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raapija · 3 months

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Just a regular day

Fernando Alonso/Lance Stroll

No warnings needed, just fluff <3

It's been a long day at the karting track and Lance goes to find Fernando to take him home.

This is part of the pookie au ->

Lance stretched back in his chair and yawned. He was finally done cataloging every piece of paper and recording everything on the computer database. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his watch.

"Half seven..." he mumbled to himself and relaxed for a moment longer. He looked out the office window and down towards the track. The sun was setting and painted the sky pink. It was so quiet compared to just a few hours before with about 20 karts speeding around the track and dozens of family members and friends cheering for them.

Lance could see some movement from the other side of the track where the garages and storage buildings were. He sat up to see better and could make out a familiar figure wheeling along one of the karts used in the race. Oh, Fernando was still working on something. The Canadian decided to wrap up his things and head down to see what he was doing. The whole building was empty, apart from a little old cleaning lady tidying up the offices. Lance said his good byes to her and made his way outside.

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"Hey," Lance said as he stopped at the garage opening, looking at Fernando hunched over the kart he had been moving. "Whatcha doing?"

Fernando peered up and smiled as he saw Lance, his hands busy loosening some screws. As he looked back down, his face contorted in frustration as one of the screws wouldn't come out. "The engine was making a sound so I'm just checking it."

"It's almost seven, we should go home." Lance said and walked over to him, crouching down and watching Fernando tinker with the engine. The Spaniard's hands were covered in black oil and grease and Lance thought it made him look quite rugged. In a good way.

"Yeah, it's not gonna take long. You can go if you want to. I'll get a ride from someone." Fernando said and Lance huffed.

"I'm not leaving you here, you'll stay the whole night. Besides, it's only us and Juanita still here. And she can't strap you onto her Vespa." the Canadian said. Fernando chuckled and then pointed towards a toolbox off to the side.

"Well, help me then and we'll go." he said and Lance reached for the toolbox, handing Fernando whatever he needed. They worked together on the engine with Lance giving suggestions on the possible fix and Fernando trying them out. Finally, they found the right part that was causing the noise and Fernando ripped the whole thing off and changed in a new one. They fired up the kart and were satisfied to hear it run smoothly.

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"Well!" Lance chirped with a clap as Fernando got up to clean his hands. It was almost eight now and he was feeling famished. They had only had a quick lunch break between practise and qualifying and that was almost 7 hours ago. "Can we go home now?"

"Yeah, sí." Fernando said as he wiped his hands clean with WD-40. Lance grimaced as he knew how rough Fernando's hands would get after that. The Spaniard rinsed his hands with water and then walked over to Lance, pulling him close by the waist. He looked up to Lance and gave him a warm smile. "How was your day?"

Lance smirked at him and loosely wrapped his arms around Fernando's shoulders. "Fine. Busy, but fine. I had a lot of fun actually."

"Yeah?" Fernando hummed. Lance could see how tired he was, eyes all droopy and his whole being a bit disheveled. "A lot of official, very important race director business?"

"Yeah, sure." Lance laughed. His job for today had been to keep a record of everything happening on track. Participants, timing, possible penalties, finishing positions... It was a lot but he was pretty good at handling ten different things at once. And he had a couple people help him that worked full-time at the museum, so it wasn't really all that bad.

"Hmm..." Fernando hummed again and got up on his tip toes to give Lance a good and long kiss. Content with the smooch, he slumped back down and rested his forehead on Lance's shoulder. "Take me home, por favor."

"Okay..." Lance said and held him for a bit longer. Fernando smelled like oil, petrol and sweat, not the best combination of flavours but Lance loved it. It reminded him of his own karting days in Canada.

"Come on, then." Lance said and they let go of each other. They gathered their belongings and closed up the garage. It was pretty dark outside with only a few lamps lighting up the track. They walked hand in hand, talking about what they were going to have for a late dinner. Lance loved these kinds of sweet moments with Fernando. Nothing but them and ordinary every day conversation. Like they weren't famous F1 drivers with a million eyes on them at every waking moment, but just a couple of regular boring people with regular boring lives. Oh, what he would give for it to be like this always and forever. But then again, driving an F1 car was pretty nice, too.

"Lancito, churri?" Fernando called for him gently and Lance broke out of his daydream. He had fallen a few steps behind and now had to catch up.

"Yeah, yeah, coming." the Canadian hurried over to the car, throwing his things on the backseat as Fernando held the door open. They then went to their own respective places; Lance on the wheel and Fernando riding shotgun. It didn't take long after pulling out the parking lot that the Spaniard already fell asleep. Lance listened to the radio on low volume, driving along an empty road and cherished the moment once more. Him and his husband going home, the home that they had bought together. Just regular people driving back to their regular home. It was perfect for him.

▹.࿙𝆤𝆤࿚'𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤'࿙𝆤𝆤࿚.࿙𝆤𝆤࿚'𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤'࿙𝆤𝆤࿚.▹

Thanks for reading <3 I've been thinking of writing something with the karting school for a while now and finally got inspired enough to do it. Hope y'all like it 🥰

#strollonso #pookie au #lance stroll #fernando alonso #f1 fic

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eppysboys · 7 months

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Can you tell us about the film Harry and Ringo’s Night Out? I don’t think it’s ever been released, and plot details seem scarce. Why was it shelved, what was it about, and how were your artworks to be incorporated with the live-action footage?

"If you look it up online, it’s described as being a documentary film about Harry and Ringo’s wild night life. It wasn’t.

Harry and Ringo had done a movie called Son of Dracula. They had so much fun, they thought they’d like to do another. I wrote a synopsis of a movie I thought would work with who these guys were and the rapport they had. To be honest, I don’t remember where the title came from. They liked the treatment and asked me to write a full script, which I did. They made some changes, I made some changes, they made some changes, and after a while, we had a script everybody liked.

Early on, they decided they wanted it to be a live action/animation movie. Let me say, right from the start, I was way in over my head. I had no film experience. But they had faith in me and that was enough to make me believe I could do it.

The story – the short version – involves Ringo and Harry being sucked into an alternate reality in a place called Rockland, populated by a bunch of famous rock stars. Music is dying and these two were on a mission to save it. When they entered Rockland they acquired sidekicks. Ringo’s was the cherub and Harry’s was a wisecracking crow. Harry did the voice of the cherub and Ringo did the voice of the crow.

I designed the characters and painted the backgrounds. We contracted a couple of animators, on the sly, who worked at Hanna-Barbera to do the animation. The live action was shot on a Paramount sound stage in front of a blue screen. I directed the live action.

The sky, throughout the full three minute pilot was speeded up live action cloud formations, which was very cool. When it was complete, Harry and I went to Warner Brothers after hours and he worked on a moviola, editing the piece together. Harry picked the sound track, and we had a film to shop.

It went to a few studios but there were no takers. A live action/animated movie would have been a major undertaking and an expensive one at that and no studio wanted to bankroll a film starring the Beatles drummer and a pop star that had never performed in public… and the project was dead. I think the finished pilot went to Harry. I still have most of the backgrounds, cells and live action with some bits and pieces.

It’s never been seen in public and never will. I think no one will see it because nobody cares. It was done and over. I’m only guessing it’s with Harry’s family. It also might be with Ringo or Michael Viner (who died in 2009) who funded it. Whoever has it, it has been over 40 years and that ship has sailed." (Artist Tim Bruckner, 2015)

Eppy's Note: You can see a teeny tiny clip of promo for it here, and please take the time to scroll down to the comment section, there's very delightful exchange between two commenters.

#my personal burning of the alexandria library tbh #bro..what if we made a movie where we're best friends...and we each have side kicks...that are also played by each other..#Ringo Starr #Harry Nilsson #Tim Bruckner #quotes #Ringo #Art #'I had no film experience. But they had faith in me and that was enough to make me believe I could do it.'#once a beatle always a beatle <3 #Films

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splatsvilles-fashionista · 9 months

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Splatoon 3 Version 4.1 Patch Notes Breakdown

Yesterday, we got the Patch Notes for Version 4.1, releasing in a couple of hours. Let's take a look at them real quick, because there's some very interesting stuff in here this time around!

Starting with the Main Weapons section:

Aerospray got an ink efficiency buff which is almost hilariously irrelevant, because this weapon farms its Special so quickly that it'll never run out of ink anyway. It matters more for Silver Aerospray, which gets more shots after a Fizzy Bomb, which is nice, I suppose.

Splattershot and N-Zap got the exact same change, a 17% accuracy buff. Worth mentioning is that because your spread is tighter this is technically also a paint nerf, though not a significant one.

I'll be honest, this buff was not necessary. N-Zap is a very relevant weapon in competitive player, and both Splattershots see a ton of play as well. So they didn't need this, but in the same vein I also doubt it'll change their standing too much. There's been some doomsaying over these buffs, people predicting the return of Splatoon 2's Shooter meta and such, but that meta was as much about the Specials as it was the weapons, with the spammability of Ink Armor in particular pushing a lot of weapons out of viability entirely. Ink Armor isn't in 3 (thankfully) and so we won't have a repeat of that. Still, not a good look when Shooter bias is a constant discussion in the community, but that is a conversation I really don't want to have, so let's move on.

Splattershot Pro got its paint increased by 8%, which is very nice for it. It's a weapon with a lot of weaknesses, its mediocre paint being amongst them, and this will help with that while also offsetting Forge's enormous Special cost a bit (no seriously, why is this weapon still 210p?)

Luna's shot deviation while jumping was cut by quite a bit, though I am unsure how much this actually matters, since this was a weapon that played around hitting indirects a lot anyway, so it didn't mind the RNG that much. Still, actually shooting where your crosshair is more reliably isn't bad at all, so it's a W for Luna players.

Dynamo's white ink frames were reduced by 10, which is nice but not really the buff it wanted, I think. Dynamo's biggest flaws at the moment are its aggressive damage falloff (At max range its vertical flicks do 40 damage, which is so little that it doesn't even 3-shot people who are swimming in their ink due to passive healing.) and paint RNG on the horizontal flicks which makes it very inconsistent.

Still, this isn't nothing. Less white ink means you have less downtime, meaning you can actually contribute more in a fight, and that's good!

Painbrush gets a massive W with a whopping 25% ink efficiency buff. This is is a change that has a lot of ripple effects through its kit, because it can now paint more and get more Specials as a result, as well as follow up on its Curling Bombs more easily. It also means the weapon can get away with less Ink Saver Main in its builds. All in all a very uncomplicated positive change with a lot of nuance.

How many of you even knew Goo Tuber doesn't need a full charge to deal 100 damage? Well now the game is going to tell you. This is a nice quality of life change, but I can't imagine it'll help Goo Tuber mains much, as this is likely something they've likely got figured out already.

Bloblobber gets a simple 10% paint buff, which is not a large buff, but it's still nice, especially since it has a Special it likes to combo with.

Finally, Tri-Stringer gets a small damage increase to its explosives, as well a larger movement speed buff. The damage increase is actually more significant than it might look, because each of the Tri-Stringer's three projectiles deal 35 damage on impact, meaning that if you hit two of them (which is a lot easier than hitting all three) the last projectile can now combo for a clean kill, even if your aim isn't dead on. This is definitively a weapon to keep an eye on now, especially if it gets a good second kit in the next patch.

With all of the Main Weapon changes out of the way, it's time for some Special Points changes:

Clash Blaster Neo and Carbon Roller each got a 10p buff, which is nice for weapons that don't paint well, and I also believe these are the first weapons to get their Special cost set below 180p, as well.

Meanwhile, Rapid Blaster Pro Deco, Tri-Slosher Nouveau, Mini Splatling, and Ballpoint Splatling all got a 10p increase. Ballpoint makes a lot of sense, as it has been quite the menace for some time, and is broadly speaking agreed upon by competitive players to be the single best weapon in the game right now.

But the rest are quite puzzling. The Mini Splatling nerf I can maybe understand if I assume it was a change aimed at low-level play, since it can output a lot of Stamps, and I already speculated that the Stamp nerf last patch was aimed squarely at low-level play, but the other two are quite the mystery. While Tri-Slosher Nouveau is seeing a decent amount of high-level play right now, it doesn't spam Tacticooler anywhere near as much as the N-Zap, which gets them so quickly it can very have permanent upkeep of the buff.

And the Rapid Blaster Pro Deco nerf is just random. Picked via dartboard kind of change.

But enough about that, time for the Sub Weapon changes! There's only two of them, this time.

Sprinkler had its high-paint mode by three seconds, which really doesn't change much. It paints better, assuming you can keep it up for an extended period of time, and that's about it honestly.

Angle Shooter got a 5 point damage increase, putting it at 40 damage. See, now it's starting to be worth it. We're not quite there yet, I think, it'll still be one of the weaker Sub Weapons in the game, but 40 is a much better number than 35, combing with a lot more things. For example, it now combos with two shots from Jet Squelcher, or a direct hit from a Burst Bomb.

And that's all the changes on that front. Let's move onto Specials, because that is where the spice is!

We'll skip right to the only nerf in this section, which is directed at the Inkjet, the part of its splash radius which deals 50 damage. For the record, this stat was increase by 43% back in 3.1, so it's still larger than it was at launch by a significant margin. The buff kind of pushed Inkjet over the edge a bit, as it was very easy to two-shot with its 50 damage splash radius. This reels it in a bit, while still leaving it in a pretty good spot, I think.

Trizooka's splash damage was increased by 20 points, and I actually think this might be a big deal. The splash radius is deceptively large, and now it'll splat in two shots. This will make Trizooka a lot more consistent, as it won't be as reliant on hitting directs to get Splats. Keep an eye on this thing in the future!

Ink Vac's explosion radius was increased by quite a bit. Expect to die to Ink Vac a lot more for a while after this patch hits, if only because you won't be used to the new radius. That said, this won't really solve Ink Vac's problems, as it still incapacitates the player using it for quite some time. It needs a lot of QoL to be relevant still.

And the last changes in the entire patch are some hefty buffs to Super Chump. The maximum explosion damage was increased to 70, and the size was increased by 38%. Additionally, the radius of the 35 splash damage was increased by 20%. These changes can be quite significant, I think, in part because Super Chump can now combo with itself. Three indirects, or a direct and an indirect, will now splat on its own, and with the radius changes Super Chumps are much more likely to hit you multiple times. It remains to be seen, but I don't think you'll be able to just ignore the Chumps the way you could before as they'll now contribute with a lot of potential chip damage.

Overall, I think this is a very positive patch. Aside from the N-Zap and Splattershot changes, all the buffs were a net positive for the game, and it does a lot to rein in the current best Main and Special quite a bit. The Special changes in particular are very exciting, and I am very curious if it'll lead to an increase in Trizooka and Super Chump usage in competitive play.

My biggest worry for the future is what N-Zap is going to do now. With a fresh buff to its Main, its Special output being untouched on one kit and the other getting its Special buffed, it might just have enough power to take over the meta in the wake of Ballpoint. But it also might not, it's still got to deal with its poor matchup against Splash-o-matic, after all, and it remains to be seen how much the Inkjet and Ballpoint nerfs matter.

Either way I think this patch is a positive one, and I hope y'all think so too!

#splatoon 3 #sizzle season 2023 #splatoon 3 sizzle season 2023 #super chump

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moviepixie · 9 months

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Barbie

Subtitle: Is Barbie Worth the hype

Now, I am one of the biggest Barbie enjoyers. I was even contemplating going to watch this in the cinema. I've heard people call this the greatest movie. But I'm here to give you the truth. If you look on the internet, this movie has a three-star review. A balance of five stars and 1 star and hardly any in between. This is my honest review.

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To start with, I believe that the movie had some key points. I did enjoy Barbie because she could be whatever she wanted to be. I enjoyed looking at her life and watching almost every movie she had. However, ten minutes into the movie, I had to take a break. One thing people know about me is that I hate when things get political. Even if you must put it in a movie, I'd prefer it to be subtle and not loud.

The start of the movie felt like a lecture. The whole thing about Barbie's life being perfect every day and Ken's day only being perfect if Barbie looked at him felt too far-fetched. To add to that, there was a line saying that a pregnant doll is just too weird. I don't know what they were getting at but I felt like I was being lectured.

I got so tired of listening that I had to put the movie on 1.5x speed to get through it.

I gathered that this movie is more about Men being bad and the patriarchy being bad. It's also about women being good and the Matriarchy being better. Every single stereotype was rolled into a movie and spat at me as a watcher. Not to mention in the movie when Barbie was told that she sent feminism back 40 years or something, she just ran and cried. It also portrayed men as stupid.

It also has this narrative that in the real world, everyone hates women. There was also a part where they said that Ken was absolutely useless. Look I prefer the original series. I never looked down on Ken nor did I look down on Barbie. I loved how independent Barbie was and Ken didn't have to be put down so that Barbie could shine.

The next area of complaint is that when Ken reversed Barbie land and treated Barbie the way she treated him, she broke down about it She didn't like feeling unimportant which is kind of ironic. Not to mention that when everything fell apart, all she could do was lay flat on her face and sob. Nothing like the Barbie that I remember. I don't mind the sobbing but Barbie was never one to give up!

Not to mention that the solution to understanding all this was to rant about how impossible it was for it to be a woman. Now I'm not going to get into politics because I hate it and I hate talking about politics but this movie was a waste of an hour and 48 minutes of my life.

I went in with as little expectation as possible and was met with a word vomit of why the matriarchy is better and why men are bad and women should be in charge of everything. It wasn't my cup of tea and I'm honestly glad I didn't go and watch it in the cinema. I wouldn't have made it to the end.

I know I’m the end there was some sort of reparation but honestly, I’m over the movie.

Look, you can be anything you want to be regardless of your gender and no matter what you do either as a man or a woman, someone is always going to have something to say about you. Life is difficult for everyone and while Barbie does highlight some key struggles, it doesn't paint the full picture. All it does is show a certain portion that will please society. If the film was not aimed at making a statement then it wouldn't be an issue. The movie aimed at making a statement instead of making a correct statement. Men and women are unique in their own ways and face different sets of problems. That is my own opinion.

I wouldn't recommend this movie to anyone but feminists and quite honestly, it was made for them. I wouldn't watch it again and if not for this review, I would have quit at the first 10 minutes. It’s not my cup of tea. You can promote feminism in a way that doesn't come up as lecturing, you can promote feminism in a way that does not put men down. It's safe to say that I'll never watch this movie again. I will never recommend it to people close to me and unless you're really into blatant lectures on why women have it harder than men, I wouldn't recommend it to you. I would rate this movie a 2.9/10 and that's because some parts were funny to me. It’s my opinion, if you liked the movie then good on you.

Crushes from the movie: you guessed it, none.

#barbie #barbenheimer #barbie movie #the barbie movie #barbie 2023 #should you watch barbie #is the barbie movie worth it?#netflix blog #movie reviewer #netflix reviewer #i review netflix shows #netflix movie reviewer

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beantownbrownie · 1 year

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Here’s a lil’ sneak peek at a nice one; this is my daily, a 2017 Jaguar “X260” XF 20d Prestige. It just underwent a full paint correction and detail in prep for sale on Cars & Bids.

This one is finished in Ultimate Black Metallic over Latte/Espresso with Burl Walnut Gloss and Morse Code Aluminum. It’s equipped with its namesake 20d engine, a 2.0l turbodiesel I4, pushing 181 HP and 318 lb-ft of torque to all four wheels via a ZF 8-speed automatic.

It’s good for a moderate 0-60 sprint of 7.9 seconds, a top speed of 121 MPH, and upwards of 40 MPG. Where its promise really lives is all in the midrange; like most diesel engines, low-end torque is constantly there, but the immense buildup of power that comes on towards the middle of the rev range is what really keeps these pulling and pushing. Couple that natural diesel torque curve with the forced induction of a turbocharger, and this power train comes alive around 1,700 RPMs. Keeping the transmission in S and the drive modes in Dynamic will place the car squarely in that rev band and keep it there as long as possible, always spooling the turbo and maintaining a slightly higher engine speed.

The resulting performance is intoxicating; carving the winding backgrounds of Carlisle, navigating the undulating landscape of Stowe, and overtaking leisurely traffic in Manchester will never once feel slow, or lethargic, or dangerous. You just ease into the accelerator, listen for the telltale whistle, dig in, and feel as an immense surge propels your forward. It’s a charismatic power plant, and one that keeps you on your toes - always keeping you acutely aware of when and where power builds, where it wanes, how it wants to go, and where you can hand off the momentum and torque of the engine to the transmission for a kick-down.

It’s immensely helpful that Jaguar’s complex suspension setup and highly tailored geometry give this car a ride only margins away from a Mercedes-Benz, with the eager spirit of an Audi, and the sharpness of a BMW. With a nearly even weight split, a wider track than many of its primary competitors, and one of the most capable AWD systems outside of Audi Quattro, Subaru Symmetrical, and Alfa/Maserati Q4, and this car definitely poses a unique proposition for the kind of buyer that genuinely wants a nice, daily drivable, efficient, and reliable car, but with all the marks of a sporty and engaging drive, when needed. It’s a car that has usable power at all times, but especially so when you’ve reached the apex of a turn and you rocket out with immediate power on tap, or when you feel the ground rising below you and the car hunkers down and starts pulling like a Mack truck even as it climbs that hill.

In reality, the ingenuity of this car and JLR’s Ingenium engine is that it feels only a step away from a more traditional gasoline engine, but the elements that make it a diesel are not lost either. Its power is similar to any gas counterpart, but there’s far more drama and flair and theatrics with it. In some parts, it harkens back to much earlier turbocharged cars that would drive quite normally until boost kicked in, in outrageous amounts, all at once, and suddenly the entire characteristic of the experience would change. It’s the same reason why I bought not one but two (nearly) identical diesel Jaguars!

After getting t-boned in my XE 20d Prestige, I purchased an E 63 AMG that was flawless in every regard. It was exceptionally well-equipped and was by far the most insane car I’d ever owned, but after barely six months, I sold it and purchased this XF, shipping it all the way from California to Massachusetts in the height of 2022’s wildfires and market inflation, and it’s been a blast ever since.

This one is rather uniquely equipped with options such as the Comfort & Convenience and Technology Packages, plus additional à la carte options, giving it soft-close doors, heated/ventilated front seats, heated rear seats, a heated steering wheel, power liftgate, 10.2” InControl Touch Pro, 12.3” digital cockpit, 17-speaker/825W Meridian Surround Sound, and 19” Axis 14-spoke wheels.

But, with all that said, it is time for another new experience, and with the fun of summer right around the corner, I think it’s time to part ways with this charming Brit for something a little more exotic. So, I leave you now with a few photos that will be featured on Cars & Bids in the coming weeks:

Here’s a quick spot of the engine and some documentation:

#cars #car photography #cars and bids #doug demuro #cars of tumblr #british cars #jaguar #land rover #jaguar xf #turbocharged #turbo #turbodiesel #luxury #luxury cars #sports cars

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beardedmrbean · 1 year

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CAPE CORAL, Fla. – A Jewish place of worship was attacked while worshipers were still inside.

The Rabbi of the Chabad Jewish Center of Cape Coral says an “angry man” used bricks to try and bust in the front door just after their Saturday services ended.

While many of the worshipers had already left, several were still inside, according to Rabbi Yossi Labkowski.

“Then we hear this loud noise,” he said. “I was approaching the door and I see somebody picking up a brick and just yanking it, throwing it at the door.”

The man threw the brick at the front door of the Jewish center several times. Before he did that, he’s accused of knocking over a decorative painting of a menorah in the parking lot.

“He was targeting the Jewish community,” Rabbi Yossi said.

He wasn’t able to break through the impact-resistant glass, so he turned his attention to the Rabbi’s car sitting in the parking lot. Again, using bricks to smash the front windshield and passenger side door.

Inside while all of this was happening was Jacob Ben-Haim. He was among the handful of people, including the rabbi’s son, that was watching as the man, described to be in his 40s or 50s, attacked their holy place.

Jacob: “Four or five loud bangs on the door. So I thought for a moment, somebody’s shooting at the door.”

Gage: “You thought somebody was shooting?”

Jacob: “Yes. I was looking, where’s the bullets? It’s not going through.”

Ben-Haim and others went to the rear door where he saw the man get in his car and speed away.

“I was in disbelief. Disbelief. Could not believe that something like this would happen in Cape Coral,” Ben-Haim said.

Thankfully no one was hurt, but the thought of ‘What could have happened?’ flashed through their minds. Anti-Semitic attacks at Jewish places of worship is, unfortunately, something worshipers at the Chabad Jewish Center of Cape Coral are aware of but hope never happens.

“This person wanted to get in. He was angry,” Rabbi Yossi said. For some reason wanted to get in and who knows, he could’ve been armed.”

Both the Rabbi and Ben-Haim think the Jewish community and their Jewish center were targeted. They both call this a hate crime.

“In my opinion, it’s a hate crime,” Ben-Haim said.

“Absolutely,” added the Rabbi. “The fact that he knocked down the menorah first and then he came to this door. He could’ve went to any other business, he came to this door. We don’t live in fear. We are here and we will continue our work and if we have to protect ourselves, we will protect ourselves.”

The Cape Coral Police Department is investigating, according to Rabbi Yossi. Officers collected evidence, including the bricks used by the man to try and beak in.

The suspect is described as a white man, approximately 40-50 years old, bald and drove away in a gold-colored Ford SUV.

If you have any information that might help investigations, call CCPD or you can submit an anonymous online tip to SWFL CrimeStoppers or call 1-800-780-TIPS.

#nunyas news

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every-dayiwakeup · 2 years

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Here's a small cross over question, if Steve and Billy end up trapped in the Upside Down and somehow time stops, they're preserved at their teenage years, like Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes in ice, then they make it to today's time as teenagers still, I know its not a huge gap like the 40s to 2010s gap, but if you think about the social changes (some places 🙄) between the 80s and 2010s, how'd they react? Favourite things, things they struggle with, etc, etc...I'm here for the long haul.

Oh now you're speaking my language! (Stucky being one of my other guilty pleasures but moving on lol)

I think they both would be very confused about the acceptance of LGBTQIA+, and the terms. It would give them an opportunity to further explore their sexualities and gender identities though, because acceptance of something you've been told for years is an abomination is sooo liberating.

Pronouns. Now, in English class we are taught pronouns, and Billy would probably just say "See, Harrington? I told you school doesn't teach you everything!" The way he sees it, the new gen is expanding what standard textbooks taught.

Billy would be excited to see a man wearing the same shade of lip gloss as him, sporting pierced ears and nail polish. He admires the way the man walks with confidence and purpose, and he tells Steve he wishes he could have that same confidence.

On the topic of openness... which goes hand in hand with toxic masculinity ( a truly suffocating thing), I'm going out on a limb and saying that they aren't used to this wave of therapy, and communication, or being in touch with your feelings.

But this means that they can try things that were forbidden back in their time. Dabble in painting, fashion, makeup... the possibilities are endless.

Now, going by canon, assuming Robin was an old friend (maybe she's a black widow in this crossover?) Steve isn't a stranger to same sex relationships.

Billy however probably didn't know much about his preferences with partners, only that it "was wrong" (shitty times 😒), and his father being a trashy h*m*ph*be, he's understandably a lot more cautious about this- he's relatively new to the conversation. But he's curious, and he's eager to learn more about himself. He has a lot of unlearning to do.

They would probably bitch about how everything is so much more expensive (like the movies, gas, etc).

Steve would want to embrace this new world, and enroll in classes to learn about what he's missed.

Billy wants to be open to learning, but his first concerns would be to find Neil. To find Max. Steve probably realized they were in a different time before he did, because all Billy could think about was Max.

Neil is six feet under, and Max is like 52 (I'm bull with math so 😃🔫). Married with Lucas, and they have kids.

Now that Neil is dead, Max and Billy can really fix their sibling bond. Of course Max is a lot older physically, so it's challenging because Billy is still preserved. So Max is more matured, but seeing Billy brings back the childishness she lost when she thought he died.

She and Lucas help him and Steve out with settling down. Steve wants to move in together, and for Billy, old habits die hard. He's still looking over his shoulder.

Of course the other members of the Party are contacted, and they greet both Steve and Billy with happy tears and disbelief. Dustin would be the first to believe their odd story, while the others would be skeptical.

Steve finds out that Nancy is really sick (she's basically Peggy Carter) and he's torn between past feelings for her (even though she married Jonathan 💀) and whatever feelings he has for Billy.

Billy would struggle with speeding, and racks up tickets like you wouldn't believe. He doesn't have patience for traffic, or student drivers. They both have to renew their licesenses and documents in general. Billy gets his license revoked within ten minutes of renewal.

Steve stays by Nancy's bedside, and Billy tries to be understanding. He tries to keep busy around their shared aparrntment. He attends family therapy with Max and Lucas, and has since decided on getting a therapist focusing on him specifically (it was Max's idea). Billy has a lot to unpack, and therapy can get draining.

Especially because Lauren, his therapist, tends to dig deeper than he's ready for, which sets him off. He doesn't like to be pushed to open up, and she doesn't understand that. He doesn't want to let Max down, though. The way he sees it, its payback for how he treated her, and he's a wuss, like his father said. He should be able to take some stranger poking around his past. And he has a lot of making up to do (his opinion). So he sucks it up, even though he cries at night (that is when he does manage to have a peaceful night's sleep).

When you don't sleep you get extra moody, and Billy falls victim to mood swings. He lashes out at Steve, who should just kick him out on the street and turn his back on him like everyone else has.

Billy eventually gets a new therapist after Steve gets pissed for him and gives Lauren a piece of his mind- which is a new concept for Billy. Usually people are pissed at him. Its kind of nice.

Steve wants to try new flavors of ice cream (he thorough regrets it, because he's just found out he's lactose intolerant).

When Nancy dies, Billy is there by his side, the way Steve has been since they woke up in 2017.

There are two beds in their apartment, and a pull out couch, but they always sleep together. It'd to the point where one cannot sleep if the other isn't close.

Billy thrives without Neil, truly thrives, and he's smiling more. He's learning to communicate when he feels down, or if he doesn't feel comfortable with something.

Steve still takes care of the Party, only he's not the old one anymore. They get stared at when they go out together, but Billy just stares right back at the judgemental pricks until they look away.

They go to theme parks (the "kids" always find a way to get Steve and Billy together somehow) and the Party brings their kids.

Billy is a little skittish around the little ones (he's not sure what their parents have told them about him) but once Mike and Wills four year old daughter Diana (a shy, quiet girl) takes his hand and tugs him to play a carnival game, he grows less uncomfortable, allowing himself to live in the moment. Especially because he can tell Mike is annoyed by the fact that Diana likes him more.

Steve has the freedom to look at Billy without having to be afraid for both of them. His pining is more obvious (just not to an equally whipped Billy).

They are men out of time, and they have all the time in the world.

Mad Max annoyingly reminds Billy, however, not to wait too long.

Billy insists Steve is just being... Steve. Sooner or later he will come to his senses, and kick Billy to the curb.

Steve has no intention of abandoning him, though. Because he's with him till the end of the line (I couldn't resist)

#i chose pre covid era #harringrove #red answers #i totally rambled dude #i hope this answers your question #you said the long haul and im for it 💕

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The Fairy and the Prince #1 + #2 + #3 + #4

Part 1 - Part 2 - Parts 3 & 4 - Part 5 - Part 6, 7 & 8 - Part 9 & 10 - Part 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 & 16 - Part 17, 18, & 19 - Part 20, 21 & 22 - Part 23, 24, 25 & 26 - Part 27, 28, 29 & 30 - Part 31, 32, 33 & 34 - Part 35, 36 & 37 - Part 38, 39, 40 & 41 - Part 42 & 43 - Part 44 & 45 - Part 46 & 47 - Part 48, 49, 50 & 51 - Part, 52, 53 & 54 - Part 55 & 56 - Part 57, 58, 59 & 60 - Part 61, 62, 63, 64 & 65 - Part 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71 & 72

Originally posted 9/1/2022, 9/14/2022 and 9/28/2022. Celebrating the FINIS of this story, I’ll be reposting it in its entirety once a day through February, starting today. It’s queued so that both the original posting and the reposting will come together for the final piece.

Again, thank you to all that read it, that liked it, that let me know so. I never expected to get as long as it did, but well, here we are.

If you’re new to the party, please bear in mind this was originally a speed-writing exercise. Editing has been minimal. Concurrency was a seat-of-the-pants thing, and if the spelling for names and titles matches from one chapter to the next I’m gonna be the first one surprised. All of that is getting cleaned up in post, and this is a story I’m definitely considering self-publishing, if only to see how that goes.

Prince Adam met Linden while escaping his geography lessons.

Geography is one of those things everyone should know and no one wants to learn. The Queen Dowager had commanded that it be taught to the mob of prospective heirs to the throne that she’d gathered in the Royal palace, among with many other sciences and arts. Then again, the same august and childless lady had also commanded that they be taught the finer points of fencing, wrestling and knife-fighting, so everyone had a good, if resignedly terrified idea as to how she meant to solve the matter of succession without actually making a choice and angering a niece or nephew. However, these were also the same people who’d agreed to drop off their kids at the palace and under her supervision.

In any case, Adam had no more fondness for his geography studies than any other of the Princes at hand. He was fortunate, or unfortunate, enough that, the youngest of the candidates at nine years, by the time his geography lessons rolled around the teacher, a dour old priest of the Tree-Father, was either already asleep, or nearly there. All he had to do was read quietly, peeking up, until the man started snoring.

Which he’d done.

He’d only meant to slip out onto the balcony and sit on the ornate stone railing. But the day was lovely and still young, and he’d realized that one of the gutters ended not too far from the balcony, the spout carved like a horse’s head. He’d leapt lightly onto it and charged into many a battle on his moss-painted steed before a nearby cornice had caught his eye. From there he’d climbed several fashionable false arches, like a great explorer over vast mountain ranges. Then he’d leapt and caught an old arrow-slit by his fingertips, and climbed further up, until he could tip-toe along a gutter made slick by decades of rain-feed moss.

By then he was nearly six stories off the ground.

He stalled after having raced along a lip of brick, mortar and stone barely wider than his fine leather slippers, which he’d already thrown off at some point between mountain-exploring and harpy-fighting (there had been three particularly angry swallows with nests under another balcony). The gutter there ended in a fish-head spout, and there the palace itself turned in a sharp corner, rather than a round tower curve.

Adam glowered at the lack of further road in impotent anger. After a few minutes, however, anger grew boring with no one there to look upon it, and he put his mind to more practical concerns. He was a clever young man, forced by circumstance to become even cleverer, struggling to leave childhood behind just to survive the deadly competition he found himself in. He was a lovely child, a little on the slim side, with his father’s curly black hair and his mother’s (and grand-aunt’s) narrow, firm features, black brows and deep blue eyes, pale skin quickly growing pink because no one could keep him out of the summer sun for long.

A decorative ledge above him caught his eye. It was a mirror of the one he was standing on. On his tiptoes, he couldn’t reach it, his fingers just shy of the goal. If he leapt, though…

He glanced over his shoulder. Far below he could just see the tops of the trees, swaying in the afternoon breeze like fretful nannies. Beyond them were the muddy grounds of the expanding Royal Gardens, and beyond that was the dark green smudge of the Hunting Woods. But there was no one to tell him no, and so he leapt.

He caught the ledge, and almost immediately his right hand slipped. The ledge was, he realized belatedly, much larger than he’d expected, and at a slant, meant to shed water off from whatever might lie beyond it. Years of rain had left it as slippery as the gutters.

He tried to find the ledge below his feet, but he was just high enough that his questing toes couldn’t reach it. He tried to grip the ledge once again, but couldn’t find a place that wouldn’t spit out his fingers. His left hand was slipping, and for the first time it occurred to prince Adam that he might have been a mite unwise in his choice of entertainment for the afternoon. Grunting with effort he tried to lift himself up one-handed onto the ledge.

His left hand slipped.

Adam was weightless for a single, fragile moment, the tiny space between his heart beating and his breath catching.

Then he realized there was a small, strong hand gripping his left wrist, and looked up into the face of the most extraordinary creature he would ever meet in his life.

The stranger laughed, a merry and carefree sound, the ringing of cheerful bells. “You’re not very good at this, are you?”

They were wearing mismatched clothing, pants too big and tied with twine around the waist, folded many times over at the leg, shirt worn so thin the sun shining at the edge of the roof behind them showed skinny arms and a slender, graceful neck. Their hair was white and fine, tipped in dark gold, a halo around a fine-boned, acorn-brown face. But their eyes…

Their eyes were shattered glass.

Adam blinked, enthralled. They were brown and green, blue and hazel; it was as if someone had taken chapel windows and made them into eyes, glorious and random and full of lights. He fought to grip the ledge with his right hand, and finally found a spot willing to meet him halfway. “It’s my first time climbing this high up!” he protested.

The stranger, brown and lithe and mismatched in every way, laughed again, glad and guileless, and helped Adam scrabble onto the ledge.

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” the Prince asked.

The stranger jerked back in surprise, blinked pointedly, and then squinted at Adam. “Nothing. What’s wrong with yours?” they challenged.

“Nothing,” Adam replied, flopping onto the ledge, which was far larger than he’d expected, the slate and stone of it sun-warm. “Other than they’re boring, I suppose.” He rolled over, trying to catch his breath. The blue sky above him vanished behind that white-haired face, far too close to his. “Gah!”

“What’s boring about them?” the stranger demanded. “I think they’re lovely. Like a bluebird’s feathers.” They reached out to try and pry at Adam’s eyes, and the prince swatted that hand aside.

“What are you doing? It’s rude to touch people without their permission!”

Fine white brows went up. “Should I have asked permission to catch you when you slipped?”

“That’s different,” Adam sat up, and his new acquaintance, kneeling by him, leaned back on the heels of their bare, muddy feet. “Of course you don’t ask someone if you can save their life, you just do it. But when it’s not important, you should always ask. It’s good manners.” The young prince flopped back down again. “Thank you for catching me.”

“You’re welcome,” the stranger seemed to be mulling on Adam’s words, and once again that fine-boned, brown face filled his field of view. “I don’t think you’re boring. I liked how you fought the swallow-harpies.”

“Have you been watching me all this time?!” Adam burst up to a sitting position again.

“Yes,” his savior admitted blithely. “It was much more exciting than me just climbing to catch the sun.”

“Catch the sun?”

“Yes, see?” The stranger reached into a pocket of their oversized pants and pulled out something that gleamed too brightly for Adam to really see, something warm and golden like fat drops of honey held in the cup of that muddy, small hand. “It’s not a lot.”

“It’s more than I could ever get,” Adam replied, intrigued. “I didn’t even know you could catch the sun like that.”

“Well, it is tricky,” they admitted, a delicate fluster on the brown and high cheeks revealing faint green freckles as they pocketed the sun drops again.

“What do you even do with it?” Adam asked curiously, examining his feet and finding them incredibly filthy; for some reason this pleased him immensely.

“I bring them into the woods, where the normal sun doesn’t reach.”

“Oh, that would be so helpful to everything there!” Adam exclaimed, and his companion flushed even deeper, all unnoticed. By the time the young prince turned to face them, they were sitting cross-legged next to the boy. “By the way, I’m prince Adam Lestrelle. But it’s fine to just call me Adam.” He offered his hand, trying to make the gesture very grand and grown-up.

“Oh, Adam’s a good name. Better than Prince, anyways, there’s too many Princes here, it’d get confusing really quickly. I think you might be the only Adam.”

“I am,” he admitted. “I’m also the youngest. And you?”

“Ugh.” The stranger took Adam’s hand; their grip was strong, dry, warm, like wood softly polished by age and use, and warmed by summer daylight. “Me too. I hate it. There’s nothing good about being the youngest.” They licked their lips in thought, and then nodded, seeming to have come to a decision. “You can call me Linden.”

“Like the tree?”

“Yes.”

Adam considered. “It suits you.” He leaned closer a bit and sniffed, making Linden look at him curiously. “You smell like them, too.”

Linden shoved him. “Of course I do!” They sprung up to their feet, and offered a hand. “Come on, then. Palace won’t climb itself!”

There was a challenging, welcoming grin on Linden’s face, as bright as the white of their hair. Adam grinned back, took their hand, and let them help him to his feet.

***

By the time someone noticed the youngest prince in the palace was missing, it was suppertime. By the time he was found, seven people had been fired, three had been threatened with beheading, and the Dowager had written increasingly scathing letters to the monastery that provided her with teachers. Adam was dragged into a bath, sunburnt and windburnt and eyes full of wild glee, soot-black from where he’d made his way into an unused chimney and climbed down and out through the hearth. Linden had shown him the chimney, and watched him begin his descent. “Be careful, Adam,” they’d warned the prince, those shattered eyes gleaming in the setting sunlight. “I can’t catch you if you fall here.”

“There’s steps, it’s fine. A baby could climb this. Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Maybe.” Linden had laughed. “You know where to find me.”

He was grounded, and quickly forgotten once again. The problem with that, of course, is that it’s hard to keep a young boy in a giant palace grounded if you start ignoring him. He slipped out through the cellar once, when he’d been given punishment duty there. The master-at-arms lost track of him in the training yard, busy with the older boys whom he actually had faith in. He climbed up the beams in the stables when he was supposed to be doing punishment detail shoveling hay, and slipped out through the open shutters where hay bales where shuttled back and forth. Twice he climbed out of windows, his own and the one in the secondary library. He nearly fell once.

Linden was always there to catch him, with a merry laugh and those shattered, many-colored eyes. The palace rooftop and the cool dark woods were their playground, and they went everywhere together. In shallow cisterns and tiny pools carved out of the stumps of fallen forest giants Linden showed him impossible fish that spoke in tiny strings of bubbles, like pearls from a spilling necklace. They fought with imaginary swords, back to back, defending against savage barbarians and wicked pirates and murderous raiders, legions upon legions of them. It was always his ideas that they chased after, but Linden never seemed to mind falling in with the young prince’s wild imaginings.

In the end, with summer growing heady and sweet and hot, he got grounded for good, his windows barred shut while the sour-faced, pinched-mouthed man that handled the princes made “other accommodations”. His door was barred and there was a guard set upon it, and he couldn’t force the windows open even a little bit. He’d tried to climb out of his hearth, but it shared a chimney with something that had a fire going at all hours of the day.

So he’d hid in the laundry pannier.

The staff panicked. How had their charge slipped out? How had he made it past the guard, the barred windows, the locked door? People dashed in and out, but no one thought twice of the laundry basket, least of all the burly-armed maid that carried it down to the boiling pools of lye water. Someone shouted when Adam squirmed his way free, but in the vast forests of laundry hung to dry hardly anyone could see him, let alone catch him. He scrabbled over a stone wall and raced along the top, leapt onto the low eaves of the kitchen, sprinted away and clambered up a gutter, thanking each water spout he passed by name, as Linden had taught him. He was almost to the top when his feet went out from under him and he slammed against the edge of a steep roof with punishing force, blowing all the breath out of him. His grip slipped.

A strong, tiny, brown hand caught him by the wrist. “Are you ever gonna get any better at this?” Linden accused him cheerfully.

“I hope so,” he admitted, groaning.

“That took forever!” Linden helped him onto the roof, and Adam flopped down on his stomach to catch his breath. “What happened, where have you been?”

“They locked me up.” Adam sighed.

“Uuuuugh!” Linden dropped to sit next to him, playing with the black curls of his hair. “Are they even allowed to do that? You’re their prince!”

“I’m one of, like, fifty princes, Linden.” Adam felt himself relax at last under that familiar, friendly touch, like a bird making a nest of his hair. “And I’m the youngest. I’m never gonna be king, so they don’t care.”

“If they don’t care, why’d they lock you up?” Linden sprawled on their back next to him.

Adam turned his head to look at them, frowning a little as he put his words together; that, he’d learned from no teacher in the palace, but from his mother, who hadn’t wanted to leave him behind. “Because I made them look bad,” he explained at last. “When you’re a prince, they have to know where you are and what you’re doing, always and always. And if I told them about you, they’d say it’s too dangerous and wouldn’t let me do any of it.”

“That’s so dumb.”

“Right?” Adam was silent for a long moment. “What about you? What does your family think of me?”

“They think I’m very silly for spending time with you,” Linden tucked their arms under the gold-tipped burst of their white hair. “But they’ve always thought I’m silly.”

“You’re not silly!”

“Well, of course not.” Linden looked pleased at Adam’s staunch and immediate defense. “But they think everyone that’s young is silly, and I’m the youngest, and you’re the youngest. So we’re twice the silly.”

“Ugh.” Adam was very familiar with that sort of thinking, and kept as much distance between himself and it as possible.

“And who cares what they think anyway.” Linden whipped upright. “Now come on, I found a stork’s nest!”

Adam sprung up to a sitting position. “With storks?!”

“How else would I know it’s a stork’s nest? Come on!”

***

He came back, of course, he had to. Hunger brought him back.

“Are they going to lock you up again?”

“Probably,” Adam admitted as they meandered over the narrow edge of a high partition, soaring high above a private courtyard on one side and a small kitchen’s garden on the other. “It won’t be forever,” he told Linden when his friend’s face fell. “I’ll find some way to get out, I promise.”

“What do they even want from you?” Linden demanded. “If you’re not going to be king, why can’t they let you be?”

Adam found that an excellent question and, when he was dragged once again before Master Leminy, after the sour-faced, prune-mouthed man was done with his shouting and berating, he asked it. The Master of Scions swelled up like an angry toad. Adam would know, he’d recently made the acquaintance of several of the creatures.

The truth of the matter was, Everidge Leminy had tried to get Adam sent home. Repeatedly. But he couldn’t very well explain to the Dowager why he wanted the boy gone without admitting that he was balking the entirety of the palace staff and, mostly importantly, master Leminy himself. Admitting to such a failure might well cost the Master of Scions his job, and the rank and power that came with it. The first time he had excused it as the teacher’s failing. There wouldn’t always be someone else to blame, and the Dowager would not eschew even one boy. There was talk of a prophecy, of a fairy curse that she was trying to escape, ergo there being no children of her own. But master Leminy was too busy a man to believe in fairies.

He did believe, however, that the shameless, reckless brat before him would keep on vanishing. No one could watch a child every moment of the day; no one should have to, which made it all the more infuriating, because Adam was forcing him to do exactly that, and falling behind in his studies to boot. The latter wasn’t terrible, it could be readily excused by his youth, by having to compete with peers who in some cases more than doubled him in age. But eventually someone would make a comment to the Dowager, and she would start asking questions of Master Leminy.

Faced with uncomfortable risks and unwanted variables, Leminy shifted tacks. He clapped his hands and pressed his laced fingers to his mouth. “Prince Adam. It occurs to me that your life in the palace must be unbearably boring.”

Adam, who knew grown-ups never speak to a child with that sort of make-believe respect unless they want to set a trap, was instantly on his guard. “It’s alright,” he admitted neutrally, wary.

“You’ve no peers,” Leminy replied. “No one to do childish things with. I believe Prince Rickard is… thirteen?”

“He’s twelve,” Adam replied. And a bully, he didn’t add, but gosh he was thinking it very loudly.

“Just so.” The Master of Scions kept from gritting his teeth at being corrected, but it was a close thing. “I will make you a deal. I will find friends for you. I will set aside time from your schedule so you can do,” he flapped a hand, “whatever it is children do. But in exchange you must attend your lessons without fail.”

Adam nearly cried out agreement in delight. But as his many escapes made clear, he was a clever young boy. “How much time?”

“Three hours every day before supper.” Which were hours Adam would have had free anyway, until new teachers could be found from the monastery; the Dowager’s letters had not impressed them. “But you will have to make them up; no more free mornings during the end of the week.”

Adam chewed on his lip restlessly, his hands in his pockets. In one of them Linden had thrust an empty snail shell, and he ran his fingers restlessly over the rim. Was it a good bargain? It sounded like one to him, but the source made him nervous. And would the Master of Scions stick to it? He had no reason to. He could throw Adam up in a high tower cell and leave him there forever, until his hair grew as long as his nails and he forgot what the green world looked and felt like. “I don’t need paid-for friends,” he murmured.

“Of course you do! Every young boy needs friends!”

Adam saw the trap then. They wouldn’t be friends; they would be Lemony-Leminy’s spies. That made much, much more sense. And so, as graciously as he knew a prince should, he agreed. They both left the meeting quite satisfied, even if Adam was being marched off to another punishment detail in the kitchens, and Leminy was off to wrangle an impossible little urchin’s schedule into something suitable for a would-be king.

***

Summer quickened into fall, and then into winter. Linden warned Adam that they wouldn’t be able to come once the snow fell, and the young prince spent the time after their last parting forlorn behind the glass-paned windows of the palace. For lack of anything better to do he applied himself to his lessons, half forgotten during the golden warmth of better days. He found in himself a surprising aptitude for things he’d learned with half an ear and a tenth of the interest they should have been originally given. His teachers didn’t question their good fortune; they merely rushed to catch him up while they had his attention.

The ‘friends’ Lemony-Leminy had promised him had come the day directly after his talk with the Master of Scions, and they were no better or worse than Adam had expected. Older, of course, he’d expected no different. Unfortunately for master Leminy, when you might grow up to be a king, the politics of getting people to do what you want them to do take up a good part of your education. Adam made it clear to the three boys that if they left him alone and asked no questions he would return the courtesy, effectively getting them paid for doing whatever they wanted with their afternoons. All they had to do was meet with Adam briefly after his lessons so they could agree on a likely tale to tell anyone who asked, and not get caught the rest of the time.

Two of the boys had been thrilled with this agreement. The third tried to stick to his purpose, until he discovered that it entailed trying to follow the young prince as he climbed up walls and raced along roofs like a squirrel. After falling one time too many, he wisely gave up before he hurt himself irredeemably, and contented himself with scowling at the young prince every time Adam took off through paths best suited to cats and thieves.

Winter left him stuck with the boys, and while they weren’t bad sorts, Adam couldn’t forget that they weren’t his friends. They were paid to stick around, paid to tell master Leminy what he did with his time, paid to try and keep him busy. He’d offered for them to accompany him in his lessons, but while all three had agreed, it quickly became obvious the only one with a real interest was Beliwick. To the other two boys it was just time spent away from unwanted chores with a valid excuse.

“Is she pretty?” one of the boys asked one afternoon, his voice just this side of a taunt.

Adam jerked back to reality. He’d been staring out the window at the snow-choked grounds of the palace, willing spring to arrive faster, hoping for just one sprig of green, one touch of color, to let him know his best friend would come back soon. “Who?” he asked in confusion.

The two boys, Dane and Oliver, where sprawled by the hearth playing dice. Beli, who’d been painstakingly reading one of Adam’s math primers, a gift of the prince to him, glanced cautiously at them and then ducked his head low.

It was warning enough for Adam, who dragged himself with an effort to the present.

Oliver, the oldest of the boys, snorted. “Whatever girl you’re pining after.”

“Ugh,” Adam made a face to go with the groan. “You’re getting too old to be my friend if you think I’m interested in a girl, Oliver.”

The smirk went right out of their faces, and Adam saw Beli hide a grin.

“I’m waiting for spring. I’m tired of being inside forever and forever,” he explained.

Dane flopped on the warm slate before the hearth. “The whole world is,” he agreed easily enough. Dane was not a bad sort; he was simply lazy. He would always agree with whatever was easiest. “Winter’s dragged on this year.”

“Well, it needs to drag away faster,” Adam groused.

Winter, of course, would be rushed away by no one, but it eventually did give way to spring. By then, much to his teachers’ astonishment, Adam had caught up with and surpassed a few of his peers in his academic studies. It didn’t occur to most of them that it was because he had nothing to do but read.

Rain fell on the day of his birthday, rather than snow, and he took comfort from it. He was invited to tea with the Queen Dowager, who asked the questions expected of her station and his studies, and seemed distractedly pleased over a boy from whom she expected very little, if anything at all. Just before supper he was dragged before the Master of Scions, along with prince Rickard and four more miscreants, one of them Dane. Everyone ended with punishment duties to go along with their black eyes and bloody lips, but since it was the first time Adam had landed a punch on the older boy, he counted it an improvement and the best birthday gift so far.

#the fairy and the prince #linden and adam #linden the fairy #adam the prince #fantasy #fantasy writing #writing #original writing #my writing

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So we're talking about the boat and he said just in case the seats will be there but it's his idea just have people put the seats on take other stuff out it's quite a ruckus out there and they're doing it fast and we saw ships out there before and they were retrofitting it a little bit with similar stuff but in the main area but now he says you go in and you get movie theater seats somewhere and we have a ton of them and you just take everything out and throw them in and it is much better it's the way to go even if you have to go all the way across the Gulf you'd never make it if it was just rooms with people laying all over the damn place it's so disorganized it's evil people get really sick from laying down on the floor it's too cold it's steel and I found out the hard way I had to chills and I'm healthy most of the time and our friend is too and he did that once too so it's really cold and he didn't do it for too long I remember too it said wow that is some cold steel and that was it now we are moving out a lot of people and it is really the morlock who are moving their own and they are going they're going fast and they needed these chairs it'll seat about a thousand instead of 500 and comfortably instead of a miserable absolutely girls trip just to Tampa and it takes around 2 hours no they're saying 1 hour and a lot of it is going out of the harbor which they might speed up and it's not a bad thing it'll blow out all that crap so we might give them temporary permission and they're loading up all of these chairs right now they said it's about half and it's a lot it'll take about an hour but they'll have them all in and they're laying it out right now and they put down spray paint believe it or not and they just put a little Dot and it's really easy and boy it's going to be nice what a great idea my grand nephew had you bolt them down he saw that the seats are in groups and he said well he just remembered it from the haircut place and here we go it's going to be much easier trip for everybody and they do about 20 trips in a day it's not that many but a lot of people need it cuz they don't have transportation and I'm going to start running buses school buses believe it or not he said it too you'll never find enough for those buses but you want to charter those for the higher ups and they said okay and they went ahead and started chartering all these buses there's really only about 30 of them and he said everybody else is going to go in the school bus but they come back and forth but still it's only 40 people a bus ride so that's like 1200 people times 10 or something still 10,000 people with this it's a lot but really if you have to wait you're going to be in trouble so they have the school buses and it's labeled and then they're labeled as to which one you go on and we're going to use schools and we're going to use other places and we have to get the hell out of here too apparently at some point we might have to go on the same bus that's going to be a joy and he says depending on what's happening he might have to go in there with us and bring what he can I guess he has some documents that are important he's got his cable box LOL his computer doesn't really work that great it doesn't really have a ton of stuff TV is going to break soon I cannot bring the e-bike nobody can and we do have rules you have to have cash and you have to have a credit card and she has that and we have goals and all that but he doesn't want to do that and if we can all help it we're not really taking control that well and minority or not it seems to be Max and foreigners and his people are in there and you can't tell there are some big fellows okay and it could be his people in Max and they're very dangerous and a friend knows it so to all I wish you the best and I feel bad that this happened you seemingly won't either and it's a grudge match but these people need business and we got to get the hell out of here shortly

Mac daddy

And some people worry about him and we do but he doesn't seem to be too worried and he went to China and is surrounded by Chinese and we do get that they did take care of him and helped him I have to attach that they were right on it and they're very fastidious people but these masks are tough and big and it looks like in movies that China doesn't even do that well there are others but we do know that the odds are not so good but he says is going to he says it's like you have to move I will but doesn't want it I guess he can find some place somehow I know putting a dress somewhere at a post office box and something like that you probably find a place but it's really not normal for this to happen and he can change his address later yes in case is what he said and we were already retrofitting but didn't have that idea and put TV in each room and this TVs everywhere so people are bringing their TV and donating and the ones that have a certain catv and please call and ask we'd be happy to inform you if it's compatible or not we want you to call first but we do want to donation and you'll be noted as someone who donated to the cause and it is great this idea is not bad okay it's going to help us and it's educational and we're putting big TVs in all of the departure temporary stay areas. It'll be nice it'll tell us what it tells people what to do and it's coded so we are going to have a much better time and we have places to go

Trump

I am helping a bit to get this out but he doesn't want to get hurt and these people and he knows that and a lot of people fall under delusion and they wish for things to happen and just doesn't seem to be and we know he likes to keep it straight and people don't want him to is just a nightmare you think you might be okay with foreigners we don't have a great place for them to go for him to go and it's kind of deteriorating there and foreigners are noting that and they might come and help right now it's not a great help but we're leaving anyways so we wish everyone the best please follow our instructions and protocol we wish to get out of here intact and not cause much trouble. If you are taking the cruise ship there's room for one bag about 3 ft by 2 ft roughly it's the largest bag and almost sets of luggage you can put it right in front of you yes that's where most people put it it's very organized and it helps it's also a safety issue it won't go flying all over the place and we don't have to sort it and the same thing happens and it's very convenient we have food and drink and when you're taking a trip to Tampa we have one lunch it's a soda and a sandwich and could you bring snacks yes please bring snacks and drinks and please deposit all the trash into the receptacle and yeah I'm nervous this is helping me out that people would help out and I want to help out and this is doing it we have about half of all of the cruise ships fitted out and we have four and we're going to look at the troop transport to see what kind of shape the engines are in and he he seems to remember that they move it around and they keep it running and it wasn't there all the time and we do know that but we're going to make sure and check the insides out I have a report and it looks good and damn good and it has bunks and everything and we do have patrols out there if anyone has a fast boat we do need patrols to watch out for crabs and sharks and other so please record into duty if you want to help with this relocation effort otherwise we do need supplies for the boat trip all of it needs to be new and store-bought today if you would please this is not a pantry type deal we need canned soup a large ones or preferable if you have the small ones that's good oodles of noodles please no our friend are suggesting meets raviolis chef boyardee and we agree the big cans would be great and as many as you can get those give you sustenance believe it or not he survived doing it in his legs felt better at night we do need oranges and bananas juices would be great we need refrigerators and big ones that you can shut and lock or latch we can put a makeshift latch on there but we need a big double like York type and we need a bunch of them. Those donations will be accepted from now until a few days from now but within the hour or two would be perfect but all day and all night for the food and and other things perishables too we need a lot of bottled water mostly we need purified water we don't accept the spring water anymore it was getting people sick. And any brand of purified water as well as long as it's new and please don't clean out the shelves we don't have that much room but if you come on board we'd welcome donations and we can go to your car and pit and pull it out with a forklift or push cart and we'll handle that part of it so remember even the snacks for yourself even sandwiches and things but nothing that's perishable to be donated we need canned food and bottled water except for a fruit that we need a lot of fruit for people need that energy and potassium now we also need Dramamine if you have some or can get some thank you very much we do appreciate your help and all racism and anybody else caught up in it but mostly it's us

Terry c

We do see this and we're doing it all over Florida soon the world will have all these movie theater chairs we are bringing them in in trucks right now it's a great idea and we really needed it and he said we can use them on Battlestar Galactica after you just have to put seat belts but it's probably true now we're figuring out very funny Chris but we are fitting them out and we are getting ready for a large scale evacuation right now we have 40,000 calls it's the people going around causing trouble

Bja

Haha okay I was laughing and then my husband said Robert Shaker says get out so I guess they're leaving

Hera

Hehe boy it's a funny day but no

Robert shaker

Hey there suddenly the good guy again no but your people yeah and yeah we need them out of here this place is a damn nightmare

Daniel

We have to leave too pretty soon maybe so it's nice these ships will be around and available so we probably won't make sure the service and we'll put a call in every once in awhile make sure to check the oil at each port and other things you have to do and they have to stock up on that stuff he's asking Terry and he's asking Trump and it's good it's going to get stuff and buy it and stockpile it on shore and someone on the board but there's a lot of parts filters and things that need to be changed quite often says they've been doing it and it needs an oil changes it says at night you can do those every night they have to change out all the oil and so they're going to start doing it and yeah it's running kind of black but you can't do it now and this is only going to be a few but no it's probably going to be a bunch so we're looking at the transport in Tampa they're saying it's fine and they're going through the engine and they're getting the they're doing it tune up and they're going to get it going it only hold a couple hundred but that's a couple hundred more people and we're getting the school buses going and we're checking them all changing the oil on all of them and fueling up believe it or not is going on now we're not evacuated but they are and it's a huge number that's going to be these buses will help and it will make it work otherwise no they're doing it downstairs there's about 300 buses in Port Charlotte and punta Gorda for school buses and 30 tour buses that's a lot the school buses will hold 50 which is $15,000 people each trip and the tour buses which is 1500 and that's not bad and the ship's hold all five ships like 4,200 people and it's it's less and takes a lot longer but they do leave and then the planes will hold we probably can get $10,000 an hour and this ain't no it's 20,000 so really we're only up to about 40,000 an hour maximum that means moving it and you really need to get your own transportation now

Mac daddy

I was in the above Terry cheesman and you can see it that whole thing I'm pointing it out for hours to look at it it's a brief instructions on what to do and we need donations of certain things if you call up we have a better list but this is what we need right now

Terry c

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braincognigame · 2 years

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Sell your House Fast In Ohio? H3 Homebuyers

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moon-kn1ght · 2 years

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Can u do a matt murdock professor x reader 🙈 spicy content welcome

games of logic.

pairing: professor!Matt Murdock x student!fem!reader wc: 1800 warnings: lime/lemon-ish, college AU, professor x student relationship, (& with that: unhealthy power dynamic), way too much exposition about formal logic, matt uses his senses for recreational purposes, praise k1nk, thigh grinding, slight marking if you squint. a/n: i’ll let you know in 3 days whether i’m proud of this one or not. matt would make a very sexy college prof. that is a fact. shoutout to my notes from college that helped me write this. did i ever take the LSAT? nope. but at least something useful came of me suffering through that class. thank you anon, your mind is wonderful.

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“Logic is not a spectator sport,” your professor espouses at the front of the classroom. It’s a small class, 16 students right now – though some will for sure drop after this introductory lecture. ‘The Philosophy of Logic’ is colloquially known as ‘the LSAT prep class.’ Though most Poly-sci and other self-proclaimed “pre-law” students will flinch (or better yet, keel over) at the knowledge of the premises and conclusions you’ll be working with through the semester. Luckily, that part is kept hush-hush enough that everyone will be in too deep by the time they want to turn around.

“We are not going to learn about formal logic; we are going to do formal analyses– of statements and their underlying propositions; of categorical and propositional inferences. You will be expected to present your analyses in writing and at the board.”

But your professor? That’s the part you were not expecting. In the department of philosophy, it’s hard to come by a professor who’s not pushing 60. But standing in front of your class, going on about grading policies and homework, is a man who could be no older than 40. He’s got this charismatic grin painted on his face while he talks about the ways he’s going to torture–teach your class. It’s a smile you could get used to.

“Alright, open up your readers– we’re going to begin Carrol’s Game of Logic as a class.”

–

The class thins itself down to 14 by the end of add/drop. Murdock didn’t lie about the homework – you spend hours on carefully dissecting the reading and preparing your schemata.

As you work, you can’t help but let your mind wander to your professor. There’s something mesmerizing about the speed at which his mind moves and his insistence at bringing the class with him. He’s just frighteningly brilliant. It’s like he could have beat Geach and Carrol at logical exhibitions.

And there’s also his hands. You could stare at his hands for hours. Tracking his gestures while you wrote notes in class, and then when his fingers run over your practice sheets – it could make your heart stop, having him that close to you. It didn’t help that your heart skipped beats at his praise.

“Mmm good job here,” he’d say with a crack of a smile. You hold your breath when he gets close, in order to keep your heartbeat under control (to no avail).

Things got complicated fast, but you worked to stay on the top of the class. Murdock would flash his signature smirk in your direction anytime the group was struggling and needed your expertise. Those signals made you soar.

–

“There’s a mistake here, who can find it?” Murdock asks the class about the schema being tested on the board.

Generality was tripping the class up.

The girl next to you volunteers, “Is it that the first premise involves more than two terms?”

Murdock would always squint a little and scrunch his nose when someone got a question wrong, it was such a theatrical tell. “Close,” he lies, she wasn’t close.

You swear you could hear the analog clock from the room next door ticking over the resounding silence of your classroom. Murdock is looking around the room, waiting patiently. He was always so good with waiting your class out – he knew eventually someone would cave.

But no one was caving. Just answer the question, you think to yourself. But something was holding you back – this subtle, yet overwhelming fear of being wrong. To disappoint Murdock. To lose that imaginary crown placed on your head when you earned a smile from him.

At least a minute passes to the cacophonous quiet.

Murdock calls your name. Fuck, you silently reprimand youself. “You’ve been this week’s expert on existential instantiation, can you give this a shot?”

You take a deep breath, trying (and failing) to calm your racing heart. “So I see in lines 1-3 we have our premises and conclusion.”

Your professor nods in agreement.

“Then line four begins with ‘there exists’ [∃]. But I think the error is that line 4 should be the denied conclusion? So it should read ‘there does not exist’ [¬∃] to test the validity of the schema.”

“P.T. Geach himself couldn’t have said it better,” he punctuates with his signature smirk.

Moments like those are what you think about when your hand finds it’s way between your legs after class. Your heart swells and your center drips with his praises.

–

It’s not until midterms that you find yourself alone with Professor Murdock. You have sought out his help on the take-home exam, where you are stuck on the third reliant schemata.

Your [anguished] email reads: Professor – Any chance of guidance on the midterm? Stuck with (i) all F* are R* → FR’=0, FR>1

His email back: Yes. Come to my office. (Though I reserve the discretionary right to respond with moral encouragement rather than material aid).

Mudock’s office is simple, and at the back of the Philosophy complex. Makes sense, he doesn’t really have a purpose for art or awards on the wall. The Wednesday before fall break has the building quite deserted. Also for once, your professor isn’t wearing his glasses so you can see his brown eyes.

“Please, just call me Matt,” he instructs when you thank him for letting you come bother him. “Where are you stuck?”

“So, I’ve set up the Universe of Discourse and ‘loglished’ my premises but when I write out the schema and work to disprove, I don’t get the answer I want.”

“The answer you want?”

It takes him repeating back your words to realize what you’ve said. It sets your heart racing and words tumbling from your lips, explaining that you recognized this problem set from the class work back in week 5.

“From that, I remembered that this is a trick problem, and I’m looking for a negated premise.”

Matt Murdock smiles broadly. You see his tongue dart out and lick his lips. It sends a shiver down your spine.

“Good girl,” he almost whispers. He covers the affirmation with a cough but you hear it. Your jaw drops and a sensation starts, low in your belly. “I’m glad you caught that. Now, I don’t want to give away the answer but I’ll speak in a separate Universe, and maybe you’ll catch me before I get too far.”

Matt circles around to the side of the office you’re sitting on. He props himself against the wall and begins to speak. Your heart won’t stop hammering in your chest. Your breath is uneven and it feels like every hair on your body is standing on edge. Did he mean to say that? you wonder. Slick gathers between your legs as your professor speaks. He pauses to take a deep breath in through his nose. He smiles again and continues.

“So let’s act on these premises.” You nod your head, unfamiliar with whatever Universe of Discourse he’s established because of how your thoughts are racing.

“Premise i: You are an attractive woman with a heart racing.” What? How can he tell?

“Premise ii: In situations where peoples’ hearts beat quickly, they are often aroused.” Your jaw drops for real. There is no mistaking the words coming out of Matt’s mouth.

“Premise iii: Your heart began to beat faster when I crossed the room to you.” You swallow slowly, there’s no air left in your lungs.

“Conclusion: When I crossed the room, I caused you to become aroused and for your heart to race. Do you agree?”

Your mouth feels like paper and your professor looms above you. He suddenly looks bigger than he has for the weeks of class. His hands, oh, they rest against his biceps.

“Are you asking me logically or literally, Matt?”

“Either works.”

“I agree,” you stand up to meet Matt at his eye level.

“Logically or literally?” he asks back.

“Either.”

Matt’s mouth meets yours in a searing kiss. Your senses are flooded with him: he smells like musk and bergamot, a deep and rich cologne. His hands pull your hips closer to him.

He breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours. “You don’t understand how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

His knee slots in between your thighs and he continues, “I’ve heard your heart racing in my class whenever I call your name or get close to you. And I smell the slick that builds between your thighs when I lean in to check your work.”

You close your eyes and go to bury your face against his shoulder in embarrassment. He’s known about your crush this whole time.

“I’ve known you want me and it’s taken all my self control to keep my hands off of you.”

He grasps your chin lightly, but with control, to guide you to look in his eyes again.

“I tried so hard to be good, but I just couldn’t. Is this okay?”

You blink, trying to root yourself back in reality. You swallow and nod your head.

“I need you to use your words. Do you want this?”

“Yes, Profess–I mean Matt. I want you.”

“Good girl. Let’s be bad together.” A dark chuckle rolls from his lips. His hands feel warm and firm against your hips and he kisses lightly along your jawline. He sucks a harsh mark into your skin where your jaw meets your neck. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

With his hands on your hips and his knee between your legs, you are caged into his body. He brushes his lips back to yours. He whispers against your mouth, “I want to feel you get yourself off using my thigh.”

His words send a shiver down your spine which in turn, causes you to wriggle your body and its placement against his thigh. His hands guide your movements, a slight up and down against the rough material of his pants and Fuck, it feels good.

Your juices are slick underneath your and the clothes provide just the right amount of friction on your clit. You lose yourself in the motions – Matt whispering sweet encouragement as his lips brush your ear, “So good for me, such a smart girl. Give yourself into the pleasure.”

Maybe in this situation, it shouldn’t be this easy to find your pleasure – grinding yourself on your professor’s leg but Matt calms you. He makes you forget about everything else, he helps you focus on finding that coil winding in your center and letting it release.

And you do. It floods all senses and you almost go limp, hugging onto Matt for support. “That’s it, that’s a good girl,” he coos into your neck.

“You looked so pretty grinding on my thigh,” Matt murmurs, “but I bet you’re going to look even better sitting on my cock.”

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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Ayato Sakamaki- My Only Human

HEY HEY!!

ANON ASKS

Can I make a request from your x -rated prompts. 36, 40, 57 , With Ayato Sakamaki. >.< if you can.

Idea: Maybe the reader, catches a student at the night school flirting and touching him, but when she thought he would shove her off, he doesn't. She gets super mad at him and doesnt talk to him the rest of the day until he comes in her room after school demanding to the what the readers problem is, and it leads to some rough sexy time??

If you cant thats fine >.<

If YoU CaN’t ThAt’s FiNe, PSSSSHH I GOT THIS

36- That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy.

40- How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me!

57- Fuck! You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!!

Leggo!!

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“Yui, question.” you walked through the halls with your favorite adoptive-cousin.

“Y/N, Answer!” she giggled in reply. “What’s up?”

“I needed help! Me and this math thing is not a thing.” you glared down at your folder.

“18, 42, 6.9 and X=17.” she instantly filled in the blanks to the questions you hadn’t answered.

“Have I ever told you I loved you?” you faked crying.

“Only always.” she shrugged. “I see the boys beat us here.” she mused, noticing the Sakamaki AND the Mukami brothers in the respective groups by the lockers, right across from each-other.

“Always beating us here, but never offering to drop us off...assholes.”

“Aren’t you the one insisting on Ayato and you arriving at different times?” she raised a brow as you two slowed down in pace.

“I told it it would be better if I arrived a little bit after him after his gaggling fans dispersed.” you half-shrugged. “The last thing I need are his fangirls trying me.” you rolled your eyes.

“Like that girl flirting with Ayato?”

“Exactly...Wait WHAT?”

Yui pointed in the direction of the Sakamaki brothers. A girl was standing in front of him. Holding her books to her chest with one hand while twirling strands of her hair in another.

“Julia.” you growled. “She always does this!” you motioned to how ridiculous it was that she always flirted with one of the Sakamaki brothers. Especially the one that was TAKEN!

“Ayato won’t let her even touch him!” Yui tried to console you.

“You know what, you’re right.” you smiled a little. Everyone knew you two were an item. She wouldn’t dare.

“He loves you and he wouldn’t let her-”

You two watched as Ayato put on a flirtatious smile, crossing his arms in amusement as he leaned against the lockers.

“Maybe he won’t even entertain-”

Julia trailed a finger up his arm, laughing like a hyena.

“Maybe he’ll embarrass her?”

You watched as he took her hand, raised it to his mouth and gave her knuckles a short peck.

“Maybe-”

“Yui I love you, but I’ma need you to stop talking.” your voice kinda cracked.

You had transferred from day school to night school for him. You had transferred SCHOOLS for him. You dealt with the burden of having to take care of a human girl who was allergic to her own skin (you loved Yui to bits, but damnit if she didn’t get you into trouble all the time) on some days along with dealing with a bunch of perverted, self-important, assholes for him...so why..WHY was he responding to Julia....like he was single.

“I’m going class.” you grumbled. “See you later.”

“Y/N WAIT!”

...(Meanwhile)

Ayato needed to pass his English Lit. Class project, so of course when that Julia girl offered to type his report for him, he couldn’t say no. He had to pretend he wasn’t disgusted by her if he was going to remain in the top 5% of people with an actual brain. Fuck being like the other students.

“Y/N WAIT!”

“That sounded like Yui.” Reiji commented. They were surprised to see you bolted down the hallway at full speed with Yui on your tail. She skid to a stop to glare at Ayato.

“You’ve really done it this time.” was all she said before she ran off. “Y/N!! COME BACK!”

“Smooth move, moron.” Yuma called from the other side. “Looks like I get to play knight in shining armor.” he winked.

“Ayato~” Julia got his attention, “make sure to meet me in the library so I can give you your essay.”

“Yeah, sure whatever.” Ayato watched at Yui chased you down the hall.

... (Lunchtime/Free Period)

You sat in the courtyard, sadly staring at a sketchbook page You liked to paint or draw school life in the quad. You had started with a sketch of the Sakamaki brothers, but it didn’t feel right.

You’d probably get in trouble, but you just had to draw Yuma Mukami who was sitting by the fountain. You looked up every so often, hoping he didn’t see you.

“Y/N!” You heard. You turned your head to the side to see Ayato sitting with his brothers. “COME OVER HERE.”

Wordlessly, you grabbed your sketchbook...only to walk to the other side of the quad. You sat at another table, focusing back on your artwork.

“Hey...”A shadow was cast over your work.

“Do you mind?” you grumbled. “You’re blocking my light source.”

“Hm, I was just thinking you’d wanna see the reference up close.”

Your head darted up to see Yuma, standing in front of you. “May I sit.”

“Do whatever you want.” you grumbled. “I don’t care.”

Ayato watched from the other side of the court yard as that smug playful bastard took your sketchbook from in front of you and began flipping through it. Why hadn’t you sat with him today?? That Mukami dickwad had better not touch you.

He watched as Yuma flirted with you, and thankfully you didn’t seem to fall for his charms. Though that half smile you gave when he gave you a flower that had been growing nearby was enough to make him angry.

“AYATOOOO~” Julia practically threw herself into the spot where you usually sat when you sat with him. “I finished your report!”

“Great. Sure, whatever.” he glared potholes at Yuma.

“So...do you wanna eat lunch together?”

“That’s nice, Maria.”

“It’s Julia...”

“Sure whatever.”

(Meanwhile)

“There’s that smile.” he winked as you looked at the flower.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Also, next time you draw me...let’s have it be a nude painting huh?” He winked, getting up.

“Gross.” you scoffed, standing up yourself. “See you in Biology.” you cringed.

“Y/N!” you heard Ayato’s voice call again. Just ignore him...(Read more below the break)

... (Smut warning)

When you got home, you locked yourself in your room. You had told Yui to not bother trying to make you feel better, because it wouldn’t work. You had just finished your homework when-

“Y/N! LET ME IN!” Ayato angrily knocked at the door. When he didn’t hear anything back, he decided that the window would have to suffice. “FINE! YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE.”

“Oh shit!” you began to run towards the window, hoping to shut it when Ayato practically appeared out of nowhere with a frown on his face.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” he glowered. When you didn’t answer, he grew more agitated. “Y/N, Don’t make me ask again.” Still nothing. “Y/N, You have three seconds to tell me-”

“Why don’t you ask Julia!” you finally snapped. “You sure seem to like flirting with HER.”

“What? I’d never flirt with that disgusting-”

“SO KISSING HER HAND THIS MORNING WASN’T FLIRTING! Yui and I saw you! She touched your arm and you didn’t even move!” you accused.

“Y/N, let me explain!”

“YOU DON’T NEED TO! You don’t love me anymore!” you pointed. “So go be with her! Go flirt with her! Go and spend time with her because that all you seemed to be interested in doing today!”

Ayato gasped, he finally realized what Yui had been talking about when she said ‘You really done it this time.’ He hadn’t even realized it, but he had been busy with Julia all day that by the time he got free time. He thought-

“You gonna let me talk now, Human?” he used the pet-name he coined for you. “I don’t love Julia. And I wasn’t flirting with her because I don’t love you.”

“Huh?”

“She was doing my English Lit. paper and I had to make her think she was worth my time.” he explained. “She had to think I was actually interested in her or else she’d make a scene. She knew what this exchange was. A litle bit of attention and that A+ was as good as mine. I passed by the way.” he winked.

“S-so, you don’t love her?” you wiped your eyes.

“Of course not! How many times have I told you that my heart only belongs to you?” He asked. “Idiot.” he shook his head with an amused smile. “As if that plain, lowly human could ever compare to my own personal descendant of the goddeses that made this wicked world.” he bit his lip.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was running out of time. I would have told you, had you sat with me at lunch today.” he rolled his eyes. “...Y/N, please accept my deepest apology. I wouldn’t hurt you...unless you asked.” he wiggled his eyebrows at the last part. “Now come here.”

He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, taking you in a long drawn out kiss. He purposefully moaned in your mouth, laughing maniacally through each peck.

“Me, and that disgusting excuse- how laughable.” he began kissing down your neck. “I guess I’ll have to show you that you’re mine and will only ever be mine.”

“Ayato~” you whimpered.

“Shush.” he kissed you again. “ Fuck! “ he kept kissing your lips “You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours. .” He backed you up towards the bed. “Usually I’d ask you to suck my dick first, but I want everything to be about you.” he made you sit down. “Aww, you didn’t take off your uniform, so I can take your panties off right now.” he smirked.

Had he lost his mind?!?

“Have you lost your mind?!?” your legs shook as your panties were discarded who knew where.

“I’ve always wanted to defile you while you were wearing it, so you can think of me every single time you put it on. Mmmmff-” he buried his head between your legs, exploring your depths with his tongue.

You took in a sharp breath, instantly arching your back in his favor. Good, that was his invitation to go forward. “Y/N, you taste so fucking good-” he laughed gleefully. “I wanna bite your clit and taste the blood right from your naughty place.” he moaned, lashing his tongue against your heat.

“Ayato, It feels so-” you mewled. “M-more, please?”

Hearing this, he went feral. He dug his nails into your thighs, sucking harshly at your slit. You had to hold the back of his head to stay vertical, your hands tangled through his lush hair.

“ That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy-mmm. “ he couldn’t even finish his sentence. He was so hungry that not even a snide comment could leave his lips while he tasted you. He’d never do this with anyone else, love anyone else. He was having too much fun worshipping his beautiful human.

“Ayato- I’m gonna c-cu-”

“Cum. Let me taste you. Let me feel it against me, let me drive my fangs into your thighs while you cum so you can feel what true ecstasy feels like.”

You felt yourself unravel, only to feel those fangs dig into your left thigh. “Ungh! Ayato!!” you cried.

“Fuck, Y/N.” he lapped up your blood. “It tastes even better when you’re cumming.” he bit his lip. “I wanna feel you wrap around me.” he crawled over you, capturing your mouth in a long, messy kiss.

You were surprised when he moved you two so you were straddling him. “Undo my jeans, take what’s yours, Y/N.” he bit his lips.

You shyly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled then down along with his boxers. You were welcomed by a very obvious hardon.

His cock slapped against his stomach as it was set free.

“C-can I, touch?”

“It’s yours.” he winked. “Do whatever you want to me.”

You began stroking him, coaxing a low satisfied moan from your lover. You wanted to be mean and leave him but who were you kidding, you both needed it.

“Is it too forward to ask you to ride my cock?” he asked, biting his lip. “Please?”

He caressed your thighs, coaxing you to slip his dick along the perimeter of your slit. You met his eyes, but could only shyly look away.

“Oh Goooodd-” he sucked in air as his dick slipped inside. You shy rocked your hips, coaxing another moan out of him. His hands rested on your thighs. “Shit, Y/N, Why are you so fucking- Ungh...Shit I can’t take much more.” he thrusted his hips upwards.

A small gasp hitched in your throat, followed by many as he thrust himself in and out of you. You wanted some sort of control too, so you rolled your hips even more against him. “Shit. Ayato~” you moaned. “Fuuuh-”

“Why would I want anyone else when you’re here with me.” he spoke. “Why would I NEED anyone else!” he growled. “You’re mine! I’m Yours, that’s how to fuck it should be!” he seethed. “Fuck your pussy feels so good.”

He was absolutely right, you didn’t think even washing this uniform would get his essence out of it.

“Shit!!” Ayato threw his head back, moaning like you had never seen him moan before. You didn’t even think he could even make such a face. “Y/N!!! “ he cried. “I fucking love you so much, Fuck, S-shit!! Fuck say it back, please.”

“Ayato,” you felt his cock twitch inside. “I love you-haah-aah!”

“ How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me! “ he cried, digging his nails into your thighs. “Fuck Y/N this is what you to do me!!”

You both were loud, sensitive, and on the brinK of breaking.

“I’m gonna CU---AAAHH FUUCCK!” you felt his warmth spill inside you. You were taken aback by him wrapped a hand around your neck and pulling you down to kiss you abruptly. He moaned loudly into your mouth, crying in euphoria as he bottomed out inside your wetness.

“Y/N!” he cried once more. “Fuck I love you.” his face twisted in pleasure, those usually stern eyebrows going soft. “I fucking love you. My human, My only human~.” he hugged you close.

“Ayato~” you replied just as wantonly. “I love you.” you whimpered.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook for ignoring me today, now it’s my turn to get revenge.” you heard his breathless laugh. “Shall we continue?”

(I.....AM SO SORRY FOR THIS)

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muffinshark · 2 years

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Hello, I’ve just started oil and digital painting but having issues figuring out the process and as you are my main inspiration, just thought I’d ask if you feel up to doing a detailed breakdown of your paintings/process. Thank you for your time :>>>

sure! I can't really give a detailed breakdown of the actual painting/rendering part because that's mostly experience gained from trial and error and also way more information than I can really put down here re: values, color, general technique, etc. (there are tons of speed paint videos on youtube that I would really recommend watching if you want to get an idea of how other people paint) but I can sort of... go through all of the steps of a painting from beginning to finish under this cut:

1.) thumbnails: after I know what I want to paint, I'll start with rough sketches on scrap paper to figure out composition, image dimensions, etc. I'll then do a small sketch in photoshop, and block in general colors and an idea of the lighting setup.

I tend to throw away the scrap paper after I finish a piece, so I only have the thumbnail sketches for the piece I'm working on atm:

2.) research and reference gathering: this step happens pretty much side-by-side with step 1. I collect as many references I can to help me with likeness, lighting, clothing, etc. etc. etc. If my piece is set in a specific time period (lately it’s been the 20s-40s nyc lmao), I'll research period-accurate clothes, interiors, props. Sometimes if I cannot get the right reference for the pose or lighting, I'll take a picture of myself. I know a lot of artists use PureRef, but I just dump all of the references I collect onto a huge photoshop file for easy access while I paint.

If you’re painting realistically, this is an important step! It is extremely difficult to paint realistically from your head. All of the old portrait paintings hanging in museums were painted with live models as reference. Professional artists use photo references all the time (you can actually find some of the reference photos that illustrators like Norman Rockwell and Alphonse Mucha took and compare them to the final illustrations). It will make things MUCH easier for you, and you will improve much more quickly as well.

3.) full-size sketch, color block-in : I'm more of a painter than a lineartist/draftsman, so my sketches tend to be pretty shitty, but all they really need to be is a guide for where to put the colors as they will eventually be painted over anyway. (The only exception to this is portraits; for those I will often do a detailed sketch with accurate proportions so I don’t have to worry about whether an eye is too high or if the nose is too long while I’m actually painting) I draw my sketch on a separate layer, set it on multiply, lock it. Then on a layer underneath, I paint in rough colors. Sometimes I'm lazy and will just enlarge my color thumbnail and use that instead of painting it over again.

sketch:

color block-in:

4.) merge sketch and color layers and start to paint: once I'm satisfied with the sketch and colors, I duplicate the sketch layer, lock it, and set it to invisible just in case I ever need it later as a guide. Then I merge the remaining sketch layer with the color layer, and lock the resulting layer. That's my base. I create a new layer over it and start painting. From here, it's just a lot of noodling around, rendering, and refining to get to the final painting! I know a lot of painters tend to keep all their elements on separate layers, but I like to work with as few layers as possible as it more closely resembles how I would paint in oils.

here's a wip of my current piece as well as a progression wip for an older one:

my actual painting process is just: slap down the colors i want, and slowly add more detail and shading until it’s rendered to to something that isn’t awful and messy haha

5.) textures, color adjustments: I generally don’t like the smooth, polished look digital art can lean towards, so I also add on textures and noise to make it look rough and imperfect and more like traditional media. Also minor things like fabric/wood textures that would take me a long time to paint freehand and just isn’t worth the time to do so. Then I play with color adjustments. Sometimes at this point in the painting process I’ll have changed my mind and want a slightly different color scheme/mood than what I started out with, or sometimes I’ll have migrated a little too far from the initial colors and want to go back --color adjustments are perfect for this.

initial thumbnail colors:

final colors:

aaand that’s basically it!

#anonymous #asks #hope this helps!#also for some reason my theme no longer displays read mores and instead just directs you to a blank page #so if the 'read more' directs you to a blank page on my tumblr please click the 'view on dash' eye icon on the top right corner :#all these new updates have made my ancient theme basically unusable 😔

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shirophantomvox · 3 years

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“Exhausted” Hisoka x Female Reader

Hello anon! Thank you for this request! If you all did not know, I am celebrating my 100 follower goal! Click this link to view the prompts and rules. If you are interested, send me an ask and please note that this event will end on July 15th. Again, thank you for the feedback and awesome support. Let’s get into the story! I know I said I was going to start on Monday, but since I had some free time, I began today! FYI, the tumblr app needs to be updated. I cannot stand it that you cannot title your posts on the mobile app. Please fix this immediately, Tumblr.

Word Count: 1385

♠ ♣ ♠ ♣

“I wonder if I can make it to the doorstep without falling out…”

Waves of invisible heat floated in front and above your windshield as the radiation from the sun made it worse. To your luck, the air condition on your car had gone out and because of the horrific car insurance rates in Yorknew, it was almost impossible to get it fixed. The heat worked but the A/C did not. How stupid, right? The world has been engineered that to make a stable living you have to work for nearly 40-50 years and then retire but with how the country is right now, you may not see retirement. All of these intrusive thoughts caused your brows to press angrily against your eyes as the heat made you sweat more and more. Droplets of water dripped from your forehead while your underarms smelt like the insides of a man’s underwear. Life was beginning to drag. Mr. (m/n), your manager, had assigned you to interview several people in and outside of your neighborhood about switching to your car company and applying for discounted insurance. That’s odd. Why can’t you, the worker, have discounted insurance for the company you work for?

Working for 48 hours non-stop almost drove you insane. As you approached a familiar street, your eyelids began to close.

“Maybe if I close my eyes for a second, I will be able to make it inside…”

For a brief second, the thought of your incredible, quirky husband popped into your mind. His “Kiss the Cook” apron was tied firmly against his bare waist. Cooking without a shirt on was quite idiotic but he felt as if it freed him from being restricted. One time he surprised you on a night with just the apron on, exposing his bare behind. His red wavy hair would fall behind his ear and down the back of his neck. His bangs were slightly curled in front of his face. Without making a single sound, he’d scoop you into his arms, make growling noises, and playfully throw you in the bed. A slight blush was painted on his freckled cheeks. This was his idea of being passionate, as every man has their own definition of the word. The sound of his deep, soothing voice made you smile indescribably.

“Ah, y/n! How was work, my dear-♠?”

There have been several instances where you have been exhausted but burdening your husband was something you didn’t want to partake in but still he wouldn’t mind if you had to vent for an hour or two. A loud blaring horn tore you from your 1 second day dream. A turning car was almost hit as you reached the intersection.

“Watch it, asshole!”

Well, now it's time to speed home.

It felt like the gray cloud over your head would not ever disappear until you pulled into your driveway. The grass had been freshly cut, flowers were being watered by the sprinkler, and the arch way of the front door had been painted. The sight of your wonderful lawn placed a large smile on your face. Taking a break from such a terrible week from work was needed and to see that you didn’t have to do any work around the house made you feel better. Before you could touch the front of the door, it flew open and you fell. Thank God you were caught by a pair of long, freckled arms because if you hadn’t, the tiles would have left many nasty marks on your face.

Your face was smothered in between his pecs. This was a normal occurrence. Since no one was in the house, he’d often walk around in his boxers cleaning, planting, or whatever he felt like doing. He placed his rather large hands under your arms and lifted you straight up so you could look him in the eye. His left thumb gently gripped your chin, his index finger underneath it.

“Welcome home, kitten. You seem to be tired-♠.”

Your eyelids began to flutter again as sleep was the only thing on your mind. Breaking away from his grasp, you placed your laptop bag on the couch and proceeded to the kitchen. Hisoka was silent for a second, puzzled as to why you did not give him a kiss. That was very unusual for you. He came running behind you like a lost puppy with his hands out ready to grab your shoulder.

“Is something the matter, y/n-♠?”

Slowly turning around, you sigh and fake a smile. Your eyes were still closed and the gray cloud seemed to reappear. Hisoka began to walk forward and sat down on your shared bed. Hiding your true feelings is a luxury you could not afford. Prepared or not, it was time Hisoka knew how you truly felt. At times he could be as stubborn as a mule but there were times where he was more endearing and understanding. Hisoka, again, placed his left thumb on your chin, a few inches from your lips, and looked deep into your weary eyes.

“Honestly, I am very tired. I’m exhausted. I think I am going to sleep for the rest of the day if you don’t mind.”

Hisoka smiled somberly. He had planned on going to the city's carnival with you but he’d have to miss out this time around. He didn’t want to go alone because he did not want to deal with fangirls and boys screaming and worshipping his godly figure. Although it fed his ego, he rather not deal with people who couldn’t take a hint.

The sweat from your face ruined your makeup. The mascara began to drip, you could see patches of your natural skin tone look much different than your foundation, and your lipstick was a little misplaced. Noticing Hisoka’s sad smile, you frowned.

“You see? I’ve made him sad,” you thought.

“Hisoka, I’m sorry for upsetting you with my troubles.”

Hisoka scoffed at your reaching assumption. He was a man that went through much worse pain than a little complaint nonetheless from the woman he loved.

“I’m not upset. Not in the slightest.-♠”

“Well, why do you look so disappointed?”

Hisoka smiled his usual smile while turning his head slightly to the left. He chuckled at your obliviousness. He took his right hand and placed it behind your neck. His piercing golden eyes nearly tore a hole in your soul. With the combination of his beautiful eyes, extended pecs, shaped torso, and smooth voice, you were destined to melt into your bed finally being able to sleep next to this hunk of a man. His long eyelashes batted a few times as he began to answer your question.

“How could you walk in here without giving me some sugar-♠?” His voice sent chills down your spine, causing you to voice a shiver involuntarily.

Your eyelids shot open and nearly squirmed when your eyes met his. For some reason, you stumbled to answer but managed to eventually mutter out a response.

“I-I’m sorry. I am so tired and I almost got into a c—-“

Hisoka’s lips crashed against yours. His moist lips positioned themselves in a way that if you kept yours straight, it would fit in perfectly. His right hand was placed on your lower cheek and jaw lifting your head just a tad more. His nose brushed against yours, causing you to smile just a little. Then again, Hisoka was so concerned about kissing you that he didn’t bother with asking what made you so tired and unhappy. He always thought physical contact would take your mind off of what was bothering you and it did temporarily but not entirely. Venting is what you needed and then maybe a kissing session would end the night off better. Breaking away, he looked into your eyes one more time before standing you up and proceeding to the kitchen.

“Now I have a question for you. What has been bothering you? I have all the time in the world-♠.”

-Fin

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