#50s US concept cars

[tearlessrain]

please help me- i used to be pretty smart but i’m having so much trouble grasping the concept of diegetic vs non-diegetic bdsm!

gfkjldghfd okay first of all I'm sorry for the confusion, if you're not finding anything on the phrase it's because I made it up and absolutely nobody but me ever uses it, but I haven't found a better way to express what I'm trying to say so I keep using it. but now you've given me an excuse to ramble on about some shit that is only relevant to me and my deeply inefficient way of talking and by god I'm going to take it.

SO. the way diegetic and non-diegetic are normally used is to talk about music and sound design in movies/tv shows. in case you aren't familiar with that concept, here's a rundown:

diegetic sound is sound that happens within the world of the movie/show and can be acknowledged by the characters, like a song playing on the stereo during a driving scene, or sung on stage in Phantom of the Opera. it's also most other sounds that happen in a movie, like the sounds of traffic in a city scene, or a thunderclap, or a marching band passing by. or one of the three stock horse sounds they use in every movie with a horse in it even though horses don't really vocalize much in real life, but that's beside the point, the horse is supposed to be actually making that noise within the movie's world and the characters can hear it whinnying.

non-diegetic sound is any sound that doesn't exist in the world of the movie/show and can't be perceived by the characters. this includes things like laugh tracks and most soundtrack music. when Duel of Fates plays in Star Wars during the lightsaber fight for dramatic effect, that's non-diegetic. it exists to the audience, but the characters don't know their fight is being backed by sick ass music and, sadly, can't hear it.

the lines can get blurry between the two, you've probably seen the film trope where the clearly non-diegetic music in the title sequence fades out to the same music, now diegetic and playing from the character's car stereo. and then there are things like Phantom of the Opera as mentioned above, where the soundtrack is also part of the plot, but Phantom of the Opera does also have segments of non-diegetic music: the Phantom probably does not have an entire orchestra and some guy with an electric guitar hiding down in his sewer just waiting for someone to break into song, but both of those show up in the songs they sing down there.

now, on to how I apply this to bdsm in fiction.

if I'm referring to diegetic bdsm what I mean is that the bdsm is acknowledged for what it is in-world. the characters themselves are roleplaying whatever scenarios their scenes involve and are operating with knowledge of real life rules/safety practices. if there's cnc depicted, it will be apparent at some point, usually right away, that both characters actually are fully consenting and it's all just a planned scene, and you'll often see on-screen negotiation and aftercare, and elements of the story may involve the kink community wherever the characters are. Love and Leashes is a great example of this, 50 Shades and Bonding are terrible examples of this, but they all feature characters that know they're doing bdsm and are intentional about it.

if I'm talking about non-diegetic bdsm, I'm referring to a story that portrays certain kinks without the direct acknowledgement that the characters are doing bdsm. this would be something like Captive Prince, or Phantom of the Opera again, or the vast majority of bodice ripper type stories where an innocent woman is kidnapped by a pirate king or something and totally doesn't want to be ravished but then it turns out he's so cool and sexy and good at ravishing that she decides she's into it and becomes his pirate consort or whatever it is that happens at the end of those books. the characters don't know they're playing out a cnc or D/s fantasy, and in-universe it's often straight up noncon or dubcon rather than cnc at all. the thing about entirely non-diegetic bdsm is that it's almost always Problematic™ in some way if you're not willing to meet the story where it's at, but as long as you're not judging it by the standards of diegetic bdsm, it's just providing the reader the same thing that a partner in a scene would: the illusion of whatever risk or taboo floats your boat, sometimes to extremes that can't be replicated in real life due to safety, practicality, physics, the law, vampires not being real, etc. it's consensual by default because it's already pretend; the characters are vehicles for the story and not actually people who can be hurt, and the reader chose to pick up the book and is aware that nothing in it is real, so it's all good.

this difference is where people tend to get hung up in the discourse, from what I've observed. which is why I started using this phrasing, because I think it's very crucial to be able to differentiate which one you're talking about if you try to have a conversation with someone about the portrayal of bdsm in media. it would also, frankly, be useful for tagging, because sometimes when you're in the mood for non-diegetic bodice ripper shit you'd call the police over in real life, it can get really annoying to read paragraphs of negotiation and check-ins that break the illusion of the scene and so on, and the opposite can be jarring too.

it's very possible to blur these together the same way Phantom of the Opera blurs its diegetic and non-diegetic music as well. this leaves you even more open to being misunderstood by people reading in bad faith, but it can also be really fun to play with. @not-poignant writes fantastic fanfic, novels, and original serials on ao3 that pull this off really well, if you're okay with some dark shit in your fiction I would highly recommend their work. some of it does get really fucking dark in places though, just like. be advised. read the tags and all that.

but yeah, spontaneous writer plug aside, that's what I mean.

#I found their original stuff while I was researching various waterhorses and their folklore for no reason #because one of the characters in their original work happens to be an each uisge #and then it turned out it ALSO included a lot of figures from welsh folklore in general #so yknow if you happen to have my incredibly specific hyperfixations you'll love it but even if you don't it's great #I didn't mean to bring up phantom of the opera so much it just happens to be very relevant to a lot of my talking points #I haven't actually seen it in years

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Welcome to "The Castle of Joy," built in 2004 in Murphy, NC. It has 3bds, 4ba, and a barn proven to bring people together. $1,050,000.

The main living area of the "castle" is an open concept floor plan w/a living/dining/kitchen combo.

I'm surprised that there's no formal dining room, and the kitchen is relatively small for $1+M castle.

Bedroom #1.

The en-suite is a standard 3 pc.

The primary bedroom has access to the terrace.

Surprised that the baths don't have any tile.

This bedroom also opens to the terrace.

The terrace has openings for combat just like a real castle. The wall does obscure the view, though.

Here's a nice pool room.

Small individual tables for two in the hall outside the pool room.

There's a bunk room that looks like it sleeps 6.

Iron gates open to the garden from a foyer.

This is the party barn.

It has picnic tables for guests.

Firepit in the garden.

And, a heart-shaped pool.

Hmmm.

The current owners used the barn as a venue.

The exterior lights up.

There is parking for 50 cars.

10.67 acres of land.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/150-Castle-Ct-Murphy-NC-28906/230500742_zpid/

#castle homes #unusual homes #houses #house tours #home tour

[msallurea]

Things I'm manifesting

-Everything from my notes/Dream life (this just basically everything😭)

-Dream face

-Dream body

-Lighter prettier eyes

-Caramel brown skin (think goldenbih)

-Being 5'1 in a half + weighing 110lbs

-Smaller prettier feet, hands, toes, nails

-3b curls/perfect hair

-Lighter hair with caramel highlights

-Freckles + Beauty marks

-Natural makeup appearance

-Dream wardrobe/Fashion/Aesthetic

-Dream mansion + living in luxury city

-Being famous/celebrity/superstar/popstar

-Desired talents/talented at everything

-Being an it girl + sex symbol + muse + vixen (yall get it 😭)

-Being master manifestor + perfect pretty self concept (even tho technically I already am this its just like why not? Ya know😭)

-Dream parents/family + Being an only child (I'm sick of this sibling shit 😒) + radiate and embody hot older sister energy (just cuz I don't wanna be a older sister no more doesn't mean i dont still want the energy😭)

-Prettier handwriting +top notch writing skills/communication skills/over the top intelligence/stupidly high IQ(basically just the brainsy gyal)

-perfect 50/50 HD eye sight + looking hot asf in any pair of glasses (I wanna not be blind but still be fine)

-Prettier whiter teeth and pinker tongue and gums and just dental/mouth in general + OP top notch hygiene skills (I feel people who have bipolar depression understand this part)

-better mental health + no mental health issues + no anxiety/fearful etc

- balanced hormones + increased estrogen(as a girl I have wayy too much testosterone n I've been insecure about it for years)

-perfect coochani + OP coochanini skills (ummm so this is just self explanatory but honestly if yk yk 😭)

-Naturally smell like my desired scent (which is basically like a bakery n just so deliciously annoyingly sweet and seductive; but remember how I said I have too much testosterone gor my body to handle yea..ifykyk😭)

-No more sweating (I don't sweat excessive I just hate it period)

-top notch crystal clean health + no more constipation + no longer pooping n its healthy (ik somebody gon question me but those who suffer from severe constipation especially for me its been my whole life u understand where I'm coming from)

- desired voice + accent + unique lingo n slang etc

-Desired personality + persona + aura + vibe etc etc

-super flexibility skills

-unbearably photogenic videogenic audiogenic + always looking perfect naturally

-Desired school, friends, lover, etc + school it girl

-Speak/know already desired languages

-drivets license, car, motorcycle, etc etc

-Be intimidatingly wealthy (when I say wealthy I mean WEALTHYYYYY) + come from a family of aristocrats + wealthy generational family in general (yall know what I'm tryna say) + luxury etc etc

-Revised life and childhood

-Dream singing + rapping skills + song writing etc

-Good in all sports like frfr just good at everything (basically the perfect it girl)

-Be a Gazillion times better then Kokomi teruhashi (not tryna be self centered i promise🥲)

-Perfect life + graduation + live teenage fever dream

-Bald, completely hairless body and face (but keeping my brows, lashes and scalp hair)

It's more I just can't think of it rn but this is all I will be manifesting

How will I manifest all this?

So for me I'm not really tryna overcomplicate any more I'm just gonna go straight back to the basics n apply what I know which is choose what I desire, affirm/assume its done and persist. I already overconsumed so much and at this point it's a waste of time. I'm not really tryna do no challenges I'm just gonna focus strictly on trusting and having faith not just in myself but my imagination and subconscious thats its done n taken care of, I'll give yall updates on anything that happens soon! I love you guyssss💗💗💗

Affirmations I'll be using

-I have all of my desires from my notes

-I am living my dream life

-it is done

-I choose to live my new story, my old story no longer exist

#law of assumption #manifestation #manifesting #neville goddard #affirm and persist #affirmations #MsAllurea

[steve-hen-grant]

Pas de deux (Jake Lockley x reader ) 🌙🩰

A/N: So! Kinda my first fic? Trying to exercise my writing skills. (You won’t believe how many times I had to just write “excersize” for autocorrect to save me.) So I hope y’all can enjoy the product of my practice!

In a previous post, I mentioned Jake crying while watching ballet. But what I meant to say was I had already developed a fic to this very concept. Needed the confidence to post it- which the reception to the first post got! It said Swan Lake, but for the plot’s conflict it’s Nutcracker.

Warnings: Fluff, mild comfort, reference to MK lore but you can pretend it isn’t, reference to Tchaikovsky mourning his sister, No use of Y/N, may be read as the POV of Layla, or yourself, mentions of Marc and Steven, no direct use of Spanish but reference to Jake speaking it, Reader may or may not know Spanish, it’s ambiguous this way for a self insert!, and again, my first full fan fiction. That is a warning. Surprisingly unserious. implied that narrator and the moon guys are visiting the US for this show.

Gender Neutral reader, but with uncomfortable formal shoes because they plague us all no matter

Word count: the word counter website broke so let me know when you get down there kk

You and Jake go to the Opera house in downtown Chicago. However, the loyal servant of the Moon God reacts unexpectedly…

Hours earlier, Jake struggled with his tie while I mulled over walking into the opera house together. His dark mustache furled as I helped arrange the black fabric and romanticized the pair of us strolling down the Chicago street: dressed to the nines, my arm in his, with the Christmas lights illuminating our path to the theater. Jake refused, mumbling something about how he didn’t want to make me walk longer in formal shoes than I had to. Knowing how I wouldn’t say anything, refusing to complain or burden the evening, until my Achilles tendons were shot by the time we got back to the hotel.

Among the three of them, Jake’s love language was having foresight to make life as accommodated and comfortable. But he forgets that he has a place in it.

Right now, in the brisk December evening, I trotted towards the warmly lit-refuge of the Civic Opera House. Jake dropped me off directly in front, rolling away to park his sleek Rolls Royce Phantom somewhere secure.

The exterior was like that of most concrete high-riser buildings. Though at ground level, in stark contrast, a sculpted arc entrance stood on the corner of the street. A light snow casted over the figures shaped into the stone. Tall preview posters displayed the principal dancer for the evening: the sugar plum fairy.

My pace towards the ticket booth was quick in the biting cold. The Opera house clerk smiled.

“Reservations under… Spector?”

“No- wait, yes. Yes.”

At my hesitation, I was rightfully earned a disconcerted expression. Marc must have booked the tickets. Before the words left her mouth, Jake appeared to save the day. Showing his- or Marc’s- ID. The clerk was satisfied and gave us two red tickets for entree. Jake took my arm in his, like a Highschool couple in a 50s movie. Between the regal opera house, the way he supports my arm, and opens the car door- truly old fashioned.

“Thanks, Marc,” I teased. He nudged me with his arm.

“Oh please, he made Steven book them,” Jake took off his gloves and stuffed them into his pocket. We handed our tickets off, and at last, we were on our way through marble floors and high ceilings to find seating.

Maybe that’s why we both enjoyed viewings in this specific opera house. It was completed in 1929, yet shined as brightly as ever. Velvet red fabrics and amber blown lights. If you weren’t careful, you could become easily motivated to write a romanticized novel.

In a world of my own, I don’t notice Jake looking over my face. But he wasn’t appreciating the interior of the architecture. Maybe the exterior of me.

Some hors d’oeuvres later, we situated in a balcony, closest to the stage. Jake insisted this would be ‘the best spot in the house’. From the balcony overview, patterns in the snow droplet’s sequence could be figured into the shape of snowflakes. Once again, Jake’s love language would make the evening special, by meticulous design. Jake’s prior knowledge of ballet was limited, yet his relationship to the music goes back.

No one would assume that, from what meets the eye. Even if you knew of his nightly servitude to Khonshu- there was less reason to believe he keeps a special mix of Tchaikovsky’s Greatest in his car’s dash. His work isn’t easy, and who doesn’t wind down to music? An avatar to the god of the moon is no exception.

Live orchestra has become a small thing for us. One that Marc chuffs at and Steven… would probably like to be apart of.

The elevated booth was tailored to the best view possible of the tilted stage. Below, forms of people moved to their seats, shed overcoats, and checked the time. Soon, the red curtains would pull apart to reveal the iconic home of the Stahlbaum’s, and delicate Clara center stage. It was a matter of time, and based on Jake’s mild leg bounce, not soon enough. I place a hand over his palm, steadying his nervous habit to a somber sway.

INTERMISSION

We returned to our secluded seats from the main area. Maybe or maybe not, pocketing some cheese squares and fancy crackers in napkins. Jake put his arm over the back of my seat and smirked, “You think I could do that?”

“Do what?”

“The dancing,” He grinned like a ferret. I pause for a moment to process the idea literally. You know what? Maybe. I’ve stayed in the car while Marc or Steven took care of their missions. From what I’ve seen, Moonknight is pretty agile. Mr. Knight is comparably a Gymnast. Making- often unnecessary- flips and turns over bullets and blades.

“Try asking Khonshu when you can take classes- conveniently between delivering justice.”

To which, Jake snickers. He takes his contraband-horderve from the lobby and speaks, “Oh yeah, it will happen. I’ll just borrow Steven’s tutu.” Jake looks aloft and grins, for a moment, it’s like I can hear his alter too.

“THOSE CLASSES WERE A ONE-OFF TIME!”

The second act. Clara and the Nutcracker prince have crossed the forest into a world of her childlike creation. Her and the prince are welcomed by flowers, candy, and snow. It seems like the defeat of the rat king would be the last of the room’s worries. Except for me.

Nearing a majestic finale, the nutcracker prince shares a dance with her majesty, the sugar plum fairy. He takes her hand and holds it, as her powder pink leg ascends. But this isn’t what Jake is thinking about. His eyes are hardly on the scene below, but he is paying attention to the music. The Nutcracker, Op. 71, Act II: No. 14a, Pas de deux. He holds his breath for a moment. A small gesture I might have missed if he didn’t drop my hand when he does so. I glanced at him, not wanting to disturb his fixation to the show.

And maybe I didn’t want to disturb the way his locks messily fell on his forehead and ears. He’s a gentleman, so he wouldn’t wear his hat into the event. But by removing it, the bunched hair underneath fell loosely. Marc and Steven were supposedly relentless about on the way downtown, if his passive looks to the rear view mirror meant anything.

Does a family of birds live in your hat, mate?

Cmon, Jake, everytime I get the body I have to run a comb through it.

After Jake lowered his hands from applause, he took mine in his again. As if he six whole minutes without it was too much. I press my thumb into his knuckles. He pulls my hand closer to him, holding it totally casually to his heart.

The Finale had wrapped up in a roar of an audience. The evening’s dancers made their bows and the orchestra had begun to pack up their bows and sheet music. Neither me nor Jake were one for crowds, but fortunately, the box seats were close enough to a flight of stairs that crew members likely took. We stood and peeked down the flight that turned around the ivory painted walls.

Jake held my arm and smirked, “Do you want to take a shortcut?”

I gave him a puzzled look. “That way? Are you sure there is an exit? We might get a meet and greet with the rat king,” I half-joke. Jake grins and his eyes light up at that risk.

My eyes narrow,

“You want to meet the rat king don’t y-“

“Yes.”

It’s Christmas. Might as well give Jake the gift of following through one of his mischievous schemes- together. Jake is laughing and throughly unserious as we move closer to the landing of the stairwell. I slide my hand down the glossy railing, “If we find this rat thing-“

“When. When we find the rat thing,” Jake interrupts.

I pause and continue, “Yes, my apologies. When we find the rat, are you going to valiantly slay it, and save me?”

Jake thinks for a moment, stopping on the stairs. He responds, “I’ve fought weirder.” I nod agreeably as we continue hand in hand. But he mumbled something I couldn’t hear, perhaps some Spanish intonations, but too low to react to.

But I had a pretty good idea what he meant to say out loud. Jake will show his affection in careful planning, a car ride anywhere, but not typically his words. In those tender instances where he has to resort to sweet nothings, he expresses it in Spanish. The words flow so naturally that they aren’t being filtered by a process of translation. Just his feelings, as they are.

I smile, and pull him into my arm tighter. It was more than likely he was protectively, lovingly ranting about how well he would protect me. How he would welcome the chance to prove it. In the dimly lit corridor we found ourselves in, we located an exit door and push it. I recall the December air and hold his arm closer.

Jake holds up his keys and presses down on his buttons. Immediately after leaving the back door, we are greeted by the flashing headlights of his car in a neighboring lot. Jake looks at my face of surprise and laughs, “You thought I was going to let you walk so far in those shoes?”

While in the car, on the way back to the flat, Swan Lake plays over the radio. I clutch my coat in the warm embrace of the car’s heating system. Jake is tapping his finger along while letting cars through, but he stops as the piece ends and the next begins. The Pas de deux. This time, I don’t miss my chance to ask. My hand grazes his leather coated arm, “You alright?” Jake keeps a deadpan look through the droplets on the windshield, blinking several times. I lean in a touch closer, “Jake?”

“Uhm, I just read where, you know, what’s-his-face, wrote this piece for his sister who passed. It uhm…” Jake, agitated by the way his mouth wants to curl into a grimace in front of me, lays his arm down in a finalizing gesture. He was done talking about it, not without losing clear vision while driving. I hold his gloved hand, and without thinking, hold it to his chest. His shoulders finally lowered. The light turned green. The music filling the gentle silence.

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#moon knight #jake lockley #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockely x reader #fluff #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Geneva '73 - 50 Years on Autobianchi A112 Giovani, 1973, by Pininfarina. Traditionally the Geneva Motor Show was the first exhibition of the European circuit and as such was used by manufacturers and coachbuilders to reveal their most important new models and design studies. Pininfarina's Giovani concept was a high-riding targa-roofed prototype based on the A112 hatchback aimed at at younger buyers (Giovani = youth in Italian) looking for "an economical car they could commute in on weekdays and take to the beach on the weekend". A compact SUV coupé/convertible 50 years ahead of its time

#Autobianchi #Autobianchi A112 Giovani #Autobianchi A112 #concept #prototype #open roof #targa roof #1973 #50 years ago #Geneva 73 #Geneva Motor Show #design study #dead brands #Pininfarina

[onmyyan]

ADDING ONTO THAT PREVIOUS ASK

Since lex Luther and other villians with half a brain Invest into reader and helping reader imagine the suprise and shock on batfams face when they try to kidnap reader and suddenly 50 highly trained assassins/bodyguards are running at them sure the batfam beat them but two things

The assassins escaped

Reader is nowhere to be found

Its like one second reader is in one if lex's safe house next thing you know reader is jumping into a car with poison ivy and harley quinn for a girls night out

THAT PREVIOUS ASK WAS AMAZING BTW 😍

Omfg this concept is everything to me rn!! The Gotham City Sirens just swiping reader from right under the Batfam's nose, Harley dragging her on the dancefloor, breaking the fingers of some dumbass who thought they could try to touch her puddin', she's like a feral dog latched to your side, possessively pressing herself flush to your back, her giggles in your ear, she enjoyed the way people watched her hold you with envy, Pamela giving you antidotes so you'll never be harmed by her toxic plants, teaching you how to use nature to your advantage, you took out a pig of a man who was dumping chemicals in a local lake to cut costs and she turns to putty, heart eyes and all, her favorite way to spend time with you was tucked snugly in her lair, the flora surrounding you two like a protective blanket, if she had it her way you'd never leave, but she could never clip your wings like that, so she settles for this, sharing you between the only other two people in Gotham she cares for, Selena has a much more platonic love for you than the other two, her complicated history with Bruce be damned, she saw you as a fierce and strong woman but at the same time, as a sweet kitten needing her guidance, sure you were a king of your own criminal empire but she still took the time to train your flexibility and stealth, she is very affectionate, treating you like a daughter, all that to say, the three make so much more trouble for the batfamily after their attempt at taking you, hitting them that much harder the next time they meet in battle, their strikes have venomous intent, and the batfamily should be worried, because these three are more than willing to kill for their sweet (y/n).

#yananswers #anon submission #yandere batfamily #neglected reader #Yandere Gotham city sirens #villain reader

[cosmicdream222]

It’s been a while since I made a Master Shifter Vanilla post. I came across this one and it went along with some asks and discussions I’ve been posting lately. This one is for my Scorpio anon 🌝

As always, the author of the original post is a master shifter called Vanilla/Love who was active on amino several years ago. I have edited her posts for grammar and clarity, but all credit belongs to her. The original post.

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Vanilla explains: Past Lives, Death & Afterlives

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TW - Mention of death

Table of Contents

i. Intro

ii. Note

iii. Death

- What Happens

- Where Do I Go

- What Is There

iv. Past Lives

v. Outro

i. Intro

In this post, I’ll delve into some topics that are pretty unknown around here - death and afterlives in the multiverse. What is it? What happens? Please make sure to read the note and enjoy!

ii. Note

Please keep in mind that all these things are experiences from me and several other multiverse explorers. I've already died around 50-100 times and visited way over 200+ afterlives in all kinds of reality concepts. Of course, it always differs in realities, but some basic things are always the same, such as the root of an afterlife and its purpose in a reality concept. This post is here to take away worries so you can be sure: death is nothing scary and never an end.

iii. Death

Let's talk about death - the end of a life. But really, no, it’s actually not. A lot of things happen, but even they are not ultimate. Death itself is not ultimate. There are as many realities where death exists as there are some where it doesn't. In fact, the topic of "death" around the multiverse is a heated debate.

Negative things like anger, worries, doubts, fear, pain, jealousy, and all these things are not natural. They are mostly (in this reality concept) a product of being human, and our subconscious mind always tries its best to keep them away from us. But still, they are part of some reality concepts, often the ones that the mainstream of awarenesses avoids.

It's the same with death. An awareness is not made to be gone. So, there are people saying that death is a terrible part of the multiverse, and there are people saying that death is, like the concept of "identity," a nice extra in some realities. Whatever party you choose, it's completely valid.

What Happens

Now, let's address the most important question: what happens when we die? What does that mean? We die, or at least our "life body" does. The body that breathes, drinks, eats, moves during our lifetime. It can die in many ways, because we get too old, have an injury, accidents, you know what I mean. The most common way is this one:

You die at some point, there is a moment where you 100% will no longer live.

This moment can be triggered by many causes, but whatever it is, the same thing happens.

Before your life body dies, you automatically spawn in an afterlife.*

*depending on the individual

That means you don't feel it, you do not suffer. When you reach the point where you won't live anymore, you'll just pop up there in your "afterlife body." The rest depends on the reality concept and the afterlife itself. This way, it's possible for you to experience life, death, and afterlife without worrying about such stuff.

When you get hit by a car would you suffer for the next 4 hours? No, you are already in an afterlife - gone before the car even touches you. When you are really, really sick and would definitely die at some point? Individual - some want to experience it (because of, for example, loved ones) till a few hours before they die, some do not want that, and some do without actually "being in their physical body" - that means that you can talk, think, feel, interact with everything but the sick, physical body cannot affect you. It will happen exactly how you want. Remember: your reality, your rules. But what happens after it?

Where Do I Go?

That is really individual. There is no "ultimate" afterlife and no "ultimate" even after you die. It basically happens however you want. Many here are afraid of "not being able to shift" in an afterlife. But do you know what? Theoretically, it is even easier than here in this reality, in this life, because there is nothing that can influence you. No physical circumstances, nothing. You'll shift from there exactly like in the rest of the multiverse, 100% instantly. So now that we've cleared this up, what are your options?

1. You die and just shift to the reality of your desire (NOT respawning). You don't have to spawn in an afterlife; you can also just spawn in your DR or wherever you want. There are no limits. You can also say you want to leave the 3D, also known as entering the void. Completely possible.

2. You spawn in an afterlife. Do not worry about stuff you don't want there. I'll talk more about this point later, but when you don't want specific creatures or circumstances there, they will not be there.

But what kinds of afterlives can you spawn in? The most common in this reality are religious ones (only when you are religious, so you won't be there unintended) or the astral plane (I do know that it is more complex, but that's it - the astral plane is just a bigger afterlife, nothing more).

Besides these two options, you can always choose anything else. You just want to be in a pretty paradise? You'll be there. You want certain circumstances removed from things you already know, for example, "heaven-hell," but everyone is super nice, of course, you can have it! There are no limits.

What Is There

But what is there now? A lot. Whatever you want. The most popular things here are probably gods, demons, angels, dragons, and spirits. But none of these creatures are something to worry about. Remember when I said, "as we know, negative things like anger, worries, doubts, fear, pain, jealousy, and all these things are not natural." This also applies there. No species is naturally evil or negative. No demon is naturally evil or negative. When I, for example, talk about gods, I like to use this example: They are just a species, like dogs and bees are animals. Very different but still the same in the root.

So yes, of course, a demon and a human are very different, but they are just species, like gods, like angels, like unicorns. Nothing special at all. Totally equal. If you want them to be evil (NOT assuming, genuinely wanting), they are. If you don't want it, they won't. That is a very easy rule for everything. You want heaven but only with Greek gods? This is exactly as valid and totally equal to everything else. An afterlife is as customizable as the reality itself, that means 100%. You don't have to plan everything in great detail; let it surprise you. There will never ever be something you don't want around.

iv. Past Lives

Let's have a last talk about past lives. Will you remember them? What can you find out? What if there's something you don't want? What if you are a completely different person? That is really, really easy to answer: you don’t have a specific "past life."

Reality is 100% customizable. Past, present, future. You control it all. There is simply no truth, no beginning, no ending in the multiverse.

It is exactly the same as having a comfort version of your identity. Yes, there can be something you like the most or feel the most connected to, but it is still never the "truth" because no ultimate truth exists.

Or let's put it the other way: EVERYTHING is the truth. If you want your past life to be in Hogwarts, it is TRUE, 100%. If you spawn in an afterlife and want to remember every single one of your "past lives," then you'll remember your life in Hogwarts.

You can fully customize your past, even this one. For example, you want to remember this life differently, certain things, everything, no matter what. And you spawn in the afterlife, or you shift, or whatever you want to, then you'll exactly remember that version of this life that you want to remember. This is then 100% real, 100% happened like this.

There are no limits. Absolutely none, never.

v. Outro

That was the post! I hope you liked it and it cleared up some worries and misconceptions. Remember two things from here:

1. Everything is customizable and

2. Death is never the end. Never ever.

#reality shifting #shiftblr #past lives #void state #master shifter #shifting realities

[survivingcapitalism]

What Boeing did to all the guys who remember how to build a plane

by Maureen Tkacik

March 28, 2024

https://prospect.org/infrastructure/transportation/2024-03-28-suicide-mission-boeing/

John Barnett had one of those bosses who seemed to spend most of his waking hours scheming to inflict humiliation upon him. He mocked him in weekly meetings whenever he dared contribute a thought, assigned a fellow manager to spy on him and spread rumors that he did not play nicely with others, and disciplined him for things like “using email to communicate” and pushing for flaws he found on planes to be fixed.

“John is very knowledgeable almost to a fault, as it gets in the way at times when issues arise,” the boss wrote in one of his withering performance reviews, downgrading Barnett’s rating from a 40 all the way to a 15 in an assessment that cast the 26-year quality manager, who was known as “Swampy” for his easy Louisiana drawl, as an anal-retentive prick whose pedantry was antagonizing his colleagues. The truth, by contrast, was self-evident to anyone who spent five minutes in his presence: John Barnett, who raced cars in his spare time and seemed “high on life” according to one former colleague, was a “great, fun boss that loved Boeing and was willing to share his knowledge with everyone,” as one of his former quality technicians would later recall.

More from Maureen Tkacik

But Swampy was mired in an institution that was in a perpetual state of unlearning all the lessons it had absorbed over a 90-year ascent to the pinnacle of global manufacturing. Like most neoliberal institutions, Boeing had come under the spell of a seductive new theory of “knowledge” that essentially reduced the whole concept to a combination of intellectual property, trade secrets, and data, discarding “thought” and “understanding” and “complex reasoning” possessed by a skilled and experienced workforce as essentially not worth the increased health care costs. CEO Jim McNerney, who joined Boeing in 2005, had last helmed 3M, where management as he saw it had “overvalued experience and undervalued leadership” before he purged the veterans into early retirement.

“Prince Jim”—as some long-timers used to call him—repeatedly invoked a slur for longtime engineers and skilled machinists in the obligatory vanity “leadership” book he co-wrote. Those who cared too much about the integrity of the planes and not enough about the stock price were “phenomenally talented assholes,” and he encouraged his deputies to ostracize them into leaving the company. He initially refused to let nearly any of these talented assholes work on the 787 Dreamliner, instead outsourcing the vast majority of the development and engineering design of the brand-new, revolutionary wide-body jet to suppliers, many of which lacked engineering departments. The plan would save money while busting unions, a win-win, he promised investors. Instead, McNerney’s plan burned some $50 billion in excess of its budget and went three and a half years behind schedule.

Swampy belonged to one of the cleanup crews that Boeing detailed to McNerney’s disaster area. The supplier to which Boeing had outsourced part of the 787 fuselage had in turn outsourced the design to an Israeli firm that had botched the job, leaving the supplier strapped for cash in the midst of a global credit crunch. Boeing would have to bail out—and buy out—the private equity firm that controlled the supplier. In 2009, Boeing began recruiting managers from Washington state to move east to the supplier’s non-union plant in Charleston, South Carolina, to train the workforce to properly put together a plane.

#boeing

[melanatedeuph0ria]

the boy is mine ⋆˙⟡♡

rick grimes x black!fem! reader

since he’d arrived in alexandria, you and rick have gone from complete strangers to close friends. you’d proven to be extremely useful to his team-after all, you were a great shot and had skin tougher than steel. but now, you’ve started seeing rick in a different, more romantic light. will your newly-developed crush on the police officer be reciprocated as you’d dreamed?

summary: you and rick go on a run for supplies. some hidden feelings get uncovered along the way.

NOTE: this fic takes place in alexandria era BEFORE negan (i’m guessing like s6 bc i forgot)

a/n: MY FIRST FIC EVER AAAAA i’m hoping its ok bc i’m literally just going w the flow lmao

also sorry ts took so fucking long i still have school n stuff guys 🙏🏽😞

genre: fluff, angst, hurt, comfort idk

warnings: blood, zombies, cursing, use of n word, near-death experience

“y/n! you ready to head out?”, rick yelled as he leaned against a silver sedan parked in front of Alexandria’s gates.

after finding yourself caught in a conversation with maggie and glenn, you quickly swooped your head around to acknowledge the gruff man, your eyes widening at the sound of his southern drawl lingering on your name.

“yeah, I’m comin’!” you croaked, creasing your lips into a nervous smile. after a moment, you made your way over to his car, backpack slung over your back.

you and rick were headed to a small, nearby grocery store that an old-time alexandrian claimed was hidden away from the frequent commotion of the town. there was a 50/50 chance that it might’ve or might’ve not been looted, but you both weren’t willing to skimp out on this rare opportunity. after all, the community was running short on food and supplies-it started getting obvious that it was once people were given smaller portion sizes than normal.

and it was you who, stupidly enough, agreed to check out the area with none other than your best friend you’ve been harboring a crush on, rick grimes.

you were intrigued with the man from the moment he stepped foot into alexandria-he lowkey terrified you, him AND his group, but that only sparked your urge to get to know them a bit more. you didn’t actively seek interaction with them- it was by really by circumstance when you had the chance to kinda intermingle with them all. you forgot how you and rick even met each other, to be honest. he knew you were a good shot and had skin tough as nails, that’s for sure. you had grown into something of a maternal figure for Carl, his teenage son, although it took a while for him to finally warm up to you. you couldn’t blame him, to be honest. you knew he’d been through some rough shit-he told you about his mom and what he was forced to do to her after she’d been bitten and just delivered judith, his month-old half-sister. nonetheless, you and rick were both each other’s rocks; he cared for you unlike anyone else in alexandria, and you adored certain things about him-his deep, southern voice when he gently called your name. the traces of vanilla and bourbon cologne left on his clothes despite sweating all day-most of the time he didn’t even bother trying to put it on, but the days he did, you subconsciously noticed. him surprising you with 90’s rnb album CDs that he’d snatched on his runs- once he’d surprised you with a whole erykah badu album, and since then, you’ve kept it under lock and key inside your nightstand. his damp, ruffled hair as he stops by your house for a towel to dry it off because he never seemed to have any of his own; you let him in without much question, of course, but for the past few weeks he’s been on your porch steps, your heart’s been pumping at speeds you’ve never experienced before-at least, not in a while-a zombie apocalypse ruins one’s concept of love when the one you’re in love with can slip from your fingers in a heartbeat.

but could it be? could you really be in love with your best friend in a zombie apocalypse? you were sure of it, but horrified to know if he felt the same, which is why you didn’t even realize your leg was was anxiously bouncing up and down on the floor of the car until…

“y/n. you alright?”

“huh? oh y-yeah, i’m good. what’s wrong?”

“nothin’, you’re just..extra quiet.”

“do i need to start talkin’?” you didn’t mean for that to come off as rude as it did. you were just nervous, nervous about what he’d tell you if you told him how you truly felt.

“no, no, it’s fine. you don’t gotta say nothin’ if you don’t feel like it.”

aww shit, now i feel bad, you thought. you tried your hardest not to sink into the car seat in shame so he wouldn’t notice yet another thing off about you today. you tilted your head to the window.

“we made it.” in what seemed like a flash, you and Rick were parked outside the convenience store. did you zone out that hard? not that it mattered anymore. you climbed out of the car and you both took a closer look at the store. it was abandoned all right-at least, it could’ve just looked that way-but it still looked intact. untouched by the world. you hoped that would also apply to whatever awaited inside.

bigger than what i thought it’d be, you thought as you peered at the building.

“bigger than i thought it would be.” rick said aloud.

is this nigga reading my mind..? you thought. “let’s just hope there’s no walkers on the inside.” you said in an attempt to reassure yourself that there were no undead lurking around.

You looked back at Rick for a response or some sort of agreement, but when you did, out of the corner of your eye you saw him damn near snap his neck just to stare back at the store. he cleared his throat loudly. the gesture alone radiated an anxious energy, something you had almost never sensed in the man since knowing him. it was kinda like he was afraid of getting caught…wait…

..was rick staring at you? and how long had you gone without even noticing?

if he was staring, it certainly wasn’t for no reason. you are undoubtedly stunning, so much in fact that some people were envious of your beauty before and during the apocalypse. your rich, brown skin, glistening in the hot, june sun, and your thick, coily hair, pulled into a low puff, were just a few of your most admirable features, both inside and out.

shaking the thought off your mind, you both finally approached the building, carefully peeling open its glass doors and sliding inside. you knew the drill already, but rick felt the need to tell you again, which wasn’t to your surprise at this point. “i’ll take the left side, you take the right. we’ll use our walkies to communicate-if you’re in trouble, i’ll be right there, alright?” you nodded in compliance-you both knew you could handle yourself-but you couldn’t help but bite down a smile when he said that. his low, whispery voice was strangely reassuring, like he cared for you as a lover instead of a friend. you felt your cheeks begin to burn-it’s not really like he could tell anyway, for obvious reasons, but also because it was dark as hell in the store- you assumed the owners didn’t survive long enough to pay the electricity bill.

you were shocked to see that the aisles were just barely looted-you we’re expecting them to show signs of being scavenged at least a bit, but there they were, filled to the brim with food that would just about save Alexandria from starvation.

you clicked on your walkie and held it up to your mouth. “holy shit.” is all that could manage to come out of your mouth right now.

“looks like we hit the jackpot.” rick replied on the on the other line. he already knew what your “holy shit” meant.

with caution, you strolled down the “canned goods” aisle, looking up and down each section in awe. you came to an abrupt stop in front of one of the rows, gazing at everything in stock until your eyes settled on a can of peaches. you knew they were probably expired, you expected everything else in there to be, but you were curious to see what the expiration date read on its back, to see how long it’d been since the world went to hell. you held the can in your left hand, examining the date on its back: 10/18/09; it’d been expired a year before the apocalypse even began…

didn’t think it’d be that expired.., you murmured to yourself as you creased your lips into a disgusted frown. just as you began to set the specimen back on the shelf, a loud thud from underneath the rack sent it bouncing upwards, startling you so badly that the can slipped from your fingers and splattered onto the floor into a mushy mess. somehow, there was a walker under there, reaching its pale, maggot-infested limbs out to grasp at your leg. your eyes immediately traveled to the undead as you quickly thought of how you could quickly end its 2nd life. you frantically tugged your imprisoned foot backwards in an attempt to break free, reaching into your leather sheath and pulling out your dagger halfway, but, soon enough, you were met with an even more terrifying scenario. your back clashed violently with the rack behind you, and a walker on the other side, suddenly aroused by the sound and the smell of your human flesh, reached its spindly hand through a wide, open hole in the decaying rack. its hand curled around your throat with enough pressure to keep you pinned to the shelf while you also tried to free your leg from the walker below you.

“RICK, I NEED HELP!” you yelled out into the aisle. it was a risky move and could probably attract even more walkers than what was already threatening you, but you couldn’t get a good grip on your dagger and that was the only weapon you had. calling for backup was the only option you had left.

the oncoming presence of death pricked at prodded at your skin like thorns. the thought that-in that moment, you could be bitten, and all of your hopes and ambitions for the future could immediately be crushed-left you speechless, stricken with terror.

just as the walker grabbing at your neck prepared to take a bite out of it, rick appeared and stabbed it right in its head. just after you finally freed yourself from its grasp, the man noticed the walker on the ground and stomped on its skull, leaving a bloody, mushy mess on the floor, but you were too panicked to even notice.

an exasperated sigh escaped your mouth. “oh my God, rick, you’re a lifesaver-“

your rushed, panicky words were interrupted when he suddenly crashed his lips onto yours. your eyes immediately widened at the sensation of his coarse lips pressing onto yours, soft and plump, then slowly fluttered shut. your breathing, at first rapid and filled with anxiety, had simmered down into slow and steady breaths as his lips passionately devoured yours. almost subconsciously, he trailed his right hand, roughened with scars and calluses, on the nape of your neck, holding you closer than ever before as he rested his left hand on your hip. his ocean blue eyes drifted shut as he explored you, desperate for your touch, before he slowly pulled away from the kiss to give you some time to breathe. you fluttered your eyes back open and waited for him to look up at you.

“i’m-i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have done that, just so randomly. fuck…” rick babbled rapid apologies before a frustrated, shaky sigh escaped from his mouth. without thinking, you cupped his cheek, burning with the embarrassment of his decision, and leaned into him, rewarding him with a kiss of your own; it only seemed fair after he saved your life and your heart in only a matter of seconds. his eyes fluttered shut at your touch as your other hand tangled into his neatly combed hair. you let the feeling of your lips gently pressed together linger for a few seconds before you slowly pulled away. you felt your heart buzzing with excitement but also with relief, now that you knew that he’d been storing feelings for you this entire time. a confident grin appeared on your face as you looked up at him.

“i like you too, grimes.”

-the end. ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

#black reader #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x black reader #twd rick #the walking dead #andrew lincoln #new fanfic

[butchmiles]

Sorry for the early morning rant but ugh we had a rough night last night. Our dishwasher has been broken for quite some time with no communication from the property on when it’ll be fixed or replaced. We’ve had to make time to hand wash dishes on top of us both working 9 hour shifts everyday and our usual daily chores of (vacuuming, taking out the trash, wiping down surfaces with bleach, steam mopping the floors, and up until last night doing laundry). Last night our laundry washer not only crapped out and stopped going through it’s cleaning cycles it also backed up with what looks and smells like sewage water. The smell is so strong it’s making Dean’s existing nasal infection (brought on by the unaddressed mold and ventilation issues in the apartment) even worse. They’re so hoarse they can barely be heard after being up all night coughing. We are at our wits end right now.

We went through the application process for a new apartment that lasted for about 3 months of back and forth. We managed to raise enough money to pay the insane fees to apply to the apartment which were $300 for the applications, administrative fee, and holding fee and and the $1,810 deposit for the guarantor company we had to apply with because we couldn’t raise enough to pay down our credit debt accounts in time. The apartment approved us based on the proof of income given and then radio silence until we happened to check the apartments website and notice the apartment we had paid to apply to and reserve was back on the market. We called them to get an explanation since nothing was communicated to us after the approval. After basically dragging it out of them over the course of another week of back and forth the property manager explained that corporate decided to revoke our approval because Dean works through a staffing agency so they couldn’t take Deans income as valid. An insane concept all things considered. Money is money.

So there we were fully packed and no longer with anywhere to go.

Our lease end was fast approaching and we had no other option but to extend the lease here from the end date of November 2023 to the end date of February 2024 and try to pay off the $11,210 in collections that was dragging our scores down to the point that no apartment would approve our application despite a near perfect rental history (no evictions, lease violations, or even complaints) and at the times of applying perfectly qualifiable and verifiable income based on the 3X rent rule.

Our plan is to try to pay $1,868/month towards this total of debt collections in order to have them cleared and letters of payment available to apply for an apartment that checks every single box we were looking for in a new place. The minimum score requirement for this apartment is 599. We are both about 50 points from that as of today.

Currently our non negotiable expenses per month are as listed

Rent $1,680 (this will increase to $3,025.99 starting November 18th)

Renters insurance $30.50 (required according to the lease. A lapse in coverage results in fees charged by property)

Phone bill $350 (mine, Dean’s work and personal, and my disabled MIL lines)

Light bill $110 (this is with budget billing in place)

Pet insurance $40 (we have a cat for our anxiety)

Food shopping $400 (this includes both human and cat food as well as travel expenses to get to and from an affordable grocery store to do the big shop once a month because we do not have a car or if that option is not feasible then to pay for grocery delivery through Shipt)

Medical expenses $600 (at minimum, sometimes more) (Sertraline x2, Ritalin, Quetiapine, Duloxetine, Labs and blood work, Testosterone, and immunotherapy.)

Toiletries $75 ish (pads, tissue, soap, toothpaste, laundry detergent, dish soap/pods, cleaning suppplies)

Totaling $3,285.50/month (until November when this will increase to $4,631.49)

Currently we are both working full time jobs, no health insurance, no car, no savings.

After taxes we bring in a combined income of $5,050/month and as shown above $3,285 of that is unavoidably spoken for until November to February when $4,631.49 of that will be spoken for.

All this to say that we do not have room to pay off the necessary debt that would allow us to apply to, get approved for, and move into a new apartment within our budget and needs. We would really appreciate any kind of help that could be given. We just really want to be in a place that doesn’t make our already pretty bad health issues even worse. In addition, we want to be able to know that what we are bringing in will be enough to support ourselves without the overwhelming worry of “will we need to crowdfund and borrow this month?” and “will it be enough?”

If you’ve read this far thank you so much and please consider reblogging and sharing this and/or donating!

#m.txt #urgent #trans couple

[transgenderer]

The Goodyear Inflatoplane was an inflatable experimental aircraft made by the Goodyear Aircraft Company, a subsidiary of Goodyear Tire and Rubber Company, well known for the Goodyear blimp. Although it seemed an improbable project, the finished aircraft proved to be capable of meeting its design objectives, although orders were never forthcoming from the military. A total of 12 prototypes were built between 1956 and 1959, and testing continued until 1972, when the project was finally cancelled.

The original concept of an all-fabric inflatable aircraft was based on Taylor McDaniel's inflatable rubber glider experiments in 1931. Designed and built in only 12 weeks, the Goodyear Inflatoplane was built in 1956, with the idea that it could be used by the military as a rescue plane to be dropped in a hardened container behind enemy lines. The 44 cubic ft (1.25 cubic meter) container could also be transported by truck, jeep trailer or aircraft.[1] The inflatable surface of this aircraft was actually a sandwich of two rubber-type materials connected by a mesh of nylon threads, forming an I-beam. When the nylon was exposed to air, it absorbed and repelled water as it stiffened,[clarification needed] giving the aircraft its shape and rigidity. Structural integrity was retained in flight with forced air being continually circulated by the aircraft's motor. This continuous pressure supply enabled the aircraft to have a degree of puncture resilience, the testing of airmat showing that it could be punctured by up to six .30 calibre bullets and retain pressure.[2][3] Goodyear inflatoplane on display at the Smithsonian Institution

There were at least two versions: The GA-468 was a single-seater. It took about five minutes to inflate to about 25 psi (170 kPa); at full size, it was 19 ft 7 in (5.97 m) long, with a 22 ft (6.7 m) wingspan. A pilot would then hand-start the two-stroke cycle,[1] 40 horsepower (30 kW) Nelson engine, and takeoff with a maximum load of 240 pounds (110 kg). On 20 US gallons (76 L) of fuel, the aircraft could fly 390 miles (630 km), with an endurance of 6.5 hours. Maximum speed was 72 miles per hour (116 km/h), with a cruise speed of 60 mph. Later, a 42 horsepower (31 kW) engine was used in the aircraft.

Takeoff from turf was in 250 feet with 575 feet needed to clear a 50-foot obstacle. It landed in 350 feet. Rate of climb was 550 feet per minute. Its service ceiling was estimated at 10,000 ft.

The test program at Goodyear's facilities near Wingfoot Lake, Akron, Ohio showed that the inflation could be accomplished with as little as 8 psi (544 mbar), less than a car tire.[1] The flight test program had a fatal crash when Army aviator Lt. "Pug" Wallace was killed. The aircraft was in a descending turn when one of the control cables under the wing came off the pulley and was wedged in the pulley bracket, locking the stick. The turn tightened until one of the wings folded up over the propeller and was chopped up. With the wings flapping because of loss of air, one of the aluminum wing tip skids hit the pilot in the head, as was clear from marks on his helmet. Wallace was pitched out, over the nose of the aircraft and fell into the shallow lake. His parachute never opened.[4]

To Die For the InflatoPlane

[lettersfromaphrodite]

[18.20]

― pairing : Jeongin x fem! reader ― content warnings : fluff, grease! au - therefore it's the 50's, reader has a corruption kink, Jeongin is a nerd super shy small bean we all must protect, reader was Chris’ fwb ― word count : 2.232

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🕺 GREASE! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix // Jeongin

Jeongin waved goodbye at his girl-friend, right in front of the school gates. He held his books with one arm, and his smile was gentle, happy and wide. His hair was long and wavy; some strands of the bangs fell into his eyes sometimes, reason why his hair was always a little bit ruffled. In addition, his big, round glasses constantly sliding off his nose provided to make him appear even cuter, especially when he fixed them using his index finger – or during classes, with his pen. Damn him and his oversized light blue sweater which made him appear even smaller- «Please, stop.» Jisung’ voice made you snap out of your thoughts. «Mh?» you questioned, turning your head towards him and the others, with dreamy eyes. «Oh no, she’s doing it again.» Seungmin said, quickly getting up from the small cement wall where you all were seated. «Yeah, it’s scary.» Minho answered him, looking anywhere but carefully avoiding meeting your gaze. «What?» you asked, confused, looking at your friends. «What am I doing?» «Listen, doll. You… How can I say that…» Changbin sighed heavily, holding the bridge of his nose between his index and his thumb, closing his eyes as to find the words he needed, while you patiently waited for an answer with furrowed brows. «You’re looking at the poor boy like you want to eat him.» Felix completed his friend’s sentence, and Changbin nodded, silently agreeing with him. «I don’t loo-» «Yes, you do!» somehow, they all managed to say in perfect synchronization, making you gasp in shock, quickly placing a hand on your heart. First of all, how dare they lie like that and most importantly, steal precious time from your “Let’s stare at Jeongin and imagine to taint his soul by fantasies about him whining in pleasure under my control” sessions? «Well, it’s not my fault Jeongin looks like a perfect babyboy.» you licked your lips to emphasize the concept, turning your head to said boy, only to blush faintly as his eyes momentarily locked with yours. “He must have heard these idiots screaming”, you thought. 

«See! She did that again!» Hyunjin exclaimed, holding onto Jisung’s arm as he blowed out a puff of smoke. Jisung chuckled quietly, along with Chris. «I suppose we could go to the library,» Chris smiled teasingly, as he took his car keys from his jacket. «And see if under the name “succubus” there’s a picture of her face.» You restrained from the instinct to throw your backpack at him. «Yo, Mr. Australian mate,» you said, quickly getting up from the wall and slightly patting on your ass to get rid of eventual traces of cement that stuck on the fabric of your jeans. «If we’re going to the library, you’d better fuck me in the history section, or else I’m not interested.» Needless to say, later that afternoon, Chan fucked you in the history section, your back pressed against the shelves and a hand tightly pressed against your mouth.

You absolutely loved your relationship with Stray Kids. Among the group of Pink Ladies, you were the only one who got along with them the most; actually, they basically considered you one of them, more like their Pink. You also really loved your relationship with Chris: the two of you loved each other in a friendly way at the point where you could really hold a friends with benefits relationship without catching feelings for each other. It was purely physical attraction, and the fact that you had many kinks in common made it easier to have fun and release your pent up stress and frustration due to school. Another thing the two of you had in common was, apparently, your corruption kink. Both you and Chris had a massive crush on two of the most pure souls in the college campus. If you had a massive crush on Jeongin, Chris had a huge crush on his cute girl-friend which always hanged around with him. «Look at her,» Chris elbowed you one day, during lunch. «She scrunches her nose when she doesn’t like her food, she’s so cute!» «Look at him,» you answered back immediately. «His sweater is so big he has sweater paws, he’s adorable!» The both of you would spend the majority of your lunches like that, ignoring your friends muttering how weird the two of you actually looked. «You know they’re literally two tables away from ours,» Jisung pointed his fork at you, «and you could literally talk to them, right?» Chris shook his head, and you did the same. «Han, look at me, and then at him,» you sighed loudly, staring at Jeongin, «He’d never want to have anything to do with me» you finally adverted your eyes from the boy, focusing on your food once again. Oh, if only you knew that both Jeongin and his friend actually heard the whole conversation that you and your friends just had, and that they both had a crush on the two of you, too.

«Uhm, sorry! Wait!» you froze in the middle of the hallways, recognizing that voice. You turned around, as slowly as a deer blinded by sudden lights, only to face Jeongin, in all his pureness, standing in front of you. «Y-Yes?» you said, your heart picking up pace just by seeing his cute and embarrassed smile. «Hi, well, you drop-I’m Jeongin!» he greeted, a cute mixture between shy and cheerful, holding his hands out for you to hold, while a faint blush covered his cheeks. You smiled as well, trying not to squeal at the cuteness of his sweater paws, and simply held his hand as you greeted him, introducing yourself as well. «You-You dropped this.» Jeongin said, holding out your keychain. «I thought you’d be sad if you didn’t find it anymore.» he shyly explained, as he placed the small keychain in the palm of your hand. «Thank you, Jeongin. You’re really sweet.» “babyboy”, you mentally added. Jeongin’s cheeks were now a deep shade of red, and you wondered that if you were to kiss his cheek now, you would feel your lips burn due to how undoubtedly warm his skin was. Curiosity had the best of you, and you reached out, pecking Jeongin’s left cheek: his skin was indeed super warm, but also super soft. You could smell the faint scent of shampoo that still lingered on his hair, making you want to ruffle it as well, but you restrained yourself. The transaction between Jeongin’s shocked expression right before erupting into a wide grin was absolutely priceless, and you were more than happy to be the one that caused it. «I’ll see you around then, Jeongin.» you winked at him, before walking away; as soon as you were out of Jeongin’s sight, you excitedly sprinted towards the parking lot, knowing you’d find the boys there, in order to tell them what happened. What you saw as soon as you reached there, however, made you suffocate an even more excited squeal down your throat. Chris was kissing the girl he had a crush on – Jeongin’s friend, as he pushed her against his car, her back turned towards your direction. Fate wanted Chris to open his eyes and meet your gaze, and you instinctively held your thumbs out, silently cheering for him and showing him your support. As quickly as you arrived, you turned on your heels, deciding you would call him later to tell him what happened with Jeongin.

«I can’t believe you finally made it!» you exclaimed, holding your pillow as you watched Chris sit next to you on your couch. «I’m so happy!» Three weeks passed since you saw them in the parking lot, and with everyone’s surprise, Chris and the girl become a couple rather quickly, making you the happiest friend in the world. Needless to say, as soon as you saw them kissing, the both of you instantly interrupted your friends with benefits relationship. «Now, we only need you to settle down with your crush.» Chris shrugged, playing with the zippo lighter in his hands. «I don’t think he likes me.» you sighed, holding your pillow even tighter to your frame. «We finally talk and we sat at together at the library to study together, but,» you plopped back on your bed, staring at the ceiling with a dejected expression. «I’ve slept around a bit too much for him to be interested in me.» Chris’ unexpected laughter interrupted your speech, and you threw your pillow at him, without sparing him a glance. This was your self-pity time; he had no right to laugh at your misery. «Doll, you’re saying this but half an hour ago you told me you’d love to see him tied up to your bedpost,» Chris said, slowly lying next to you as he sustained his weight with his bent elbow and his head on the palm of his head. «Chris, don’t.» you warned. «All needy and whiny, asking for mo-» the squeal that escaped your lips made Chris laugh even more at you, which were now shifting on your bed like a fish out of water. «I want him so much.» you whined, hiding your face in another pillow, «And he’s so cute and funny!» you added. «Chris.» you said, lifting your head to look at your blonde friend, which was looking at you with an amused smile. «I want to have sex with him and hold his hand and date him and taint his pure babyboy essence.» «So?» Chris shrugged. «So,» you mocked his tone. «I’m in danger.» Chris did not answer, but simply rolled his eyes at you, before hitting you with the pillow that you previously threw at him.

Few days later, you spotted Chris and Jeongin sitting on a bench while talking, but you did not give that interaction too much importance.

Neither Chris, his girlfriend and Jeongin showed up at school for a week, no one among your friends knew why. You could have suspicion about why a couple could skip school for a week, but, Jeongin? You and your friends decided to have another extra meeting at the Frosty Palace, so you could have dinner while elaborating new theories. After all, few years ago there had been a mysterious incident revolving around aliens not too far from your hometown, what if they kidnapped the three of them? «Han, what if something happened?» you sat with your back towards the entrance door of the Diner, so you didn’t mind anytime the bell rang, signalling new customers had arrived. «Jeongin doesn’t skip school, he’s-well, he’s Jeongin!» you added, furrowing your brows and nodding to empathise the concept. You did not have time to question why Han’s eyes widened at the point they were basically the size of a pan, when you felt someone sitting next to you on the red leather couch. As you saw an arm snake around your shoulders, you instantly assumed it was Chris, but something was different. Did he change his cologne? «Hi, doll.» Jeongin’s voice said, a little bit too cheerful to sound seductive. “Wait, Jeongin?” you thought, before turning your head at the speed of light. Jeongin was sitting next to you, his arm around your waist, but he looked like a totally different person: his glasses were nowhere to be seen, his hair was nicely brushed back and fixed with grease, he wore a leather jacket and a black shirt, and high waisted jeans. «I-wha-Hi.» you stuttered, eyes locking with Chris, who was standing behind him with a smug grin, affectionately hugging his girlfriend. «Consider this as an early birthday present.» your friend say, winking at you , before sitting with you and the others. «What’s with the new look?» you asked Jeongin as soon as the others started talking about random, uninteresting topics and the two of you could talk. Jeongin smiled, now his hands were resting on his lap as he timidly played with his fingers. «I’ve liked you for a while,» he explained, «I saw Chris and my friend getting together and I asked him for some advice.» You felt your head spin as your breath hitched. Jeongin had a crush on you? Since when? When did the planets align to grant your wish? «I have a crush on you too, but,» you smiled, reaching out to take his hand, intertwining your fingers. «I want it to be clear that I like you regardless of how you look like.» Jeongin’s cheeks flushed red once again, before nodding cutely. «I know.» «Good boy.» you whispered, leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips, before turning your attention on your milkshake. «Do you want to go to my house? So we can hang out?» Jeongin’s question surprised you, making you almost choke on the sip of milkshake you just drank. Without thinking about it twice, you said goodbye to the others in a very rushed way, as you leaded a blushing and giggling Jeongin out of the Frosty Palace by holding his hand. «Have mercy on the poor boy!» Changbin called out, and you glanced back at Jeongin, which shrugged, before winking at you. “This babyboy is going to be the death of me”, you smiled to yourself, as he suddenly  escaped your hold just to drape his hand around your shoulder, kissing your hair as you kept walking.

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[thisishowgalaxiescollide]

You're honestly so close to getting me into nico/jack it isn't even funny anymore 😂

Anyway, if you're willing, give me the final push there and/or your fave fic (if you're reading any). I know I am tempting fate here but... Yolo. 😌 I accept it.

Come, friend, to the dark side. no, seriously, though, they make me ridiculously happy. Like, we don't have to do anything as a fandom because they already do the gay and the loving for us.

I must confess I haven't been reading much lately because work and life have been complicated enough to keep me from doing much more than reblogging a few things here and there. BUT my past self used to read, so I have a few treats for you, <3

1386 fic rec list

Melt the ice, by theaa

Summary:

So, like—was he just not supposed to notice, or—?

So, so, so good!

Caveat Emptor, by Kerfluffle

Summary:

Two months of advance preparation—memorizing detailed building blueprints, stalking specialists on LinkedIn, reading The $12 Million Stuffed Shark—and Nico gets fucked over by his turtleneck. Or, Nico lands himself in hot water after a recon mission goes awry.

Delightful and sweet.

50 Ways to Leave Your Lover, by Kerfluffle

Summary:

Unlike some supernatural disasters, theirs starts ordinary—with a harmless bar bet.

Fluffy, horny and funny. Great characterization.

kiss me on the mouth (set me free), by coastalhighway

Summary:

Headlights as bright as Jack’s should be illegal, probably. Nico locks the door behind him - three twists, one two three - and counts his steps to the car. He gets to twenty-seven and opens the door, and Jack smiles at him, sharp as a razor’s edge. He smells like smoke. “You good, baby?” he says, and Nico wonders if he tastes like smoke, too. Smoke and lies and broken mirrors, a nasally voice whispers in his ear, breath hot on his cheek. You broke the mirror, soothsayer, sweet-talker. Liar, liar. Nico sits down in the passenger seat. “Drive.” Jack doesn’t bother asking questions. He drives.

Gorgeous. Jack calling Nico "baby" has me !!!

deep into that darkness, by countthestars

Summary:

Quinn’s whole thing is talking to the dead, but Jack’s gift is dealing with the living.

Amazing. Quinn needs a nap and jack is a brat. I love him a lot.

Double Play, by dilangley

Summary:

This is minor league baseball, long days in little towns no one’s ever heard of playing games no one will remember once the lights go out.

This one blew my mind and broke my heart simultaneously even though I know nothing about baseball.

sense of expectation, by greenteam

Summary:

“No, no, hear me out on this…” Jack’s mind is running a million miles a minute as he tries to compile his thoughts into something even vaguely coherent. “I don’t have to go out and find someone new to be in family photos who I know I’m gonna turn around and dump the next week. And you get a free invite to the Hollywood wedding of the century.” Nico looks pensive as he lounges back on the sheets. “I think Ellen would give me an invite anyway.” Jack facewashes him for that. (or: 5 +1 plus ones)

Adorable.

won’t believe half the things i see inside my head, by rafting

Summary:

Jack can’t perfectly shift into anyone anyway; he has to concentrate and base his shifts on what he’s seen, what he knows of someone else’s face and body. So he’s never a perfect copy, often missing freckles or getting the hair or eye shades slightly off. He can’t shift his own dick into someone else’s if he’s never seen it, which is what most guys want to know. He thinks he’s got Nico’s face down pretty well. He’s spent enough time looking at it by now. or, the USNTDP is a program designed to help mutant hockey players control their powers, and Jack’s a shapeshifter who is starting to suspect Nico can read his mind.

Very interesting concept.

take the wheel, by greenteam

Summary:

Nico rakes a hand through his hair. “I just worry. That’s my job. You drive, I worry.” “I thought your job was to fix,” Jack says instead of doing something stupid like kissing Nico.

Just !!!

The tag is thriving, though, so I've probably only scratched the surface. I need to get go back and start reading again. One day soon.

#saucerfulofsins #fic rec #1386 #1386 fic rec #these are all probably old by now #if anyone has additional recs send them my way please #nico x jack

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Geneva ‘73 - 50 Years on Lincoln Mark 1, 1973, by Ghia. European luxury marques were making inroads into the US luxury car market with models that were smaller and more agile than their American counterparts. Ghia's proposal, presented at Geneva, was an Americanised version of the first generation Ford Granada. The concept didn't get any further than the show

#Lincoln #Lincoln Mark 1 #Ford #Ford Granada #Ghia #concept #design study #luxury car #1973 #Geneva Motor Show #Geneva 73 #prototype #50 years ago #badge engineering

[unhinged-diaries]

I might be broke but that doesn’t mean I have to be ugly in the mean time.

If I really want to level up and maintain my looks like I say I do I really do have to put in the work. I don’t have the fortune (yet) to pay someone to do my lashes, nails, laser, skincare, teeth whitening, etc; on a recurring basis but what I do have is the understanding of getting a return on your investment.

Example:

(1) I can buy a pack of 18 green juices from pressed for $135 or I could buy a cheese cloth bag and greens every week for less than $50 and make my own juice.

(2) I can buy a Hydrafacial machine from ali baba/express and do my own hydra facials instead of waiting to get $250 for every trip to the medspa.

Same concept goes for micro needling and chemical peels

(3) I could buy a set of quality gel manicure products and learn to do it myself rather than taking $70 out of my already small paycheck to get my nails done.

(4) I can invest in a yag laser machine and laser my own legs and armpits vs dropping $6k on a laser package

(5) I can buy the products that car detailers use and detail my own car interior instead of waiting for them to have a promotion

(6) I can learn to tan myself and create a custom color for my skin tone

(7) I already make my own clothes from my clothing brand

(8) anyone can whiten their teeth it’s nothing special.

I’m leaving my hair to my loctician because I don’t have the energy for that in any capacity.

But yea, I really can do these things myself if I want it bad enough, the question is how bad do I want it.

I’ll be creating blog posts of the things I decide to buy.

#level up #glow up #luxury #entrepreneur #hypergamy #spoiled heaux #scaling business owner

[throwaway-yandere]

*does something to the irminsul tree* wdym?? no one knows who candle anon is--

that aside, more on to this idea but very different(?? random thought entered rn):

time traveller (not by choice) alhaitham hopping from one decade to the next and demon/immortal reader watching all that shit to happen.

alhaitham, pops out of nowhere during 2022:

reader, pausing from doing a tiktok: aww not this bitch again.

literal chaos, idk how to pull this off with yanderes (im no expert) but imagine alhaitham using reader's loneliness to make them emotionally dependent on him + the distance/absence makes the heart yearn for more idk man lol + alhaitham only using reader for his convenience

- 🕯 havent done her assignments yet

Dang, you a Scaramouche kinnie fr fr

Reader: *renegading* aww yee.

Alhaitham: I'd like to remind you about your car's extended warranty–

Reader: What the– you again?! Give it a rest buddy!–

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Okay but fr, idk inuyasha but yandere time traveling!alhaitham is a fun concept with a demon!reader. I'm gonna make sht up since I've never watched the show completely so this is gonna be different from InuYasha

Yan!Alhaitham who made a deal with the demon!reader: he gets time traveling to complete his linguistics thesis about King Deshret while the reader gets to have his "heart".

Alhaitham trusts in his abilities as a scholar, hence, he didn't directly ask a cheat code for an early graduation. Plus, he thinks time traveling is far more useful in the longterm.

You often joked that he should've taken the easy route cause you would've asked him for his fingernails instead– albeit you'd likely draw it out of him in a more torturous and sadistic manner– but it's a lot less permanent than a heart, right?

Alhaitham chuckled.

He found you funny. It should be concerning that the only person that could make him chuckle is a demon, but he had been dubbed a lunatic several times that this fact did not faze him.

You dangled around the roof of his house whenever no one is looking. You'd ask for some daily commodities like apples– but never beans. Sometimes, your requests for the mundane makes him forget that you're not human. Sometimes, the smile you give him makes him slyly cover the blush in his face with a solemn cough.

Sometimes, the way you listen to him talk about his dreams makes him forget that you're only after one thing.

Still, the dire consequence attached when trading your heart away is that you'll become permanently apathetic. He wouldn't be able to feel anything unless he is close to the demon that acquired his heart.

That... And he's technically corrupted by forbidden knowledge.

Yan!Alhaitham completes his thesis, got full marks, and the deal was done. Demon!reader leaves him immediately, cackling as they thank the foolish mortal for even giving them something as vital as his heart.

He couldn't smell flowers anymore.

He couldn't taste food anymore.

He feels sick... But isn't at the same time.

His vision is grey. His tone is dull. His emotional reactions are timed and fake.

But he's efficient.

That's what mattered to him. Efficiency.

At least, it did.

After the archon quests, he decided to take a vacation. He leaves a note, saying something along the lines of "Alhaitham has passed away." in his desk for Kaveh to find before moving on.

He conjures up a portal somewhere 50 years down the line.

Then he felt it.

A heartbeat.

He looked around frantically– Alhaitham hasn't panicked this much in YEARS– his feet immediately scurried to find the source.

Alhaitham stops in his tracks as he saw you smiling at Aether, holding a bouquet of white roses with you. Of course, he expected to see the traveler alive and well for they've always been immortal– but what left him gawking was the glint in his hand.

The metallic glint on both of your ring fingers.

Alhaitham shook from where he stood.

King Deshret's voice echoed through his mind.

"The heart has its reasons which reason knows not."

and you'll find out soon what his recaptured emotions will flood back.

#ansytea-talks #🕯️ anon #yandere alhaitham #yandere genshin #yandere al haitham