Bathing Suit

Luca Fantilli x Reader

synopsis: you bought a new bathing suit before your spring break trip and luca can’t keep his eyes off you

warnings: fluff, maybe suggestive idk

word count: 1.1k

a/n: this is based off a shifting scenario i had for one of my drs and i thought it was a cute lil idea ALSO SPEAK NOW TV AHHH

The afternoon sun blazed against your body, causing you to sizzle under the rays of light. Mixing that heat with the cool ocean breeze created the perfect spring temperature.

You laid on your stomach on top of your rainbow beach towel, resting the side of your head on your folded arms. You were at Panama City Beach for spring break with your friends. It was the first day of vacation and you honestly felt like just relaxing after the long flight.

You were focused on getting a tan while the rest of your friends played volleyball on the sand. Your friend group consisted of Adam, Seamus, Johnny, Luca, and one of your roommate/friend.

You were close with everyone in the group, but not as much as you were with the Fantilli brothers. You and Adam have been inseparable since the beginning of freshman year. Being the media team for the hockey team really had its perks.

You found yourself falling head over heels for his older brother, Luca. He was very well aware of that. Matter of fact, he predicted it. It was at a party where he introduced you two making sure to say, “You two are going to love each other… Like you’re going to fall in love.”

Adam rested on his back, soaking up the sun just like you were. Even though he had his sunglasses over his eyes, you could tell they were closed. “Did you hear that Janelle from the softball team is pregnant?” Adam the sentence flowed out of Adam’s mouth. If we weren’t laying out relaxing on the beach, he would’ve been more animated.

You didn’t react the same way though. Your head perked up as your mouth hung open with shock. “Janelle Reid?!” you gasped. She was always so against sex before marriage, it was like her whole personality trait. “Who’s the baby daddy?”

He sat up and took a sip of his Corona which was wedged into the sand. “Well, no one really knows, but people have their theories.” He took another long sip burying the can back in the sand. “Some people say it’s Weston… but some people think it’s her cousin.”

“No fucking way!” you yelled out loud while laughing. “Holy shit!” You grabbed your White Claw from out of the sand and took a sip as well.

Luca’s eyes pulled away from the game at the loud sound of your laughing. It sounded sweet and beautiful, how could he focus at a time like this? He looked over at you, completely ignoring the ball in his presence.

“Luca, dude!” Seamus yelled, causing you to look back at the group playing. “You’re selling the game!” You made eye contact with Luca for a split second before he looked back at Seamus.

He laughed it off and said, “My bad, bro!” He then grabbed the volleyball from the sand next to him and set the ball, hitting it over the net to your friend and Johnny.

You flipped onto your back so you could watch Luca play volleyball while he glistened with both sweat and sunscreen. His sun-kissed abs along with his little happy trail made your head feel dizzy. You were stuck in a trance staring at his beautiful smile. Thank God for your sunglasses to hide the fact you were staring directly at his body.

“Luca was checking you out,” Adam spoke up. You snapped your attention away from him and focused it onto his brother. He had a playful grin on his face, his head cocked to the side as he looked at you.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Shut up, no he wasn’t.” Even when denying the fact, your cheeks couldn’t help but turn bright red at the comment. Maybe you could pass it off as a simple sunburn.

Adam always doubted that you wanted him to shut up when it came to his brother, and in any instance, he was right. You wanted to know more about why he thought that. Maybe he was feeding into your delusions, but he knows his brother best. There were the whole wavelength things with where they know how they’re feeling.

“You know what I think it is?” Adam took another sip of his Corona, leaving you on the edge of your seat curiosity. “I think it’s that new bathing suit you got.”

You lifted your sunglasses and placed them on the top of your head. “What do you mean?” You knew exactly what he meant, it’s why you bought the damn thing.

A week before you all left for Florida, you and your roommate went to get some things for the beach. “Maybe you should get a new bathing suit,” they suggested as you strolled through the mall.

“What? Why?” you asked while chewing on the plastic straw of your drink.

They rolled their eyes with a playful smile on their face. “Because bathing suits are a guy’s weakness.” You knew who they were talking about, so you agreed.

You went inside PINK and found the perfect bathing suit. It was your favorite color and it fit your body type perfectly. Plus it exposed your body enough to still feel comfortable.

Adam rolled his eyes since you obviously knew what he meant, but he didn’t hesitate to lay it out for you. “The bathing suit is hot, Y/N,” he said. “You look hot. You know it, Luca knows it. You might as well act on it.”

His blunt statement caught you off guard causing you to stare at him bug-eyed. The more you thought about it, the more it made sense. You looked back at Luca again, feeling his eyes sinking into your body.

When you made eye contact with him again, Luca’s face instantly flushed red. He was embarrassed that you caught him staring at you. “Luca, your head is not in the game!” Seamus complained again.

“Yeah, yeah! I’m sorry!” he apologized, attempting to keep his eyes off you, but you were irresistible to him. “Uh, Y/N! Could you get me a beer?”

“Dude the last thing you need is beer,” Seamus muttered.

“Shut up,” he whispered back, nudging the guy.

“Yeah, of course!” You got up from your spot and walked over to him with his beer. He nodded his head and smiled, his eyes sneaking a peak at your glistening body again.

“Thanks,” he said, cracking it open and pulling his eyes away. He cleared his throat, his cheeks super red.

“Of course!” You walked back over to Adam where he was already staring at you with his eyebrows raised and a smug smirk on his face. “Holy shit,” you whispered to him. It finally sunk into your mind that he was actually checking you out.

“Mhm.” Adam nodded his head slowly. “Like I said, act on it.”

LO Art Analysis (or: A Real Example of Why You Shouldn't Use Multiply for Everything)

I've obviously been spending a lot of time recreating LO art and in that time, I think I've really cracked open some of modern LO's problems with its art. This is a lengthy post so turn on some lo-fi, grab some popcorn and strap in.

One thing in particular that I'm very eager to talk about (and go off about) is Rachel's use of color language and shading.

THERE WILL BE BRIEF FASTPASS PANELS AHEAD IN THIS ANALYSIS. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!

One of the key things that most people seem to agree on when it comes to LO's current art quality is the lack of color language. Back in S1, we had colors that seemed to jump off the page, with gorgeous rendering that created panels that were vast and beautiful to take in. It didn't matter if the anatomy was wonky or if the backgrounds were translated directly from Google Sketchup, the color and compositions made up for its flaws and created unique vignettes that individually contributed to what we found so special about LO back in those days.

That last one especially is still hands-down one of the most well-known and influential LO panels out of the entire series. Many a phone background its graced (my own included, I've literally had this as my phone background for like 3 years now) and it serves as a beautiful standalone example of the mood and emotions LO used to convey. You don't need to know the context of the scene, you don't need to know the characters, the mere posing and color choice alone is enough to invoke a reaction from the viewer. It doesn't even have a lot of shading or final rendering, the composition and texturing is all it needs.

So why does a simple panel like that work, but panels like these don't?

I have such beef with this panel because it does the complete opposite of what the famous Tower 4 panel achieves - it puts on full display everything wrong with LO's current art style, from its character posing to its color language aaaall the way to its final rendering.

First off, the character posing and framing. I finally figured out what RS' male characters have been suffering from lately, and it's a phenomenon that I'm sure many of you will be able to recognize right away.

Seth Macfarlane Syndrome.

You might not watch Family Guy, you might not watch American Dad, or the Cleveland Show, but you'll know exactly what I mean when I talk about Seth MacFarlane Syndrome. It's the stiffness, the lack of movement or bend in joints, the boring posing of characters standing with their arms flatly at their sides and their entire body facing the same direction, eyes unblinking - and when they speak, heads slightly tilting, mouths always being conformed to the same default shapes, while the arms do something random and unrelated to create the illusion of natural movement.

This has been an issue in LO for a while now, incredibly flat posing that lacks any sort of dynamic curvature to it, but it's best exemplified by that Ares panel above because holy shit does he ever look like Stan Smith in it. Boxy shoulders with arms that appear to be WAY too short hanging off the side, elbows flattened, hands straightened out, no natural shaping whatsoever.

But that's not the crux of the issue I want to touch on today.

No, the worst offense of this panel is that it indirectly proves what I've been suspicious of for a while now.

To explain real quick for context, there's this thing in digital art called Blend Modes. It's essentially a basic function in digital art that allows you to change the properties of layers for the purpose of shading, rendering, whatever have you. Most of these Blend Modes are the same across all digital art programs, things like Multiply, Screen, Color Dodge, etc. are all fairly basic tools in the digital artist's toolkit but all have an INCREDIBLY high ceiling of mastery - meaning, blend modes are easy to use on a basic level, but require a lot of skill and understanding of color language to utilize to their full potential. Using them right can transform a passable piece of work into a great one - on the flipside, using them wrong can take a passable piece of work and piss all over it.

The one I want to focus on in this post is Multiply. I use this blend mode myself quite often, it basically 'multiplies' the properties of the layers below it, taking whatever colors are below and 'doubling' them to create darker tones. This makes it a go-to for shading.

But the issue with Multiply is that it often ends up being used when it's not supposed to be. Or rather, people starting out will often use it as a substitute for shading when you'd be better off using your own hand-picked colors. I've got characters with skin tones that I can shade with the same color set to Multiply, zero issues, because the base tone is one that doubles well, it creates a nice rich tone on top that's perfect for shading.

But do you know the one color that DOESN'T multiply well?

Yellow.

Yellow is NOT a color you can just multiply, not without the final result looking flat and almost putrid. Most people will thus recommend you shade yellow with other colors along the same side of the color wheel, including oranges and reds. This is precisely why knowing color theory is such an important skill even in digital art, because using Blend Modes improperly can create flat tones that can ruin a final composition.

Going back to that Ares panel...

Again, I've had this suspicion for a while, especially when looking at panels of Persephone (*pink is ALSO a color that doesn't multiply well)

So I put it to the test. I took the original panel, sampled the yellow, and overlaid it with Multiply to see what I'd get.

Fam.

That putrid deep yellow that I mixed above is literally NEXT DOOR NEIGHBORS WITH WHAT I EYEDROPPED FROM THE PANEL. Copy and paste that and eyedrop it yourself if you want to see it with your own eyes. It's pretty obvious she did the same thing with Hera as well, you can tell her skin tone has been set to multiply and repainted with the same color, same as with her jacket.

They are using Multiply layers for everything as the default. This is not how Multiply is intended to be used - it's lazy shortcutting that's resulting in flat, boring, ugly compositions.

RS has stated herself that she 'changed' how LO is drawn to help 'streamline' the process for her assistants. This isn't streamlining. This is cutting corners.

Streamlining would be having color palettes to refer to during the coloring and shading process. I use them myself for characters that I CAN'T multiply-shade, I literally have characters whose skin tones are too light and yellow-toned for it - using Multiply would wash out their tones and make them look flat and sickly so I have to use a separate color from a different part of the color wheel to shade them (usually a darker tone of red/orange).

Rachel, babe, this isn't streamlining, this is just taking shortcuts to the point of sabotaging your own work. You can't sit there and tell me THAT looks good and is worth the 'streamlining' when panels like THESE used to exist:

Turn off the Multiply layers and color your characters for once, please, I'm begging you. This is such a rookie move for someone who claims to be a professional (and regularly brags about the awards she's won); not to mention a tragic fall from grace because we know Rachel can and has produced better work than this in the past. She knows color language, she knows how to paint, so why is she resorting to shortcuts like this? She has an entire team of people and yet she's still consistently behind enough in her buffer - or just doesn't care enough anymore - that she's resorting to lazy amateur tactics like using Multiply for everything.

And on the off chance that she ever sees this, Rachel, it's not even that hard to use proper colors. You've done it before, you should already have the color palettes available to you.

(P.S. One handy-dandy experiment to tell if your Multiply layers are failing you is the desaturation test. You'll notice that drawings being made primarily with Multiply layers will look a lot 'flatter' when desaturated, because the shading is just the same color on top of itself and 'doubled', there isn't any actual value or depth in the shading itself. These are the exact same panels I showed before, RS' on the left and mine on the right, they've just been desaturated to show the difference that proper color choice can make when defining values and tones in shading!)

Haloo yellow helllloooooo

Is it alright if I ask for like Trafalgar Law x reader? It's up to you if you wanna make them male or female, I'm thinking of having a reader that can summon wings but with a price. Like the wings would literally rip out of their back, leaving a big scar and lots and lots of blood. It's not bad enough? The feathers are made of light steel but has sharp edges at the bottom. Making it more than painful... And I think it should be a curse so that you wouldn't have to think of a devil fruit? It's alr if you did, tho.

omg, this almost made my cry while I was writing it! As a note, Noroi means curse. I will also likely be creating the devil fruit I used in this as well as one based on her transformation (it sounds interesting to me). I made it more than just the wings, but there's reasoning for that... I'm gonna go cry now! (not really, but holy shit, this fic!)

Warnings: graphic depictions of injuries, blood, curses, angst, pain, hurt/comfort, GN!Reader

Word Count: 1675

     The first time he saw the scars, he was horrified. Two long, vertical lines down your back about where your shoulder blades were. Starting just above the shoulder blade and running down to your mid back. He wasn’t sure if the scars looked more like tears or cuts. You hadn’t answered him when he asked what they were from, you’d refused to tell him. After asking again and again, he began to assume that something horrific had happened to you, something you were afraid to talk about. Had you been captured and tortured? Had someone betrayed you? Had it been an accident of some sort? Did you even remember what had happened? Maybe it was so traumatic that your mind blocked it out, perhaps it was painful to remember. So he stopped asking, if it was traumatic, he didn’t want to risk an outburst or break down. 

     You remembered how it had happened, how you’d gotten this curse. A devil fruit, yet it wasn’t you who’d eaten it. The Noroi Noroi no mi. It allowed the user to bestow curses upon other people. Some minor, some… some like yours. Large metal wings, sharp blades that cut through your skin as they tore out of your back. Light weight yet strong, capable of propelling you hundreds, sometimes even thousands of feet in the air. The pain was like nothing you’d ever imagined before, the first time they’d sheared through your skin, you’d screamed in pain, falling to the ground. You’d lost consciousness, the pain too much for your mind to handle. You didn’t pass out from the pain anymore, but it still made you cry out in pain, it was still a blinding pain that left you shaking. With your wings fresh from your back, you looked like an angel of war, metal wings glinting in the sunlight as fresh blood dripped from the sharp tips of the ‘feathers’. Yet the curse didn’t stop there. With each activation, the curse progressed, as if to make your life an endless hell, maybe to ensure that you’d never just learn to deal with the pain. Metal that ripped out of your hair line, forming a beautiful silver circlet, yet dripped with blood, the red liquid running is streams down your face. A burning in your eyes, like acid, as they changed into an unnaturally bright blue, the whites turning a a lustrous ivory, like pearls. With each activation of your curse, you looked more and more like some sort of twisted, bloodstained angel of war. All you could think was it was only a matter of time before armor sprouted from your limbs, a cuirass of steel protecting your chest, until your body dripped with blood and you became a ‘true angel’ of blood and steel. Your worse nightmare. Horrific pain as the metal ripped through every part of your body, dripping with blood as people looked on in fear. What would the others think? What would Law think? Would they push you away? Or perhaps they might comfort you? Would they look at you in horror? Or would their looks turn to ones of sympathy? You couldn’t take that chance. You couldn’t risk losing those you loved most. 

     Now, however, you risked losing them anyway. Should you transform, you risked losing them as they pushed you away; but if you did nothing, you risked them dying and losing them for good, risked knowing that they died when you could have saved them. So with a pained cry, you allowed the metal to tear from your skin. Once more dripping with blood, you faced your enemies. Everyone’s eyes were on you, the scream, the transformation, drawing their attention. Pauldrons of metal covered your shoulders, your blood covered circlet dripping with blood, your wings glinting in the sunlight as the red liquid dripped from the tips to the ground. Unnaturally blue eyes glared at your enemies as the hilt of a blade formed at your waist. You could feel the metal springing from your skin in the same horrific fashion, yet this time, you didn’t care. This time, you took hold of the metal willingly, this time, you pulled it from your body as if the pain didn’t matter, as if what you had become was trivial. It left a gash in your hip, the hilt burned like red hot fire against your hand as you charged forward. An angel of war? No. A demon of blood, steel, and fury as you cut your enemies down. A metal blade, sharper than any man made sword, sharper than even Law’s scalpels or feather blades. Piercing and slashing through your enemies and suddenly, you were covered in blood once more, yet this blood was not your own. Chest heaving, you dropped the blade at your feet. All around you, bodies littered the ground, blood watering the earth and pooling at your feet. You closed your eyes as tears burned behind your eye lids. It was time to face the others, time to face their horrified stares and terrified faces. But you refused to do so as you were now, refused to face them as the demonic creature you’d become. The wings retracted, the blade on the ground seemed to gain a mind of its own as it turned into liquid metal and shot into your calf. Pauldrons pulled back into your skin, and circlet slipped back into your head. But more had formed during your battle. Blood stained vambraces folded back into your forearms and a gold trimmed tasset slipped into your waist. Your clothes had been shredded by the metal that had sprouted from your body and was covered in your blood. The wounds caused by the curse quickly healed, leaving more scarring. It was a bitter sweet ability of the curse. It allowed you to heal quickly, making wounding you difficult. Because if you bled out, the curse could no longer take hold of you. The palm of your hand now had burn scars and your eyes still felt like they were covered in acid. Still, still you turned to them. Their looks were ones of horror and sympathy, they cradled their own wounds, yet they stood up, hurrying over to you. Bepo was the first to reach you, pulling you close and wrapping his large arms around you, sobbing as he tried to say something that was lost in the sounds of his crying. Penguin and Shachi were soon wrapped around you as well, muttering apologies and words of comfort. Soon the entire crew minus Law was holding you in a group hug, words of comfort surrounding you. Tears ran down your cheeks, yet these were not tears of pain. They were tears of relief. They didn’t hate you, they weren’t turning you away. They were pulling you closer. You lost track of how long they held you before you all returned to the Polar Tang, the crew offering to cook, help you clean up, let you rest, whatever you wanted. It was shortly after you’d entered your room, before you got a chance to shower that Law appeared in your room. The two of you simply stood there in silence. He was the one you were most afraid of right now. Would he leave you? Would he hate you? Would he be angry at you for keeping it a secret? Law walked over to you in silence, gently taking your arm and examining the new scars.

     “Now I know why you didn’t tell me… are you… are you still in pain?” he asked, eyes looking at you in concern. 

     “They’re… tender. They will be for a few days.” you admitted, looking away from him. Law gently wiped some blood away from your arm with his sleeve before pressing a soft kiss to the new scar that ran up your entire forearm.

     “From now on, I’ll take care of you, You’ll never have to use this ability again. I… I won’t let you. As your captain, I forbid you from using it again, no matter the situation.” he said sternly, yet you could tell that his words were simply out of worry for your well-being. You could only nod as you stared into his eyes. While they were filled with sympathy and concern, they also shone with love. He loved you too much to let this happen to you again.

     “Let me help you.” he said softly, gently pulling the remains of your blood soaked clothes from your body before gently carrying you to the shower. He was more gentle with you than ever as he carefully washed the blood from your body, almost as if he was afraid his touch would tear your skin open again. Once you were clean and in fresh clothes, he ‘shambles’ed you to the dining room, the crew already having made your favorite. While they wanted to be there for you, they’d all agreed to leave you be, not wanting to make you feel like a freak by standing there and staring at you or asking you questions. They had questions, they wanted to care for you, but they knew it would be best if they treated you like normal, as if nothing had happened. To treat you like always so that you knew that nothing had changed, you hadn’t changed in their eyes. In a way, it was true, you hadn’t changed in their eyes. You were still you, still the same person who cared about them, still the same person they’d always cared for, who was part of their little family. They’d let you rest more often, they’d treat you with more care, they’d protect you more, but you were still you, even with your curse. Law would be the same. He’d treat you like he always had, yet at the same time, he’d be more careful with you, be softer with you. But you knew it was only because they didn’t want you to have to suffer that pain again. Only because they loved you. They still loved you. 

I'm not sure if you write these two, but...

Imagine Hucow Archie and Maxie. Just imagine what they'd be like, what shenanigans* they'd get up to around the farm.

*includes them fighting

Holy shit could you fucking imagine?! I already have so many things in my head.

BullFarm au! Maxie & Archie shenanigans & headcannons

Fighting? These two are always fighting so much so that slowly but surely, your boss just stopped caring about stopping them. It was futile. Even when he would separate them somehow, they would always find a way to round it. These two bowls are constantly fighting with their fists, their horns hell, even biting(archie) every time there's just muffled commotion; your boss just size Takes a cigarette out and starts smoking and begs for you to deal with it while trying to nurse a migraine he could already feel coming.

Archie starts most of the fights, but Maxie is the one that provokes Archie making him angrier. However around you they seem calm and willing to be in the same 5 ft apart from each other. They know that you hate when they fight so every time you walk around the corner they just sit there quietly glaring at each other while you're doing your work perhaps take this time to bother you instead of focusing on each other.

Before they had become residents on your farm Archie was a hybrid fighter, when people would put hybrids up against each other to fight though he was rescued he didn't seem too bad about it in fact he would eagerly tell you about his fights and accomplishments despite the horrors you have heard from the conditions hybrids would be put in.

Maxie, before he found his way to the farm was a test subject in a lab however not in the same way Colress and Volo where. Colress was genetically created and modified ; Volo was revived from one; Maxie practically grew up there where you would do all sorts of intelligence measuring and training tests perhaps as he got older the scientists retired him to a nice farm to live on. He seems to have learned a thing or two from being there.

Archie has been in so many sparring matches he has scratches and scars on his horns and all over his body which he's very eager to tell you, stories about each and every one. Well he doesn't do full on fights anymore you can happily see him sparring with the stronger Bulls and lifting heavy things trying to keep his form.

Archie is a mighty Bull but would never pick fights with anyone weaker than himself physically, even Maxie, though that quickly changes when Maxie throws insults at him. Maxie, even though he doesn't like fighting, wants to make Archie very angry. He is swift to dodge his attacks, always trying to counter them. Archie thinks he would have been an ok hybrid fighter. Maxie doesn't even want to entertain the idea.

Maxie is not much of a talker unless it's to tell random trivia about plants, ecology, and animals. Maxie is a bit of a bookworm. Most Bulls are not usually interested in human writings, but Maxie is not one of them. In fact, every time you come back to the farm from the town, he would eagerly ask you if you bought anything to read.

Maxie is obsessed with the land and the beautiful natural wonders of this world. Perhaps he had seen something in his youth that made him truly appreciate the land's Beauty. Maxie, after you gave him a new book to read, would always sit either under the shade or out in the sun, looking out into the vast field and Forest of the farm with a book in hand, taking in the fresh air.

Archie is fascinated with the ocean deaths. Something new and unexplored is filled with weird creatures, some strong, some weak. He thinks he is the most muscular Bull on the land, which makes sense since he is fascinated with sharks being the ocean's apex predators. Archie is just a bull that loves the water he seems to always know when the sprinklers come on in the fields and sneaks out there just to get a nice refreshing spray. yeah he's the reason your boss has you stand out there sometimes to watch the sprinklers go

You would think Maxie would also like the ocean because of his natural curiosity and since the sea is mostly unexplored, right? Nope he is terrified of it and he hates it so many weird bizarre and unknown creatures and places he likes the land nice and familiar he thinks most biomes in the ocean are just rocks in the sand.

Archie thinks the land is boring since humans had already explored every nook and cranny; meanwhile, the ocean has not been fully explored.

Archie loves to show off his strength by lifting farm equipment, sparing other bulls while your watching, picking you up to help you reach any thing high. He would happily lift anything for you.

Maxie reads books to you. On your breaks, you lay next to him on the soft grass as he reads you a new book you got him.

The Daily Dad — Mar 23, 2024

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The Science Behind Ozempic Was Wrong - The Atlantic ❝ The weight-loss effects of GLP-1 drugs have little to do with the gut.

The reeducation of Tom Sandoval continues on Vanderpump Rules 💭 Is there anyone anywhere who actually wants to see T-Sandy grow into a fully-functional human? His role in this life is Creepy Dick #2 —because as it turns out, he actually wasn’t the #1 guy in the group— and I’m not interested in any other form of him.

19 Common Phrases Invented By TV And Movies 💭 It’s weird to think that there are a significant number of people out there who don’t already know most of this shit.

Is Justin Timberlake the pop star anyone wants? 💭 Dear media: figure out your stance. Either Gen Z is utterly broke and focused on mindlessly grazing on Mom’s Spotify and YouTube accounts, or Gen Z is a thriving economic force whose tastes will determine the success/failure of any entertainer over the age of 35. It can’t be both. Also, I find it hilarious that someone thinks Justin Fucking Timberlake has ever been masculinity’s standard bearer.

MacPad: How I Created the Hybrid Mac-iPad Laptop and Tablet That Apple Won’t Make ❝ It all started because I wanted a better keyboard for my Vision Pro. I had no idea that, in looking for one, I’d accidentally create the hybrid Apple computer of my dreams. As I quickly discovered after working on the Vision Pro daily, you can get by without an external trackpad, but a keyboard is

Dodge debuts the 2024 electric Charger Daytona, with 670 horsepower ❝ A "Fratzonic Chambered Exhaust" makes this EV as loud as a V8 Hellcat.

Megan Fox's Ex, Brian Austin Green, Says 'Love Is Blind' Star Can't Compare 💭 Holy shit, an unimaginable day has arrived: I agree with Brian Austin Green! ‘Cause Chelsea, girl, are you fucking kidding…?

Abortion meds can now be sold in drugstores. Here’s why that’s so important. ❝ Some actually good news about Americans’ abortion access.

'Big Brother' Star Memphis Garrett Files to Divorce Christmas Abbott 💭 I dislike both of them, so this is a big ol’ 🤷‍♂️

Music Is TikTok's Past. Sounds May Be Its Future ❝ More Universal Music songs are disappearing from TikTok as the two companies fail to reach new agreements. Sound clips are ready for their big break.

ArtPrompt: ASCII Art-based Jailbreak Attacks against Aligned LLMs 💭 A research paper demonstrating the use of ASCII art to circumvent the behavioral/topical restrictions placed on ChatGPT and similar LLMs. It’s kinda hilarious, kinda scary, and an important step in showing everyone how little we understand these systems.

This Is Spinal Tap at 40: the note-perfect rock satire still goes up to 11 ❝ Christopher Guest and Rob Reiner made a 1984 classic that ingeniously straddles the ‘fine line between stupid and clever’

Driving at ridiculous speeds should be physically impossible ❝ Reckless speeding is epidemic in the US. This simple technology could save tens of thousands of lives.

A WordPress ‘Firehose’ Allows AI Companies to Buy Access to a Million Posts a Day ❝ There is a complex chain of companies buying access to WordPress and Tumblr posts through a company called SocialGist.

It’s Like Death Stranding, But For Real [Update] ❝ With a sequel to Hideo Kojima’s transport sim in the works, the humble 'bokka' has gone viral again

Who fakes cancer research? Apparently, lots of people. ❝ Faked cancer data is the latest sign of science’s fraud problem.

Bravo has another major Vanderpump break-up on its hands 💭 …and now the #3 guy has to have his headline. (Yes, this means Schwartz is #1. I’m as surprised as you are.) Honestly, Jax and Brittany could both disappear up their own asses and I wouldn’t care. Won’t stop me from watching The Valley, though, because their misery amuses me.

Apple is turning William Gibson’s Neuromancer into a TV series ❝ Apple has announced its latest sci-fi series for Apple TV Plus, an adaptation of William Gibson’s seminal cyberpunk novel Neuromancer.

Dark Forces Remastered makes a classic Star Wars shooter feel fast and fluid ❝ A faithful but generous repackaging of LucasArts' early Doom-alike.

Why Merriam-Webster says it's OK to end a sentence in a preposition | CBC Radio ❝ In a post on Instagram last week, Merriam-Webster has found itself dividing commenters by asserting that it is permissible for a sentence to end in a preposition. Peter Sokolowski from Merriam-Webster weighs in to the debate.

New regulation could stop abusers from stalking via connected cars ❝ FCC chairwoman Jessica Rosenworcel is proposing to expand on the Safe Connections Act to require connect-car makers include protection for survivors of domestic abuse.

Annie Lennox, Wendy and Lisa Working Together on Trio Project ❝ Wendy and Lisa revealed that they are writing new music with Annie Lennox, asking the audience if anyone has a 'band name' for their project.

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Tattle Life: The influencer gossip forum where thousands vilify online creators ❝ Tattle Life users speculate about influencers' lives, spout rumours, make hateful comments about them, and judge their life decisions.

Time to finish of Volume 5. Let's see if we can't get some more crazies on the playing board.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 5, Chapters 5-6 below.

Chapter 5: Death Deal

Everyone's screaming.... Blood is everywhere.... Picking up right where we left off, I see....

Holy fuck, was running over his face with the bike necessary, Legato??? Geez, man.

Creechur Vash is displeased.

CREECHUR VASH IS DISPLEASED!!!

...I'm sorry, but Legato feeling legitimately ill and being moved to tears of sadness that Midvalley would turn a gun on him and "betray Master Knives" is freaking hilarious and I absolutely LOL'ed. Gods, this man is such a mess.

I do feel bad for Midvalley, though. I feel like, in another life, on another world, maybe he could have just played beautiful music.

Dude is just staring and Wolfwood and crying. I'm telling ya, he's SUPER jealous. He wishes Knives trusted him as much as Knives is trusting Wolfwood right now, which is funny 'cause it's Wolfwood.

This look, though.... Find you a man who stares down your enemies the way Wolfwood stares down Legato. Even though he might not actually be able to see very well right now.

Got rid of them...? As in... Vash and Meryl? Vash and... Wolf... wood?? What did Zazie do?

Butterflies?

Ohhhhhhhhhh

Wait, I never *did* figure out why they were trying to get rid of Zazie. Glad Zazie's having fun with bodies, though.

It was because they didn't want Zazie to report back to Legato, huh?

Is... Gauntlet resisting Legato??

YES HE IS!!! GOOD FOR HIM!!!

Meanwhile, Creechur Vash is just waiting for all of this to die down, I guess?

Ohhhhh. Yeah, keeping Crechur Vash contained is gonna be a task for anyone.

Gotta have a good ol' Mexican Standoff.

Ahhh, I know there's so much going on here and it's all bad, but he really is kinda cute like this.

MERYL TO THE RESCUE!!!

Gods, she's screaming, she's crying, she's severely outgunned and/or outmatched by every player on the field.... She may be small, but her power is adequate.

AND SHE AIMS RIGHT FOR LEGATO!!! GET 'IM, GIRL!!!

It's enough for Gauntlet to pull the trigger on his gun....

...aaaand all hell breaks loose.

I like how even though Zazie's new form is more feminine, it's still like, "What is gender? I don't care. My gender is worms."

Legato appears to still be alive. Human skulls are more durable than we give them credit for.

Ohhhh, Stampede referenced this little speech of Legato's.

WTH happened to his face? Like, I know he just got shot, but I'm having trouble figuring out how he went from this...

...to this....

...in the space of a panel.

Ah, that's gotta be Midvalley's corpse. Meryl's right to scream. There's no coming back from seeing that.

I like the little stringy lines implying Legato's power.

Of course that bastard would be like, "Oh, you created a friend? Gotta make sure you pay for that by your friend's hand." He's a very sick fuck.

Creechur Vash is still displeased.

The only one here who hasn't quite seen this yet is Meryl, and she's already freaking out. Even Legato looks terrified. Glad his face is back to normal, though.

Ohhhhh, shit. The Nail is here.

Chapter 6: Let Us Walk The Path To Redemption

Ohhh, Vashie, babygirl....

Legato's little monster-puppet handler can feel pain??

Oop, something going on here is bringing Vash back out of creechur mode.

She has a point. People with a strong enough death wish can cause quite a mess seeking their own destruction.

Nevermind, Vash has turned into a lightning bug with too many wings.

Ohhhh, baby Vash....

I do love the use of white space here, though. This happens a lot when we fall into Vash's memories, and it really emphasizes his loneliness.

That's too many bullets. The image of bullets falling like tears....

Aaaand Legato is ruining the moment with his madness. Gods, this wet cat is gonna punish himself even harder now because of all this, and other people might actually have to watch that.

I like how they have yet to actually show her face.

Goshdarn, someone wrap Vash in a weighted blanket and feed him something nice and give him all the hugs.

YOU CAN DO IT, VASH!!!

Eyyyyy, body horror....

I love that he's focusing on the kindness of those in the past to pull himself through. He has no idea what the future holds... for himself, for mankind, for the companions who, after this, might not want anything to do with him ever again. But he's doing what he can to focus on people's kindness....

And... he's protecting Gauntlet, isn't he? Of course he is. Gauntlet, who's so tired from everything that's happened tonight, he probably wants to die. He was expecting to die. He lost his only friend by his own hand because of Legato. And now the man he came here to kill is protecting him.

OUT OF BULLETS, YA BASTARD!!! (The sound effect here is "ga-chi, ga-chi, ga-chi" over and over again. Def not a gun firing sound.)

Awww, man! Creepy weird guy carrying around Legato has a knife arm.... Whyyyyyy.

Look at his stupid face, though. He's enjoying this.

Ok, that's too many teeth. Please return some to wherever you got them from.

Did... Airship Lady shoot him through the head?

Yeah, she did.

Hahahahaha, the first time we see her fully revealed, and she's just being a baby after falling in the sand.

LOL, Meryl....

You know what? Legato deserves to be talked down to like this. He really, really does.

"Secret Number 13!" But that doesn't add up. Literally. In chapter 5 of the last volume, Wolfwood said they only had three left: Zazie, Midvalley, and Hoppered. They'd only been through six in the previous chapters, and adding Wolfwood to that mix only makes 10. Unless he's counting Legato and Knives, but in the last volume didn't think they wouldn't actually come out to fight??? Or was trying to mislead Vash on their numbers, since he said that one out loud but this one's in his head??? Very confused. Fix your math, Nightow.

Ah, that's... that's a lot of nails....

"You've really been losing it lately." You know it's bad when even the other bad guys are like, "Yyyyyeeeeaaaahhh, sorry about our buddy over here. He's... he's a little crazy. We're just gonna take him home so he doesn't do anything else stupid today. We'll resume tormenting you later."

Mannnn, if Bluesummers could hear Knives say this right now, he'd start crying all over again for a completely different reason...

I'm honestly not sure what happened in this explosion here.

Even Legato's little pet monster-thing is looking not so good. One's spine really should stay inside their body.

Looks like Vash is getting ahold of himself ok over there.

Meryl is soooo brave here. She's terrified to the point of tears, but she grits her teeth and readies herself.

Vash looks spent.

Nothing gets Vash's attention quite like someone in dire need.

Dude. Gauntlet. Why you gotta be like that to Vash!? You know and you're still like, "Eh, I even know it's wrong of me to do so, but I'm smiling about it."

And yet Vash STILL holds his hand so Gauntlet doesn't have to die alone.

Wolfwood and Meryl running to Vash's side now that it's safe. Meryl immediately inquiring after Vash's health. <3 <3 <3

BRB, finding a way to give hugs to a fictional character.

Hahahahaha, Milly. She's sooooo enthusiastic. I love her.

Is that... Zazie in the crutches??

LOL, yeah. But how did Zazie get ahold of a black wig? What a weirdo.

Heh. In spite of everything, here's Vash dragging Wolfwood to a makeshift funeral for the makeshift graves for two people who adamantly tried to kill them.

...No comment. I'm just gonna put this here. Yeah.

LOL, Vash is calling Wolfwood on his bullshit again.

This panel is a good panel. I'm going to put it here, too.

"You break it, you fix it." The path to redemption, indeed. Onward with the manual labor!

Archive

Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10 || Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Volume 1: Covers + 1-2, 2 DT, 3-4, 3 DT, 5-6 || Volume 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Volume 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Volume 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Volume 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 3 DT

5 books and 5 fics

@lumosatnight, I may have tweaked your tag game, but I’m just as curious about people’s fic choices as I am their book choices. (consider yourself tagged for your 5 fic picks)

Books

And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie. It’s a classic for a reason. I read it probably too young and it jump-started my lifelong obsession with both Agatha Christie and isolated closed-circle mysteries.

If Not Winter fragments of Sappho translated by Anne Carson. Listen, I am a renowned sapphist. I am a sapphist in the deep aching longing kind of way, in the fleeting touches kind of way, in the openly watching each other across a crowded room kind of way. Anne Carson understands this vibe in a way no other Sappho translator does.

Her Body and Other Parties by Carmen Maria Machado. I love short stories, but the problem with short story collections is that there’s always one or two bangers and the rest are mid. All of these are bangers. While it’s true that some are slightly less bangery than others, every short story in this collection is incredible, haunting, painfully well-written. Like I just don’t have words for how good it is and I’ve been trying to find the words since the day I started reading it.

Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield. I see people who read this book in like three hours and I am confused and disturbed. This is not a long book, but I don’t know how to talk to anyone who can manage this book in under a month. The current record in my friend group is 29 days, which is frankly impressive. Reading this book is a lot like trying to look at an eldritch being—it is equal parts intoxicating and dismantling; the prose is so painfully beautiful, the grief and frustration so true to life, that you have to put it down after a few pages. And that’s the story of how it took me two months to read a 240 page book.

Story of Your Life by Ted Chiang. Is it cheating to include a short story? Who knows, I’m making the rules. This is my favorite short story of all time, and it is available in a collection with many other decent short stories (big props to Hell is the Absence of God) but none of them come close to this one, so much so that including the collection to rec this story feels disingenuous. There is something so special about a piece of art being created perfectly in the perfect medium. Would The Lament for Icarus slap so hard if it wasn’t a painting, but a novel? Could Artemisia Gentileschi have captured Judith fucking wrecking Holofernes in a gif? Both would be beautiful and poignant still, but it wouldn’t be the same. Story of Your Life needs the short story medium to do what it does best. Arrival was a good movie, but it lacked so much of the nuance found in the source material. (For further reading, please see the stage play The Last Five Years)

Fics

Spindle, Spire by @summerlightning. I don’t know why this is such a hard sell, maybe it’s the fandom or the fact it’s only available on tumblr, but of all the fics I rec this is the one the fewest people check out. Listen to the words coming out of my mouth: this. is. the. best. fic. i. have. ever. read. I would never fuck with you on this. You don’t need to know anything about the fandom or characters, leave this list, go read it (and then hmu so we can scream about it). I reread this fic at least twice a year. The aesthetic alone is enough to send me to an untimely demise. It is gritty, it is fucking gross, it is undeniably beautiful, it is a masterclass in writing with a strong narrative voice. There are pieces of this that haunt me to this day (“There’s another breakroom but it’s a scummy pond, mostly, and the cabinets fell off the walls long ago and rest in the water now like bloated wooden alligators with rusty hinges for teeth.”) shut up don’t fucking talk to me.

Watchers by a whole mess of incredible people. The Buffy spin off that was at times better than Buffy itself. And holy shit I go to this site all the time to read old episodes or feel nostalgic and shit and when I went to grab the link for this post I saw they’re planning new content. Fucking catch me screaming lads. Will be monitoring this sitchiation closely.

Ballads by @lipzlipzlipz. If we’ve spoken for more than forty-five seconds I’ve already reced this series to you(and I’ve also already told you to read it in post order not chronological order). Here I am recing it again and until my dying breath. Sometimes people make indulgent mistakes and then continue to make the same indulgent mistakes as they destroy themselves and all of their loved ones for one more chance to make that mistake all over again. Is it busted and bloody heartbreak? It is. Is it also the realest tragedy I’ve ever seen? It sure fuckin is babes.

Personal Jesus by @perfectly--random. This is the best fic I read last year, period, end of fucking sentence. It is a fic I think where it’s better to go into blind, so I’m not going to say anymore, but please someone come talk to me about this I’m dying.

Of Blood & Carnations by @rice-and-beans. This is the best fic I’ve read this year, period, end of fucking sentence. I’ve read a lot of excellent fics this year but I cannot imagine a world in which 2024 comes and this isn’t still the best fic I read this year. It’s so good that I can’t breathe when I think about it. It’s giving you Prometheus Bound and that’s all I’ll say about it because it’s another fic you should go into blind but take off the blindfold and peep the tags fist babes because she’s a doozy and you shouldn’t be unprepared. All that to say, beans cannot miss, hit up that author page and read them all, every one is a banger. This is the juice. This is the mineral the girlies crave.

Now. I limited my fics to completed works but if I hadn’t I’d have been struggling to fit in Danse Avec la Vie and Of Gods, Kings, and Men both by @sosh022, who I know can, in fact, finish a fic (contrary to popular opinion) and I can’t wait to one day have a headache fitting both of them into a list not unlike this one.

As per tag game rules I am required by law to offer up sacrifices to the altar so please tell your mothers not to draw me a bath only to stab me in the neck (I had a war to win). @sosh022 @lipzlipzlipz @perfectly--random @flyingpoptart @rachelc978 @drabsyo @terra-wisp actually you know what anyone. If you see this on your dash, consider yourself tagged m8 😤

ok you said you want people to share history stuff with you, and i was researching for a fic and found a bunch of information that i won’t end up using, so here it is:

there was a flood in johnstown pennsylvania in 1889, because the dam broke after a lot of rain. thousands of people died and there was like 500 million dollars (in todays money) in damages. the aftermath of the flood was one of the first times the red cross was really utilized after it’s creation. also liability laws were changed because of this flood :) and there’s a tourist attraction for it that you can visit.

the more you know.

I did a little research because somehow I had never heard of this before?? I’m absolutely fascinated thank you so much for sharing this.

Okay so the dam was owned by a VERY elite fishing/hunting club. Andrew Carnegie, Henry Clay Frick, and a few other big-name steel/railroad barons were members of the club, and having as much money as they did, they basically owned it and made all of the decisions. When they bought the dam, they “modified it to their recreational interests,” which means they lowered it by three feet so they could fish, which was later determined to be the cause of the failure in 1889.

The flood was “as wide as the Mississippi River and three times more powerful than Niagara Falls” which is absolutely insane to me. Also, according to this article it was nearly $4.5 BILLION in damages in todays money. Holy fuck.

This is dark, so just a warning for flood-related death: “bodies were found as far away as Cincinnati, Ohio—more than 400 miles away.” UM??!!!? 400 MILES IS A SEVEN HOUR DRIVE.

Clara Barton herself (founder and president of the Red Cross) stayed in Johnstown for five months and when she left, the people gave her “a gold pin and a locket, set in diamonds and amethysts, as a farewell present,” which is just a very sweet detail that I liked.

There’s lots of photography from the flood, and I encourage people to look it up, it’s breathtaking. The destruction is literally unfathomable. This image stood out to me though.

The rail car, tilted off the mangled tracks, with the debris of the town behind it, is a really beautiful representation of the event, knowing that it was caused by careless, leisure-seeking railroad barons (who were not held legally responsible for this flood at all. Like you said, liability laws were shit and this case was very instrumental in fixing that).

What’s even more interesting is that the flood happened in the middle of a really nasty labor war in the American Northeast in which the working class realized that the upper class did not value workers’/the working class’ wellbeing at all. I can imagine news of the flood would serve to fuel that growing anger, which led to numerous successful workers rights movements in the 1890s-1910s.

Anyways thank you so much Mary. I can’t believe I didn’t know about this, I feel like it’s an important piece of the American historical narrative.

(here are my sources, please if anyone knows more about this or if I got anything wrong, lmk)

Her Fea sings to another, and yet she cannot sense it. A light on the periphery of her power, and thus she rested. Cuinn, the Dunedain called her, the "One Who Gives Council" in a rough form of Westron. Her amber lacquered armor shined in the new day as she walked the gates of Rivendell. The sword astride her hip newly sharpened as she prepared to join the Host of the King. As the thunder of orc feet came rushing she raised her shield and braced herself.

"Aure entuluva!" the rough erupted from the people of Lindon. "To the Light of Elbereth! In the Elder King's name!"

As the orc bodies crashed against her singing shield as the wave against the bullwark she smiled. Finally, after long years of dread, she would have her revenge. === Holy shit this is happening. LOTR - Rings of Power Ep1 "A Shadow Of The Past" opens with a dark screen. A group of elves play in the fields of the Far West, and thus we see young Galadriel. This has to be Aman this is before the reappearance of Melkor in the East. The beauty of the line of Finwe is strong in the Nis as we watch. And yes, I will be using FUCKING QUENYA and SINDARIN in this. Shit, they actually created Aman, the Westlands of Beauty and where the Elder King, Manwe sits far above all.  Another Bonde elf, holy shit I think its....Finrod.  A short haired ef is weird, Noldor usually are depicted with long hair. I wonder if this was to avoid the iffy wigs we see in HoD. Watching Finrod, one of the brightest sons of Finfarin. And holy shit....its - they actually made it. The city of the Noldor and the two trees. They are sowing the Noldor and Beleriand. The fights of the Noldor and the Sindar. Dragons fighting eagles...dammit its the Battle of a Thousand Tears! I see now why they spent so long in this.  preview is amazing. The tall pile of elven helms and the rise of Sauron as the dread Captain of the Dark Lord. Hmm we are suddenly in the far north, and the Elves still hunt for the Vampire and Shapechanger. This particular scene near the frozen wall of ice and a waterfall nearby is beautiful. The company is weakened and they question the Captain, you can see how they never saw the fall of the trees. No, evil persists even in the light as it can hide in Shadow. I like how they dpeict evil as cold and even being powerful enough to quench the living flame of a torth. Leaving only its bare light. This show is so damn pretty, yes, its dark in the beginning but compared to the end of GoT it has colors. WE know that there is something of the Shasow in that fortress as we had a shot of something moving not of the company of Galadriel. There are Yrch in this place. Even worse of Frost Troll. Damn it looks epic. Watching Galadriel take out the troll was...so fucking epic.  And, her entire company turns on her. The fools. Okay nice opening. We are suddenly now in Rhovanion, a pair of hunters travel home with great elk wracks upon their backs. WE hear of the stories of Harfoots of how dangerous are proto-Hobbits are. ANd, yup it's a fucking hobbit in a hole. An entire field of Harfoots! I like how they went with them being a hidden people and ehtier entire town and camp hiding in plain sight. It makes the smials that develop in the shire all the more awesome later on! And we get to meet one of our major Harfoots, Nori. Heh, this is adorable with the various littles. They appear to be playing in some sort of ruin where there are berries abound to gather and eat. They find a footprint - wargs. Wild wargs. There have to be orcs nearby for a pack this big. WE switch to Rivendell who appears to be keeping a record of sort. They bar him from the Elven council of Lindon (he is half-elf, Peredhel), and Galadrial has returned from Forodwaith. She's basically his great - great aunt if you  need the basics. THe harfoots return with Nori being confronted by her mother and speaks to her mother. IT's good to see how the hobbits in this period of Arda act. I predict the Warg pack will attack revealing orcs sending shit out into the world. In Lindon Gil-galad is holding a ceremony to celebrate the fall of the Enemy. This is where you can see that the Elves are still foolish in this age. They still think they are powerful, but their fall is coming. The High-King speaks of sending the survivors of the company and Galadriel back home across to Aman. Fools, they are complacent in the face of the Enemy's return. The graves of the elves cared into living trees is...reflective. It makes sense, and honest, I feel like that this scene with Galadriel is a foreshadowing of her time in Lothlorien. "Evil does not sleep - it waits." This is probably one of the best lines of this show so far. I love this scene between Nephew and Aunt, and family tied by long years of hardship. Now, we travel away from Lindon east here in the southlands the men work the fields. These are Northmen, people who didn't fight in the War of Wrath and thus were not of the Edain. Here a group of men fight with Arondir, who I'm guessing is some sort of far ranging patrolmen. Arondir's friend decides to pester him and as the call to remove the garrisons comes. WE will see the fall of the land which will become known as Mordor. Arondir returns to the woman and we see the cow is exuding black milk. Bronwyn joins Arondir and Bronwyns son pulls out a morgul blade. A FUCKING BLADE CAST OF the evils of Morgoth. Fool. The kid is now infected with the power of the new Dark Lord. Switching back to Lindon we get Celebrimbor takin on Elrond as his apprentice to work on a "New Project". WE see that the Harfoot ssee a strange set of stars in the night. Arondir and Bronwyn get into an argument about what could be happening in Horndern, and yeah well that town no longer exists. Its burned to the ground. In our ending we see the ship about to enter the Blessed West as everyone watches a great red falling meteor strike the ground. WE even see a group of Ents. As the company passes into Aman Galadriel jumps from the ship and awaits in the water. Which makes me wonder how she plans on getting back to dry land. I mean... And in Lindon the tree above the High King stars to die with a horrendous black blight filled with the lore of the Dark Lord. The fool, the Shadow has returned. And a man sits in the middle of the fire which makes me wonder who the hell he is. This might be an Istari, a fucking Wizard. LETS DO Episode 2 now! "Adrift" and now we get to see the opening. Oh, I like how its particles of stone forming various designs and symbols. At the impact site Nori is found out by Poppy and we see something strange. A tall mostly nude man (he had a loin cloth thingy) with a large white beard. This has to be a fucking wizard! Yup shit gets all floaty then the fire goes out.  When he blacks out again the fire reignites. Yup this has to be a fucking Maia coming down from Valinor. Poppy and Nori use their sneak skills to bring the gain bearded man out of the creator. "That's a tomorrow problem." Yup, this is a fucking quest opener. Except the Wizard came flying out of the sky. This guy is either Saruman or maybe Gandalf. I mean he's obviously a wizard, hell he was recused by fucking Halflings! Qw xomw to Hordern where Arondir and Bronwyn are pulling apart the remains of the entire town. Down a hole they find a massive set of tunnels. This has work bullshit all over it. Switching to Eregion it's nice to see an entire Elf city in the open. Celebrimbor and Elrond fawn and discuss the hammer of Feanor. The greatest smith to ever live and we can see that Celebrimbor is unsure of his craft and lore. Seems we have an idea to make the rings and a magnificent forge is a nice start. Oh and damn I love the show of Khazadum! Holy shit its the gate from I think its the gate that opens for "Friend". And the Dwarves speak like their Scottish. Goddamit. Heh, he speaks fucking Khudzul! I like all the Dwarves in their armor, it feels nice to see how it mirrors the hard gaze of Durin or their people. Khazadum is glorious! This is what I've wanted from a Warven kingdom and city for years! Yup, this show wins so much fantasy points for these images. Especially the tiered farms grown in the light of openings above. Heh, it's great to hear the Dwarves speaking Khuzdul. Inad durinul! Heh, this is amazing. I adore how all the Dwarves have Longbeards as they should! I like how they have a literal rockbashing ceremony. This entire group feels like a bunch of drunk fratboys. Perfect! Back to Nori, okay she ventures to check on the Strange, of course, he's gone. Apparently doddering about trying to figure himself out. Wait no, he's drawing something. His literal word causes what appears to be a magical reaction, yup this is an Istari - a wizard. Nori speaks to him and he appears to be learning from her words and sussing out the world. Nori and the man seem to be trying to communicate. Nori's father's foot gets broken and we see an issue with the Harfoots migration. And...Galadriel is swimming across the ocean like a woman possess. This is Nolda of high power and lore. If anyone besides fucking Laurendil could could swim that far. And we see a ship on the back of a giant fucking sea dragon. Holy shit, yup we are upping the monster scenes in this show as the think is massive and proceeds to attack the ship remains. After the ship tosses her back out into the water our girl seems to figure something out or appears ready to just accept the embrace of Ulmo. Whoever the weird man is that remains of the ship crew he seems a little bit creepy. Back in Khazadum, Durin gives his former friend an earful. IT makes a point, Elves and those elf-like Peredhel experience time differently than the other peoples. Durin sets a limit and suddenly out comes Disa, and I love how they did her hair. ANd out come the kids playing with giant dwarven face helms. Gods they are so damn adorable. Damn, I love Dias she has such damn good sense of being a Dwarf. I gods, this entire fucking thing. Durin and his wife are so in love and are just happy. It's good that we get this. Heh, hear a swear to Aule was good. Damn, this show hits all the nice little lore spots with me. Harbrand and Galadriel get off to a fairly bad level of relationship. He speaks of Orcs destroying his homeland which makes me think maybe he's a man from the Southlands. One of those fools who live near Tirharad. Makes me wonder if those fools were from a place farther east than Hordern. The people keep mentioning a king which makes me wonder who this King is. He's obviously not linked to the ORcs. or Harband would have said something about them. This level of horror is upped as we seen an Orc watching beneath Bronwyn's home. And Arondir seeing them creeping in the tunnels beneath Hordern. Even the rats appear to be fleeing from what is coming. This entire scene was so damn claustrophobic. When he's grabbed he's just gone. Bron returns to her home to see Theo hiding from the ORc he saw. It comes scraping out of the  hole. Massive clawed hands and its sickly greasy body making it appear as a mix of fucking flayed skin and some strange weird leatherface look. Theo stabs the thing which gets him in the arm as it fights like a bloody gollum on steroids.It takes a stab full through the body and a blade in the neck and it goes down hard. Said Orc head makes proof of problems and so they leave the town hopefully. Galadriel and Harband in meanwhile fight the storm. She is dragged overboard and Hardy boy decides to stop being a shit and saves our girl. Nicely done! Nice to see the racism between the Southers and the Elves getting to be a bit less shitty. Nori and her friend return to see the strange. Who seems a bit more lucid now than before. He appears to use the fire flies in their lanterns for something that changes to a pair of stars. We see all of the fireflies die after he does his craft. Which makes me wonder about a lot of things. It appears that our Dwarven friends have a Simaril perhaps we see something as King Durin speaks to the prince. And Theo does some weird shit with the sword which appears to be remaking itself with the touch of his blood. We watch all of the town of Tirharad flee for the watchtower. Both Galadriel and Harband drift and find themselves waking up in the sun. Above them stands a man on a ship, my guess is he's a Numenorean. Gay Thoughts Okay, wow this was hard. But seriously, Celebrimbor and Elrond are an interest pair one could use. Honestly, with Galadriel it wouldn't be hard to have her marry Celebrian and have someone else. But gods I'm too focused on OCs for this idea! Hottakes

Holy shit this series is pretty.

Like how fucking pretty is this shit!

That intro was almost right up there with the ones from the OG trilogy. Hobbit one still beats it out.

I like how they are really setting up this build up to the rings. And the return to Sauron as well.

Costuming is a little drab, but I do like the armor I'm seeing.

Ho-shit that Frost troll was awesome.

Both Lindon and Eregion are very pretty and so is Khazadum.

We need more DWARVISH! Moar Khuzdul!

Hmmmmm Disa was a bloody treasure.

Prince Durin is a good kid.

Khazâd can fucking party!

Can we get some woodelves please?! All we are seeing are hoity-toity fucking. Silvan and bloody Noldor. Some Nandorim would be niiice!

Strange is likely some kind of maia spirit.

Lifeblood prologue & chapter 1

Today's review might be difficult for some; reader discretion is advised

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Chapter 0

He knows what’s at stake, and he won’t let us down. He never has before. 

Might Equals Right! 

General Rosalind Oriana

Prologue summary: The book begins with Levi being angry that he doesn’t know what’s going on about Ten’s condition after she had her firstdeath. He’s updated by a new character named Meredith who says she doesn’t know, because she’s been… you know. Fighting a goddamned war. She also tells Levi that Archer died. This goes on without any actual point across 4 different emails. 

Then, we have someone named Sir Zhi Chen complaining that he also doesn’t know what’s going on in an email to someone named General Rosalind Oriana. Since I don’t know who any of these people are, my fucks given about why they care so much about Ten are fairly low. However, Rosalind seems certain that Killian is still trying to have Ten “win the war in our favour”. 

Chapter 1

My gaze finds Killian’s, and my heart thuds. His eyes are gorgeous, soulful gold with flecks of electric blue. In one, there are five flecks. In the other, three. 

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Shadows cling to him, but they fail to detract from his otherworldly beauty. Ebony silk hangs over a strong forehead and swoops to one side, creating a roguish frame for equally roguish features. His eyebrows are thick and black, his skin bronzed and poreless, as if his flesh has been painted on. His nose is blade-sharp and leads to a mouth so lush, it could be classified as feminine. His triangular jaw is dusted with sexy stubble.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT, WE GET IT. HE’S HOT. CAN WE FUCKING FOCUS ON THE GODDAMNED WAR THAT’S GOING ON AROUND YOU, BECAUSE OF YOU?!

“If I fight for you, I help my realm lose the war. If I fight against you, I lose you. There’s no middle ground. Not with us. Like you, I have to choose.”

Chapter 1 summary: For the first two pages of this chapter, we have Ten’s incoherent ramblings. She’s dead, and I get that joining the afterlife can be quite jarring. However, that doesn’t mean that you must start your book with… whatever the fuck any of that was. 

We then learn that Ten is still lying in her now-dead body, while the war continues to rage on around her. She knows that Killian is still alive and well, but then realises that he’s in grave danger because she chose the opposite side as him. Throughout all of this, we’re getting a slow recap of what happened at the end of the previous book. I think that I would be less annoyed over the entire thing if it wasn’t taking so goddamned long to do it. 

Deacon finally comes and pulls Ten’s spirit out from her dead body. She looks around and sees all of this stuff that was invisible to her when she was alive. And then we pause literally all and any plot so that the author can beat us around the head with how hot Killian is, no really. Killian murders somebody on his own side, but barely any thought is given to that in favour of waxing poetically about his ebony hair. JFC why. 

Eventually, there’s this weird stabbing sensation, and Ten thinks that she’s being murdered all over again. Killian explains to her that it’s her spirit being “hooked”, which is something that every spirit, no matter the side, must endure. Spirit-tattoos appear on her hands, which Killian explains are a sign of her devotion. 

He finally steps away from her, which makes Ten go towards him. Only to realise that they cannot touch each other, thanks to them having chosen opposite sides of this war; their bodies are literally rejecting each other. Killian has to spell out for her that no matter what they choose from here on out, they’re both going to be miserable and unhappy. 

HELLO. ima, this is gonna b a post about like. how i experience gender, or ig lack there of (LOL) and other shtuff. other items and things about ME. yahoo! yippee!!!!! if this is unreadable sorry its mostly for me. teehee

anyways. to start off rq hellooo i am ezekiel (aka zeke :] ) and im agender n a lesbian (?) (this is questionable for now, as im feelin less and less at home with this label in a way.)

to be Real, personally, and for myself, i hate the idea of gender. not a fan! ik its important to other folks n i get it but for me i just. i dont know. nothing feels correct or what can be used to describe. nonbinary, female, male, etc just dont. work. i dont see myself in that. i see myself as a mass of flesh n bone n blood who lives and creates n thats about it. sometimes even that view is hard to realize and be at home with.

also my ideal body is the ken doll. nothing 👍 that dude has Nothing n i WISH that was me

im not sure if this is because of growing up the way i did, bein neurodivergent, the internet or whatever else but thats how things went so now im here with a weird outlook on myself or what have you. simply, i just done feel real a lot. like i Know im real, factually, i know that i live, that other people percieve me and interact with me n like, i have emotions i have memories i have things its just. sometimes it just feels empty. like watchin a video game of whats supposed to be your life. things r just kind of set out for you and ur doin tasks or whatever. its funny when i like, realize "holy moly this is real! im real!" n like. im just sittin there driving or whatever. i HEART driving btw. good stuff. there was a hot second in time where i didnt like lookin in the mirror cause i felt like the person staring back was Not Me. uncomfortable fr fr! shout out to that dream i had where me and myself (2 of me) where in like, the bathtub and we fought. like i fought myself and like. tried to drown myself but like in beautiful dream magic it didnt hurt it didnt feel like anything it was just Happening. i think about this dream a lot.

i think there is One Cool Plus about bein weird n kind of disconnected from urself n that is: i LOVE playing dress up. i love wearing cool n epic clothes. like yes ough. body... i wish it was something else but also, these clothes i have look good on it. its a good body, it has some problems that surgeries can help later down the line but not perfect but yea. i like feeling pretty or handsome or whatever in clothes. i think fashion is epic. i think the same about makeup. i enjoy just treatin myself like a paperdoll and just looking Cool. same goes for tattoos. ive gotten 4 of them n i love them, and i have plans for more. its just. i think despite it all, customizing ur character model is like. the coolest shit ever. it helps i think too, in a way of like "dude... i Am cool" or whatever. idk. explosion.jpg on my MIND

I don't usually reblog art on tumblr (to this page I mean, usually it goes on my main blog cause there's more followers there) but I fucking love art. I fucking love fucking comic artists with their awesome fucking comics with fucking scribbly faces that somehow perfectly encapsulate human emotion. I love traditional artists with their watercolor and crayons and oil pastels and fucking idk acrilic paint and charcoal and pencils and shit. I love seeing timelapses and expressive gestures below finished products. I love seeing it. I fucking love art thats non traditional like throwing rice or assembling Rubik's cubes. I LOVE IT ITS FUCKING GREAT. The skill and creativity. I fucking love it. I love seeing fairies and other magical creatures and scifi settings. I love seeing them so much and i would say fantasy and magic in any setting is beautiful and bassass dddd cause I love faries and shit but honestly all settings great. I fucking love it all. I WANNA SEE FUCKING INKY PAINTED CHARCOLS. fucking helle. i love the goddamn fanart of television shows and other media wirh worse art. i swear to fucking god. some of you artists dont get enough love. even """ammatures""" fuck that. youre all fcuking great. i am more of a writer than a visual artists (((not proof here but trust me when im actually writing i am fucking good at it. fuck you dad. i am good at fucking writing. See, the fucking idiot said. If I just put in active effort to write, and use the baskspace button, the writing becomes better. It is one of my few skills, therefore I feel like I can acknowledge I am good at it. Personally, like I alluded to earlier, I enjoy fantasy. I have spent years escaping into fantasy stories. Sometimes I fail to finish them, due to adhd and depression, but what I do create actually is fucking good. When I was younger, I wrote on Wattpad, and like the pretentious little shit I was, I would leave comments on all the stories I read correcting grammar. I have spent so long studying story structure (admittedly informally) and used to read a lot which, I'm trying to do more again soon. however for the purposes of this textpost, its too much effort especially in this context))) anyways fucking hell one time this person (who sounded kinda young tbh in text) messaged me on wattpad and asked for permission to make FAN ART OF THE MAIN CHARACTER OF MY STORY I WAS WORKING AT THE TIME and i was like HOLY SHIT THEY WANNA MAKE FANART OF MY CHARACTER and they did and were embarassed about it SOMEHOW and it was so good this drawing (looked great)

found it you can read the story here anyways yeah fucking artist. fucking love yoou guys hell yeah. did i mention watercolors? landscape artists? comics? comic writers who use their art as a way to communicate serious things? with non bland fucking corporate art bullshit. thank you for explaining complex issues to me in an easier way. thank you for helping translate news stories and recent issues with colorful doodles and comics to help me understand. thank you for making me more interested in graphs and statistics. thank you for making one facet of numbers that are more acceptable to me. thank you for the above average more competent graphic design. thank you so much. i love you fucking porn artists. i fucking love you furties and trans people drawing ideal selves to show EVERYONE IS AN IDEAL BODY YO SOMEONE BECAYSE EVERYONE SEES DIFFERENT AND YOURELLL FUCKING GREAT and all the beads and candy art and custom sculptures that are useeful or mayve not and doodle sn scrivles and crazy experiments. and fucking dumbass youtubers who spent $$$$ making the most creative but also stupid and useless shit you have ever seen in your goddamn life because who even thinks of theses things ans went through and did it because why the fuck not. you are infuriating but entertain my world compared to the commentators who will make their own little sketches and lectures in their own videos. fucking fucking shit. all og it. whenever i see someone go "idk if i can make animation itll look silly* WHO FUCKING CARES BRING ON THE SILLY AND LET IT SLOWLY AND SATISFYINGLY EVOLVE INTO MORE COMPLEX AND DETAILED ANIMATION FOR THR WORLD HELL YEAH I LOVE THE EVOLUTION FROM SILLY BOUNCE TO MUSIC TO COMPLEX SHORT STORIES AND SHIT YOUR GODDAMN CHARACTER ARC IS NECESSARY FOR ENTERAINMENT JUST FUCKING DO IT BECAYSE ALL PARTS ARE EQUALLY ENTERTAINING IN DIFFERENT WAYS come on just fucking draw. fellow yarn people. i know you. look at me i am you. i am an amature but fuck it ill try to keep up. fucking love you crochet and knitters and sewers making plushies and custom clothing and shit yes fuck yeah. KEEP THAT SHIT UP i just make giant enormous pride flag knitted blankets (cant make money doing that cause no one is dropping $200 for that - which would be underpaying me probably) i have seen the most intricate and detailed fucking crochet lingerie and other outfits and they are so fucking cool all of it i love it fuck yeah. i probably forgot something but for some reason i cannot feel my fingers because there is no bloodflow and they are frozen because i have undiagnosed and untreated circulatory problems

I posted 13,049 times in 2022

That's 6,382 more posts than 2021!

95 posts created (1%)

12,954 posts reblogged (99%)

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@teophan

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I tagged 1,525 of my posts in 2022

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#this blog? sipping a horrible mix of baja blast and mikes hard lemonade while listening to bela lugosi's dead and making shit jokes at each

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

moonlight sonata's 3rd movement is the fucking piece EVER. the urgency... the drama... the abject beauty in the stark contrast it plays to the melancholy of the 1st movement... to the cheery disposition of its 2nd movement... it hits the ground running, speeding off toward a nameless something... and it does so with impassioned gusto

its such a showstopper piece im gonna foam at the mouth holy FUCK

48 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

#4

morbius, dorbius, orbius, go eat some worbruses, orbifices porrbidges, morbius morbius, going to the morbuffet and worbruses confidence, corbiusseses, worbcestershire sauce, go into your morbifices, red blood, blue blood, morbius worbruses, seashells by the seashorbius

morbius drinking a blue blood bag in a death basket! auwgh

59 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

#3

weird fish makes the chemicals in my brain go brrrrrrrrr

130 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

#2

nubert?!? :D

MY MAN

edit: g. guys i understand ur love for nubert but this same art is posted on my art blog sjslsjwldjslshd

nubert be with ye tho 😌💕

359 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

what i hate most about fatphobic society is how fat people as a whole are so neutered by fatphobic institutions and depersonalized to the point of being subhuman. to the point where we get almost... denied from gender.

fat people are not permitted to exist in the same way as thin people do. fat people are expected to overperform their gender to have even a chance at being perceived as that gender in a way that is not outright ridiculed. and if we do not, if we dare be gender nonconforming, or not be overly cautious in how we present ourselves at every moment of every day, or dare to even enjoy our bodies as they are with no intent to change it to please others we are EXEMPT from gender.

fat women will never get to be women. they will always be fat women. and same with men. and same with every gender beyond the binary.we are instead treated as... monsters. horrifying melted flesh beings in the facades of men and women and nonbinary persons. as if we are but a mere mockery of what we "intend" to mimic.

i grow... increasingly tired of it. day in and day out, i ache to be acknowledged as myself, a human being. i can pretend to love basking in the comfort of sharp fangs and claws and terrifying others with my very existence but it is an exceedingly thin comfort at best when compared to the warmth of being so readily accepted and tended to for being born "correctly."

i want to be a nonbinary person that is allowed to be beautiful in pajamas and messy bedhead hair and all sweaty after a run like the thin folks do. i want to not obsessively check every reflective surface i can to make sure i look presentable while fat because if i don't, i'm just a fucking joke waiting to happen. i want to never again feel like i have to preen my damndest for scraps of recognition.

i want to exist freely.

371 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

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"My Entire World"

Five Hargreeves x fem! Reader

Warnings: extreme fluff, abuse, cursing cuz it's Five

Requested by: @leticiahargreeves

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Five couldn't believe what he had seen. The bodies of his family, the siblings he loved, all dead - it was too overwhelming.

He passed out.

Luckily, not everyone had died.

And that's where you came in.

Spotting Five and noticing that he still had a pulse, you pulled his body off the streets and into a building that hadn't collapsed amongst the chaos.

Now here he was, groggy and his back ached as he slowly woke up to the smell that made his stomach growl before he could even register his surroundings.

Food.

"You're awake! Oh thank God, I was scared I brought in a dead person," He looked over to see you sitting on a dusty couch across from him.

"I'm (Y/N)," You stuck out your hand.

Five stared at you, wondering how the fuck you were smiling.

"I thought everyone died. How the fuck are you this happy?" He groaned.

"Well, my family hated me, and I just so happened to be the basement when all this occurred."

"No one can hate their family that-" You couldn't risk not having an ally, and you felt him pushing away so you pulled up your shirt to show all the cigarette burns, cuts, scars that had scars.

"If anyone deserved to have a building topple on them, it was those assholes."

And that was the start to a beautiful yet somewhat concerning friendship. You found out that Five was one of the seven pretty quickly, and his genius worked well with your quick wit and efficiency. It was a great partnership between friends.

Yet over the course of a few months, Five admired you. He learned your routine, how you would linger on things that reminded you of the only person who cared about you which was your grandmother, and that you loved the moon, even with its pieces missing.

But despite being the genius he is, he concluded that even though you two were literally the last people on Earth, you didn't want him. That you might want to preserve humanity, but he wouldn't ever want to do anything if it meant you didn't love him like that.

Which is why he spent fifteen years with a mannequin before he realized how crazy he looked, and kissed you.

And you kissed him back.

Five would kill for you, whether you asked or not.

Which is why he said yes to the Handler.

You had to kill, it was part of the deal, but any chance he took, he would happily take your kills. You insisted that as his wife, you were his equal, and he shouldn't have to go through so much for you.

Did he listen? No.

But you loved him anyway. Yes, you made sure to poke fun at him for spending so long with a mannequin, and he made sure to always remind you that you were jealous of a mannequin.

"Five? Are you sure this is going to work?" You asked him, staring at the portal being created before you.

"Never doubt my equations, my dear!" Five shouted over the gunshots and screaming in the background

"I love you," You kissed him, in fear that he may have been wrong and that you'd be separated.

"I know."

"Dick," You chuckled before pushing yourself through, completely unaware of how body reverse aging.

You were unprepared for the landing and hit the ground with a thud, your head colliding with the concrete and dots immediately crowded your vision.

"Shit! (Y/N)!"

"F-Five. . ."

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"So. . .you're his wife?"

"Yup! Together for thirty years," You kissed his cheek as he finished making his sandwich.

"Holy shit," Allison whispered.

"How'd you meet?" Klaus asked.

"Why are you with him? Did he kill your parents?" Diego questioned.

"Even if he did, I'd thank him for it. And we met at. . .Griddys!" You quickly thought, not wanting to drop a sudden apocalypse on them.

"Wow, that place. I haven't been there in so long," Vanya reminisced.

"Her parents had just died," Five mused.

"Oh my god," Luther gasped.

"Five unknowingly saved me that day. I felt so alone in the world, like everything was just begging for me to die too. . .and he brightened up my life. He's my own shining moon," You stared at your husband, admiring his handsome face.

"Although I think the sun is pretentious, she's my very own sun. Every ray shining just for me," Five stared back at you.

Thirty years together, and yet you both looked so young. His siblings stared in amazement at how Five had managed to snatch you up, and how you both looked so in love. It was like watching an old couple who had loved eachother since the very moment they locked eyes.

True love.

"Any kids?" Allison asked.

"Fuck no."

HOPE YOU'VE ENJOYED!! I love Five sm, he's my favorite character.

pleasure

summary — he's been tense for so long, on alert, waiting for something to happen. you didn't like the way he held himself, so you decided to help your daddy relax.

pairing — beefy!bucky barnes x reader

warnings — smut, +18, civil war era, post tws, face fucking, oral sex (m receiving), daddy kink (not ddlg), dirty talk, degradation

a/n — i saw that gif set and,,,,, wanted to scream about it this way hope y'all like it! forgive me if i have any typos, i wrote this on my phone. (i don't own the gif)

Bucky had been waiting for the other shoe to drop for a while now, and even though he had you to distract him, he just couldn't let that feeling go.

Knowing him all too well, you were aware of his rigid posture throughout the day. You saw his eyes dart around all the time; looking for something that wasn't there, or listening to people in the building going about on their days with his enhanced hearing.

You wanted to help him relax, to see him blissed and maybe not thinking anything but you.

"Bucky," you started, drawing his attention from the window to you. You heard him humming, a sound that confirms he listened to you, but that was not what you want. Not exactly.

"Daddy," you whimpered just a little. His steel blue cold eyes snapped at you. Surpassing a smile that wants to take over your face at his reaction, you wiggled on your place all satisfied. "Wanna play, can we?"

Bucky cursed under his breath. He couldn't say no to you when you were being so soft and submissive for him, wiggling on your place with the extra energy or the urge to satisfy him. The gears in his mind turned quickly: He didn't want to let his guard down, but he wanted to play with you.

"Please?" You pouted just a tad, to tip him over the edge of hesitating. Bucky frowned.

"Tell me," he murmured from his place by the window. "Tell me how you wanna play, honey baby." You felt your cheeks heating up at the pet name, you bit your lip. Then, you stood up from the small bed —you were living in a studio apartment— and made your way towards him. You preened under his dark look, watching your every move. You took a deep breath when you stood right in front of him and—

You dropped to your knees, eye-level with his crotch, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out.

"Oh, fuck," Bucky whispered harshly, not expecting this at all. "You wanna get your throat fucked, little one?" He asked, his metal thumb was tracing the line of your bottom lip slowly. You nodded. Never breaking the eye contact, you closed your lips around his metal digit and sucked on it.

"Shit, shit—" Bucky groaned lowly. His beautiful blue eyes were now black, his face was shadowed with the darkness of his arousal. He pushed his thumb deeper into your mouth, pressing it on your tongue, he made you drool.

"Yeah?" He tutted when you moaned around it. "You want my cock? My thumb isn't enough for your slutty mouth?" You moaned again and shook your head. Bucky chuckled darkly and caused a shiver to roll down your spine. He pulled his thumb back just a little, only to press it back with three more fingers.

You whined loudly as his fingers fucked your throat, making the drool wet your chin and even slide down your neck.

"God, fuck, dolly," he grunted. "Lookit you, so messy." Moaning quietly to himself, Bucky pulled his fingers out . His flesh hand unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his zipper down, his cock bobbed free. You whimpered at the sight of him; his cock hard as a rock, all angry red but a little purple at the top, fat and huge.

Only for you.

"Ask for it," he ordered. You whimpered again, but obeyed quickly.

"Please, Daddy," you begged. "I want you to fuck my throat. Can you, please?" Bucky growled.

"Open," he said, gruffly, and tapped your mouth with his cock. You did as your told and opened your mouth.

"Lick." Stucking your tongue out, you licked his cock from its base to its tip, giving his tip a couple kitten licks.

"Suck. Tip only." You closed your mouth around his cock head, hollowing your cheeks, you sucked. The precome that got smeared on your tongue had you moan out loud and around his cock, making him groan with you.

"So good," he murmured. "So good for her Daddy, mmm..." Feeling hot with the praise, you closed your eyes and suckled on his tip a bit more. You felt his flesh hand on your cheek, giving you a light slap, it slid into your hair along with his metal one.

"Take all of it," he ordered this time, and you relaxed your jaw, doing as he said, you swallowed his huge shaft in one-go. His thigh muscle jerked, a loud groan made its way out from the back of his throat involuntarily.

"Fuck," he growled. "Your throat is fucking heaven, reserved for me." You hummed approvingly around him.

Yes, you thought. It's only for you, Daddy.

Pulling on your hair, you got the signal. It was him telling you to let him take over. You heard him chuckle darkly again and felt all the muscles in your body turned jello.

"Yeah, little dolly," he whispered. "Let me break you, take over, c'mon. Give yourself to me, and I'll promise to make it up to you."

You felt your brain get fuzzy and did as he said.

Relaxing your throat, opening your mouth as much as you could, you let Bucky, your Daddy, thrust into your mouth. He started slow at first, almost a lazy pace. You knew he was gonna get mean and fast and hard, and honestly, you couldn't wait for it.

"Jesus fucking Christ, baby—" Bucky gasped and his lazy pace got a little faster. His balls were hitting your jaw lightly with his every thrust, your mouth was doing obscene gagging sounds while the drool on your face creating 'slapslapslap' sounds in the half-empty room.

Bucky growled as you whimpered around his length. You loved the way he used you; loved it when he held your head in its place and used your mouth like it was just a hole to fuck.

His hands formed into fists, holding your head still so that he could fasten his pace. The lazy drags of his cock turned into filthy and harsh thrusts. With each thrust, his balls were hitting your chin faster and harder, your nose poking the soft, dark curls at the base of his cock.

Growling, almost roaring, Bucky buried himself deep in your throat, holding your there and making you gag.

"Take it, babygirl," he sneered. His voice was deep due to the lust flowing in his veins. "I know you can. You're my baby, my little one, I know you can take your Daddy's cock all the way." His whispered encouragement words were getting to you as you tried not to cough. You wanted to make Daddy proud, so you tried to breathe through your nose and let the control over your muscles go.

"Just like that, fuck, baby," Bucky moaned. His breath was hitching, thick thigh muscles were jumping and cock twitching in your mouth; you knew he was close. You felt the sting at the base of your skull when he pulled you off his cock, listening to your gasps and watching you catch your breath.

Suddenly, you weren't on the floor. Your back hit the soft mattress, and then there was a huge muscle mass hovering over your body.

"You're so amazing," Bucky groaned as he slipped his hands into your pajama bottom and pulled it down with one move. Then, you were flipped on your stomach, ass up and your face was buried in his pillow.

You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with his smell, you moaned when you felt his fingers at your entrance.

"So goddamn wet," he hissed. "Is this all for me, honey?" he asked you, then. You nodded.

"Yes, Daddy!" You wailed. "All for you! Only for you!" Bucky growled approvingly.

"Damn fucking right only for me," he snarled into your ear. His fingers were plunging in and out of you quickly now. You whimpered and moaned and bucked your hips against his hand.

"Daddy—" You gasped when he flicked your clit. "Please! Wan' you in me! Please!"

"You're a greedy baby today," he whispered, taking your earlobe in his mouth and biting on it gently. You gasped again. Daddy knew all your sensitive spots and knew how to play with your pussy, you felt like you were about to pass out.

"Please..." You sobbed, your tears wetting the pillow under your cheeks. Bucky cooed at you lovingly. He kissed your cheek, your bare shoulder and bit down on your neck gently. You wiggled your hips. You were dying to have him in you.

"Sshh," he said, and you sobbed because his cock was kissing your pussy, nudging at your entrance. "Got you," he whispered again, "I got you, babylove. Daddy's here, ssshh."

Draping his still clothes torso onto your back, he slid all the way inside in one slow but smooth move. You choked on your moan, fisted the bedding and let out a loud moan. His hips were flushed with yours, filling you so fucking nicely.

"Oh, Daddy," you whimpered. Bucky hummed as he grabbed your hair in his hand and pulled your head up a little with it.

Without saying anything, Bucky started to pound into you. His cock abusing your pussy the best way possible, you moaned and screamed loudly because Daddy was in so deep— His balls were snug against your lips with each thrust, his thighs were hitting yours and making the obscene skin-slapping-skin sound echo in the room.

"Fuck, holy fuck— Sweetheart," Bucky managed. "You feel— so tight, so good, fuuck—" You whimpered and gasped and moaned, his cock stroking every single soft spot you have perfectly.

"Daddy—" You breathed. "'m close, Daddy! Can I— please!" Bucky moaned. He could feel how close you were. Your pussy was literally milking the come out of him.

"Yeah, baby. Come," he whispered. His metal arm was around your body, his flesh hand was still holding you half-upright from your hair. "Come for Daddy, c'mon," he moaned.

You screamed when you came around his cock. The tight grip of your pussy went even tighter somehow, making Bucky's eyes cross and making him groan loudly into your neck. Your thighs were trembling underneath his own, your hips were bucking against him probably without you being aware of and your face— God, your face. Bucky could watch it for the rest of his life because you looked so fucking divine when you came.

"Bucky..." You whispered, but then you sobbed. "Daddy, come in me, please. Please, I need it!" You hiccuped.

Bucky cursed. His hips thrusted in and out of you even faster, cock hitting your now-oversensitive spots. He felt his balls tighten and then he gasped. His cock spurting white ropes of come into your pussy, Bucky groaned loud and long with you gasping under him softly. Breathless, he dropped onto your body but minding his weight.

You hummed. You felt safe and sound and loved caged under him like this, you giggled happily. Bucky made a questioning sound.

"Like being caged like this," you whispered. "Love when you use me, Daddy." Bucky smiled fondly at you. He kissed your cheek and rolled onto the empty space next to you, only to pull you back in his arms after he settled. You hummed again as you wiggled closer to him.

Bucky was silent for a while so much so thay you thought he fell asleep. So, you jumped lightly when he spoke: "Thank you."

It was a whisper, but you could hear the emotion behind it. You smiled. Looking back at him over your shoulder, you pulled him in for a soft kiss.

"Anything for my Daddy whenever he needs it," you replied and made him snort.

Bucky snuggling you tightly, both you had happy and relaxed smiles on your faces when you fell asleep.

me very aggressively complimenting the signs

Aries- You have so much passion for the things and the people you care about that it is SICKENING. You’re so goddamn DETERMINED to meet your goals it is absolutely fucking admirable. You were BORN to be a leader whether you’re leading others or taking control of yourself. You’re not afraid to do what needs to be done because you have the fucking strength. You bring people TOGETHER. You have BIG SHORT PEOPLE ANGER ENERGY and it will get you FAR. You WILL accomplish the things in life by continuing to be your CONFIDENT and BADASS SELF. FUCK

Taurus- You are the definition of a RELIABLE HUMAN BEING. You are the rock that so many people need in their lives. You’re so fucking devoted to any task thrown your way. You make life problems YOUR BITCH. You do this by enduring all the garbage that gets thrown at you and wading it out sometimes based on pure goddamn stubbornness and you come out the other side with a BIG BAG OF ACCOMPLISHMENT and a MIDDLE FINGER IN THE AIR. Even when you want to give up you DON’T because you’re a responsible PIECE OF SHIT with GLITTER ON TOP and I love that.

Gemini- FUCK GEMINI HATERS. Some may call you two-faced, real ones know you are ADAPTABLE. You are fucking CHAMELEONS. You were the person in high school who had friends in ALL different friend groups. You are truly a gentle person with a curious heart, do you fucking hear me. You have the ability to reach so many people with your WIT and CHARM. You’re not afraid to take off your mask in front of people which makes you that much more RELATABLE. PEOPLE AREN’T ONE-DIMENSIONAL SO YOU SHOULDN’T GET FLAK FOR IT. Direct me to the Gemini haters, let me roundhouse kick them real quick. 

Cancer- You have the BIGGEST HEART and your ability to make others feel comforted in their time of need is EXQUISITE. Those closest to you know you will defend them to your LAST BREATH because you are loyal as fuck. The way you can find even the smallest things to be important or sentimental is VERY TOUCHING. You’re like a $100 8 oz piece of medium rare filet mignon covered in a sugary honey garlic sauce, SWEET and TENDER, SHIT. You can empathize with just about everyone, even those who have wronged you because you really are just that fucking PURE.

Leo- I would very much LIKE TO BE AROUND YOU. Not only do you know how to light up a room but you can FUCKING keep my ATTENTION. You absolutely know how to dominate a conversation, teach me how, you are a goddamn NATURAL. The CHARISMA, it OOZES, sometimes when you don’t even realize. You are the person others go to when they need a good cheering up. You know how to make a person laugh under any circumstance, you fucking wizard. If you were in a movie you’d be the hot one and also the comic relief and also the main character who everyone loves, holy SHIT

Virgo- You very much should receive the RESPECT that you fucking DESERVE. You put in the WORK, bitch, you know how to fucking GET SHIT DONE, bitch. People may misunderstand you for being cold, but in reality you just know how to put your own feelings to the side in order to do the task at hand, and do it with PERFECTION, because you are so fucking detail-oriented, you never miss a single fucking BEAT. You would be the person to find a cure to the zombie apocalypse in less than a fucking week. You can get things right even on your first try because you’re EXTREMELY FUCKING CAPABLE.

Libra- You aren’t afraid to put your faith in others and THAT is what makes you so fucking LIKEABLE. You are humble while still remaining STRONG and true to WHO YOU ARE. People fucking love you because you know how to view a situation from all sides because you have an OPEN MIND and an OPEN HEART. It is truly disgusting how amazing and rare that is, you fucking gem. YOU GODDAMN PERSONIFICATION OF GRACE. How are you able to fight for the things you believe in all while remaining sympathetic to all, it’s beautiful. YOU ARE FUCKING LOVED, UNDERSTAND THIS. 

Scorpio- You are the person who your friends would go to when they need to get rid of a body because you’re that fucking TRUE and FAITHFUL to the people you LOVE. Not only would you get rid of the body, you’d also know how to do it with 100% certainty you’d never get caught because you’re so damn resourceful. Is this morbid as shit? MAYBE, but you don’t care because you’re the FUCKING COOL ONE. You are a FIERCE BITCH who people close to you LOVE and your enemies should FEAR. Never underestimate yourself because you have the PASSION and the CUNNING to get through all fuckery. 

Sagittarius- If I had to sit on a 30-hour long flight with someone, it’d be you because you would be SO FUCKING FUN TO TALK TO. You truly do not give a SHIT what other people think about you and it allows you to speak your mind freely, it’s so fucking amazing. Your love to travel and learn new things makes you INTERESTING as FUCK and you know how to put anyone in a good fucking mood. You make people feel INCLUDED. Your thirst for adventure is CONTAGIOUS, I would like to explore the inside of the earth with you, fucker. You are a prime example of WALKING the FUCKING WALK.

Capricorn- You know how to get the most out of literally ANYTHING, if you were given enough popsicle sticks and glue you could probably build a second fucking Golden Gate Bridge. You KNOW what you want and you know how to fucking get it. Your mind is SHARP AS FUCK. You have so much discipline and self-control you could probably become Lord Commander of the ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD and you’d be fucking GOOD AT IT. You are a goddamn force to be reckoned with in both your personal and professional life because you take yours AND others' mistakes and learn from them, it’s fucking BRILLIANT.

Aquarius- The world is your fucking OYSTER, BITCH and you are ready to mold it into what it needs to be. You are CREATIVE, you are INNOVATIVE, you are a fucking VISIONARY. People love you because they know you give a shit about them because you SHOW them. You don’t fucking tolerate those who hurt others and people ADMIRE YOU FOR IT. You aren’t afraid to be your own fucking person and that spans from how you think to how you act to how you look. IT’S ABSOLUTELY FUCKING ALLURING. You help others feel comfortable in their own skin when they’re around you without you even REALIZING. 

Pisces- You are a GODDAMN PIECE OF ART. You are the type of person who would fucking die to save a stranger. You are deeply connected with your emotions and because of this you are able to create ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE FUCKING THINGS, not to mention it allows you to really connect with others. People from all different walks of life get drawn to you because you’re SO FRIENDLY. WE ALL WANNA BE YOUR GODDAMN FRIEND. You see the beauty in the mundane. Describing a personality like yours would turn into fucking POETRY. YOU ARE A SOFT PIANO SONG.