other one did feel left out. She was beautiful - this was not a surprise to Lando, but something about the shape of her body, the way she moved, the way how her body reacted to his actions was making her angel-like. Y/N wanted to go slow - if slow meant him waiting another minute maximum before he got into her. She touched him and started stroking him. "I have a proposition," she whispered to his ear.

"Anything," and he was sure he'd do anything she desired at the moment.

"Let's skip the fingers and tongues, I need to feel you like now. I want you inside. And the rest can be a nice breakfast tomorrow."

"I can't have that. Let me lick you once, just to taste, hm?"

"You can do whatever. Just make me happy and make me come, finally."

She was wet, ready and impatient. Lando licked her few times, making her regret her request instantly. It was something completely new. He wasn't just spalling his tongue around like the boys before him had. It was as if he had a secret map and was not afraid to be a little rough with his tongue. "Please, don't stop," she almost begged.

"As you said, breakfast," he joked once he was back face to face with her, being proud of himself when he saw her flustered look. Their bodies acted on their own from that moment. He slowly entered her, making sure to stay aware of her expressions. She had her eyes closed and was gripping his shoulders tightly. First moans arrived. Lando recalled Y/N teasing him on the way to the hotel that she likes to express herself verbally. He hoped this was what she talked about, because the sound she made was one of the hottest things he heard. Lando felt as if he belonged inside of her. Started thrusting slowly - and that was the moment Y/N lost it and let go. The rest was a mixture of blurry pleasure waves coming from all parts of the body, alcohol intensifying the experience for both of them. Lando was trapped in the moment and the rhytmn, watched her boobs bounce as he pushed to her. Y/N felt him present at every inch of her skin, his cock hitting spots she had no idea existed. Small waves of pleasure turned bigger with every move, until she collapsed in his arms and screamed out loud. He could watch that on repeat for centuries. She tightened around him for a good few seconds and then released. Lando sped up and pulled out at the dead last moment, hitting her stomach and a part of her arms. He cleaner her up and they both started catching up on their lost breaths. "Forgot to ask you, do you have a condom?" he asked cheekily. She laughed. "You'll send me your test results later, honey," she laughed, fully exhausted and high from all the hormones. Lando's body felt relaxed, as if someone finally allowed him to go off all the tension. Y/N was still receiving small pleasure waves in her fingertips. Was sex supposed to always be this good, she asked herself, putting her previous hook ups in a completely new light. He reached to her face and wiped a tear of sweat from her cheek. During that her studies her, the way her collarbone stood out and how her chest still went up and down faster than usually. Y/N looked him deep into his eyes. It was so easy, no awkward tension. She admired his pretty face and then kissed him lightly.

He was the one to suggest a shower. Tired Y/N grabbed all that was left in her and went ahead. She got up naked and hoped he was watching her. Which he did shamelessly, trying to burn the image of her ass into his brain for later use.

Lando's hair was all curly and cute. Y/N commented on that to which he responded by splashing some water in her face. It was hard to focus on anything else but the way how Lando looked and glowed with ease. "I'll help you with the soap," he offered dearly.

"Always a gentleman," Y/N remarked as he spread it all over her body, being extra focused on very specific parts.

"I don't think my boobs have ever been this clean, Lando," she said and reached for his again erected penis.

"Hygiene, people tend to underestimate it dearly," he managed to get out before dozing off from the way she stroked him, making him come for the second time today.

They dried each other with hotel towels, when Y/N started to come to her sense and usual brain usage levels. "Do you happen to know what happened to my luggage? Is it in the car?"

"Had it all brought here, I guess it's in the second room across the hall."

"Wow, who would assume for you to be such a planner. Shall we get to the second room? And maybe test which bed better?"

Lando smiled. "I can see you falling asleep while standing, honey."

"It feels nice spending time with you, you know?"

He kissed her once again, cupping her cheek and stroking her hair. They went to the other room, brushed their teeth and laid down. Y/N was gone asleep immediately. He watched for few more moments before also dozing off. If he wanted to he, he would - and he really wanted to.

part 6

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gracieryder · 7 months

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Happy Thursday! I come bearing gifts!

A collection of one-shots by the wonderful @extasiswings as a fic book you can purchase with beautiful cover art from @like-the-rest-of-la. If you're interested, please send me a DM for the link!

This book includes the following Buddie one-shots for your enjoyment:

fire on fire • 6.7k

"You’re sleeping with him.” “I’m not—” Eddie rolls his eyes and corrects himself halfway through. “I’m not sleeping with him like that, okay?” Sophia looks at him for a long moment as her gaze turns from teasing to thoughtful. “But you want to be. Right?” [Or: Buck and Eddie get in the habit of sharing a bed while living together during quarantine. It's platonic until it isn't.]

With A Little Help From My Friends • 2.9k

“You know…several of us parents get together once, maybe twice a month or so. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like. I can add you to the email chain.” Not for the first time that day, Eddie’s surprised. It’s not that he’s opposed, more that the invitation is unexpected. He’s not particularly social—when he is it’s with the team or with Buck or with his family, all of them in each other’s houses, in each other’s lives both at work and away from it. Outside of them… It occurs to him that he’s never really known how to make friends. [Or: Eddie makes friends outside of work and realizes that Buck might not, in fact, be just a friend]

unfold me (tell me you love me) • 2.4k

Eddie follows the sound of running water to the kitchen. He stops in the doorway, leaning against the frame, and spends a moment just watching Buck scrub potatoes in the sink until the other man glances up and notices him. “Hey,” Buck greets. “Chris is reading in his room, I’m just working on dinner. How was the date?” God, I love you, Eddie thinks, and nearly has to bite his tongue to keep it to himself. [Or: Eddie goes on a date and has some realizations about what he really wants.]

for all the perfect things I doubt • 5.2k

Evan Buckley is really good in bed. Sometimes he wishes he wasn’t.

dream of some epiphany • 7.4k

Evan Buckley is lost. It’s happenstance that he wanders into the navy recruiting center—he’s been in San Diego for a few weeks, bartending late nights and weekends, living in a house with three other guys not because he needs the roommates but because he doesn’t want to be alone, and the military is…respectable. Stable. So Buck thinks maybe and opens the door. Buck leaves ten minutes later with a set of printed instructions for sending his first letter, assured that he can drop it off whenever he’s ready, and a name. Staff Sergeant Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz.

of men and of angels • 13.5k

For now we see in a mirror, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know fully even as also I was fully known. - 1 Corinthians 13:12 Eddie Diaz learns a lot as a kid. Boys aren’t soft. Boys don’t cry. Boys don’t kiss boys. As he gets older, he realizes that everything has exceptions. Boys can be soft sometimes. Boys can cry sometimes. And some boys kiss other boys. But Eddie likes kissing girls. And since he likes kissing girls, that’s the end of the story. Isn’t it? [Or: the one with all the repression]

translate the magic (show me) • 8.1k

“I think I might be bad in bed.” Eddie rolls that thought around in his head, trying to decide the best way to respond, weighing the options of what Buck needs to hear versus how to say it. It’s not a conversation he wants to be having, is part of the problem. Thinking about Buck desperately seeking connection through fleeting sexual encounters with strangers already makes him swallow back a wave of petty jealousy and possessiveness. But there’s an added level of insult to injury to the idea that Buck wasn’t even having good sex. Which maybe explains why despite his initial commitment to delicacy and tact, what comes out of Eddie’s mouth is— “You probably were. Bad at it.” Buck’s eyes widen, a strangled noise sounding from his throat. “Don’t pull any punches,” he shoots back as he hunches in the chair and drains the last dregs of his beer. “I didn’t mean it like that.” [Or: the one where Buck has a crisis and Eddie teaches him what good sex really is]

paint me a heaven with your bloodied mouth • 3.3k

Buck. Four letters. One syllable. Eddie knows it’s a nickname. He doesn’t know why Buck picked it or why Buck seems to use it exclusively, but he figures it isn’t really his business. And also that it probably isn’t that deep—all of them use nicknames at work or otherwise in their daily lives. Eddie himself might find it weird if anyone outside of his immediate family suddenly started using his full name regularly after so many years of only rarely hearing it from anyone else. So. Eddie calls Buck Buck. And he doesn’t think anything of it. At least…not at first.

all my atoms • 3.9k

Every atom of me and every atom of you...we'll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pin trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams...and when they use our atoms to make new lives, they won't just be able to take one, they'll have to take two. There are three things every child learns about daemons: Don’t ask questions or talk about another person’s daemon—it’s rude. Don’t put too much distance between yourself and your daemon—it’ll hurt. Under no circumstances should you ever touch someone else’s daemon. Simple. Straightforward. Easy to remember, easier to follow. That’s what Eddie thinks of the rules.

half agony, half hope • 4.4k

“My brother does look well tonight, doesn’t he?” Adriana asks, changing the subject as they turn. Her eyes spark with mischief when Buck hums idly in agreement. “Strange that bruise on his neck, though. I can’t imagine how he could have gotten such a thing.” “Perhaps his fencing partner got a bit overzealous,” he offers, despite knowing that won’t be good enough for her to drop it. [Or, after four seasons, the ton remains baffled that no engagement appears forthcoming between Viscount Buckley and the youngest sister of the Duke of Cederhall. But perhaps they should be paying more attention to the viscount and the duke himself...]

safety and home • 3.1k

The thing Eddie remembers most about the shooting isn’t the shot itself, or the pain, or even the fear—it’s the cold. He’s been through enough in his life to know that his subconscious works in weird ways. After Afghanistan he dreamed more directly of burning helicopters and gunfire, blood in his mouth and smoke on his tongue. Shadows and screams and guilt. After the well his dreams were of Christopher, Shannon, waves crashing on a beach. And Buck. Sunlight. This time...this time Eddie dreams of drowning. [For the prompt: "I'll keep you warm."]

light the dynamite • 1.6k

Buck shivers as he thinks back to earlier in the day, at the way Eddie snapped his name like a whip across the radio when he did exactly what Eddie and Bobby both had told him not to do. At the frosty glad to hear it, Firefighter Buckley, when Buck called dispatch back to tell Eddie he was fine if a little bruised. At the way Eddie had called him at the end of the shift, voice low and quiet and commanding, hooking deep beneath Buck’s skin and stealing the breath from his lungs until all he could manage was a rasping acknowledgment before hanging up. It could be seconds, or minutes, or an hour more, but finally the bedroom door clicks open and— “So you do know how to follow instructions,” Eddie says, the edge in his voice not quite sharp enough to cut but a warning nonetheless. “I was wondering.”

show your cards • 2.7k

“What was this tonight?” Buck rasps, his voice rough as sandpaper to his own ears. Eddie’s lips quirk as his eyes flick to somewhere just to the left of Buck’s ear like he can’t respond if he’s looking at Buck outright. “It was dinner, Buck,” he says. “Dinner and a poker game.” And Buck could leave it there. Honestly, he probably should leave it there, leave it alone, let it drop despite the fact that he can practically taste the lie in the air. But he’s too warm and his pulse is so fast that he’s dizzy with it and Eddie is so close that Buck can’t breathe so he can’t help himself— “Eddie.” His voice cracks. Eddie looks back at him, meets his gaze. Slowly, with more than enough time for Buck to move or to stop him, Eddie brings a hand up to curl around Buck’s shoulder, his thumb brushing Buck’s neck in a way that lights up every inch of his skin. “Tonight was whatever you want it to be,” Eddie corrects finally. “No more, no less.”

you make my heart beat • 1.9k

Eddie Diaz knows two things: 1) he's a great nurse; and 2) he does not fall for patients. After spending five months with Evan Buckley...well. Maybe that second one is a little more of an open question.

graveyard whistling (and why things hurt) • 3.2k

“Eddie?” Buck’s hand touches his shoulder and Eddie inhales sharply and comes back to himself. His eyes flick back to the phone—the screen now dimmed and black—then settle on the counter next to it as he swallows hard. “You okay?” Buck asks quietly. “She died today,” Eddie replies. “And I forgot. I forgot that it was today.”

only human, nothing more • 1.9k

It’s stupid maybe, but it feels a little like something happens in that chair. They cut away the softness and leave behind sharp regulation edges and it doesn’t stop Eddie from being afraid, but it...helps. Helps him pretend. Helps him fall into the role of someone who is responsible, someone who knows what they’re doing, someone who— Someone who is in control. (Stupid, maybe. Stupid, definitely, is what he settles on years later when he’s back from war, trapped in his own head and drowning on dry land, because regulation edges make him flinch when he looks in the mirror and he knows no haircut in the world is going to help him fake his way back to normalcy. So he just lets it grow again. It doesn’t matter anyway.) [Or: Eddie introspection through the seasons as explored through haircuts]

It’s 5.5 x 8.5 in. and 319 pages.

Of course, no money is being made off of this collection. Here's the evidence of that:

(For other 9-1-1 fic books, check out @tsoanatural's fic book tag here. For "Stuck on Fast Forward (Throw Away the Blueprint)" by @extasiswings, you can check out my post here.)

#evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 #playground love: tales from the engine (and beyond)#extasiswings #chapel my darling! <3

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puppiesandnightlock · 3 months

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LINK: A Robin's Song - Epilogue

A/N: i regret nothing >:)

Five Years Later

‘Deadline at 12:00 AM tonight, Kent.’ Jon fumbled with his keys, reading the email his boss had sent out and unlocking the door.

It opened to a small apartment, empty, with some photos spread around, and a framed Bachelor’s degree over the couch.

He dropped his briefcase on the kitchen counter, briefly tripping over a child’s toy. He sighed and picked up, setting it next to the briefcase.

The fridge was littered with pictures, a mix of hand drawn and printed ones. Jon stepped out, checking the clock on the wall before settling down on the couch. He had about an hour before he needed to go out again.

A sticky note was on his phone cover as he pulled it out and he played with it, briefly considering calling the number written on it. It was from some pink-haired guy in his chem lecture who’d given it to him a few hours ago.

He pulled it off and set it next to the picture frame holding a picture of his high school years, gaze lingering a bit too long on the figure next to him.

Where would he be now? Surely, if he had made it big, Jon would have heard his name somewhere.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of this train of thought. But, after all, who could forget their first true love?

The phone lit up with a notification, and he swiped up, eyes brightening as he clicked on the banner.

It took him to a Q&A livestream of ROBIN, the only good thing he could remember from his last semester of high school that wasn’t tainted by memories of her, or painfully sweet scenes with the other half of his childhood.

Robin had on an oddly familiar green knit sweater and his usual green domino, and was smiling as he answered a fan’s question, a voice modulator over his normal talking voice.

“The domino mask was originally for anonymity, although now it's more of a trademark. If I do end up going to a concert, I might reveal my real face to you guys. Thanks for the question!”

Jon’s brow was furrowed, something felt oddly out of place in a way none of it had before. Robin chatted about various new songs he’d released, and then gave a sneak peek to his new one, per the chat’s request.

“This one’s sort of a throwback to my first song, which I'm sure most of you know very well. It’s titled If Only You Knew, and it…it’s really close to my heart, for reasons I'm sure you understand.”

A message popped up in the chat, other people latching onto it and repeating it, the chat a chorus of “Tell us about Heather!”

The soft chuckle sounded painful on video, and Jon leaned into his phone curiously, wanting to know himself. This song had come out after he’d let his own unrequited feelings bleed out, covering them up with new feelings for someone who returned them, and he’d listened to it more then he’d like to admit.

The filters came off the video, including the voice modulator.

“If I'm telling this story, I'd like to tell it as myself. Not with Robin’s voice.”

Some unbridled feeling of shock and fear cause Jon to gasp aloud and drop his phone, the familiar voice, deeper now with a note of tiredness, washed over him, jolting him back to high school, back to middle school, back even to elementary and that little town he’d grown up in.

Long forgotten memories dug themselves up and flooded his brain without his consent, tears he hadn't realized he was shedding dripped from his chin as he shakily picked up the phone and stared at who he had thought was long gone from his life.

He zeroed back in as Robin’s, no, Damian’s voice recounted the journey of his music, the way every single song had come from a moment that he’d experienced, or that they’d experienced together.

It was like reliving the whole experience through eyes that weren’t his own, tears pooling on his cheeks.

“After we…After I screwed everything over, he moved. I remember chasing after the stupid moving van and calling and calling and calling until I finally realized he blocked me.”

On-screen, he turned around and removed the domino, wiping his eyes, before plastering it back on and turning to his camera.

“I was a mess, for a little while. I won’t get into details, but it was not a fun time. I got help and stuff, and well, you guys know the rest.”

The chat was overflowing with messages, but the one that caught Jon’s eye was one that said “Do you miss him?”

It was selfish but he turned up the volume, desperate for an answer. He wanted to know as much as the rest of the fans, biting his lip until a metallic taste filled his mouth.

On screen, Damian inhaled deeply, eyes shut and voice wobbling. “In answer to Haylia_1654's question…yes. I miss him very much, and to this day I wish everything had gone much differently.”

“He was one half of my childhood, and I know that he’s doing well, as his little brother stayed close with one of mine. I wish him nothing but happiness, wherever he is and whoever he’s with.”

Jon’s chest was tight, the air being sucked out of his lungs with every little inhale.

His vision blurred, and before he realized what he was doing, he was typing out words onto the screen and sending them into the live chat.

Under the little diamond ‘S’ he’d made when he was in middle school to match Damian's ‘R’, and the username Jon_Kent, were the words “I miss you too”.

Desperation filled him and he repeated the message several dozen times, watching and waiting for Damian to take notice.

On-screen, the boy was drinking from a water bottle, and Jon silently documented the exact moment his eyes landed on the message, water spat out onto the screen as his whited-out eyes moved from side to side, re-reading the messages until the rest of the frantic chat covered them up.

“Oh my God, oh my God, please, please, please-” A flash of green knocked the phone to the floor and the last the world saw of “Robin” that day were the black tennis shoes he was wearing, stream cutting off as the camera hit the floor.

Heart pounding in his chest, Jon clicked on the profile, finger hovering over the message button.

He had long ago unblocked Damian’s old number, only to find that it was no longer in service.

Logically, this was the only way that they could get in contact. And he wanted to. Oh, how he wanted to, wished for best friend back, the now-stranger who knew all his secrets.

He trembled in his seat, clicking the button and watching the words telling him he’d started a new DM with ROBIN_Offical.

Taking a deep breath, he typed out a short message, waiting for the response bubbles to come dancing across his screen.

Jon_Kent

Hey, D

Missed you.

ROBIN_Offical is typing…

#damian wayne #jondami #jon kent #a robin's song #jonathan kent #jonathan samuel kent #supersons #unrequited love #nothing too heavy this time #reverse robins #musician au #no capes au #batkids age reversal #a ROBIN mixtape

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eyra · 4 months

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apparently ao3 is down for a lot of people at the moment! you might have some luck if you keep refreshing and they’ve said they’re working on it, but in the meantime here’s a bit of chapter 7 to put you on 🎄🐕‍🦺

the oldest recipe for parsnip soup

The presents beneath the tree tumble in a great pile of reds and fir-greens and shiny, gold ribbons. Boxes and bottle-bags and something soft and crinkly that squeaks when Bunny fishes it out of the stack and squeezes it between his teeth. There's a joint present for Effie and Fleamont; something that James always sorts for both of them, from the two of them, and Sirius writes the card. It's a bulging hamper of tea and biscuits and sweets this year, chocolates from some fancy shop Effie likes and shortbread fingers in a long, tartan tin. There's a jar of fig chutney that Fleamont pores over with interest, and a box of crunchy peppermint thins, and then the customary bottle of gin for Effie with a note that reads: "Sorry I am the way that I am. - J xxx"

"That's for you, pal," James says as he sinks onto the sofa next to Sirius in front of the fire and hands him a soft, rectangular parcel. It's clumsily wrapped as ever, odd bits of sellotape hanging off the corners. "Don't say I never give you anything."

"Thank you," he says, sliding a finger carefully under the wrapping, and folding it open to hold up a plain, grey sweatshirt.

"Look on the front," James says giddily, and when Sirius flips the sweatshirt round it's to find a huge, shiny photograph of a dog's smiling face, printed onto the fabric: Bunny, mouth open and tongue lolling, a little red Santa hat balanced on top of his glossy black head.

Sirius grins.

"I like that."

"Knew you would," James says, and then: "Where's mine?"

Sirius hands him a small, silver-wrapped gift. It might be the right thing. He's not sure. He's never sure, really. Last year it was a book that he'd seen James eyeing up in the bookshop across from the student union in the autumn, and he'd seemed pleased with that. The year before it was whisky: something that Fleamont had sent him an email about towards the end of term, suggesting that James might quite like a bottle of it if Sirius hadn't found him anything yet. And James had seem pleased with that, too. But he's still never sure, really. Another puzzle.

He watches as James tears off the paper, stomach doing something mildly uncomfortable, and then James is huffing out a quick, surprised breath, and smiling, and saying:

"Oh, wow."

He looks at Sirius, and then back down at the photographs. It's a simple thing: a thin, brass frame with a hinge down the middle so that it opens like a book. A rectangular pane of glass on either side of the hinge, space for two prints that Sirius had sent away for online back in November.

"Jesus, we're young there," says James, pointing at the photograph on the left. It's a faded, speckled thing: the two of them, side-by-side in their first year at the old boarding school. Eleven years old in their ridiculous uniforms, grey shorts and little striped neckties. James grinning with his too-big glasses and a wild mop of jet-black hair, Sirius clinging loosely to the hem of James's knitted jumper with the fingers of his right hand, even though they'd only met a month or two prior. James points at the other photograph then, and says: "I don't even remember taking that!"

"It was this summer," Sirius says. "Just in the garden."

It had been a hot and hazy sort of day, he remembers, and James had just been to the Post Office to pick up a parcel which had turned out to be his new phone, and he'd spent the entire afternoon running around like a madman snapping pictures of everyone and everything. A harried Effie in the kitchen, a bemused Fleamont reading his paper in the living room, and Sirius, who he'd bounded over to and slung an easy arm around, holding the phone out in the other hand and grinning.

James is quiet for a moment. The funny, uncomfortable twist in Sirius's stomach wonders for a moment if he might've got it horribly, horribly wrong. But then James is sniffing, and looking back up at Sirius, and giving him a weak, watery smile.

"Thanks, mate."

And Sirius thinks, as James looks back down at the twin photographs, that maybe he got it right this time.

#my writing #the oldest recipe for parsnip soup #hopefully you’ll be able to read the whole thing tomorrow if it’s not working for you today!#sorry!

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notanettelmao · 2 years

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The Food Blogger [Colin x reader]

This might have a part two if enough people like it

I actually talked about writing something with Colin about a month ago, but then I went out with some friends and had a family emergency and I somehow forgot about it?? So this is not really what I planned at first, lol

tagging some of the people that sounded really interested in my idea when I posted about it: @vic-top @iputthefaninfanfics @idylio24 (sorry if it isn't what you were expecting hehe)

Fandoms: Not Okay Movie Warnings: weed, me being bad at writing stuff that sounds like Colin, Danni is being Danni... Pairings: future Colin x reader Words: 1,7k

“Okay Y/N, take a picture, post it on Instagram, post the blog post with the recipe and link it to your stories. You’ve done this multiple times, nothing’s scary about it..” The girl mumbled as she moved around her table, trying to get the best angle to take a picture of her creation. The table had a thin white tablecloth thrown over it to cover the multiple paint stains from when the girl tried to be creative. On the tablecloth, in the middle of the table, sat a black plate with pancakes on top of it. The girl managed to sprinkle more powdered sugar on the pancakes as she found the right angle. At first glance, there was nothing special about the pancakes, maybe the three raspberries on top which ended up there after she thought the brown color of the pancakes was a little boring. But if someone would eat the food, they would find out it actually had a secret ingredient. Weed.

How did the weed end up in the pancakes of a girl who has never even touched a joint? Funny story actually, it started with her getting a new job as a food blogger. On the same day, she bumped into a particular bleached guy, who smelled like weed. Hell, you could smell him from a few meters away, that’s how bad the weed smell was. Noone at work seemed to notice it, or maybe they were just used to it at this point. There wasn’t actually anything that interesting about him, except the good looks, pretty eyes, absolutely tasty-looking lips and- the girl’s phone buzzed next to her. She groaned and turned around to pick it up from the counter to look at who texted her.

‘U free?’

Was what she saw under Danni’s name on her screen. What the hell did Danni want? She hasn’t talked to her since she found out she also had the hots for Colin. They had a fight about who could possibly actually end up dating him. Let’s say Danni didn’t like the idea of him not liking either of them.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she clicked on the call button and put the phone near her ear, using her other hand to look at the pictures she took with her camera.

“Y/N? Why are you calling me, couldn’t you just text back like a normal person?” Danni’s voice was heard from the phone speaker not even after the first beep.

“Kinda trying to work here, figured out calling would be quicker,” Y/N mumbled into the phone, still not knowing what to think about the other girl calling her.

“Anyway, what do you want?” She asked right after and put her camera down on the table next to the plate, walking to her couch so she could sit down.

“I was wondering if you would want to go out to get some coffee… Talk about boys… You know, all the stuff. You didn’t respond to any of my emails so-”

“Fine, I’ll be down in five.” Y/N hung up before Danni could continue. She was already regretting her decision. But she also didn’t want to let go of one of her only work friends. A stupid fight over a boy should not end a friendship, right?

☆☆☆☆☆☆

Danni was late. Y/N stood outside in her black sweatpants and a black baggy t-shirt with some random prints all over it. She was regretting putting on her new Vans, as she could already feel the skin on her heels protesting. She was scrolling through her Instagram, liking Colin’s new posts when a pair of white shoes appeared on the ground in front of her. She slowly looked up, noticing the brown pants and lighter-brown hoodie. Finally, she saw Danni’s face framed by two blonde strands of hair on each side, tucked behind her ears.

“Hiii!” Danni cheered, pulling Y/N into a hug almost making her drop her phone.

“Uh, hi,” Y/N laughed awkwardly. Danni didn’t seem to notice.

“How have you been? I saw you gained some followers after those yummy-looking weed recipes,” Danni’s eyes sparkled when she mentioned the followers. Y/N slowly blinked, realizing the other girl just wanted to boost her follower count.

“Oh, I’ve been great, yeah…” Y/N put away her phone as they started walking down the street. Danni started talking about her wanting to get into writing and Y/N was just nodding her head, not really listening. She was mostly looking around wondering where they were going to end up.

“No way! Je obsessed!” Danni said suddenly, making Y/N stop and look at what she was looking at. They stood in front of a tiny coffee shop called Matcha Baby. A waitress put out a sign and walked back inside.

“Influencers eat free?” Y/N read aloud. She bit her lip, trying not to laugh when she noticed Danni checking her follower count.

“Not today,” Danni made a face and turned to continue walking when she stopped and just stared. Y/N almost bumped into her as she didn’t notice her just standing there again.

“What the hell Da-” Y/N started to say. Then she noticed what the other girl was staring at.

“-nni. Oh, you’ve got to be shittin’ me.” She mumbled under her breath. A few meters away from them there was a black car. They both stared as Colin stepped out of it, smoke surrounding him as he breathed it out, and started walking their way. Y/N was already moving to the side so he could walk by. Danni had other ideas.

“Colin!” Danni exclaimed loudly, making Y/N wince. Colin stopped right in front of them.

“Oh shit. Waddup honey? Yea I can’t take a pic right now. But-” Colin said, making Y/N snort. She quickly covered her mouth but Colin already turned his attention to her.

“Oh, I’ve seen you before?” He asked, looking Y/N up and down. She made a surprised noise, trying to ignore Danni who was plotting her murder by the looks she was giving her.

“Oh, I- Ehm I work in the same building? Make food posts on insta and.. stuff..” Y/N cringed as her voice cracked.

“Shiit right! You make those lit weed posts!” He looked down at his phone, quickly typing something on the screen, and then turned it to face her.

“Haven’t actually seen yo acc on my insta, just saw an article. Give me your user?” He asked. Y/N’s eyes widened and she took his phone into her shaking hands, quickly typing her Instagram username into the search bar. She then returned his phone with a shy smile on her face.

“Sick,” he tapped on the screen, few seconds later she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from screaming. Was this really happening?

“I work in that building too!” Danni said loudly so the two of them heard her. They both looked at each other and then turned their heads to look at Danni.

“Yeah. Anyway. I’m supposed to be going to-” Colin looked at his screen and then up at the coffee shop, “- there. Matcha Babyy. Plus my plug lives here so two birds one stone.” He waved his hand towards the building.

“Yeah, I smoke marijuana, like, all the time!” Danni said, smiling.

“Oh lord,” Y/N mumbled under her breath, deciding to pull out her phone and pretend she is doing something.

“Ever seen one of these?” Colin asked, lighting the weird-looking joint. Y/N quickly turned on her camera and pointed it at Danni when she saw her reaching for the joint. Danni inhaled the smoke and started coughing before she gave the joint back to Colin. Y/N was silently laughing as she sent the video to one of her friends back home. She missed Colin talking to a random fan on the other side of the street because of the spam of laughing emojis she got as a response.

“So cool that you have a fan!” Danni said in between coughs. Colin shot a quick look at Y/N and then back to Danni.

“Oh yeah, I got a- I got a bunch. That’s just one.” He chuckled.

“So like, what are you? Like, at Depravity? I see she-” he waved his hand towards Y/N, “ is a food blogger. What are you?”

“I’m a- I’m a writer,” Danni said. Y/N rolled her eyes. Writer, sure. Colin completely zoned out taking selfies with his joint as she talked more.

“I wanna develop my work by traveling and stuff. And maybe like, going on one of those writer retreats-” That got Colin’s attention.

“Oh, you’re going on a retreat?” He zoned out again as he got a notification. Y/N just stood there, staring at the two of them as if she was watching a movie. She only needed popcorn.

“I’m going to Paris for it,” Danni said out of nowhere and Y/N choked on air, almost falling over. Colin looked up from his phone to Danni.

“Shit. That’s dope. Hey, get pics,” he was ready to walk away when Danni stepped into his way, making Y/N start choking once again.

“I’m gonna get lots of pics! Yeah. Throw them all up on the gram!” Danni made a random dance move and Y/N turned to look at the lady that was sitting on the ground next to them this whole time. They both had the same look on their faces, they were completely done with Danni.

“By the way, this was laced with, like, mad wax, so your tolerance must be OD as fuck. Damn, ma. Good luck in Paris, Jenny.” He turned to Y/N.

“Good to meet you both,” he said as he walked away.

“Danni,” Danni said, turning around to look at him walking away.

“What’s up?” He stopped and looked at her.

“My name is Danni.”

“No, it’s Colin.” He said. Y/N busted out laughing.

“I’ll see you at work,” Colin said, looking at Y/N. Then he turned to look at Danni.

“Or I guess I won’t.” He then walked away. Danni started laughing loudly, making both the homeless lady and Y/N look at her like at a crazy person.

“Fuck me,” Danni said as she finished laughing.

“Fuck you indeed,” Y/N mumbled under her breath, making the homeless lady snort.

#colin x reader #not okay movie #colin not okay #danni sanders #reader #fanfic #basically used the convo in the movie #i literally had no idea how to write the stuff he is saying so i thought of random stuff that i hate #dylan o'brien x reader

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ultrasopp · 2 years

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i made a few linoleum prints of mr. kitsuragi! i enjoyed it a lot so if i can get the time and materials i will definitely make more like this!

...aaand for anyone interested: he is for sale! both are from a graphic series of 5 prints, but only these two remain! more info under the cut after image description!

[ID: two photographed black linoprints on white paper showing kim kitsuragi from the croch and up. his head is turned down and lights are reflected in his glasses. one arm is down by his side, the other is holding a cigarette to his mouth and a big, swirling cloud continues out of frame. one is signed as 5/5 and the other as 2/5.]

the motive itself is about 15x11cm and printed on size A4 acid-free 95g/m2 paper. price is 22 EUR/USD + shipping (9-14, depending on in- or outside of europe)! DM me or email [email protected] for questions! if you want better quality pics before you buy feel free to ask :)

i might make another graphic series of kim but with handcolored orange jacket if that seems interesting as well :)

(forgive the v bad technical terms, there are strict rules on sales of prints in my country but i have no idea what any of the terms are in english lmao)

#soppart #disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #disco elysium fanart #traditional art #linoleum #linoprint #art for sale #captioned #image described #accessible art

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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Title : My one and only

Chapters : (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

Status : Ongoing

Characters : Pro hero Bakugo/ Pro hero fem reader

Genre : fluff/ will contain angst and smut in future chapters.

Summary : You’ve known Bakugo for many years, but never were you close, not even when you started dating him. However things change one night when you invite him over for dinner.

How will your relationship with the pro hero progress after that?

Please do not read if you’re a minor

Explaining y/n’s quirk : Telekinesis is your quirk. You’re able to move objects mentally at a distance without the need to make any physical contact. You were able -through training- to develop your ability and use it on yourself in order to be able to fly.

Your power comes with a cost, since using it for extended periods of time leaves you mentally drained, but you’re constantly working on improving your stamina.

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

AO3

Previously

"Morning is only a few hours away, all I have to do is be patient."

You breathed out, finally allowing yourself to drift off.

Chapter 3 :

You clenched your fists nervously before stepping into the agency, greeting everyone as you passed them by.

Your breath hitched when you saw him standing at the front desk, a stern look on his face as he spoke to the receptionist:

_ "Get me those documents immediately, I need to know what we're dealing with here."

_ "Yes sir I'll contact the chief of police and get you the files right away."

_ "Um.. good morning.." You uttered hesitantly interrupting what seemed to be an important conversation.

_ "Good morning!" Your friend responded enthusiastically but he said nothing.

_ "Alright bring them to my office as soon as you hear back from the chief." He ordered before turning around and walking away.

_ "Yes sir!"

What was that? Why did he disregard you completely? Did he regret what happened last night?

Every possibility you thought of brought you closer to tears.

You shook your head and went straight to change into your costume. Your patrol shift starts in less than half an hour so you needed to hurry first and wallow in self pity later.

_ "Aaaah!! Um.. what are you doing here?!" You yelped as soon as you came out of the changing room. The reason? Bakugo was standing right outside, arms crossed and not at all amused.

_ "What took you so long?" He grabbed your hand and dragged you straight to his office, locking the door behind the two of you.

You had no time to process what just happened, and the next thing you knew, your back was slammed against the wall as he attached his lips to yours.

His kiss was fast, urgent, needy, not at all how he kissed you last night, but you loved it nonetheless.

You moved your hands to grab fistfuls of those golden locks and he groaned into your mouth as you did so.

His lips traveled down to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses in their path, and his arms wrapped themselves around your waist as his fingers squeezed your frame.

_ "Katsuki.. you really scared me.. I thought you were going to be cold with me again." You stated breathlessly.

_ "You're wrong, I would never." His mouth never left your skin as he spoke.

The thing is, he only avoided you earlier in fear of being found out, but he realized you might misunderstand his intentions, which is why he dragged you into his office and latched onto your body as soon as he could.

_ "Mr Bakugo, may I come in? The chief of police just emailed the rest of the files you requested, I printed a hard copy for you." His assistant spoke from the other side after knocking gently on the door.

_ "Fuck!" He growled, reluctantly detaching himself from your warmth.

You giggled softly seeing his reaction, and immediately fixed your hair and straightened your clothes to avoid any scandal.

_ "Yeah come in." He really couldn't hide his annoyance.

He took the papers, bidding your colleague a curt "thanks" before closing the door again.

_ "What's wrong?" You asked anxiously after seeing his furrowing eyebrows as he looked over the documents.

_ "I'm not sure, we finally have a location but.."

You waited for him to continue but he failed to.

_ "But what? Isn't that a good thing? We've been working on this for months and we finally have a lead so what's the problem?"

_ "It's in the city. Those bastards! They really knew how to play us." He slammed the papers on his desk and turned around to face you: "Do you know what this means? They're basically inside a fortress, they know we can't freely attack inside a residential area, and if we try to evacuate the premises they'll figure it out immediately and take precautions."

It was dreadful, but you needed to calm him a bit.

_ "It's fine Katsuki we'll figure it out, we always do. We'll contact our friends and work something out together. I'm sure they're aware of the situation by now." You smiled as you walked up to him and placed your palms on his chest, running your fingers along his pecs reassuringly. And it worked, his tense muscles relaxed under your touch and his scowl turned upside down as he nodded pecking your forehead.

_ "You're right, we'll figure it out."

_ "Okay I should get to work! My shift starts soon so I'll see you in a few hours!" You declared enthusiastically and turned to leave, but a strong arm pulled you back.

You opened your mouth to speak but his lips on yours prevented you from doing so. He kissed you slowly, gently and you melted into it.

_ "Alright beautiful, this should last you till later." He mumbled teasingly and let go of your arm.

_ "Umm.. yes.." You were flustered, and he loved it.

Your day went by as usual, except, you couldn't stop thinking about the latest development regarding the case you've been working on.

Your boyfriend's distressed expressions said it all. And even though you made it sound like an easy task to tackle, deep down you knew that you'll be going through hard times..

(To be continued ..)

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sk-lumen · 3 months

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Your "Manifesto of Self-Love" is absolutely encouraging! Is there a print available for purchase? I'd love to have that framed and placed in my office as a daily reminder. Your words are speaking to my heart <3 Thank you for sharing them with us <3

Hi angel,

I haven't thought about this but now that you mention, it's actually a great idea! Thanks for bringing it up, and for sharing this sweet little message.

I have a couple of new digital products (ebooks, printables) that I'm working on for when I re-open the SKL shop, I'll be sure to add it to the list!

If you want to be notified when I launch it, feel free to DM me your email address 🎀 or just join the Soultribe (mailing list). Both ways you can benefit from special offers and discounts, but with the first option, you might also get things like free products in exchange for honest feedback (this way I can continuously improve things so I can create the best products for you). 🤍

Best wishes,

-L

#ask #shop #blog #sklumen #selflove #glow up #level up #printables

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djservo · 1 year

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it’s january 31st if you can believe it… scary! kicking off the 2023 reading wrap up, how did your first month of reading go? what did you read, how do you feel about it, and what’s on your horizon for february? 😋🤭

I totally can believe it because january is always such a non-month to me like I feel that 2023 has only Now just started ykwim... no disrespect to january though ofc 🙏 in fact, it was a very fruitful month of reads! I'm really loving theory/criticism-leaning nonfiction that requires more of my time & discipline to mull over - it feels rewarding when I finally fully process something and am able to cross-reference essays/ideas with films I'm watching or just in general conversations with friends but ANYWHO!

Nobody Knows My Name by James Baldwin

my 2nd Baldwin essay collection but I think I loved it even more than Notes of a Native Son (though maybe it’s just because it’s fresh in my mind) - I’m glad I’m reading his collections chronologically because I feel like I can discern the ways he polishes/sharpens his thought process over time. it’s impossible to pick a favorite essay bc I took notes on practically every single one, but a few standouts: Fifth Avenue, Uptown; A Fly in the Buttermilk; In Search of a Majority; The Northern Protestant; The Black Boy Looks at the White Boy (“it was the dream of love which was ending. I was beginning to realize, most unwillingly, all the things love could not do. It could not make me over, for example. It could not undo the journey which had made of me such a strange man and brought me to such a strange place.”)

The Dylan Dog Case Files by Tiziano Sclavi

FINALLY finished her omg so fun and funny and witty and the illustrations are gorgeous, I’m heartbroken that this is the only (printed) collection in English!! Supposedly James Wan is adapting it into a live-action series but that was announced in 2019 and I haven’t seen anything abt it since </3 will be crossing fingers and toes until further notice

Little Boy: The Arts of Japan’s Exploding Subculture by Takashi Murakami

Really amazing + thorough analysis of the aftermath of war and its effects on Japanese art. Loved the dissections of consumerism/commercialization and the western-induced infantilization of tragedy/societal collapse, the framing of Japan’s postwar purgatory as ‘little boy syndrome’, the double-edged sword of grieving and processing through "cute”/”innocent” images only for it be turned into a spectacle gutted of its roots. death to the western empire truly!!! this was like a perfect intersection of my studies in college so I’m surprised I’ve only now just come across this - brb emailing some old professors 👩‍💻 Favorite essays were Beyond the Pleasure Room to a Chaotic Street by Midori Matsui, Introducing Little Boy by Alexandra Munroe, and the Otaku Talk discussion between Toshio Okada and Kaichirō Morikawa (moderated by Murakami)

Against Interpretation and Other Essays by Susan Sontag

I’ve had this collecting dust on my shelf for Years bc the camp met gala made me avoid it out of spite LOL but finally I got over my bitter haggish ways and read it and thank god bc it ruled 🫀 I love a book that acts as a syllabus in a way, leading me down rabbit holes of theorists or media I might not have otherwise gotten to anytime soon. I also just loved how articulate and decisive she is with her opinions/analysis and how effortlessly her contextualizations come across - I feel like when I try to connect themes and ideas from different sources I just come across like Charlie’s Pepe Silvia moment in IASIP 😵‍💫 The On Camp essay was in fact very good (-_-) but I also really enjoyed The Artist as Exemplary Sufferer, Spiritual Style in the Films of Robert Bresson, The Imagination of Disaster, and Happenings: An Art of Radical Juxtaposition

currently reading Junky by William S. Burroughs, God’s Beauty Parlor by Stephen D. Moore, and I’ve just picked up/started June Jordan’s collected poetry from the library which is 600+ pages so I don’t know that I can anticipate for much more this month but we’ll see 🧘‍♀️

#sry this took a min I needed to collect my thoughts 🧠#asks #cheesehair #reads

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museum-spaces · 2 years

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tales from storage

So for the past two weeks my employee and I have been tackling the storage area of our museum. when we started we had 4 rooms; two complete messes, one semi organized newspaper archive, and one empty old boiler room - boiler has been decommissioned for years. Now we have two organized rooms, one slightly less organized newspaper archive, and an old boiler room with a few of our 'oversized' objects - bed frames etc.

i still have my employee for a week before I loose her 'til spring and we still have a chunk of stuff to put back into the rooms but here's what we did;

day 1; took everything out of room A, found the objects that I cannot talk about, set up a second shelf unit bringing the rooms shelves up to 7 from 4.

Day 2; set up a small table and went through box-by-box what was in the room. I took extensive notes and wrote numbers for all of them - we don't have archival pens yet so I haven't put those numbers on the actual objects, just in my book and on the box itself. We managed to get almost every thing from the original 3 shelves onto one of the new shelves.

day 3; call cops, have them stop by for the Things, continue reorganizing room A. This continues for day 4 as well.

Day 5; empty out storage room b, find a whole cash of semi-organized photos and what might be journals from the 1800s - discover on day 10 that they are actually journals from the 1960s, be disappointed.

Canadian Thanksgiving falls on day 6, so don't work that day.

Day 7; set up last shelf unit in room B bringing shelves up from 2 to 6, organize framed art storage - assign numbers and condition check all art as it is placed. Have loads of room left over for additional pieces as we redisplay the upstairs galleries. Move desk.

Day 8; day spent like day 4, but with added exploration of archives. spend a stupid long few hours sorting through old emails that previous management printed off and kept in folders to figure out which ones were from her ordering uniforms - which we don't use - and which ones dealt with research and museum matters.

Day 9; spend most of the day doing computer-y things with a bit more sorting thrown in for good measure. be very sick that day and go to the hospital at about 10pm.

Day 10; feeling much much better after only 12 hours, get back into sorting. Move desk again. also move filing cabinet. at one point in the afternoon decide to go through box found on day 5 with journals. discover the hard way that this box is FULL of mould. clean box out, have coughing fit, send employee - allergic to mould - out of the room. keep cleaning. accept mask from employee. sort through all the books in the box etc - 46 items including the box itself - carefully note and wrap each item from the box to help protect it from mould. realize we spent about 1.5 hours on the 46 items.

and that's the end of that.

It is a heck of a lot of fun to do this... but my employee, gods all bless her, doesn't really 'get' what I'm doing and that she can't just grab the next thing out of the box, rattle something off at me, hand it to me, then grab the next. We are working in a cramped space and I need to be able to sort through the things, put them in the relevant piles, and write detailed notes to myself for the catalogue. which is hard enough when you're writing on your lap let alone when someone keeps handing you things that NEED 2 handed support.

I can't wait for 6 working days from now when she'll be off for the winter and I can move at my own pace. No denying I need her right now - couldn't move half of this heavy stuff on my own - but I do look forward to the quiet.

#museum #museums #museology #museum studies #actually autistic

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whentherewerebicycles · 1 year

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5:30 and 6:30am cherry blossom views :) I slept from 8-5:15 and probably need one more night like that before I’ll feel back to normal again. I do feel significantly less emotionally unstable though lol so I guess everyone who was like JUST GO TO BED yesterday was right 🙄🙄🙄 anyway here we are!!!! we are READY!!!!

here’s my plan of attack. so far I’ve spent the morning reviewing the PPT I started yesterday and organizing my notes for the second and third main points. I also emailed or texted all the former students I’m hoping to use as examples in the talk to get permission from them (and to run my framing of the examples by them for their OK or edits) and they’ve all gotten back to me with the most enthusiastic responses and well wishes for the interview 😭 so that was a nice mood boost this morning. I think I’ll let myself keep lounging in bed working on this outline until 7:45… then I’d like to get up, shower, and work at my desk so I can go back and forth between my work laptop & personal laptop as needed. a possible sketch for the day:

7:15-7:45 work on outline

7:45-8:15 shower, get ready, listen to some music to pump myself up

8:15-8:30 check on reply from B about the training edits + also follow up with M about the interview workshop if necessary

8:30-9:30 transfer remaining outline content into the PPT—it can be super rough as I’m going to do a lot of polishing and practicing work with liz today I think

9:30-10:30 maybe do an initial practice run or talkthrough with liz on zoom

10:40ish walk to appointment so I can get some sun and hopefully reset my circadian rhythms a bit

11-11:30 ultrasound—I’m going to be a little bit crushed if we missed the window, but I also strongly suspect we missed the window so if it’s a no-go this cycle I will just focus on using the next four weeks to get myself back into consistent running & healthy eating routines

pugs arrive around 12

time the talk and make a decision on whether I have time to do the lesson walkthrough as part of it. if I don’t, I will add a section where I highlight some of the model projects we use to expand students’ conceptions of research. if I do, I will need to make the slides—and/or possibly print the materials if I decide to set up the classroom.

try on my outfit and shoes for tomorrow to make sure everything fits and nothing needs to be ironed. I also want to practice the talk in my outfit to make sure I’m comfortable. I may want to bring a cardigan if I get too hot in the suit jacket and need to change.

print the list of questions I generated for the different interviews plus my distilled list of the job duties. I might need to buy a folder to keep papers in?? I should also find that little notebook I bought to jot down questions and notes throughout the day.

in the afternoon haley might come over or I might call her to practice the talk for her.

in the afternoon/evening, I want to map out the route for tomorrow morning and possibly actually drive there to be absolutely sure I can find the parking lot. I can practice the talk on the drive.

practice everything more in the evening and also just practice talking through possible questions that I expect to come up. I also want to find and print my syllabi too just to refresh my memory on how I scaffolded research skills instruction. and I’d like to jot down quick notes in my folder on everyone’s names and backgrounds in the CL office.

medium long walk with the dogs I think

might try to go to bed by 8/8:30 again so I can be up bright and early! tomorrow my first interview is at 9, so I’d like to be there and parked by 8:30, which means leaving by 8, which means showering by 6:30 so my hair is fully dry when I get there. I think I’ll aim to get up at 5ish again just so I can have plenty of time to take all four dogs out and practice a bit more before I need to start getting ready.

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nicolai-schafi-viktor · 1 year

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I already have an idea for when I have my own place to be. (I need an own place for this since I can't organize this plan while I live in my friend's household)

I will make an announcement on Ebay-Kleinanzeigen and probably will hang up some little posters in the city and ask people to email / DM me if they have left-over / unused crafting / art / creative material that they won't use anymore. So I can come over and collect it. Using the collected material I might start a seperate account (that I will keep this time) (probably naming it Bastelschaf ) where I will only post the items / ideas I made with the 'donations'. Since selling items regulary is not an option for me I might put up some of the items (only those I haven't made for myself or friends) for "adoption" so local people can visit me, pick the adopted art up, and take it home in return for new / left-over material. Then I could fund my creative hobby with less income and help people recycle stuff.

Also I won't do any commissions so I can keep everything I make for myself in case nobody adopts anything.

Not sure if I will also do digital art and photography on Bastelschaf. Maybe, but only if I get material that I can use as frames for prints since I have to pay for photo-prints.

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years

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Penguin 🐧 P1

MOVIE MAZE RUNNER AU COUPLE NEWT X READER RATING CUTE + FUNNY

I sighed as I woke up hearing my alarm blaring aggressively at me. I groaned and turned over slamming my hand on the buzzer to shut it up. I rubbed my eyes and groaned trying to bring myself to wake up. I sat up and groaned "I hate my life" I groaned

"I hate your life too dude, I had your life of have already killed myself" I heard davi say at my door frame

"Shut up davi" I told him as I climbed out of bed and headed into the bathroom. I had myself a very hot shower scrubbing up and down my body contemplating every excuse I could come up with in my mind to go back to bed but none of which made sense.

I finished up and brushed my teeth going into my bedroom and starting to get dressed for the day slipping on a pair of fluffy penguin socks, my full brown shoes, my black pants, and white button down grabbing my black tie and starting to tie it in my mirror almost mindlessly from doing it everyday for so long. "today…. Today will… ugh. Today will be-"

"Trying those self affirming statements your therapist recommended?" I heard from my doorway

"Shut up davi!" I yelled back at him glaring at him as he stood in my doorway until he walked away and I sighed "today… uhhh will not be shit. I hope."

I grabbed my bag and went to the kitchen grabbing my lunch from the fridge that I packed last night getting a fresh apple to shove in my bag from the bowl on the counter

"Have fun at work" davi said settling into the sofa in his robe

"Are you going to apply for a job today?"

"Nah."

"You got any interviews today?"

"Nope."

"Any coming up?"

"I had that mail room job at right arm"

"Okay so when is that exactly?"

"Tomorrow, not going through"

"Why not?"

"Because I don't wanna become a hollow shell of a human being by giving myself willingly to the corporations" he says "I am the next great artist of our time I can't be confined to a cubicle selling my soul to the man."

"Why not? Then you can buy your own groceries" I sighed noticing my bread loaf was half eaten and I had yet to have a single slice so I grabbed one quick for my morning toast and jam

"Why do you care about my interview?"

"Just wanna know when I might… be getting some of the rent you owe me"

"I'll get it to you man I got three more commission inquiry emails yesterday"

"Okay" I sighed I finished my toast and grabbed my jacket heading out locking the apartment behind me.

I went over to the lift pressing the button but no sound, no lights nothing.

Great the lifts not working again.

So I took the stairs down all nine floors! And noticed as soon as I got into the lobby that it's raining and I leant davi my umbrella three weeks ago and haven't seen it since so I sighed and turned my jacket collar up as I hurried thought the dark rainy streets my shoes soaked as I stepped thought puddles having to dance around the many other people will umbrellas a of which pushed skinny me into the utter without much of a second thought. I tried the whole way down the road to wave down a taxi but none stopped for me. I knew I was already off schedule as I headed down into the station and instantly noticed the line as only one turnstile is working grinding everything to a standstill once I got thought and onto the platform I started tapping my foot nervously watching the clock ticking over the damn train was late again. When it eventually arrived ten minutes off schedule I climbed in even if there was little space even for me I grabbed a handle and found myself squeezed between the wall and about seventeen other men all attempting to stand on the thirty centimeter square I had proclaimed as my own. Having to battle them like stags bumping atlers for my small square of space. Personal space wasn't even an optional with people breathing down my neck, some guys elbow on in my back, someone's else hand dangerously close to my butt! And a man so close I could read the small print on his newspaper. Once I got to my stop I happily jumped off and headed back up to the street having to hurry though the rain again before atlast ducking into the wckd lobby. I went over to the lift and pressed the button luckily it lit up and rang the little bell and only a few seconds later the doors opened so I wondered in letting them shut behind me as I clicked my floor fixed my jacket a little trying to resist the urge to turn around and go home already. The lift stopped and the door opened and instantly I smiled.

She stood there in her little red heels, black stockings, little black pencil skirt and red button down blouse, her usual locket around her neck, her hair and make up as perfect as always, a few files in her hands as she rushed in pressing for another floor and smiled a little and fixed some hair behind her ear

"Good morning newt" she smiled

"Good morning y/n." I smiled back a little nervous fixing my hair and rubbing my neck unable to stop looking at her making her blush a little

"I like your penguins" she smiled

"Hum? Ohh yeah there cosy socks good for then it's rainy"

"I can imagine so" she nods

"Do uhhhh you like penguins?"

"Very much there very cute" she smiled "you poor things hasn't maintenance fixed the climate up there yet?"

"Nope" I sighed

"I'll get someone up there end of business I promise" she smiled as the door opened "see you newt" she waves as she headed out onto her floor

"Yeah ugh bye" I waves back as the doors shut "fuck. Do you like penguins? Seriously? Am I six!" I groaned at myself "stupid! Stupid!" I complained before we got to my floor so I got out and headed thought the office to my cubicle turning my pc on and hanging my coat in the chair

"Morning newt"

"Morning min" I answered back as he shared my cube

"Your late"

"I know. Train was bugged" I answered getting sorted with my paperwork and such

"You see y/n in your way up?"

"How can you tell?"

"Awww has he got the sweet little honeyglow in his cheeks?" Thomas asked as he pocked his head over the cube

"Shut up both of you."

"But did you?" Min asks as he plaid with his fidget cube thing

"I did. She said she will have a word with maintenance get the climate controls working up here again"

"She's a sweetie" Thomas smiles

"I know" I sighed getting up my work for the day to make myself look busy of anyone walks past even if the work could be done in five minutes and I had eight hours to do it in

"You love her so much" thomas laughed

"I do."

"And what magical thing did you say to her today?" Thomas laughed

".... I said, do you like penguins?"

"Well that's certainly a pick up line I've not heard before" minho sighed

"Do you think it could work?"

"Well I've said many a time it's not what you say, anything can be a pick up line so long as you say it with confidence." He says "but… do you like penguins. I mean. Not even I can work with that man. Kinda sounds like you wanna baby bird her"

"Uuuuuhhhh. I don't know what that is and I don't think I wanna know" I answered

"I'm googling it" Thomas said jumping down to use his computer

"No Thomas don't!" Minho warned him

"Uughhh! That's disgusting!" He complained

"What is it?" I asked

"You don't wanna know" minho said

"Thomas tell me."

"She sucks your dick. Then you cum in her mouth and then you make out before she swallows it so you basically swallow your own cum!"

"That's what baby birding is!"

"That or when you jerk off in her face and she begs for it so she looks like a little bird begging for food"

".... You are a very sick little man minho"

"I've never done it! I just know it don't you two watch porn!" He argues

"No I have a girlfriend!" Thomas argues

"Why would it even be considered me wanting to do that to y/n?"

"Penguins do the same as birds don't they, throw up fish for there young" he shrugs

"No. I do not what to do that to anyone." I said returning to my work

"Morning isaac" I heard a familiar voice speak up so I turned faking a smile

"Morning janson"

"Your late" he says as he leant on the cubicle wall with his coffee

"Train delay"

"This happens alot isaac maybe get an earlier train" he suggested

"Yes sir"

"You send me over those finance reports?"

"Yes sir. On Tuesday"

"I'll check my inbox…. Do your socks have penguins on them?"

"Yes sir. To keep my feet warm in the cold"

"I don't wanna see them again" he says before he headed off

"Bloody Ratman" I rolled my eyes fiddling with my pen

"Go on then newt get your little penguins to work or he'll be back again" minho laughs

"Yeah yeah" I sighed returning my attention to my computer purposely going slow when I saw I had an email in my inbox so I opened it up likely spam but I smiled

'hey newt x I saw this and thought of you how cold is it up there?

X y/n"

Along with a little cartoon of a chilly penguin

I smiled widely unable to stop blushing quickly responding getting into our chatting emails as we did everyday.

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portraitmypet · 9 months

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A wonderful way to commemorate our four-legged friends when they leave us

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