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lixzey · 4 months

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The Unknown Number

A/N: ignore the time stamps 😆 i know, i know, but it's literally 2am when i edited this and i can't edit the time 😔

warnings: none? just that reader is italian and a lil bit of peach dissing [if you know, you know]

You were bored.

You were sitting alone in your hotel room, plans foiled by a stormy day, waiting for some miracle to happen. You were supposed to enjoy a beautiful day in New York; you had just arrived last night from Italy for a three-week vacation in America. You have planned this trip for so long. Originally, your best friend Hailey was supposed to come along, but her family needed to go to Germany to visit her sick grandmother. Hailey had urged you to go on with the trip, practically forcing you to go to the airport and live your dream—the American dream you've been dreaming of since you were a little girl—and just enjoy, even without her.

You agreed, of course. You've been dreaming of coming to New York ever since you were eight; you weren't going to pass off the opportunity to fly to the place where your mother came from. Your mother left when you were eight—she died of cancer. As a little girl, you'd listen excitedly when your mother told you stories about her hometown. She painted such a vivid picture of New York City that you felt like you knew it like the back of your hand, even though you'd never been there. And now, here you were, sitting in a hotel room with nothing to do.

As you stared out the rain-streaked window, you sighed, feeling sorry for yourself and wishing Hailey was there with you. This was not how you had envisioned starting your vacation in the big city. You had been looking forward to exploring Central Park, visiting museums, and trying out all the famous New York food with Hailey. It just wasn’t the same without her.

You took a deep breath, grabbing your phone from the nightstand beside you and deciding to scroll on Instagram to ease your boredom. As you mindlessly scrolled through your feed, something caught your eye—an advertisement for Wonka.

“Oh, I almost forgot about this,” you muttered to yourself, tapping twice on the post.

You have been a fan of Timothée Chalamet for less than a year. Hailey had been the one who introduced you to the young actor, and to your surprise, you were the same age as him. The first movie of his you’ve ever watched was Little Women, and you've loved him ever since.

You've been obsessing over his films like Dune and The King, loving every shot of him and admiring his beauty and talent. When you watched the trailer for Wonka, it was surreal to see him in such an unserious manner. Singing and dreaming about chocolate in his infamous purple coat.

Continuing to scroll down your feed, you began seeing more of him, fan interactions, the red carpet, and movie promos. God, he's beautiful, you thought, moving to screenshot every photo you scrolled by. Mindlessly switching to Tiktok, where you see numerous edits of Tim on his premieres looking absolutely stunning in his colorful suits, left you imagining what else would be peeking under his jacket.

“Is there anything you won't do for fashion?”

“Oh man, yeah, do it for the fashion.”

I’d do anything for you, all for you. You thought as you kept on scrolling some more to see character edits, ship edits—which you hated—thrist edits, and so much more that you couldn’t save anymore because you were running low on storage.

You sighed, closing the app, tossing your phone to the side, and plopping on the bed. This isn’t the American dream. You were supposed to be out, exploring New York, getting a sense of nostalgia from all of the stories your mother had told you years ago. But no, you were stuck in a hotel, scrolling through all of your social media feeds. God knows how many times you’ve scrolled through instagram and tiktok. You should be walking down Fifth Avenue, shopping and taking in the sights, eating hotdogs and pizzas as you walk through Central Park—maybe even running into a celebrity, hopefully Timothée Chalamet—not just stuck inside your hotel room moping.

What I’d give to have a moment with Timmy.

Personally, you’d give the whole world just one minute with him. But you can’t help but wonder: What would any of Timmy’s fans give to just have one moment with him? Probably the same as you, but every person is different.

You grabbed your phone again, opening Instagram. As soon as the app opened, Timothée’s newest post greeted you.

He looked so effortlessly handsome, and it made the butterflies in your stomach flutter like crazy. You wished to be in Kylie Jenner’s place, but you could never be her. You’re just this plain girl that he would never even take a second glance at. You didn’t have a famous family, you didn’t have tons of fans, you didn’t have a successful makeup brand, and it’s sure as hell that you didn’t have a model body and a perfect face. You’re just a normal Italian girl with flaws. You had a belly, stretch marks, dark bags under your eyes from staying up late, cellulite, big arms, and acne scars from your youth. You were far from the girls he’d ever want. But you still love him nonetheless, even if you could only love him from afar.

Tapping on his profile, you clicked on the message button. It was the only thing you could do—message him every once in a while. You wondered how many girls would freak out if Timothée Chalamet messaged them. It was a long shot, but if it ever happened to you, it was sure as fuck that you’d be either crying of happiness or faint. There’s no in-between, honestly.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head.

Text random numbers and pretend to be Timothée Chalamet.

It was a bad idea, sure, but when have you ever thought before doing shit? It’s only some harmless fun, right? You knew if you asked Hailey, she’d support you; no questions asked. So, there isn’t anyone else who’d tell you it’s a bad idea.

You opened your IMessage app, deciding to go with your stupid idea.

“Here goes nothing.” you muttered, typing in the number Hailey gave.

You laid on your stomach, typing in a random greeting message, stifling your laughter before tapping the send button. “Sent.”

You couldn't stop laughing, you were honestly enjoying this even though it was wrong to catfish people. You were bored, this was the only thing that gave you smiles as the storm outside raged on.

You tried to stop laughing so you could type in a message for your next prank victim, failing miserably. You tossed your phone to the side, clutching your stomach as you let all of your laughter out of your body. It was absolutely funny to see people’s reactions, knowing all too well that you aren’t the real Timothée, and just riding along with your shit.

After a few minutes of laughing, you finally regained your composure. “Alright, onto the next.”

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❥ late bloomer

✿ pairing: non-idol!taehyun x noona!reader

✿ summary: your high school and college years were nothing short of uneventful. no first dates, no first kiss, no first boyfriend, nothing. but when you and taehyun hit it off at an art exhibit and start a relationship, you know you want him to be your first for everything. but does taehyun know he's your first?

✿ genres: established relationship, smut, slight angst

✿ warnings: slight age gap (reader is 25, taehyun is 21), virgin reader, soft dom taehyun, body worship, mirror sex, voyeurism

✿ word count: 5.8k words

✿ a/n: hi friends! i've been noticing an increase in the taehyun noona lover agenda, so i thought why not toss my hat in and give y'all a noona reader fic of my own? i hope you enjoy <3

very special thank you to @cherrypeaking for being my sounding board while writing this fic! screenshots were shared, tears were shed, memories were made 🥹

You zoom down the streets of Seoul with purpose, the wind blowing through your hair as you blast Carly Rae Jepsen’s entire discography in your car, not caring if anyone’s bothered by the way the bass shakes your car. Today’s a special day, after all.

You and Taehyun’s halfiversary, to be specific. It was like pulling teeth trying to get him to play along with the gimmick of celebrating the first six months of your relationship, but you were too excited not to celebrate it. You had a feeling there would be many more months to come, you knew it from the first date. You’ve never been more certain about anything.

You roll up to Taehyun’s apartment complex and turn your music down to a whisper’s volume. You text him indicating that you’re outside and he steps out moments later. He looks so dashing in a white dress shirt, black pants, his dark hair pushed back, and a Rolex adorning his wrist. As soon as he slides into your car, you’re hit with the scent of his woodsy, floral cologne.

Does he have any idea how irresistible he is?

“Happy halfiversary, baby,” you say and lean in, smiling into the kiss he gives you. You playfully smack him on the arm when he doesn’t return the greeting and he holds back a smile, his lips pressing into a line.

“Come on, you have to say it too!”

“Or what, the magic won’t work?” he asks dryly.

“Come on, say it!” you whine, then cross your arms. “I’m not driving us to our reservation until you say it.”

His smile gets harder to suppress as you give him puppy eyes, you can tell his resolve is beginning to crack.

“Happy… halfiversary, Y/N,” he finally says. You pump your fist and kiss him on the cheek. He can’t stop himself from smiling and neither can you.

If there’s one thing you’ve grown to admire about Taehyun, it’s his dry sense of humor. He takes so much pleasure in messing with you, but you love to return the energy, pushing the boundaries of just what you can get him to do in the name of love.

You switch to the playlist you and Taehyun made when you first started seeing each other and warmth spreads in your chest as you reminisce.

It hasn’t been too long you started dating, but every day has been so bright since Taehyun entered your life.

You’re relieved by everything he is. Protective, kind, warm in his own special, Taehyun way. His warmth radiates even as he sits across from you and holds your hand, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. The flame of the candle between you enhances the brown in his eyes.

Being an art museum security guard is a niche job that requires you to look tough and always be on your toes, but being around Taehyun allows you to let your guard down.

You’re the older of the two of you; you’re a couple of months into being 25 and Taehyun turned 21 just days before you met, but you turn into such a giddy child whenever he’s around.

You swing your arms as you hold hands and walk through the city streets together, and Taehyun watches you in amusement, a quiet fond smile on his face.

You make your way from the restaurant to the grocery store to stock up on snack foods for the night.

As you and Taehyun load your many bags of snacks into the trunk of your car, it finally hits you.

You’re going to be spending the night with him for the first time. You’ve never spent the night with a boyfriend before, much less even had a boyfriend before, period.

Your CRJ marathon continues as you drive back to Taehyun’s apartment. Want You In My Room starts to play and the heat rises in your cheeks. You try to keep your cool as the song plays. You’re having good conversation, but of course it settles to silence in the middle of the first chorus.

♪ I wanna do bad things to you / Slide on through my window / (I want you in my room) / Baby, don’t you want me, too? ♪

You get flustered and quickly switch to the next song.

“Subtle,” Taehyun remarks and you want to bury yourself in your steering wheel.

Despite your prior embarrassment, Taehyun has your back pressed against the wall the moment his front door shuts behind you. His hands slide up your waist and to the side of your neck as his lips press against yours.

He kneels in front of you and runs his hands up your legs and under your dress to play with the tops of your sheer tights.

“Can I take these off?” he asks, running his his hands down to rest on the backs of your thighs. He’s so breathtaking from this angle, looking up at you with those eager, glittering eyes.

His breath is fanning against your thigh, sending tingles up your spine and making you dizzy. Every cell in your body is urging you, screaming at you to say yes.

And yet…

“Wait,” you say, breathing a little heavily. “I… uh, I-I didn’t shave.”

“That doesn’t bother me.”

“Well, it bothers me,” you emphasize, sounding more offended than you intended. Taehyun pauses to look at you for a moment before the warmth of his hands slowly leave your body. You feel a pang of guilt and offer a meek apology as he rises to his feet.

“It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

But that’s the problem. You do want to, you really really want to.

But there’s a massive roadblock that always stands in your way whenever situations like this arise.

A roadblock called inexperience.

You change into your pajamas and spend the rest of the night watching competitive cooking shows on Netflix while gossiping about your work lives and sharing snacks like you’re two kids having a sleepover.

You fall asleep on the couch snuggled into his side and you’re stirred awake by his movement.

“Let’s get to bed,” he says sleepily. He helps you up from the couch and you can’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you realize you’ll be sleeping in the same bed together for the first time.

Once it dawns on you that you’re sleeping together, you’re too giddy to possibly fall asleep. You say goodnight when Taehyun falls asleep, but you’re still up, taking in the atmosphere of his bedroom. He has blackout curtains but a small, round galaxy lamp casts shadows on the ceiling and grants the perfect amount of light to the room. Everything smells like him, floral and woodsy like his cologne, but also like the lavender scent of his hair shampoo.

You could imagine yourself here more often.

When you wake up hours later, all you can do is stare at Taehyun’s sleeping face. He looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping, even with his mouth slightly open and messy hair.

“Morning,” Taehyun says. His morning voice is so sexy, it warms up your entire body. He throws an arm over you and snuggles you closer. You’re close enough for the tips of your noses to touch, close enough to hear his breathing.

“G’morning,” you say then kiss the tip of your boyfriend’s nose.

“I made a brunch reservation for 10:00,” he says. “It’s a quarter to 9 now, so we have time.”

“Time for what?” you ask.

“Time for this,” Taehyun pounces on you and kisses you. You kiss him back and things get heated pretty quickly with his tongue making its way past your lips and into your mouth.

Your heart catches in your throat when you feel his morning wood poking at your inner thigh.

“Wanna make a mess before we get ready?” he asks, his tone suggestive as he slips his fingers past the fabric of your worn t-shirt. Your heart is hammering in your chest as the warmth of his hand against your waist makes you dizzy.

“I-I think we should start getting ready,” you say, shying away from Taehyun’s touch. He looks a bit disappointed but ultimately does what you say and removes his hands from your body.

You quickly get up to get your clothes for the day and go to take your shower.

The rest of the day is awkward, to say the least.

You and Taehyun walk back from brunch. You reach for his hand and hold it, but he doesn’t hold yours back. Taehyun, the chronic hand holder, not reaching for your hand as soon as you left the restaurant already raised a red flag, but him not holding your hand at all?

You get back to his place and take a seat on the couch. Taehyun sits on the couch too, but not immediately next to you. And at first, you chalk that up to him needing a bit of space. It’s not like he was icing you out, he wasn’t kicking you out, after all. He was still in the same room with you, just a little more quiet and distant than usual.

He’s pretty quiet for the rest of the day, giving you tacit responses when you ask questions and giving a half-hearted laugh when you try to tell a joke or make him laugh.

You finally notice things are wrong when he’s cooking dinner. You wrap your arms around his waist and he exhales through his nose.

“Now you want to touch me?” he asks. Your heart breaks a little as you let go of him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask.

“Nothing.”

Oh, so now it’s back to the short responses?

“No, it’s not nothing,” you say, it’s impossible to hide that you’re upset. “What did you mean?”

“Do I really have to spell it out for you?” he asks. Where did this tone come from? He sounds like he’s joking, but not really. It’s really setting you off.

“Clearly there’s something I’m not getting,” you say.

“Then maybe you need some time to figure it out. Time away from me.”

You’re taken aback.

“Taehyun, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying you should probably go,” he finally turns to face you and his face is devoid of any warmth. When he looks at you with those cold eyes, it’s like the warmth leaves your body as well.

You search his face for any inkling of mirth or signs of him joking, but you don’t find any.

He really wants you to leave.

“Fine, I have work tomorrow anyway,” you stuff your clothes back into your bag, and storm out of Taehyun’s apartment without even a second glance. He doesn’t even look at you as you leave.

You walk to your car, not being able to hear much over your heart pounding in your ears. By the time you’re seated behind the wheel, your heart plummets.

It hits you that you’ve hurt your boyfriend’s feelings big-time. You didn’t need to see him on your way out to know that.

You can’t even bring yourself to start your car. You sit behind the wheel and hold back your tears until you can’t any longer, tears spilling down your cheeks while you mentally beat yourself up for having done this. Why were you so afraid? Why were you going out of you way to drive a wedge between the two of you?

It’s like you wanted him to hate you.

You check your phone at every red light, hoping and praying that he reaches out to you first, but to no avail. No message, no phone call, nothing from him.

A sinking feeling festers at the pit of your stomach. You’re not sure if you even want to go home, but you can’t think of anywhere else you could go.

Your housemates Jihyo and Nayeon are sitting in the living room laughing at something on TV and you know you’ve tanked the energy the moment you step through the door.

“You’re back,” Jihyo greets from the couch. “How’d it go?”

“It was… nice,” you say, voice strained.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Nayeon asks, clearly detecting that something’s wrong.

You can already feel the tears returning and you can’t stop them from falling. You break down into sobs and both Jihyo and Nayeon get up to console you. They lead you to the couch to sit down and you tearfully explained everything that has led up to this point.

“I hurt him,” you say between sobs and Nayeon rubs your shoulder. “He’s never gonna speak to me again.”

“Did he say that?” Jihyo asks.

“No, but he didn’t need to. Ever since this morning, he’s been tiptoeing around me and walking on eggshells trying not to upset me. He didn’t touch me, he didn’t even sit near me. He probably thinks I hate him.”

“Sounds like he thinks you’re mad at him,” Nayeon suggests.

“I’m not mad at him, I’m just.. scared of messing up.”

“Why are you so scared of going through with it?”

“I-I don’t think I’m ready. It’s something I want, but I don’t feel ready. There are only so many articles you can read and videos you can watch in preparation. Nothing compares to actual experience, and until meeting Taehyun, I’ve had none. What if I do something wrong? What if there’s something wrong with the way I smell or the way I taste or I can’t get into the right positions or—”

“—Y/N, no one’s first time is perfect,” Nayeon says. “The only way it can be close to perfect is by communicating with each other.”

“Right,” Jihyo adds. “Just like how you can’t read his mind, he can’t read yours either. You have to talk things through with him, even if it’s hard.”

You fall silent.

“Does he know he’s your first?” Jihyo asks.

You shake your head, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Y/N, you should tell him,” Nayeon says. “He should understand, he loves you.”

“After tonight, I’m not so sure he does. I don’t wanna lose him.”

“Please, you should see the way he looks at you,” Jihyo says. “He looks at you like you hung the moon and put every star in the sky. You’re not gonna lose him over this, just talk it out.”

You keep Jihyo and Nayeon’s words in mind as your fingers hover over your phone screen the following afternoon.

You have to do this, it’s now or never. A knot forms in your throat as you begin to type.

you: Hey are you busy tonight? I want to talk

taehyun: We’re talking now

you: No I wanna talk to you in person

you: If that’s okay

you: We can meet at that cafe you like

taehyun: That’s fine I have time after work

you: Okay see you then

He doesn’t respond and your entire body gets tense. Jihyo wasn’t wrong about this being hard.

You end up arriving first, standing outside the café with your hands in your pockets mentally hyping yourself up for this difficult conversation. You can do this. It’ll be hard but it’s important for your relationship.

You spot Taehyun from the corner of your eye and walk toward him, greeting him and giving him a hug. He doesn’t hug you back, that on its own worries you, but you try not to let it discourage you.

“How are things?” you ask from the across the table.

“Fine,” he says. His tone is so cold, not like the playful kind of cold tone he uses to tease you, but genuinely cold, distant even. A frigid silence settles between the two of you and your throat tightens.

“I wanna apologize for last weekend,” you start. “I didn’t mean to be so weird.”

“It’s fine,” Taehyun says, his voice is tense and it unsettles you.

“No, it’s not fine. I hurt you when I didn’t mean to, and I’m sorry.”

Taehyun is unusually quiet, part of you wants to ask him why but you also want to give him the proper space to think.

"Y/N, be honest. Are you trying to break up with me?"

That question hits you like a slap in the face.

"What?"

"Whenever I try to touch you, you always push my hands away, change the topic, or run away. This didn’t start with last weekend, it’s been going on for a while now and I don’t know if I can take it anymore. What am I doing wrong? Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"No, no. Taehyun, you're not doing anything wrong."

"Then why are you pushing me away?"

"I’m not pushing you away, I just…" you hesitate, looking down at your hands then back up at Taehyun, who's looking at you expectantly. He’s a bit upset, but it's clear that he wants to hear what you have to say for yourself.

The thing is, you aren't completely prepared to say it. You swallow, fighting the dryness seizing your throat.

"I’ve spent all my life feeling invisible. My friends had their first kisses before I did, got married before I did, started having kids before I did while I couldn’t even get a date. I felt like time was running out for me, and then I met you. Taehyun, you make me feel seen. Being with you makes me feel like the lovesick teenager I never got to be. Before we got together, I'd never had a boyfriend, been on a date, held someone's hand, or had my first kiss. You've been my first for everything, but whenever sex comes into play, I-I get scared.”

“Scared?”

“Scared that I won’t measure up, scared of how you’d react. You’ve had years of experience with different partners while I just bought a vibrator for the first time this year. Can you believe it? 25 and I just bought my first sex toy,” you say with a wry laugh. “You make me so happy, Taehyun. There’s no one else I’d rather have my first time with, but the thought of disappointing you or making you slow down for me hurts too much. I don’t want to do that to you."

There’s a long silence between the two of you. Taehyun pulls you into a tight hug. You’re startled at first, but you soon close your eyes and wrap your arms around him in return.

“I don’t even know where to start,” he sighs. “I’m- I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Another thing you’ve learned to love about Taehyun is his firm belief of actions speaking louder than words. The way he holds you tight in this café speaks for him perfectly. Sometimes words aren’t needed and this is one of those times for him.

“Let’s make some plans,” Taehyun says, determined. “I’m gonna give you the best first time you’ll ever have.”

As the week progresses, Taehyun texts you asking about your sexual preferences, your kinks, anything you’d like to try, and you answer to the best of your abilities. You blush when he tells you the things he’d like to do to you.

Things like tying you up, spitting in your mouth, overstimulation, the works. He emphasized that he’d only do these things if you want him to, but little does he know that you’d let him run you over with a tractor as long as he called you his princess while doing it.

But maybe you’ll reserve those for after your first time. Baby steps.

You open your underwear drawer and the tip of your one and only vibrator is staring you right in the face.

You stare at it for a good minute, wondering if you should bring it along on your journey. You suppose it wouldn’t be a bad idea and tuck the toy into your purse.

You throw on your best dress and heels and make your way out the door. Your heart is beating at a thousand miles a minute but talking things through with Taehyun all week combined with your housemates’ good luck texts this morning give you all the confidence you need.

Your heart is pounding as you walk down the narrow hallway of his floor and get closer to his apartment. You knock on the door and you’re greeted with a surprisingly dressed down Taehyun. He’s got a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants on, a far cry from the glam look you decided to go with for today.

“Wow, you got all dressed up for me?” Taehyun wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you.

“I feel so overdressed,” you confess.

“Don’t worry, that won’t matter later,” he says with a smile and your cheeks burn. He leads you to his bedroom, but you can hardly wait to touch him, to kiss him, to feel him.

You don’t even make it to the bed before you pounce on him, pressing his back to his bedroom door and kissing him hard. He leans into it almost automatically as his hands find your waist to pull you impossibly closer.

“Have I ever told you how sexy your legs look in tights?” Taehyun asks, running his hands up your legs.

“No, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it a couple hundred more times.”

“As you wish,” Taehyun kisses your neck and his hands go to the tops of your tights. He peels them off of your legs and casts them to the side. He sucks on the skin of your neck and you sigh at the sensation as he leaves a few pretty hickies behind.

His hands trail up your ass and to the invisible zipper on the back of your dress. Your heart skips a beat as you feel your dress slowly fall off of your body and pool around your feet on the floor. Taehyun grabs your shoulders and turns you toward the full-length mirror. He snakes his arms around your waist to hug you from behind.

”God, look at you,” Taehyun whispers against your skin. “I can’t believe no one’s gotten their hands on you yet. How did I get so lucky?”

Taehyun sits at the end of the bed and pulls you down onto his lap so that you’re still facing the mirror.

“Lift your hips,” he says into your ear. You do as your told and lift your hips so he can take your panties off. Once he rolls them down your thigh, you wriggle out of them and kick them off to the side. Taehyun unhooks your bra and pulls it off of you, letting it fall to the floor next to your underwear.

It’s a little embarrassing, sitting in his lap completely naked while he’s fully clothed.

Taehyun explores your naked body with his hands, fingers dragging up your thighs to your stomach to squeeze your breasts. You close your eyes and relax into his touch, feeling every individual callus on the skin of his palm. He slides his thumb over your bottom lip and you sigh, granting him access to your mouth. He shoves two fingers into your mouth and your tongue lazily swirls around his fingers before you begin to suck on them.

“That’s it, princess. You’re a quick learner,” he says and you tingle from his praise. He thrusts his fingers in and out of your mouth and you suck on his digits with every movement.

After a minute or so, he pulls them out of your mouth with a wet pop. Your eyes shoot open when you feel his saliva coated fingers in your pussy. Your back arches from the sensation and you make a noise you’ve never heard yourself make before. Taehyun chuckles.

“You’re so cute,” he whispers and kisses the shell of your ear. “So wet already and we’ve just barely started. I can’t wait to make a mess of you.”

He grabs your jaw with his free hand and turns your head to face the mirror head-on.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror for me.”

You obey, but it’s so hard. Your vision goes blurry as you watch as his fingers thrust in and out of your wet, throbbing entrance. He curls them in just the right way to have you moan so loudly that you shock yourself. You throw your hand over your mouth, but Taehyun quickly removes it.

You've never seen or heard yourself like this before. He’s driving you absolutely wild.

His erection presses against your ass and when you grind against it, his breath hitches.

He rubs at your swollen clit with the heel of his palm. It’s enough to have you clamping your legs shut and squirming in his lap. Taehyun uses his free hand to hold your leg open as he continues to tease your clit at that same, excruciatingly slow rhythm.

You come undone, high pitched moans leaving your lips as you writhe in his lap and he holds you in his strong arms. He continues to finger you through your orgasm until you’re reduced to a panting and whimpering mess.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “You’re so good, princess.”

You go limp in his arms and he holds you, closing his eyes and burying his face in your bare shoulder.

“Are you okay? Do you have enough energy to get on the bed for me?” he asks. You nod and he helps you up anyway, taking your hand and getting you properly seated on the bed.

You sleepily watch as Taehyun slowly undresses, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it into the nearest laundry basket. He pulls a foil packet from the pocket of his sweatpants and places it on his nightstand.

And then, suddenly, you have a lightbulb moment.

“Can we try something?” you ask.

Taehyun raises an eyebrow. “In the mood to experiment already?” You nod shyly and he leans in, eager to listen.

“Can you get my vibrator from my purse? I want you to use it on me.”

It’s a simple little thing, a pink silicone rabbit vibrator about five inches tall.

“What do you want me to do?” he asks, hand resting on your thigh.

You shrug, “I don’t know, be creative.”

“How about you show me how you use it?” he tosses the device to you and your mouth goes dry.

“You’ve used it on yourself before, right? I want to watch you use it.”

You’re frozen in place as the gears in your brain slowly turn in an effort to process what he just said.

“You’re already naked, love. Just get in the usual position you’re in when you use it. I won’t judge you, I promise.”

You’re hesitant but you eventually roll over onto your stomach and shift onto your knees so that your ass is in the air and your face is buried in the softness of one of the memory foam pillows. It smells just like his shampoo, you close your eyes and bury yourself in the scent until your eyes suddenly snap open and you remember what you’re in the middle of.

You can’t see Taehyun but can you feel his eyes on you and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“I’m waiting,” he says in a teasing tone and your face heats up. You press the button at the bottom of the vibrator to turn it on and hold it against your pussy, not yet sliding it inside. You take a breath and rub it against your slit, your thighs twitching when it brushes by your sensitive clit.

“What do you think about when you touch yourself?”

You jolt at the question, already feeling flushed.

“Don’t be shy, you can tell me. It’ll be our little secret.”

He must think he’s so funny. It’s hard to concentrate, your mind is already foggy as you try to focus on your own pleasure while trying to put on a good first show for your boyfriend.

“Put it inside,” he says, softly but commanding. You do as he says, mewling as you push the silicone toy into your dripping core.

“Do you imagine me fucking you?”

Taehyun hovers over you, his toned chest pressing against your back. He kisses your shoulder and slides a hand down over your busy hand, helping you to thrust the vibrator in and out of you.

“It doesn’t compare to me, does it? Doesn’t stretch you out and fill you up like I can, either.”

The mere thought of having him inside you is enough to turn you on even more. Your pussy tightens around the toy, but he’s right. It isn’t enough. You want— no, you need more.

You need him.

“What’s wrong, princess? Can’t cum? Not even with me helping you?”

Your eyes are brimming with tears, you’re so close yet overstimulated at the same time and you’re not sure you can take this any longer. You wordlessly shake your head.

“Want my cock instead?” he asks and you nod fervently. He pulls the vibrating toy out of you and the vibrating sensation that initially numbed your pussy is replaced with the head of Taehyun’s cock. You whimper and he kisses your shoulder.

“Let me know if I need to slow down, okay?”

You give a nod and he plants another kiss on your shoulder before aligning his cock against your pussy and pushing into you. You hiss, hands tightly gripping the cotton sheets beneath you as you feel him slowly fill you. Your body feels like it’s on fire, stretching around him burns, but the pain slowly starts to settle in the boundary of pleasure as Taehyun slowly slides into you until he bottoms out.

You’re pretty sure you’ve elevated to higher plane. You can feel every curve and vein of his length inside you, he fits you so perfectly.

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice soft as a feather.

“Mhm,” you sigh. “Feels so good…”

“Mm, that’s my girl,” he rubs your thighs and up towards your stomach. “Relax, okay? I’ll take good care of you.”

You steady your breathing for a moment before he drags his length out of you and plunges it back in. He thrusts particularly deep and hits a spot that has you drooling and grabbing the sheets until your hands start shaking.

“Fuck, Taehyun…!” you cry.

“I’m here, princess. I’m here,” he says soothingly. “You’re doing so good.”

He continues to pound into you, hitting that same spot over and over, it feels so good you could cry. His girthy cock is filling you up, stretching you out so perfectly; you can’t imagine why you waited so long for this, but you’re so glad you’re experiencing it now.

Your entire body runs hot and your thighs quake as you feel a pressure building in your hips.

“T-Taehyun, I’m… ‘m- shit, I’m so close,” you squeak.

“Cum for me, princess. I want you to fucking drench me,” Taehyun says, thrusting faster. “Come on, give it to me.”

You cum so hard that your entire body shakes and your voice breaks. You call Taehyun’s name over and over like it’s a prayer and he holds you tight. Your reaction is enough to push him over the edge as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“You’re mine, Y/N. You’re mine, no one else can have you,” he breathes, thrusting in you faster and faster until he finally cums. You shudder at the way his cock swells inside of you. Your chest rises and falls as you try to catch your breath.

“C’mere, I wanna look at you…” Taehyun pulls out and turns you over on your back so that he’s hovering over you. The outline of his toned body has your heart racing. It’s only been seconds but you already miss the feeling of him inside you.

“You’re so pretty,” he leans in to kiss your forehead and you instantly get butterflies. He falls onto you and you wrap your arms around his waist. You lay there for a minute, still catching your breath until your breathing is in sync.

“Y/N, I want…” his words trail off, he looks flustered. You silently urge him to continue and he gives you a shy, hesitant look you’ve never seen before.

“You might not have been my first, but I want you to be my last,” he confesses. “I know it might be too soon to say it, but I—”

Before Taehyun can continue, you grab his face and kiss him. It’s clumsy, your faces mush together in an awkward kind of way but you can’t help the way you’re feeling. All the admiration and fondness you have for him overtook you like a tidal wave. You separate and he stares at you with wide eyes.

“Sorry, continue.” you apologize, breathless. Taehyun looks at you with amusement.

He chuckles, “No, I think that spoke for me just fine.”

“Come on, say it.”

“Are you gonna interrupt me again?”

“Only if you want me to,” you say with a suggestive raise of your eyebrows. Taehyun laughs, it sounds like the ringing of bells.

“I love you, Y/N. I wasn’t kidding when I said you’re mine.”

You smile, holding back your tears of happiness, “I hope you know there’s no getting rid of me now that you’ve said that.”

“Wouldn’t want that for the world,” Taehyun kisses you and lays his head on your bare chest. You run your hands through his hair.

“I love you, Taehyun. I love you so much.”

#taehyun fic #taehyun oneshot #taehyun x reader #txt smut #txt fic #crystal's fics #terry bear 🐻‍❄️❤️‍🔥#bye this was so much fun to write

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Gotta keep you all updated on Robbie Williams' Instagram, and it turns out a lot of the comics he did that I've shown you guys across the last few months are now on exhibit in a museum, Pride and Self-Prejudice at the Moco in Amsterdam. And he appears to have shown up to the opening in a Canadian Tuxedo, which is just delightful.

[ID: Three images screenshotted from Robbie Williams' instagram. The first is a drawing of a disposable name badge which reads "Hello, I'm" and then written into the blank for the name, "Fully erect". The second image is of Robbie Williams in jeans and a denim jacket in front of one of his works, blown up to wall size, a series of speech bubbles about his anxious thoughts. The third is text that he posted along with the second image; transcript below.]

Transcript: Last night I went to see my exhibition before it opens to the public. I was overwhelmed with pride and gratitude. And honestly, if my meds didn't work so well, I would have shed a tear. While I was there I looked through the gift shop and there was a book with a quote from Virgil Abloh on it. It said "Everything I do is for the 17-year-old version of myself." My 17-year-old self right now is all aglow and wondering how the fuck I've done it. I just figuratively gave him a big hug.

#robbie williams #art world

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falloutfandomeventhub · 7 months

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☢️ Fallout Haunted Wasteland ☢️

The world of Fallout can be a spooky place for those caught unawares. Share the frightening journeys your OCs, companions and favorite NPCs experience with the world! Everyone is invited to join and every game from the series is welcome! Whether you write, draw, screenshot, or cosplay, we want to see you participate.

Every other day has two prompts for inspiration, you can do either one or both, if you so choose! Use any medium you wish. Then tag your post with #HauntedWasteland23 !

☢️Prompts☢️

Oct 2 - Wasteland wonders or Fog

Oct 4 - Nothing but radio static or Urban legend

Oct 6 - It came from the mountains or Museum

Oct 9 - The magical wanderer or Melody

Oct 11 - Tales around a campfire or Doppelganger

Oct 13 - Echoes out of time or Caves

Oct 16 - Bloody prints on Vault walls or Jinxed

Oct 18 - Atom divides all or Nightmares

Oct 20 - Carried into the night or Stormy

Oct 23 - Shadow in the subway or Road kill

Oct 25 - The hills have eyes or Neon lights

Oct 27 - Behind locked doors or Phantoms

Oct 30 - The edge of tomorrow or dark books

☢️ Happy creating!! ☢️

#HauntedWasteland23 #october prompts #prompts #fallout #fallout new vegas #fallout 4 #fallout 3 #fallout 76

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inkcurlsandknives · 9 months

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So I'd like to talk a bit about the Filipino funeral gold scandal and how as someone writing an anti-colonial Filipino epic fantasy based heavily on early shaman lead rebellions against Spanish colonial rule I have some intense feelings about Filipino actress Beauty Gonzales flaunting wearing funerary death masks taken from a Large number of graves in surigao, butuan and mindinao and rather then treating them with appropriate respect or any kind of cultural ethics and instead turning them into fashion jewelry.

Aside from the damage to important archeological artifacts the utter disrespect shown to the dead who were interred in this way to ensure thier successful passage into the afterlife and to protect their bodies from the entry of evil spirits

For me it calls to mind when I was doing my primary sources research for Saints of Storm and Sorrow into the tree and boat burials of Luzon and reading the accounts of precolonial funerary practices by early Spanish friars and "naturalists" one of these documents was the memoir of Domingo Sanches who in a particularly horrifying account, noted how in the village he was staying in a young girl had died and he recorded how she was mourned and the great love and ceremony with which she was buried and how later that night he snuck back, dug up her grave and stole her body for research purposes. I remember he noted the great hostility of the natives when they discovered his theft and how he'd be unlikely able to return. I can't help being horrified at the thought of a Filipino actress adding to this horrible history of grave robbing and disrespecting the dead. To the colonialist mentality of taking spiritually important items and turning them into decorations. The level of disrespect is staggering. This is not the way to reconnect with our precolonial culture. I'm utterly horrified the more I look at this image and think about all the people who thought this was acceptable

For anyone interested in further reading

News articles citing art and museum critics disapproval

The screenshotted article with snippets from the Spanish naturalists memoir

History of funerary death masks and thier significance

#saints of storm and sorrow #Philippines #filipino #filipino culture #history #fashion #scandal #cultural artefacts #writing research #archaeology #colonialism #filipino history #filipino fashion #filipino author #grave robbery

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matan4il · 6 months

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Daily update post:

The attack drone that hit a school in Eilat yesterday has been determined to have been Iranian, it was launched from Syria (on Israel's north eastern border), flew through Jordan (on Israel's eastern border) in order to reach Eilat (the most southern spot in Israel) and attack there undetected.

I'm still waiting for the global outcry over the fact that Iranian and Palestinian rockets and drones are targeting Israeli hospitals (sometimes repeatedly) and schools.

Word has spread that the Abu Shaker hummus eatery in Haifa, owned by an Israeli Arab family, is being boycotted for having donated to IDF soldiers. Israelis from all over the country have been coming to the eatery, to support the family. A recent poll, conducted after the start of the war, shows 70% of Israeli Arabs identify with the State of Israel, and see its problems as theirs, too.

Antisemitic attacks continue to take place globally. Yesterday, two Jewish school were shot at in Montreal, Canada. In Los Angeles, anti-Israel protesters have attacked Jews trying to reach the Museum of Tolerance for a screening organized by Gal Gadot of some of the footage evidence of Hamas' massacre.

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Twenty four members of the US congress sent a letter to the president of UPenn to denounce the university's refusal to denounce the Hamas massacre. More and more Jewish students have been speaking up about how unsafe they feel on north American college campuses, including at Ivy League universities. Here's anti-Israel protesters referring to Concordia University in Canada, proudly cheering to the statement, "We terrified them!"

In Germany, 85 years after Kristallnacht, they projected the words "Never again is now!" in the colors of the Israeli flag. Jewish people will remember the silence of those who condoned the massacre of our people, but we will also remember those who stood by us.

Yesterday, the Palestinian Islamic Jihad (PIJ) published a vid of two hostages, an elderly woman and a kid, 12 years old Yagel Yaacov. Once again, their texts are dictated by terrorists, so the media here is refusing to play along with this psychological warfare, and has not shown the vid. But a screenshot has been shared, showing the difference in Yagel state by comparing a pic of his from before Oct 7 (on the left) and in the vid published (on the right):

This is also a reminder that not all of the hostages were kidnapped by Hamas. While Hamas orchestrated the breach into Israel, the massacre and most of the kidnappings, other Palestinians, both terrorists and civilians, are known to have used the opportunity to infiltrate Israel, too. The PIJ terrorists are estimated to be holding at least 30 of the hostages. This makes reaching a deal that includes the release of all hostages that much harder. It's not known, but is possible, that there are others, aside from Hamas and PIJ, who are holding Israeli hostages as well.

Regarding even civilian Gazans having infiltrated Israel, as one example there's CCTV footage recovered from the entrance to kibbutz Be'eri at 12:16 on Oct 7, almost 6 hours after Hamas first tore down Israel's border fence, where you can see regular people from Gaza coming in, including even an old man with crutches:

I read an account in Hebrew by an Israeli mother of a guy who was there, during the massacre. She asked for her identity to remain anonymous. She wrote: "He's screaming every night, he calls for his friends to return, he screams that he's sorry, he stares at the sky for hours on end, he waits for them to return, my son survived, but he is not with us." Her son was one of the soldiers who fought off the terrorists on Oct 7. There are at least hundreds of Israeli soldiers currently being treating at mental health institutes after what they had witnessed during the massacre. Israel's social security estimates that there are altogether 13,000 Israelis who are being treated for mental health issues following the massacre. And that's just for the first day of the war.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

#israel #israeli #israel news #israel under attack #israel under fire #israelunderattack #terrorism #anti terrorism #antisemitism #hamas #antisemitic #antisemites #jews #jew #judaism #jumblr #frumblr #jewish #Instagram

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ive struggled with art block for years and feel very discouraged because im already 19 and feel really behind so many people. im really stuck and dont really know what to do to get out of it and try and improve. as an amazing artist, do you have any tips on how to kind of start from scratch? like how do you learn ... stuff

I’m really sorry that you feel stuck, it’s not a pleasant feeling and I’ve experienced it myself many MANY times. First, let me preface, that your age is not that important. I’m turning 26 in a couple of months and I know there’s still SO MUCH I can improve on, I know artists who are younger than me and can do breathtaking art. I also know artists who didn’t even start drawing at my age, who started drawing a little later in life because they felt like doing art. So, who are you competing against? Why are you competing? Is self expression not goal enough? I’m not a professional artist, I don’t want to adhere to some industry standard, and most of all I don’t want to feel behind in an area that is so, SO personal to me.

Now, to the feeling stuck part. I’d love to say that in art, you’re always improving. Well, it’s not exactly the case. There are artists whose work doesn’t change for years and they feel content in what they do. Are they stuck? Not really — they feel fine. When you feel stuck in your art, it means that your brain has caught up to your physical ability and went beyond, it starts seeing flaws you haven’t noticed before. You’re very young still and have PLENTY of time to work up the pure handcraft of visual art. What I recommend is, start analysing what your hands are doing. Find an artwork in which you admire the skill of the artist and try to replicate the way their brushstrokes or lines work. Find a screenshot with really good colours and try to make little thumbnails with the colours and the shapes that you see. Don’t go for actually replicating screenshots, define a goal and don’t worry about the rest. If it’s the creative part you feel stuck on, my go to advice is always — stop and take a break. Go outside and look at your surroundings. Watch a movie, go down the rabbit hole of YouTube tutorials on how to restore a night stand (not obligatory), go to your local museum and just. Look. Let your brain wander in how beautiful mundane things are. How pretty are the faces of the people on your bus. Love what you see and with love comes art.

Now on to the learning part. This one is way less poetic because, well, the theory behind art is an academic field and I’m not an expert in it. There is a sea of decent art tutorials on YouTube, ranging from colour theory to multiple point perspective. If you have an artist who’s very skilled and happens to have a YT channel, watch them and really think about what they’re doing and why. I can’t stress this enough, if you want to actively learn something, you have to watch critically. If you have any spare money, you can invest in an art basics course too, god knows my brain expanded 40 times when I finally attended one, and I’ve been drawing for years before that. If you don’t have the finances for that — don’t worry. First, learning is a process and attending a class just sometimes accelerates it. Second, attending a class later in life does NOT mean you missed an opportunity. Rounding up, outside of any means of formal education you can still learn some useful things. Start with the basics, with the “boring” stuff (and I use parenthesis because drawing boxes is really fun actually), with “how to draw a straight line and what is line weight” and not “upper limb anatomy” or “advanced colour theory”. You’ll get there eventually, I promise. Just like I mentioned all the way in the beginning of this awfully long reply: it’s not a competition!

I hope this was useful in any way and I wish you lots of luck and patience. And love what you do, regardless of what other people do.

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Analysis:

(Very) Initial thoughts on Slut! as commentary on fame and bearding

I don’t reach any conclusions on how I interpret this song in this post but I thought you all might be interested to see the thoughts pinging around in my brain.

Here, I’m exploring about how the song could relate to fame and bearding. Taylor said this is like Blank Space in that it plays with discussions on her dating life. There’s a couple touches on Kaylor but I’ve seen others write more about this angle so I’m not exploring it much here.

Flamingo pink, Sunrise Boulevard/ Clink, clink, being this young is art/ Aquamarine, moonlit swimmin' pool/ What if all I need is you?

On the surface, this verse to me gives me vibes of young love, popping champagne, nights out. But I think there could potentially be more to explore. Here are some themes I’m thinking about.

Sunrise vs. Sunset

It’s pretty obvious that Sunrise Boulevard is a play on LA’s famous Sunset Boulevard that is synonymous with with Hollywood. Fitting for a song about fame. But why change the lyric to “sunrise”?

Thinking of this through a satirical lens, maybe the switch is a nod to the sun is rising on Taylor’s career instead of setting. We know her fame shot to the highest levels ever (at the time) in the 1989 era.

Further, maybe the sunrise imagery can also be thought of as an upside down sunset and vice versa. It reminds me of the upside down room in the Lover house. Which happens to be yellow/orange/sun colored with a bright light like the sun. Notably, there are blue accents in the room including what looks like a blue record player on the bench and blue vinyls on the wall.

Other interpretations: Maybe there is a sunrise with the beginnings of Kaylor despite the world thinking Taylor is Slut! Or, it’s a play on Sunrise Boulevard in Florida where the Stonewall National Museum is located.

Flamingo Pink

Something else I find curious is that flamingos eat upside down.

Also, there are flamingos in Florida so if Sunrise Boulevard really is a nod to Stonewall, this makes sense.

Sunset Boulevard (the film)

Now back to the Sunset Boulevard connection, did you know there is a film called “Sunset Boulevard”? It’s considered by many to be one of the “greatest films of all time.” The gist of the movie is:

“An aging silent film queen (Norma) refuses to accept that her stardom has ended. She hires a young screenwriter (Joe) to help set up her movie comeback. The screenwriter believes he can manipulate her, but he soon finds out he is wrong. The screenwriters ambivalence about their relationship and her unwillingness to let go leads to a situation of violence, madness, and death.”

The screenshot below is from the movie. Looks like a moonlight swimming pool, right? Norma kills Joe for betrayal including moonlighting a secret side project under her nose. (Someone who knows this movie better than me might bring more insight on all this).

Got love-struck, went straight to my head/ Got lovesick all over my bed/ Love to think you'll never forget/ Handprints in wet cement/ Adorned with smoke on my clothes/ Lovelorn and nobody knows/ Love thorns all over this rose/ I'll pay the price, you won't

My first thoughts on this are Taylor’s fame went “straight to her head” leading her to go on with the bearding which she hopes will keep her in the GP’s heads or make them “never forget”.

Notably, handprints in wet cement are synonymous with Hollywood. Aligns with the fame angle.

“Adorned with smoke on my clothes” makes me think about her being in the press all the time with these beards and people loving her for it but she can’t get the stink of it off her either.

Lovelorn and nobody knows - no one knows about her real, secret relationship. But they know about all about her bearding “love thorns all over this rose”, even though her beards don’t get the same negative attention she does “I’ll pay the price you won’t”.

But if I'm all dressed up/ They might as well be lookin' at us/ And if they call me a slut/ You know it might be worth it for once/ And if I'm gonna be drunk/ I might as well be drunk in love

Send the code, he's waitin' there/ The sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air/ Everyone wants him, that was my crime/ The wrong place at the right time/ And I break down, then he's pullin' me in/ In a world of boys, he's a gentleman

“Send the code he’s waiting there” sounds like meeting up with a beard. Lover in the foyer doesn’t even know you vibes.

“The sticks and stones they throw froze mid air” reminds me of how a pap photo is a shot of a singular moment in time.

“Everyone wants him that was my crime” maybe her famous beards bring too much attention.

Got love-struck, went straight to my head (Straight to my head)/ Got lovesick all over my bed (Over my bed)/ Love to think you'll never forget/ We'll pay the price, I guess

The switch to we’ll pay the price sounds like a switch to talking about her real lover.

Half asleep, takin' your time/ In the tangerine, neon light, this is luxury/ You're not sayin' you're in love with me/ But you're going to/ Half awake, takin' your chances/ It's a big mistake, I said, "It might blow up in your pretty face"/ I'm not saying, "Do it anyway" (Do it anyway)/ But you're going to

My gut tells me the tangerine neon light is connected to the orange stunting warnings. Taylor uses orange as a prison/stunting color.

#I wrote this pretty fast for an analysis post #because if I don’t then I will never get it out #I still have my WCS analysis draft sitting there waiting to be finished bec I haven’t gotten it perfect #trying something new here

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Of All Places, Why Paris?

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*This is a break from all the purely TZP related content I've been putting out here and that content shall resume in a day or two but for now, have a Henry related post* ;)

Have you ever wondered about the specificity of Henry's answer to Alex when Henry said that he would live in Paris if he was an anonymous person in the world? Like why Paris? Henry could've chosen Italy, Germany, Switzerland, or Greece which are all lovely places but no, he chose Paris, France specifically.

I pondered on his answer for a little bit and I think I have an explanation for it. This is me sharing that explanation with you guys, if you also wondered about the reason why Henry wanted to live in Paris.

Paris, the capital of France is known as many things, the "City of Love (and Romance)", the "Fashion Capital" of the world and the "City of Lights". To be completely honest, Paris is one of my dream cities to visit since I was a young girl. I've always wanted to see the lights of the Eiffel Tower, go inside the Louvre Museum, visit the Notre Dame Cathedral, eat authentic French food and more.

I'll move on to the main point here before I get sidetracked by my random thoughts...

Henry was so specific when he told Alex that he wanted to live in Paris given the chance of being an anonymous person in the world. I think that given the chance, Henry wanted to live a life that is authentic to who he is and far from the conformities and traditions that force him to not live his life as a gay man.

Back in the olden days and even until now, being gay is not considered to be illegal in Paris. The city even has a very lively queer night life that celebrates all types of sexualities. This is the exact opposite of what is in the traditional English way of life, especially in the Royal Family, which is where Henry belongs in.

To quote what Nora said to Alex "Princes aren't allowed to be gay". Key word is allowed and so that means that until tradition changes, Henry is trapped in his "closet" and is forced to conform to something that is not authentic to him. Merely thinking about this just breaks my heart.

I also want to share some insights from an interview of a favorite author of mine, Cassandra Clare. For those who don't know, Cassandra Clare is the author of the bestselling Shadowhunters Chronicles (which is one of my favorite sagas of all time) and she has introduced me to a lot of my favorite queer characters, some of them also share the same predicament as Henry.

In one of her interviews, Cassie shared that queer people, especially gay men during the Victorian and Edwardian era, go to Paris for one thing: freedom. In Paris, these gay men can live their authentic selves without the fear of being judged by society and even those closest to them like their family and friends. This is also one of the biggest reasons why in one of her trilogies, about a couple of queer characters always reference going to Paris.

Going back to Henry, this idea can be applied because he wants to live his life freely and openly. He even mentions it to Alex during their Paris stroll that only his sister Bea fully knows about him. His mom probably suspects, his brother Philip is completely oblivious and his grandfather, the king, is a cold and hard realist.

Henry also mentioned to Bea after he returns to Kensington from Texas that the idea of royalty in the 21st century is antiquated, which is true because the royals live by tradition and most of them are not willing to change it, which is heartbreaking.

Also, in the film, Henry's grandfather states that the nation simply will not accept a prince who is homosexual. This hurts and angers me at the same time because they already live in the 21st century and yet they're acting as if it's the Victorian or Edwardian era where being gay is not allowed.

This turned out to be pretty lengthy and I may have veered off the tracks a bit at some parts but the main point is that Henry wanted to live in Paris because in Paris, he can live his life as a gay man who has nothing to worry about, not bound by traditions, simply free and happy in his own authentic self.

That's all my thoughts, folks. Note that all of these are my personal thoughts. Feel free to let me know your thoughts.

I did like writing this post and sharing my thoughts with you. Henry deserves the biggest hug and lots of support after everything he's been through and I'm happy Alex is with him.

Now, back to regularly-scheduled TZP-related posts for the rest of the year....(Partly kidding because a thought about Henry/Nicholas might pop up in my brain randomly and if I feel the need to share it, I'll definitely share it here).

Be well and all my love. Have a lovely day/night wherever you guys are.

#rwrb movie #red white and royal blue #prince henry rwrb #henry fox mountchristen windsor #nicholas galitzine #taylor zakhar perez #alex claremont diaz #rwrb spoilers

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randomshenaniganery · 2 years

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How to Handle the Magicam Monsters while getting as much money as possible and avoiding conflict (not made by azul that bitch wishes he was me /j)

1. Getting Cater, Jade and Idia to find out the identities of every single one of these bastards so that we have someone to bring to small claims to (home address, contact info, and family are a must)

2. Printing screenshots of their posts that are literal proof of their crime as well as eyewitnesses. place some of these screenshots in random places to shame them with text detailing what they did wrong as as example and so that I can point at it look at other people and say “look at these bitches horrible fucking asshats yeah?”

3. listing out the prices for everything they broke or vandalize and adding in that emotional distress tax because fuck you Why are these flowers so expensive? Well they’re being home grown in the PRESTIGIOus Night Raven College They could not be compared to any other ingredient u simply buy off in the markets how dare u

4. Blackmail/convince/bully crowley into letting me assemble a security team that does rounds around the school where in said security has the power to remove anyone causing trouble and banning them but we get paid for our troubles because STUDENTS AREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE SECURITY CROWLEY THE SCHOOL IS SUPPOSED TO PROVIDE THAT (i want rook to be in this security team I want him to shoot arrows just inches away from peoples faces with a note telling them LAST FUCKING WARNING BITCH)

5. (will apply if I just don’t want to deal with the magicam monsters at all) just ban phones from the whole school. There will be stall where u leave your phone behind and people will watch over it or else just don’t fucking go in. If they bitch about it show them the list of actual fucking crimes committed. We’re no longer allowing people to use their phones within the premises because of how damaging it can be like you kept touching a person’s body part even though they said no? Go to jail I hope your hands get ripped off you pieces of shit

6. (if there is literally no other choice and for some reason crowley won’t ban phones this is the back up rule) just have the halloween party but don’t invite the public. The party is private but the touring thing can be public its not that hard crowley use your fucking bird brain bitch

7. put up the waffle selling stall outside of the school and like a huge trashcan I’m only putting this here for Jamil’s sanity (I’m not azul i swear)

8. the most obvious thing i was so shocked riddle didn’t do was put a fucking sign that listed out the things not to do. WHY DID IT TAKE Y’ALL SO LONG TO PUT ONE UP???? and then add the note anyone who breaks this rules will be escorted out of the premises. That’s it, that’s what museums do, its what concerts do, I only need to use an eighth of my brain for this

9. Don’t eject the magicam people by just flying them out they’ll just think its funny and make that a trend what u do is you get a bunch of svanaclaw giant beef heads let them take someone by the arm and drag them OUT OKAY YOU CAN DO THAT BECAUSE ITS PRIVATE FUCKING PROPERTY

10. Convince vil to make a very sad video about how sad he is with how people have been treating his school and he’s just so devastated by what they’ve done and then use ignihyde students to rile up his fans to bash them online and ruin their magicam monsters’ fanbases

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lacependragon · 28 days

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Hi! What mods do you have on your Stardew Valley modded game ?

Hi! Thank you so much for the interest.

There are currently 237 folders in my mods folder. I'll try to stick to only the ones that I've mentioned or taken screenshots of.

Those ones are:

Tractor Mod

Questable Tractor

Ridgeside Village

Seasonal Outfits for Ridgeside Village

Stardew Valley Expanded

Seasonal Outfits with Slightly Cuter Aesthetic for Expanded

Seasonal Outfits with Slightly Cuter Aesthetic for base Stardew Valley

East Scarp

A New Dream (for East Scarp)

Bachelors Stay Friends

Bean's Pet Overhaul

ClownCore

Elle's Seasonal Buildings

Elle's Cuter Coop Animals

Elle's Cuter Barn Animals

Elle's Cuter Cats

Elle's Cuter Dogs

Elle's Grass Replacement

Fievel Goes to East Scarp

Gwen's Doghouses

Gwen's Paths

Integrated Minecarts

Jasper NPC (for East Scarp)

Juliet & Jessie (I genuinely love both of these ladies so much I'm never removing this mod)

Lily's Rustic Tractor Garage

Mr Ginger

SD's Mushrom Dig Spot

Seasonal Vanilla UI

Jorts and Jean

Better Shipping Bin

Bigger Backpack

Always Raining in the Valley (for East Scarp)

AlwaysHay

Better Chests

Demetrius on the Spectrum

Dynamic Night Time (which works everywhere except Sophia's farm and I do not know why)

Forage of Ferngill (I love collecting and wandering, so this is perfect for me)

Grandpa's Tools (I love how broken down they look before you start upgrading them, and the colour changes to the fishing bar make it easier for me to fish)

Immersive Farm 2 Remastered

HappyBirthday

Jean and Jorts SVE Compatibility Patch

Marry Morris

Part of the Community

NPC Map Locations

Place Furniture Outside

Polyamory Sweet (this is FUN I love that the bed changes is built into the mod)

Random Slimes

Ring Overhaul

Visit Mount Vapius

Cape Stardew

Downtown Zuzu (the requirements of this one are tricky, but I figured it out)

Visible Fish

Xiddav's Little Red School House (dunno if it'll work, but it's cute)

UI Info Suite 2 (only on Github)

Various Coal Ores + Extras

Ore Increase V3 (I hate mining. A little help is appreciated)

CBJ Cheats Menu (for occasional assistance)

NoClip (a must)

Adoption Prices (lets you change the cost of pets)

Darkroom Portrait Shop

Lasting Conversations

Ranch Expansion

Marnie Deserves Better

Penny Expanded

Romanceable Rasmodius SVE

Rodney O'Brien (for East Scarp)

The Geology Mod (expands the museum. So cool)

Automate

#stardew valley #asks and answers #stardew valley modded #gigisworlds #sdv #lace speaks #modded stardew valley

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flowerbarrel-art · 23 days

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Did some edits of Stealing the Diamond screenshots for baby dragon Henry AU.

He doesn’t have wings as a baby so luckily he won’t be carrying anyone in the museum off. Though even if he did have wings he’d have been too small then to fly off with someone.

In the AU, Henry hatched one night while Alexander was walking past the pedestal. He and the other guards tried to catch Henry but the baby dragon managed to escape. Not long after that Ellie found Henry in an alleyway and started feeding him. Ellie and Charles later adopt Henry.

#PuffballsUnited #Henry Stickmin #THSC #dragon Henry #screenshot edit #FlowerBarrel Art

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drifting-pieces-blog-blog · 9 months

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Breaking down the comics: Sun in eyes

BONUS COMIC REVIEW:

Issue 17 mini comic: Marc Spector - The Worship of False Idols

You guys. You guys have no idea. This is it. This is the reason I fell utterly in love with Moon Knight. I'm so excited.

When I found Moon Knight (I'll get to that discovery in a later review) I just had to know who he was. I stayed up all night downloading and reading everything.

When I got to this piece it must have been 3am and this is what made me obsessed.

What's hilarious is that this mini comic comes at the end of a really dramatic Marc Spector heavy issue in which he's dark and angsty and violent.

And then...You get this. This delightful idiot man that's just doing his best.

Let's get into it!

I wonder if this image of Marc might be what inspired Doctor Grant from the show.

We open with Marc holding a machete and making his way through a jungle in South America.

Narration: Long before there was a Moon Knight, there was Marc Spector. Though he wore but a single name, he operated under many guises... Soldier of fortune, treasure seeker, courier, mercenary, were a few of those guises.

He was a man whom Moon Knight can now look back on with only slender pride - A strong man, yes, and thoroughly determined, but often a ruthless man, one who braved danger only for money. This is one of his stories."

Such lovely narration. Painting a picture of a gruff killer for hire out for a buck and not afraid to get dirty for it.

We see him hacking his way through a jungle and complaining the whole time.

"Must've hacked my way through thirty miles of this green hell..."

He had previously met with a drunken archeologist (probably at a bar) who told him about a beautiful ugly idol made of solid gold.

He finds a clearing and there sits the idol

He doesn't find this suspicious at all.

There's going to be a lot of screenshots in this review.

(flat in the dirt again.)

The dog apparently belongs to an archeologist nearby. His wife comes out of the tent, remarking that he's probably out drinking again. (Marc's info source).

She looks around and notices the Idol is missing. She shrugs and goes back to the tent.

She has a busy day tomorrow if she's to keep looking for a big discovery that she thinks is very near.

Marc wakes in a dark underground cavern.

Now we get to watch this poor man try to think this through.

"But I can't carry any more than I've already got.

Maybe I should substitute-take something else-something better...

No-The archaeologist in the bar said this idol is the choice one--the one that'll command the highest price from collectors and museums--worth far more than its weight in gold.

But if I leave now, I'll never find this place again. Not before those archaeologists do--and by then they'll have armed guards swarming this place...

Got to decide now-cuz I won't be able to change my mind later..."

Marc decides to keep the one he already has.

He follows a draft and finds himself in a bat cave with Guano up to his calves.

Oh Marc…Oh no…

Oh no.

Oh no

Marc no…

Marc no…stop…

Buddy…pal….Beloved hero of my heart…

I mean…He saves them. Marc isn’t as heartless as he thinks he is. Just cause he’s having a bad day doesn’t mean they have to have one too.

And now… I give you my hero. The light of my life. My obsession. My sweet cheese. My good time boy.

Damn Marc, that’s a nice leg.

Marc makes it back to the town.

He staggers towards where he's staying, looking forwards to a week in bed and then cashing in his idol for the sweet sweet dough (get that bread Marc).

Suddenly, his thoughts of rest are interrupted by someone shouting "Three Dollars American!"

He looks over to see the archeologist and his wife talking.

She admonishes him for taking so long to get back to the newly discovered temple....then asks him why he keeps guying the cheap plaster idols.

Marc looks over to a stand with a man selling "Genuine Inca idols straight from the temple of the sun!"

This is Marc Spector everyone. Mercenary dark and tormented and angry and violent killing machine Marc Spector.

The man that can’t forgive himself and that no one loves easily. A man that is hated and feared.

I don’t read Moon Knight for the dark action. I read Moon Knight for moments like this.

This is what made me fall in love. Not the white cape, the mental health, the DID, the religiously tortured soul, the hero that needs saving…

This man that is having the worst time and still he stumbles into the sunset because DAMN IT he worked hard to get there and he’s going to get something out of it… But at the end of the day, he’s no further along than the rest of us.

He probably had a drink and went to bed after this. Maybe laughing to himself. Maybe laughing about all the close calls. Maybe crying a little.

But he didn’t go back to rob the excavation site. He said “Not today. Not this time.” and went on with his life.

And he told no one of this, because he’s Marc fucking Spector and he has a reputation.

So I leave you with this. The best image of Marc Spector I’ve ever seen. The true meaning and mood of Moon Knight I’ve ever seen.

This pretty much just sums up his life:

(And somewhere, Khonshu looked at this mess and said “That’s the one. That’s the one for me. My son!”)

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight comics #analyzing the comics #Marc Spector #Khonshu took one look and said 'bless this mess'#Look at him #My sweet boy #I love him so much #No one tell Tigra #Frenchie looked at this man and swore to follow him to the ends of the earth #If only Jake and Steven knew

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boots-with-the-fur-club · 6 months

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Chapter 10 of the reincarnation au!

@daboyau

@rottmnt-background-screenshots

Surprisingly, no memory filled dreams happened that night.

The turtles and Splinter woke up mostly peacefully. It was later in the day since they stayed up most of the night.

The time difference was pretty rough but they were trying to handle that as best they could.

Leo portaled in some food and a pot for Mikey to make some breakfast over a fire they made outside. They had grilled fish and some rice, something they’d eat a lot of in their past lives.

Splinter joined them in the nostalgia over the meal. Even though the last time he had it wasn’t actually in a different lifetime, it might as well have been.

So much has changed since then.

He was never really planning on coming back, let alone bringing his sons along. There were too many painful memories he really didn’t want to revisit.

This wasn’t about him though. As much as those memories hurt them, there were a lot more painful memories awaiting his boys.

If he could help him through them then he would.

“What are you all planning on doing now that we are here?”

“I was thinking we should find some museums.” Leo answers.

Everyone stares at him in surprise.

“To see if our stuff is there! Just because we’ve had past lives doesn’t mean I like learning. In fact, if I ever say I actually want to go to a museum that isn’t magic or about Jupiter Jim, assume I’m a clone.”

“That makes a lot more sense.” Donnie deadpans.

“We should go to whatever museum here sent the key to the New York museum. If they had that, they probably have our stuff too. Or at least know where it’s at.” Raph suggests.

“I wonder why the museum sent it in the first place. I know they called it cursed, but what could the key have done?” Mikey questions.

“Guess we’re going to find out. Ikuzo, mis hermanos!” Leo holds up his sword.

“As much as I’d love to encourage your newfound trilingualness, we still have to use disguises. I doubt Japan is any better than New York with dealing with our green complexion.” Donnie makes him lower the sword.

“Blue, come with me to the lair for a bit. I have an idea.” Splinter looks at him.

“You’ve got it!” Leo portals the both of them away.

Eventually they come back, Leo lands dramatically in a brand new outfit.

He wore tabi socks and wooden sandals with blue straps.

His matching blue kimono had a red wrap around his waist and yellow stripes on the sleeves.

His brothers stare in awe.

“Dad made them for all of us!” Leo tosses the kimonos at his brothers.

They quickly get dressed.

Donnie had a purple kimono with black blocks etched all over.

Mikey wore a yellow kimono with orange spots.

Raph got a red kimono some tiger patches sewn on.

“Thanks, pops. I really appreciate it.”

Splinter smiles at him.

“You’re welcome, my son. I will take on my radical teen disguise. I will be just one of the gang.”

“These take care of our lack of clothes, but not the green skin.” Donnie says as he looks at his clothes more.

Leo holds out some wide brimmed straw hats in front of them.

“No, but these do! Now let’s get to that museum before it closes. You can thank me later for finding out which one it was later.“

After completing their disguises, Leo portaled them to near where the museum was.

Luckily for them they came at a time where after waiting about 20 minutes, it was free to enter.

They began looking all over the different exhibits. Seeing the tools and items from 1,000 years ago brought both a sense of familiarity and foreignness.

Sure they had seen it all the time in their memories, but back then they were brand new. Now they could see just how much they aged.

The time they had been alive before was so far behind them.

Slowly, and really without realizing it, they began to drift apart to different areas of the museum.

Raph found himself standing and staring up at a case holding pieces of something. His eyes are drawn back down to the plaque in front of it.

He didn’t need to read it to know what the pieces were of.

His heart ached. Sure it had broken a few times and was always replaced, but something told him that this mask had been the last.

Aoi wasn’t there to get Tora a new one.

She could have bought her own. He knew it wouldn’t be the same. The mask itself was never really what she was attached to.

He feels a gentle bump to his arm and glances downwards.

His eyes widen when he sees Leo holding up a mask that looked very similar to the one that was currently shattered.

“Guess what I found in the gift shop! I had to hold like 50 of these to get to the biggest one in the back.”

Raph kneels down and takes it. He couldn’t help but match the big grin spread across Leo’s face.

For a moment he sees Aoi in his place, holding out that mask for the first time. Their smiles never changed from one life to the other.

“Thanks, Leo.”

“Anytime, imōto-uh, I mean, aniki, I mean-! Ugh, you know what I mean.”

Raph chuckles.

“Doesn’t matter what you call me. Family means family.”

“Speaking of family, any idea where Donnie and Mikey went? I know dad left to go grab us lunch.”

“No idea. Must have found something pretty interesting.”

Mikey and Donnie had found each other as well, in more ways that one.

“…..Donnie?”

“I know, Mikey. I know.”

They looked at the ancient pieces of clothing that slightly matched the kimonos they were currently wearing.

The ones behind the glass were torn, not because of age or time, but clearly from something purposeful.

Kosuke’s clothing had medium sized holes singed into the arms and legs.

The entirety of the back of Tomo’s top was just….gone. The fabric around it seemed torn to shreds.

There were rectangular pieces missing as well in the same areas as Kosuke’s.

“Do you think….we were together when it happened?” Mikey questions despite knowing the answer deep down.

“Yes.” Donnie lies.

Mikey appreciates it.

They decide to meet back up with the others.

The four of them are at the entrance to the museum again soon enough.

Splinter calls to them from outside to tell them that he got the food.

They all leave together and find somewhere to sit down and eat.

The plan after that is to do some sightseeing using the portals.

Whenever Aoi wanted them to go would probably rev up some memories.

The portals mainly landed them in older villages at first.

Each of this towns had some sort of inscription somewhere about warriors that arrived in their time of need.

After Tomo and Aoi got their powers, it didn’t take long for Tora and Kosuke to get them too.

The memories they saw in those villages showed them that.

For Leo and Donnie, there was some kind of pride at seeing Tora and Kosuke….grow.

It was probably more Aoi and Tomo’s feelings though.

It was hard enough surviving childhood with what they had.

Getting to their teen years? A miracle.

Being in their 20s seemed impossible.

They still made it, though.

Raph couldn’t help but be so happy about them all being heroes.

He knew eventually they’d be the great mystic warriors that their dad talked about, but this sort of journey was what he always dreamed of.

He dreamt it less when being a hero meant losing a brother, or brothers.

Still….the looks on their previous lives’ faces was so endearing. They loved helping people.

Despite everything they went through, they somehow managed to keep being kids.

It was nice.

The last place they decided to go to had way more people.

It was also filled with a lot more things than the long abandoned villages. It reminded them a lot of New York.

Bright lights, loud noises, the works.

The group kept taking pictures of themselves indulging in whatever was around.

The food stands, the stores filled with plushies, the high tech advertisements.

Donnie lifted up his phone to take a selfie in front of a Hatsune Miku billboard when he noticed something orange rush by.

“Mikey? Where are you going!?”

“I see Tora!”

Donnie quickly started running after him.

“There is no need to chase a memory! Just ignore it!”

“What if it’s important!?”

“I guarantee it’s not important enough for this! Stop already!”

“I want to know where she’s going!”

“Mikey!”

“Almost-!” He reaches his hand out.

“MIKEY!”

Donnie pulls him back hard enough for his hat to go flying off.

The hat lands in the street in front of him, almost immediately getting crushed flat by a speeding car.

Donnie held Mikey to himself as close as he could.

Mikey stared in shock at the fact that he could have been in the place of that hat.

Donnie breathes heavily and tries not to think about how if he was just a little slower his baby brother would be gone all over again.

…..Again?

Oh god.

The others run over.

“Mikey! Donnie! What happened!?” Raph kneels down to make sure they’re both okay.

“I….I almost ran into the road….” Mikey answers.

“You what!?“ Splinter shouts in a panic.

“I saw Tora-“

“And you just took off!?” Leo interrupts.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time!”

Splinter sees the crowd of people staring at them.

“Boys, we should be getting home now.”

Raph sees this this as well and ushers everyone back through the crowd.

Once they’re out of view enough Leo portals them back to the house.

It’s only then that Mikey leaves Donnie’s hold.

“Okay, so maybe that wasn’t my best idea….but I just wasn’t thinking.”

“I’ll say, that’s the dumbest dumb dumb thing I have ever seen anyone do.” Donnie crosses his arms.

“I’m sorry! I already feel dumb, you don’t have to say it….”

“No! I do have to say it! I tried to stop you! You weren’t just not thinking, you ignored me on purpose!”

“Donnie, I said I was sorry-“

“You never get it! Like when you kept trying to use your magic hands when you knew our ninpo was gone!”

“It worked eventually!”

“Only after we got it back! That’s exactly what I’m talking about! Why do you keep doing things without even giving one second to think about it!?”

“Donnie! Aren’t you going just a little too far!?” Leo gets between them.

Donnie frowns deeply and takes a breath to start up again, but as he sees the tears starting in Mikey’s eyes it dies on his tongue.

“I’m going to bed.” He rushes past everyone to another room.

Mikey tries to follow him but Splinter stops him.

“Orange, I know you want to fix this, but some things need time to settle before you can attempt a repair.”

Mikey sighs heavily.

“But he’s going to sleep angry, we’re never supposed to do that.”

“Sometimes forcing a reconciliation will just create more anger. Don’t worry. Perhaps in the morning Donatello will want to talk.”

Mikey whimpers slightly but nods in understanding.

Leo fixes up their sleeping space and everyone, excluding Donnie, sleeps together in the room.

Or attempts to.

Raph wrapped himself around them all closely, protectively.

Mikey opened his eyes and stares up at the ceiling.

Despite the warmth all around him and the ever comforting rumble of Raph’s snores, he was absolutely restless.

Donnie was missing and it bothered him to no end.

He eventually knows that he will not be getting to sleep unless he does something. So, he carefully slips out of Raph’s hold and sneaks into the room Donnie is sleeping in.

Mikey frowns as he sees him curled up, probably cold.

He quietly walks over to him and lays down next to him. He’s worried that if he touches him he’ll wake up and kick him out of the room.

To his surprise, he gets grabbed and pulled to Donnie’s plastron.

Mikey smiles and snuggles into him.

He’s asleep within minutes.

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