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meteora-fc · 1 year
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Cho Gue Seung having to turn his phone off bc he got too many marriage proposals after going from 20k to 1.6M followers on instagram is one thing, but him learning Portuguese just so he can swear at Ronaldo in his own language is a whole other level of legendary
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spotofimagines · 2 years
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Moments Alone ~ Mason Mount
A/N: I was looking through my drafts and found this sitting there finished. The Women’s EURO has been hectic so here’s a nice calm domestic fic with Mason to bring the tempo down. Enjoy :)
Warnings: none - reader’s gender is not specified
Summary: You’re both up early in the morning, but sometimes that is the most golden time to be awake.
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It’s Monday morning, so that means one thing: you’re tired.
You are stood in the kitchen resting back against the corner of the counter and Mason is stood facing the counter beside you. The kettle sits boiling in front of him and both his hands lay on the marble as he looks out the window to spy on people outside, particularly captivated by one man and his dog.
His left-hand drummed a random tune with his fingers whilst his right-hand lay palm up. You're preoccupied scrolling through Instagram as your right hand draws gentle lines on Mason’s skin. Your fingers trace up and down on his palm, venturing to his forearm every now and then, even going all the way up to his bare shoulder a couple times then back down to where you started. It was soft and slow and second nature to you.
As your fingers ran over his wrist and back to his palm again, he looked down from the window and watched you move against his skin. He took a deep breath and sighed out, still tired from the sleep he'd not long woken up from. 
His fingers stopped their light drumming as yours circled his palm slowly, clearly not concentrating on the movement as much as he was by the way the speed and direction kept changing. The feeling of you against his warm skin always sent butterflies to his stomach and it was the same this morning, his heart struggling a little more to keep up the longer you went on and the further up his arm you travelled. It didn’t matter whether you did it here in the kitchen, lounging on the couch, trying to sleep cuddled in bed, waiting in an elevator - it always calmed him and made him feel fuzzy at the same time. Because it was you. The feeling was you. And he loved it to bits.
Your hand moved to lay flat on his and he heard you start typing something on your phone, now completely captured by what was on your screen. Mason just smiled, small and sleepy, probably not even realising he was doing it, but it wasn’t for anyone to see. 
Even when you weren’t concentrating, your hand found its place in his like a puzzle piece. How it was meant to be. Your palm flat against his and your fingers hanging off the edge to lay on the counter. 
Mason just squeezed his fingers around your hand, rubbing his thumb along your skin a few times as he ran his other hand through his hair. 
He was starting to wake up now, slowly but surely.
You kept typing, a less steady pace than normal since you only had one hand, but you squeezed back against where your body joined him. He was sending you that silent message, one full of love and appreciation, thanks and gratefulness to be with you. You didn’t even need to be awake to send it back to him straight away.
When the kettle clicked, it took a moment for Mason to take his hand from yours. He didn’t want to leave that space, he wanted to keep your warmth and love and the feeling of you touching him for as long as possible. But he also desperately needed this cup of tea.
Reluctantly slow, his hand slipped from yours to grab the kettle and pour the water into the two mugs. Except the feeling of you didn’t leave him. Your hand went up his arm and landed on his shoulder, rubbing your thumb on the back of it absent-mindedly for a moment.
As the kettle went back down, your phone joined it, switched off and forgotten. You trailed your hand down his bare back before pushing yourself up to stand behind him, your arms circling his waist. You felt Mason hum in content as you lay your head between his shoulder blades.
He was warm and relaxing, and as your hand lay against his toned stomach, you could feel yourself melting into him piece by piece. You closed your eyes, still tired yourself from the late hour you stayed up with him last night. It wouldn’t take much for you to fall asleep again right now, pressed against Mason in the quiet room, feeling his breath make his torso rise and fall in rhythmic beats.
He was mixing your drinks whilst your hands kept moving just a little bit against his front, one part out of habit, one part out of comfort, and one part out of keeping yourself grounded and awake.
When Mason had the teabags out, he picked his mug up and turned his attention back to the window. The woman and her kids across the road were getting into the car for school now, and he smiled at the youngest boy bouncing around on the drive. His empty hand found itself on your forearm now, rubbing up and down in slow soft movements. One day, he thought to himself. One day.
He took a sip of his tea and hummed after it went down his throat, relishing the first boost of life for the day. One more sip, then he put the mug back down and started to turn his body around, his left arm going up and over your head to go behind your back. Your arms loosened but didn’t move from him as you raised your head from his body.
As soon as he was fully facing you, he had you wrapped up in both arms and pulled as close to him as possible. You smiled widely and dropped your head to his chest as you tightened your own arms again. He kissed your hair and lay his head on top of yours before squeezing you a little tighter. He closed his eyes and smiled at the sound of your quiet giggle. The hum of comfort couldn’t help but leave his chest before he let his thoughts turn into words.
"I love you, you know," he whispered as you both started to sway on the spot a little, "So much. Just love you so much." His hand was moving up and down your back slowly whilst the other wrapped firmly around your waist.
You grinned and rubbed your thumb against the skin of his lower back. "You only tell me that every day." You muttered jokingly.
Mason nodded against your head, his eyes still closed in peace. "I know, its 'cause I mean it." He mumbled and pressed a kiss on your head again. "Never loved anything like I love you."
It was something he'd told you countless times, something you had trouble believing could be felt about you, but when he said it, and kept saying it like that, how could you ever doubt him?
"I love you too, Mase." You replied quietly, sincerity dripping off your lips, "more love than stars in the sky for you, honey."
His chest rumbled from the low chuckle he gave at your words. The words you'd first said to him at 2am, drunk outside a kebab shop, waiting for a taxi to take you both home from a night out. But words that never lost their meaning to this day.
Moving your head back, you looked up at him, seeing his tired eyes open and shine down at you. He’s far too sleepy to pretend he's feeling anything other than pure adoration for you right now.
You plant your feet on the floor to stop your swaying and lean up to share the sweetest kiss, low effort in the early morning but high emotions fuelling it. Not the craziest kiss, nor most passionate kiss you’d shared; it didn’t need to be. It was just as perfect as the others as it was.
You lift your hand to his jaw and peck his lips a few more times afterwards, smiling at his closed eyes and dazed look when you stop. You rub your thumb on his cheek and he just keeps his eyes closed, perfectly content to stay exactly where he is. Your hand snakes round and squeezes the back of his neck gently.
"I think we'll be having an early night today, hm?" You uttered, smirking at him when his head dropped onto your shoulder and his arms wrapped tightly around you once more, sneakily letting a hand fall on your bum. Ruffling his hair with a laugh, you let your other hand work its way down to the waistband of his sweatpants at his side, poking your thumb under it and snapping it against his skin. He jolted and groaned at the temporary sharp pain while you took advantage of his arms loosening and pushed his shoulders away from you.
Mason’s hand grabbed your hips before they could leave him properly and he tried his best to frown at you before a smile started creeping back. You shrugged your shoulders with a smirk and joked, "I've got a cup of tea that’s getting cold."
He shook his head at you with a growing cheeky smile as you stepped to grab your mug and your phone. His hand was glued to your lower back whilst you moved. When Mason turned to grab his mug and you kept moving away from him, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pyjamas this time, pulling you back a little to stop you from leaving his reach. 
You giggled as you tried not to spill any tea on the floor from the sudden movement, waiting for Mason to start moving with you. You faked a glare at him over your shoulder a second later for almost causing the spillage, to which he shrugged and hid his grin behind his mug, snaking his hand to your hip as he started plodding his steps behind yours into the living room.
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snaxle · 3 months
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btw if a trans man decides that they want to get pregnant and you're not normal about this and start spewing a bunch of transphobic shit i show up at your house and beat you to death with a baseball bat
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shinybulbasaur · 10 months
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frostedpuffs · 5 months
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HAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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butchdykekondraki · 3 months
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14k moonwalker
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ispyspookymansion · 6 months
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BOO!
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oh sorry….come in…..hello…welcome to my halloween party ^_^ feel free to take a piece of candy and a goodie bag before you go okay? have a fun (and nostalgic) halloween season!!
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dogdayafternoon1975 · 4 months
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the first indication this is fake is the commentary included in the quadrilogy boxset is just the commentary he did for the 20th anniversary in 1999, the second is there is zero evidence for this outside this website and this specific reblog, however im insufferable and must know the truth so im currently watching the ridley scott “quadrilogy boxset” commentary right now . see u in 2 hours maybe
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nattousan · 1 year
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i love people's willingness to get hype over dumb shit.
I was driving home today and pull up to a light. As i'm slowing down i 👁️👁️ lock 👁️👁️ eyes with the dude in the car next to me. I spring into action, this is the moment I've been waiting for.
Now, something you must know about me is I drive around with several small plastic 🦀crabs 🦀 on my dashboard, One: for the whimsy of it all and two: on the off chance i encounter another driver who i think could benefit from witnessing them.
This young gentleman was one such someone.
As i pull up, as previously stated, our eyes lock and I hold up one☝️ finger☝️
Perplexed by my unprompted gesticulation, the young man rolls down his window, "what the devil could this perfect stranger be about to tell me?" he might have been thinking.
I present a singular dashboard crab, green and brown, homely but not without its charm.
I study his reaction, grinning encouragingly. He's nodding, obviously intrigued by my plasticine crustacean.
I wag my finger and shake my head, removing the crab from view. Confusion again, but he leans forward, invested. I have him now.
I grab my second dashboard crab, a rotund white and brown crab, easily the most beautiful of my crabs as it sports large discernible claws of an attractive size and silhouette.
✌️ TWO ✌️ i tell him.
He's cheering now, and rightly so, as these are delightful little beasts that anyone would be happy to encounter. But now comes the clincher, time to seal the deal.
My finger wags once more. He's awestruck, I have him completely enraptured. If a car had come and smeared us both into the pavement we would not have noticed, so wrapped up in my display were we.
I bring out my showstopper: a bright pink spider crab with delicately long legs the likes of which had never before nor since been seen in mid afternoon traffic.
As emphatically as i can express, I display all three of my dashboard crabs to this man, three fingers pressed triumphantly to the glass.
the guy is losing it in his car, mouth wide in what i assume to be a primal shout of crab derived excitement. His arms are pumping so vigorously its shaking his stationary vehicle.
We sit there, sharing in a moment of mutual jubilation, and then the light changes, and we move forward in line. He drives off, honking his horn in rapturous exultation,
and we part ways, exactly the same perhaps but changed nonetheless.
🦀
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Beautiful from Ordinary Days
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bastardiando · 9 months
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posting across the targetverse here bc it did numbers on twitter
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meteora-fc · 8 months
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PLS 😭
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greyphitus · 3 months
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Hey guys
There's a post going around about something called the "Invertebrate Studies Institute" needing help. A few comments made on the post made me curious, so I checked it out and it seems sketchy to me. (ETA: the post's OP is now aware of the situation and is trying to rectify things on their end, and are ok with my post getting more exposure. Read the notes for more info too!)
The institute is a startup and the owner has displayed misogynistic behavior. He made a company and received "$1.3 million in research grants from the USDA and Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation" in 2011, but there aren't any research papers listed on the ISI website more recent than 2012 (sources: ISI website, People Behind the Science podcast transcript, All Things Bugs LLC webpage). It's possible his research is still a work in progress, but I would expect to see some genome sequencing work at the least since that seems to be a major focus.
Also, it's possible to ship frozen specimens in dry ice and have them be fine. Even stuff for molecular work and genome sequencing. So the inability to get help from other research groups, to where they're asking for a local freezer plug-in, is a bit weird to me.
Some screenshots below the cut, didn't screenshot everything since it's mostly just text, but I did cite the sources if you wanna read them yourself.
Not sure what the overall point is of this post is besides "seems sketch to me" but I saw a lot of people worrying on the initial post so I wanted to at least mention this stuff.
Comments from the tumblr post which sparked my initial concerns.
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Screenshots from the LinkedIn link, with the initial contact and follow-up legal threat.
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Screenshot from the ISI website talking about their facility and "initiative" (I noticed a lot of the wording on the website sounded like they hadn't done significant research, which also gave me pause).
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And, for fun, the CDC guide on shipping frozen specimens.
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clown-owo · 10 months
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been replaying the Portal series I think this is where its heading
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t4tails · 7 months
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its so funny when people put quotes around childrens show like. no adventure time isnt a "childrens" show. its a childrens show. you like a childrens show. its a show for children. a good show for children. you can like shows despite not being in their primary audience. you are an adult watching a childrens show. its okay
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soyochii · 5 months
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2am satosugu if you even care🙄
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