#second pic has me in shambles!

[rob-pattinson]

BEN BARNES 2023 | Irvin Rivera ph. for A Book Of US

#ben barnes #benbarnesedit #bbarnesedit #marvelcastedit #flawlessgentlemen #sabcastedit #photoshoot #edit #* #quality was awful but he makes up for it! #second pic has me in shambles!

[just-ornstein]

WHAT THE FUCK IS THE BEAKER CASTLE EVEN - A SimPE Deep Dive

Alright, so after stumbling upon some of the Beta pics on the Russian TheSims.cc site and this analysis post about the Beaker mansion, I became deeply curious if some of this would be reflected in the lot relationships. After all, some characters like Viola, Kelly, on top of several others could be found when digging through the raw and somewhat encrypted code of lots.

By now it's pretty clear that the Beaker home once belonged to this dude and his army of girlfriends (definitely check out the post I mentioned earlier). On top of that Loki (and possibly Circe) seems to have gone through at least two iterations before eventually settling on their final forms.

And on top of that whenever you scan the mansion in a completely new game, you will find fingerprints of primarily deceased Sims everywhere!

Now to get to the Sim relationships on the lot...

712 freaking Sim Relationships, all of which are unknown. Some of which still have stats set such as married, friends, relationship scores, etc. I tried comparing this to other lots in their neighborhood and NONE even come close. Both Olive and the Smiths have around 400. The other lots have below. And the only lots that are even a tad higher in this number are the Capps and the Summerdreams which makes sense when you realise that hood went through at least one other iteration before turning into Veronaville.

Now I wondered if the encrypted code (despite being very hard to read due to being partially encrypted) had any old Sim remnants left in there. And yep, several even. Many of which even have information such as their gender, hair, clothes and age in there. So lemme go over some of them:

1. First one, a guy who's name is partially encrypted so it will never fully be visible. It's not Johnny cause Johnny also has his character file on this lot.

A male teen with brown hair who used to wear the "tmbodyhoodedsweatshirtboardshorts" + the "tmhairhatcap" hairstyle.

2. Second is another teen, this time by the name of Zeeshan. He had black hair, the bucket hat hairstyle and wore the hooded sweatshirt, except with pants this time around (and grey apparently?).

3. The third was an adult male Sim by the name of Kenneth with black hair. Based on his info he was likely meant to be a Gardener Sim.

4. The fourth was one named Kana... Possibly a longer name cause once again the code becomes a bit shambled here. She too was meant to be a Gardener as seen by her outfit and hair data. Her hair would have been brown.

5. Elle, another female Gardener Sim, this one having red hair.

6. Vasyl, an adult male Sim who wore the busdriver outfit. Sadly his hair data seems to be blocked behind the code. For funsies I like to give the name to Bald Beta Loki, since he gives off that vibe. BUT, I think this was an NPC busdriver due to the outfit.

7. Joanne, an adult female Sim with an unknown hair colour in corn rows style and the classy afbodyjacketturtlesweaterdressboots. Sadly her ID is hidden behind the encrypted code, so it's hard to fully make out.

All of these Sims appear to be NPC/Townie Sims. None of them match ANYONE in the Beta pictures. And the current Townies/NPCs seem to have replaced them. Interestingly enough, those that were NPCs are still NPCs and those that were Townies are still Townies. Making me wonder if this is a thing that translates to other Sim IDs too. That Sims that were Townies in earlier iterations are still Townies in their new form. Same for NPCs and yep, Playables. This is merely an assumption I'm making on what I'm finding here, but if anyone can help research this further, that would be greatly appreciated, especially as this could mean the Viola ID may not belong to Viola Monty.

Viola is an odd case cause no outfit, hair or other data can be found in the lot file and she's only ever mentioned once in the context of lines filled with "sleep in pyjamas". But for now I cannot say anything with certainty unless more remnants of these old Sims could be found somewhere. OR, if these files could be read in its entirety which is quite difficult.

It's very hard to get a Sim ID attached to a lot (believe me I tried) and often times seems to rather happen accidentally than intentionally. Moving a Sim out or having a Sim die usually removes the data they once held to that lot. Good example is Loki in my current Strangetown who lived on this lot all of his life and when he died he had no remnants left on this lot.

REGARDLESS! The Beaker lot is ancient and seems to have been ground for a ton of testing, Sims and many more things. No wonder the Beakers got this home with its incredibly shady history. Half of the beta town was partying here!

#the sims 2 #ts2 #the beaker family #loki beaker #circe beaker #the sims 2 beta #beta sims 2 #sims #sims 2 #the sims #the encrypted code IS IN FACT Hex code btw #I figured this out when opening it in Visual Studio #main problem is that some of the hex is blank #meaning it’s unreadable at least in the file itself #SimPE manages to bypass some of it #but not all as we cannot find these Sim IDs in there

[ncityavenue]

𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙎𝙏 𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎. / 127

Okay ik that I said that I had a brain fart but..Idk y I saw these 3 pics and for some reason thought " first kiss with 127 mhm yup!" But it's obviously not gonna be just cute, fluffy, adorable WE OBVIOUSLY GONNA ADD SOME FUN TO IT. also maybe suggestive idk

Also Johnny might be used in this for other hcs of the members bc he's a very good emotional support I feel,so YAS!

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𝙏𝘼𝙀𝙄𝙇

I just feel taeil is so sweet that even if he liked you, he wouldn't initiate that he wanted to kiss you. I just feel like he's too sweet for his own good LIKE BABEEE STOP LOOKING AT OUR LIPS AND JUST GO FOR IT.

Speaking of looking at our lips, He does often find himself paying attention to them lips sometimes his friends catch him and tease him abt it.

BUT ANYWAYS ON TO THE KISS, since Taeil is too scared to communicate that he'd like to kiss you match maker johnny has to come through and gets the idea of the classic "lip balm challenge" which if you don't know it's like 2 ppl play and one of them put a flavored lip balm but they have to kiss the other person so the other person could guess the flavor.

NOW, Johnny is like "Dude, I have this idea so you could finally kiss the person of your dreams!" And Taeil is a little concerned since None of friends have good plans, More of Johnny, but he explains it to Taeil and now he has his bff in shambles. Taeil is like "but what abt you? I'm not kiss you just to kiss Y/n" Johnny answers with a quick, "oh no! I'm gonna be in charge of keeping up 'the scores' and seeing if yall get it right"

ON TO THE GAME HIDWVDUBWOS. It's all set up and your kinda innocent to this and you don't really think much of it except that you're KISSING ONE OF THE HOTTEST GUYS EVER but anywayssss, it starts blah blah you get orange flavored lip balm and TAEIL IS SO SCARED THIS MANS IS SWEATY, KNEES WEAK, ARMS ARE HEAVY. So yall kiss but like for a little to long that Johnny is like "OKAYYY THE TIMER WENT OFF 10 SECONDS AGO STOP KISSING LOVE BIRDS!!"

"So what was the flavor Mr.Moon Taeil?"

"I forgot we were doing a game-"

"Taeil you're a great kisser, I could get use to this without the lip balm to be honest"

"UHM—"

Taeil has died.

𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉𝙉𝙔

Okay I see this man just going for it but like kinda subconsciously.

You're playing a game against haechan since that mf wanna talk shit how you only win against Johnny bc he let's you get away with it cause he likes you which is lowkey true BUT NOBODY GOTTA KNOW🤫

And win the match against haechan bc YO MAMA AINT RAISE NO LOSER🥱🥱!! And Johnny is happy for you and was on your side the entire time so like he grabs you into a hug a kisses your cheek.

SEE CAUSE PERSONALLY IF THAT WAS ME— GIRLLLLLL JFOW XHWKSLMS

Haechan wit his nosy ass notices and is like 🤨🤨🤨 "hyung did you just kiss Y/n?" And then FIRST TIME IN FOREVER JOHNNY GETS EMBARRASSED. You on the other hand you're just like "🧍🏾‍♀️🧍🏾‍♀️" but inside you're like "BXIWBDHWVSKSBXHWVAISN JOHNNY FUCKING SUH KISSED ME" which is understandable babes.

Later on, He apologizes and beats himself up for it and wants to make it up to by making you a "5 star meal" word from him, but you grab him down since hes kinda a giant and kiss him..ON THE LIPS THIS TIME.

It might've gotten a little heated BUT YOU AIN'T HEAR THAT FROM ME🤫

𝙏𝘼𝙀𝙔𝙊𝙉𝙂

Poor Taeyong, that's all I think when this man tries to be affectionate without the other person initiating it. He needs the ENTIRE 127 TO HELP HIM. How? What's the easiest way of getting someone to kiss their crush? Spin the bottle OFCC🤗🤗

Taeyong does tell Johnny first since he trusts him the most but then he tells everyone except you or not really tell bc it's kinda obvious, HONESTLY YOU KNOW AS WELL BUT YOU NEVER BRING IT UP BC YOU DONT WANNA SCARE HIM HXVSUDVAONAO

Yall are bored out of your minds until Jaehyun surprisingly requests a game of spin the bottle, you guys give him a questioning look though but go with it anyway.

Taeyong kinda gets nervous so he tries to run off with a "guys I'm kinda sleepy so-" Jaehyun interrupts him with a cheeky smile "nooo your not, especially now." Which momentarily confuses you and Taeyong until you both look down at the green tinted bottle that was faced both of you.

"Oh...." was all He could get out until Johnny pats his back with a loud encouraging "BRO YOU GOT THIS IT'S ONLY Y/N, THEY WON'T BITE."

"At least not that hard..." You muttered until you moved closer to taeyong.

You kinda felt sly and had a weird itch to see Taeyong feel as nervous around your present or maybe that's just your Dom self kicking in

You felt his bicep tense up under his oversized Grey sweater, you whispered a small "relax it's just me" GDUWZVISAKOMCS Before giving him a big cute smooch on his lips.

To Taeyong and you, the room felt alot more humid in that moment but it quickly went back to bright and clear after you backed up and gave him a innocent sweet smile.

the boys clowned him about it the next day bc he had his eyes open for a bit and closed them

YOU JUST COMMITED MURDER DOING ALL DAT TO MR.LEE TAEYONG🙄🙄

𝙔𝙐𝙏𝘼

He's not afraid to express his feelings I've notice, so he straight up is like "Yo, you're fine as fuck and I would definitely kiss you"

But this doesn't just come out randomly, you're just chilling late night with Yuta,Mark, and Haechan. Y'all just talking about random shit until, kissing techniques come up which is lowkey fucked up for mark bc we know our boy ain't really had a first kiss that he can remember BEOWVFUCBQO. But then our mans Yuta has had a few.

You already know that Yuta thinks you're good looking because almost everyday he says something positive about your looks so you kinda have a feeling where this convo is going.

Haechan kinda loudly asks, "is there anyone in mind you would like to kiss? Other than Mark, Yuta." I CAN HEAR MARK'S NERVOUS LAUGH HELPPPP— Yuta thinks which he honestly doesn't know why he needed to because as Haechan asked that the first person that popped up was none other than you.

His eyes lingered on you for a bit as you also gave him the same look while you drink the last bit of your cola, he sighs and pipes up, " If we're being honest, Y/n."

Mark is like "Bro fr?! [Laughs nervously]what— WAIT YOU'RE BEING SERIOUS?!—"

And you grin because you internally give yourself a round of a applause for guessing the unthinkable, you clear your throat before speaking and you say "well...what are you waiting for?" Leaning closer to him.

WOOO IS IT JUST ME OR IS IT GETTING HOT IN HERE???

But yeah yall lowkey make out—yes infront of Haechan and Mark's salad.

Mark is just like :0 the entire time while Haechan is like "OKAY CUUUT!"

"Wait so...are y'all like— dating? No? I'm confused!" Poor Markie just wanting some reassurance from this weird situation 😕 You and Yuta kinda just shrug it off for now.

𝘿𝙊𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙂

(SUGGESTIVE SO SUGGESTIVE YALL I— I MAYBE DRAMATIC BUT IDK)

Okay it happened so fast, one minute you're admiring your bf singing Shirt by SZA the next you're giving him sloppy toppy okay I'm joking abt that but it's in the same realm I guess you can say.

You kinda watch him look up songs to cover and you suggest one of your favs, and he immediately does it.

Now the thing is yall never really did much affection since it's still fresh, kisses on the forehead, cuddles, cheek kiss, temple kiss, and all that sweet jazz but never lip kisses OR EVEN HICKEYS😭

But you see your mans YES YOUR MANS over here in his chair looking good with a white tank top with his lean arms showing and some of his chest (I'm a hoe for doyoung's neck IM NO BETTER THAN A VAMPIRE BITCH—) What's not helping is that he rests his head back when he hits little highnotes

It lowkey looks like he's getting the best head right now which it lowkey turns you on, SO YOU TAKE YO CUTE ASS OVER TO HIM AND SIT ON HIS LAP. This is not abnormal for yall tho, BUT the vibe is tho.

He looks at you momentarily until BOOM yall lips are together, ngl it gets a lil..sloppy.

Getting carried away means love bites on the neck meaning doyoung's neck was COVERED (over exaggeration #2)

But it also leads to...fun in the playground which means his slender fingers in your pussy.

OKAY LEMME JUST SAY YALL WERE SHOCKED AT HOW FAR YOU GUYS WENT BC YALL NEVER TALKED ABT STUFF LIKE THAT BF4

"If you guys are gonna do that, at least be more quiet. Love, Everyone in this house<3" Doyoung read off the teared piece of paper swept under the door.

"Anyways what do you want for breakfast?"

"Our roommates just said they heard us last night, y/n-"

"My main concern is the grumble in my belly doyoung and it should be yours to"

"...sometimes you're too carefree-"

𝙅𝘼𝙀𝙃𝙔𝙐𝙉

See cause who doesn't wanna kiss jaehyun? Absolutely no one. But how many of those people get to actually do it? Very very slim! (Sorry Jaehyun stans, including myself)

But the thing that shocks him is not that people wanna kiss him its that YOU wanna kiss him, which everytime he thinks abt it his ears go red.

But the thing is you're only doing this so your ex could stay away from you. The guy has a weird habit of always trying to get close with you still after 5 months of the breakup when you clearly don't wanna deal with him, so you use you bestfriend!jaehyun as a fake boyfriend

Though you want him to actually be your bf BUT THAT'S ANOTHER CONVO.

Yall are at the mall and TO OUR SURPRISE you see your obsessive ex only 2 stores down standing out the store waiting for yall to get out of Bath and Body works. You get out of there with Jaehyuns hand in yours and you notice his hands are pretty classy.

" don't be nervous! He won't hurt you, trust me I'm alot stronger than him and so are you." You reassure while pinching his toned arm, he just flashes a unsure smile. You turn to your left to see your ex and you curse under your breath.

"He's here! Jaehyun kiss me"

"What?"

"Kiss me!"

"Why do I need to?"

"..you're my boyfriend right?"

"Well yeah fake tho"

" Just kiss me. You won't regret I swear"

He kisses you for a while, he grabs your waist until he realizes that this is just "fake"

"Jaehyun!"

"I'm sorry i-"

"Stupid why are you apologizing? Do it again."

"HUH?"

"You heard me Fool, You're pretty cute kiss me again."

WAIIIITTT THIS WAS CUTE UHM ANYWAYS- yall end up actually going on a date even tho yall are at the mall.

𝙅𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙒𝙊𝙊

Well, you see how he kisses his homies already? Yeah he does that with you as well. YALL BESTIES OR WHATEVA😋🤞🏾 or so you say...

You can be existing and he just pinches your cheek and says "awhhh cute!" And swiftly steals a kiss on your cheek. And you're just like "JUNGWOO LEAVE ME ALONE!" (You're like Mark 2.0)

As kiss on the lips wise, he's always thought abt what it would be like to kiss your plush lips but never brings it up. You catch him looking at your mouth and you just take it as him telling you there's something on there.

He catches himself and immediately starts smirking at you and you're like "BRUH STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT"

But then one time you actually had something on your mouth, he was like "fuck it" and used his thumb to wipe your lip. You stopped mid sentence but not bc jungwoo wiped his thumb over your lip but because he THEN leaned in and kissed you.

You kissed back after some shock washed over you. After yall stopped he kinda tilted his head with THAT FUCKING INNOCENT SMILE.

"Now...what if I slapped you afterwards what would you do?"

"I would moan."

"...ok well-"

"Do it."

"NO JUNGWOO"

"PLEASEEE"

"OH MY GOD NO—"

HELPPPP BDJBXUABAO IM SORRY.

𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙆

We already know Mr. No game ain't gon do shit so we gotta do it for him BFIWVDIQMWOG HELPPP NO MARK SLANDER I SWEAR I LOVE MARK

So I see this man talking about how he wants to kiss you and make sweet love to you. Which lowkey cringes you bc instead him saying I wanna have sex with you he says that but you still find it cute.

So he obviously tells all of this to johnny and Johnny is dying of cringe bc he never thought the person that he basically raised is talking about such things, Mark transfer this into a song though and Johnny is like "Dude you should totally sing it to her"

He's kinda scared at first bc he thinks you'll catch on way too quickly but gives in anyway, so you're chillin' while listening to Mark sing his song while playing the guitar.

But there's a lyric that he can't finish because it distinctively talks specifically about you and he mentally kicks himself because honestly he made the song to not show it to you unless yall get married and have 5 children.

"Why'd you stop?"

"Uhm...I don't think you wanna hear-"

"Why would I not? I like it so far!"

"I don't want you to think I'm weird-"

"C'mon it won't hurt me, is it about sex?"

"Not exactly"

"Then what's the issue?"

He sighs, and begins once he starts he looks at you momentarily to see your reaction and as he ends the lyric he looks up again to see you like :0

"MARK IS THIS ABOUT ME?"

"UHMMM YEAH- WAIT NO UHHH IS IT?"

"OH MY GOD. AWHHHH"

"WAIT YOU'RE NOT MAD?"

"NOOO IM HAPPY"

"YOU ARE?"

"YES...MARK DO YOU WANNA KISS ME?"

"UHM? YEA I GUESS? WAIT- ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?"

As he points at himself questioning you, you pull him by his neck and gives a big SMOOCH

He's malfunctions honestly, he's on glitch mode one may say🤭

He scratches the back of his head, "I feel so embarrassed though" tilting your head at him you answer with a simple 'why'

"Because I feel like I should've been more straight forward since I know you like blunt men-"

"Stop right there. Just cause I said that Yuta being so bold was attractive doesn't mean that's my type. I like dorky cute cringe men, meaning you."

"Wow thanks."

"I'm serious! I like you mark!"

"wAit[voice crack] you dO?[voice crack]"

"Yes stupid!"

"Oh my fucking god..:0"

Then he grabs with a second kiss from excitement 😭😭

𝙃𝘼𝙀𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉

(Kinda suggestive)

Okay we all know haechan is flirtatious devil and you never take his flirty jabs to heart but very recently its been getting more bold. For example! He has placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing and kinda playing with it but never in a sexual manner. NOT KNOWING HOW MUCH EFFECT THAT GIVES YOU.

And everytime you help him with something he puckers his lips out but you never give in because WHO KISSES THEIR BFF AM I RIGHT?

His lips have been looking real kissable lately, every since he asked if he could borrow your chapstick bc he was "too broke to get some himself" which was a lame excuse to throw in everyone's face that he shares the same chapstick as you. Which should've been reason 1 that he likes you but that's just silly ole' haechan right? Right...?😧

But honestly that desire to kiss your "bff" grew quicker also when he got tomato sauce on his lips and licked it off making his plump small lips glossy and a little red.

SO haechan needed help with his computer since it was acting stupid, he had the perfect Idea to mess with it so he could call you in his room just to have you around.

You sleepily shuffled your way into his room with groggy 'what', he explained the situation and you stared at him so his request could register in your still half asleep brain.

"Haechan...do you ever think about figuring stuff out before calling me?"

"I DID! I told you I tried to restart my computer like 3 million times and the add won't budge."

"There's no way a browser add is just gonna be stuck there after you shut down your computer unless you're on pornhub."

"That's not the point, Just fix my computer pleaseeeeee"

"Ugh fine! You're repaying me though "

"Yeah yeah yeah just come sit on my lap"

"Okay I'm leaving"

"IM JOKINGGGG"

After turning back to enter his room you made your way over to him and his precious little computer, you bent down some so you could be eye level with it.

"Damnnnnnn!"

"I'm gonna fucking kill you haechan."

"Please do"

"...not if you get pleasure out of it"

"Oh so you like edging huh?"

"WHAT?"

"It's a genuine question."

"Lemme just fix this computer before I do the unthinkable in here"

"Kinky."

After huffing at his sly response, you took the cord out and plugged it back in. After the computer buffered a few, the screen turned on and the home screen popped up with you and him at the 2021 Halloween party (FYI you were guys went as vampires since it was a lot minute costume grab)

"Why do you still have this up?"

"We looked hot I don't know."

"[Chuckle] I have other hot photos you know?"

"Don't joke like that"

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

"Lowkey hope you are"

"Mhm as if you don't have me on your lap right now"

"Its a habit. BUT THANK YOU FOR HELPING MY COMPUTER BESTIE"

As he did his signature puckered lip thing, you look at them for a second and you think if you should go for it, "Fuck it" you muttered before grabbing the back of his neck and kissed him.

You felt him tense up guessing that he's shocked by this new gesture of yours, and when you broke the kiss he pants a bit before looking away.

"Oh....that's not haechan getting all flustered is it?"

"Give me a minute please."

"You never give me a minute"

"What does that mean?"

"[Sigh] when you touch my thigh you never give me time to regain myself"

"I didn't think it was making you all hot."

"Okay I didn't say that"

"But that's what you meant."

"Okay fine."

"But why did you kiss me?"

"Mmmm.. your lips looked nice and you look really cute right now."

"So all the other times I didn't?"

"It's not that, I was waiting for the right time."

"So me calling you in here to fix my computer and you sitting in my lap was the right time?"

"Yes."

"I'm not mad at it"

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Okay I'm kinda sorry on how long some of them are but I'm also not bc they're kinda cute if you ask me.

Also recently idk what it is but jungwoo lowkey is starting to grow on me I think it's bc I watched that relay cam of him and the one with mark which also has him in it and the taeil one starring him I think jungwoo might become a fav but WE'LL SEE🤭🤫

Anyways hope you enjoyed bestie boos and this is the end of YOU GUESSED IT The BGKSC BYEEEEEE😋🤞🏾❤

#nct 127 #nct scenarios #johnny suh #haechan #jung jaehyun #lowkey a mess #kim jungwoo #mark lee #nct #nct u #nct imagines #jungwoo might become a fav pt.1😋🤞🏾 #follow me on this jungwoo journey 🤭 #nakamoto yuta #taeil #lee taeyong #doyoung

[junniieesbby]

🦊🐿

You know the hold that Terry has had on me the last year

Syria!! 🦊🐿️

First of all sorry for the super late response(didn’t forget I promise I just got so busy! )

You know ever since the concert last year I’ve been in and out of my Terry Brainrot LIKE it’s unreal he’s unreal!!

Not a fan of football at all but these two make me wanna become a cheerleader 🥵🥵

It’s so hard for me choosing just one Yeonjun pic😅 I picked the first one because I think we were all in shambles when he went blonde like he looked so good!! I don’t know about you but I love me a man wearing an all black suit standing tall looking like a whole damm meal🤤 as for the last one I think we all have such a soft spot when it comes to yeonjun he’s truly our healing and like he said if you ever are going through a tough time think of him!!💗

first one of taehyun will always have my knees weak ready to give out any moment. This specific video to that picture is such a delicious sight🤤 As for the second picture ummmm tell me you don’t like a black hair taehyun wearing a black fitted Tee because it’s so simple but like it makes me feel so many things! Lastly while I was searching for photos to pic the moment I saw this I immediately was like this is it because taehyun in a racer outfit UGHHH he’s so fineeee!!

Hope you liked them 💗 again sorry for the late response 😔

Send me your TXT bias emoji and I’ll respond with a picture of them!

#yeonjun 🦊 #Taehyun 🐿️ #Angie’s inbox 📥 #blxckswxnxge ♡ #syria ♡

[btr-imagines]

My experience meeting Big Time Rush

So let me first say I was shaking and super nervous so to see them and actually get to meet them. It wasn't even real till I was next in line. They told me to go in and the first member I saw was Carlos. He was super sweet and comforting when he saw how literally close to tears I was- he held my shoulders and was like "Are you nervous? No need to be nervous, we're right here, it's ok" I WAS NERVOUS CUZ U ARE RIGHT THERE, ITS NOT OK but I calmed down a little cuz man Carlos has a way with words. I looked over and saw James standing close by. I went with 2 friends so they were speaking with them at the time, but me and James made eye contact. The thing with James is he really tall. Like I'm 5'4 and bestie felt like he was 6'9 (he's not actually that tall but he felt like it at the time.) He is too pretty and I felt intimidated in his presence but like in a good way. He flashed me his bright smile and I almost started crying again cuz I never thought I would see it in real life. The show does no justice to his smile. So the next member was Logan. Now when I had initially walked in, I didn't see him. He was like in the back probably drinking water. It was time for the picture and all of sudden, mans came out from the shadows and placed himself right next to me. He looked at me with a gental smile and said "it's ok to be nervous" and then put his arm around me. I was in shock because Logan side hugging u doesn't happen every day. I was in shambles. Inside I was a mess but like I was trying hard not to shake so the Logan isn't freaked out but when I wrapped my arm around him I lost it. My eyes watered and I couldn't see straight, I probably look so ugly in the pics (I haven't seen it) but like yeah I was so close to sobbing in logans arms. After the pictures were taken, me and my friends were about to leave but I was stopped. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I was like "omg what happened" but in my head obviously. I turned around and Kendall was staring right at me. I felt like y/n in that moment ngl. Like I was taken back by the fact Kendall had stopped me. I then realized that I never actually spoke to him. It was magical. HIS EYES OMG HIS EYES WERE SO CLEAR. He has beautiful eyes and I just stared at them. I felt like I died and went to heaven cuz ain't no way his eyes are THAT pretty irl. I felt like he stabbed me with something right in the chest (me having a heart attack). It was a moment in time. He smiled at me and said something but like he whispered it. I didn't hear him well but I think it was along the lines of "nice meeting you, you guys looked nice." I think that's what I heard. I froze for a second cuz- ejjeksj he spoke to me hehehe. I freaked out for a bit then said thank you before catching up with my friends.

It was traumatic, I was shaking up until the concert started. Me and my friends cried on the way home it was fun lmao. Also I developed a crush on their opening act- Spencer Sutherland, mans blew me a kiss and like I will forever keep that in my heart. Go listen to his music, mans deserves the hype. That night was super fun and I 10/10 would recommend seeing them if you can. Like that was the best concert I've ever been to in a while 😭😭😭

🤩🤩🤩🤩

#big time rush #btr #carlos garcia #carlos penavega #james diamond #james maslow #kendall knight #kendall schmidt #logan henderson #logan mitchell #meet and greet experience #big time rush forever tour #Spotify

[lumpofcole]

Hey y’all.

I haven’t been on here in a LONG TIME.

So much has been going on.

So much has been “lost” but so much more has been given.

I really can’t see how any of us with common sense who’ve been on social media since coding backgrounds on MySpace can even tolerate Facebook or IG at this point. Cuz baybeeee WHAT in the world. Although, I know the world is in shambles and Jesus is coming back soon but whew chile the candy coated trauma, denial and ignorance is A LOT to see. I unfollowed literally everybody I “know” on IG 3 months ago. And I have 4500 people on my Facebook so imma just have to post and log out when I do get back active on there cuz I logged in yesterday for something God told me to do and scrolled for like 15 seconds and cringed. So yea…no. I know a huge part of my ministry is people…I have to interact with people to encourage them, heal them, free them etc; I told God yesterday imma need a bit more resilience to go back out here and be active/minister cuz I legit be wanting to leave ignorant people in their ignorance and keep it moving.

But yea I need to drop some pics on here and change this profile picture.

Wait…

Are people even still on Tumblr?

Y’all say hi back or something lol.

[cyarskaren52]

Vanderpump Rules Reunion Taping Leaves Cast In Shambles, Confirms Tom Sandoval & Raquel Leviss Are Dating

Most of the time, reality TV reunion specials are regarded as sort of second-tier episodes — bonus content for the diehard fans.

But the latest Vanderpump Rules reunion is a major exception to that rule.

In fact, you’d be hard-pressed to come up with a time when an episode of a reality show was so highly anticipated.

Obviously, the biggest questions all center around the affair between Tom Sandoval and Raquel Leviss.

Vanderpump had wrapped shooting for the season when news of the affair went public, but as the midseason trailer confirmed, the cameras were turned back on so that the immediate aftermath would be documented.

It’ll be a while before we know exactly what went down, but it seems it was a rather emotional occasion.

As TMZ reports, Tom and Raquel participated in what appeared to be a very intense one-on-one chat during a break in filming.

They coordinated their outfits — both rocked head-to-toe black — which seems to be the latest confirmation that these two are indeed a couple.

Bravo posted this pic revealing how the cast would be arranged for two different filming sessions.

Two charts were necessary, as Raquel has a restraining order against Scheana Shay, which meant that the two women could not be on the stage at the same time. 

She’s also seated far away from rival Lala Kent, which was probably for the best.

Lala kept fans updated as she prepared for the reunion, but noted that the cast were forced to surrender their phones once they arrived at the filming location.

“Again, they’re taking our phones, so this is the last you will see of me. Put me in, coach.”

Later, she appeared on Andy Cohen’s Instagram Live, where she showed off some very sharp nails.

As The Ashley’s Reality Roundup reports, Andy also showed off a record-high stack of notecards for the day’s interviews.

“Vanderpump, we’ve got this many cards here. This is gonna be a long day,” Cohen remarked to LVP herself, prompting Lisa to reply, “It might be a sleepover.”

But hey, the cast took time to relax too, as evidenced by this eye-masks and sound bath pic.

We hope they enjoyed it.

It might be the last time these people will be able to relax in one another’s presence for a very long time.

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#TomSandoval #Apology #vanderpumprules #TeamAriana #RaquelLeviss #drama #pumprules #Scandoval #bravo #bravotv #VanderpumpRules #Rachel and Tom are both not seeing heaven for doing Ariana so wrong. #The punkassness #The bitchassery #The cowardice #the unfaithfulness #The caucasity #The cuntery #the fuckery #The dustbucketery #The crustiness #the gumption #the nerve #the karma they deserved.

[chromatic-lamina]

chapter 1039: the main attraction—kidlaw snark and snark again & new vs old

Okay, looks like Law’s done something that will either help of hinder Yamato and Momo and Zunesha in their attempt to stop Onigashima from blowing up, and more so, to stop it from landing on and blowing up the capital of Wano.

But more about that later.

So, yeah, remember how I wrote about Momo staying back in Zou to have a chat with Zunesha in chapter 822?

well, the conversation seems to have borne fruit.

But on to our two bickering biddies! Oda’s gotta love Kid and Law. Really, I don’t care what the dudebros say, and maybe he is pandering to fans, but the truly faithful have been waiting since 2008, right? Again, it’s not my main ship, but it’s one of them and it is fun. So, Kid built this:

and it flattened Big Mom after she’d been shocked through with Law’s shock wille. The crews are:

fearful (Beast Pirates), and ecstatic (Kid and Heart Pirates, and Pandaman has defected to Kid’s crew from the looks of things!). (Someone blew the pic up.It’s a t-shirt design. Law’s not the only one with a thing for bears!). I’m not sure who got blown away last week, but I’m sure they’re okay this week. Shock Wille left Big Mom

with her bones broken from the inside.

So it’s pretty effective (except she survived), and Kid pummels her once all her structure is broken, I guess, which is what Law is complaining about below (and what the page above actually opens with ):

The snark! I can’t. And they’re both hanging out on the neck of that giant bull! Better seen here (once Big Mom gets her bones back) (After the cut): 

And here’s Law leaping onto the bull (and snarking) [again, out of order].

He’s also got something important (and ominous) to tell Kid (so we should get some good Law angst. He’s been doing pretty well, stamina-wise, this arc) 

But Kid ain’t listening, and Big Mom attacks them (the Master Saber frame above) before Law finishes his sentence.

So, they flee, and Big Mom is just amazing, and Kid does go first (though I don’t think it’s premeditated, but these two work well in tandem, despite the bickering). And it seems that

the bull that Kid created is going to gore her, but she is tired out, but still pretty strong because she’s dragged in energy from elsewhere to heal herself (as an aside, why don’t the flunkies fight one another? I guess the main attraction is just too compelling). Also, the S(outh) and the N(orth) of Kid’s power is cool. So Big Mom actually moves the whole tower she’s pushed up against to block, and she’s pretty angry 

and unleashes:

Mother’s Misery! A “living” attack (read the TL/N there. It’s interesting). So, rather than targeting the attack, Law focuses on the attacker:

(look at that gorgeous tattooed hand! Kinda funny when EAT is facing Big Mom). Anyhoo! Nothing can keep a good woman down for long except for

Law being a pesky little gnat again. Like, heh, what can he do, right? Played out his hand already (as an aside, does BM call Kid, Kid or Eustass?). SO Law’s got a very, very, very,

very, very, very,

long sword. And on the page (or right side of this double spread) we can see how this awakened power works:

So, has he accessed energy from the earth’s core to fry her from the inside? Any ideas, please let me know in the comments. AND, first of all, bolero hat survived. Second of all, CAPTAIN! You wouldn’t let Zoro kill himself, so don’t you go kicking the bucket, although, that’s why he had a chat to Eustass who was maybe listening at a subliminal level (or just decided to follow orders. It’s not really an order), cos:

while it seems that Law’s opened up the portal to both heaven and hell (and maybe  the full moon? Bepo! or did Momonosuke do that?), he’s also used all of his power, and it’s doubtful he’d survive whatever Misery’s got in store for him. Can’t shamble himself out of this one, so he “orders”

(I love Law angst. Sorry, he gets a whole pic to himself), who tells him to piss off, but also lines this up:

Love Law’s feral grin. We don’t see it that often. And is Kid accessing the portals/energy or is it not connected. I’m not very visual, so I really appreciate any explanations in the comments. Okay, I just read the T/N on the next panel. The kanji reads electric-magnetic canon on Kid’s weapon. Perfect fusion. I wonder if Oda’s wife is a KidLaw shipper (considering Law is her favourite, apparently!). 

Right click on that and open the image in a new tab  to see it better. It’s pretty impressive. And the T/N is on the uncoloured panel. 

WOW! Law’s basically been saying the new generation is fucking everything up since Punk Hazard, and how. Oda delivered. For me, anyway. That attack  (Kid’s) is like a supercharged electro too, right? Like Law’s counter-shock, but also the Minks’ attack. Cannot wait now that the moon seems to be shining into the castle (and air. Lotsa fire in the castle).

As another side note, how far do you think Law and Luffy might have got if Luffy hadn’t spent all that time not beating up Bellamy? 

Okay, gonna include this one too, cos Law looks pretty cool when not dwarfed by Big Mom. She haki-punches the hell out of him too.

The scans are TCB scans, and wodencreativ did the final colouring, and they’re on twitter, and the first one is GREIISH on twitter. Their marks are on the panels.

#one piece #kidlaw #trafalgar law #eustass kid #big mom #chapter 1039 #momonosuke #yamato #zunesha #ope ope no mi #jiki jiki no mi #one piece spoilers #op spoilers #opspoilers #chapter 1039 spoilers #long post #chromalami #chromacaps #chromamanga #please show up in the tags this time!

[kirschteinsj]

Pinky Promises

Nanami x fem! reader

Warnings: nothing too much! maybe language but overall just a bunch of fluff and lovey dovey stuff 

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Domestic Nanami and reader, just thinking about how much they love each other. sappy and cute stuff.

A/N: Hi! ^_^ Second time posting, I’ve had this one shot saved for a bit now! finally posting it lolz. I've noticed a lot of people have written domestic Nanami pics or drawn art, very glad society as a whole has this perception of him. it truly heals the soul I think. anyway, I hope u like this and sorry if there’s any grammar errors I wasnt able to catch U_U im thinking of doing a hc post next.... unsure hm, we’ll see ^_^!!

“I’m hooooome.” He says loudly as he steps through the apartment door, setting his briefcase down and taking off his beige coat. Putting down the grand kitchen knife she was using to chop up spinach, she rushed to the door with a smile and engulfed the tall blonde into a tight hug, saying hello. She took a deep breath, inhaling the soft scent of his cologne, the smell of something sour and musty soon taking over. Her face scrunched up and she let out a giggle.

“Oh god, Nanami, you stink, what did you go against today?”

“Nothing too bad. Just a grade 3,” He sighed “A smelly grade 3.” He sounded disappointed, probably because he knew he stunk too. Though the smell was horrendous, she still remained in his arms and he still held on just as tight.

“Are you tired? I was thinking of making dinner with you tonight but if you’re too tired I can-”

“No no. I’m fine. Just let me wash up and I’ll help out.”

“You sure?” She asked looking up towards him, questioning once more to reassure. He looked down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m sure, dear.”

While he showers upstairs, she gets back to readying the ingredients so they could begin cooking their masterpiece as soon as possible. Tonight she had chosen chicken alfredo with a tossed salad; One could say it was her favourite, but saying that would imply that she would eat it when cooked and served by whomever. But to her, she would only eat it when it was him who had made it for her.

Y/n adored him. He adored her. To her, he was her light. She could simply not imagine life without him, not after he had come in and changed her in such a way. She never in a million years would have thought to be so in love with someone. To have known someone who cared enough to hear all about her day or listen to all her tangents, whether they made sense or not. Who listened to her talk forever about anything just so he could see the faint glow of passion in her eyes. Someone who remembered the small details in regards to the things she loved and the things she despised; Like how she hated the feeling of peanut butter on her fingers and how she absolutely admired the scent of fresh pages in a new book. Sometimes, she felt undeserving of him.

He admired her like no other. Never did he believe he’d be capable of opening up to anyone in such a way, at least not until she walked into his life. He could write a million lists, all full of everything he loved about her. The way she smiled cheekily at him after a witty remark, how she'd give every hug as if it was the last, the way she was oh so patient with him. It took him time to become vulnerable in the slightest, he just didn’t know how to do so without burdening her. She knew his job was hard, he’d told her. But rather than running away like he expected, she stayed with him right by his side. She refused to leave him over that. If anything, it made her want to stay more since she felt the need to be there for him. It felt like a punch to the gut but a good one. “So, is this love?” He had asked himself then. Nanami had someone who brought out the much more joyful side to him. At the end of the day, he knew he’d walk through the front door only to see her, arms wide open and with a big smile offering a cozy hug. She was his home. Sometimes, he felt undeserving of her.

Putting the final piece of broccoli into the container, she tidies any clutter and went back to their shared bedroom. Sinking into the bed and falling on it with a plush thump, she lets out a deep sigh mixed with some sort of a groan. She herself was exhausted from work too to say the least. She didn’t deal with curses or anything like that, but she did teach a class of 9 year olds which one could consider just as frustrating. Yawning, she checks her phone to read the time: 6:15 PM. Nanami hadn’t been in the shower for too long, a small nap wouldn’t hurt. Quickly, she settled for a little 30 minute nap. That way, she could get up soon enough to help him out in the kitchen and not abandon him to do everything on his own. She turns her phone off and slowly, her eyes shut.

…

Y/n slowly opens her eyes and notices a grey throw blanket placed on her, something that she doesn’t recall going to bed with earlier. “Must’ve been Nanami.” Grabbing her phone, she turns the screen on, wincing at the incredible blue light piercing into her skull. “Fuck.” she mumbles. Once her eyes adjust, she glances back at the screen for the time: 7:30.

“FUCK,” she says, voice croaking “I overslept.” With the speed of light, she leaves bed and runs down the hall to the bathroom to freshen up. She soon makes her way over to the kitchen silently, slightly ashamed and guilty. Y/n mumbles a whine with a frown, “He’s probably done making things now. I could have helped.”

The kitchen is filled with the delicate scents of sauces, cheese and herbs. She watches him from the door frame, admiring her boyfriend. He stood in front of the stove mixing at the sauce for the alfredo, which scent alone made her mouth water. Nanami seems to be in his own world, as he stands humming to himself softly, stirring the pot of sauce and adding in the broccoli and spinach, not seeming to notice y/n. With a final stir, he carefully sets the lid and turns to rinse his hands. Her gaze sits upon his figure, how his grey oversized shirt slightly clings to his shoulders and loosens as it goes down his body. Looking down, she noticed the bright red christmas pyjamas he had on, the ones with adorable little reindeers all over them. Grinning, she remembers how she had bought those for him. She purchased a matching set for the two of them and insisted on wearing them all day on Christmas last year. Nanami had responded to the idea with a stern “No” which left y/n in shambles. She didn’t expect him to agree, but hey, a girl can dream. However, on Christmas day, lo and behold, she had woken up to find Nanami sitting on the couch, watching the news with his reindeer PJs on. Immediately, she had attacked him with hugs and kisses and all Nanami did was sit there and accept them, secretly loving it the whole time.

A deep voice throws her out of her thoughts. “You know, it’s rude to stare, right?”

Y/n chuckles quietly and makes her way over, wrapping her arms around him from behind, snuggling into his back.

“I like to stare at you, you’re cute,” she breathes in his scent once again, “ah, you smell so much better now. Like the nami I know.”

“I am not cute. I am a grown man.”

“C’mon, you can’t possibly be saying that right now. Not while you’re wearing these pants.” She coos, gently patting his butt. He goes silent, refusing to rebuttal knowing that he’s lost. He leans against the counter, his front facing her. Though he didn’t say anything, y/n sees this as an open invite to his arms. The rope of his arms finds her waist this time, her arms in an embrace around his neck.

“Whatever, tell me, how was your day, hm?” He posed, changing the subject.

“Same old, yenno. The kids and I had a discussion today about drugs and safety. It was cute, hearing them rat out their neighbours for smoking cigs and talk about how yucky they thought alcohol is. It was… sweet. How was work for you, hon?”

“Shit.” He retorts, closing his eyes, “Work is shit.”

“Oh come ON, I’m sure it’s not always that bad, right? Say, how’s your friend doing, you know, the one who kinda looks like one of my makeup brushes! Isn’t he good company?”

“Yeah, if good company means having to deal with a nuisance to society on a daily basis then by all means, yes, Gojo is wonderful company.” He joked, loosening his grip on her and making his way over to the stove to check on his sauce. She follows, opening the first drawer and pulling out a silver spoon, “You’re so mean sometimes. I think he’s a great guy to be around! I met him once, such a flirt.”

He teases calmly, “If you love him so much, why don’t you get with him?”

Taking her spoon, she lowers it into the pot and brings it back up to her face, blowing on it carefully before she puts it to her lips to taste. “Hmm, I would. But I don’t think he’s as big as you. I’ll have to pass.” She smirked, putting the spoon into her mouth as he watched and sighed in disappointment.

He glares,“God, you’re something else.”

“I’m just kidding, babe.” Bringing her spoon down for another taste. He swats at her hand and she retreats it with a whine. “Don’t do that. You’ve tried it already, and will again when we get to eat.” He scolded tenderly, “Plus, you shouldn’t be given these privileges anyway. It’s not like you helped out or anything.” He smiled, teasing her.

“Nanamiiii, I’m sorry,” she whines, half laughing, “I promise, I was going to help! I just got a little bit sleepy and sort of lost track of time…” He turned over to her and lifted her face with a finger under her chin. Laughing, he delicately caresses her cheek, tapping it admirably with a curled finger. The blonde chuckles and looks her in the eyes, “I’m just joking with you, love. I know you’ve been tired lately, I can tell. Why haven’t you been resting?”

Her smile falls and she sighs. Y/n wrapped her arms around his waist and brought him into her, hiding her face into his chest. It was true, she was exhausted but she didn’t deem it to be anything so serious. Work was just heavy this past week from having to grade her students’ work in time for report cards. All she wanted was the best for her kids and was finding ways to get the kids out of their comfort zones enough to do well in class. That reminded her, Nanami also mentioned having a student of his own.

She takes her face out of his chest and glances upwards. “It’s just this week of work, I promise I’ll be back to normal soon. I’ve just been busy with lesson plans and activities, yenno. Anyway, speaking of students, how’s the one you’ve been assigned to?” She posed in a soft tone. Half smiling, he turned around to add the strained pasta to the sauce, scattering it into the pot.

“He’s special. Quite lively. And cheerful. He reminds me of you sometimes,” his voice strains as he stretches to grab the bowl of cooked chicken to finally add into the pot, finishing the meal, “He’s got potential.” Y/n beamed with happiness. Nanami really seemed to like this kid and if he thought you had potential, then it sure as hell meant you had it.

She lets out a squeal, “EEEEEEK!!! That sounds amazing! I’m so happy for you!” Nanami suppressed a laugh and rolled his eyes, “It’s not that-”

“This calls for a drink, don’t you think?” She babbled with excitement, “We should have some wine! Right?”

Grabbing her wrist as she skipped her way over to the bottle, he reminded her, “You have school tomorrow. You always end up having more than needed and struggle to wake up in the morning.” Y/n frowned at his words, to which he noticed and tried to fix, “Tomorrow’s Friday, you can drink plenty tomorrow, hm? I’ll drink with you.”

“Ugh, fine. You’re right. But you have to promise.”

“I promise you ca-”

“No! You have to pinky-promise.” She demanded, pouting as he stuck out her pinky finger.

His heart skips a beat. Was she always this cute? Her angelic eyes stare into his tired ones. Bottom lip poking out, awaiting Nanami’s pinky to interlock with her own. He knew she took pinky-promises very seriously despite her grown age. It was among one of the many petty details that he cherished. Something about this pinky-promise was enough for her to ensure trust onto someone, it made him laugh. Her naivety is what made her so kind hearted, what allowed her to see the best in people. He felt that this naivety is why they’re together to begin with. He didn’t ever think she’d give him a chance. He reminisced of their first few encounters. The way she did her hair back then, the way she dressed, her shy smile and how she’d look at the floor whenever she’d blush. Maybe it was her timid nature that made him fall head over heels for her. Or maybe it was her generosity. Perhaps her beauty. He was unable to simply confine the reasoning for his infatuation with just a few traits. She grew overtime, more comfortable and less shy, she was more confident around him but he knew he could still make her blush so badly that she’d have to hide her face from him. He enjoyed their banter, her company. He felt it was luck. Or maybe it was fate. Who knows. He didn’t want to think so much about it. He wanted to live in the moment, adore her in this present time. In that instance, he felt the strong urge to kiss her. And so he did.

The kiss was short and sweet, yet full of an unfathomable amount of love. It took her aback, she didn’t quite see it coming. She too stood in the present moment, then and there, cherishing the man she loved.

His lips leave hers and he extends the smallest finger on his hand, declaring, “I pinky-promise.” And a ginormous grin washes over her face. In a whisper, she squeals and scoops her arms around his torso, resting her head onto his chest. They stay like this for a while, not too long really, but to them it felt like an eternity being in each other’s affectionate embrace. He goes to speak and she feels the vibrating boom of his voice make his way up from his chest.

“I love you.”

She sighs, “I love you too.”

Turning her head, y/n smoothly gets on her tip toes and clasps her arms around his neck, giving it a tender kiss and attempting to make a trail leading up to his sharp jaw. Catching onto her tactics he laughs, putting his big hand against her face and pushing her back.

“Seriously?” He chuckles, “You couldn’t wait till after dinner? Come on, take out the plates.”

“Wait for what? I was just kissing you! You’re so dramatic, Nami.” She lies, playing innocent. She knew damn well what she was trying to do. She wasn’t going to admit to it though. Taking out the plates and utensils, she readied the table.

…

After dinner and meaningless conversation, the two lovers tidied and headed towards their room. “Do yo wana wah a mohee tomowwow nie?” Y/n proposed from the bathroom as she brushed her teeth. He perks his head up, confused, “Do I want to what?” She spat into the sink and rinsed her mouth, repeating her question.

“I said, do you wanna watch a movie tomorrow night? Like at home? There’s this documentary I saw on Netflix, it looks really good! It’s crime related.”

“That sounds fine with me. Though, that’s only possible if you don’t end up drinking too much. I always have to get you to sleep early when you drink.” He states nonchalantly, nose poked into a thick book. She rolls her eyes and smiles, “I promise I won’t drink all that much.” Shifting his book to the opposing hand, Nanami silently takes his pinky finger and holds it out to y/n. She snickers and reciprocates.

“You’ve now pinky-promised. Don’t break it, y/n.”

“I never do.”

The nightstand lamp illuminates the room with a soft yellow glow. Shadows of objects on the nightstand hang on the walls. Laying in bed on her phone, y/n turns over to Nanami, who was still reading his book. “Nami, come lay next to me, I wanna cuddle. Please?” Her voice faint. He looks down at her and puts his book away immediately. He could use a cuddle too. Bringing himself down, he lays on his back, y/n closing the gap between the two. Their legs intertwine, her arm and head resting on his chest while one of his hands rested on her bum, the other dotingly playing with her hair. Neither of them spoke a word for a while. Until y/n broke the silence.

“So, were there no other pairs of pants you had left to wear or-”

“Please, be quiet.”

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[goodnightallwhites]

V is for Victory by Zenalite

Chapter 1 - Chance Ever since we were young Victoria knew how to put me in my place. I fell in love with her in the sixth grade. With her lush nut brown hair and the light brown eyes - not with her body. I remember my father came to our play at school and told me, “That girl of yours has got one hell of an ass.” I’m mortified now as I remember it, but at the time I thought nothing of it, nor did I understand what having a “hell of an ass” meant. By the eighth grade… I got up to speed. I used to sit by my desk and watch her ass swaying in tight jeans all day long, dreaming of touching her bubble but. Or at the very least holding her hand. Really, I could’ve gone for anything. I'd have gotten hard from holding a straw for her while she drank so long as I could do it. During one project we had to do she informed us of her background: German and Peruvian. Well, damn. That accounted both for her dictatorial quick temper, curvy little hard body and cheerful thoroughness all at once. Instead of saying a word to her, though, I only watched her interact with the jocks from my class. Watched as they put her arms around her and pulled her romantically in their laps. As they felt her up without a worry in the world, and as she half-assedly told them to stop while loving every second of their dirty caresses. I crazily decided to write her a letter for Valentine’s Day and sneak it into her school bag. Only after I did the deed did I realize that I hadn’t remembered to put down my own name on it. But relief washed over me as well. I couldn't begin to imagine the humiliation if she turned me down, which happened to be the only option. I'd have to quit school. Or kill myself. The very next day Victoria came to school asking guys individually if they had written anything to her, with enough anger in her tone to scare them off. She seemed pissed off, but also genuinely interested in finding out who was behind it. We had never spoken before, not even once to greet each other. But when my turn came she sashayed over to my desk, flooding the air with her spicy perfume, and asked, “Did you write this?” Her torso rose before me, with her budding breasts showing under the thin blouse. A small gap of smooth skin between her blouse and jeans showed her toned tummy and the fuzz that went down... I blabbered out an affirmative answer. As I sat there frozen, the other classmates that had been trailing after her following the drama pointed at me and cackled, making fun of my letter. “Next time, just give it to me yourself,” she said coolly. "Why did you write me a thing like that anyway?" "B-Because I like you." "And?" She folded her arms expectantly. "So what?" "I don't know..." "What were you planning to do once I found it?" "I don't know..." Victoria clicked her tongue impatiently. "Were you going to ask me out or something?" Was that a friendly tip? "I wanted to." "So do it. Let's get it over with." The others had gone quiet and stared at us. I couldn't breathe. This was too intense. "Will you go out with me?" Victoria rolled her eyes in disinterested boredom and sighed. "I guess. At least you wrote me something, unlike these other dickwads. But don't waste my time. Make it nice." After that we started dating, if you could call it that. We went out together and talked. For my first date I got her flowers and a plushie, to which she reacted with great hostility, asking, "Do I look like a kid to you?" In spite of the comment though, she held on to it fondly and took it home afterwards. Being so naive and inexperienced, I had no idea what to make of it all. But at school Victoria still hung out with the popular kids, and the guys made no attempt to acknowledge that she was taken. If anything, their behavior went up a notch, and I’d often see them lowering their hands to grab her butt, all the while shooting me a wink of acknowledgement. Fucking assholes. It was around that time that I realized black guys would be the biggest problem. We had a classmate by the name of Lee that made a move on Victoria whenever possible. She could be chatting with her friends during break when he’d slip behind her and wrap his arms around her waist, grinding against her candidly and kissing her neck. Or he would give her a playful smack on the ass whenever the teachers asked her to distribute the corrected papers to the other kids. Victoria made no moves to stop him. If anything, she seemed to relish the attention she got from all the guys and especially from a strong and athletic stud like Lee. A guy which all the girls seemed to want. Whenever we got a substitute teacher and things got super relaxed, she would often go to sit on his knee, only to get swept up into his arms and nestle up in his lap. Can't you see me? I would wonder. I dared not say anything. I considered myself lucky just to be able to talk to her. It was enough that we went out every weekend, even if it seemed more friendly than romantic. We would talk about our family life, about her hopes for the future. "I can't wait to get away from my parents," she confessed to me. We were sitting at one of the tables in the park having some McDonald's. "I'm so sick of them. They won't let me do anything." It seemed to me like she did far more than anyone else. She certainly dressed provocatively... "What do you want to do?" "Honestly?" Victoria chuckled grimly and bit into her burger. "Anything they don't want me to. Fuck them." It seemed to me that we were getting closer. She even let me hold her hand on our dates, and said good night to me in the evenings in text. The way she acted when we were together seemed completely at odds from the bossy and bitch yet high-energy way she acted at school. But at the formal for that year, Victoria danced with Lee the entire night. Whenever I went to her she dismissed me with, “Later.” A few of the kids drank in the bathroom in secret, and she did too. I sat at one of the tables with the rest of the rejects and watched as Lee danced up close to my girlfriend and moved his hands all over her body in ways I never dreamed of. And unlike the other white jocks that were reprimanded by the teachers for doing anything, the teachers avoided eye contact with Lee and Victoria so not to be put on the spot, knowing perfectly well what went on. Victoria wrapped her slender arms around Lee’s neck and the two kissed deeply. My girlfriend. Kissing another guy at our formal. I was supposed to remember this night. To treasure it. She knew I would be watching. We even talked about it on our last date. I wanted to go home and cry. Lee felt her ass through the dress. But soon his dark fingers came down low enough to caress her thigh, and after went up and under the dress to knead her ass. And they spent the rest of the night glued to each other... I just got up and went home, too frustrated to think. I never mentioned it to her. A few days after that we went on a date and I made an attempt to kiss her when we separated, only to have her pull away. “Uhm, maybe another time…” “But why?” I asked indignantly. “You kissed fucking Lee!” Victoria’s eyes shot me a piercing glance. “So? I can kiss whoever I want. If you have a problem with that, let me know, and I’ll find a boyfriend that doesn’t. If you want me to kiss me so bad, just let it happen. The better you are to me, the more likely it is I’ll kiss you.” Then came the night I got my first kiss. It was the height of summer break and Victoria hadn’t answered my texts all day. We hadn’t even seen each other face to face in over two weeks, though her Facebook was full of new pics she uploaded from her outings downtown and to the beach. She called me at around 2 a.m. “Heeeeeey, baaaaaabyyy,” she drawled. “What’s up?” “I was… sleeping. What’s up with you? I’ve been texting you all day.” "Oh, I know. Sorry! I was just busy all day... Are you home by yourself?" As a matter of fact, I was. My mother worked night shifts as a nurse, and Victoria knew that. “I am.” “Could I come over and spend the night?” I sat up in bed anxiously and flipped the covers off. Back then I still wore some Star Wars pyjamas. What times. I need to change, I realized with urgency. “Y-Y-Yeah. You can come over!” “Okay, great. I’ll come right now. I hope you don’t mind I’m bringing a friend.” “No… Not at all…” I should’ve known in advance what kind of “friend” she meant. But I hurried to get myself changed for the big event and clean up my room enough to be welcoming. When Victoria showed on my doorstep all alone, I thought the night was saved. She didn’t bring anyone after all. A flimsy sequin dress hugged the curves of her body tightly, especially around her wide hips and round butt. Even in these few months of summer, her body seemed to get thicker by the day. She shambled inside on uncomfortably tall heels and gave me a peck on the cheek. “My friend’s parking right now. He’ll be in soon.” Her friend turned out to be a massive black guy whose name I never learned. To say that he wasn’t in our age group was an understatement. The guy must’ve been at least in his late 20s if not in his 30s at the time. Not only were his arms covered in tattoos, but a scorpion had been inked around his brow as well. Victoria introduced me as her boyfriend, at which point the guy grabbed me into a tight hug and patted my back amicably. Okay, so he’s not that bad, I thought at the time. Maybe nothing bad will happen at all. Everything changed as soon as we got in the bedroom. Both he and Victoria went over to my bed and began to make out, while I sat down at my desk chair, watching them go at it without a peep. Unlike Victoria, the guy acted a lot more passive and a little out of it. I kept seeing his gaze wandering to the window. Could he really have this happen to him so frequently that he could act totally disinterested? Victoria started to play some rap on her phone. She kissed his neck and arms, then slowly lifted his shirt and took it off. It was just so clear from her behavior that she was the thirsty one that couldn’t get enough. And that made me hard as well. Her lips pressed against his hard abs and his pecs over and over, her dainty fingers rushing over the black skin to feel the hard-packed muscle flexing underneath. Drunken with lust with and willing to do whatever he wanted her to. I knew at that moment that whatever he had asked at her, whether it was to break her cherry or have her kneel so he could piss in her mouth like a urinal, Victoria would’ve submitted happily. The lure and the power of BBC became all too apparent even from my perspective. At length his massive hands wrapped around her waist, then slowly came down to grab her perky butt. He lifted her dress and exposed her ass. All Victoria wore was a high-waisted thong. It was the first time I had ever seen her… like that. My small dick raged at full mast but I dared not touch it. The black fingers dug into her young, soft asscheeks and massaged it, playing with her teen ass however he pleased and smacking it for good measure as they made out. Victoria only giggled happily in response and whispered to him. At some point she turned around and met my eyes. I jerked at my seat with surprise and embarrassment. “It’s okay, honey,” she said calmly, almost lovingly. “You can touch yourself if you want.” That was all I needed. I leaned back and stroked myself as I watched my girlfriend worship this alpha male that she lusted after, ogling the way his black fingers went all over her white flesh at leisure, in a way mine never would be allowed to. Only black guys for her. This was porn in real life. Not even. Far better than porn. I could not have pointed out a moment in my life when I felt better than right then, jerking myself off as I watched her offering her young body to a black guy in my own bed. “I love you,” I heard her whisper hotly. “Fuck me.” “And go to jail?” He laughed. “I don’t think so.” Her nails bit desperately into his flesh. “Please, Daddy. I need it… I need your big black cock inside of me.” He frowned. “What you need is a good spanking.” “Then spank me, Daddy.” Victoria practically begged for it, grinding herself against his crotch and putting all the sultry energy she could into her voice. "Please spank me and teach me a lesson, Daddy." Our black friend suddenly lifted her up and brought her facedown on the bed, with her ass in his lap. The moonlight streamed through the window and put the spotlight on the intense curve of her bubble butt. The two perfectly round asscheeks rose tantalizingly, topped by two cute dimples that were inked out by the shadows. His black hand came down to rest of her ass, and for a time even he seemed in awe of its perfection. The wonders of a nice teen ass. Fresh and completely available to him to do with as he pleased. His fingers caressed it gently, then sank into it roughly. Victoria yelped and laughed darkly in response, but he quickly bundled up her thick hair and yanked her head back, arching her back and in the process and getting her butt to curve upwards. “Punish me, Daddy, please… Please punish me. I’ve been such a bad girl.” At first he smacked it only jokingly. But seeing as she begged for more and seemed to want it hard, he began to slap it outright. That rough and rugged black hand whipped discipline into the fourteen-year-old white ass and taught her a lesson about black superiority neither she nor I would soon forget. Victoria, who had begged for it, now lost her slutty voice and cried out for him to stop for real, bringing her hands back to ward off his blows. Didn’t she realize it was far too late for that?   The guy grabbed her wrists together and held her still, not coming down upon he ass with all the annoyance built up by her interruption. Not play - real punishment. The soft flesh jiggled and rippled with each hit, while Victoria howled in her palms. Her toes curled as the burning agony overtook her butt, her whole body twitching from the waves of pain that went through her. Not once did the stud relent. Not once did he listen to her cry for mercy. He only gave her what she begged for. He finished off with a sigh, leaving Victoria whimpering like a child as she wriggled her reddened ass high in the air. Almost as if she wanted more. Her body convulsed in response to the rough treatment. I couldn’t help but wonder… Did she come? I certainly had. The black guy caressed her hair and quieted her down, at which point he brought her back up for a makeout session. Victoria double checked she had his number right and held his hand lovingly as she walked him out. She came back into the bedroom, still trembling slightly. “How do you feel?” she asked me. “G-G-Good,” I managed to say. “How about you?” Victoria grinned and threw her head back. “Amazing. That was so fucking hot.” She turned around to show me her red butt. A few spots of blood glimmered. “How do I look?” “You look wonderful.” Victoria giggled grimly. “Is that so? Yeah, I could see you enjoying yourself as well. I was worried how you’d react to that. But I’ve been pleasantly surprised. I must say I’m… happy that you’re my boyfriend.” She looked away as soon as she said that, but not before I could hear the shy crack in her voice and the blush in her cheeks. This was what made her nervous? This? “I’m glad you’re my girlfriend, too…” Victoria said nothing for a time. Then she turned around, came over, and kissed me. Our first real kiss. I awkwardly struggled to learn in the space of a few seconds how to do it, but all I could do was press my tongue awkwardly against hers. She broke it off, laughing. “You’re terrible.” Seeing my disappointed reaction, she added, “But I’ll teach you how to do it properly.”  

#bbc #story #interracial

[timouke]

I mean I tried xD and I miserably failed

Get to know me tag!

OOOH THIS TOOK FOREVER

I was tagged by the wonderful and amazing @racingllama! Thanks a lot! This was a lot of fun!

RULES : Post a pic of your simself with your traits and answer the questions!

I think my traits would be: clumsy, dog lover, and geek!

I now tag @sweezlee, @coliemoon4sims4 @chimaerae @nadi-nadi @artemisa02 @newerquality @electricsoftie @caramellet @petitesimss @redyuyu @sailing-simmer @markslatina @blurri-sim-kid @ilovesaramoonkids and anyone who wants to do it!

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Aidee

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? Heidi, Pimpo, Bro, Loyis:)

3. BIRTHDAY? February 21!

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES? aNY. I love books. I love romance, action, comedy. Anything.

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? None, but I do believe in alien ghosts.

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? I’m gonna get killed for this but... Veronica Roth?

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? 99.9 I love Delilah

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? Sweetsweetsweetsweet

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? AmazeBALLS :D.

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? Ehrm... that’s a hard one. Paper Crowns by Alec Benjamin

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? Doggo

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? Paper Crowns by Alec Benjamin xD I’m I too predictable?

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? Devilman Crybaby, don’t judge me!

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN? Nothing with dogs in it, or I cry

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? Yep! I play Zelda and hORROR RPG’s

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? (incoming cliche answer) being forgotten.

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? I can sense when people don’t have good intentions, that’s why I have almost no friends.

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? Read above answer!

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? Cats.

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? Winter because of Christmas and my Birthday!

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? I am told to say no.

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? I could be days without showering without feeling guilty!

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? Loyis, but she’s in Germany right now. And I’m not, which is sad.

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? Brownish black? Blackish brown?

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? I grabbed one hair and it was black, and I grabbed another one and it was brown, now my life is in shambles..

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? LOYISSSS COME BACK TO MEEE

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? EHEM. LOYIS COME BACK TO ME.

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? AHHHH *throws myself to the ground* (loyis)

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? Yep! Answering these questions!

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? Sims, anime, my dogs. That’s my laifu.

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? I loved the shows everyone now considers bad, like Johnny Test or Kick Buttowski, but Dragon Ball Z was my childhood.

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? I’m not allowed to answer this question or I’ll cry

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? Only if my grandma is present. She makes everyone superstitious, she is a witch, in the good sense.

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? I’m afraid of flushing the toilet. Don’t ask! Yes, I do flush the toilet.

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT? Yes.

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? Anything in front of a computer.

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? The Psychoanalist by I don’t remember who, but his style is a little too slow and descriptive!

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald. Now I’m in love with Newt. He’s mine now.

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? None, but my brother is a musical prodigy so that’s something.

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? Not dogs.

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? Everyone! Every single person in the sims community is super talented!

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? I request mind reading.

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? When I sleep, when I’m not thinking.

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? My doggos, specially all of them.

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? Ice skating but it hurts a ton

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? Milk

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? What’s that, “hand-written” you speak of?

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? No, I am heights.

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? Stupid people (me)

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? Yep, it’s kinda like a tradition in my family to go to one every year!

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? No.

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? A veterinarian, but I couldn’t!

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? Whatever world Bleach is set in. I wanna marry Ichigo Kurosaki.

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? Yep, everything everything everything

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? Nope, I am darkness

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? Sure, but I can’t, I sing like a sick cat.

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? What’s that “school” you speak of?

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? My room

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? In Japan! Anywhere in Japan! Just in Japan!

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? Yep! I have three fake huskies

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? Both. I never sleep. What’s sleep?

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? Sunsets, I prefer nighttime!

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? Nope, I honestly should learn.

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? Earbuds, they’re cute and tiny.

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? Yep, I’m in fact wearing  them right now! How did you know?

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? Early 2000′s scene music.

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? My dad

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? Yep. All the time. I am a comic book

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? NOT FINISHING STUFF. I MUST FINISH THIS THING.

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? A real book! I like to hold them and the smell!

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? Recess

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? I have between 1 and 3 brothers

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? A snack! It was yummy

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? 1.55 inches.

75. CAN YOU COOK? Nope, who needs food anyways?

76. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? My dogs, my life and myself!

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? My dogs, my life and myself!:)

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? I don’t know, I haven’t counted them!

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? Who needs labels?

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? Juarez, Chihuahua. You’ll never find it.

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? The love of my life!

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Right now. I’m crying right now.

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? Joanna Cedia. I stan.

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? I guess?

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? Tumblr!

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? I think it’s pretty good!

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? German.

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? Germany, i’d like to see my grandpa’s home country!

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 42. It’s the answer to everything.

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? Yep. No. Im juggling right now.

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? I guess not.

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OF THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? The ocean. It is a beautiful void.

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? No, I’m too wholesome for that.

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? Nope!

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? Yes!

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? No, but I know someone who can!

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? I’m never wrong!

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? The forest!

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? Never leave things unfinished!

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? Nope. I can’t do that.

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? Hufflepuff. We rock.

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? No! Stop exposing me!

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? I’m definitely an introvert!

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? I have tried! But I’ve never been able to complete one.

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? Yep.

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? I don’t know. I know I wouldn’t keep it!

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? Definitely.

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? Yes. A lot. Don’t touch me.

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? Yep!

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? My ears!

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? Ichigo Kurosaki! Let me marry him!

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? Nope! But I’m planning on getting some!

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? I don’t know, my life isn’t over yet.

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? Yep!

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? Glasses but you’ll never catch me wearing them!

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? No.

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? My dad, I think.

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? I’ll not tell you!

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? I never sleep. I always pull all-nighters.

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOU CLOTHES? Void.

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? YEP! Let’s go on one right now!

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? I guess, even accidentally. Maybe everyone has been on TV.

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 18

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? “What if it doesn’t work out? Ah, but what if it does?”

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? What is savory? I onLY KNOW SWEET!

#get to know me #nonsims #thanks for tagging me <3

[rainydayswriter]

Eons ago I started a Vandy drabble for @reifromrfa (love you, boo!) and today I finally finished it lmao (can’t keep a schedule to save my life) Vanderwood is a (mostly) blank canvas, so I did what I could to paint him as I imagined him following the Secret Endings.

Drabble under the cut, hope you enjoy!

The RFA party was in full swing; glasses clinked, laughter rolled in from all directions, someone seemed to be shouting Tyrenol at the top of their lungs. What appeared to be an actual mummy shambled up to a vampire, who held his cape up in the most stereotypical fashion. Vanderwood wondered if this wasn't some elaborate prank developed by the members as some sort of test. They had the money, resources, and connections. Despite this, Saeyoung remained incredibly casual, clapping him on the back and saying, "If you want to leave early, give me a holler!"    

"What about your brother?"    

Saeyoung visibly brightened as his attention flickered over to Saeran, who was chuckling as Yoosung gestured wildly about something. The college kid had made fast friends with Saeran, much to everyone's surprise and relief. "Aw, he won’t be stranded. He’d hitch a ride with Yoosung or Zen."    

"He’s adjusting alright, then?"    

"Yeah. We’re taking it day by day, you know?" Saeyoung turned to face Vanderwood fully, warm expression shifting into something more playful, something that had Vanderwood instinctively bracing himself for. "What about you? Are you learning to enjoy yourself yet? Missing my company?" he added slyly with an over exaggerated wink.    

"It’s hard to miss you when I still talk to you through the messenger almost every day."    

Saeyoung waggled his eyebrows. "It's addicting, isn't it?"    

Rolling his eyes, Vanderwood said, "I'll admit, I assumed it was solely for party planning. I didn't expect everyone to be so laid back. The amount of selfies and cat photos that go through a single chat room is astonishing."   

"You know, that's what Jaehee said at first, too. But she has no problems with Zen's pics . . ." Saeyoung gave a hapless sigh and shrugged. "Well, what can you do if some people just don’t have the same love for cats as I do? Oh, hey!" He elbowed Vanderwood's side. "Look at who’s on her way over."    

It was the coy way Saeyoung said it that made him instantly alert. And sure enough, there you were, weaving through the throngs of people. A bright smile lit up your face when you caught his eye, near damning him with how much he hoped it was reserved for him. He stood taller and reached up to straighten his tie, feeling very much like he'd tazed himself.    

It occurred to him to meet you halfway too late. Your expression tightened into one of polite interest as a guest appeared in your path, and you cast an apologetic look over their shoulder. He lifted a hand in return, lips twitching with barely withheld disappointment as the guest led you away.    

"Oh." Saeyoung made a pleased hum.    

"What?" he groused, crossing his arms.    

"If I didn’t know any better," Saeyoung said, voice dropping as if he were sharing a deadly secret, "I’d bet my fastest baby that you like our precious coordinator."  

His heart stuttered. On instinct, he scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Of course I like her. Anyone who can deal with so many characters and still keep sane deserves my respect." Respect, admiration, half of my waking thoughts. God, what an understatement. He couldn't go half an hour without wanting to talk to you on the messenger, but then it was never enough. He wanted to hear your voice, your laugh. So much of his life had been spent lurking beneath the radar as a tool, was it so wrong for him to drift towards you when you offered such normalcy? When you went through hell and back for people you hardly knew, and kept Saeyoung from totally destroying himself in the process?    

And the fact that you reached out to him so often, asking after him, and, dare he assume, flirted with him.    

"Huh." That smug cat’s grin only widened, glasses glinting in the chandelier light. Jesus, the kid was too observant for his own good. "She is a great gal. But that isn’t how I meant it, and you know it," he sang, one arm resting over Vanderwood’s. "We’re friends, aren’t we?"    

"I’m almost insulted you have to ask."    

"So then, allow me to give you some advice. Straight from the mouth of God Seven himself." This time Saeyoung dipped his head, lifting a hand to cup his mouth to complete the charade of warding off eavesdroppers. "Go talk to her."    

"What." Vanderwood lifted his brows. "That’s it? No wild scheme or cat analogy?"    

Saeyoung chuckled, scooped up two passing glasses of wine, and held them out. "My messenger does wonders, but eventually you have to break that fourth wall yourself and talk face-to-face."    

Vanderwood took the glasses and frowned. "Fourth wall?"    

Saeyoung rolled his eyes, as if it were all painfully obvious. "I’m not a wizard. There are some things you should do yourself, instead of wishing for everything to turn out your way. You're free to make your own plan of action now, Madam."  

"I have no idea what you’re going on about now."    

"I'm saying move your leopard-print loving ass before someone else does."    

"You-" He was caught between chewing out Saeyoung over whatever the hell kind of insult that was and latching onto the last bit. Someone else. Was there someone else? He didn't know much about your life outside of the RFA. You had a job, you surely had friends and family outside this bubble he'd only just been introduced into. What if there was another person? A coworker? An actual partner? No, Saeyoung of all people would know that from the very first inspection of you.    

"You aren't getting any younger," Saeyoung sang.    

Vanderwood shot him an unimpressed look before inhaling deeply and strode forward.    

He was saved from awkwardly hovering until your conversation finished when he caught your eye approaching. You politely peeled yourself away from the group, meeting him halfway, shoulders sagging with relief. Maybe he’d saved you from an overwhelming interaction. A lot of the guests attending the party were . . . Abnormal, to say the least.    

"Vanderwood," you greeted, eyes wide, "I didn't expect to see you here tonight! I'm glad you came."    

The corners of his lips tugged upward. Be relaxed, don't freak her out. This wasn't the agency, she was a civilian. "Glad to be here. Drink?"    

He handed you the glass, admiring the effervescent glow dancing across your features. Since the events at that cult, Vanderwood had interacted with you almost solely through the app. Laying low while he and Saeyoung dealt with the aftermath of their disappearance from the agency had left little time for real talk.    But now here he was, and here you were dressed up and expressing genuine joy at his presence . . . Wow. "You look nice." Nailed it.    

"Well, thank you." Your eyes dipped to his chest. "You look dashing, yourself. Is purple your favorite color?"    

He pushed back his bangs, looking down at the purple and white ensemble with a little embarrassment. It held up to Saeyoung’s “keen” eye for fashion, and it wasn’t like he himself hadn’t had to attend a few parties for missions . . . "I don’t know if I have a favorite color, but I thought I’d save the leopard print suit for another time."    

You laughed behind your hand. "I’ll be looking forward to seeing it. I have a feeling the parties will only get bigger from here on out, so a leopard print suit will fit right in."    

"I should've known this wasn't even scratching the surface."    

"I mean, this is only my second party I've helped coordinate, and the first I actually attended, so . . . we're kind of in the same boat here."    

"I couldn't tell. You make it look easy."    

"Thanks. Good to know I don't look as nervous as I feel. It’s still a little much for me." You leaned back against the wall and gazed out at the crowd with a soft sigh. "But at least everyone is enjoying themselves."    

Vanderwood nodded, but there was a tenseness below the surface of your words. He knew stress intimately enough to recognize the tells. Swirling the contents of his glass, he said, "Maybe you should take a vacation after this. I think you’ve more than earned it, all things considered."    

"Hah, really?" You considered it for a moment. "I won’t lie, having a full night’s sleep without worrying for anyone’s safety or missing out on some important news sounds heavenly."    

"Is there any place you’ve thought about visiting?"    

You hummed, looking at the ceiling and cocking your head. "I think . . . anywhere warm and sunny will do. With a beach and a nice shopping district too." A warm smile bloomed across your face, releasing a swarm of butterflies right into his gut.    

He took a big sip of wine.    

"What about you? You’re planning a vacation soon, yeah?"    

"Somewhere without cellphone service."    

You laughed, shoulders rising as you did. "Oh man, that sounds good. Add that to my list too."    

Now he was sure it wasn’t the wine. The warmth in his cheeks was thanks to you. "We might end up at the same place if we aren’t careful."    

"Aw, that doesn’t sound too bad to me! If I were going somewhere with anyone, I would love for it to be you." Your eyes suddenly widened and you averted your gaze to the floor. That hadn’t meant to come out, then.    

Normally, he’d be more than willing to skim over slip ups for the other person’s sake. But the way you were fidgeting made him bold. At least he wasn't the only one nervous in this. "Me, huh? Why’s that?"    

You blinked, not quite meeting his eye but attempting to smile. "Oh, um, lots of reasons! Like, you’re neat so there probably wouldn’t be a scramble to find tickets or passports, ha. And then you’re pretty relaxed, so you would actually enjoy a vacation instead of using it as more time to work . . . Plus, getting to know each other away from the craziness . . . Um."    

He couldn't contain his amusement. "I'm neat?"    

You pressed your fingers to your forehead and groaned. "It’s a miracle I could get so many guests here, I know."    

"No, actually, the more I get to know you, the more I understand how you made such an impact on Saeyoung."    

"For real?" You peeked back at him again from the corner of your eye. He swallowed, heat creeping up his neck.    

With a blase shrug, he nodded. "Even when shit absolutely hit the fan, you kept your head. I've seen people break under pressure too many times to count, and usually take a few others with them, but you . . . Honestly, there were moments when I wondered if you weren’t an undercover agent with how well you dealt with it all."    

A shy little laugh bubbled from your lips. "Considering that I was running on nearly two weeks of no sleep?"    

He grinned. "A hallmark trait of agents."    

"Is that so? And here I was thinking Saeyoung was an outlier."    

"I think we can agree that he's still an outlier."    

A brief laugh at Saeyoung’s expense and then the conversation ebbed. Damn it, what now? He tugged at his cuffs, scanning the room to find something else to go on about. More than a few sets of eyes were settled on you . . . and him by proximity. These guests were just as nosy as Saeyoung, but at least the kid knew when not to be so goddamn obvious about it!    

A hand settling on his arm, snapping him from a glower. "Hey, would you want to step out for a second?" you whispered. "I need a break."   

"Um . . . Yes?" He cleared his throat. "I mean, yeah lead the way."    

Your hand slipped into his, and it was like a jolt of electricity went through his heart. He lagged behind for a second in shock before quickly falling into step with you. The smile that bloomed on your face was one he wanted to imprint in his head, so every time he closed his eyes it would be all he saw.    

You led him down the corridor to a set of doors that, when he opened, revealed a lounging area with floor-to-ceiling windows, plush seating, and a chandelier practically the size of the moon. He couldn’t believe he never thought twice about the RFA and their parties, that Saeyoung would be part of something so grand.    

And now he was part of it, too. With you.    

Your eyes glittered. "Gotta hand it to Jumin, he doesn’t skimp on anything."    

"He does seem like the type to go above and beyond." He let out a low whistle at the skyline view.    

"Gleaned that from his cat projects?" you joked, closing the doors.    

"My heart aches for Assistant Kang."   

You plopped down on the loveseat, toeing off your shoes with a relieved sigh and set your drink onto the end table. "I don’t know how she does it. So, um, are you alright?"    

"Me?" Well, if you kept staring at him like that he wouldn't be. He settled next to you, an arm's length away. "What do you mean?"    

"You were looking kind of flushed back there, I get if you're not used to being . . . in the spotlight."    

"Yeah, ha. I'm more of a private sort of person." But that wasn’t the only reason he was flustered . . .     

"So then you're probably careful about who you spend your time with, huh?"    

"That's true, but I don't completely shut people out."    

"I hope I'm not one of those people."    

He blinked. "You most certainly are not. I consider you someone who I can open up to, actually." He turned, draping his arm over the back of the couch. "You're someone who I want to know."     

Your lips parted in surprise for a beat, as if you hadn't expected such candor. But your voice was even as you said, "I'd love to know you, too. Who is the real Vanderwood? How's he take his coffee, if at all?"    

Tilting his head, he lifted his brows. "That's some pretty intimate stuff. Are you sure you can handle it? Wouldn't want to scare you off."    

He was rewarded with another bought of laughter from you.    

"I have a feeling I can handle whatever you throw my way, Vanderwood. Coffee preferences or otherwise."    

"Huh, then you wouldn't be opposed to getting drinks together?"    

"Nothing would make me happier."     

A sharp rap at the door had Vanderwood practically jumping to his feet, heart in his throat and fingers fumbling at his waist for his Tazer. In the time it was taking him to pull back into reality, to remember that this was a party and not a mission, you swept past him with a reassuring brush of the shoulder that grounded him. He dropped his hand, face burning.    

You opened the door without hesitation, pleasant and polite as you greeted the nondescript woman. None of the flirtiness from before. The woman was quick as she spoke, informing you that your presence was required in the closing ceremony, then she was gone again.

When you turned back around, you slumped like a puppet with slackened strings. "Well, back into the fray," you sighed, returning to step back into your shoes with a half-grimace. You took his offered arm to balance with.

"You're the star of the show, they would've caught us eventually," he said, trying to make light of the disappointment settling in his gut. 

"Star of the show is a little much," you quipped, "more like I'm one leg of the table."

He snorted. "Sure. A very desirable table leg."

You crinkled your nose. "Was that a compliment? We may have to work on those before getting drinks."

"Gladly." 

"Hey . . ." Your hand lightly squeezed his bicep, and even with a layer separating your skin from his, the touch sent electricity coursing through his veins. God, he was really in deep, wasn't he? "Thanks for keeping me company tonight."   

"I feel like I should be thanking you, though. For giving me a chance to be me." He outwardly cringed. "Jesus, I'm not this cheesy, am I?"    

"Hey, I for one am ready to accept the real you, cheesy lines, weird compliments, and all."

He chuckled, pulling you closer to his side. "Let's get you back before Saeyoung starts any rumors."

#mystic messenger imagine #mm imagine #rainydayswriter writing #vanderwood imagine #vanderwood x reader #vanderwood x mc

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Days 101-104: York

The next few days were dedicated to slowing down and enjoying ourselves. The first half of the trip had been one sprint after another, with days off few and far between. It was fantastic, but now it was time to change gear.

Having decided to make York our vacation-from-our-vacation, we allowed ourselves to indulge the luxury of not pressuring ourselves to squeeze the most out of every day. We slept in, had warm breakfasts, caught up on Netflix--Jessica finally got me hooked on The Expanse--and watched all the World Cup football we wanted.

And we made some time to keep exploring York, too.

On one day, we visited two very different museums about the history of York.

First was the Yorkshire Museum, the city’s main archeology museum. Built amidst the gardened ruins of the local abbey, it is a beautiful place for an atmospheric stroll regardless of whether or not you actually pay to go inside the museum itself.

Outside the museum, there was a man hawking photo ops with his collection of birds of prey.

The museum itself focuses on an impressive catalogue of artifacts uncovered in and around York that date from prehistoric times into the late Medieval period. I was particularly impressed by the Roman section, but that may have just been because we saw it first. Visiting serious museums like this is a skill, and Jessica and I had gotten a bit rusty in the past few weeks. After just a few displays of prehistoric beads and combs, I knew it was going to take a sustained act of will to keep my eyes from glazing over.

The Roman section gave us both an enlightening view into the lives of the soldiers, townsfolk, and traders who lived there. I had always pictured Roman York as being on fringe of the Empire, but it would be more apt to call it the cutting edge. Artifacts and human remains indicate that the city was astoundingly cosmopolitan. As a frontier city with a major inland port, it was populated by a diverse mix of native Britons, ethnic Romans, and traders from as far across the Empire as Syria and North Africa.

Moving into the Medieval period, the museum covers York’s shifting roles as the capital city of an invading Viking empire, the second city of Britain under the Plantagenet and York dynasties, and it’s gradual decline after the Wars of the Roses.

The museum has an impressive collection of Viking jewelry. The Vikings were big fans of wearable wealth, and the most popular way for a Viking lord to reward a valuable lieutenant was with a heavy golden ring or a fancy jeweled amulet. The love of bling transcends the bounds of time and culture.

Next, we saw a smaller collection of artifacts from the Plantagenet era, when York was the second-city of England and home of its royal family. The prize of this collection is a gilt-silver pin in the shape of a well-endowed boar. The boar was a symbol of the newly-crowned Yorkist king Richard III, and this pin would have been worn by one of his supporters during the Wars of the Roses--much like someone might wear a campaign button or flag pin on their lapel today.

But all the pins in the world couldn’t have saved Richard at the Battle of Bosworth, where he lost his life, the war, and the kingdom to the decidedly un-Yorkist house of Tudor. York lost its prestige as the nation’s second capital and began a slow decline in importance as newer cities like Hull and Leeds began to grow and compete with it in the emerging industrial world.

And as we’d already learned, the second Tudor king, Henry VIII, is the reason that the abbey surrounding the museum is in ruins--along with almost all the other great abbeys of England. In one large room, the abbey’s chapter house has been partially reconstructed using a mix of original stone pieces and plaster facsimiles.

The museum also had a temporary exhibit on the Jurassic period, including fossils of two enormous plesiosaurs and the single vertebra of Alan, England’s oldest long-necked dinosaur. They call it Alan because a single vertebra isn’t enough to identify exactly what species it was.

Of course, no pictures were allowed anywhere in the museum. But i did sneak a pic of a tiny toy ammonite chilling out on the floor of the dino exhibit.

Our next visit was for a much different look at York in the Jorvik Viking Centre. The Centre has a mixed reputation in the travel guides for being a Disneyland-style attraction rather than a serious history museum. But, much like the Chocolate story a couple days earlier, we actually enjoyed it a lot.

The Centre is the result of an archaeological excavation of a residential street in Viking-era York, when the city was called Jorvik.

The Centre is divided into three sections. The first is an introductory room where a repeating video on the wall talks about the excavation project. Touch-screen terminals give an interactive demonstration of how to repair and preserve various types of artifacts for display.

The second section is a theme park style ride through a recreation of the Viking-era street, complete with animatronic townsfolk speaking period languages. As we rode through, speakers in our headrests narrated what we were seeing.

I also learned here just how much Jessica hates mannequins and animatronics. (Though it didn’t help that they hid one live actor among the fakes and had her turn around and start talking to us in Old Norse.)

It was interesting to see how similar the Viking town was to any other medieval village we’ve seen. The Vikings are mostly known for their warrior culture, but the average Viking was a peasant pretty much like any other. And because this was the site of a residential street, the artifacts found found here--on display in the third section--reflected everyday life of commoners: shoes, bowls, jewelry, musical instruments, and the like.

We also learned that Vikings were more hygiene-conscious than we normally think of them as--at least with regard to their hair. Archaeological evidence shows that the Vikings were prodigious makers and users of combs.

Another display dealt with the Viking peasants’ diets and digestive health. Particularly, through the examination of coprolite. In other words, fossilized Viking poop. Apparently, they had very well-balanced diets, but worms and other digestive parasites were nearly ubiquitous.

As we left the Centre, we overheard a conversation between another visitor and one of the curators. The visitor was disappointed by the lack of swords and helmets among the displays. The curator replied simply by asking whether she kept any military-grade weapons or body armor at her own home.

On another day, we took advantage of a free walking tour of the walled city. Just like the one we took in Bath, it was a extremely fun and educational experience--more than worth the money.

Our tour started just outside the city walls, near the abbey. The abbey--which was once the richest institution in all of northern England--has its own set of walls. I’m pretty sure that we had been mistaking parts of the abbey walls for the city walls as we walked past them every day before now. But at least we weren’t the only ones to make that mistake.

Our guide showed us one corner of the abbey walls that had to be patched up after the English Civil War, when Cromwell’s army blew it up thinking that they were breaching the city walls. It was only after they had gotten in that they realized they had only managed to invade an already-ruined medieval abbey.

We saw a corner of the medieval city wall that was built on top of the original Roman walls. The larger, more rough-hewn medieval stones are easily distinguishable from the smaller stones and bricks of the Roman foundation. Our guide explained that the stripe of red bricks was a common feature of Roman walls across the empire. One theory is that the alternating layers of stone and brick made the walls more resistant to earthquakes.

We walked along a stretch of the medieval wall, getting some great views and learning a bit about the history of the Minster. ”Minster” is an Anglo-Saxon word for high-ranking churches associated with evangelical teaching. Nowadays it’s just a traditional honorific, also held by Westminster in London. 

The current building dates back to the 14th century and is built on the foundations of early churches, which in turn were built on the foundations of the old Roman military headquarters.

All this Jenga work has caused some problems. The cathedral was supposed to have a spire on top of its massive central tower, but the foundations couldn’t support one. And in the 1960s it was discovered that the foundations were starting to cave in, necessitating an emergency retrofitting that lasted into the 1970s. A silver lining to the crisis: archeologists were able to uncover a wealth of information on the Roman foundations beneath the Minster, including the ancient column we saw earlier next to the statue of Constantine.

We also learned that the ring of green space surrounding the old walls was filled with yellow flowers as a goodwill gesture by McDonald’s, who in exchange were allowed to open a restaurant inside the city.

Descending the walls, we saw one of the main gates (or “bars”) that led into the old city. Note the small door and platform halfway up. This was where town criers would come out to deliver official proclamations to the townsfolk. The news was rarely to the townsfolk’s benefit, so the door allowed the crier a quick retreat to safety when the rocks began to fly.

As we passed closer by the Minster, we got to see a group of traditional craftsmen carving new blocks for the facade to replace ones that have been worn down by time.

The walk ended with a trip through the Shambles. Our guide pointed out the home of Margaret Clitherow, a 16th-century Catholic woman who was executed for harboring Catholic priests and holding mass in her home at a time when Catholicism was strictly outlawed. As punishment for refusing to plea either guilty or innocent, Margaret was crushed to death under a door, with a fist-sized rock placed beneath her back to break her spine and make the ordeal all the more excruciating. She was also pregnant. The horrific details shocked the rest of England, and Queen Elizabeth personally condemned the execution.

Also in the Shambles, we took a side-trip down one of the city’s “snickelways”--a local term for the various narrow winding alleyways that cut through the town. We ended up at a small neighborhood church, inside which we found some interesting seating arrangements.

In the early days of the Anglican church, attendance was compulsory for all English citizens. But even then, most people didn’t actually want to go to church. So those who could afford to do so bought “box pews” in their church. Inside their walled box pews, people could fulfill their church attendance quota while taking a nap or doing other work in private.

After the walking tour ended, we visited inside the Minster itself. We got there just in time to join another free tour put on by Minster volunteers. Our guide was a very kindly, soft-spoken older lady--whom Jessica noticed was carrying a Playboy bunny handbag.

The tour was fun, even if we sometimes had trouble hearing our guide over the restoration workers. The Minster has by far the largest collection of medieval stained glass in England (largely due to the destruction of WWII bombings farther south), and all that glass takes a lot of work and money to maintain. Just one window along the nave took one year and 100,000 pounds to restore.

But the difference is staggering. Check out the difference between these two windows. They are right next to each other on the same side of the Minster, but the one on the right has been recently restored while the one on the left hasn’t.

The restoration process apparently involves sandwiching the restored medieval glass between layers of protective modern glass. This should protect the windows from further degradation and make them much easier to clean in the future.

After the tour, we checked out the chapter house, where an early version of Parliament met while Edward I oversaw his war against the Scots from York. We finished our visit by seeing the undercroft. We saw some of the Roman foundations as well as a thousand-year-old Anglo-Saxon bible.

We learned about a 20th-century fire that destroyed the Minster’s roof. Firemen had to pump so much water into the building that everyone was certain the interior would be flooded and all the interior irreparably damaged. But the interior wasn’t flooded at all. It turned out that ancient Roman drainage systems that no one even knew about were still intact and funneled all the water safely back out to the river.

York offered us a much-needed and well-earned lull in our frenetic schedule, but it also left us feeling a little adrift. We had planned everything up through Stratford-upon-Avon so carefully, yet now we had few if any plans beyond where we’d be staying.

Now, having booked tours and planned trips for the next few weeks, our excitement and anticipation were peaked again. There’s some really good stuff on the horizon--not the least of which was meeting my Dad in Edinburgh--and we could hardly wait for it to arrive.

And if I finally get good wifi and a bed soft enough to let me sleep through the night, I just might cry from happiness.

Next Post: Snowdonia

Last Post: Welcome to York

#180abroad #york #england #travel #staycation inside a vacation #history #rest

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(To the Kyun pic I just sent) So are we not gonna talk abouttt the um…ya know😗.

That’s the second time he’s sat like that and things have been on display💀💀. The other time he was on tv in AMERICAAAAA. It has to be the air..the water…something is just..i dont know but like life is in shambles. Between Kyun, Seonghwa, and San i can’t recover. If it’s not one it’s the one of the other two😭😭

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no bc when he comes to america he turns into Daniel™️ not changkyun 🙄🤚🏻 it drives me insane. also his neck mole?? i want to kiss it so bad. his lap?? i want to sit in so mf bad 💔

#📬: mail #✨ anon

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Us, April 5

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: All Eyes on Duchess Kate

Page 2: Red Carpet -- Hollywood is in full bloom with the perfect inspo to put a little spring in your step -- Elle Fanning, Kate Middleton, Cate Blanchett, Jennifer Lopez, Lupita Nyong'o

Page 3: Mindy Kaling, Kathryn Newton, Gabrielle Union, Caitriona Balfe, Penelope Cruz

Page 4: Who Wore It Best? Scarlett Johansson vs. Delilah Belle Hamlin vs. Ingrid Andress in Tom Ford

Page 6: Loose Talk -- Jennifer Garner on finally getting her ears pierced at age 48, Cardi B's thoughts on Selena Gomez possibly stepping away from music, Michelle Obama on living with messy daughters Malia and Sasha, Soleil Moon Frye recalling her first consensual sexual experience with Charlie Sheen, Kim Kardashian West on how much her voice has changed over 20 seasons of Keeping Up With the Kardashians

Page 8: Contents

Page 10: Hot Pics -- ahead of the Miami Open Venus Williams took a break from practice to play with her dog Harold

Page 11: Adam Levine and Behati Prinsloo were attached at the hip during an outing in Montecito, Paul McCartney enjoyed a beach day while on vacation in St. Barts, sporting a massive diamond ring Bethenny Frankel was at the beach in Miami

Page 12: Paris Hilton's Lanvin dress paired perfectly with her bubblegum-hued Bentley, Jared Leto looked unrecognizable while filming House of Gucci in Italy and meanwhile Lady Gaga and Adam Driver continued shooting scenes the following day

Page 13: Britney Spears looked to be in good spirits while out with boyfriend Sam Asghari in L.A., Robin Roberts hammed it up for the camera on the set of Good Morning America, Kourtney Kardashian couldn't keep her hands off new beau Travis Barker after enjoying a dinner date in L.A.

Page 14: Baby on Board -- Selling Sunset's Christine Quinn, Gal Gadot, Lauren Burnham with husband Arie Luyendyk Jr., Christina Milian showed off her growing belly in a floral lingerie set by Savage x Fenty

Page 16: Flex Zone -- with warmer days ahead, stars push their bodies harder -- Nicole Scherzinger and Thom Evans, Kate Hudson added three pound dumbbells to her fitness routine, Eva Longoria works out with a trampoline, Cara Delevingne does yoga, Kevin Hart was joined by son Hendrix for a sweat sesh, Gabrielle Union working out

Page 18: Stars They're Just Like Us -- Jax Taylor took out the trash and recycling bins in L.A., Ally Brooke put on sunscreen she bought at CVS in L.A., after food shopping Ariel Winter packed her car with goodies in L.A.

Page 20: Love Lives -- Katy Perry and Orlando Bloom sparked marriage rumors after she was seen wearing a gold band on that finger while in Hawaii

Page 21: They've quietly been together for over three years but Keanu Reeves and Alexandra Grant who were spotted together during a rare date night in Beverly Hills are in no rush to wed and they've both been in serious relationships before so they're content just being with each other but that doesn't mean marriage is off the table

* For Brooklyn Decker, the silver lining of the pandemic has spending more time with Andy Roddick -- she said it has strengthened their relationship

* The secret to Nick and Vanessa Lachey's successful marriage of nearly 10 years? Spontaneous intimacy, according to Vanessa

Page 22: Hot Hollywood -- Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani won't be sending save the date cards anytime soon because the duo is struggling to agree on a wedding day -- Gwen is pushing hard for their first ceremony on Blake's Oklahoma ranch to take place in early fall (the two are planning a second affair in L.A.), but Blake, who has been vocal about his impatience, wants to wed this summer but there's a problem: tornado season and the chapel he had constructed on his property for Gwen, a devout Catholic, isn't built to withstand even a minor wind event -- no matter what though, the pair (who are also trying for a baby via surrogate) still plan to exchange their vows before the end of the year and won't let these hiccups affect their big day

Page 23: Jennifer Lopez and Alex Rodriguez denied reports that they ended their engagement and were spotted packing on the PDA in the Dominican Republic -- J.Lo started to question A-Rod after rumors began to swirl that he had an affair with Southern Charm star Madison LeCroy but Alex has been on his best behavior of late

* A Britney Spears comeback could be on the horizon as she is dropping hints about singing again even though her attorney previously said she will not perform as long as her father in charge, but if the judge rules in her favor to make her care manager, Jodi Montgomery, her conservator, Britney will follow through and promise to perform again

* Keeping Up With Us -- Kobe Bryant's widow Vanessa Bryant has named the four deputies who allegedly shared graphic photos from the helicopter crash that killed her husband and daughter Gianna and seven others, despite sharing a selfie of herself wearing a half-heart necklace that she rocked while dating Ben Affleck his ex Ana de Armas denied that the two were back together, Armie Hammer is being investigated by L.A. police after a woman came forth and accused the actor of raping her in 2017 but Armie's attorney maintains their relations were completely consensual, CBS has extended The Talk's hiatus after claims of racism and toxicity were made against cohost Sharon Osbourne, just days after Tiger Woods returned home from the hospital following his near-fatal car crash new details from the investigation revealed that the golf pro didn't take his foot off the accelerator leading up to the accident

Page 24: A Day in My Life -- Maria Sharapova

Page 25: Kanye West's personal life might be in shambles, but his finances were thriving -- according to a new report, the rapper's net worth has climbed to $6.6 billion amid his ongoing divorce from Kim Kardashian -- he has really thrown himself into his work -- Kanye was first declared a billionaire last April largely in part to his fashion line, Yeezy, which is valued between $3.2 and $4.7 billion -- Kanye actually learned a lot from Kim's family about business decisions and he used to throw so much of his own money into his projects, but he's learned that doesn't have to be the case and it's clearly paying off big

* These hip-hop stars also made a large sum of their money away from the mic -- 50 Cent, Diddy, Jay-Z, Dr. Dre

Page 26: Cover Story -- Duchess Kate carries on -- the resilient royal is stepping in to save the crown

Page 28: Angelina Jolie vs. Brad Pitt: a new low -- as Brad and Angelina's nasty custody battle rages on, their kids are put in the middle

Page 30: Makeovers of the Year -- behold the style evolution of Hollywood's latest luminaries -- Andra Day, Halsey

Page 31: Tiffany Haddish, Lily Collins, Awkwafina

Page 32: Major Transformations -- Adrienne Bailon, Rebel Wilson

Page 34: Ayesha Curry, Kelly Osbourne, Adele

Page 36: Spring Makeup Bag Update -- whisper-light formulas in soft, pretty hues that will freshen up your look fast

Page 38: Laura Harrier tells how she makes her peepers pop

Page 40: Let It Grow! Kristen Stewart's mane man Adir Abergel shares hacks to help a haircut in flux look luxe

Page 42: Entertainment -- Mark Long on The Challenge: All Stars

Page 43: Take Five with Sway Bhatia

Page 46: Fashion Police -- when bad clothes happen to good people -- Noah Cyrus, Machine Gun Kelly, Amber Rose

Page 47: Bella Hadid, Harry Styles

Page 48: 25 Things You Don't Know About Me -- Kevin O'Leary

#tabloid #grain of salt #tabloid toc #tabloidtoc #duchess kate #kate middleton #meghan markle #prince william #angelina jolie #brad pitt #maddox jolie-pitt #maddox jolie pitt #laura harrier #kristen stewart #fashion police #kevin o'leary #kanye west #maria sharapova #britney spears #jennifer lopez #alex rodriguez #gwen stefani #blake shelton #gwen and blake's wedding #katy perry #orlando bloom #keanu reeves #alexandra grant #brooklyn decker #andy roddick

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Stockyard photos from Chicago

Images from the Union Stock Yards, Chicago, USA, and pork abattoir’s, from The Modern Packing House, by Nickerson and Collins Co., Chicago, 1905 and 1920.

Ham pump from the 1910’s

Wiltshire cut c 1920

Union Stock Yard, Chicago, USA, C 1920

Union Stock Yard, Chicago, USA, C 1920

Pork abattoir, c 1920

Pork abattoir, c 1920

Union Stock Yard, Chicago, USA, C 1920

Entrance to the Union Stock Yard, Chicago, USA, C 1920

Photos from Harris Bacon, Wiltshire, England

Harris photos from old newspapers and redrawn in Cape Town.

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Harris Bacon photos, courtesy of Susan Boddington, curator of the Calne Heritage Centre.

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Ancient photos from Germany

An old pic re-published in the doctoral dissertation of Klaus-Dieter Baja, University of Hamburg, on the changing face of the butches profession.

Vintage photos by Edward S Curtis

Drying Whale Meat – Hooper Bay (The North American Indian, V. XX. Norwood, MA, The PLIMPTON Press). Artist, Edward S Curtis.

Drying Meat, Flathead, 1910 – Hand colored vintage photogravure – 5 1/4 x 7 1/4 inches plate. Edward S. Curtis. From nygardgallery.com

An iconic photo by Curtis, Edward S., 1868-1952, created c1908 November 19, Two Dakota Indian women hanging meat to dry on poles, tent in background. Published in: The North American Indian / Edward S. Curtis. [Seattle, Wash.] : Edward S. Curtis, 1907-30, v. 3, p. 96.

Smokehouses

Meat Curing and Smokehouse – Built in Goria after plans by the United States Dep of Agriculture.  Photo – 1919 from Woodford County Journal (Eureka, Illinois), 20 Jan 1919, p 3.

Photos from Robert Goodrick

About this photo, he writes, “That was the year when we cleaned 900 pieces of poultry — I smelled like a turkey for weeks after :-(”

He says that “The bearded wonder in the center of the photo Quiet Waters Farm is yours truly 1974 I believe :)”

Robert remembers that “this is when ‘butchers’ was ‘real’ butchers 🙂 that Christmas we did over a 1000 birds which included a few ducks, geese, roasting chickens (6lb’ers) as well as a few (true) capons 9/10 lbs) — Largest turkey, if I remember right, was 55 lbs and the smallest was around 7/8 lbs — two of us cleaned the whole lot in about 12 hours”

“My third job in Vancouver British Columbia — My first lasted six weeks as I did not do the right handshake — another story for over a pint — Second lasted about six months as they were pulling the building down, so went down the street and joined this lot — ended up running the place for the owners :)”

How I love these stories!

Laurence Green’s references to Cape food.

From his work HARBOURS OF MEMORY (1969), published by Howard Timmins, Green makes the following references to meat and food recipes.  Many of his best stories he got in bars, drinking with old folks and from magazines and old pamphlets he collected from flea markets.  He was a journalist and an author and I think, if I recall correctly, at one point wrote for the Cape Argus or Cape Times.  His word pictures are priceless.  Here are a few nuggets.

The secret curry powder

From The Road to the Harbour he writes, “Hungry seamen paid sixpence for pea soup or fish, a shilling for roast beef or steak. Many generous hosts provided bread, cheese, and pickles free of charge. A favourite meal in many harbour taverns consisted of a plate of mulligatawny soup followed by sosaties and rice, curried fragments of mutton on bamboo skewers. This cost one shilling and sixpence, including a glass of wine.”

Curries of various sorts were favourite everyday meals in the seafaring quarter. If you passed down Waterkant or Bree Street between certain hours there were such pungent aromas of chilies and garlic, mustard oil and onions, that you might have been in Calcutta. Jacob Watermeyer, a Strand Street ship chandler, was the far-sighted businessman who transformed the curry and rice dishes of Cape Town. This remarkable episode brought him and his assistant a fortune. The master of a British sailing ship owed Watermeyer money for stores and he departed without paying the bill. Next time he called, however, the honest captain entered Watermeyer’s shop and announced: “I still can’t pay, but if you care to come down on board my ship I will show you something valuable.” Watermeyer and his assistant lunched in the saloon and were given the finest curry they had ever tasted. After lunch, the captain handed them a list of ingredients and showed them how to mix the curry powder which had made the lunch memorable. I do not pretend to know the exact amount of turmeric, ginger, chilies and other spices that went into the powder; it was a secret recipe. No one could say that it was dominated by this or that condiment. It was a true blend, and compared with the other curry powders of the period it seemed to have an almost magical effect on soups, pumpkin, beans, crawfish or snoek, eggs, chicken and meats. The captain revealed to Watermeyer the whole secret process and gave him a sealed barrel of the curry powder. Watermeyer canceled the debt, three hundred pounds, a substantial amount to write off in those golden days. He put the curry powder on the market in tins and Cape Town flocked to his store to buy more. Here was a powder with just the right bite. It gave a rich, almost mysterious stimulating quality to a thick stew. People glowed and perspired and declared that Watermeyer’s curry powder made them feel cool in the heat of summer. The assistant married Watermeyer’s daughter and inherited the secret. He built a store in Adderley Street far more ornate than the little ship chandler’s shop down on the waterfront. The store has gone but the curry powder survives and is still mixed just as that forgotten sea captain showed Jacob Watermeyer in the Indiaman’s saloon more than a century ago.

Few old people record their memories and I was lucky to hear the curry saga before the origin was lost. When an interesting person dies a whole page of the past is torn away. I am grateful to those who spoke to me and left their most vivid impressions

Picture from the Shambles – leopards and sand sharks

Leopards were still visiting the shambles at the foot of Adderley Street in search of offal when Hinton was a boy. Wharf Square, outside the old mainline railway station, was close to the wharf. The slaughterhouse, built long before the station, supplied meat to troops bound for India before the Suez Canal was built. Shortly after World War II an aged coloured man showed officials the door in this building where he had stood shovelling refuse into Table Bay. So many sand sharks gathered for the feast. that they called the place Haaibaai. Now the shambles has been demolished and the nearest sea is more than twelve hundred yards from Wharf Square.

Polony, existed from at least 1900’s with much older roots

“Butchers prepared fine mutton hams and polonies and these kept fresh in any climate. The polonies were a foot long, one inch in diameter, made of pork and other meats and fat with various spices; they were bound in bundles of twenty-four and sewn up in airtight bladders.”

See my article I did based on Greens description, The Origins of Polony.

Pigs in blankets were served as oysters, wrapped in bacon

About chef Luigi, he tells the following.  “So he served “pigs in blankets” (oysters wrapped in bacon and fried) or oysters au gratin, sole and oyster pie, oysters sweated in butter and served on hot fried bread, oyster soufflees, oysters with spinach, grilled oysters and fried oysters chopped and mixed with scrambled eggs.”

From Australia

The country of Australia holds some of the most iconic meat history.

Tim Westwood made me aware of this remarkable video.

Meat Hangers

Kevin Ahern took these pictures of Petroglyphs National Monuments in Albuquerque, NM, dating to between 800 and 1200 BP with the oldest dating to 2000 BCE.  He tells me that the images depict the Yucca bud.

“The uses of this plant are numerous, the least of which today being for textile use. The strikingly tall inflorescence stalks have long fibres in them that can be spun to make (incredibly uncomfortable) clothing, textiles, or rope. Yucca flowers are also edible, and are a deep-fried delicacy in some southern states in the US. Some species of the genus also have edible fruits, but this species isn’t one of them since the fruit walls are made up of very tough plant tissue.  (botanicalmusings)

The leaves of this plant (Yucca filamentosa; Adams needle) are also sometimes referred to as “meat hangers” since they are so tough they can pierce meat and can be knotted together to make a ring that can be hung on a tree branch to dry-cured meat.”  (botanicalmusings)

The reference to the hanging of meat for curing seems to originate from Small (1933) who recorded that “leaves of all southern species were used by pioneers to make rope and string for hanging up cured meats.”  Daniel F. Austin says that he found fishermen in the early 1970s on Great Inagua near the Bahamas still using cord made from Yucca to hang their bonefish to dry.  (Austin, 2004)

Yucca to the native tribe, Alabama was called tosiina istatakka (tosiina, from Spanish tocino for Bacon, ist-, it is, atakkaaka, hanging).  The name is derived from their use of the sharp point on the leaf and its fibers to hang meat for smoking (Sylestine, et al, 1993) (Austin, 2004)

Further Reading and Reference:

http://botanicalmusings.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-northern-agave-yucca.html

Austin, F. D..  2004.  Florida Ethnobotany.  CRC Press.

Old Meat Pictures from Мясо! Мясо! Колбаса

In July 2019 I was looking for old meat processing pictures for the deli stores concept we are launching in Johannesburg.  Robert kindly directed me to this amazing facebook site.  All photos were downloaded from this site where it was posted by members.  I wish to acknowledge them and members of the site as the source.

Chuck Vavra‘s Grandparents

Making sausages

Todd Young’s  photos

From South Africa

A photograph from L V Praagh, The Transvaal, and its Mines, 1906, p.321, of the curing room of a cold storage and butcher’s shop shows the importance of this imported European tradition in Johannesburg.

Sheepkraaling in the Karoo.  Late 1800’s.  From The Rise of Conservation in South Africa – Settlers, Livestock, and the Environment 1770-1950 by William Beinart.

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