#aneta talks

[zelkam]

okay one annoying thing about moving to another lab is having to come out/make yourself visibly gay again because I just got back home from a conference and there I was chatting during the reception with some people from another lab and got asked "Aneta do you have children?"

me, in that moment wearing a suit, with short half bleached hair with outgrown roots, fucking eyebrow slit, always having a rainbow pin on a lab coat and with a lesbian flag colored magnet above the desk:

👁️👄👁️

#aneta talks #phd life #WHAT ELSE DO I HAVE TO DO

[lingthusiasm]

Lingthusiasm Episode 75: Love and fury at the linguistics of emotions

Emotions are a universal part of the human experience, but the specific ways we express them are mediated through language. For example, English uses the one word “love” for several distinct feelings: familial love, romantic love, platonic love, and loving things (I love this ice cream!), whereas Spanish distinguishes lexically between the less intense querer and the stronger amar. Conversely, many Austronesian languages use the same word for the concepts that English would split as “fear” and “surprise”, while many Nakh-Daghestani (Northeast Caucasian) languages use the same word for the cluster that English splits into “fear”, “anxiety”, and “grief”.

In this episode, your hosts Gretchen McCulloch and Lauren Gawne get enthusiastic about the layers of language that are involved in emotions, from how emotion words form different clusters of related meaning in different language families to how the way your face shape changes when you smile affects the pitch of your voice. We also talk about how our understanding of how to talk about emotion changes throughout history and our lifespan, and how bilingual people feel differently about emotional words in their different languages.

Read the transcript here.

Announcements:

Thank you so much for celebrating our 6th anniversary with us! We appreciated all the love and support on social media, and it was great to see you recommending us to other language fans. Thank you to anyone who made an irl recommendation of the podcast, we appreciate you too!

In this month’s bonus episode we get enthusiastic about stylized Oldey Timey English! We talk about contexts in which pseudo-archaic forms get used, from Gretchen's recent experience with names and titles in a 1492 papal election roleplaying game, to how the language handbook of the Society of Creative Anachronism balances modern-day desires for gender-neutral language with creating historic-feeling titles, and a 1949 academic article cataloguing business names in the New York City phonebook that began with "ye". Join us on Patreon now to get access to this and 60+ other bonus episodes, as well as access to the Lingthusiasm Discord server where you can chat with other language nerds.

Here are the links mentioned in the episode:

Emotion semantics show both cultural variation and universal structure

‘Why Doesn’t Ancient Fiction Talk About Feelings?’ - Nautilus article

‘Language Development and Emotional Expression’ by Lois Bloom

‘Alexithymia and levels of processing: Evidence for an overall deficit in remembering emotion words’ from Journal of Research in Personality

Example of Emotion Wheels

‘The Preponderance of Negative Emotion Words in the Emotion Lexicon: A Cross-generational and Cross-linguistic Study’ by Robert W. Schrauf & Julia Sanchez

‘'Stop Doing That, Ia Komu Skazala!': Language Choice and Emotions in Parent—Child Communication’ by Aneta Pavlenko

Lingthusiasm Episode ‘Making machines learn language - Interview with Janelle Shane’

‘‘Happy talk: Perceptual and acoustic effects of smiling on speech’ by V. C. Tartter

‘Perceptual cues in non-verbal vocal expressions of emotion’ by Disa A Sauter, Frank Eisner, Andrew J Calder, & Sophie K Scott

‘On the Differences in Prosodic Features of Emotional Expressions in Japanese Speech according to the Degree of the Emotion’ by Yasuki Hashizawa, Shoichi Takeda, Muhd Dzulkhiflee Hamzah, Ghen Ohyama

‘Acoustic-phonetic properties of smiling revised – measurements on a natural video corpus’ by Helen Barthel & Hugo Quené

‘The voices of anger and disgust: Acoustic correlates in three languages’ by Marc D. Pell & Areej Alasseri

‘Relevant Angry Affect Slows Response Time To Commands’ by Aleah Combs

‘Beyond lexical meaning: The effect of emotional prosody on spoken word recognition’ by Seung Kyung Kim & Meghan Sumner

You can listen to this episode via Lingthusiasm.com, Soundcloud, RSS, Apple Podcasts/iTunes, Spotify, YouTube, or wherever you get your podcasts. You can also download an mp3 via the Soundcloud page for offline listening. To receive an email whenever a new episode drops, sign up for the Lingthusiasm mailing list.

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Email us at contact [at] lingthusiasm [dot] com

Gretchen is on Twitter as @GretchenAMcC and blogs at All Things Linguistic.

Lauren is on Twitter as @superlinguo and blogs at Superlinguo.

Lingthusiasm is created by Gretchen McCulloch and Lauren Gawne. Our senior producer is Claire Gawne, our production editor is Sarah Dopierala, and our production assistant is Martha Tsutsui Billins. Our music is ‘Ancient City’ by The Triangles.

This episode of Lingthusiasm is made available under a Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial Share Alike license (CC 4.0 BY-NC-SA).

#linguistics #language #emotions #episodes #episode 75 #semantics #phonetics #bilingual

[our-summer-is-winter]

@lightyaoigami you ruined my life with this request, are you happy

Some obligatory disclaimers, because this one needs some: yes, Beyond is "problematic transgender" here. Do all of transgender people think the same things and in a same way as Beyond does here, no mostly not. But there are some who do. Plus if anyone wants to give me a speech about how I'm "uneducated cis woman", think again because I actually went through a lot Gender Torment™, I'm just not disclosing it in public. If you think it's problematic in any other way, lmk. My ask box is open, just keep things civil.

Also yes, I used one of Beyond's victims name, because why not, it sounds cool

---

There was this little thing that he wasn't telling anyone.

He met this guy some nights ago, and the guy - what was his name? He couldn't really tell - fell in love with Believe Bridesmaid, but there was an issue: Believe Bridesmaid didn't exist. What a shame, because she was awesome. Tall, slightly reserved girl, usually dressed in black, high heels (really impressive considering she was already 190 cm tall), golden glitter, long black hair, husky voice. Cheap jeweley and contouring done with a basketball, but she somehow still managed to make it look classy. She moved like a daydream and smiled like a nightmare. Truly unique combination of classy and trashy, a lady and a whore. There was only this really small issue - Believe Bridesmaid was was actually Beyond. Or rather Beyonds female alter ego.

Painting his nails bloody red, he was thinking how bizzare it all would look for someone who wasn't him, yet he marinated in a sauce of his own weirdness for so long that he wasn't really thinking about his life as unusual at all. Because, what the hell, why should he? When actors in theater are on stage, no one is actually throwing a fists and screaming "this guy isn't really a Hamlet anyway!" or "He isn't a prince of Denmark, I've seen him at Walmart once! He actually lives in New Jersey!". So Beyond was playing his role, the role of 21th century femme fatale, femme fatale out of the trashbin, but dripping with gold.

And he was going to the club to see the guy again. Hell, at least he wasn't spending another evening on watching "The Real Housewives of Miami" or something like that. Without Aneta Glam it wasn't the same.

It wasn't a gay club per se, but there were lots of gays anyway; he wouldn't really think it would be enough to let anyone's villigance down, but he really started to think his "downtown Romeo" (as he called him, although only in his own head) wasn't really suspecting his crush to be a men in disguise. A transvestite. Beyond knew "crossdresser" was probably more politically correct, but fuck, "transvestite" just hit different. Felt a lot more like what he really was. Men who liked to be a woman. Or maybe to be Believe Bridesmaid, who wasn't him at all. Maybe at this point she was another being. Cooler than Beyond, with appeal of mysterious cat rather than of a wet dog (like Beyond in his true form).

"Hi, Believe!"

They had to shout, but they got used to it - loud music was suppressing their words. Cyndi Lauper, "Girls Just Want To Have Fun". At this point Believe already made some friends - a group of transgender girls. "Real" transgender girls, as Beyond used to think, although he wasn't really sure how he himself can be cisgender, if he enjoyed... This. But still, this division may be wrong, but very difficult to get rid of.

"Hi, Misa! Hi, Rem! Hi, Near!", she greeted them one by one. All of them were blonde for some reason, but only Near natural; even though Near's hair were more white than blonde. Rem was the tallest, Misa slightly small and petit; but still, next to them Beyond (Believe?) looked like some Michael fucking Jordan.

"Your dancefloor lover is here!", Misa announced, and Believe flinched.

"W-what? I don't know who the hell you're talking about", Believe tried to deny, but her face turning red told them everything they needed to know.

"Oh, Light Yagami. He's quite handsome, right? You got such a great taste."

"Not really", Near disagreed. "Not in those khakis. He looks like he's already going through midlife crisis at 20 years old."

"How do you know?"

"As if it was hard to tell", Rem frowned. "You're sticking to him like gum to the shoe."

"I can neither confirm nor deny", Believe murmured.

"Then what you're waiting for? Go and dance with him."

She did so, but only midway realized: where did Misa know his name from?

***

"Hi."

Light Yagami - if that's how he was really called - turned around; his eyes wide open, face saying "?", and Believe realized he probably didn't even heard her. Didn't matter; he already smiled when he recognized her.

"Hello, Dear! What's going?"

Another song started playing - Pet Shop Boys, "Go West". It wasn't 80s themed night, but it seems like someone really liked oldies.

"Some though shit", she shouted, "but that's okay. What about you, L i g h t Y a g a m i?"

He froze.

"Who told you?"

"Why does it bother you? Dance with me and maybe I'll tell you."

"Not a fan of Pet Shop Boys."

"Who cares? But I guess you're a fan of ME. Dance boy, dance."

"Believe in her peak condition, as always."

She already had some vodka with juice, but Light seemed sober; maybe he was going coke. He looked like someone who could. And he held her close, so close, and she loved it so much. He was shorter than her, but he never seemed bothered by it - type of energy she admired. And while Neil Tennant stopped singing, and walls vibrated with "Word Up!", Light shouted to her ear:

"We see each other every week at this club. Why don't you come to my house someday?"

"Why do you think I want to?"

"On a backseat of a car, at least."

"Not sure you're good enough."

Light was really in awe how good she was at dancing , even in those high heels; she was literally owning the dancefloor. Light wasn't a bad dancer either, but it's slightly less difficult to dance in flat leather shoes than in some shoes that looked like straight out of "Devil Wears Prada". And when they finally stopped talking, and let their bodies talk - which Believe was actually really content about - Light said out of the blue:

"I know that you're a guy".

***

They haven't end on the backseat of his car. Neither in Light's place. Beyond - not Believe, he didn't feel like Believe anymore - panicked and run out of the club. Not because he was so scared that Light figured out he's a man, no. It was because...

He can love Believe, but could he like Beyond?

He never again visited this club. Actually, he moved out of this place not long after - he was being jobless for too long and finally found employment, but he had to pack his bags and leave his little flat. He wasn't thinking about Believe anymore... Unless he was.

***

Few years later, two years deep into hormonal therapy and taking estrogen, she realized: me and Believe are the same person. Always were.

And it wasn't about her being transgender. It was about that she was feeling like shit at the time. She crated Believe because she wanted to be cooler than she really was, to take break from herself. But Believe didn't need to be created, she was always there and now, when she was in such a better place, she no longer needs to hide. She was never Believe vs. Beyond, she was always once. Multifaceted, like most human beings, but only one.

One day, when she was really bored, she opened Facebook and searched "Light Yagami". Actually found him. Status: engaged to Misa Amane.

Oh well. Who needs some guy anyway.

#im so nervous publishing this oh my gosh #also. i think this turn at the very end isn't what most people would like to see but it's exactly how i personally wanted it to end #if you guys want to kill me over this one. at least kill me softly (with this song) #valentine's day event #ask

[delicris]

held a minute of silence at home, i couldn't go outside today. a minute isn't enough, but seventeen people will never get their words heard again and someone needs to speak out for them. about them.

Lucie Špindlerová Lenka Hlávková Magdalena Křístková Aneta Richterová Jan Dlask Klára Holcová Eliška Šimůnková

those are only seven victims whose names i've seen being talked about. i'm crying for the first time since hearing the news, since trying to translate them and provide them for the broader public to the best of my ability. it's still snowing here. it doesn't make the black flying flags any lighter.

may their souls rest in peace. thank you.

[kurocookieemi]

NOTRN supporting/minor characters (also Hello Massacre characters)

they’re NOT a part of my main OC squad, they’re just supporting/minor characters

Julia Roosvelt

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Nationality: Dutch

Birthday: March 21

Zodiac: Aries

Sexuality: Sapphic

Family: Lotte Roosvelt (mother), Diederik Roosvelt (father)

Likes: Ren Hua, pop music, cake

Dislikes: Haters of Ren Hua, rain, spiders

Friends: Ruzena (best friend), Ren Hua (idol), Yoko, Azra, Rinko, Patrick

Enemies: Brittany, Aleksandra

Personality and about: Friendly, but a little bit vain. Both she and her friend Ruzena are big fans of Ren Hua and they often follow her around and try to talk to her at school. Julia’s dad, Diederik, is the Kuang family’s butler, which is how she met RH. She likes to make fun of RH’s haters.

Ruzena Cermak

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Nationality: Czech

Birthday: July 22

Zodiac: Cancer 

Sexuality: Aroace

Family: Aneta Cermak (mother), Pavel Cermak (father, deceased)

Likes: Ren Hua, metal music, goth aesthetic 

Dislikes: Haters of Ren Hua, pop music, overtly girly stuff

Friends: Julia (best friend), Ren Hua (idol), Rinko, Yoko

Enemies: Brittany, Aleksandra

Personality and about: Despite sort of following the goth aesthetic, she doesn’t act like a stereotypical goth. She doesn’t really talk to people that much, but when she does, she’s pretty laid-back and chill. Both she and her friend Julia are big fans of Ren Hua and they often follow her around and try to talk to her at school. She likes to make fun of RH’s haters.

fun fact: these two were inspired by Hannah and Barbara from Little Witch Academia, with how they admire Diana and follow her around (Diana would be RH)

case and point: https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/littlewitch/images/6/6e/Diana_with_Hannah_and_Barbara_short_film.jpeg/revision/latest?cb=20210518064858 

#neighbors of the redemptive neighborhood #hello massacre #julia roosvelt #ruzena cermak

[devitalization]

↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ ꒰ character.txt now available ꒱

coming in with another character post (fitting considering my last post featured him)! this time, we're going to be talking about torkil aymore, the original gamedec!

hailing from the gamedec saga by marcin sergiusz przybyłek, torkil aymore is a game detective living in warsaw city, in the cotomou district. he lives in the stockomville building on the three hundred and forty-second (342nd) floor.

acording to the character creation menu, torkil is 40 years old, identifies as male, and is an all-around idealist. here's his official biography:

꒰ a sensitive, somewhat unstable idealist. philosopher wannabe and whiskey lover. a doctor by education. rather than practicing his specialty, he became a gamedec. he became famous after taking part in a virtuality show and solving a case in front of millions of viewers. a popular film, "doom day", is an account of his struggle with the beast of the net. ꒱

likewise, the official steam page for his dlc states that torkil ꒰ enjoys the company of friends, women, and his own dreams. ꒱

here is his official model, created by aneta ulanowska, character artist at anshar studios.

#post.txt #post.png #gamedec #gamedec torkil #torkil aymore

[kalembasinpoland]

Day 8: Spie, Cisów-Las, Rzeszów

Writing from our hotel room in Rzeszów. We are both tired. We spent most of the day with family. As they did last time, they welcome us to their home. This morning we drove to Rzeszów to pick up our translator (and long-time genealogy researcher) Maciej Orzechowski from the train station. From there it was a 40 minute drive to the parish church in Spie. There we were going to meet my 3rd cousin Maria Puzio Furtak. The Puzio family is from Dad’s maternal grandmother’s family. We arrived a bit early and so as a promise to many of the Spie parish descendants in the USA-especially the various Facebook pages, I started taking lots of photographs of the graves in cemetery. Spie served many villages in the 19th century.

Maria arrived as well as her brother Stanisław. Stanisław ‘found’ me on the internet many years ago when searching for Puzio information. He saw a picture of his grandfather that I acquired from grandmother. We went to the ‘hometown’ village of Cisów-Las. First stopping in the same cemetery where Maria and Stanisław’s father and uncle are buried, then on to Maria’s house.

Maria’s home-updated since I saw it 10 years ago-is located where my great-grandma grew up. As I said 10 years ago, being on the family property is the true pilgrimage and high point of the trip. This land has been in the Puzio family for at least 6 generations.

In addition to Maria and her kids, Stanisław and his family, aunts and cousins soon arrived. Some came for a while to meet us and have a bite to eat before they had to leave. Some others came later and joined us. There was a lot of showing of pictures on my iPad. I often pulled up the genealogy website to explain how we are all related. And then there was all the food and drink.

Cheeses, cold cuts, kielbasa, bread, salads. Coffee, cake, homemade alcohol, Sopilca vodka, some other alcohol I didn’t taste. You get the point.

We were there for about 6 hours. Lots of photos were taken. I took some video of the family explain who was who in each picture. It was something to see how we have all aged in 10 years. Cousin Olga is like I remembered her-a loud and fast talker. Her aunt Irena is warm and give lots of hugs. She said to make sure I call her daughter in Canada and arrange to meet. Aneta, now married with three kids, was attempting to keep the children entertained and help in the kitchen. Maria and her mother were busy serving. All the chaos of several people speaking Polish fast and loud. I’m sure Maciej was doing his best to translate. I could grab a few words now again and reply in bits and pieces of bad Polish without all the declension of the nouns. Some of the family new more Polish than others. Another cousin spent 22 years in the States before returning to Poland. She took the opportunity to use as much English as she could. She would do the literal translation of ‘przepraszam, prosze’ to interrupt and ask questions-‘excuse me, please’.

Group photos were taken. A few of us went for a short walk so Stanisław, who was carrying both of his granddaughter, could explain the original size and property the Puzios owned. We returned to house and talked more and more food was brought out. Eventually people left and few of us remained and continued to talk out in the yard.

We left and went back to Spie to photo some more graves. Then on to Krzatka, the birthplace of my great grandfather Jozef Nowak. I took a picture of the land where his father lived.

Then it was a short drive to the original parish church in Majdan Krolweski. This was the Nowak family worshipped in the 19th century before the church in Krzatka was built in the 20th century. Maciej and I went into the church, where prayers were being said before the evening Mass. Maciej has done much research with the records of this parish over the years, but never had the chance to visit the church. We then went into the cemetery and did some photographing before we headed back to Rzeszow.

After dropping Maciej off at the train stations, we made our way to the hotel. We walked out to the Rynek, which is less than 100m from the hotel. There are many restaurants. I was slightly hungry, Rose had no interest in food after eating most of the day at Maria’s. The Rynek was jumping with people and I said I need some quiet time after all that family. We came back to the room for me to write the blog and decided if we get hungry we can snack in our room and get something later.

So for now from Rzeszow, I’ll wrap up.

Do zo.

[frombehindthepen]

The Power of Listening

The Power of Listening #Communications #Awareness #Talking #Conversations

Image Credit: Aneta Pawlik Over the weekend, I decided to reorganize my bookshelves, and oh Lord, what a bigger task it was than I thought. I purchased a bookcase which was smaller, that my husband and I put together since I had books that needed to be properly housed other than on the floor. Then I came across the book “The Summer of Swans” by Betsy Byars, and decided to reread it. The book…

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#Awareness #Communications #Listening #observances #Opinions #People #Talking

[s-arar]

- I think they thought I was going insane

- I think they thought I was a compulsive liar: I lied about going out one time, I lied about dating twice, then I lied about going to trivia, and I lied about going to some art thing

- I think they thought I was lonely, and strange, and didn’t have any friends

- I think they thought I was boring 

- I think they thought I was sexually strange: because of the rape thing, because of the lying about dating, because of the being bi and i told her that I’ve only dated woman before, because of the Mitchel thinking I was a flirt, because of the Seve thing, because of Vin, because of the multiple people giving me the card, because Dylan asked me what I thought about Adam, Because Dylan asked me if I’ve dated a lot, And when I told him i have dated one person felt like he started interrogating me, because that guy who had previously flirted with me when I looked at him they all looked weird, because aneta and alex had that convo w me about sex for the first time right after that thing happened, mitchel said enjoy as I was leaving, hamish, hamish, oscar, chris, because of me talking about simon and their reaction to it, because of autism boy, because of Adams reaction to me telling him i’m private

- but also if other people are flirting back is that so bad????

- because I stood too close to people

- because I yelled at the VR, because I was mad stared at the vr

- because I flirted with Hamish and because I made fun of Hamish’s friend

-

[zelkam]

going to my dad's empty apartment and seeing everything just... there and frozen in the daily life hit me way fucking more than the actual funeral yesterday

#Aneta talks #I disappeared a bit these days because Yeah #my dad passed away last week #like the tear off calendar still at the day of him going to the hospital or the mugs drying next to the sink or the coat by the front door #like I didn't have to go there for anything in the particular but I felt like I need to just to sit there a bit and let it sink in #parent death cw

[anetastoyanova]

#artists on tumblr #design #painting #graphic design #anetastoyanova #aneta talks

[matthewtkafuck]

#aneta and i were talking about this and i had to post it #*insert mouth and water emoji* #matthew tkachuk #calgary flames #sj @ cgy #feb 7 2019 #.gif*

[dailyreverie]

22. “I’d let you haunt me all night long.” + Poe Dameron :) Please!!!

Did I scare you?

A/N: Hiii Aneta! Thank you so much for your request! I really liked that prompt with Poe, so thank you for requesting it 💞 I hope you like it!

22. “I’d let you haunt me all night long.”

🎃 REQUEST YOUR FALL PROMPT 🍂

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Word count: 971 words

Warnings: Lots of bad words caused by being scared, Poe is a little shit, it gets kind of spicy at the end. 18+ ONLY

Nights around the base can be quiet, especially when there are no ongoing missions or someone out there waiting for a fleet to come back. There's the usual buzz, the one of an intergalactic war that makes the hairs on your nape stand at every howl of the wind, but without the franticness and craze, it can all get too quiet.

The dry and cold months that D'Qar is facing don't help. The leaves that fall from the trees are brown now, crunching every time the wind blows too loud, and not helping at all with the eerie atmosphere of the base. Night keeps arriving earlier as days go by, making you clutch your jacket tighter around your body as you finally make your way back to your quarters. The only sound is a faraway conversation and birds and creatures howling into the dark sky, and that same silence carries through the halls of the base.

There's such silence that the slightest sound of metal rolling against the concrete floors makes you stop and turn your head around immediately, your eyes looking around as if something would come out of the walls; yet, nothing happens. It's probably nothing, you shrug.

Your bed seems to scream at you to get in there when you see your door just around the corner. But then there's the sound again, making your feet stop once more, this time heavy steps are echoing against the walls but without anyone showing up. The feeling of a chill begins to spread over your back and you scoff at yourself, a peal of silent laughter directed to you as you realize the ridiculous situation.

It is just the weather, just the branches knocking against each other as the wind pushes them around. What else could it be? A force ghost? Or Maker forbid- a sith ghost? The ones from the legends and stories that you very much did not want to hear but were forced to last night? That's what you get when you talk about spirits, that's what happens when you speak ill of the dead.

Your feet pull you quickly towards your door again, trying to ignore every scary thought that comes to your mind as you rush down the hall. The safety of your quarters is just a few steps ahead, away from ghosts and apparitions and spirits. And you are so close when the whirring of metal against concrete makes your hands tremble as you reach the door, so close when a shadow jumps into your sight and pulls you into a nearby room

"Where are you going?" You could recognize that voice everywhere, but this time it makes you shriek in terror.

"Holy fucking hell, Poe!" Your hand flies to your chest, trying to stop your heart from jumping out of your chest. Poe looks amused at your sudden outburst, a funny look on his face as he holds your arms to keep you from falling.

"Did I actually scare you?"

"You scared the shit out of me! Why the hell did you do that" You swat at his chest. BB-8 rolls around the room you are in, creating the same metal sound from before. You realize then you are in his room. You laugh at yourself, shaking your head at how gullible you were. Sith ghosts, really?

Poe chuckles with the success of the mission of scaring you. Crinkles appear at the edges of his eyes as his chest rumbles with laughter.

"You are such an idiot."

"I agree, I totally am." He nods his head repeatedly, still laughing. Poe looks at you again but now with a more tender look in his eyes as he keeps rubbing your arms to calm you down. You smile at his attempt, feeling the goosebumps he had created leave your skin. "What did you think I was, sweetheart?"

"...a sith ghost." You hesitate to answer, knowing he would just laugh at you again. And he does. Poe's laughter vibrates against your chest as he pulls you in for a hug, holding you to keep himself balanced while he laughs. "It's not funny, Poe!"

You try to fight him, trying to escape from his grasp and push him, but he's holding you close and only leaving you with enough space to clutch your hands against the low collar of his shirt.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, baby, you are right, not funny." His arms cage you against the wall, leaning over you to kiss you softly as an apology. "Those stories really scared you, huh?"

"You know I hate ghost stories." You remind him, playing with the chain that hands from his neck and dangles in between your bodies.

His nose bumps against yours, teasing a kiss over your lips. "What if I was a ghost?" Poe's question makes no sense at all, but his hot breath hits your neck when he tilts his head to kiss it, and you seem to forget everything you know about ghosts and scary spirits.

You feel his rough hands roam over your body, landing at your waist to pull you closer to him as he parts your legs with his thigh.

"What would you do if I were a ghost?" Poe asks again, looking for your eyes as you let out a needy sigh.

"If you were a ghost? I- fuck..." You whimper against his lips when his thigh presses against your center, his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss that makes you both moan. Your hands reach for the collar of his shirt again, pulling his body towards yours in a desperate motion. "...I would let you haunt me all night long."

Poe chuckles against your lips, traveling down your jaw to your neck, peppering kisses in every inch of skin. "Let's see if you could last all night."

🍂🍂🍂

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[autumnleaves1991-blog]

The First - Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia NSFW

A/N: Aneta remember, you asked for this. 

Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF THE BEST WRITERS @stanningtoomanypeopleatonce​​ Who is spending her birthday writers stories for others. This one is for you. 

Pairing: Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F! Reader 

Warning: 18 + ONLY Explicit (Language, Oral (F! Receiving) Finger, dirty talk, kissing) 

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Santiago ran his hands through your hair as your eyes closed, kissing him softly. He moans, scooting closer to you across the couch as the kisses grow a little bolder. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip, begging for entrance, and you open, allowing him access. He licks inside your mouth, and your tongues tangle together in an intricate dance.  Your hands wind around his neck as you glide through the soft salt and pepper curls at the top of his head. The stubble on his face tickles your cheek, and you giggle. He pulls back, smiling goofily at you before he puts his stubble to your neck, and you burst out laughing.

He chuckles with you before his lips find themselves on your neck, sucking at the delicate skin. You bend your neck back, giving him more access, and you scoot closer. He helps lift you, so you straddle across his waist. Whimpering as you feel his hard cock bursting at the seams of his jeans press against the delicate fabric underneath your dress.

It was date night, and Santi cooked for you; a delicious stew made with thick chunks of beef, vegetables, and a rich broth and warm crusty bread. After you moved to the couch and he put on a movie, but that was quickly forgotten for other after-dinner entertainment. His hands move your hips in a rocking motion as you push against his length. He moans against the shell of your ear, “I want to taste you querida.”

You freeze, looking away from him and crawling off his lap. He looks at you carefully before he places a hand on your shoulder, “Are you okay?” his voice snaps you from your thoughts, and you look over at him. He approaches you like a frightened deer, “Talk to me, did I do something wrong?”

“No! No, it’s not you, I just...I never…” you trail off, embarrassed.

“No one’s ever gone down on you before?” You shake your head and sigh, dropping your head to your hands.

“The last couple guys I was with told me it was offensive for them to go down on a woman, that going down was only meant for women to do.” Santi is fuming when you look up at him, but he quickly reassures you it’s not about you.

“Those men are fucking weak. To have the honor to worship you with my tongue, sucking on that gorgeous pussy, and make you cum in my mouth. Querida, those morons had no idea what they are missing out on. Can, can I taste you? I want to be the first.” You nod, and he beams back at you. He turns around and finds the remote turning off the TV. “I want to hear every single little whimper and moan you give me, don’t be quiet, okay?”

You bite your lip, nodding, wondering what he’s going to do to you to evoke such a reaction. You stand before him and slip off your dress, watching as his eyes widen as more of you is revealed. You reach for the waistband of your panties, and he stops your hand, “Let me do it,” he says quietly.

You watch as he kneels before you and starts at your knee, kneading the fleshy meat of your thigh and running his tongue up your thigh, placing gentle kisses as he goes. He repeats with the other leg, his stubble causing a burning trail following the path he makes. You shiver as his hands nudge your thighs further apart, and he places a kiss on your clothed center. Flicking out with his tongue at the fabric already soaked with your juices. “So wet querida,” he chuckles deeply, “all ready for me.”

You whimper when he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and drags them down slowly, and tossing them to the floor. He sits and stares at your glistening cunt taking a deep hollow breath. “Lay down on the couch, Querida spread your legs. I want to watch you touch yourself.” You tremble and sit down, raising your knees to plant your feet on the couch as he kneels between your spread legs.

“Santi, what about your knees?” you ask, concerned.

“Querida, I want you to make yourself cum on my tongue. I want to pleasure you to the point of ecstasy. My knees can handle it. Now, show me how you pleasure yourself when I’m not there,” he sits back and watches as you reach between your legs and touch your aching clit, rubbing slow circles around it. “Hold on,” he reaches around you and unclasps your bra tossing it to the side with your panties. Your breasts pop free from their confines, and he twists a nipple between his fingers, trailing it over your stomach and through your folds, collecting your slick.

He pops the finger back into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it, pulling it out with a pop and smiling. “Fuck, I knew you would taste amazing. Keep going, sweet Querida.” You swirl your clit again and reach lower, sticking a finger in pumping them slowly.

“I don’t usually do it this way,” you murmur shyly, “I have a vibrator at home.”

He bites down hard on his knuckles and groans, “How about I take over then? Would that be okay?” You nod, and he smiles before pushing your hand away. He grabs your feet and slides them over his shoulders as he leans toward your pussy, giving it a tentative lick. “Squeeze your nipples like a good girl, pull tight. I promise it will feel good.”

You do as he says, taking your nipples between your fingers and massaging them, pulling tight to the ends and down as he commands. You whimper as he licks against your clit, swirling it between his tongue. When he sucks it into his mouth, you release one breast to run your fingers through his curls. Looking down to see his eyes dark and watching you as your mouth drops open and your breath grows erratic. He spears his tongue and dips it into your hot core, his thumb coming up to rub circles on your clit as he fucks you on his tongue.

Your hand pushing his face further into your soaking cunt, eyes never leaving your own. You mewl and cry out as the pleasure builds low in your belly. The sweat beginning to form a thin sheen on your brow. “Santi,” you cry quietly as he hits that particular spot making your eyes droop.

“Louder,” he rumbles against your pussy.

“Santi, I’m close,” you say louder, finally breaking eye contact and dropping your head back against the couch. He pulls away, and you whine.

“Eyes on me querida,” he commands, and you look down at him as he pushes two fingers into your pussy and sucks on your clit again.

“Fucking hell,” you curse, feeling the pleasure begin to flow over you. “Santi, Santi, Santi,” you whimper, and he smiles from between your legs before continuing to fuck you with his tongue.

“Louder,” he commands.

The combination of his mouth of you, his thumb rubbing your clit, and his command and the dam breaks. You scream out his name as you cum, coating his tongue in your pleasure as he licks up every single drop. Extending your orgasm for as long as he can. You push his head away, and he backs up, licking his lips and darkened eyes staring down at your clenching pussy. He slowly lowers your legs to the ground and climbs over your body to kiss you. You moan, tasting yourself on his tongue, the sharp tang from your juices.

“How was that?” He asks, pulling himself to sit next to you, interlacing his fingers with your own as you trying to control your breathing.

“All this time, that’s what I’ve been missing?!” you giggle and smile at him, “Can we do that again sometime?”

“Oh, Querida, we are not having sex tonight. I am going to eat you out on every single surface of this apartment. The kitchen counter, the dining room table, the bedroom, the chair….” he keeps naming places, sealing each word with a kiss to some exposed part of your body. “Tonight is all about pleasuring you, my love.” He stands and pulls you from the couch, walking over to the dining room table, taking a seat, and patting the tabletop. “I’m ready for my second course,” he grins like a kid on Christmas morning.

You hop up and lay back as he dives in again, not wasting a moment to let you settle. And he made good on his promise six orgasms later… The man grinned like a Cheshire cat everywhere you went for the next month, knowing he gave you your first experience with oral, and if he played his cards right, he would be the last.

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#Oscar Isaac #Triple Frontier #Triple Frontier Fic #santiago pope garcia #Santiago pope garcia x reader #Aneta is gonna freak when she reads this #But it's not my fault #She asked for this #I did nothing wrong #Santiago Garcia #santiago garcia x reade #female reader

[circus-of-nox]

• Episode 1 • Posted March 2nd, 2022 •

Emmy's Night at the Circus

It was a hot and humid evening, and young eight-year-old Emmy, having come to the carnival to see the Circus of Nox's last show of the night with her mother Aneta, excitedly bounced up and down at the stand of a carnival game, this was her third try to win a stuffed elephant for knocking down a tower of bottles with a baseball. She was handed a new ball, got herself ready, and then threw it with all of her might... and missed. The worker in the stand apologized, and her mother gently grasped her hand and told her she would buy her cotton candy. Emmy reluctantly accepted. The night was growing a bit later now, and it seemed a few things were beginning to pack up for the night. Even with the temperature dropping a bit, it was still a very warm night. At the cotton candy stand, Emmy stood a bit stubbornly. She looked around herself, and some activity caught her eye. A tent closer to the big top, tucked into the back, with a sign reading "FREAKSHOW! ODDITIES AND CURIOSITIES!" in a rather playful font. Out of the tent ran two older preteen boys, laughing and commenting about some "thing" they saw inside. She became very curious and ran over to the tent. There was a sign hung on a chain in front of the opening that the older boys had lifted and ducked under. The sign read, "Closed, On Break".

There was a gust of unusually cool air coming from beneath the curtains. Emmy paused, welcoming the difference in temperature. She became curious about the interior of this rather well decorated small tent, and with the cool air being an additional draw, she approached, lifted the curtain, and looked inside. Walls had been set up on opposite sides, with the front and back having an entrance and exit, with shelves set up against each wall, and an individual stand in the middle of the tent. Along the shelves were lines of jars, odd boxes, and various items. Sitting at the back of the tent was a rather large electrical fan, set at a gentle speed. Emmy walked into the tent hesitantly, she was nervous but much too curious to resist. As she walked slowly, she saw that the jars contained mostly odd aquatic creatures, all of which she hadn't even heard of in school yet, some of which she didn't wish to approach. One fish with particularly iridescent scales caught her attention, they looked as if made of glittering diamonds, and she stepped up to it for a closer look. She wondered at the creature. She then glanced to the side of it, and its neighboring creature was not quite so pleasant, propped up on a box, it looked like a fish with a human face. She backed up in repulsion. Looking around her, up on the walls, hung too high for a child her height to get a good look at, were curious artifacts and a couple of what looked like the heads of animals with bizarre deformations. Multiple features such as noses, sets of eyes, or even heads. Mounts of creatures mixed with other creatures. Pieces of what must have been fearsome beasts, preserved in more jars. She started to become very unsettled by the things in that tent. She then heard a soft "Meow?", and turned to see a black cat with tuxedo-like white markings, wearing a collar.

Eager for pleasant interaction, she followed the cat out of the tent's exit and, without noticing, bumped into the back of a small person who was standing talking to someone else just outside. The person, only roughly a foot taller than her, turned and when she looked at their face, the face of a young canine was there instead of that of a human child. She gasped and stumbled to the side. It was the wolf boy she had seen in the posters around the carnival. "Hey! are you okay kid?" He spoke. Next to him stood something even scarier - A bizarre, startling creature that had features of multiple animals. The size of a dog, with a deer's back legs, paws on its front legs, tail and head like a fox, a pair of bat wings, antlers upon its head, and most disturbingly, a third eye in the middle of its forehead. Emmy let out a small scream and ran, running further to the back of the circus, where only those who worked for the circus went, among the caravans and cars. She stumbled, and fell, looking around her, she realized she was lost. She began to cry loudly, bawling for her mother. A gentle hand touched her shoulder, she looked and saw the lady from the fortune teller poster. Esmeralda, in her ornate clothing, smiled warmly as she knelt down to the little girl. "Hiya, sweetie, are you lost?"

Emmy nodded through her tears. Suddenly, the dog boy came running, stopping as he saw Esmeralda helping the little girl stand up. "Oh good, you got her." He said. Emmy shrunk away from him a bit. "Easy, Paxton, she's scared..." Esmeralda said softly as she held her hand. Then, the ringmaster from earlier, Elijah Nox, came up to them, accompanied by the strange deer creature and another lady, his wife Molly Nox. "Looks like someone got a little lost, eh?" Elijah said in his slightly gravelly voice. Molly approached the girl with open arms. "Oh little darlin', come here, we'll make those scrapes all better, and find your momma for you, okay?" She was so warm and welcoming, that Emmy let Esmeralda pass her hand to Molly's. As she approached, she looked over at the deer-like creature and cringed a little bit. Elijah noticed this. "Are you scared of little ole Whimsy?" He said, as gently as he could sound. He crouched down to her level, then looked to the animal named Whimsy and called it over to him. It approached slowly. "What's yer name, kiddo?" He asked the little girl. "Emmy Melnyk..." She said hesitantly. "Emmy, this is Whimsy. I promise ya she's gentle as a lamb." Whimsy walked up closer to Emmy as he said that. "Can I have your hand?" Elijah asked. Emmy hesitantly obliged and closed her eyes out of nervousness. Very soon she felt a cold nose, followed by soft fur, followed by the wet touch of a deer-like tongue. Emmy opened her eyes to see Whimsy gently nuzzling and licking her hand, and she couldn't help but giggle. The little creature didn't seem so scary anymore, even when she blinked all three of her big eyes at the little girl. And everything else didn't seem quite so scary anymore, either.

Back behind the big top, Emmy sat on a stool, her legs dangling. Molly proceeded to bandage the girl's knee. "There we go, missy... All better." She said with a smile. "Thank you..." Emmy said, now smiling. "Of course, dear. But you have to stay by your mother from here on out, okay?" Molly requested. Emmy smiled and nodded. As if on cue, her mother came through the large curtains at that moment, "Emmy!" She said with relief and excitement. "Mommy!" The little girl cheered as she hopped off the stool and ran to her mother, into a tight embrace. Molly couldn't help but smile. Beside the mother came Willy, the young clown, and Elijah. Emmy's mother looked to Elijah and then to Molly, "Thank you so very much for finding her... I don't know how to repay you for it." She said. "No payment needed, dear." Molly said. "Nah. In fact..." Elijah said, reaching into his sleeve. "What would this be stuck in here?" He said playfully, shaking out a very small stuffed toy elephant. He gave the toy to Emmy, who cheered. "Oh thank you thank you!" She smiled and hugged the toy. "You are very dear people. Thank you." The mother said as she then left with Emmy, holding her hand. As Emmy looked back as they left, she saw Elijah hug his wife. They were kind. They weren't scary like some people say, they were just a family. They weren't like rumor said they were, and Emmy would remember that, and this night, forever.

Thank you very much for reading! This is the very first story of a series. More is in the works!

Logo Art and Story by @werifesteria-art

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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[genshinboys]

I'm starting a new game and... I fell for the hot one inthe game for once! I'm still surprised ngl

This is so strange... I never like the ones that the fandom loves the most?? Zhongli, Itto, Albedo and Tohma for instance... This is so new to me.

Plus, the dude's hot and dense. Perfect duo.

There is this one that's like all sweet with a temper... But the hot dude's still winning.

Okay, ted talk over. Hiiiiiii, Aneta!! How are you?? Here, have some flowers and hearts as a token of my appreciation for you beautifully and well written stories: 🌸🌸💞💞

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What game are you talking about now??? Tell me right away, I'm curious 🙃

I've started playing Nu Carnival. Have you ever heard about it? There is this one Big Big XL guy Quincy and my heart goes BA-DUM BA-DUM whenever I see him 👀👀👀

I'm fine! Thank you for asking my lovely anon 🌸🌸🌸 just busy as usual but I've managed to write some bits and pieces of ayato dating app hcs. Hopefully I'll have more time at the weekend to continue writing.

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