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Burger 🍔 of the day: Chili Cheeseburger at Ty's Hamburgers in Tulsa Oklahoma #food #foodporn #burgers #cheeseburgers #chilicheeseburger #tyshamburgers #tulsa #oklahoma #tulsaoklahoma
#food#foodporn#burgers#cheeseburgers#chili cheeseburger#ty's hamburgers#tulsa oklahoma#oklahoma#tulsa
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“Hi Miss Princess! This is for you!” He handed her a carton of juice, a bright expression on his face. “See it as a prize for effort!”
Miranda vaguely recognized the boy approaching her as another student in the Blue Lions. They had likely attended the same Reason seminar a number of times, if she had to venture a guess. He did look rather young, but she supposed that she was also around that age when she had traveled with Prince Leif and his army.
It was an odd feeling. She had been one of the younger members back then, but now she could look at others and think, "how young!"
She bristled at his approach, imagining the young mage had come to poke fun at her. He did not, though, instead handing her some sort of small container. Her harsh expression eased into one of confusion.
"This is...?"
Miranda inspected the carton handed to her. Juice? She had never seen it delivered in a carton before, only in goblets, but the labeling was clear enough. The box was quite cute even, emblazoned with a picture of fruit to denote the flavor.
...Either way, she wasn't sure failing to attack even once constituted "effort" on her part, but there was little she could say in the face of such bright eyed and bushy tailed earnestness.
"I thank you for your kindness, then."
#👑 ic#toaboel2024#optimismxmagicism#👑 support: ewan#//ty this was cute! ewan is a sweetheart haha#//not letting anyone forget how out of touch miranda is. shes the “wtf is a hamburger” type
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I love your duke art so much hes my hyperfixation/comfort character rn and theres literally no art of him thank you sm aaaaaaaaa
you and me we r sitting in a silent room in chairs facing each other and we're touching foreheads with our eyes closed and we're communicating telepathically 🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝
^ moment from an online lobby with friends as a gift for your troubles (i was houston)
#anon i am holding you gently. like hamburger#but fr ty for the compliment 🙇♀️🙇♀️🙇♀️ uaargh#i have a post in my drafts RN tagged 'i need to stop dukeposting' bc i thought iwas drawing him too much but good 2 know he still has fans!#payday 2#payday 2dles#i guess? its a 2dle for an ask#theres more dukestuff in drafts btw i keep rotating him 😭😭 im completely fine drawing other heisters i just dont have any ideas rn
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Hope you get better soon and your trip goes well. Will you go to Cologne as well or just Dresden? Also: favorite novel of all time?
sadly i don't know if i'll have enough time for cologne on this trip! i have to meet family in Denmark soon, so i'm going up to Berlin for a little while (for my birthday, i wanna go dancing lol) and then to Hamburg on my way north :)
although i will say, have i heard amazing things about Cologne from other travellers in my hostels. and i do have to be back in Brussels in early July, so ....... it's like a 2-3 hour train ride, it's not impossible 👀
SO hard to pick an all-time fav novel .... i usually say Slaughterhouse Five or Of Human Bondage, but today i'm going to say Post Office by Charles Bukowski !! what a crazy little book, i think it changed my life.
#asks#msgwendolenfairfax#ty gwen ♥️♥️♥️#loving germany so far btw !! i don't understand the language at all which has been a little tough#but bavaria was incredible and i'm really looking forward to seeing more of the northern areas !!#plus i made a friend from Hamburg so she's offered to show me around and take me out for vegetarian food when i get there :')
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🤝🏻➡ to give a Historical-Drama Hand Touch™ ( from Maki 👀👀👀 / @somemindsatwork )
{ Love Is In The Air }
🤝🏻➡ to give a Historical-Drama Hand Touch™
If Shuichi were spending today by himself, he probably would have just treated himself to a chocolate dessert with some coffee, and enjoy it with a book. Not that he would have minded much to do so... but being able to spend today with Maki instead, was much better. He always had a wonderful time, doing so with her....
It was still pretty early in the morning, so Shuichi thought it'd make for a nice idea, to walk alongside the shore of a lake. That, and he knew she liked morning lake shores, and he could see why; the quiet morning, paired with the view of the morning sky reflecting off the water, as the waves calmly move, truly made for a tranquil and beautiful sight.
"I love how the lake looks at this time of morning... I can see why you do, too. It's so pretty... Ah, I think there's actually a spot around here, that gives you an especially pretty view of it. If you'd like... I brought some treats for us to enjoy together: perhaps we could so, while relaxing in that spot for a while? Hehe..." Even something as simple as that, while they chat away about anything, would make today feel even more special, because he can do so with Maki....
Eventually, they will come across a set of stone stairs that would take them up to said spot that'd give them a great view, a small gazebo. The stairs were a bit steep, so they would have to slowly and carefully climb them. Though as he was prepared to do that... he halted in surprise when Maki had reached to grab his hand. "....!" Such a sudden action took him by great surprise. Touching his hand so delicately, tenderly... as if he were a princess in those old historical dramas. For a moment, he couldn't help but look between her and their hands. "A...Ah...."
A dark red dusted his cheeks. Did she do this, maybe.... to make sure he'd safely climb the stairs? Or because... she just wanted to? That part of him found himself hoping... it was morso the latter.... and found himself thinking how warm her hand felt, touching his so softly like this. "H...H-Hehe..." But worried if his surprised reaction might make her wonder if he's okay with this or not, he gives her a shy, but warm smile... and cups her hand right back. "I.... I-I'm okay with this. Your hand feels nice to hold... u-um, if that's not, weird t-to say!" He chuckles, finding himself blushing even harder the more he stammers. But finally... does he go to take the first step up the stairs, with her, heart bouncing happily as he whispers: "L... Let's continue going up the stairs one by one... like this, s-shall we...?"
#!!!!!!! 👀👀👀👀 WAAAAAAAAAAAH: I LOVEEEEEEE!!!!#SCREAM S THIS WAS SO CUTE AND SOFT.................#HOPEFULLY I DESCRIBED THE HAND TOUCH JUST RIGHT!!!!#I looked at some examples and I thought maybe..... a delicate and soft kind of hand touch....#and her giving such a kind to Shuichi just waaaaah!!!! I die!!! 💘#he's dying too!!! BUT HAPPILY Maki being affectionate like this makes him so soft......#TY FOR MORE GOOD GOOD SOFTNESS I hold these two gentle like hamburger!!!!#meme reply;;#Shuichi answers;;#somemindsatwork
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Ask game 28
28. last meal on earth?
im so sorry if you expected more but if i could pick my last meal on earth???? it would have to be a hamburger.....................
ty for the ask aaa hamburgering u 🍔
#like im 100% a rice girl i love rice i could never betray my girl rice like that#but hamburger? shes a luxury to me. i can never have her often.#shes never there when i want her. its like winning hte golden ticket to the chocolate factory is what it takes to find her#its just so good its insane#ty for the ask again mwua <3#asks#chiikawas
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[ID: An image of sonic the hedgehog standing to the side of a large speech bubble. It simply says, “hamburger.” /End ID]
What the fuck. What the fuck is this imposter. You made him normal
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lmao okay so the burger is actually a phone and they use it to make homer predictions 😭
omfg no way??? 😭😭😭 i thought it was just a random toy that they got and was using as a prop. i absolutely love that though, i Stan the hamburger phone
#ty for the info!!! I was wondering and thought the boys were just being weird fjsjsh.#I love it when baseball is silly!!!!#I need the photo of waino sitting behind the hamburger phone#for science#I wanna know who brought the hamburger phone though
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some completely unrealistic yj headcanons for u x
✦ precrash lottie’s role model was Cher from clueless. both pretty rich girls xxx
✦ jackie had a deathly fear of spiders, but after staying in the cabin she got over her fear
✦ shauna seriously loved Sade, standing on her bed jumping up and down while singing along to kiss of life
✦ mari, despite seeming dumb, had very good grades precrash, especially in science subjects
✦ postcrash akilah (we can imagine) bought multiple hamsters in memory of Nugget, she cried when they ate each other, duh
✦ van had a serious short hair phase. after watching Bound, she love love loved jennifer tilly and wanted to be like Corky.
✦ misty loves her weird phones, as seen before. watching Juno only fueled her love more, and so she bought a hamburger phone.
✦ tai could only sleep with seriously heavy rain, was thrilled when she found ASMR videos
✦ natalie was a FREAK for Chris Cornell (me too)
✦ jeff loves the idea of a double decker couch
okay that’s all ty x
#yellowjackets#yj#shauna shipman#jackie taylor#natalie scatorccio#akilah yellowjackets#mari yellowjackets#lottie matthews#van palmer#taissa turner#misty quigley#jeff sadecki#headcanon#lesbian#wlw#some inaccurate#that’s the point#okay#bye
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I may not explain this the best but are there any sort of unofficially "public domain" bootlegs? Like older ones that have been posted to YouTube or have had so many clips posted from them that people simply don't care anymore? Or are people who post clips without explicit permission but they aren't really leaks because they've already been publicly shared? I'm only asking because I'm unfamiliar with the expectations of trading and curious about how those things are viewed
No worries, I think I get what you're asking, and it's something I've discussed in other places, like Discord, but not so much here.
Anyway, I think Phantom is an interesting show in that it's so old, and the people in charge of copyright striking bootlegs are so lax, that I think there's less fuss in general about people uploading clips or even the full show to YouTube compared to newer shows where the creators are more likely to go after bootlegs and their recorders. So yes, it should count as a "leak", but as the saying goes - if a bootleg is uploaded and the filmer is no longer around, does it create any sort of trouble for them?
Another thing too is that many of the original filmers have long since left trading and unlikely to care what happens to their videos, which again, is just because Phantom is an older show (I know of one Phantom filmer who has actually passed away, that's how old some filmers are). It also helps that Phantom has had many international productions that closed years ago, which again, means it's less likely that there's anybody in the company who's going to come after a bootleg being uploaded. Like, do we really think the original Hamburg production, which closed in 2001, is going to go after the filmer of a bootleg from 1997? Probably not, so nobody's really going to be be a bother if you upload a video of it.
(Incidentally, this is also probably why members of the cast and crew will start leaking audios and videos - after enough time has passed, who cares? I'm almost certain the Mexico City proshot of Phantom was from a cast or crew member, as was the monitor video of the original Stockholm production, and I think everyone knows by now that it was Anton Zetterholm himself who decided to toss out the proshot of the Stockholm revival.)
Additionally, other filmers might be around but are not on social media because again, an older show means an older generation of filmers, meaning even if they did care about their stuff getting uploaded, well, it's unlikely they'll find out. Compare this to a musical like Six the Musical where the fans tend to be newer and younger, meaning it's very likely that the filmers are newer and younger, are still in the trading and bootlegging scene, are very active and adept at moving about on social media, and will take serious umbrage if you go uploading their stuff, especially combined with the fact that the company is more likely to come after them for bootlegging.
And yes, with some bootlegs, they have been uploaded so much it feels like you're fighting against the current to even go against it, especially when there are no repercussions. For example, the video of the original Broadway cast of Phantom has been posted so much, and by multiple people, that I don't think anybody cares at this point. That can certainly count as what you might consider "public domain" videos in that so many people have it, have uploaded it, or have seen it, that it's just taken as a free for all, do-what-you-want video.
That said, there are some unofficial rules that people tend to follow. Stuff filmed by people who are still active in the trading scene tends to not get uploaded. Stuff from post 2019 or so is a bit uncommon, again tying into the fact that people who filmed more recent boots are still very much around. If a filmer asks you to take something down, take it down. Name it something obscure (but that does not involve the words "slime tutorial" anywhere).
Anyway, I hope that answers your question!
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some thoughts about cultural appropriation
a few important notes before you read this:
- here, when i say “white,” i am referring to specifically white canadian, white american, and white european, with white european being a rather loosely defined term but typically relating to britain. this is not intended to ignore the existence other white identities such as white south africans, but i am a mixed-race indian+white person who has spent most of his life in the united states and does not have enough experience or knowledge of these identities to make accurate takes about them.
- this is not me making excuses for cultural appropriation. it is a dangerous thing that waters down and erases culture, and should not be encouraged.
- this is written in a gentle and hopefully palatable way to white audiences, who i encourage to read this. not every take from a poc is going to be nice-nice about these kinds of things, but this is.
i find it very interesting that when you ask white folks about why they’re so obsessed with certain aspects of culture, the palatable, easily-appropriated ones like native headdresses and whatnot, their reason usually is in the form of “mysticism” and “exoticism.” this is a problem in itself, obviously, tying into the long-standing colonial fetishization of culture, but here’s the bit i actually want to talk about:
when you ask why it’s so “exotic” to them, why it’s so obviously “different and other” at a personal level - it comes from a sense of community.
let me break this down a bit. culture and community are often used as very loose synonyms, and for pretty good reason. a culture is based around the ideas of societal norms and roles, material things, ways of thinking and whatnot - and these all come down to community.
there are certain things that are intrinsic and unique to every culture (even if they are a medley of various different cultural influences), whether they be classical carnatic music in south india, pinakbet from the ilocos region of the philippines, or the ninauh-oskitsi-pahpyaki social role/gender in the blackfoot tribe. even cultures we would consider to “appear” white have these, such as the tales of tuatha de dannan in irish mythology. but the idea of whiteness as a concept does not have these.
whiteness as a concept is a sterilized, “de-cultured” identity that attempts to assimilate most/many folks who appear “white” into a single monolith. this is obviously very damaging and dangerous to many cultures - for example, many ancient celtic traditions have been lost due to the deliberate erasure of these in order to assimilate these people into whiteness.
whiteness as an identity was founded on a basis of eurocentric values and traditions as well as either the deliberate assimilation or erasure of all other cultures and traditions - white supremacy. it still exists like that today (see groups like the KKK or proud boys).
now we know obviously that not all white folks are intentionally racist and a large portion of them genuinely don’t mean harm to poc communities…so why is cultural appropriation so rampant, even in white folks who would otherwise be decent allies to poc?
again, it’s coming down to a sense of community.
i have grown up and lived in the united states for most of my life, and as early as i can remember i have always had questions about the cultural identities of white americans. i’d look at the indian half of me and indian culture that i partook in and experienced, things i cherish such as cooking traditional South indian food, learning carnatic classical music, participating in religious ceremonies, etc. and then i’d look at the white half of me. there was no culture there i could find.
sure, i could look at typically “american” things, such as hamburgers and surfboarding and apple pie, but these fall apart very easily with minimal research. similar hamburger-looking foods appear in europe as far back as the 4th century. bodysurfing/surfboarding has existed in peru, africa and various polynesian countries for thousands of years. versions of apple pie existed in british and french cookbooks as far back as 1390 BCE with influences from the ottoman empire - and apples aren’t native to the americas.
the colonization of the americas and the subsequent reframing of canada and the states as “white” areas is due to the influence of colonization, obviously - and the genocide of millions of first nations people. this was deliberate.
but here is the interesting bit. for hundreds of years, as far back as the pilgrims, cultures that were not fully assimilated into whiteness were rejected and oppressed - even as they colonized.
take italian-americans, for instance. the late 1800s to early 1900s saw a huge influx of italian immigrants to the united states. these immigrants faced oppression in the form of religious and political discrimination (anti-catholic sentiments and anti-communist sentiments). they were often subject to horrible living conditions compared to their american white counterparts as well as violence - one of the largest lynchings in america was the mass-lynching of eleven italian immigrants in new orleans in 1891.
yet today, when we think of italian-americans, we often see them simply as “white.”
a huge amount of immigrants to the united states and canada were forced to give up their original cultures in order to assimilate into whiteness. if not, they were subject to prejudice, discrimination and overall just shitty conditions. for some groups that resembled “white americans” in appearance, such as irish folks and italian folks, this method worked eventually and they were assimilated and accepted into whiteness. for many others due to their skin color or features, such as black enslaved folks or jewish folks, even giving up their own culture still meant they were not accepted as white - they didn’t “look white.” additionally, many cultural groups resisted assimilation and rejected being seen as white.
this is somewhat why i believe so many white americans, canadians, and british participate so heavily in cultural appropriation. it comes from a sense of loneliness, of little to no original culture - and whatever is left has been bastardized and reduced to just “white,” neglecting the cultural nuance.
growing up as a brown-skinned mixed person with heavy ties to the indian side of my culture, i was subject to a fair amount of racism. i remember people asking why my hair was “oily and gross,” and then begging my mom to never put coconut oil in my hair ever again. i remember people telling me that the khichdi my mom had carefully made for my lunch “looked and smelled like fish eggs,” and then only eating bland sandwiches at school. but there is one experience i remember very clearly.
i had a white american best friend when i was very young, from kindergarten to third grade. she never judged me for my food or my clothes or my grandparents’ accent or any other part of my culture and i loved her for it. but i remember having this experience with her one day.
she’d met my grandmother who came to pick me up, donned in an elaborately-formed red sari. the next day, when i sat with her at recess, she said something like, “i liked your grandma’s dress. it was pretty.” taken aback by open appreciation of my culture, i just mumbled a pleased “oh, thanks.” but she didn’t stop there. she said, “my grandma only wears boring clothes, like sweaters and granny dresses. i wish i was indian.”
i said something like, “granny dresses can be nice. you can be white and wear cool clothes.”
“yeah, i know. but any old person can wear sweaters and dresses. they’re just…not from anywhere.”
at the time, i didn’t fully understand her desire to be connected to a specific culture, but i understood in a bit of a detached way. i was always very connected to and appreciative of my indian culture, but look to the white side and i was met with exactly that - a gaping white void. the closest answer i got was “well, your great-grandparents came from germany.” that answer dissatisfied me, although i couldn’t articulate why. now i can.
it’s something like, “but after such a long time, they’re not really german anymore.” i’d seen the absence of culture in whiteness, and how my white friends and family could name a distant time where their family belonged to another culture - but not anymore. now, they were just “white.”
whiteness as a concept strips and sanitizes culture to fit a very, very narrow version of culture - a culture defined on the surface by cheeseburgers and british accents and football and canadian politeness, but dig deeper and you find colonialism, colonization, eurocentricism, racism, and various other systems of oppression.
once again, this is not an excuse for white folks who appropriate culture nor is this me trying to reason my way into approving of it. it’s not, and i’m not. i die a little bit inside every time i see some random hippie on the internet bastardize and water down the concept of chakras. but it is a bit of an explanation, and this is why i have some degree of sympathy for white folks who culturally appropriate.
so, to all white or white-passing folks who read this and understand/relate to it: i implore you this. please, please, please, if you have the time and resources to do so, reconnect with your native culture. talk to older irish folks, or learn about traditional welsh folklore. learn german, or watch documentaries of italian culture. read stories from white-passing native folk, or talk with your black grandparents. please do not lose the culture that your ancestors had to give up in order to assimilate into whiteness. understand that whiteness is a part of you and that it impacts those around you, but if you can, please make the effort to reconnect with your culture. it does wonders for your identity and sense of self.
#emo moss talks#emo moss writes#culture#cultural appropriation#poc#whiteness#racism#xenophobia#cultural anthropology#cultural identity#cultural appreciation#lynching tw#racism tw#lynching#racial disparities#eurocentrism#colonialism#colonization#white guilt#racial violence tw#discrimination#discrimination tw#genocide#genocide tw#kkk#kkk mention
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Burger 🍔 of the day: Chili Cheeseburger at Ty's Hamburgers in Tulsa Oklahoma #food #foodporn #burgers #cheeseburgers #chilicheeseburger #tyshamburgers #tulsa #oklahoma #tulsaoklahoma
#food#foodporn#burgers#cheeseburgers#chili cheeseburger#ty's hamburgers#tulsa#tulsa oklahoma#oklahoma
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Gdy o 23 zadzwonił budził nie wiedziałam gdzie jestem i jak się nazywam, ale szybka przebieżka wokół zestawu mnie rozbudziła. Na szczęście nie trafiłam na żadnego „żartownisia” co by mi wypiął siodło. Nie jest to trudne dla kogoś kto się zna a pociągnięcie wajchy skutkuje, że naczepa odłącza się od konia. I jak się nie rozłoży na naczepie nóg to pierdyknie ona jak światowa gospodarka za całkiem niedługo. Zawsze sprawdzam czy wszystko jest tak jak powinno nawet po 5 minutowej wizycie w toalecie albowiem popaprańców na tym świecie nie brakuje.
Pojechałam na załadunek i tak patrze, przyglądam się i okazuje się, że kiedyś już tu byłam. Jakieś dwa lata temu. Pewnie bym tego nie zapamiętała, ale wtedy właśnie miałam mały problem - albo raczej ładujące mnie głupole. Załadowana podjechałam i okazało się, że towar się posypał bo był źle załadowany w połowie naczepy bez możliwości zabezpieczenia by nie poleciał. No i jedna paletka zrobiła hyc o podłogę xD kazali mi wracać skąd przybyłam co mi było obojętne. Szefowi zrekompensowali podwójnie trasę i wszyscy byli zadowoleni. Prawie wszyscy bo zapewne ładujący dostał bure z góry na dół o ile nie pojechali mu po wypłacie.
Na szczęście tym razem obyło się bez problemów. W spokoju pozwolono mi wypić kawę i przeczytać kilka rozdziałów Halnego nim odesłano mnie z kwitami do kolejnego miejsca. Tam również bez problemów, wzięłam prysznic a po rozładowaniu wyjechałam na parking czekać na kolejne wytyczne.
Zjadłam sobie zupkę instant - kurkową. Była spoko. Akurat zjadłam i pozmywałam, gdy przyszło info co dalej :) Miałam podjechać najbliższej jak się da skąd przyjechałam :) czyli na ten sam Amazon o którym pisałam na początku.
Stanęłam na parkingu 20 km przed załadunkiem i zaczęłam tzw pauzę weekendową. Nie będę Wam tłumaczyła zależności ilości przejechanych godzin w stosunku do dni pracujących względem godzin jakie musimy odebrać w stosunku do odpoczynków tygodniowych bo mózg się od tego lasuje. Bez kitu mi ogarniecie tego zajęło prawie rok po zdaniu egzaminów xD a i tak przepisy w przeciągu ostatnich 7 lat zmieniły się kilkukrotnie. Ekspertem nie jestem, ale znajomi po fachu dzwonili nie raz zaczynając słowami „Kaśka bo plan jest taki a taki i dzwonię bo wiem, że kto jak kto, ale ty powiesz jak zrobić by było dobrze oraz miało ręce i nogi”. Zbyt wiele kombinacji alpejskich za mną bym nie doradziła.
Aktualnie tylko dwie osoby z branży wiedzą o tym, że wróciłam do zawodowego przemierzenia kilometrów. Moja przyjaciółka (ta co ją ze Szwecji ściągałam) oraz mój przyjaciel (ten co razem pracowaliśmy u Suchotnicy Niemieckiej). Są to moje totalnie safe person. Narazie chce tylko z nimi rozmawiać
Przejeżdżając przez Hamburg (na fotce most tzw Wisielec) zdałam sobie sprawę jakie miałam szczęście, że typ od kontenerów mnie olał. Gdybym wzięła robotę od niego to bym się bujała między Hamburgiem a Brenerhaven. Zapomniałam już jak „fajnie” się jeździć po obwodnicy tego pierwszego. Hamburg jest w remoncie niezmiennie chyba od lat 80 tych xDDD Tragedia… chociaż bardziej tragikomedia. Dziś i tak miałam szczęście bo Hamburg za pierwszym razem przeleciałam nocą (jest takie nawet takie powiedzonko- co łączy niemieckie kobiety i autostrady? Najlepiej przelecieć nocą xD), drugim zaś razem nad ranem i ruch był umiarkowany jak na sobotę przystało. W tygodniu można odstać w korkach nawet dobre kilka godzin.
Po 5 godzinnej drzemce postanowiłam sprawdzić na satelicie okolice. Okazało się, że można bez problemu wyjść na spacer z przy autostradowego parkingu na którym koczuje. A wiadomo jak sobota to do Lidla, do Lidla… Nie potrzebowałam niczego, ale pójście do sklepu motywowało mnie do spaceru. Kupiłam kimchi, jabłka, owoc granatu oraz paczkę prażynek (?) krabowych.
Patrząc na naród Niemiecki często dochodzę do wniosku, że są zdrowo popaprani. Jakby tak spojrzeć co się odwala na parkingach to można byłoby pomyśleć, że to naród koczowniczy. Gdy tylko zbliża się weekend odpalają swoje pojazdy jak najgłośniej trzaskając przy tym drzwiami by każdy Hemlut tudzież Ahmed w sąsiedztwie wiedział, że wyjeżdża wraz z rodziną na wycieczkę. Owa wycieczka to najczęściej podróż na zajszczany parking gdzie z ochoczą rozkładają na trawce koce i jedzą kanapeczki robiąc sobie selfiaczki pod takim kątem, aby widać było tylko zieleń xD cały niemal naród tak się w weekendy bawi. Mówię wam ja to czasem nie mogę na to patrzeć zwłaszcza, że wiem co w nocy moi koledzy robili na ten trawnik xD
Jedzeniowo póki co wpadła tylko zupka chińska z rana. Pije dużo wody. Szczerze mówiąc w domu mniej bałam się jeść bo miałam więcej ruchu. Tu boje się, że jak zacznę jeść to przytyje a przecież mam jeszcze tyle do zrzucenia… kupiłam te jabłka by jeść chociaż jedno dziennie do powrotu do domu. Wiem, że nawet gdybym zjadła więcej, niż tą cholerną zupkę czy coś innego to nic mi nie będzie bo nie przekraczam tego co spala organizm podczas samego bytowania. Zastanawiam się do powrotu bilansów dziennych. Mieć ścisłą dietę tak powiedzmy max 600 kalorii a wracając na te 3 dni do domu z trasy mieć lekkie cheat day. Muszę to przemyśleć
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Pairing: Actor!Ty Shaw x Female Agent Reader
Genre: Fluff, humour, drama
Warnings: Some smut and curse words
Rating: 18+
Notes: - This time I wanted to write about another Boyd character, Ty Shaw from the 2022 movie 'Vengeance'.
- The story is set in an alternative universe, where Ty is an actor who does romantic comedies
- Thank you @jessamydreams for the main idea and Dax @ruflirtingwithme for the southern euphemisms 💕💕
Ty Shaw, the charming actor, has hired you as his agent and assistant. One day he was invited to a wedding. Since he was single and didn't want to go alone, he asked you to play his girlfriend
Despite becoming a popular actor, Tyler Clayton Shaw remained the nice guy he always was. Born and raised in Texas, Ty has always valued family and his mom taught him to always respect women. He liked hamburgers, especially when they came from a fast food restaurant called ’Whataburger’, and he also liked conspiracy theories. People told him that he had both the looks and the talent to be an actor. Ty himself toyed with the idea several times, and finally decided to move to New York to find an agent and go to auditions. The plan worked and soon after he became the new heartthrob of romantic comedies.
Unfortunately, however, poor Ty has had a hard time lately. His sister, Abilene died last year, and now his girlfriend broke up with him a few weeks ago. In addition to all this, his career began to decline and the good roles avoided him. Ty was so distraught by these that he decided to retire from filming for a while. He didn't leave his house and didn't answer the phone to anyone except his mother or grandmother. This went on for a few months until one day Ty decided: he would return to acting, but this time he wanted more dramatic roles. He fired his old agent and moved to Los Angeles.
You were sitting in front of your computer as you just uploaded your resume to a job search site. You worked as an agent and assistant in Hollywood and now you were looking for a new job. Your most recent client was a talented, young actress who was suddenly overtaken by popularity and unfortunately, that came at a price. She went to clubs to party more than to work on sets. At first you tried to help her, but even after several requests she refused to change so you quitted. You hoped that your new client would be a much more mature and responsible person.
You didn't have to wait long, a few days later your phone rang.
"Hello! Am I talking to Y/N?” asked a pleasant male voice with a southern accent.
"Yes, it's me."
"Great! My name is Ty Shaw.” the name was familiar to you. "I recently moved here from New York and I'm looking for a new agent. I read your resume and called to ask if you would work for me. You don't have to answer now, I'd like to meet in person before that." he said kindly. You agreed and decided on where the meeting should be.
The meeting took place in a fancy restaurant, which was popular among celebrities. Ty told you about his career and why he moved to Los Angeles, and you told him about your past clients. You found him likable. In fact, even a handsome guy. No wonder that fans were so into him. He was tall, blond, and blue-eyed - like the prince in the fairy tale, only in person. In addition, all this was accompanied by a deep, sexy voice... but stop it right there! Your job was to take care of his acting career, you weren't allowed to think about other things.
So you started working for him. You called several directors and producers to let you know if they know of any drama projects, because your client was looking for just such opportunities. Until there was nothing interesting, Ty started to workout again and paid more attention to his inner peace, because deep inside he still couldn't move on from the bad things that previously happened to him. Over time he opened up to you and told you what hurt his soul. You listened to him and gave him advice. You not only looked for good roles for him, but you paid attention to him as a person and he appreciated that.
When there was something that caught his interest, you called the director and went to the meeting with Ty. He was considered for one of the lead roles in a yet-untitled family drama, which would be a great opportunity for him to make a comeback. Filming will start in a few months, and Ty had time to immerse himself in the script and prepare for the role.
Lately, you've realized that you're not just co-workers anymore, but friends. Ty often told you about his childhood in Texas and his family, sometimes he was explaining you wild conspiracy theories. You liked it that he was so honest and sweet with you. Of course, just like all celebrities, Ty also went to parties, but with responsibility, because the paparazzi were everywhere and he didn't want to bring shame on himself and his family by being photographed in a drunken state. You were very happy about this.
One day when Ty got home after swimming in the ocean, he found an envelope in his mailbox. Official and film stuff was sent to your office, personal letters went to Ty. Inside the envelope was an invitation: it turned out that his childhood best friend, Gerry was getting married in the Bahamas. Ty whistled as he read the text with a tasteful font.
"Wedding on an island? Look at that! Gerry, things turned out well for ya!" he said approvingly as he ran a hand through his hair and entered his house. It suddenly dawned on him that he hadn't seen Gerry for a long time, but Gerry must have read about him on some celeb gossip website and knew about his breakup. Shit! Everyone will go with their partner, and he didn't have anyone. Ty didn't want to be pitied for being single. He had to figure something out: who could he take with him? He looked at the names in his phone and caught his eyes on yours. It's true that you were his agent, but at the same time, you were also his good friend. He thought about what it would be like if he asked you to play his girlfriend.
In the late afternoon, you were in the kitchen putting the dirty dishes and cutlery into the dishwasher when the bell rang. You went outside and saw Ty.
"Hi! What's up?" you asked as you let him in and invited him into your apartment.
"Nothing special. I mean…the thing is…well…” Ty was visibly embarrassed, searching for words. "I was invited to my childhood friend's wedding."
"That’s great! And where will it be?” you asked as you went back to clean up. You didn't leave it there just because he was present.
"In the Bahamas." Ty replied, rocking himself back and forth slightly in confusion.
"Wow! Then it will be very nice! And who are you taking with you?” you asked. Only after a few seconds of pause Ty spoke.
"Well, that's why I came. I was thinking what if… well… if you pretended to be my girlfriend.” Hearing the request, the glass almost fell out of your hand.
"What?" you couldn't believe your ears. In your career, you have never been asked by a client to do something like this.
"You can say no, I would completely understand it. I could look for someone else."
"No, it's not that, it's just that I'm your agent and I don't know if this is a good idea."
"Look, let's just pretend that we're together and after that we can go back to the old ways." Ty said, somewhat relieved.
"Well, if you insist on it, then fine, I'll pretend I'm your girlfriend. But no funny business!” Ty put his hand over his heart.
"I promise I'll be a gentleman the entire time, ma'am."
"Okay then. Now that you're my “boyfriend”, in return, tomorrow, you have to come look at clothes with me for the wedding." you told him with a grin. Ty rolled his eyes and smiled.
So that's how you became Ty Shaw's new girlfriend and you hoped that you would give an authentic performance. And then, what trouble can come out of this? You go and have a good time, that's all.
To get used to each other, you arrived on the island a week before the wedding and stayed in an elegant hotel room. The furniture in the room and the bathroom were decorated in white and cream colors, and the balcony provided a magnificent view of the blue ocean. You unpacked and looked around.
"This is breathtakingly beautiful!" you said leaning back on the bed.
"It is. This is the most beautiful hotel room I have ever been in.” he said and sat next to you on the bed. You closed your eyes and rested for a few minutes, because you were exhausted from the flight. Ty looked at you in silence, admiring your beauty. For a moment, it was as if he felt something for you…
You opened your eyes and sat up.
"What shall we do?" you asked him.
"I think we should go and eat at a restaurant and then have a good night's sleep. We'll see Gerry and his family tomorrow.”
"Okay."
You went out for dinner then Ty signed autographs and took selfies with some fans. After returning to your room, you quickly brushed your teeth, had a shower and put on your oversized t-shirt and panties combo.
"I'm done, you can go now." you said to Ty who was sitting on the sofa waiting his turn.
"I’ll go then." he said while looking at your nice legs. For a moment, just for fun, he imagined what could be under your t-shirt...
"Where do you want to sleep?" you asked him, jolting him back to reality.
"Well, uh, the sofa will be fine for me, you just sleep in the bed." he replied scratching his head in confusion.
"Sure?"
"Sure."
You packed away your used clothes and were preparing for a new set for tomorrow, when Ty took off his shirt and flashed you his sexy, naked upper body. As much as you liked the sight, you tried to stare at him unobtrusively. He's your client! The sentence echoed in your head. Ty went into the bathroom and you got into bed and turned on the TV until you both fell asleep.
You woke up in the middle of the night and went to Ty. You woke him up softly. You took off your t-shirt and leaned in to kiss him. A little later you and him were rolling naked on the bed...
Your phone's alarm went off. You turned it off and went back to bed for a few more minutes. You buried your face in your hands. You had a very sexy dream last night that seemed quite real. You couldn't help it because Ty was a very attractive guy. But even then, you were already embarrassed by the thought of how you would be able to look him in the eye after this.
In the coming days, you met Gerry and his future wife, Vanessa, their relatives and the other guests. Fortunately, you played the boyfriend and girlfriend with convincing authenticity, and everyone believed that you were a couple in love. Meanwhile, you and Ty sometimes went for a walk on the beach, hand in hand, and to avoid the fans at the restaurant, you took dinner up to your room. After a few days, you both felt as if you had been in a relationship for a while. You laughed a lot and debated various interesting and less interesting theories. In addition to these, of course, sex was also discussed and you learned a few intimate things about each other.
When you went swimming in the ocean, you put on your sexiest bikini.
"Lord have mercy!" Ty said to himself. While you were happily swimming, he started to fantasize...He imagined kissing your neck and untying your binding top and bottom, and then you would make love on the beach...You often hinted at naughty things and looked at each other's bodies when you had the chance. Although you were still sleeping in the bed and he was still sleeping on the sofa, the sexual tension between you was obvious.
Three days before the wedding, you went partying at one of the local clubs. You danced a lot and drank tequila. When you were no longer thirsty, you asked Ty to teach you some southern euphemisms.
” Good Golly Miss Molly! I’m bein' two sheets to the wind.”
"What does that mean?"
"It means that I'm fucking drunk! Hehe!” Ty said laughing so hard he almost fell off the bar stool.
"Say more of these!" you pleaded.
"What's that, sweetheart? You likin’ the southern style? Okay, listen: Bless yer heart. It can mean good, but it can also mean fuck you.”
"Oh. Then I'll pay attention when I say it."
"There is also: To be six ways from Sunday. It means my brain is so scattered it's thinking six ways from Sunday or I got so much to do, I'm just six ways from Sunday.”
"These are so good!" you told him biting your lip. As a result of the drink, his accent came out even more, which you found very sexy.
"Right?" Ty asked and looked into your eyes before grabbing your shoulder. "I think it's time..hehe..to go back to the ho..tel."
You somehow managed to get back to your room. You didn't turn on the light because it would have disturbed your eyes and then the moonlight illuminated the room just enough.
"I think... I'll go and take a shower." you said and were about to head to the bathroom when Ty grabbed your arm and pulled you close. You looked deeply into each other's eyes. Your heart started beating faster than it should. Emboldened by the alcohol, Ty kissed you as an experiment. You closed your eyes and felt his soft lips on yours. When Ty felt you weren't protesting, he held you closer to him and you tilted your head a little to the side so you could kiss each other more passionately. You stopped and pulled your clothes off each other. Not long after, you found yourself naked in bed. Ty started kissing your breasts, licking your nipples. This made you moan out loud and he took that as encouragement and went lower. He gently bit your thighs and then started to pleasure you with his tongue in your most intimate part. It was so good and he was doing it so well that you started to squirm under him and grip the sheets wildly. When you were wet enough, Ty stopped.
"I'll bring a condom, don't go anywhere!" he said enthusiactically.
"I won’t." you said and laughed.
Ty came back and tore the condom open with his teeth, put it on him and leaned over you. He kissed you and carefully placed himself inside you. You imagined him to be just like this... You scratched his back while he moved his hips with wild thrusting movements. You had such a crazy good time that you were surprised that the bed didn't break. You've wanted this ever since you met him and now your wish has finally come true...
The next day you woke up with a hangover and a headache. Before you got out of bed, you saw your crumpled clothes on the floor and you looked behind you to see Ty lying on his stomach and snoring loudly. This was already suspicious to you, then you looked under your covers and saw that you were naked...
Oh God, no.
The realization sobered you up almost immediately, although your head still hurt. What happened last night? You had a couple of drinks and laughed a lot, then you got back to your room and... well, exactly what you thought happened.
You felt terrible, you felt like you made a mistake.
You got out of bed and looked for painkillers, while Ty slowly regained consciousness. He turned on his back and opened his eyes.
"Hey! What are you doing?” he asked lazily. You didn't dare to answer him. You took the medicine and pretended to pack in your bag in your embarrassement. When you heard Ty swearing softly to himself, you felt nervous. As embarrassing as it was, you had to settle things. You walked over to him and sat on the edge of the bed.
"My head hurts like hell! Wait a minute? Why am I naked and what are my clothes doing on the floor...and yours?" he asked as he slowly scanned the room with his eyes before returning to you. "Did we…?"
"Yes. I'm afraid. Look, this shouldn't have happened.”
"Fuck no! Fuck!" Ty said angrily as he got out of bed. "No! This shouldn't have happened! Just because we pretend to be a couple, we shouldn't have done it!"
"We drank too much that night and we both lost control." you tried to explain the situation. Ty tried to say something but couldn't find the words. You just looked at each other in silence for a few minutes, then he spoke.
"You're right. We were both drunk and then... As embarrassing as it is, let's try to pretend like nothing happened."
"It won't be that easy." you told him between deep sighs.
Another few seconds of silence followed.
"You know what? I think it would be better if I went to another room until Saturday, so that I could clear my head and think about us. Will we still be able to maintain our working relationship and friendship after this?" he asked with sad eyes. You nodded, you also thought it would be better if you separated for a while. Ty also took painkillers, showered, and then called the reception to ask for another room. He gathered his belongings and left.
You didn't see him until the day of the wedding. You were trying to think about what to do next. It is certain that you can no longer regard each other as mere friends. You hoped Ty wouldn't think of firing you. The thought felt like a punch in the stomach.
Saturday has finally come. You wore a peach-colored dress with straps, because the invitation stipulated that the guests should wear brightly colored clothes. You went to the beach, almost everyone was already there. Until the ceremony started, you admired the wonderful decorations and flowers, while you chatted a little with the people you met during the week.
"Where is your boyfriend?" asked one of the bride's friends. You had to come up with something fast.
"Well, um. He still had a few phone calls to make, but he'll be here soon." you replied with a forced grin. Once everyone had arrived and taken their seats, the ceremony began, but Ty was still nowhere to be seen. You were just starting to worry when luckily he appeared and sat next to you.
"Am I late?" he asked, adjusting his cufflinks.
"No, it's just beginning." you answered You took a closer look at him. He looked so good in his elegant suit that it made your heart flutter. Feelings swirled inside you. You wanted Ty to be there with you and not. You wanted him, but at the same time you didn't. You enviously looked at Gerry and Vanessa, the happiness on their faces and sighed sadly.
You tried to have a good time at the wedding party, the delicious food and drinks made you forget your bad mood for a while. You talked to Gerry's mom and you saw Ty talking to several women. As you watched him cheerfully chatting with them, you didn't like the sight, in fact, you were almost jealous. To overcome this feeling, you quickly went to the bar to have a drink and then looked for a good guy to dance with. You found a dance partner in one of Gerry's colleagues. He was very nice and couldn't help but compliment you on how pretty you were. While you were dancing, you noticed Ty, who was also dancing with a woman he was talking to earlier. He was looking at you intensely, as if he wanted to annoy you.
A little later, you sat at one of the tables and looked at your phone. A slow song started playing and Ty walked over to you and held out his hand.
"May I ask you for a dance?" he asked you like a southern gentleman. You nodded, put down the phone and gave him your hand. He led you to the dance floor and gently put his arm around your waist. You started swaying to the slow tune.
"I forgot to say, but you look beautiful."
"Thanks, others have already said it." you replied somewhat sarcastically. Ty could feel that you were angry.
"Look. I would like to apologize for requesting another room and disappearing for a while. I thought about the two of us and what happened. The fact is that I've had a lot of fun with you for the past few days and well...I have to admit, the sex was amazing too. We took our role a little too seriously." he smiled in embarrassment and continued. "Despite what happened, I would like you to remain my agent, but after this we can only have a working relationship, nothing more. I hope you understand." he said in a more serious tone this time.
"Yes." you answered. His words nearly broke your heart...
Slowly everyone left, you also returned to the hotel. Ty wished you goodnight and gave you a kiss on the cheek before going to his own room. Tired and with a heavy heart, you washed off your make-up, showered and then tried to sleep a little. The next day you and him took the early evening flight back to Los Angeles.
Ty was about to start shooting the movie soon, which would hopefully bring him back to the top league of Hollywood. He kept his word and now really only saw you as his agent and assistant. You only spoke on the phone and only met in person when you gave him a script. You were bitter that your friendship turned into this, but you kept to your agreements.
Lying in your bed at night, you thought about Ty a lot. It true that he was an actor, but when you were on the island, you felt that his feelings for you were genuine. The way he looked at you, that look was everything. Then you remembered that night. His kiss on your lips, on your body, the smell of his skin, the weight of his body on you, your lustful moans... You had to admit, you missed him.
A couple of weeks later you got a text from Ty.
Can we talk? In person.
You wrote back yes, and then your doorbell rang. You were surprised, but you went outside and it turned out that he was standing at the gate. You let him in into your apartment.
"If you're wondering, there were more roles, but none of them were of interest to you..."
"That's not what I came for." he cut you off suddenly. "I want to talk to you, tell you something." he said seriously. You gulped.
"What would it be?"
"Um." Ty looked away for a moment, then continued. "You know that I'm already preparing for the role and I've been thinking about things, including us. When we were on the island and when I realized what we had done in the morning after the night, I panicked and was confused. I needed some time to clear my mind. We've been getting along so well so far and you know, I've been toying with the idea of what if..." he pointed to you and then to himself. "You and I...we'd try. Because let's face it, we're two adults who know each other pretty well and know what's under the other's clothes." Ty said half-jokingly.
"Are you serious?" you asked because you thought he wasn’t.
”If I wasn’t serious, I wouldn't be here now and I wouldn't have said these things."
Hearing his words calmed you, because you were convinced that he had come to tell you that he could no longer work with you and that you were fired.
"Well, you know, what you said, they crossed my mind too, but… if you're really serious about this, then I think we could try.” you said with a half smile.
You talked about that you will start dating and will take it slow and see how things will go later between the two of you.
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Ty for the tag @grippysockgangg ♡
Last song: Save yourself by my darkest days ♡
Song stuck in head: So my brain is like a radio and keeps rotating between Chic N stu by SOAD, 2055 by sleepy hallow, as well as random spiritbox and sleep token songs
Favorite color(s): 00FFFF, C71585 E6E6FA
Currently watching: what we do in the shadows and trying to keep up with tokyo revengers and jujustu kaisen
Currently reading: the only thing I've been reading lately is yalls posts
Currently craving: a long silent walk through the forest
Last movie: in theaters it was venom 2, at home princess mononoke
Sweet, spicy or savory: you're telling me I have to choose? Savory if I have to
Relationship status: Unavailable 💅
Current obsession: sigh... vampires... again
Three favorite foods: lately it's been cherry tomatoes, salmon and hamburgers
Last thing googled: goth tamagotchi
Dream trip: I've long dreamed of spending a week lost in the subterranean continent of Agartha
Anything you want right now: plants, plants, books and plants
Tagging: @ghostdata @nezu-mi @izamami @fleshandbloodrobots @foreveryourfinalgirl (I remembered the url this time 😭) @aealoarcturus @addictt-with-a-pen no pressure to those tagged !
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Sorry for always coming to you for Welsh questions, but I’m using Duolingo and am a bit confused about gwr ty and gwraig ty (I don’t know how to do the little symbol over the w and y sorry); it says it’s househusband and housewife, which, while I’m not familiar with those particular terms, I assumed they were basically a stay at home husband/wife, but the sentence I just got is Nyrs a gwraig ty dw i, so I’m not sure if I’m just misunderstanding housewife/househusband since it seems odd to describe yourself as a nurse and a housewife, or if the sentence is just odd like when I took Japanese in high school and there was a sentence along the lines of “I ate 6 hamburgers in the red locker” (it was such a strange sentence that I still remember it even though it’s been over 15 years since HS).
I sent an ask a little while ago about househusbands and realize I should probably clarify a bit so I don’t sound like a complete idiot (I like to think I’m only a bit of an idiot). I am familiar with the term housewife, just not househusband, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone describe themselves as a housewife who has a job outside the house, and I think that’s what’s throwing me off. In my mind, and maybe that’s what’s wrong, being a housewife/househusband or stay at home parent etc. is your only job, and if you have a job outside of that, you’re whatever your other profession is along with being a wife/husband/parent. I guess I’m just not sure if it’s a common for people to describe themselves as a housewife or househusband if they have a job outside of the house? Or if I am misunderstanding the use of housewife/househusband in this context, if there’s cultural differences, or if I am a bigger idiot than I thought and my original understanding of what it is is wrong?
No cultural context that I can think of, I too would have thought a housewife/husband was specifically what an American would call a homemaker. Possibly some people think you can be both a house spouse and some other type of worker? I suppose you can have two jobs. I've not come across it before, like, but you know, I've not come across most things, so there's that.
I can maybe help on the ŵ and ŷ, though! Assuming you're on mobile, anyway. Add a Welsh keyboard to your phone. It unlocks the Forbidden Vowels. Very exciting.
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