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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months

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AITA for correcting my niblings without my brother's input?

I had a massive falling out with my family when I was a teenager. I was into goth/edgy/horror culture and true crime before it was accepted by the mainstream, plus my parents were older when they had us and we lived on a farm. They needed my brother and me to keep the farm going, and I decided to pursue college instead. At some point after this they sold/lost their farm, but I do not know when, which fueled their resentment. At their request I did not speak to them until 2021, when my brother found me on Facebook to tell me my parents both died of covid and we held a Zoom funeral. After that he moved several states over to be closer to me so we could work on reconciliation and forgiving me for the farm incident.

So now I (45f) babysit his (44m) two youngest children (10m, 8f) for free, and have been since 2021. Initially he had full custody as his ex wife did not have a job or any job experience when they divorced (before we reconciled) but she now has a full time job so they share custody currently, although she is in our home state, so they decided the kids should go to school there still and spend holidays and summers with him. I am currently an art professor at a local university and for summer semester I only have morning classes and he works afternoons, so it works out.

Last week, his youngest asked me; "OP, how come you lie so much?" Her brother tried to shush her but I asked for clarification. Her brother told her she wasn't supposed to tell me, but she did anyway, and then he also chimed in to confirm. Turns out, whenever I told his kids about any vacations to other countries I took, he said I was making it up to sound important. When I told them I went to medical school, he said I was lying and was a glorified art teacher and only went to community college. I have a serious boyfriend who I have mentioned, although I do not spend time with him while babysitting per the mother's request not to have any adult with her children before meeting them and giving the okay, and so my brother insists I made him up.

I was very hurt, and so I showed them pictures, diplomas, videos, etc proving I was not lying. It is true I got into a community college near our home town on an art scholarship and an FHA grant, but I was able to skip generals due to advanced courses I was taking in high school. I quickly got interested in the medical field and was able to transfer to a medical school on several scholarships and obviously loans. I became a pediatric oncologist and was happy with that until my later thirties. I had kept art as a hobby but eventually realized I wanted to do more with it. I retired from pediatric oncology and then became an art professor five years ago. When I was a doctor, I met my current boyfriend (46m) who is a trauma surgeon. Starting in my late twenties, until covid, I was able to travel throughout the US and even to many foreign countries, sometimes for work, sometimes for vacation. There was no way for him to know this as we were not in contact, but I was very hurt that instead of believing me, he has been telling his kids I'm a liar for the past two years. So yes I did show them the photos and videos specifically because I was hurt.

The following day my brother called me and shouted at me, angry I had deliberately contradicted him. He was angry enough he was shouting at me. He has been dragging this on through text for the past few days. His ex wife also contacted me, asking for my version of events, as apparently their children called her crying about the situation. I told her exactly what I said here. He called me not an hour later screaming. Unbeknownst to me, she has been trying to get full custody of the children and he's convinced that this situation will get his kids taken from him, something he has a fear of due to the fact he has two adult children from a previous marriage who went no contact when they both turned 18. He insists that his ex wife turned them against him, and now he is terrified it will happen again. I was not aware of this until recently, nor did I think this would cause an issue with his custody. It has been very awkward babysitting his kids, as they have been very quiet since this whole thing happened. I don't have kids myself, nor have I been divorced, so I don't understand parenting or divorce etiquette, but I am still very hurt and even angry with him for calling me a liar to his children. Before I make any further decisions regarding an apology, I wanted to get advice as to whether I am the asshole for not bringing it up with him before showing his kids evidence that I did, in fact, do those things, and if so, how I can rectify this appropriately.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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follows-the-bees · 4 months

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I've talked about it before but the use of Spaghetti Western shots primarily on Izzy in season one and then with the eye closeup on Kraken-era Blackbeard is such a loud choice.

These type of shots are used during standoffs and with the "bad guys."

Izzy, Fang, and Ivan's introduction: How in every shot Izzy is in front, with the duo flanking him. How the camera zoom in and plays western music. The choice of their dark clothing versus Stede and co's light clothing.

How Izzy talks like a Shakespearean villain, immediately drawing you in, while Stede fumbles his way to beating Izzy (not for the first time) and we see just how much Stede's crew is out of their depth in the classic pirate sense, yet in their own way perfectly adequate. And this and the combination of Izzy's lies to Ed just fuel Ed's obsession of Stede.

The shot through Stede's legs when they start their fuckery, get their men back, also reveals the power dynamic, the trio still in the villain shot and Stede in the hero one. We already know just from this dynamic that Stede is going to win.

The closeup in Kraken-era Blackbeard. He is just going through the motions, it's just another Tuesday, another raid. And we see how dead his eyes are; how devoid of life they were in the past. Instead, as he states during this scene, he's the devil; he's full on embracing the picture of himself in Ed's book with nine guns and even using the term "devil pyrate." The standoff is between him and himself, while being framed as the wedding they attack.

I am obsessed that only Izzy and Kraken-era Blackbeard are shot this way. Cause it shows and tells you exactly how you are supposed to feel about them using old camerawork techniques and cues.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #stede bonnet #ofmd stede #ofmd edward teach #kracken era blackbeard #izzy hands #ofmd izzy #ofmd meta #meta analysis #spaghetti western #cinematography #camerawork analysis

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hedgehog-moss · 1 year

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The girls have arrived!!

I received an email from the goldfish-delivering company that had “how to take care of your mogwai” vibes, with recommendations I was expecting like “don’t feed the fish for the first three days” but also some I wasn’t expecting at all, such as “don’t make eye contact with aggressive fish”:

If you zoom in on the picture above, you can see it’s already too late.

I decided to follow the timeless human tradition of ignoring things I don’t understand, and moved on to phase 2: poking tiny holes in the bags of fish and letting them float around on the water of their new tank until water temperatures and pH became even. In the meantime I had a mystery on my hands: in addition to the two bags of fish I had ordered, the parcel contained another, smaller bag full of some unknown liquid.

The paper inside is just a page torn off a catalogue, there were no indications as to what this little bag was for and I was puzzled. My first thought was that it contained some kind of big name fish that needed to travel alone—or maybe the aggressive fish that you shouldn’t make eye contact with? An aquatic Pyrgus. But then I opened the bag and it only contained a clear water-like liquid; no fish.

My second thought was that the liquid was a goldfish tonic that I should pour into the tank to help the fish adjust to their new environment. I called the goldfish-delivering company just to make sure, and the man I had on the phone was like “Oh I’ve never been asked this question before! The little bag just contains a block of ice to keep the fish cool during delivery. If there’s still some ice in there you can put it in your apéritif this evening.” I felt pretty silly, but he sounded happy to answer a silly question about ice instead of having someone call to say “some of my fish died during delivery.”

(I shared my initial hypothesis with him—that the little bag contained the fish in chief who travelled alone in its own VIP vehicle—and he said “Vous avez été chercher loin !” (you’ve thought about this a lot!) and I said “no that was my first theory” and he was like “how was it your first theory”)

Anyway—the fish had now floated long enough and were ready to be scooped out! Their travel water was pretty dirty and the bags pretty cramped, I bet they’re enjoying their 1000L tank with water lovingly filtered by my hardworking vegetables.

Here they are exploring the place! You can see the plants’ roots dipping into the water from each tower (explanation in this post in case you’ve missed it) so they have quite a lot of underwater greenery to play with or munch on. I hope they acclimatise well and enjoy their mutually-enriching relationship with my greenhouse plants :)

#crawling along #i'm delighted to have fish #i had a friend who was into aquaponics a few years ago and who told me about it #and i thought it sounded super interesting and ended up taking a week-long course with an aquaponics association to learn the basics #i've been re-reading my notes a lot lately i feel like i forgot everything from this course #i still lived in paris when i took it and had no idea if i would ever have the opportunity to put this into practice #but it was just a cool thing to learn about!

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20dollarlolita · 2 years

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Quick reminder that you're allowed to have fun.

Back when I cosplayed, I put a ton of effort into cosplays. I did a ton of research, fabric sourcing, learning new construction techniques, trying to get everything to look good and be the perfect thing that I wanted it to be. I wanted to win awards. I wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was.

I got into cosplay because I was in a Twilight cosplay group. We would get together, to go Ross Dress for Less, buy new outfits, get together, go to the park or to the mall, and pretend to be vampires. One of the people in the group had a camera and took pictures, and that was what we did. We didn't make any really good cosplays or any really good photos, but I had so much fun going into the park in the rain wearing a sleeveless dress and pretending that I wasn't freezing, while our Bella cosplayer got to be the only person in a jacket and had to pretend she was miserable.

We weren't a good cosplay group, objectively speaking. We never won awards. We weren't interviewed by blogs. We weren't ever the group that everyone wanted to take pictures of at the convention. I got into doing more cosplay, but a lot of people in that group didn't cosplay outside of that group. A lot of them never cosplayed again, once we all went to college and stopped going to the mall and taking tons of pictures in the food court.

(For everyone who wants to imagine this, this was 2008 and cell phones didn't have cameras that could be dumped onto your computer, so there was several high schoolers pretending to be vampires and one person with a full DSLR with a 300mm zoom lens following them around like the whole grous wasn't a total ball of chaos).

And, you know what? We had fun. It's okay to do things just because it's fun.

With so many professionals posting information on the internet about how they do their craft, it's an amazing time to get into a lot of hobbies. Instead of hoarding information, a ton of hobbyists and professionals alike share their work and techniques and tools freely online. Anyone who wants to can learn how to use the same tools and do the same techniques. I applaud every professional who is taking the time to make resources so that new people can learn how to do things and join in their profession or hobby. Everyone who makes a roller skate tutorial on instagram, everyone who makes an instructable on using a soldering iron, everyone who posted a tiktok about the best way to melt cheese over rice, all those long and pretentious youtube videos about picking the best whiskey to go with the best cigars, videos explaining the bizarreness of Edwardian table manners, you all are amazing. You're sharing this information and enabling new people to learn about something that's important to you. This is really cool. I love you.

But, to everyone who is consuming this media that has been created, and find it intimidating, you're not alone. Someone with a functioning studio who is doing a makeup tutorial in a 4K camera with a high quality ring light and a $89 foundation brush, even sharing their technique freely, can make you feel like you won't have good makeup skills until you also have a ring light and a nice brush. You wanted to build a model of an airplane and looked up a tutorial, and this guy makes it look really easy but he has a double-action airbrush and a fume hood, so you feel like you're not ready to make this model because you don't have the right gear.

I know that this intimidation factor is not something that content creators making tutorials want to be there. I make tutorials and I don't want to intimidate people with a big list of tools and techniques, but I'm sure there's people who wanted to get into lolita fashion and found that my blog was more intimidating than helpful.

So I'm not here to tell content creators to stop making tutorials. The open sharing of information is one of the coolest things about the internet, and I don't want that to change.

But I do want to say something to the person who has watched 160 cake decorating videos in the past week and wanting to try it themselves. I want to say that to someone who has gone through 18 years of jfashion blog archives and wants to build an EGL coordinate. I want to say something to people who've built up an elaborate fictional world and amazing characters in their heads and who wants to share it with someone.

It's okay to do a thing without getting into the hobby. You're allowed to make one cake and decide that it's not for you. You're allowed to take the face off a Monster High doll and not like the process of putting on a new one. You're allowed to assemble one EGL outfit and not want to make a full closet of pieces. You're allowed to write down your story and give it to a friend without ever submitting it to a publisher. You're allowed to paint your DND minis with Apple Barrel acrylics and toothpicks. You're allowed to put on your eyeshadow with the little sponge stick that comes with the $9 palette you got at CVS.

Getting into wood carving is cool, but carving one spoon and then never picking it back up again isn't a failure at getting into a hobby. You made a spoon! That's so cool! You didn't fail to make a spoon just because you didn't make a second one. Building one coordinate and wearing it over and over for conventions and photoshoots isn't a failure to wear the fashion, even if you don't make a whole wardrobe with multiple looks. You can buy a $12 guitar at a yard sale and just play Wonderwall on it on Omegle and have more fun than someone who is dedicated to learning a full set and play professionally in front of people. You can knit a single scarf, hammer together a single planter box, DM a single session of D&D, and then not do it ever again. That's creation, not failure.

And you don't need to research everything and follow tutorials and get it right. You're allowed to experiment and have fun and do it wrong, and you're allowed to guess about the right way to do something. You're allowed to bring your outside perspective into something and try a technique. You're allowed to take experience you have from something and try to cross-apply it to something else. That's two of the ways that new techniques are made! And you're allowed to do something and not like it! You're allowed to do it wrong! You're allowed to give up halfway through and say you'll finish it later, and then never finish it later! You're allowed to bullshit your way through things.

You're allowed to not be serious about things. Throwing a Bridgerton party is probably really fun, but so it putting on cardboard top hats from the dollar store while holding shot glasses over your eyes like monocles and shouting "GOOOOOOOD HEEAAAAAVENS, LAAAAARYYYY," in an exaggerated tone while everyone drinks Old Crow and vows to never buy Swisher Sweets ever again. You're allowed to do things that objectively aren't good, don't showcase skills, don't create something impressive. You're allowed to do these things because they're fun, or because you think they might be fun.

Maybe you like it. Maybe you don't. But you don't need to commit to doing things like the professionals in order to find legitimacy in a thing you attempt. Your attempt is legitimate. Go try the thing.

And if you don't like it, your attempt was still legitimate. Good job trying the thing.

#for those of you who were too young to remember #there was a period of time where cell phones had cameras but you couldn't get the pictures off the phone and onto your computer #verizon would charge you 25 cents per picture to email a picture to your computer #kids these days don't know how lucky they are #also don't start smoking cigars just because it looks cool on youtube #haven't you all seen pinochio and shit?#alcohol cw #tobacco cw #20dollarlolita pep talks

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whitevelvet-ly · 1 year

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polaroid pictures

PAIRINGS: aether x reader, kaeya x reader, venti x reader, scaramouche x reader

HEADS UP: gn!reader, romantic, slight crack, probably a modern au unless you imagine the pictures were taken from kameras instead, headcanons

A/N: I'm running out of ideas HAHAHAHA

SUMMARY: the types of pictures he takes of you.

AETHER

⇒ this man takes the most breathtaking, jaw-dropping, gorgeous, awe-inspiring, eye-widening, and spectacular pictures of you. ever.

⇒ every photographer on teyvat be jealous rn /j

⇒ aether thinks you're very beautiful, and his photos reflect that perfectly

⇒ he'll often take pictures of you even when you notice

⇒ if you tease him about it he'll start becoming shy but smile and still do it

⇒ even though you notice sometimes, he prefers it if the photo is natural

⇒ his photographs usually consist of you walking around, staring off into the distance, or smiling and laughing

⇒ will he show them to you? yes; if you ask

⇒ so yes, basically he's your paparazzi

KAEYA ALBERICH

⇒ kaeya doesn't take as much pictures as aether does.

⇒ he still has pics of you though

⇒ you know what his gallery shows? ugly candid photos of you

⇒ but he listens to your begging and doesn't show anyone HAHA

⇒ don't worry though, he doesn't just have those photos

⇒ almost a third of his gallery are those kinds of photos, but he also has nicer photos of you in the rest

⇒ mostly consists of you talking to someone, reading books at a library, bird-watching, and all the little things

⇒ he uses those pictures to show you off hehe

⇒ will he show them to you? yes, but the goofy photos only 🤭 but if you mention the other photos he'll show them to you

VENTI

⇒ I think you already know what venti's pictures of you look like

⇒ gallery is full of zoomed in pics of you

⇒ menace

⇒ takes a photo of you even when you lunge at him 😁

⇒ if you have a resting b face, he will zoom into your face and take a picture 24/7

⇒ he will take every chance to take goofy pics of you

⇒ has a bunch to show you

⇒ as compensation he also takes pics of himself and shows them to you

⇒ does bird eye views on top of his forehead and below his chin

him:

⇒ will he show the pics he took of you? definitely, even out of nowhere

⇒ anyway, so my point is: a goofy man takes goofy photos

SCARAMOUCHE / WANDERER

⇒ no.

⇒ scaramouche will never take photos of you

⇒ that's what he says

⇒ his gallery is actually sprinkled with lots of pretty pictures of you here and there

⇒ it's like a hobby for him to take photos of you without you looking

⇒ but if find you out that he does have photographs of you he has stupid pics just in case

⇒ will he show you the pics? no. absolutely not. shan't.

⇒ when you try to get a glimpse of his gallery he will punch you so don't even try /j

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bylerspookie · 10 months

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I have so many questions

How did El recognize Will in the picture when she had literally never met him?

Why is it that Vecna absolutely does not want to kill Will, when Barb is in the UD, she immediately dies, whilst Will survives for a full 2 weeks

And we know the demogorgan is 'hungry for blood', but Will was not bleeding, even Hopper says to Joyce that there was no blood on his bike

Will says to Owens that 'the evil' wants to 'kill', not him, but everybody else

also, how the hell did Will know to sing his favourite song, and how the hell did he know how to communicate through Joyce with the lights? (*cough* flickergate)

why is Mike late for something in the opening of every season? it's almost as if time is running out (for him)

and how the hell did Will manage to talk to Joyce through the wall, we haven't seen anyone do that besides El lmao, the Hawkins crew had to go to through one of the gates in order to go to the upside down, Will didn't go through any gate lol??

also, we know that something took Will, suspiciously, it cuts to the light shining instead of letting us see what actually happens

but how did Will manage to hide?

we know Will is good at hiding, but nobody can outrun a demogorgan, they immediately kill

it's just a bit strange, ykwim?

it's a bit weird because when upside down, they're just taken there and killed, but something different happened with Will, was it Vecna who like, gently coerced him into hiding in castle byers? lmao, that doesn't sound like something that would happen

and ALSO ALSO

Yk how I said it's suspicious that the camera just zooms into the light, and then the next shot we see that Will is just, gone

he just disappeared into thin air

well

the same thing happens to Barb!! except, well Barb immediately dies

yk what I'm talking about right? when Jonathan is taking pictures, we see Barb, we see the blood droplets in the pool, and then we see Jonathan get distracted, and when he looks back into the direction of the pool, she's just not there

we've never, never seen someone just disappear like that, as far as I know

the only way we see people physically in the UD is when they actually go through the gate, otherwise their body is still in the real world, like Chrissy and Max, and even Will in season 2

it's just weird to me that this happens twice, except the fact that Will doesn't die and Barb does almost immediately

anyway this is sooooo random but thoughts were just running through my brain and I needed to write them down lol

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crows-of-buckets · 10 months

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I have a theory about Neuvillette

Okay this screenshot doesn't show it very well, but in this scene as Neuvillette is walking down the hall the light catches on his face in a way that reflects prison bars

And when Clorinde walks past here, practically following directly in Neuvillette's footsteps, the light doesn't shine on her in the same way. Instead she stays cast in darkness.

So I have a theory that, for some reason, Neuvillette may end up imprisoned? Sure it may just be a coincidence, but hoyoverse rarely does coincidence tbh.

Besides, there's also this:

When Focalors is complaining about wanting to see a real twist, she holds up a burning picture which directly frames Neuvillette. This could imply that he was possibly framed for something?

I'm also wondering if the light in the hallways represents learning of something, as he goes from shadow to light. Perhaps he unearths something that Focalors doesn't want unearthed, which could be what lands him in jail.

Idk Neuvillette is really suspicious to me. I'm also wondering if he's possibly connected to khaenriah. Like for example

If you zoom in on his eyes here, his pupils look very sharp, almost cat like. They aren't exactly a khaenrian star, but he may only be part khaenrian

Here's kaeyas eye, where his star is much fainter than other khaenrians we've seen, implying kaeya MAY be part khaenrian instead of a full khaenrian

This is Neuvillette's eye (sorry it's so small I couldn't get it any bigger) I sharpened it a bit and it looks very similar to Kaeya's eye. The star isn't nearly as prominent as kaeyas, but it's still kinda similar

Also, Neuvillette's silhouette looks oddly similar to an abyss herald? This one is a bit of a stretch I won't lie, but I saw someone else point it out and it would make so much sense for him to be inspired by abyss heralds design, since kaeya, the only playable khaenrian character as of right now, shares similarities in his design with abyss mages.

Idk, I'm almost certain that Fontaine is going to have ties to Khaenriah, especially with how many times sinners and sin was mentioned in the preview. Along with all the khaenriah teasing we got in sumeru, id be really surprised if Fontaine didn't have anything to do with Khaenriah.

There's ALSO the fact that people speculate that Celestia is directly overhead of Fontaine. Fontaine and Khaenriah seem to be pretty similar in some ways, as they're both countries that push mechanical innovation (based on the machines we saw at the end of the 3.8 Livestream as well as the way other characters have referred to fontaine in the past- think Mikage Furnace). From what's generally told, Khaenriah was destroyed because of its danger as a technologically advanced society (I think that's bullshit and have my own theories as well), so it would make sense for Celestia to keep an eye on Fontaine. And idk having the head judge be part khaenrian would definitely push the similarities between the two nations.

Idk I'm very excited about Fontaine it looks so good :3. Arlecchino, Writhosley and Clorinde are all so cool and I want to try to get all of them. I also kinda want Neuvillette but it depends tbh rn I'm really wanting those three.

#Genshin Impact #neuvillette #focalors #Khaenriah #Fontaine #Fontaine teaser

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the-witty-pen-name · 2 years

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Edward Nashton (The Batman) x F!Reader

18+ ONLY

College AU

Warnings: Stalking & other creepy behavior, Manipulation, Incel/Misogynistic Mindset, Alcohol and other substances, Descriptions of Smut and Masturbation, Cursing

As usual, this is unedited and if there are any tags or warnings I may have forgotten to include, please let me know.

THIS IS AN 18+ STORY WITH DARK THEMES, PAY ATTENTION TO WARNINGS AND MINORS DNI

You’re so sweet. Soft and warm, and everything that just clouds his focus. He’s memorized every curve, and the natural sway when you walk into a room. It’s like sunshine when you smile, and he notices the way they gravitate towards you. Of course they do, they all do. He’s not naive enough to believe he’s not the only one who wants to be near you. It’s effortless, the way people are drawn to you. But it’s in vain, every time, polite rejections that leave people somehow liking you more. You’re loyal, such a good girl for him, because you know you’re his.

His first impression of you was stereotypical. He pegged you to be another daft popular girl who has clawed her way to the top of the social ladder. Superficial and dumb, being able to use your looks for everything. His observations of people and their trends led him to assume, which he regrets. Somehow, you break the mold, everything he’s observed about social hierarchy out the window. It’s infuriating at first, because you’re just so nice- like god just made you out of a small piece of heaven. Fuck, and you’re so smart.

The first time you interrupted the professor in lecture to correct him (politely, of course- a sweetheart) he thought it was puzzling. You were puzzling. A challenge to figure out, to open up slowly and unravel. It started out innocently, just the sheer curiosity gnawing at him. You were a mystery, and he needed to satisfy that curiosity that was becoming more and more bothersome.

It’s easy to find your full name on the professor’s class roster, all he needed to do was pretend to have questions during office hours. The dimwit goes to get coffee and he’s able to sneak a peak at the list without disrupting anything on the desk. It goes perfectly. And one search on Instagram takes him to your page easily. Except it’s a good damn book dedicated Instagram. Irritating, honestly, but he applauds you for keeping your actual account private, which is the second account in the list of suggestions. It’s dumb that you can’t zoom in on profile pictures.

For now, he settled on lurking at the bookstagram, as you called it in the bio. Cute. That night at home instead of working on his other projects, he stayed up reading each of the long captions you’d written out reviewing each book you had read. Some of them he recognized as ones that were very popular, others were classics, some graphic novels, it was a rather eclectic mix of genres. He liked that. No non-fiction though, he made note. Interesting. He can’t blame you for that.

Once he worked his way through your page, he ends up ordering a few of the titles on Amazon. He’d usually opt for the library, which he used for some other titles you said you liked that he placed holds for. But to get started sooner, the two day shipping was a godsend. He figured he’d have one with him in class, keep it on his desk, carry it around campus with the cover outward, an attempt to catch your eye. Strike up a conversation, figure out something else about you.

He also found himself wanting to read some of these just because of how your posts made them sound. However, his main motive was to use them as a prop in an attempt to have an excuse to talk to you. He would lure you in to him, so he doesn’t have to go out of his way. It’s more natural this way. You’re the social butterfly, fluttering around being outgoing and sociable while he was the quiet one. The mysterious, reserved one. It makes more sense for you to reach out to start that first important conversation than him. And with a copy of a book you rated five stars in hand, he thinks it will work out just as he would like to.

He’d document your schedule as close as he could manage. Observe your daily routine, where you go, when. That way he can plan where he can run into you. Running to the campus coffee cart between classes for you to see him casually reading Madeline Miller or James Joyce or Ottessa Moshfegh or Fredrik Backman something else you’ve read that’s just popular enough to not make you suspicious.

Edward is very good at being invisible. It’s not even something he needs to try at. He’s gone his whole life being naturally ignored, dismissible. He can hide in plain sight as he marks down the time in his journal when you are leaving your third and last class of the day. He sits at the picnic benches outside the dining hall that are on the far side of the quad. From here, he can see almost all of the main campus. It also helps most of the building are comprised of large windows. He can watch you in your dorm building, right up to your floor until you disappear behind your door.

It’s up to him to imagine the rest of your routine as he walks back to his own dorm. The things you do when your doors are closed and you realize you’re alone again, your roommate spending the night with that quarterback boyfriend of hers.

He imagines everything. The way your backpack thuds and how you kick off your sneakers and leave them haphazard on the floor by the door. Your bra off in one fluid motion and tossed into your hamper without even having to look to see if it went in. You sit at your desk, and feed the pet fish you aren’t supposed to have. Naughty girl. You get started on your work right away. Getting the tedious chore out of the way so you can surrender yourself to your bed. Most people just give in to that temptation right away. Not you. You opt to sit incorrectly in your chair, and change from one obscure position after the other (that’s why your back hurts by the way, darling) until you’ve written your last discussion post and submitted the last paper. Then, you enjoy yourself. He imagines you might love your routines. He can put himself right there on the bed, paperback book folded in his hands that is ignored, because he’s so focused on you.

You’re someone whose routine involves a lot of walking back and forth. From the bathroom, to your dresser, to the bathroom again, to your vanity, to your closet, until you’ve successfully paced around the room enough times to spark the carpet. He’ll tease you, his own routine more carefully constructed and requires much less products- although he can imagine himself adding more once you share with him the things he should be doing.

You’ll walk around in your favorite little pair of pajama shorts- or better yet you might steal his boxers to sleep in. Paired with his shirt, and he’s enraptured with the way your chest strains the material. He thinks you’d look really cute with the towel wrapped around your hair fresh out of the shower, walking around the room brushing your teeth desperately looking for something that is never in the right place. Then the towel strewn over your desk chair and he watches intently as you care for your hair. And the way you apply lotion head to toe, and the way the sweet scent of it fills the whole room. You’d get shy when you finally notice he’s been looking at you. It’s so fucking cute. He can hardly stand not holding you when you look at him that way.

He’s probably screwed himself, not thinking about the side effects of using a scented lotion until after he’s finished, but he can’t even find it in him to care right now. His heavy breaths fill his room, and he needs to clean himself up. It’ll be fine. It was worth it, he thinks, to have something that smells like you to allow him to slip into his little fantasy. His whole room smells of strawberry and brown sugar, and he just wallows in the way the empty feeling in his stomach just makes him yearn for you. That time it all felt too fucking real.

His mind almost scares him, how the imagines he conjures up can become like memories. He knows they are a figment of his imagination, but sometimes that line between his false memories and his much more depressing reality becomes more and more blurred the more he dreams of you.

It finally happens the next time he’s outside having his lunch. He’s sitting under a tree in the quad, occasionally taking bites of his sandwich but the book he’s reading is taking up the majority of his attention. He’s gotten lost in the pages, and he doesn’t even remember the rest of the world exists until a shadow steps in front of the sun, blocking the light from hitting the pages he was engrossed in.

“I loved that book,” a voice says. He can hear the smile in your tone. You’re actually acknowledging his existence. He needs to give himself a pep talk before he can even bear to look up and face you.

“I o-only just started,” he says sheepishly, looking down- adamant on staring at a blade of grass in front of him.

“Cool,” you reply, “You need to tell me what you think of it, okay? See ya, Eddie.”

Eddie? No one in his life has ever called him Eddie. He detested being called Eddie until this exact moment. He hated the nickname, always thinking it was childish and demeaning. But not when you say it. It’s so sincere, and so nice the way the syllables fall off your lips. Just you. You are the exception to his disdain for it. He’ll be Eddie for you- your Eddie. Loyal, devoted, head over heels for only you Eddie.

He thinks about all the ways he wants to hear you call him that. In-between laughs, slapping his arm playfully when one of his jokes makes you laugh. A lighthearted chastising, your head tilted in skepticism as he tells you about all the elaborate plans he’s made for the future. A choked sobbed in surprise and excitement when he gets down on one knee. A breathy, whispered moan in his ear when he’s fucking you gently, pulling you apart, or a scream out in ecstasy when you’re begging him to let you cum- shit. He places the book on his lap, and pretends to check his phone while he waits for when he can get up. He groans at how painful it is, to not be able to have you now like how he wants.

It’s not like he makes it a habit to follow you. Sometimes, it’s a pleasant surprise when it happens all on it’s own. However, more often than not, it’s not up to chance. It’s a calculated, meticulous plan to execute the ideal rom com meet cute. You deserve that. The movie perfect romance where he, the right guy, magically is ushered in under quirky circumstances and somehow the meetings turn into feelings.

This is too Pretty in Pink, the god awful frat party in this huge house on campus. He still can’t believe he got in. But as luck would have it, roommate’s quarterback boyfriend needed a few passing assignments to keep from failing Calculus. And with that, Edward Nashton has somehow managed to score an invite to the biggest Halloween party of the semester- and of course, you’d be one of the many attendees. However, you don’t need an invite. You’re expected. These are your friends and you run in their circles. Also, any girl who shows up on this doorstep tonight is going to get in without a fret- no invite or name drop needed. He on the other hand needs to convince the two surly guys at the door he got an invite from their surly friend and after a while of back and forth they reluctantly let him in.

He’s elbow to elbow with tons of sweaty, gyrating strangers as he tries his best to navigate the house. The stairs, the hallways, every room is packed and the flashing lights also obscure his vision. There’s a deejay in the common room, the speakers blasting electronic music are making the floor vibrate. He is so out of his element, but he’s here for you. Because he’s a good boyfriend to you, and he goes places he doesn’t like but that makes you happy.

He’ll gladly hold your bags when you go shopping. He’ll think about everything you find important. Color, texture, finding the perfect things… he will wander with you for hours until you’re happy. He’ll absolve any worry. He will never tell you the rather poor shape of his finances at the moment, but it’s not important. Anything you want, he’ll let you just charge his card. You’re worth it.

Book stores. He knows how often you frequent them from the time you spend together, and the library- based on the barcodes on the pictures you post on your Instagram. He’s even got your card number memorized. He’ll bring you there, find a corner and just read together. You seem to be more into contemporaries, it will be a good balance. He tends to favor more classics himself but he’ll appease you and let you tell him about whatever book you just read- cover to cover, fuck spoilers. He just wants to watch the way talking about it excites you.

He hangs back, just resting his back against the wall. He still hasn’t seen you yet, but he’s content to wait, you too have all night. He watches as people dance and try to yell over the music. The flashes from cameras make his eyes hurt. He’s never observed a more self-absorbed crowd. They chug down whatever mystery concoction they have in their red cups and he hopes that you know better than to trust whatever is in there.

There’s puffs of smoke from a girl in leather pants and basically a top that might as well be a bra as she passes around a joint for her and her friends to share. It stinks up the whole house, and he just knows he’s going to reek of it. He looks down at his phone, trying to pretend he’s doing something. Anything to make himself look indifferent and not at all desperate and out of place. He’s not sure how well he’s doing.

You’re holding a can of something. You’re a smart girl to choose something here where you can break the seal yourself. You hold it in a way where your palm covers the open top as you let your friend weave the two of you through the crowd, giggling amongst yourselves. You look radiant when you’re like this. Happy and carefree from letting just a little bit of your inhibitions down. You work so hard, you deserve a little bit of fun. He just wished it wouldn’t be places like this. He doesn’t understand how everyone here can just keep to themselves when just you passing through the room disrupts the atmosphere. You smell like peach body mist, and it just hits him back against the wall when it wafts by him.

“Hi Eddie,” you giggle as your friend drags you past. You offer him a friendly smile, and hold up your High Noon as a wave he thinks. Either way, he couldn’t care less. You look so beautiful, and you smiled at him. You’re happy because of him. You’re happy he’s here. His chest puffs up slightly in pride, and he can feel himself naturally stand up a little bit straighter.

“I finished the book,” he calls after you, instinctively reaching into the inner pocket of his coat to take out his copy- to give you his annotated copy. By some miracle, you hear him. He can see your eyes light up, and you signal to your friend to go on without you.

“Did you like it?” you ask excitedly, shouting over the music, leaning in closer to hear him. His breath catches in his throat and he’s not sure he can muster up enough air to answer. He finally manages out a yes, and you look confused- clear you can’t hear him. “Let’s go outside!” you say over the music and point towards the kitchen. He gulps and nods, following your lead.

Crowds just seem to naturally part for you, and your presence is met with hellos and other greetings. You smile, and acknowledge each person who acknowledges you and you just make it look so effortless. He trails behind you closely, trying hard to not stare. You push open the back screen door, and there’s a small back porch. You’ve clearly been here before. He wonders what has brought you back here. A fight, a messy breakup, just needing air, or maybe it’s the stress you must feel being so obligated to make appearances. Either way, it’s a special place, and he’s so honored you’re sharing it with him.

“Much better,” you note, the sounds of the party muffled. “So you liked it?”

“Y-yeah,” he fumbles trying to take the copy out of his coat. He somehow manages to hand it over to you. “I uh, thought you’d want to look through my notes.”

“Cool,” you smile, “Definitely. Thanks.” You tuck it under your armpit, opting to give him your full attention. “What was your favorite part? Ah, none of my other friends are readers and I’m desperate to talk to someone about it!”

His brain short circuits when you say the words ‘I’m desperate’ out loud and he pretends to clear his throat. You also said ‘my other friends’ which clearly implies Eddie is a friend. That’s it? That’s okay, he tells himself. Good girls like you go slow, and he knows that you’re worth it.

“I really loved- uh, I underlined it,” he begins, and gestures to the book. You hand it over and he mumbles a small thanks, pushing his glasses up. He flips through the tabbed pages, and searches until he finds the right page.

“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd – The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”

He looks up, and the way you are looking at him has him convinced you know. You know that quote pulled every single thought that he ever thought of you and put it there in black and white. The way he feels the tension between the two of you rise as a silent lull clouds gently over the two of you- like you’re the only two people here. Every painful reminder of the false memories he conjures feels like they are slipping away, and his mind is ready to make tangible ones with you- memories he can feel, and experience with all his senses.

“That’s one of my favorite passages too,” you muse, and he nods. He’s sure his face is as pink as your top that he’s just noticed how it fits so snugly around your chest just oh so perfectly- fuck are you even wearing a bra?

“Yea- uh..” before he’s able to even respond, the screen door creaks open and someone calls out your name. The interruption seems to startle you both slightly.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” the guy says poking his head out. Muscular, tall, backwards hat and a tank top with arm holes that almost reach the waist of his… ah, camo cargo shorts. Seriously, sweetheart, where do you even find these people? Oh, a mouth breather as well…

“No it’s okay, Chris, um,” you force a smile, and take a step back from him. Your attention now focused on the frat boy who looks like he’s trying his hardest to spark a thought by rubbing his two final brain cells together. “This is Eddie,” you say, introducing him, “We’re in a class together. We were just talking about a book we both read.” He purses his lips together and forces a closed lip smile toward this other person.

“Eddie, this is my boyfriend Chris.”

Boyfriend.

The large doofus has the audacity to just jerk his chin upwards as some form of acknowledging Edward’s existence, before he steps out onto the porch to press a kiss to your lips, and Edward feels like his entire world is just going to collapse in on himself at any moment.

How could you have a boyfriend? You made no attempt to see him these past weeks, or Edward would have seen. How could this major fucking road block not have reared it’s ugly head until now? You have a boyfriend, and it’s not looking like he’s going anywhere the way he’s snaking his arms around you from behind. You wiggle out of his grasp, not comfortable with the PDA which he can appreciate at least.

“Nice to meet you,” he manages to stutter out before sliding the book back into the inner pocket of his jacket. “I’m gonna be heading out soon anyways so-”

“It’s so early though!” you pout, “It’s too bad, but we’ll hook up at the next one, yeah?”

You have no idea how you’re able to take his breath away. It gets lodged in the back of his throat and he feels his cheeks redden. He knows what you mean, nothing sexual or physical by any means, but fuck- he could swear you do this on purpose. Your little innocent phrases with double meanings, and your suggestive stares, and just how fucking sweet you are.

“Y-eah, f-for sure,” he blushes, making his leave heading down the back stairs. He cuts across the back yard to his dorm building to call it a night.

You’re right that it was early, but there was no point in sticking around that cesspool of a house if you were just going to be tongue tied with that fucking guy for the rest of the night. He’d rather not see that. He needs to devise a new plan. A way for you to realize you’re wasting your time with this loser, and to realize that your Eddie has been there this whole time- patient and just ready to worship you if you only let him.

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alcoveofconcealment · 6 months

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As time goes on you become unrecognizable yet eerily familiar to your younger self

(Close ups and elaborations under cut)

ngl I almost didn't post this, as it's still not entirely what I think their post canon designs, would look like but hey you either accept imperfection or you never progress.

FYI you might need to click on the pictures to see the full thing. This is due to the formatting of images on tumblr causing this dumb zoom in when you group images together.

Also I added what was suppose to be captions on the images, but just became infodumping for certain design choices. You see those by clicking the alt button now instead of it just appearing below the image, most likely due to me writing so much XD

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genderoutlaws · 1 year

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🍁 November Outlaw Streams 🍂

Instead of doing a full media rec list this time I’m just going to be streaming double features throughout the month! 💛 We are going to be doing these streams on Zoom. Since I had to pay a subscription fee to make this available to more people I wouldn’t *mind* if a few of ya tossed me a dollar if you attend (not at all required or expected tho!)

All double features will start at 8PM EST, with a pre-show starting about half an hour beforehand.

November 6th - Hitchcock Homos

We will be streaming Rope (1948) and Psycho (1960) - two Hitchcock films featuring queer (coded) villains

Rope is an adaption of a 1929 stage play written by Patrick Hamilton, better known for his work Gaslight, and based upon the real life killing of Bobby Franks by two students in 1924 — though I’ve found nothing about a known relationship between the actual killers. The play explicitly features both main characters as gay, while the film remains a bit more subtextual. The homosexuality is still strikingly present for a film of it’s time, perhaps due in part to the story and screenplay being developed by two gay men, Hume Cronyn and Arthur Laurents, and Brandon being portrayed by gay actor John Dall in the film — perhaps due to it’s adherence to the Motion Picture Production Code, where queer themes remain tragic or villainous. I can’t go without saying how visually stunning this film is. Filmed to mimic the style of the original stage production, we are on one set for the entire duration, viewing the story in real time, with only four visible cuts in the entire runtime. It’s an absolute treat of gay-and-homophobic cinema. /// SUBTITLED

Psycho is the first of many films very loosely based on the crimes of real life grave-robber and killer Ed Gein, who was discovered to crossdress with the victims’ body parts. (Most films based on the events take extensive creative liberties.) While horror had been playing with queer themes for some time, Psycho launched a wave of Geinian gender transgression based horror films, indulging in public fears of transvestites and transsexual women as lurking manipulators and body snatchers in a long enduring conservative moral panic. This paired well with its depiction of dissociative behavior in the killer, capitalizing on transphobic and sanist stereotypes that entwined gender transgression and a fractured sense of self and/or reality. Just as complicated and problematic as Rope, and a classic cinematic delight all the same. /// SUBTITLED

November 13th - Leather Is Everything!

We will be streaming Cruising (1980) and Bloodsisters (1995) — fantasy and reality in the leather community

Cruising my contentious favorite! This film is about a kinky gay murderer picking off other kinky gay men, and an innocent heterosexual Al Pacino going undercover in the leather scene to solve the case. It’s camp. It’s cringe. It’s actually pretty decent. It was picketed by gay activists at the time, so extensively that the dialogue was largely dubbed over due to loud protesting drowning out the production’s audio. It also features gay people in the leather scene, many of them regulars of Mineshaft, who happily joined the cast as extras and background performers. But only the white, muscular ones allowed on screen. It’s a strange erotic fantasy in some ways and - perhaps accidentally - a surprisingly poignant reflection on gay life in others. /// SUBTITLED

Bloodsisters is a documentary surrounding the SM / Leather community in the San Francisco area during the 1990s. It features interviews with a variety of leatherdykes interspersed with footage of needleplay scenes, tit torture, fundraisers, leather titleholder contests, and impactplay demonstrations. It expounds on alternating sides of intra community debate, the reality of death and holding a life in your hands, isolation from the greater lesbian feminist community, roles, love, lust, fisting. And it is so fucking 90’s. /// NO SUBS :(

November 27th - #JustGirlyThings

We’ll be streaming Jawbreaker (1999) and Bodies Bodies Bodies (2022) — two modern horror comedies with sapphic overtones

I haven’t seen either of these yet and honestly know very little! I’ve heard the girlies are gay and murderous though and that’s enough for me. /// SUBTITLED

I’m so excited to watch these with y’all :o)

UPDATE : I am sadly going to have to cancel the last stream this month bc I really need to pick up another shift n make me some more money 😭 Im sorry guys I promise we’ll stream jawbreaker and bodies bodies bodies some time in the future ! </3

#monthly media recs #outlaw streams

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lenfantdeverone · 5 months

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Say YES to the tuxedo!

Gordon stood awkwardly on top of the platform, slightly turning around in front of the full length mirror. His eyes were fixed on the little details of the light blue tuxedo he was trying on, carefully studying every inch of his body like he had never dared before. He couldn’t pin point exactly what was wrong with this particular suit, from the color choice to the weird way it fell flat on his unusually broad shoulders. Gordon held his breathe, a hand on his chest as he breathed in, analyzing how the fabric acted upon the sudden movement. For as ignorant as he was in terms of clothing, it was still pretty evident to him that the tuxedo didn’t fit him properly.

“It makes me look short.” Gordon concluded after a while of meticulously inspecting and judging, sighing heavily as he desperately turned around to seek the opinions of his brothers (who were his future groomsmen as well).

“You are.” Alan chuckled; his eyes still fixed on the wide shawl lapel imposing on his big brother’s chest. “You look like a discolored penguin.”

“Shut up, look who’s talking!” buried inside an ill-fitting tuxedo, Gordon appeared much less intimidating as usual as he hissed at his baby brother.

“Calm down you two, this is not the time and place.” Scott admonished his baby brothers, a hand distantly raised inquisitorially. He still had his eyes proudly glued unto his baby brother, awkwardly rocking an unusually formal garment which enhanced all the secret qualities that Gordon never really showed off. “It looks good to me… weird, but it looks good!” Scott admitted, but Gordon didn’t perceive the intended warmth in his eldest brother’s reaction. For once, he wanted to be more than just good.

“Maybe a satin lapel is a bit too much.” John appointed, taking pictured from various angles so he could zoom onto the details a little better. “Considering that we’re going for an… unusual color, maybe a less shiny fabric would be better.”

“The double-breasted tuxedo isn’t a good option either.” Virgil tilted his head a bit, his gentle gaze scanning his baby brother from head to toe. Gordon blindly trusted Virgil’s wise judgment, as his big flannel-lover sibling had without the shadow of a doubt the most knowledge of the family when it came to fashion. “You look constricted, as if you are trapped in a cage.”

“I’m going to look like an idiot, am I?” Gordon bit his lip, too defeated to even spare another glance at the mirror. It was the third tuxedo he had tried on, and he had felt terribly stupid in all of them. Maybe he was just meant to make everything look bad on his beaten body.

“No, you’re not.” Virgil firmly assured him. “We just need to find something that suits you. We should try more comfortable single-breast tuxedo next, maybe one with a grosgrain lapel instead of satin, what do you think?”

Gordon hesitated, not really brave enough to put together the picture that Virgil was trying to describe. He was just so tired and defeated. “Maybe I should also stick with black… this color is just… stupid.” The groom-to-be suggested, shrugging that familiar nauseating feeling off.

“But black is boooooring!” Alan rolled his eyes, sinking into the luxurious sofa where the groom’s entourage was assisting the appointment. The littlest Tracy wasn’t really a fan of formal attire, and he had made fun of all the previous options Gordon had tried on. For as innocent as his usually pungent comments were, though, he hadn’t really helped that uneasy feeling slowly devouring Gordon alive. “It’s a beach wedding, bro, I’d rather have you look like a lost merman than look depressed.”

“If I try on anymore of those ugly suits, I’ll be depressed for good.” Gordon dared one last, defeated look into the mirror, suppressing the urge to tear the suit apart and leave the store as naked and humiliated as he felt in that moment. “Virg, please help me out.” He pleaded, voice slightly cracking, exposing how vulnerable and helpless he actually felt in the situation.

“Gotcha.” Virgil simply smiled in return, a gentle hand firmly on his baby brother’s back as he gently guided him towards the changing room.

***

With tears slowly forming in his eyes, Gordon patiently waited for Virgil to bring him some new options to try on. He felt miserable, pathetic. The man who had survived the worst hydrofoil incident in the history of mankind was sitting on the floor of a fancy boutique changing room, crying his heart out and wearing only his boxers. Never in his life, not even at his lowest, had he imagined that he would end up in such a mediocre situation. It was moments like that that made him realize just how much he despised himself. He had managed to defeat all odds and re-learn how to walk when every single doctor who had visited him had deemed it impossible, yet he was unable to enjoy what was supposed to be a happy shopping day with his family. And for his upcoming wedding nonetheless! Gordon breathed in; hands buried in his hair.

Why couldn’t he just be normal about life and be happy for once? Why did it always had to end up like that, with him crying silently in a corner where no one could see? Why was he always messing things up?

“Here, try this one on.” Virgil rested a hand on baby brother’s shoulder, carefully bringing his baby brother’s back to reality. Gordon stared at him for a bit, eyes puffy and red, and his mouth agape craving for air. Virgil bit his lips, trying to keep his facial expression calm and gentle. He really couldn’t afford scaring his brother even further, especially when that doomed shopping day could still be saved. “I really think this is the one. I promise.”

Gordon gulped, his own saliva tasting sour and salty. He tended to trust Virgil’s promises, and he knew his big brother only wanted the best for him. He was tired. He felt like a nuisance. Yet he couldn’t let his family down, not when everyone had managed to take a day off just to be in that stupid boutique with him to pick the less ugly dress for him. Hesitantly, Gordon looked up to see yet another light blue tuxedo hanging before him.

“I said I wanted black.” Gordon’s voice was sore and raw.

“Black doesn’t suit your personality, bro.” Virgil smiled at him. “You’re a force of nature, you’re bubbly and dynamic, just like the ocean.” The elder gently ruffed his baby brother’s blond hair. “Could you try it on just for me? Please? You don’t have to show the others, if you really don’t like it I can go pick a black tux if it makes you feel more comfortable.”

The light blue tuxedo impended over him menacingly, yet Gordon solemnly considered the idea. He really didn’t want to upset Virgil, especially after his big brother had turned the store inside out to find that one tuxedo just for him. After thinking about it for a moment, Gordon finally decided to lift himself up, pull the curtain, and try the suit on.

“Penny would love to see you in blue.” Virgil commented distantly from the other side of the curtain, trying to be as supportive as he could after he had seen just how exhausted and defeated his brother actually was.

“You helped her choose her dress too, haven’t you?” Gordon asked, struggling to figure out the side adjusters on his pants.

“Mhmh.” Virgil proudly confirmed, smiling fondly. “Me and John did.”

“She… she’s going to look perfect, doesn’t she...?” just thinking about his bride-to-be was enough to make Gordon’s voice crack ever so slightly. He really loved her so much. “Of course, she always does…” she was perfection at its core. Penelope was the most amazing woman in the entire universe, she was so wonderfully flawless, she came straight out of a dream. She was calm, secure, confident, always so effortlessly gorgeous, and Gordon just adored her so much. “This is all a mistake, I… I just can’t, I’m ruining everything, Virg, I can’t-” he was pleading, begging, his hands trembling and struggling to even reach the single button on the tuxedo jacket.

Virgil didn’t hesitate a second to reach out for him, carefully capturing his baby brother in the warmest, tightest, most loving embrace. Gordon sobbed silently; shoulders hunched as he buried in face in his big brother’s sweater. Virgil gently rubbed the youngest’s back, shushing comforting words until the crying calmed down a bit.

“I know she’s the right woman for you, because she sees you the way we do, the way we all wish you could see yourself.” Virgil spoke softly, Gordon could distinctively hear how worried he was, yet Virgil was smiling ever so brightly. “We all love you so much, fish, and I really hope you will trust your future wife when she tells you that you are the perfect man for her.”

Gordon sighed heavily; his eyes fixed on the ground. How could he be the perfect man for Penny when he couldn’t even wear a tuxedo without looking like an idiot? Virgil carefully fixed his collar for him, and then he gently shook Gordon’s shoulders.

“Would you please look at you for a moment?” Virgil asked joyfully, and Gordon dutifully obeyed.

Turning back, Gordon held his gaze low for a moment, looking at his shoes. It took him a deep breathe, before he felt brave enough to look his reflection in the mirror. When he finally did, it felt like the world had stopped. The young man just stood there, frozen in place, mouth wide open as he stared at himself in disbelief. He could distantly hear Virgil chuckling right behind him, but Gordon’s mind was too overwhelmed with the sight in front of him to even bother.

“Single-breast, with a neat peaked lapel wonderfully shaping your swimmer shoulders, a textured grosgrain fabric on the collar to compliment the color choice, perfectly balanced with a double slit in the back of the jacket to elongate your figure.” Virgil spoke like a professional, illustrating each feature with precise and elegant gestures. “And it’s a standard size. Just picture how gorgeous it will be once it’s fitted to your measurements!”

Gordon couldn’t help the enthusiasm growing, despite not understanding a single word of what Virgil had just explained. He just knew that he felt… right. Good. No, more than good. He felt beautiful in a way that he had never experienced, in a way that he thought he could never allow himself to feel. Everything was perfect. The suit felt like an extension of his own being, showing off all the best qualities he could offer. He smiled through the dried tears, lips trembling, overwhelming happiness numbing his muscles.

“It’s… it’s perfect already.” Gordon managed to mumble, his eyes drifting from detail to detail. “I can’t believe it, it’s… it’s just…” he was at a loss of words, but for once he wasn’t bothered by it. He was way too happy, way too surprised to express it. He felt at peace, and he knew his brother could tell. “Thank you so much, Virg.”

“Shall we show it to the others?” Virgil asked, proudly waiting for his little sibling to make his big entrance.

Gordon didn’t hesitate, he was ready.

***

“Wooow…” Alan could only stare in shock as his big brother walked confidently across the boutique, his back straight and chin up, happily showing off his beautiful suit with a smile on his face. “Oh yeah, I like this one a lot!”

“Mh mh, that’s what I was thinking.” John nodded in approval, studying Gordon from head to toe with a genuinely satisfied look on his face. “It looks definitely looks great on you.”

“I know, right?” Virgil followed the groom-to-be, arms crossed and a proud, sly smirk on his face. “I managed to make our fish look like a prince, haven’t I, Scooter?”

Virgil patted the eldest Tracy brother’s back, trying to get a positive reaction from him too, knowing just how much it meant for Gordon to have everyone’s approval, especially Scott’s. As a result, Virgil only got a strained whine from his big brother in response. Everyone in the room turned worriedly to check on Scott, as Gordon froze in place, holding his breathe.

“What the heck is going on…” Scott whined, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he sniffed loudly. “I’m literally crying.” The eldest attempted a smile, his deep dimples wet with happy tears. “You’re going to look fantastic on your day, baby brother, I’m so proud of you.”

Gordon had the widest, most sincere smile on his face as Scott hugged him tightly, loosening up after years of acting tougher and stronger than everyone else. Gordon was ecstatic, he felt gorgeous and loved. That’s what he was signing for, with this marriage. A beautiful life of love and happiness, surrounded by all the people who lifted him up and made him the best version of himself.

“So… are you saying yes to the tuxedo?” Virgil happily asked.

“I am saying yes to the tuxedo.”

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2015 #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #scott tracy #john tracy #alan tracy #lady penelope creighton ward #pen and ink #thunderbirds fanfiction

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nenchainzz · 2 years

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐍𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐬 (𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

This excellent idea is inspired by @httphaitani <3 (he also made posts with this concept that ya'll should check out!! They are amazing!!)

Wrote this with my whole ass pus- (sorry if it's cringe...)

This takes place in a modern AU

Fem!Reader

Includes: Akaza, Gyutaro, Inosuke Hashibira, Tengen Uzui, and Zenitsu Agatsuma

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

Warnings: m!masturbation, semi-public masturbation, pet names (baby, pretty girl, doll, baby girl, and angel), use of Discord in Gyutaro's (Idk if that's a warning, but I'm gonna add it anyway), f!masturbation, use of a fleshlight, video sex, daddy kink, vaginal fingering, squirting, and lingerie wearing

Akaza

As Akaza sits at a desk at his company, he can't help but think about how much he misses you. Unfortunately, his boss, Muzan, is forcing him to stay late, and he can't help the bulge that forms in his slacks when thinking about you. You're probably missing him so much. Touching yourself as you wait for him. He quickly goes to the bathroom, locks himself in a stall, and opens the camera on his phone. He unzips his slacks and removes his cock from his boxers. He begins to record himself while he begins to pump his cock.

"Oh, baby, fuck, I can't wait to fuck you," he breathlessly moans. "Gonna make me cum from just thinking about you."

He pumps faster as he zooms in on his hard cock that leaks tiny beads of precum.

"You love when I send you these videos, huh?" he says teasingly. "I bet you're clasping your thighs together, huh?"

He bites down on his lower lip as an image of you squirming on the couch at home watching this, pops into his head.

"When I get home, I'll be sure to fuck you nice and full," he says. "You better not cum until I get back. Your orgasms belong to only me." His cock twitches in his hand, so he pumps faster and begins to groan lowly. Finally, after a few more pumps, Akaza's cum shoots out into his hand. He chuckles at the sight.

"Can't wait to cum on you instead."

Gyutaro

You log into discord and notice that you have a ping notification. It's Gyu. He's sent you a dm. It's a video of some kind. You open it up to find him sitting in front of his camera, only showing the lower half of his body. You grow hot when you notice he's holding his hard cock in his hand. His broad chest sitting upright, and his sweatpants are around his thighs so his cock can be in full view for you.

"C-Can't wait to see you," he says as he rolls his thumb over his tip. His shaky breath is picked up by the microphone on the headphones that you assume he has on. "I-I've been wanting to fuck you ever since you left." He gives himself one pump as he speaks. You can feel your arousal stain your underwear as you watch him.

You move your hand down to your shorts and dip your hand into them. You begin rubbing your clit as you watch him.

"Fuck, pretty girl, I want your pussy so bad," he speaks closely into the mic. "I miss how fucking tight you are." He grunts into the mic as he quickens his pace. You see him raise his hips to meet his hand. You circle your clit faster to match the thrusts he makes.

"Gyu," you mutter. You hear his breathy moans, and as they come through your headphones, it makes it seem like he's right here with you.

"Fuck, baby," he thrusts harder into his hand. You feel your abdomen tighten, and you rub faster. He grunts your name, streams his cum onto his hand, and spills some on his sweatpants. You also reach your orgasm, and it squirts into your panties and shorts. You both breathe heavily, and you watch him collect himself as he ends the video.

You decide you'll give him something in return. You open your phone camera and take a picture of your soaked panties and shorts. You send it to him and say you can't wait to see him.

Inosuke Hashibira

Inosuke loves to send you both videos and photos. A lot of the time when he probably shouldn't. You'll be sitting in a lecture, and he'll send you an image of his hard cock.

One night as you're studying for an exam, he sends you a long video with him fucking a fleshlight. You can hear him moan in the video as he thrusts hard into the device.

"Shit, doll, come over," you hear him say. "I need your cunt." Of course, you want to, but you really do need to...

Fuck, you really want to.

"Fuck, doll," he groans. You shift in your chair, trying to get some friction. You watch as his cock goes in and out of the fleshlight with artificial slick coating his cock. "Want to cum in your pussy. Fuck!" He keeps jerking into the fake cunt.

You really, really want to.

"Doll, come here," he pleads. You close the video and get up from your desk. It's late, but you don't care. You text Inosuke telling him he's won and you're on your way. He sends you a response saying that he'll make it worth your while.

Tengen Uzui

"Fuck, baby girl," Tengen groans as he watches you insert another finger into your wet pussy. "You're so naughty for daddy."

"All f-for you, daddy," you moan as you scissor the two fingers inside you.

"Good girl," he says. You watch him fist his cock once more. His large hand pumps his thick cock harshly. "Rub your clit, baby girl." You do as he commands and move your thumb to rub your clit. "Shit, baby girl, just like that."

"A-Ah daddy!" you moan. He pumps his cock faster, watching you finger fuck yourself at his command.

"God, baby girl, you're so fucking hot," he groans.

"Mm, d-daddy," you moan. "G-gonna cum." He chuckles darkly.

"Baby girl wants to cum?" he tsks.

"Y-yes, please let me cum, daddy! I've been such a good girl for you," you plead.

"F-fuck," he can barely contain his own release. He loves when you give yourself to him. "Cum, baby girl."

"D-daddy!" you scream as you squirt on the bed sheets under you.

"Shit, baby girl," he says. Having watched you, he also cums, and you see his white stream shoot out. It makes a mess like what you did. "Seeing you cum always gets me."

"S-sorry," you apologize, and he chuckles again.

"Don't apologize; it's so hot," he says.

Zenitsu Agatsuma

You eagerly wait for Zenitsu to respond. You'd sent him a photo of yourself wearing the new lingerie set you'd gotten. It has his favorite colors, yellow and orange on it, and it hugs your curves and pushes up your chest. You knew he'd love it as soon as you sent him the photo. You imagine his red face as he looks at the picture of you. His angel wearing lingerie that is meant for only him.

You receive a photo attachment two minutes later. A photo of him in the restroom with his thick white cum in his hand and his cock in the bottom half of the image. You clutch your thighs together, looking at how thick his cum is and hard his cock looks.

He then sends you a message under the image. "I'm coming home now, angel. Please wait for me."

ヘ(^_^ヘ)

#demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #akaza x reader #gyutaro x reader #inosuke hashibira x reader #tengen uzui x reader #zenitsu agatsuma x reader

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are you doing anything with Mosspaw from Yellowfang’s secret?

[ID: A zoomed in picture of the WIP for ShadowClan's family tree. It shows Featherstorm's two children, Ragged and Dawncloud. Dawncloud and Finchflight's children are Scorchflare, Mossthorn, and Volewhisper. Volewhisper has Swampfang and Blossomfrost.]

I did a pretty big shuffle over here because of Timeline Shenanigans. I'm making Ragged and Yellow VERY old by the time of TPB, so that means their parents can't be having MORE children. Featherstorm would be like, 18 lmao

So instead, Dawncloud is Raggedpelt's full sister, not ridiculously younger half-sister. She's also an old friend of Yellowfang's, bringing the original TPB dynamic back.

It is also stated in that original book that she lost "two kits" driving out WindClan. BB!Brokenstar only used child soldiers once, during that campaign, but it makes more sense that they were adult warriors in terms of timeline.

SO the current idea is this; Scorch, Moss, and Vole were on the front lines. Scorch and Moss were killed during the WindClan massacre. Volewhisper was permanently disabled in the assault. Dawncloud was afraid that she would lose Vole too, and joined Nightpelt's Coup to protect him.

Also extra stuff;

Scorchflare was named after Raggedpelt's pre-Honor Title name; Scorchwind. They are a repurposing of the original Scorchwind.

Scorch and Vole may be slightly older than Mossthorn, they're two of the last cats that Raggedstar named.

Scorchflare's suffix is actually a reference to the way prominent moths hold their wings, invoking that he's big and confident.

Volewhisper's is a reference to his soft-spoken and persuasive nature.

These is very metaphorical and evocative, in contrast to Mossthorn who Brokenstar just named in a way that sounded cool.

VOLEWHISPER is open to change though; I may make them Moss' twin and have "Whisper" be a Nightstar-given Honor Title to try and keep something very sweet and beloved from the graphic novels.

If that's the case, then their old name from Brokenstar was Volestrike.

Finchflight and Dawncloud are now similar in age, fixing the uncomfortable canon fact that Dawn was barely out of apprenticeship when a very old man had kittens with her.

I AM NOT SURE where Vole's kittens come from. They may have been adopted from one of his dead siblings.

Scorch or Moss might get hit with the Woman Beam

#bone babble #shadowclan shuffle

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the-ocean-in-motion · 1 month

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A post for publicly sharing the products of my Drawfee Lalafell idol project!

(if u don't know what the fuck I'm saying just scroll on)

NOTE: I am not affliated with Drawfee I just stole their logo for that edit. I'm not making money Julia pls don't sue me

FAQ

Q: Why do this? A: Fatal case of brainworms

Q: How long did you spend on making these? A: Too long. Enough questions

Jokes aside, here's a proper intro to what this is for people who aren't in that one very specific discord: As a creative project of sorts, I decided to make 4 Lalafells in FFXIV based on the Drawfee crew (youtubers). SPECIFICALLY these are based on their Newsday Comic Designs, because there's only so much staring at real people's faces really zoomed in I can do before I start feeling like a creep.

So, No, these are not "lifelike" or even "as close to life like as i can make potato people in a 10 year old video game". They're based on stylized ideas of people, warped by my creative liberty. That left me more space to make them cute instead of uncanny valley, which I'm sure any drawfee members that see this post might appreciate too.

They're also all heavily modded. It's more fun for dressup.

With that said! Onwards to the pictures (and design notes)!

Nathan: I actually "made" the beard for this myself - or, rather, I refitted it from a modded beard for Roegadyn. I even made an effort to mold it into a rough flower shape, but I'm afraid it doesn't show up that well. Still, remembering that there is no full beard for Lalafell in the vanilla game, I think it actually looks quite cute! For this "casual" fit I made an effort not to make Nathan look too fashion-y. Of course, they're idol photoshoot style pics, so I still had to dress him up a bit! With this sporty fit with the fun big red boots reminiscent of early video game character designs, I think I landed in a pretty nice middle ground.

Julia: This is the only design I paid real life money to make. I spent forever futzing with free hair mods trying to find one I liked, but in the end I forked over a few bucks to an experienced hair modder's online shop and got this hair that comes with all the features I wanted. Can't say I regret the purchase, it's very pretty. For the outfit, I knew what I wanted pretty much immediately. I have had this outfit mod for a long time, but I've never really known what to use it for. It feels very Julia, even if I can't remember necessarily seeing her wear this kind of thing before. Maybe it just feels French, and I associate Julia with France?

Karina: Karina's face sculpt mod was very easy to decide. Looking at the list of the free female Lala faces, I saw one that looked like a little shit - and named "Give Me the Phone" - and immediately knew it was perfect. I had to edit this hair to become hat compatible for later outfits, but overall this one was full of easy picks. Maybe I'm projecting too hard, though? I even dressed her in a top I modded for myself, after all.

Jacob: Jacob's design is one I agonized over, because finding a hair for him was quite hard. Short hair mods are rarer than long ones, and Newsday Jacob's hair is very distinctive. In the end I had to settle for a more realistic style, but I'm told it still reads as him. I wound up putting Jacob in maybe the cutesy-est outfit of the four. I don't think he'd mind, but either way the funny little overalls were too big a temptation for me to resist. Accessorising with bandages is where my weeb roots really shine through, though. Portraits done, here's the additional materials I've made!

Drawfee Kindergarten Field trip! Fun fact, I took this screenshot mere seconds before the dungeon I used as a set kicked me out, which means I spent the entire instance timer just deciding on accessories and posing! Where are they going? To see the big squid at the Aetherfont's center, of course!

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The first music video! Motions not by me, I'm not that talented, these are retargeted Project Sekai dances (retargeting also not by me lmao animation modding scares me)

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Childish war is such a fun song and dance, never mind the fact that none of the "personalities" really work for drawfee. It's dancing lalas! Who cares!

That's it! I might do more music videos or photo shoots in the future, but that's highly dependent on my brain chemistry, so truly nothing is certain. If you made it this far, I hope my silly little project brought you some joy! (and olive) And hey!

Check this out!

#drawfee #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #lalafell #ffxiv modding

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letthemusicmoveyou28 · 4 months

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Fics written in 2023 by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

2023 was the year I rediscovered my love of writing fanfic! Thank you to every one of you that shared this journey with me. I’m looking forward to finding out what 2024 holds.

Below the cut are all the works I posted or updated this year!

*Complete Works*

Your Page was Blank But I Read It ~ (fic post)

3k, E, Harry/Louis

(Or the one where Harry is having some doubts after the Grammys, and Louis is there to squash those for him).

Wanna Feel the Edges Start to Burn ~ (fic post)

6k, E, Harry/Louis, Mpreg

(Or the one where Louis has a meltdown in front of a stranger, but it turns out better than he ever could have dreamed).

With the Bomb Lighting ~ (fic post)

4k, E, Harry/Louis

(Or the one where Harry is doing Zoom interviews to promote his new album, but his time management skills are lacking. Louis is the writer interviewing Harry for Rolling Stone when he accidentally gets an eye full. They figure it out).

Cause You’re My Sunshine Baby ~ (fic post)

4k, E, Harry/Louis, Mpreg

(Or the one where Harry is self conscious performing for the first time after finding out he’s pregnant. Luckily Louis is there to make it better).

It’s Only Sunny Cause the Planet’s Dying ~ (fic post)

13k, E, Harry/Louis

(Or the one where Louis is a thief and a con-artist who’s used to getting what he wants, using any means necessary. And Harry is is the straight-laced detective who might just be tired of always doing the right thing).

Let Me Taste Your Silhouette ~ (fic post)

4k, E, Harry/Louis

(Or the one where Harry accidentally posts a picture to his main Instagram story instead of only to his close friends, and he just happens to be wearing a 28 Official Programme shirt. Louis happens to notice).

Hold You With My Hands Tied ~ (fic post)

12k, E, Harry/Louis, A/B/O

(Or the one where Omega Harry loses his bakery job and is forced to take a temporary position bartending at a local BDSM club. It turns out to be not so bad. Especially when he catches the eye of the owner Louis, who also happens to be a gorgeous Alpha).

Wearing You Like Clothes ~ (fic post)

5K, E, Harry/Louis, A/B/O

(Or the one where Omega Louis accidentally locks himself out of his flat in only his underwear. Embarrassingly help comes in the form of Harry, the beautiful Alpha that lives down the hall. It turns out alright in the end).

Wanna Make Your Body Numb - (fic post)

3k, E, Harry/Louis, A/B/O

(Or the one where Omega Harry is still thriving as the bartender at Alpha Louis’ BDSM club. All the while Louis is helping Harry discover his own submissive side. Harry decides he’s ready for a public scene).

Chew You Up Like Candy ~ (fic post)

4k, E, Harry/Louis, A/B/O (alpha/alpha)

(Or the one where Alpha Harry falls down a Reddit hole, that leads him to discover a few new kinks he never knew he had. It also leads him to Louis, an Alpha unlike any other Harry’s ever met. Louis’ more than happy to help Harry explore his new interests).

Slow Dance With the Tension ~ (fic post)

666 words, M, Harry/Louis, Magic AU

(Or the one where having a powerful witch for a husband is all fun and games until he decides to be a brat).

Got My Chaos Automatic ~ (fic post)

3k, E, Louis/Liam/Zayn

(Or the one where Louis comes home from tour feeling exhausted, yet antsy. Luckily, Liam and Zayn are there to put him back together).

Stuck in Midnight Traffic ~ (fic post)

3k, M, Harry/Louis

(Or the one where two broken people meet in an empty tube car on Christmas Eve. Can they find a way to heal each other?)

We Can Roll in the Darkness ~ (fic post)

29k, E, Harry/Louis & Zayn/Liam, Advent

(Or the one where Louis and his best mate Niall decide to take the plunge and open a pub. The goal is to open Christmas Day, but the building renovations are proving trickier than expected. Insert: a construction company with a questionable name, a certain curly haired builder who catches Louis’ attention, and a little festive chaos along the way).

*WIPS*

K.Y.L.I.S. (Kill Your Local Indie Softboy) ~ (fic post)

Ch: 1/?, 4k, Harry/Louis, Bodyguard AU

(Or the one where Louis is an up and coming Indie artist embarking on his first American tour. The only problem? He's getting anonymous death threats. Harry is former military and now works for a private security firm often known for coloring outside the lines of the law. He's hired to protect Louis during his tour. They have a rocky start.)

One Prize I’d Cheat to Win ~ (fic post)

Ch: 5/?, 31k, Harry/Louis

(Or the one where Louis is a high end escort who swindles rich men out of their money and Harry Styles is not like any man he's ever tried to con).

You Love This Dying Part of Me ~ (fic post)

Ch:1/?, 10k, Harry/Louis, Vampire AU

(Or the one where Vampire Louis has stopped bothering with human emotions. But that could all change when a certain human Barista named Harry catches his eye. Unfortunately, Louis’ enemies have also taken notice).

#my fics #year in review #larry fanfiction #larry stylinson fanfiction #hl fics #hl fanfiction #1d fanfiction #read on ao3 #fic masterpost #2023 fic roundup #hlficlibrary #hlcreators #1dficlibrary #hljournal #hltracks

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