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I just remembered TLC is going to have an adaptation by locksmith studios so I'm going to watch their only movie so I can hopefully feel better with this adaptation. because I'm really scared they'll ruin it.
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III ║ Edgestitch
Joel Miller x F!Reader
{ Part II: Threads | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist }
Rating: M
Summary: You wear those jeans for Joel when you see him again at the baby shower at Tommy and Maria's - like he asked you to.
Warnings: Spicy thoughts but not explicit, sexual tension, sexual innuendos, flirting, mention of food and drink, some language, shy!reader, reader has a nickname related to her job, soft!Joel, no use of Y/N
Word count: 7k
Notes: It's here! This one was a long and winding road as I mentioned in Behind the Seams, I'm so relieved and excited when it all finally clicked and fell into place! I'm absolutely blown away by the love you guys have shown Joel and Pin so far, thank you, there's no greater motivation for a writer ❤️ I hope you guys enjoy the chapter!
‘Damnit, Lucy,’ you mutter under your breath, this close to stamping your foot and pouting at the door that refuses to lock up.
Lucy may be your best friend, but you’re not blind to the fact that she literally cannot be trusted to get anything done around the shop. It’s been two weeks since she promised to get the locksmith to come in, but here you are on Friday evening, wrestling with the key that refuses to turn the last quarter of an inch in the faulty lock.
‘Hey, Pin!’
Glancing over your shoulder, you force a wane smile at Tommy, who has his hands full with a cardboard box at the bottom of the stairs. ‘Need some help?’
‘Yes, please,’ you reply sheepishly.
You nod at the bottles of wine that clink delicately against one another as he sets them down. ‘Getting ready for the party on Sunday?’
Tommy steps up to the door and wriggles the key left and right experimentally. ‘Yeah, you comin’, right?’
‘Yes, with Lucy.’
‘Good, the more the merrier!’ He makes a face at the door lock, which is not cooperating with him either. ‘You should get someone to look at it. Probably time for a new one.’
‘Lucy was supposed to get Andrew to fix it, but you know Luce.’
Tommy yanks the door knob backwards hard as he twists the key. There’s a grunt of metal, and a triumphant aha! when it finally turns, the internal mechanisms of the lock sliding into place with a satisfying click.
You nearly fall onto your knees in relief. ‘Thank you so much, Tommy. You’re a lifesaver.’
He grins and deposits the key in your waiting palm. ‘You can ask Joel for help, you know. He’s handy with this kind of stuff.’
You blink, blindsided by the seemingly random mention of his brother - but his dimpled smile tells you otherwise.
His brother, who was so solid and broad under you on the studio floor, just a few days ago. His brother, who you can still feel pressed between your thighs, in your bed in the dead of night. His brother, who has taken up residence in your mind, waking or otherwise, since he sauntered out of your shop with that infuriatingly attractive confidence when he asked you to to wear those jeans for him again on Sunday.
Joel has existed solely and safely in the parameters of your workspace for the past fortnight and a half, with only Lucy bearing witness to whatever it is between the two of you. Having to suddenly deal with any mention of him outside of it, especially with that knowing arch of Tommy’s eyebrow, has you completely flustered. It doesn’t help that his eyes are uncannily like Joel’s, a gorgeous deep brown, expressive and sharp, though the mischief sits a lot closer to the surface in the former’s.
Mercifully, your brain unscrambles long enough for you to reach the conclusion that of course, Joel must have told Tommy that he invited you and Lucy. It’s their party, after all. Surely, he doesn’t know anything else -
Or does he?
You’ve been quiet for too long to say anything about it now, so you clumsily change the subject, stumbling over your words. ‘I, uh - I was just wondering what I could bring on Sunday?’
Tommy graciously lets you off the hook. ‘We’re a bit short on sweets, actually, if you bake.’
You latch on to that gratefully. ‘I do - what kind of cake were you thinking?’
‘Do you make a carrot cake?’
You perk up. ‘It’s my favourite!’
He flashes you a cheeky grin. ‘What a funny coincidence, it’s Joel’s as well - the only way to get carrots in him.’
Your pulse spikes with adrenaline at the unexpected tidbit Tommy drops in your lap, and you greedily squirrel that little fact away, slowly colouring in the Joel-shaped space in your head.
With a wink, Tommy bends down to pick up the wine. ‘See you in a couple of days, Pin!’
At least you have the decency to wait until he turns the corner - once he does, you sprint across the road to the Jackson Grocer’s and clear out their stock of carrots for the day.
There are many things about Jackson that throw Joel.
The plentitude after years of rations. The safety, which comes off more jarring than comforting.
But most of all, it’s the sounds. The kettle on the boil and the pop of the toaster in the morning when Ellie gets ready for school. Friendly chatter on the high street. Laughter. It still makes him jump when he hears playful shrieks in the neighbourhood playground, blood rushing in his ears and sending him halfway across the house for his rifle before he remembers where he is.
Where he is not.
It was always loud in the QZ. Loudspeakers blaring, alarms wailing, the indistinct hum of conversation and radio through paper thin walls in the slums at all hours of the day. And he was always listening - for danger, for trouble, and everything in between.
And then all that noise had blown up, literally, with the State House. With Tess.
Joel finds it hard to remember those first few days after leaving Boston behind. Mostly the raw cuts on his knuckles that wouldn’t heal and the ring in his right ear from the explosion, lingering like a pesky fly.
But he knows it was Ellie who broke that silence first. And once that door was kicked down -
‘Fuck no, dude!’
His face snaps up and he scowls across the lawn, the stern reprimand rolling off his tongue like second nature. ‘Ellie!’
She’s sitting with her friends, crowded around her most prized possession of the moment, a boombox she found in the thrift shop a couple of months ago and begged him to buy and fix up for her.
Not that she needed to do much begging, he caved far too easily. It plays a bit wonky - the bass too heavy - still, it does the trick.
The teenagers around her cower immediately, but she defiantly stands her ground. ‘What?’
‘Watch your language,’ he barks, no real bite behind it.
She rolls her eyes so hard her head falls back, and he has to press his lips together to not smile.
It helps him sleep better at night seeing Ellie fit right in - at least one of them has. She doesn’t hate going to school half as much as she pretends to, the routine of homework and chores anchoring her to small town life. She’s even volunteered to help out at the farm, spending most afternoons in the stables with the horses.
There are times when he wonders to which extent all this is a coping mechanism. But well, at least she’s coping.
And while Joel still hasn’t made up his mind about Jackson, its townsfolk seem to have unilaterally made theirs up about him. The wary whispers and watchful stares have given way to cautious gestures of acknowledgement, some even bold enough to throw a good morning in his general direction as he walks down the street.
They nod at him now as they file into the garden party, still keeping their distance, but not as much as he would’ve liked.
The expectant parents have gone all out for the occasion. Several tables are lined up end to end in the middle of the garden, filling up with potluck dishes as guests arrive. Tommy lords over the barbeque, the brisket having been smoking since dawn, with chicken, bacon and homemade sausages sizzling on the grill. Maria is in her element, flitting from well wisher to well wisher with a protective hand over her rounded belly, making sure everyone has a drink and a loaded plate in hand.
Joel hovers in no man’s land, dodging the crowds and sipping on beer that has long gone flat, trying to remember the last time he celebrated anything.
Well, he supposes dinner parties at Bill and Frank’s count, as far and few in between as they were. Not that they ever celebrated anything specific, per se - they didn’t need a reason beyond the fact that they were all still alive and kicking. Bill, bless his soul, did make a mean roast, and Frank used to host with enough flair for forty instead of four. Tess had a black dress she stowed away at the back of her closet for these parties, and a red one that she saved for the really special occasions -
A strong hand on his back jolts him forward and out of his thoughts, spilling lukewarm beer over his fingers.
‘Havin’ a good time, brother?’ asks Tommy jovially, cheeks stretched with joy.
‘I was just now,’ he grunts pointedly.
Tommy grins. ‘Lighten up, man. Get drunk, be merry! You’re gonna be an uncle.’
‘Don’t try to butter me up. I ain’t babysittin’ for you.’
Thumping his chest in mock hurt, he asks, ‘What about all those times I babysat Sarah, man?’
Joel gives him a long-suffering side stare. ‘Please. You used to hire that college chick ‘cross the street to babysit whenever you were supposed to. Then you’d hit on her all night long.’
Tommy chuckles. ‘Damn, your mind’s in better shape than I give you credit for, old man.’
He can’t help a smile. ‘But for all your devious plans to get into her babysitter’s pants, Sarah did love her Uncle Tommy.’
He goes quiet for a beat and takes a sip of his beer, his eyes softening. ‘I think about that girl every single day, y’know.’
Joel nods, staring into his own beer, and it suddenly strikes him that he’s missed the shape of her name on his lips. ‘I know.’
Tommy nudges him on the shoulder. ‘I can only hope my kid will love their Uncle Joel just as much.’
Eventually, he harrumphs, ‘If they do - I’ll think about the babysittin’.’
Tommy chortles just as the backdoor to the porch swings open with a loud creak.
Joel spots you easily, trailing one step behind Lucy. You’re holding onto a cake on a round wooden board like a security blanket, shoulders tense and eyes wide at the noise of the festivities. Spotting Maria, Lucy bounds down the stairs, leaving you hesitating at the landing, and -
You’re wearing the jeans he asked you to.
Something primal swells in the cavity of his chest, between his ribs - a pride that is distinctly male.
Tommy shouts, ‘Pin! Over here!’
Joel shifts on his feet, swallowing thickly as you approach. If your shy smile is anything to go by, he’s not the only one feeling the nerves.
His brother gives you a careful hug around the cake and plants a kiss on your cheek. When he steps aside, Joel hesitates, uneasy with having an audience, his palms suddenly clammy with indecision.
Does he… hug you? He can count on three fingers who he’s hugged for the past twenty years, and he’s sorely out of practice. A kiss is an option, but the way his eyes dart to your mouth, it’s dangerous even entertaining that thought -
Tommy elbows him in the ribs and puts him out of his misery. ‘Why don’t you kids catch up, I think the brisket’s burnin’. Have fun tonight!’
Joel can feel the tip of his ears turning red as he stands there with his drink, one hand shoved in his back pocket, not knowing how to do this. How to entertain. Clearing his throat, he stammers, ‘Uh - can I get you a drink or somethin’?’
You give him a small smile, lips moving in an answer too quiet to reach him over the music. Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, he admits, ‘Sorry, I can’t hear you. I’m uh - a bit deaf in my right ear.’
You look apologetic, speaking up, ‘I’m sorry - I didn’t know.’
With a shrug, he jokes, ‘It’s ok, I’m a bit broken all over.’
You pinch your lips, and he recoginses that face - he knows that you want to disagree with him. But you hold your tongue, skirting around him to his good ear, and he stoops to close the distance, even though he doesn’t need to.
Your breath brushes his ear. ‘I’d love a drink, but I want to put this cake away first.’
‘Yes, of course - sorry, don’t know where my manners went.’ He puts his unfinished beer away and takes the cake from you despite your protests. The potluck table is packed to the brim, so he gestures towards the house. ‘It might have to go into the kitchen for now.’
You follow him, side by side with one polite body width between you, past bands of neighbours and friends catching up, the fairy lights catching your eyes and the well-kept lawn crunching beneath your soles. Unsurprisingly, you feel the weight of curious stares on your back as you go - Joel is still very much a novelty around town. Neither of you speak until he holds open the backdoor for you to slip inside.
It’s quiet in the kitchen, the muted conversation outside a low hum through the double-glazed windows. The free-standing island is already chock full of all kinds of baked goods and pudding, and Joel has to move an actual jelly castle (which wriggles precariously) to free up space for your contribution.
Dusting his hands, Joel turns to you. ‘That carrot cake?’
You nod, keeping mum.
‘It’s my favourite.’
‘I know - Tommy told me,’ you confess with a bashful half-shrug.
His warm eyes crinkle at the corners. ‘Talkin’ about me behind my back, sweetheart?’
Your breath quickens at the sweetheart, and you wonder if the thrill of the nickname will ever wear thin. Emboldened, you tilt your head to one side and tease, ‘Why? You like the attention?’
A smirk on his lips, he steps into your space, the very proximity of him stealing the air from your lungs. ‘I might if you’re not careful.’
And there you are again - with nothing more than a dozen words exchanged and even more unsaid - on the brink of something, right where you left off on the workshop floor.
‘Wanna grab a bite to eat?’
Tucked away in an intimate corner of the back porch in a wicker chair, Joel surveys the party with a seriousness that is borderline comical.
The strategist in him clearly favours the higher ground the porch affords him so he can keep an eye on everyone and spot whoever approaches from a distance. His seat is an easy three steps to the door, an escape plan in his back pocket. For all his stillness, the intensity is unmistakable, if slightly out of place in a baby shower.
Two dirty plates licked clean are stacked on the coffee table between you, piled high with bones and leftover gravy, the delicious food sitting warm in your stomach.
‘They’re comin’ closer,’ Joel complains, taking a long gulp of his beer.
‘I guess they figure if I’m talking to you, it means that you don’t actually bite,’ you quip.
‘Will they back off if I make you cry?’
Your shoulders quake with a chuckle. ‘I think you’re too much of a gentleman to do that, Joel Miller.’
You’re taken aback by the flash of heat in his answering glance, as if there’s something he wants to say. But then, he changes his mind and leans back in his chair, one palm resting on his spread thighs, and he nods towards a couple standing close to the barbeque.
‘Who’s that over there? He lives on my street.’
‘That’s Andrew. He owns the only hot tub in Jackson.’
Joel splutters, ‘A hot tub?’
‘To be fair, it came with his house, but he managed to connect it to the water a few months ago.’
He snorts. ‘Not very communist of him to divert public resources for a private hot tub.’
‘Let’s just say Jackson is a commune with American characteristics,’ you say diplomatically.
He arches an eyebrow at you. ‘A cynic, sweetheart?’
You reply matter-of-factly, ‘We all know how communism ended.’
Fuck. He takes a swig of his beer and swallows hard. A woman after his own heart.
‘You want to keep him on your good side though. He’s really handy with electrics and the like.’
He shrugs. ‘So am I.’
You turn to him, surprised. ‘Oh?’
‘I was a contractor in another life.’
He notices your attention flicker to his hands, before you catch yourself and look away bashfully. ‘That’s good to know.’
‘You need things fixed?’ he asks, and promptly wants to kick himself for sounding so hopeful to be of service.
‘Here and there,’ you say with a dismissive wave. ‘It’s not important. It’ll hold up.’
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip thoughtfully. You have to work on asking for things, but it’s ok - he doesn’t push you. He files that away for later.
Glancing across the yard, he catches Ellie’s eye, who’s arching an inquisitive eyebrow and pointing straight at you with all the subtlety of a flying brick. He knows he should probably introduce you at some point, but he’s not ready to share your attention with someone else just yet, let alone the nosy teenage loudmouth.
Joel gives her a firm shake of the head, to which she responds with a disgruntled I’m watching you gesture.
Ignoring her for now - and knowing that he’ll pay for it later - he asks you, ‘And who’s that in the red dress?’
You crane your neck until you spot her. ‘Ah, that’s Patricia. She’s the dance teacher down at the school.’
‘Why’s she starin’ at me?’ he mutters.
You shoot him an amused grin. ‘Why, it looks like you’ve caught the fancy of our local femme fatale.’
He scoffs. ‘Should I be worried?’
‘Well, she’s been married and divorced three times since she arrived,’ you answer with a straight face. ‘The last one just disappeared. Never found his body.’
Joel stares at you in stunned silence, until you let out a poorly contained giggle. He grumbles, ‘Havin’ fun pullin’ my leg, sweetheart?’
‘Just a bit,’ you tease.
‘I liked you better when you were shy,’ he ribs.
You shrug. ‘Too late. You don’t scare me anymore.’
Glancing the other way, Joel sits up in alarm at the flutter of crimson fabric. ‘Shit, I think she’s comin’ this way.’
‘Time for carrot cake?’ you prompt.
He’s out of his chair quicker than you’d expect his knees would allow him to. ‘Let’s go, sweetheart.’
The state of the kitchen island stops you in your tracks, while Joel lets out a low whistle behind you. ‘Jackson really turned out for this party, huh?’
‘Well, your brother and sister-in-law are pretty popular around town,’ you quip.
You didn’t think it was possible, but every square inch of the kitchen island is now jam-packed with sugary confections, stacked on top of one another.
‘I can’t even find the bloody cake,’ you laugh, literally searching high and low as you skirt the parameter.
On the other side of the island, Joel tosses a dry good luck in your direction and puts the dirty plates and cutlery that he brought in into the sink with a clatter, turning on the hot water. You stutter to a stop opposite him, gawking at how his broad shoulders fill the frame of the window that sits in front of the sink, before your gaze inadvertently trails south - over the nip of his waist and the hem of his shirt skirting the back pockets of his jeans. You find yourself wishing he’d tucked the tails in.
Rooted to the spot, you watch him unbutton the cuffs on his flannel shirt and push up the sleeves to the crease of his elbows, baring his strong forearms. Your mouth goes dry despite the wine you’ve been sipping on all evening, peering at the sinewy muscles flexing and straining as he lathers the plates with an offhand familiarity, his thick fingers dwarfing the sponge in as he works the grease stains.
Making quick but thorough work of the washing up, Joel dries the plates and then runs the tea towel over his big hands and wrists, catching you staring as he turns around. If he knows you’ve been watching all along, he lets it slide. Tossing the towel to one side, heat prickles under your cheeks when he sidles up to you with the clean plates.
The sight of this man doing something as mundane as dishes really shouldn’t get you this hot and bothered.
‘Is that cream cheese?’ he asks conversationally with a nod at your cake, which you have found sitting on top of a tall plastic caddy, a chocolate cake inside.
Having to consciously unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth, you’re surprised your voice doesn’t shake. ‘It’s not carrot cake without it.’
‘Where did you get the cream cheese? Never seen any ‘round town.’
Almost bashful, you admit, ‘I made it.’
His eyebrows shoot up. ‘You made cream cheese? How?’
‘It’s not that big a deal. It’s just milk, lemon and salt,’ you say, trying to downplay it. Your arms are definitely not aching from the hours of straining and beating and whipping.
‘And the walnuts?’ he asks.
‘Someone I know grows it,’ you say vaguely.
Joel hums doubtfully. ‘Ain’t seen any walnut trees in town.’
Biting your bottom lip, you can pinpoint the exact moment he figures it out, brows drawing together in a frown. ‘The only ones I’ve seen are outside the walls, ‘round the north side of the gates.’
Knowing for a fact that you’re a terrible liar, you don’t even try. You choose to ignore him, idly smoothing the frosting on top with a clean knife, trying not to flinch at the weight of his gaze on you.
‘Sweetheart, please tell me you didn’t go outside just to get walnuts for me.’
‘Not for you,’ you shoot back unconvincingly, flustered. ‘I made the cake for Tommy and Maria.’
Lies. You know it. He knows it.
His shoulders stiffen, the fabric of his shirt bunching with the movement. ‘You can’t just go outside like that, y’know, there could be infected ‘round -’
‘Joel, I’ve been living here for years, I know what I’m doing,’ you argue huffily, not expecting a lecture, of all things. ‘I’m not stupid.’
He shakes his head. ‘Ain’t what I’m sayin’, Pin -’
‘Just leave it, ok?’ you reply sharply and, signalling an end to the conversation, you slice into the cake with an aggressive stab - not noticing that it is hanging over the edge of the caddy below.
You squeak when it flips unceremoniously, and on pure impulse, you pitch forward to stop its upward trajectory, meeting it mid-air with an ominous splat.
‘Fuck!’
To his credit, Joel barely skips a beat, quickly but calmly grabbing hold of the cake board and pulling it off you, setting it down on the counter, while you gape in dismay at the damage done.
The side of the cake that made contact with you is smushed in, most of the thick frosting now painted all over your front, from your neck down to the lovely, thin cashmere top that Lucy picked out for you for the party.
You really hope there’s a big guy up there watching, because someone might as well enjoy this mortifying brand of comedy you keep dishing out around this man.
Two seconds more, and you’re pretty sure you would’ve burst into tears for lack of knowing what else to do - but without another word, Joel takes the lead, wrapping a firm hand around your wrist and pulling you out of the kitchen.
You gratefully let him.
It’s none of your business really, but it comforts you that Joel’s obviously here often enough to know his way around the house.
You glance around the dimly lit room where he deposited you on the edge of a neatly made bed, water trickling in the adjoining ensuite. When he returns, he has a small, wet towel in his hands. Towering over you, the low lights don’t quite reach his face, but you can see the way his gaze slips downwards, carefully, as if he’s afraid to startle you.
But he doesn’t - not even when he slides the crook of his fingers under your chin, tilting your face up and opening up your throat.
His lips twitch wryly. ‘What a waste of perfectly good cream cheese.’
Despite yourself, a laugh escapes you at the absurdity of the situation. ‘Must something always go wrong whenever we’re in the same room?’
The corner of his mouth teases a smile. ‘Never a dull moment with you, sweetheart.’
You smile back, but it falters when his eyes burn in a quiet but unmistakable smoulder.
‘May I?’
You’re not even sure what he’s asking. But he can ask you anything in that raspy, low baritone, and there will always only be one answer.
At your nod, Joel drags the tip of his index finger down the column of your neck, and your lips part when it glides over your windpipe - pressing just hard enough for you to feel the pressure - collecting the velvety frosting as it goes.
Then, holding your eyes, he sucks the cream cheese off his fingertip, a hum deep in his throat. ‘Delicious, sweetheart.’
You’re sitting down, but somehow, you still feel your knees give way at how he smacks his lips at the sugary aftertaste.
He looms closer, bending at the waist and for one moment of madness, you think he might lean down and lick your neck clean.
At the prospect of those plush lips and the burn of his silvered, patchy beard on your skin, your head tilts further back invitingly. His pupils dilate and his nostrils flare, like he’s picking up on what you’re thinking, and his eyes dip to your mouth.
But he doesn’t.
You don’t even have time to be disappointed before Joel carefully gets down on one knee in front of you, one palm landing on the mattress next to your hip for balance. Knowing the state of his joints, you want to ask if he needs a pillow, but instead of your mouth, it’s your thighs that part to make room for him. His chest keeps them splayed open, and you can feel the steady rise and fall of his ribcage with each breath through the denim.
You try to focus on your own breathing as Joel presses the wet towel to your skin and mops up the sticky mess, his face set seriously as he cleans you up inch by inch. But all you can think about is how you can feel the imprint of his fingers through the thin fabric, and how the span of his hand can easily fit over the column of your throat -
You don’t realise you’re leaning into him until he draws back when he’s done, and you tip forward, chasing his touch. His knee groans as he stands up to his full height, and he nods towards the bathroom with a wait here in his eyes.
The water is scalding as Joel washes out the frosting from the towel, but he keeps his hands under the tap, longer than he needs to. Wringing it dry, he takes a moment, wet palms gripping the cold porcelain edge of the bathroom sink, shoulders hunched over as he tells himself to calm the fuck down.
Except, he is calm. He’s held back, even when you looked at him with such straightforward, honest want that has him grinding his teeth.
Thing is, he knows you would’ve let him nudge you backwards into the mattress and crowd you between his arms, switching places the two of you were in under your sewing desk in the workshop.
He knows you would’ve let him wrap your legs around his hips, sliding his palms up the back of your thighs in those skin tight jeans - the sight of which is enough to make his head spin - and he knows you would’ve let him nip, suck, lick the tangy buttercream off your very neck.
Not only would you have let him - you would’ve trusted him to do all those things to you.
That last realisation awakens something he’s not so sure he has a handle on. But he knows for a fact that with the whole of Jackson milling about downstairs, in the middle of his brother’s baby shower, is neither the place nor the time.
You’re where he left you when he steps back into the bedroom, your palms planted on the bed, your shoulders relaxed. The neckline of your blouse gapes loosely, teasing the soft skin of your cleavage.
Joel breaks the loaded silence with a bit of common sense. ‘You best get that top off and soak it in the bath before the stains really set in, sweetheart.’
You bite your lip hesitantly. ‘I - I don’t have anything to change into.’
‘You can have my shirt,’ he offers.
You sit up, attention piqued, when his hands move to the top of his flannel, thick fingers sliding each button out of the holes one by one. You know he’s just taking off his shirt, but you can’t help the way your jaw goes slack, watching shamelessly, the comforter twisting in your grip as you scrabble for something to hold onto.
Joel doesn’t understand why you’re looking at him like that, but it’s so flattering to watch you watch him, eyes hooded and your tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip, like he’s giving you a fucking strip tease or something.
Goddamn if it doesn’t go straight to his head.
A white undervest comes into view, inch by inch, as the shirt falls open, the thin fabric pulled taut at the seams over the broad stretch of his chest. When the last button is undone, he shrugs the shirt off with a smooth roll of his arms, and your jaw drops.
The undervest barely contains the bulk of him, and you’ll be damned if you know where to look first - the lean, solid line of his arms, or the effortless ripple of muscle in his shoulders - but it’s lower where your attention makes landing, and it takes you a second to realise why.
He’s not sucking in his tummy.
The swell of his abdomen sits above the top of his jeans, where the vest is neatly tucked in. You remember too well the brush of that soft strip of skin against the back of your hands when you were on your knees, cutting him out of his jeans; and then beneath you, straddling him under the sewing table.
While there’s an undercurrent of self-consciousness in the way he holds himself, conspicuously missing is the self-deprecation that drew your ire the day he walked into your shop with a broken zipper. A tentative confidence has taken its place, which is at the same time so endearingly vulnerable, as if your reaction to the little show he gave you just now isn’t enough to assure him of what you’re thinking.
Your fingers twitch, yearning to reach out and tug him in by the front of his jeans, to untuck that vest and push it up and off. You want to snake your hands around his waist, hold him to you by the small of his back, and starting with his tummy, kiss your way across the soft belly - maybe with a cheeky scrape of teeth - up to his firm chest, his strong neck and to his lips.
Or maybe, the calling southwards will win out. You’ll push him back to make room for yourself at his feet, nudging your way down his front with your nose, breathe him in, your hands finding his belt buckle and tugging it out of the loops instead. Never mind you've lost count of how many years it's been since you've wanted to do that, or if you remember how at all -
‘Pin.’
Your whole body jolts backwards when his voice pierces through your addled haze, low and raspy, snapping out of your sordid stupor almost grumpily - how rude of him to interrupt? - only to find him peering down at you with a lopsided smile.
‘Get changed, sweetheart. I’ll be right back.’
Leaving your top to soak in the sink, you pad back into the bedroom in just your bra, and you stare down at his shirt laid out neatly on top of the bed.
You press your palm over where his heart would be, the flannel still warm. For one indulgent moment, you pick up the shirt and hug it to you. It smells like him - the outdoors, a crisp spring day, with a whiff of the barbeque smoke from downstairs. You bury your nose into the soft fabric, eyes closed, imagining the weight and shape of him in it.
Even as you put your arms through the sleeves to button it up, you already know it will be hard giving it back. You leave the last three buttons undone and you’ve just tied up the too-long ends in a double knot when there’s a polite but firm knock on the door.
‘You decent?’
‘Yes.’
You hope your face doesn’t fall too obviously at the sight of Joel wearing a shirt again, probably one borrowed from Tommy. He leaves it unbuttoned though, which is small consolation. The air hums between you with stolen glances and words unsaid.
‘You wore those jeans for me,’ he says suddenly.
The for me rolls off his tongue coated in his delectable Southern drawl and a heady satisfaction.
You decide to be brave and shrug one shoulder in a show of attitude. ‘It was the only thing I didn’t have in the wash.’
His grin makes your heart swell. Stepping out of the open doorway, his eyes trailing heat where they linger over you, he says, ‘You look good in my shirt, sweetheart. Real good.’
You bite your lower lip at the compliment, replying shyly, ‘I like this look on you too.’
‘Used to be Tommy’s uniform during our contractor days,’ he reminiscences. ‘I’m just missing the utility belt.’
Oh. You actually find it offensive that the fleeting mention of something as banal as a utility belt should get you going like this. You try to palm off a non-committal hum, but your body betrays you with a strangled choking sound that gives you away.
Joel arches an eyebrow and closes the gap between you with three long, deliberate steps, one finger skimming where his shirt meets the waistband of your jeans. He teases with a smirk, ‘What’s that, sweetheart? This contractor look doin’ somethin’ for you?’
Your cheeks grow hot as both his palms latch boldly onto your hips, and you swear you can feel the burn of his fingertips through the denim, a moan gargling in your throat as your ability to form words abandons you.
‘That a yes?’ he prompts, hooking his thumbs through the belt loops in your jeans and tugging your body flush against his, his stubbled chin brushing the sensitive crook of your neck as he speaks into your ear.
‘Joel,’ you whine, which is the best you can do right now, grabbing onto the open flaps of his shirt just to stay upright.
You feel the rumble that goes through his chest under your palms when he purrs, smiling down at you, head cocked to one side with a playful condescension that’s going to be the end of you. ‘Yes, Pin?’
Your mouth opens, but you’ll never get to find out what you intended to say, because you hear it first - his right ear is to the door - the thunder of rubber soles on the stairs, and you're lucky you manage to stumble two steps back before a deafening (no pun intended), drawn-out call of his name follows.
‘JOOOOOOELLLL!’
Ellie crashes into the doorway with all the grace of a bull in a china shop, slightly out of breath like she’s been running all over the place searching for him, already in the middle of a sentence, as usual.
‘- also Maria says they’re doing a speech now and you’re not getting out of -’ she breaks off abruptly when she spots you, eyes wide and brows - all one and a half of them - reaching for her hairline. ‘Oh shiiiiiit.’
Running a tired hand down his face, Joel’s sigh sounds a lot like surrender. ‘Ellie, this is Pin. Pin, I’m sorry.’
You bite your lip to hold back a laugh at the resignation in his tone as the teenager wrinkles her nose. ‘Pin? That’s a weird name.’
‘Ellie!’
You smile. ‘It’s ok. Pin's just my nickname. I’m a seamstress at the Main Street Outfitters.’
Her face lights up excitedly, an open book if you’ve ever seen one. ‘No shit! I’ve been bugging Joel for a leather jacket for ages. Can I get one?’
‘Please,’ he interjects.
Ellie tucks in her chin and juts out her bottom lip at you. ‘Please?’
You demur. ‘Well, it depends on what you can trade in for it.’
‘My boombox!’ she volunteers without skipping a beat.
Joel scoffs. ‘Good to know those three weeks fixing that piece of junk for you was time well spent.'
‘Sorry, man, but I can’t wear a boombox can I?’ she argues.
Giving Joel an amused look, you come to his rescue. ‘I’m sorry, Ellie, but we only take clothes in exchange.’ At the way she deflates, you counteroffer, ‘Or, you can come work at the shop on Saturdays for the next couple of months. Lucy always needs help out front, and you get a staff discount.’
He turns to you, protesting, ‘That’s very kind, but it ain’t necessary -’
Ellie cuts in, rushing up to you to shake your hand before you can take it back. ‘Deal! When can I start?’
‘There’s no rush,’ you reply with a chuckle. ‘I’ll get back to you next week.’
Stepping back, Ellie winks, ‘So - let’s put a pin in it for now?’
Joel groans at the terrible pun. ‘Get outta here!’
She cackles, firing triumphant finger guns at you as she retreats. ‘What? Pin liked it, she laughed! You’re no fun old man!’
She then pauses by the door, her eyes narrowing as she zeroes in on something smeared on your jeans. ‘Wait - what’s that white stuff on your leg?’
‘It’s cream cheese, you little shit!’ Joel snaps as your ears burn in embarrassment. ‘Out!’
She scampers out of sight, but then reverses into view, sneakers squeaking. ‘ - Are you wearing Joel’s shirt?’
‘ELLIE!’
She throws her hands up. ‘Alright, I’m gone, I’m gone! See ya Pin!’
Joel is the very picture of an embarrassed dad, rubbing the back of his neck with a wince. ‘Sorry, she’s a handful.’
You grin, ‘She’s just a teenager.’
‘You can say that again.’
The quiet seems louder after Ellie, and you restlessly pick at the sleeves. Lifting your eyes shyly, it seems the moment has passed - but Joel has other ideas.
‘C’mere,’ he hums, drawing you close again with one hand on your waist, peering down at you through his lashes. ‘This ok?’
At your nod, he brushes his thumb on your bottom lip, catching the soft plump skin, and your tongue darts out to taste him, his eyes darkening.
‘Can I kiss you, sweetheart?’ he asks, voice hoarse.
It’s been years. Years since anyone has cared enough to kiss you, let alone cared enough to ask if they could. And it’s as if he knows - you don’t know if you’ve somehow given it away, or maybe it’s just him.
‘Yes, Joel.’
He coaxes you closer so that you’re pressed along the whole length of him. His big palms are warm and solid on the small of your back, holding you to him like he intends for you to have trouble standing after he’s done with you.
The tip of his nose bumps into your cheek, nudging its way across and down, and your eyes slide shut when his shaky exhale grazes your gently parted mouth. Your breath hitches at the sweet burn of his beard on your jaw, fingers grabbing onto the scruff of his neck when he finally, finally brushes his lips against yours.
For a man as hardened as Joel Miller, he sure kisses soft. He steals a whimper straight from your throat with nothing more than the clever angling of his lips, the slow drag of tongue on tongue, and a growl deep in his windpipe that you answer with your own moan.
You don’t even have the presence of mind to be embarrassed when your shins knock into his, breaking the kiss with a laugh as Joel hauls you up into his chest, looking very much pleased that he’s literally made your knees buckle.
‘Sorry,’ you squeak, beaming despite yourself.
‘You really know how to flatter a guy, sweetheart,’ he answers, his voice warming you like a smokey campfire, steadying by his hands on your hips.
‘We should probably go before Ellie comes back for us,’ you say reluctantly.
Joel huffs, ‘Ain’t gonna hear the end of it if she does.’
‘Something tells me you won’t be hearing the end of it tonight anyway,’ you tease.
He chucks you gently under the chin, his eyes soft. ‘Let’s go, sweetheart.’
‘You’ve made yourself scarce,’ remarks Lucy as she ambles up to you with a glass of wine running low. ‘Where you been, hon?’
‘Had some trouble with the cake,’ you answer vaguely.
‘Sure,’ she winks at you, unconvinced. ‘If we’re calling him that.’
Right on cue, Joel strides across the lawn with three plates to join you. ‘Thought you might want some of Pin’s carrot cake.’
‘Such a gentleman, Joel Miller,’ chirps Lucy, making what can only be described as a 'thirst face' at you when his back is turned to her.
‘Thanks, Joel,’ you smile at him, letting your fingers graze his deliberately when you take the plate from him.
Saluting you with a forkful of cake, he says, ‘Thank you for bakin’, sweetheart.’
You watch as his lips close around the fork, dragging the cake clean off the slots, cream cheese smearing the corner of his mouth. He frowns, as if in deep pain as he chews, Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows.
‘Okay?’ you ask nervously, your slice still untouched.
‘Perfect,’ he declares, already having a second, bigger bite. Knowing he doesn’t have a superfluous bone in his body, your chest warms at his words.
‘Wait a second,’ Lucy interrupts, bringing up her plate to inspect it closely. ‘Why does the cake look all wonky?’
‘Don’t know what you’re talking about, Luce,’ you answer coolly, taking a bite yourself.
Humming around a mouthful of moist crumb, the sweet carrot balanced out by the tangy frosting, you meet Joel’s eyes in the soft glow of fairy lights, and he flashes you a conspiratorial smile that makes you grin.
More notes: On Ellie - I was so so nervous about writing our resident teenage badass. I hope I've done her justice, I certainly had a lot of fun writing her introduction to Pin! If you're interested in a detailed deep dive into my process writing this chapter, I do recommend you read the Behind the Seams for this part ❤️
I also went back and forth on the tone and style of this chapter a lot. I wasn’t happy with the way it read, probably still not 100% happy. I like the way Seams and Threads were written better, but the fact is that this chapter is a very different setting and narrative compared to the first two, so I’m trying to be too hard on myself.
So, I have some ideas for where the story will go from here, but nothing concrete. As I've mentioned, I see this fic as more of a loose-fit series, so there's no overarching plot per se, but there's definitely a lot of room for future episodes of these two - I mean, they haven't even done the deed yet 😉
Comments, asks and reblogs are greatly appreciated as always! Thank you so much for reading, I'm so excited to hear what you guys thought of this chapter 😘
#fuckyeahseams#seams iii#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller x you#joel miller x reader#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x fem!reader#joel miller imagine#tlou fanfiction#the last of us fanfiction#pedro pascal character fic
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Salutations Archivist,
It has come to my attention that you have a pair of unsavory items you wish to dispose of permanently. Specifically, the snowglobes.
I have been researching how to undo very similar enchantments; a very close friend of mine was locked in a pendant that held a vignette of her in her art studio. I managed to release her, but for some reason the art she made while in there is still small...
On the night of the next full moon, if you would kindly leave the snowglobes inside the container of your choice (it can be locked if it makes you feel better, it won't be a problem to me) and place them under the tallest maple tree on campus, I will do my best to 'melt' your worries away. LOL. (Is that how one uses that?)
My messenger (a red tailed hawk) will retrieve it by morning. When I have broken the enchantments, I will have him return and place a small tin key in the same spot.
-sincerely, The Locksmith
You can expect both snowglobes, and a third, bonus snowglobe on top of that, on the off-chance that it will be helpful.
The first: the globe containing a scenic cabin, a tree that changes with the season, and a terrified resident trapped in there for unknown years.
The second: the globe containing a perfect model of the main campus, which affects local weather systems when shaken, with potentially catastrophic effects.
And the third: a much simpler globe, containing a small campfire burning in defiance of the snow drifting down around it. It warms the area outside of it when shaken, although the glass grows cold enough to burn bare skin.
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Modern OFMD Headcanons: Jobs/Hobbies
Stede - Obviously runs a hotel with his boyfriend Ed. Does a lot of work at the front desk.
Volunteers at the library and reads to kids (may have been told off once or twice for being too loud and working the kids up too much.)
Ed - Obviously runs a hotel with his boyfriend Stede. I feel like he does a bit of everything around the hotel, like he's never in one place, one minute he's helping out the catering staff, the next he's in his office doing paperwork and then off having a chat with random guests. He just wants the hotel to be successful.
Not really a hobby, but loves taking Stede to the aquarium for little dates when they have the time.
Frenchie - Lives in a van, and plays small gigs at random bars/clubs when he can. Busks in the daytime.
I feel like his van isn't neat, but also, not messy, like it's organized in his own messy way.
Jim - For some reason, I feel like Jim, Archie and Oulwande go along with Frenchie on his gigs, maybe to help set up and all that, and also just to cheer him on. (Frenchie groupies, lmao, jk.)
Also does special effects make-up, loves to practice on Archie
Archie: Just wants to be near Jim, but she also loves the nightlife, bars, clubs, anything and she's there, as long is Jim with her, of course.
Zheng - Runs a soup kitchen in her spare time with Auntie. Loves to go along with Oulwande to Frenchie's gigs.
Oulwande - Volunteers at said soup kitchen as much as possible, when he's not with Jim and Archie.
Lucius - Is an artist, basically lives at the local art studio. Loves to just sit at the park and sketch.
Black Pete - Works as a welder or locksmith. Always bringing home small gifts for Lucius when he finishes work.
Wee John - Is a tattoo artist by day and a drag queen at night. Maybe he does a little bar-tending here and there.
Izzy - I get fitness vibes, idk, possibly owns a gym, does a little personal trainer work, but had to slow down a bit after losing his leg. One time while getting tattooed by Wee John heard about his drag shows and went and saw one just out of curiosity and fell in love with drag right then and there.
Spanish Jackie - Runs a nightclub with her bartender husband, The Swede.
Buttons - Is a fisherman with a small boat of his own. Keeps pigeons, and has named all of them. Would live in the enclosure with them if he could. Also likes to befriend stray pigeons
Roach - Is a line cook at a small diner, and sometimes sleeps in the diner when he doesn't pay rent at his apartment (I feel like he forgets sometimes.)
#ofmd#our flag means death#ofmd headcanons#modern ofmd#modern our flag means death#ofmd stede#ofmd ed#ofmd frenchie#ofmd jim#ofmd archie#ofmd zheng yi sao#ofmd oluwande#ofmd lucius#ofmd black pete#ofmd izzy#ofmd wee john#ofmd spanish jackie#ofmd buttons#ofmd roach
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Can't get out if my head
poly ship hc and their poor habits
South: he literally will use everyone's stuff (a hc @kingvile has now stuck with me) it'll be anything too from socks, underwear, to even deodorant you'd be walking by one day and see him showering but you get a familiar scent and see South lathering up his hair with your shampoo. He's "borrowed" taiju clothes cause he's the only big enough he tried it with mitsuyas shirt once but he's ripped alot of them to the point that mitsuya has a separate closet that has a special keypad lock on it.
Taiju: this is me but man is FORGETFUL idk if it's one to many kicks to the head or what but you've had to call a locksmith at least a dozen times cause he's locked his keys in his car. Not saying he forget important things like birthdays and parent teacher meetings but it'll be like you tell him to defrost the chicken when he gets home and he forgets and yes you've caught him on more than one occasion running hot water under the ziploc bag of chicken to make it defrost faster.
Mitsuya: will neglect his own health to finish ANYTHING whether it's a due date for a commission or even him cleaning the entire house. Someone has to be there to remind him to eat and take a break cause if not you'll catch him again passed out on the kitchen island with a spotless kitchen and his stomach growling. You ,south and taiju will have to lock up his home studio for a whole day if it gets to a point he hasn't eaten or slept in two days (you'd call the person he's been commissioned by and explain)love him but you've had too many days of him burning out to the point of exhaustion
#tokyo revengers#taiju shiba#tokyo revengers taiju#south terano#tokyo revengers mitsuya#tokyo revengers x reader#mitsuya x taiju x reader#tokyo revengers south#tokyo revengers south terano#mitsuya takashi
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Housano's Live-A-Half Assed Summaries Presents: Welcome to the Black Masquerade Parts 5 and 6: ACAB= All Chassards are Bastards
CW: Live a Hero Spoilers, Suicide Mention
I lost the cord that connects my phone to the laptop so I'm afraid no pictures on this recap. That and I'm tired.
For Part 4 Click Here
Part 5- What's your function, corruption?
So we are almost caught up to the present situation with briefly before where the Chassard agent is trying to provoke and accuse us of stealing the Pauderna. During the body check, they find a piece of the Pauderna in our suit/dress (!) which means somebody slipped it in there and that's proof enough it was either us or the villains. Giasal speaks ups and says he doesn't give a flying fuck about a dress, he just wanted to fight...okay I know I made a Genshin joke about him, but he is the Live a Hero equivalent of Childe. Still we are suspect #1 in the eyes of the Chassard. However, Astosis works his magic and convinces them to release Nessen and Yohack as: Nessen was not part of the original group and came to join by happenstance, and Yohack was not the original contracted operator and had to fill it so even if there was a plan, he would not be privy to that.
Which brings us back to the present where it seems any justification or evidence is insignificant, as the Chassard are hellbent on accusing us of the theft because their beliefs are the law of the land. In other words, Cloges is Twitter. So we are paraded out and it's announced that we are the culprit that has stolen the Pauderna and have been found guilty (technically we are supposed to get a trial, but it's more for the motions than actually proving our innocence). But hark! Our locksmith and dummy thiccums have returned to free us and have proof we were set up. Giasal even gets freed and starts going to town on that smug bastard. Giasal, you are no longer on my shit list for having a name that starts with Gia-, you are my motherfucking ride or die now. Anywho we go back to the ballroom where Yohack and Nessen reveal a hidden passage.
Part 6- I wanna see the receipts
In the sewers that look similar to one we would fine a certain king avoiding his duties we get updated on what they have discovered. In the streets shortly after being released, Yohack is depressed and Nessen asks him what's wrong. Yohack comments how our beloved protagonist's sitation is eerily similar to what happened when him and his parents were banished from Cloges. He said his parents ran a very popular clothing store where they brought in a lot of outsiders and incorporated various technologies along with Cloges traditions. However, an odd request came to their studio during the last Waning Festival, where they were requested to repair Pauderna, but were arrested with the accusation of trying to damage Pauderna. Evidence was produced such as scissors with their fingerprints on it, and they were immediately stripped of their citizenship and banished from the planet. Nessen inquired if it's painful to be back, which Yohack said not really. As thanks to leaving, he met a master locksmith and learned his craft and that Astosis and a lot of the townsfolk still believed them even after the evidence was produced.
This reminds Yohack that Asostis was the one who oversaw his parent's trial and remembered the words Astosis said about how he hasn't forgotten his parents and that the memories are still in "that place". Yohack immediately takes Nessen to Astosis' office. He mentions how he used to sneak in through the window when he was a kid. Astosis gave him a spare key after his father changed the locks, and told him to break in anytime. Though he has a tad more gut than back then, he's able to get through and let Nessen in. We learn that shortly after the trial of his parents, Astosis father committed suicide due the public stigma from it and Astosis worked his way to become an extremely prominent lawyer.
They conclude that the proof must be tied to Yohack's parent's trial and try to look for the court records. They search everywhere but couldn't find anything and conclude it must be in the safe. After several attempts at the pins, Yohack realizes that Astosis told him the code when he said "I haven't forgotten your parents": the date they were sentenced. They find a drawing of the venue which shows the hidden passage which was near where Pauderna was displayed. Yohack then discovers the safe has a false back and in it his parents case records with several notes and receipts that to the surprise of no one, the evidence was fraudulent. However, what is even more interesting is that the fraudulent evidence goes back several generations. With this they rusk back to save our protagonist from the show trial.
Now that we are caught up and in the hidden passage, Nessen theorizes that the real culprit must have snagged it when the lights went out and brought it into the secret passage. Yohack theorizes that they are doing to this purge anyone who isn't born of Cloges, such as his parents and rig the evidence as a means to justify removing them. Yohack said that Chassard originally represented the will of all people but has progressively radicalized to be only those born on Cloges and remove any "undesirables". Yohack goes on to say some sage wisdom in that it's fine if you feel that way and keep it to yourself, but when you take it out on people who have done nothing wrong and suppress anyone who opposses you, that's where he draws the line and wants to put an end to their tyranny.
We then go out to be prepared for battle only to find Giasal having the time of his life. He comments how pathetic the Chassard are and how they hope to win with numbers rather than skill or strength. Astosis tries to stop everything but the Chassard Bastard from earlier demands that Pauderna be produced. Suddenly Maculata reappears holding Pauderna and says it's time to reveal the truth....in Part 7.
Welcome to the Black Masquerade Parts 5+6- All Chassards are Bastards- END
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Ron's Gone Wrong - Inspirational Environment Concept Art and World-Building Examples
As I plan to base my work on the style of Locksmith Animation Studios, I decided to have a look at the initial concept art created for their 2021 feature film "Ron's Gone Wrong" for concept art style inspiration.
Here is the link to a website I found that contains lots of their initial environment concept art pieces:
Here are also some shots of the set created for the environment from the actual film that I found really inspirational:
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State of the WIP Address
I was really hoping to have something up this week, especially since I finished my big project and should theoretically have more free time. But my boss has been logging extra hours and then there was that storm the other night and I had to hide in the basement and the dog peed everywhere and I’ve had loved ones with sickness and crisis happening and my wifi went out last night and I’m prepping for a work trip/vacation next week...it’s been a mess.
But. I’ve been doing what I can. I’ve got some proof under the cut.
Completed this week:
nothing. sadness.
A list of what I’m concentrating on right now:
Thief x Locksmith 6 - I really wanna get this out before I leave on vacation. (see below)
Dieter. INFILA Scene 4 (see below)
The first of the Pats Kiss and Tell Sessions.
Proof that I’m working on Thief:
The periodical lowers slowly to reveal brown eyes. A prominent nose. A greying beard and mustache that frame just the shadow of a smirk.
“You’re looking for the book.” He has the audacity to show no shame at being caught.
“And you’re watching me do it.”
“The pleasure’s all mine.”
This pulls a corner of your mouth up and you take the opportunity to reveal your family name, as does he. A two-word exchange across a zipline of locked eyes.
“So are you here to offer to help me, or were you planning on letting me do all the work and then running off with the answers?”
“Who said I was after the book?”
Your eyebrows are the next to pull. “So you’re here for me?”
“I think I might be.”
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Proof that I’m getting distracted by Dieter:
Due to some scheduling efficiency (and probably an investor pull), you’re scheduled for the table read at a conference room in CBS Studios. As you flash your pass at the gate and park your car, The Farmer’s Market and The Grove disappear behind the studio complex.
It’s not that you haven’t been back there since that first day, it’s just… the combination. The Grove. CBS. Dieter.
It’s good you arrived a bit early. The pressure of the first read–with all the cast, the writer, the producers in the room–has you riding the edge of your excitement threshold and just about anything’s bound to put you over an emotional edge.
But you know what’s going to happen at this read today. You know that Dieter will put it all together too. You can almost hear it now, “This remind you of anything, cakes? Grove? CBS? This is some full-circle shit, right?”
Yeah, Mr. Bravo. This is some full-circle shit.
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Passwurdz and Daylyt. [16] Locksmith met his childhood friend Left on the basketball court of their junior high school. [3] In 1996, the two formed The Frontline. In 2002, the duo appeared on the Watch Out Now mixtape, along with several other Bay Area rap prospects, one of which was Oakland rapper Balance. [4] In December 2002, Locksmith and Balance appeared for the entire duration of a Saturday night broadcast of The Wake Up Show on KMEL, hosted by Sway Calloway, King Tech and DJ Revolution. Astonished by their performances, Sway commented, "These cats don't sound like regular Bay Area dudes." To which, Balance responded, "It's a New Bay."[17] Led by The Frontline and Balance at the forefront, the New Bay movement included The Team, Mistah FAB, The Federation, Certified Ryders, San Quinn,
F.E., and Esinchill. [18] It gained further momentum in 2003 following Locksmith's appearance on MTV's MC Battle in which he shouted out the "New Bay" in front of a nationwide audience. [4][18]
In February 2004, The Frontline signed a deal with E-A-Ski's label IMG. Between 2002 and 2004, the duo had released three mixtapes.
They released their debut studio album, Who R You, on October 12, 2004, which peaked at #48 on the Billboard Independent Albums chart. [191
On May 10, 2005, The Frontline released their second studio album, Now You Know, whichs CLONES
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When to Call a Professional Locksmith in Studio City?
Calling a locksmith in Studio City can be necessary in various situations, but it's essential to know when exactly to reach out for their services. Locksmiths are skilled professionals who specialize in handling locks, keys, and security systems. You may face different locking issues and situations when you need support from professional locksmiths in Studio City.
Locked Out Issues - One of the most common reasons to call a locksmith is when you find yourself locked out of your home, car, or office. Whether you lost your keys, accidentally locked them inside, or the lock is malfunctioning, a locksmith can help you regain access quickly and efficiently.
Broken or Damaged Locks - If your locks are damaged due to wear and tear, attempted break-ins, or other reasons, it's important to have them repaired or replaced by a locksmith. Broken locks compromise the security of your property and can leave you vulnerable to theft or intrusion.
Lost or Stolen Keys - If you've lost your keys or had them stolen, it's crucial to call a locksmith to have your locks rekeyed or replaced. This prevents unauthorized individuals from gaining access to your property using your lost or stolen keys.
Upgrading Security Systems - If you're looking to enhance the security of your home or business, a locksmith can help you choose and install high-quality locks, deadbolts, and security systems tailored to your specific needs.
Emergency Situations - In case of emergencies such as a burglary, attempted break-in, or a lockout late at night, a reliable locksmith in Studio City will provide 24/7 emergency services to assist you promptly and ensure your safety and security.
Calling a locksmith in Studio City is essential whenever you encounter issues related to locks, keys, or security systems to ensure the protection of your property and peace of mind.
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CINDY BUSBY AND DAVID GRIDLEY UNCOVER HISTOY AND ROMANCE IN ‘LOVE IN ZION NATIONAL: A NATIONAL PARK ROMANCE’ A NEW, ORIGINAL MOVIE PREMIERING MAY 20, ON HALLMARK CHANNEL
STUDIO CITY, CA – April 26, 2023 – Cindy Busby (“Marry Me in Yosemite,” “Chasing Waterfalls”) and David Gridley (“The Duff,” “It Takes Three”) star in “Love in Zion National: A National Park Romance,” a new, original movie premiering Saturday, May 20 (8 p.m. ET/PT), on Hallmark Channel.
Lauren, (Busby) assistant curator at the Denver Museum of Natural History, has just received an exciting donation to the museum’s Native American Collections – a set of Anasazi wedding vases. But not everyone is as excited about the donation as Lauren. The benefactor’s grandnephew, Grady Hollingston (Bourke Floyd, “The Locksmith”), plans to contest the donation, claiming his great aunt had no right to give away such valuable family heirlooms. Lauren believes that based on the design of the vases there is a fourth vase that is missing from the set and if she can find it in Zion National Park herself, she can make the case that the vases should be returned to the Pueblo Nation. She heads to the park where she meets a local ranger and native Puebloan, Adam Proudstar (Gridley). Adam is at first skeptical of Lauren’s motives, but reluctantly agrees to accompany her search for the missing vase. When they arrive at their destination, they discover that Hollingston has also started a search of his own. Believing that they failed and have run out of time a disappointed Lauren and Adam prepare to part, despite growing feelings for each other, but perhaps not all is lost when a family secret is revealed.
“Love in Zion National: A National Park Romance” is from Johnson Production Group. Timothy O. Johnson and Joseph Wilka are executive producers. Robert Ballo serves as producer along Robin Conly is co-producer. Sam Irvin directed from a script by Bryar Freed and Jacob Cooney and a story by Conly.
#love in zion national#a national park romance#hallmark channel#press release#cindy busby#david gridley#hallmark movies
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AINI character profiles
I was reading some interviews with Okada, and it turns out he introduced three characters in each interview. I copy-pasted them into this post along with their full-body renders because I feel like a lot of people haven’t seen this stuff. I’m not re-sizing the images to make them all fit nicely (sorry) so click on them to see the full thing.
Tokiko – VA: Laura Post – Japanese VA: Yoko Soumi – President of Naixatloz Japan Branch The president of Naix Japan. A believer in Simulation Theory, she sincerely believes that the world she lives in is fake and was created by someone. According to her, the purpose of Naix is to find a “seam” that should exist somewhere in this world, to bring down the false world, and to lead people to liberation.
Chikara – VA: Frank Todaro – Japanese VA: Mitsuru Ogata – Director of Horadori Institute of Genetics A brilliant scientist who established the Horadori Institute of Genetics at a young age. The institute mainly researches DNA treatment and gene therapy. As the investigation of the Half Body serial killings progresses, the Institute’s involvement with the mysterious “Bats490” video, suspected to be related to the case, emerges. As the director of the institute Horadori also becomes a target of ABIS’s investigation.
Masked Woman – A mysterious person. Appears to be female based on body shape.
Lien -VA: Y. Chang -Japanese VA: Hidenori Takahashi -Unemployed – A young man who frequents Matsushita Diner, Lien was there when Ryuki went to the diner as part of his investigation.He had recently lost his job, and was alone at the diner, mourning his loss, but found love at first sight with Kizuna and proposed to her on the spot.
Fans will remember internet idol Iris, also known as A-set or Tesa, as the bright and peppy teenage girl who was internet and social media savvy. Her interest in the occult and urban legends is still strong. Now, Iris is a senior at Sekiba High, and she is also part of the dance studio. She witnesses the sudden appearance of half of a dead body alongside Mizuki.
A brand new character for the sequel, Kizuna is part of Iris' dance club and a good friend to her and Mizuki. She is the daughter of an extremely rich family.
Another new character, and a professional comedian. His TV appearances haven't been very successful, but he has made a living as a quiz show host. He was the host of a webcast where the right half of a dead body suddenly appeared.
6th Grader. Komeji’s son. His parents are divorced. He lives with his poor comedian dad, but despises him. In the same grade as Mizuki, but doesn't seem to have much contact with her.
Owner of Brahman World Cuisine. He runs a restaurant called Brahman in Golden Yokocho. Always wears a mask for some reason. His cooking is excellent. The restaurant is frequented by members of ABIS.
Made Café Maid. A Sekiba High Senior and "Mermaid" at Sunfish Pocket. She has a sharp tongue, but is never really malicious. She's in the school dance club with Iris and Kizuna. A regular at Brahman and close with Gen.
(Me taking over) I find it interesting that most if not all of these characters are as they appear in the past/Ryuki’s story based on gameplay screenshots. The only person I remember seeing future!Mizuki with off the top of my head is The Masked Woman.
I remember the character introduction yt video describing Lien as a locksmith, so maybe he’s unemployed in the past and then gets a job in Mizuki’s time?
Odd that Iris is re-introduced to us while none of the other old characters are. Hrm
I learned some new things from this, like Tokiko and Naix’s beliefs and goals, that Komeji and Shoma are father and son, and that Kizuna comes from money. I like how much context these descriptions add.
Edit: about Naix, the purpose of the Hidden Bats experiment is probably to test bugs in the “simulation”. One of the secret messages in the ARG talks about how superhuman abilities are considered glitches in The Simulation, so they could be testing the subjects’ SHIFT abilities to locate and break that seam Tokiko wants to find.
Edit 2: looking back on the box art, I think those designs at the bottom might be the Mizuki-time ones. Amame and Kizuna, who are teens in Ryuki-time, look different, like Kizuna is missing her hat for example and Amame seems to have her hair down instead of pigtails. I remember people mistaking Shoma, who’s Mizuki’s age, for Ota. But the adults don’t look too different. Either Tokiko’s at a weird angle or she gets a haircut.
Interesting that that Masked Woman isn’t on the box art as her own thing. Implying that she’s one of the people already there, perhaps?
#ai nirvana initiative#aini#nirvanai#nirvana initiative#masked woman put away those grippers#can we please make a widely accepted unique tag for both ai games?#ai series#ai games#something like that? I don’t wanna put aini only stuff in the aitsf tag#ai the somnium files Nirvana initiative#aitsf#ai the somnium files#cause these are two different games y’know
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Liste de mes longs métrages préférés
Spiderman : New Generation - Marvel
Spiderman No Way Home - Marvel
Your Name - Makoto Shinkai
Le château dans le ciel - Studio Ghibli
Le château ambulant - Studio Ghibli
Demon Slayer : le train de l'infini - Ufotable
Dragon Ball Super Broly - Toei Animation
Frère des Ours - Disney
Lilo et Stitch - Disney
Peter pan - Disney
Frozen 2 - Disney
Ratatouille - Disney
Raiponce - Disney
La princesse et la grenouille - Disney
La planète aux trésors - Disney
Volt : chien malgré lui - Disney
Dragon - DreamWorks
Les cinq légendes - DreamWorks
Shrek - DreamWorks
Spirit l'étalon des plaines - DreamWorks
Arthur et les minimoys - Luc Besson
Ron débloque - Locksmith Animation
Sing 2 - Illumination
Gloups ! je suis un poisson - A. films
Jappeloup - Christian Duguay
Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain - Jean-Pierre Jeunet
Sauvez Willy - Simon Wincer
Cruella - Craig Gillespie
Forrest Gump - Robert Zemeckis
Retour vers le futur - Robert Zemeckis
Kill Bill - Quentin Tarantino
Pulp fiction - Quentin Tarantino
Star Wars - George Lucas
Rocky - John G. Avildsen
Charlie et la chocolaterie - Tim Burton
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Art Direction Brief for my 3D Animation Project
For my 3D animation project, I will be designing and creating a variety of exotic creatures that are adapted to convincingly look like they should belong in a future-world environment within different biomes. The location will be based on Little Island in New York. The creatures found in my future world will range between mammals, reptiles, birds, fish, and invertebrates who will, in turn, form their own eco-systems. The creatures will survive by living either underground, in caverns, in tall rock formations that have naturally been created, or in the water that will flow through the Island. They catch their food by hunting each other or foraging for the fruits grown naturally within the forest. Some species will hunt in groups whilst others will be independent hunters or foragers. As my creatures will be based on exotic animals, the environment will need to feel exotic too. My future world environment won't have your normal seasons, instead, each section of the Island will be split into different biomes that will remain the same all year round. The weather will be different per section to suit the biome. The Island will contain a range of different exotic plants (native to the future world), as well as Carnivorous plants, Coral-like plants, and Fungi.
I will design everything in a more cartoony style rather than going for a realistic look using a similar art style to Locksmith Animation Studios (or a studio with a similar art style) as they are who I would like to work for as a 3D artist/modeler upon graduating.
I am also considering the environment as it is due to environmental factors such as climate change that have led to the world becoming uninhabitable for human life. Only the creatures that have evolved to live in this new environment can survive. Human life no longer exists, and the plantation there has become larger than life. As this new world is untouched by humans, there are no sustainability issues so life there thrives and grows naturally.
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