#but its a lovely passion project to have so no complaints from me

[lolliepopcrusader]

Calling all chronic creatives - here's how to up your crochet game!

I'm an avid crocheter, but holding the hook for long periods of time became exhausting and painful. Being chronically ill, losing the ability to enjoy my hobbies was tough for me accept.

My husband took me to the craft store and we purchased a ergonomic crochet handle. This handle needed to fit my criteria;

able to hold a variety of hook sizes

hold up to high tension crochet projects (I do a lot of amigurumi crochet, which you need to complete with tight tension)

reduce my wrist/hand pain

reduce the amount of grip strength needed to hold the hook to avoid fatigue

This ergonomic crochet handle *seemed* to tick all these boxes. It was quite an expensive purchase and to be honest, I was disappointed in it in all aspects.

The purchased handle uses small rubber stoppers to hold the crochet hook in place, but as you are crocheting the hook works loose and spins around inside it. The handle itself was too small, making it painful to hold. I had to use a lot of grip strength to keep it in my hand, which is what I was trying to avoid by purchasing the darn thing. The little knobbly bit at the end really dug into my hand and hurt. It was so annoying to use and I gave up on it altogether after three days of using it (not to mention one of the rubber pieces broke apart within hours).

I expressed my disappointment to my husband, and he decided to come to my rescue! Over the course of a week, he designed me his own ergonomic crochet handle in a computer program called CAD. He then printed it out using his 3D printer. I can't even begin to tell you how much I love this new handle - its a game changer!

During the design process, he took into consideration all of my complaints about the disappointing handle and my criteria that I had listed. The handle he designed is bigger, so it uses less grip strength to hold it in place which also reduces my pain.

Instead of using rubber stoppers like the other handle, he designed a 'lock and key' system for keeping the crochet hooks in place and it works fabulously! The hook never moves and I'm really rough with my crochet hooks. It holds up to my high tension crochet projects and I have completed many amigurumi with it, even small, intricate items. Since it is designed with the lock and key system, my husband was easily able to print different keys to be able to hold multiple sizes. I've got keys ranging from 1.25mm all the way up to 6mm!

I can now crochet for hours on end and I swear my crochet skills have gotten so much better.

After expressing my delight at the crochet handle my husband designed for me, both him and I want others to be able to experience the freedom that I now have when crocheting. With chronic illnesses, its important for you to be able to continue with your passions as much as possible, so we have decided to make this crochet handle a sellable physical item for others to enjoy.

Here's the link to purchase one if you would like to give it a go!

Each crochet handle will come with the hook sizes;

1.25mm

2mm

3mm

4mm

4.25mm

5mm

6mm

If you want other hook sizes, send us a message and we can design one.

The cost of the handle and keys covers the cost of the 3D printing material, we are not making a profit off of this because we want as many people suffering from chronic illness to be able to enjoy crocheting again. We are happy to post internationally as we are based in New Zealand, send us a message before purchasing so that I can get you the cost of shipping.

I hope you will love this crochet handle and hook set as much as I have!

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[yandere-sins]

Hi, I saw that your request were open and that you want to write more ab Vil from TWST so I wanted to request him making his kidnapped darling try on the clothes he got for her or giving her a makeover if she wants more insecure before he took her (also I love your writing so much ♥️♥️♥️)

Thank you for requesting my little prince ♥ I hope you enjoy it!

Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content

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Vil thought for a moment as he watched you standing on the pedestal, surrounded by mirrors that allowed him to see all sides of you.

Stiffly, awkwardly, with your hands curled into fists. Tears ruined some of your make-up, your eyes puffy, and your lips chewed on. You strictly avoided any glance into the mirrors as if the sight of yourself was too much to bear. Instead, you stared daggers at him, the scowl creating wrinkles on your lovely face, yet Vil had no other choice than to describe you as utterly...

Beautiful.

If he had to guess, you had been over playing dress-up with him after the third outfit. But when you didn't show the proper excitement about your new wardrobe, Vil continued putting new outfits together regardless of your opinion. Now at number thirteen, a floor-length, purple, flowy dress with two high slits on either side of your legs and the sweetest of necklines, he had found his personal favorite for you.

"Stunning," he sighed, pleased with the gratifying view in front of him. Nothing he put on you had come close to how beautifully this dress accentuated your body, every movement accompanied by a flowing swish or draping of the fabric that left nothing and everything to one's imagination. He would have praised himself for picking out the right outfit to suit you, but Vil was no liar. It was you who suited the outfit, not the other way around.

"Are we done now?" you asked with gritted teeth, and Vil tsked at your raised shoulders and hunched back while you bottled up your anger.

His eyes snapped from your body to yours, the darkest flames of hatred burning in them, accompanied by... insecurity. True, you might detest him for the rigid regime of perfection he put you through. You were his new project, his muse, his obsession. But Vil had no problem fighting your fire with passion, your lips always soft, no matter how harsh your words could be.

However, he drew the line at your insecurity.

"Turn around and show me the back," he ordered, rising from his lavish, cushioned chair reserved only for him. To admire you, watch his most precious possession from the comfort worthy of the housewarden. But it would never measure up to the fluttering feelings in his stomach, the jittering of his fingers, and the faltering breaths in his lungs from being near you. No comfort was greater than the excitement of standing beside you, close enough to smell you, almost touching. If only you knew how much you were ruining Vil by simply existing, surely you'd have wholly and utterly destroyed him by now. He would have let you.

"I don't want to--"

"Turn. Around."

Your complaint fell on deaf ears, and it almost broke his heart to see you lower your gaze away from his in what Vil could only assume was defeat and fear. One of these days, he'd let go of the leash he held you so tightly with, but only when you were ready to stand next to him proudly. When you were ready to take the control from him—and he was ready to give the control over him up to you.

Not a day Vil thought would come soon, but one he would never have expected to anticipate quite so eagerly.

Until then, he'd be the one to guide you, fingertips slipping under your chin when you tried to avoid your reflection in the mirror. You gripped the fabric of the dress tightly, trying to hold on to something as your fear began to rake its nasty claws through your captivating mind. Vil knew he couldn't stop these thoughts from appearing, but he'd play his part in annihilating them. He couldn't understand how you could fear something as perfect and wonderful as you were, but he knew you well enough to see the signs of you slipping from your feisty self to the one you didn't like as much.

"Look at you, Darling. See how dazzling you are."

"I am not!"

"You are! Take a look—for me."

Your jaw remained firm against his fingertips even when Vil applied pressure. He saw no betterment of your posture or any tension slipping out of your shoulders, and he sighed. It wasn't his first time having to coerce you, and it certainly wasn't going to be the last.

Grabbing a tissue from a nearby box, he stepped around you, blocking your view of the mirrors with his body while wiping off the ruined mascara from your cheeks. Your lipgloss was always at the ready in his pocket, a little trinket when he had to be away from you and missed you and your lips.

You might have flinched back from his efforts, but even a smear of lipgloss was easily fixed by his skilled hands, the product evenly distributed with a kiss. It brought back that adorable scowl of yours, but at least for a moment, you were distracted enough to look up at him again.

And there you were, his perfect, strong-willed darling that could shatter his whole world.

He leaned forward, unable to hold back kissing that defiant mouth of yours even when you stemmed your hands into his chest. The cherry flavor of the lipgloss was exquisite, as was the flustered expression. There was nothing unlovable about you, his hands brushing along your sides with all the discipline Vil could muster to not rip that beautiful dress off your body and make you come undone until you'd see your own beauty in the chaos he'd create with you.

"Now, please, if you would," Vil mused, reluctant to part, yet set on his mission of proving your worth to you. Brushing his thumb briefly over your forehead to remind you of your wrinkles, he stepped behind you again, hands never leaving your curves. You tried to lower your face almost immediately to avoid looking forward, but this time, one of his hands wrapped around your chin faster than you could react, keeping your head locked in place. Your eyes darted side to side, up and down, but Vil was patient. This was a matter of patience to him, not a matter of effort.

You were beautiful without any effort applied. From the moment he met you, inside and out, he knew you were beautiful. Worthy to stand beside him. Worthy of ruining him. To break apart this carefully structured image of himself. Only you could allow him to truly be who he was—a lover. Obsessive and possessive, but a lover regardless. A lover of arts, beauty, and you. His only task was to make you understand your place in life and the power you had deep inside you.

"Please," he reiterated, shaking your head curtly to make you refocus your attention on what he wanted you to do. You inhaled deeply before finally caving to his demands. Beautiful and strong-willed as you were in defying him, you were just as exquisite when you ceased the resistance and relied on him, soothing that suppressed part of his that wanted to be needed and loved by you desperately.

"I look..." you mumbled, fighting against his grip on your jaw. For a moment, he could see the flames of fight in your eyes, and Vil readied himself with the tingle of excitement in his stomach. But then the fire dimmed before vanishing completely, your gaze slipping down your body.

"Okay... I guess."

"Okay?!" Vil couldn't help the appalled gasp escaping him as he repeated your judgment of yourself. No matter how many times he fought your demons with you, it never ceased to surprise him how cruel they were. There you stood, a marvel and a star reborn as a whole galaxy, and thought of yourself as just 'okay'?

You could have very well gouged out his eyes and rammed a dagger in his stomach with how much that hurt him.

"Look at you! Look again!" Vil demanded, and you winced, his sudden grip on your hair forcing you to look up as he pushed you toward the mirror. "This is a gift! You are stunning, marvelous, to keel over for!"

"It's fine! It's a nice dress! Vil that hurts--!"

"No, not the dress, love! You! You are stunning and beautiful, do you understand?"

Your face contorted into a pained grimace as you tried to brace yourself against the mirror with one hand, the other reaching to the one lodged in your hair. Drastic situations needed drastic measures, and Vil would never be too shy to do what he had to make you understand your worth.

"I- I understand!" you finally gave in, and his hand was gone before you knew it, the pained sensation replaced with a swift turning your body around and a kiss to take your breath away.

"Say it," Vil mustered in between kisses, caging your body between the mirror and his, his hands falling to your thighs, running higher, thankful for the slits in the dress. On second thought, he could never have you wear it in public—it was much too revealing. No one should ever look at what was only his. But for his private enjoyment, this was perfect, and Vil was happy to show you just how stunning you were with the help of the indulgent dress.

"I'm pretty."

"Beautiful."

"I'm beautiful."

"Gorgeous, mesmerizing."

"Gorgeous—ah!"

His grip on your ass made you lose your concentration for a moment, but when Vil's teeth grazed your lips in warning, you remembered the mantra he was going on about. "Mesmerizing..." you mumbled, breath hitching as he massaged your backside.

"You are, baby. So stunning, the most dazzling creature in this world."

Prying himself away from your lips cost Vil most, if not all, of his hard-earned discipline, but he was far from done with you. He knew that if he didn't burn these opinions into your mind, they'd disappear and leave another hole for you to sink into. He was not going to allow that.

"Look at you," he ordered, turning you around again to face the mirror, pressing your face against it until your hot breath fogged the surface. 

"Don't stop looking while I show you how beautiful you are."

You didn't seem to expect anything, much less to see the proud and proper housewarden sink to his knees behind you. But there was beauty to be shown in your most vulnerable moments, and a dress was so easily pushed aside, giving him access to the space he forbade you to hide with any underwear.

He checked one more time if you were looking, both pleased and angry, that your eyes had fallen on him instead of yourself, wide open and with a hint of surprised anticipation of what he was going to do next. But you'd be looking straight ahead soon enough because what he was about to do would make you forget all your hesitations and insecurities, leaving only room to realize your true, amazing, stunning self.

After all, his tongue could do much more than speak words you barely believed. It could also make you see what you truly were when you were most vulnerable:

Beautiful.

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[hard-core-super-star]

Hey, I have a hailee steinfeld x reader request:

Reader is Chris Hemsworth's cousin (meaning she's aussie.) And she is dating Hailee Steinfeld. (But the relationship is a private relationship.) She plays Spider-Woman in Hawkeye and Kate Bishop's love interest. So, in an interview for ATSV, they talk about Readers Spider-Woman making an appearance in the movie.

karma is the girl on the screen coming straight home to me [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: hailee steinfeld x hemsworth!reader

summary: having to do interviews with your girlfriend comes with its own set of challenges. thankfully, you always have each other's back.

warnings: none, just fluff with a side of plot; abrupt start and even more abrupt ending; light mentions of anxiety

wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: this request spent almost a month in my inbox and i am so sorry for that. i hope you like it despite the long wait!

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You look up from your phone at the sound of footsteps approaching. There’s no way to hide the smile that spreads across your features once you catch sight of who’s walking toward you.

“Don’t tell me you started missing me already, Steinfeld.”

She rolls her eyes affectionately at the use of her last name, an old habit that still lingers between the two of you sometimes. “You wish, Hemsworth. Just came to tell you we have five minutes before the interview starts. Wouldn’t want you to be late. Again.”

“That’s a low blow. You’re the reason I was late last time.”

“Weird. I don’t remember it like that.”

“Why am I not surprised?” You reply, attempting to sound annoyed and failing miserably.

She takes a quick look around before reaching out for your hands. You welcome the physical affection a little too eagerly for someone who was trying so hard to make fun of her a few seconds ago. If she notices, she doesn’t comment on it, clearly just as starved for contact as you are.

As much as you love being a part of interviews and getting to talk about projects you’re passionate about, you hate how little time you get to spend with Hailee. At least when you did the Hawkeye press junket you got to do almost every single interview with her due to the curiosity and impact of your character’s developing relationship. This time, however, your role has been the supportive girlfriend.

Despite the excitement from the fans about your character making a not-so-secret appearance in Across the Spider-Verse, all the journalists seemed to prefer to steer clear of having both you and Hailee in the same room to avoid being responsible for accidentally outing you. Just because your relationship is of a more private nature doesn’t mean either of you is doing a great job at keeping your obvious feelings in check.

Hence why it was decided you wouldn’t participate in many interviews. The last thing you need is another nepotism scandal.

“You nervous?” She asks, her previous teasing tone disappearing into thin air once she notices how spaced out you seem to be.

You shake your head in response almost as if that will get rid of the worries lingering in the back of your mind. “Me? Of course not, what’s there to be nervous about?”

She laughs, the sound soft and sweet. “Right. Well, since you’re not nervous then I guess you don’t want a kiss for good luck…”

“You’re a cruel woman, Hailee Steinfeld.”

“Just the way you like it,” she replies with a wink.

She starts to walk away but you pull her back toward you before she can get too far. You know you played right into her hand when you catch sight of the growing grin on her face but you’re too happy to care. You wrap your arms around her neck, careful not to mess up her hair, before connecting your lips in a slow kiss.

Her hands land on your waist long enough to pull you flush against her in an intimate embrace. Time seems to slow down to a crawl while you both relish this brief moment of affection.

It ends too fast for your liking and you have to swallow back your complaints, knowing it’s just a matter of time before people from both of your PR teams start looking for you. “We’re not done here. Just so you know.”

“Trust me-” She gives your lips one last peck before she steps away from you. “I know.”

You let her walk away first, taking a moment to thank the universe for bringing this woman into your life before following after her. You quickly arrive at the interview room and go through all the formal introductions before taking your seat next to Hailee. She shoots you a quick smile that you waste no time in returning.

The next few minutes pass by in an exciting blur of people setting up all the microphones and cameras and it’s not until the interviewer sits down in front of you that your previous nervousness rears its head again. You try to tell yourself you’re worrying over nothing but almost every interview has gone the exact same way since you joined the MCU. The only thing that brings you some reassurance is that Across the Spider-Verse is something completely different and can’t be linked to your last name. Unfortunately, that leaves the door right open for a different set of accusations regarding the brunette sitting by your side.

The interview starts in a very standard way with the first few questions being the same opening questions you’ve gotten in every other interview. You don’t really mind but you do wish people could come up with something better than,”How excited are you about this movie?”

Your complaints fade away once you’re forced to focus on the next batch of questions. “So, y/n, this was your first time doing voice acting for a movie, how different was portraying Spider-Woman in this way compared to Hawkeye?”

You give a pretty ordinary answer, waiting until you’ve fully answered the question to add in a comment that you know will be floating around your Twitter feed for most of the week. “And I definitely had to tone down my flirting this time around.”

“Was that hard for you?” The interviewer replies, not so subtly straddling the border between keeping the conversation flowing and pointing out you and Hailee’s closeness.

Your answer comes with its own set of badly hidden romantic undertones. “I mean, have you seen this woman?”

“Way to keep it professional, y/n,” Hailee says, her smile obvious in her tone.

“I just have too much charm to keep contained, darling.”

You turn your head just enough for your eyes to meet hers. A charged moment of silence passes before she looks away, muttering something about how unbelievable you are through a soft chuckle.

You almost forget where you are until the interviewer speaks up again and brings you right back to reality. “The internet certainly agrees with you, y/n. Apparently, you take after your cousin.”

“Which one?” You joke.

You can already tell where the conversation is going to go but you do your best to appear unbothered.

“Oh, you know, tall, blonde, also an Avenger.”

You suppress the urge to roll your eyes but the shift in your posture doesn’t go unnoticed by Hailee. It never does.

“Right, that one. Annoying fella, isn't he?”

It’s easier to mask your annoyance as playful teasing if you direct your energy toward your cousin and not the interviewer in front of you.

“So annoying,” Hailee joins in, making a show of mimicking your accent.

You shoot her a brief but grateful smile. One she returns with the smallest nod of her head, almost as if silently telling you she’s got your back. And you don’t doubt for a second that she does.

Unfortunately for the two of you, your attempt at changing the topic of conversation goes completely ignored by the interviewer. “Still, it must be great to have support from your own family when it comes to projects like this.”

“Yeah, it’s always fun to remind Chris he never got his own show.”

Hailee makes a face at your comment and you can already imagine the “Memefeld” tweets it will create. “Technically the show isn’t yours.”

“It’s not yours either, there’s still two Hawkeyes.”

“I…yeah, okay, you got me there.”

“So, the criticism doesn’t bother you?” He continues. “It’s hard to deny the connection between your recent projects and the closest people in your life.”

This time Hailee’s the one who stiffens up and, despite the way your heart flutters in your chest at her protective nature, you decide to reply before she gets the chance to. “I appreciate people’s concern but I think they’re overestimating the importance of my personal life and greatly underestimating my talent. I’m not really bothered by it, I just ignore it, to be honest. Call it taking a page out of Taylor’s book.”

You turn to look at your girlfriend with a subtle smirk on your lips. She already knows exactly what you mean but she plays along with you anyway. “Which one? Shake it off?”

“I was thinking of Karma but sure,” you say with a shrug. “Except for the ‘guy on the screen’ part.”

Even though you mumble the last part, you know the microphone picked you up loud and clear. If your choice is between nepotism scandals and dating rumors, you’ll take the dating rumors any day. Hailee’s team probably doesn’t agree so it’s a good thing your agent is the one in the room and not Hailee’s.

Almost as if on cue, she steps in with a random excuse to end the interview. You don’t really pay attention to whatever words get exchanged since you’re too busy admiring your girlfriend.

You can already imagine the tweets and the headlines this interview will create but you don’t really mind. All you really care about is getting to go home with Hailee.

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[omegaxlore]

어둠 - 문제현

word count : 2568 trigger / contant warning(s): implied death

For as long as Jehyun could remember he always gravitated towards darker areas. And no not like violence or like mentally darker areas. Physically darker areas. Places with no light. He felt more comfortable and able to focus when in a darker place. 

His eye sight when he was outside during the day or in a brightly lit room was poor. So poor that the optometrist was shocked at how poor his eyesight was. Jehyun was prescribed a heavy prescription. But Jehyun found out quickly, in school, on a movie day that his eyesight was perfect in the dark. 

When he got home from school that day he tested his eyesight in the dark once more and even told his parents. His parents tested it. They found it strange but didn’t see the need to take Jehyun to the doctor. They simply concluded that Jehyun’s eyes are just sensitive and poor in light. Easy answer, I guess.

So Jehyun continued growing up with his poor light eyesight and perfect night vision. Oftentimes Jehyun would wear jackets into class and keep the hood over his head to lessen the light entering his eyes. It helped just a little, but still was never enough. 

Jehyun also found it harder to focus in the light. He would rather fall asleep or keep his eye down to keep the light out. But Jehyun always succeeded in his tests, classwork, and school work so his teachers allowed him to do what he needed unless he was needed with his head up- which was always down without complaint.

As Jehyun grew older he found a passion for painting and drawing. He would ALWAYS be in the art room, preferably with as little light if it was allowed. 

Jehyun never stopped painting. When he finished one he moved onto the next project.

You never found white, black, or anything between the two colors in his painting. Not even on a microscopic level. Jehyun loves color. He wants to see the world in the brightest and vibrant colors one day without having to be so sensitive to the light. It’s his goal. His dream.

Jehyun also found a love for reading. Well reading one specific book. He’s read it well over a 1,000 times in his life. He never got sick of the story line. Although he could recite the book in his sleep he could never find himself moving on to another book. So when Jehyun wasn’t completing school work or painting he was reading. 

Ω

Tucked away in the darkest corner of the library, Jehyun sits against the wall, as well as pinned by a bookshelf. His glasses sit atop his head as he reads away his book for the up most millionth time.

“That book looks very loved,” a voice breaks Jehyun’s train of thought. Jehyun looks up from his book. His eyes meet with the person standing in front of him, the person invading his me time.

“Oh, I’ve just had this book for a very long time. It’s my favorite,” Jehyun raises his book a little to show it off.

“It’s quite a story and a long journey the character goes through. I read it a long time ago,” they tell Jehyun, “I’m Poaegi.”

“Jehyun,” he half smiles and opens his book again, hoping Poaegi would catch the hint he wants to read his book, alone.

“You know, “Poaegi starts and Jehyun internally screams, “at my library in the town over I have a first edition of that book just laying around. It’s yours if you want it. It’s still in its packaging- never been open or touched.”

If Jehyun had little cat ears they would have perked up. Poaegi had his full and undivided attention now. 

“You’d really just give it to me?” Jehyun asks.

“Yeah,” Poaegi nods, “I would just like you to hear me out.” Poaegi pulls out a notebook, and rips a small piece of paper out from it. Poaegi scribbles some words down and hands it to Jehyun.

“Whenever you have a moment, just stop by. I’m there 99% of the time,” Poaegi smiles.

Poaegi walks away, finally leaving Jehyun alone. Jehyun looks down at the note to find an address to a library. He places it in his bag and continues on reading.

Ω

Jehyun, honestly, couldn’t believe he found himself standing in front of Ethereal Trove library the very next day. But he really wanted that first edition. It goes for thousands of dollars and while Jehyun loved the story he could never justify spending that much for it when he could buy a cheaper copy of it at any book store.

Jehyun takes a deep breath before walking up the library steps. He opens the heavy doors, struggling a little, and walks inside. 

It’s pitch black. It took a single blink for Jehyun’s eyes to adjust and he could see perfectly fine. He removes his glasses and puts them in his bag.

“I thought the darkness would be a lot easier on your eyes,” Poaegi suddenly appears in front of Jehyun.

“How did you know I can see in the dark?” Jehyun questions, ready to bolt out the door behind him.

“Well you were reading in the darkest corner of the library, just assumed really,” Poaegi lies. Poegi knows everything there is about Jehyun’s little abilities, although Jehyun doesn’t see them as abilities.

“Here!” Poaegi holds out a dusty package, “I’m sorry it was dusty. I just pulled it out of the stack of books it was in. I didn’t have time to wipe it down before you walked in.” Jehyun takes the package and slowly opens it. He pulls out the books and gasps. It indeed was the first edition of the book. A hard cover too.

“This. This is amazing,” Jehyun breathlessly looks over the book, “are you sure I can just have it?” 

“Yeah,” Poaegi reassures, “for as long as this library has been open nobody has even wanted to check out the first edition… well my parents kept them hidden. But they’re gone now. So I make the decisions. I rather see it go to someone who will take care of it.”

Jehyun smiles, looking over the book, but then looks up, “you said I could have this if I hear you out. Did you want to talk about something?”

“Oh that! Yes!” Poaegi chirps up, “follow me.” Poaegi starts walking away, not waiting for Jehyun. Jehyun runs after them , putting his new book into his bag.

“Can you also see in the dark? How are you avoiding all these piles of books?” Jehyun asks, constantly having to watch his step.

“I can’t see as well as you but I have walked this library so many times so I could do it blind as well,” Poaegi explains. Poaegi opens a door and walks into a small room. Jehyun walks in behind them.

“What is this room?” Jehyun asks. It’s dimly lit and Jehyun could make out the colors in the room. 

“This is the Shadow room,” Poaegi smiles, “it’s suppose to be your room. But that’s if you want it. Just let me explain it all.” Jehyun walks around the room admiring the small bookshelves and the little artifacts laying around on the shelves. He looks up and it’s just pure black- he can’t see beyond it which was unusual for him.

“The reason you can see in the dark is because you have these abilities. Night vision is just one of them,” Poaegi starts, “you are an Ethereal Moon Jehyun. Created by the universe to help those who cannot protect themselves.”

Jehyun turns his attention away from the black abyss above him and looks at Poaegi like they’re crazy.

“Just trust me,” Poaegi tells him, “ reach your hand towards the shadow above you.” Jehyun hesitates a minute. But he takes his bag off his shoulder, gently setting it on the ground before slowly raising his hand towards the black abyss above him.

His fingers graze the shadows, causing an icy feeling against his finger tips. Suddenly the shadows quickly circle his hand and then over his body, causing his entire body to chill. The shadows his the floor and run away from Jehyun. All around the room the shadows take form and perform a scene.

Jehyun watches in amazement. The shadows perform a scene from his book. Almost in fluid shadow like motions. 

“How-” Jehyun watches the scene unfold before the shadows crumble and float back towards the ceiling.

“You are the Darkness Ethereal,” Poaegi tells him, “you have the abilities to manipulate shadows, create shadow illusions, night vision, and it’s rumored you can also turn into a shadow.”

Jehyun stands there, not really sure what to say. Could he believe any of this? It’s like one of the stories he read a long time ago came to life.

“Try touching the shadows again, but this time, think of something for them to do,” Poaegi encourages. Jehyun looks back up towards the ceiling of shadow. He could see it now. The slow circulating movements. Jehyun watches for a moment, thinking about what he wanted to do.

He reaches his hand into the shadows, he takes a deep breath. The icy feeling climbs down his fingertips to his arms and slowly the rest of his body is icy cold. The shadows once again circle Jehyun before running across the floor. This time the Shadows lay still on the floor for a moment. Poaegi and Jehyun wait.

Slowly the shadows rise and begin to tell a story- their story.

“You asked for their story,” Poaegi says. They watch completely enthralled with what the shadows had to offer. It shows another man.

“The Darkness Ethereal before you,” Poaegi explains. The man moves around the room controlling the shadows and the shadows move around completely crazy tasks. The time speeds up and it feels like Poaegi and Jehyun are being suffocated by the shadows before they stop. A dark monstrous shadow enters the room and takes the Ethereal shadow man and the Shadows stop telling the story, and retreat to the ceiling.

Poaegi’s eyes are filled with tears.

“What was that? What happened?” Jehyun asks.

Poaegi takes an audible breath, “that is why I need you. That very thing we just saw.” Poaegi leans themselves on the wall and takes a deep breath closing their eyes.

“I have never seen it. Only vague mentions of it,” Poaegi tells him, “the only reason we, the Ethereal are alive now is because the others have died and there has not been a threat to the world since. But now we all have been born. My parents never told me what was lurking. Now I know. It’s whatever that was. I need everyone to stop it.”

“That monstrous thing that easily killed him?” Jehyun asks bewildered. Poaegi nods.

“I have managed some research before, but never have I seen it,” Poaegi tells him, “it’s not running rampant right now. It’s in a deep slumber. But it’s slowly beginning to wake up. Hence why we have been born. It hunts Ethereals. Just like you saw. I need all 12 of us to stop it and to keep you safe. I can’t do it when everyone is spread out the way they are.”

Jehyun takes a deep breath. He runs his hand through his hair and paces around.

“I-I can’t,” Jehyun tells Poaegi, “I don’t even know how I was able to do this. That thing could come at any time. You don’t know much about it. You said it yourself.”

“Yeah,” Poaegi admits, completely and utterly defeated, “I don’t. I’m trying. But there isn’t much left of the archives. They seem to be destroyed or missing. I’m all alone in this.”

Poaegi stand there for a minute. They look away from Jehyun, ashamed.

“I understand if you don’t want to join,” Poaegi, “but if you do I can keep you safe. It’s a promise. But that’s all I wanted to talk to you about. You are free to go now.” 

Poaegi doesn’t move. Jehyun, frozen in place, slowly picks up his back and leaves the room. He felt the need to leave. He doesn’t know why. Something is pulling him to stay but he needs to breathe. To be in a safe place.

Ω

Back at home, he hides away in his little built up safe place in the back corner of his room. He pulls out his book light and opens his first edition for the first time, hearing the cracking of spin sent chills. The smell of a new book hits his nose. He starts at the decorated cover page, but he can’t find himself turning the page to start reading the story. He knows this story by heart. He knows the journey the main character goes through. Leaving everything he once knew behind to go to this new world and new adventure. It’s basically what Poaegi is asking him to do.

He sighs and closes the book again. He looks around and laughs to himself. He can’t believe he’s about to actually do it. 

Ω

The next day, well really only six hours later, Jehyun found himself standing in front of the Ethereal Trove library again. He holds onto his book Poaegi gave him. He takes a deep breath before quickly making his way up the steps and inside the library.

The sun had yet to rise and he hoped that Poaegi would be awake and not alarmed by his presence showing up at a very early hour. Or at least that it wasn’t a thief showing up.

Without much thinking Jehyun makes his way back to the Shadow room. Jehyun quietly opened the door and walked inside. He set his bag and book near the door. He looked up towards the ceiling and it seemed like the Shadows moved with happiness. Some even tried reaching out for him, but needed Jehyun to reach for them.

Jehyun smiles, reaching his hand towards the shadows. They shoot down his arm at an excited pace and dance around the room once they have the freedom to touch the floor.

“You can create whatever I think, right?” Jehyun asks, walking through the shadows. A small shadow zips up around Jehyun’s body before stopping in his open hand.

“I wouldn’t know where to start,” Jehyun tells the shadows. The shadows swirl around before forming a Shadow version of Jehyun. The Shadow Jehyun points to his head and watches on.

Jehyun looks back down at the Shadow in his hand. It runs in a little circle before stilling once more. It causes Jehyun to giggle. He closes his eyes and takes a couple breaths before focusing on his idea. 

He slowly peeks his eyes open, but nothing happens.

“Maybe it’s not possible. Colorful shadows,” Jehyun laughs in defeat, “that’s alright. I figured maybe a change is what you needed.” The Shadow Jehyun nods his head then proceeds to point at Jehyun.

“Me? I’m the change?” Jehyun asks, Shadow Jehyun nods. Jehyun half smiles as he watches the Shadow version of himself pool to the floor then return to the ceiling where the rest of the shadows retreated to.

“You came back.” 

Jehyun turns to find Poaegi in their pijama’s standing at the door.

“I did,” Jehyun shyly answers, “you said you needed me.”

“I do need you. Thank you, Moon Jehyun.”

#kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #omega x #omegax #omegaxlore #moon jehyun #jehyun #omega x jehyun

[masonsystem]

where do i begin.... let me quickly summarize my feelings before i get too sleepy.

kagepro has been a massive part of my life. i could even call it my first hyperfixation ever. i got into it like, 11 years ago. learning to draw, moving countries, and making friends online all while having kagepro by my side. ill go more passionately in depth some other time, but like, im not exaggerating in the slightest when i say this project has shaped the person that i am. so to finally reach the end of the novels, which is something i had tried to do so many years ago.. it feels very good. like a sense of serenity. its the same feeling i had when i finally finished pkmn platinum for the first time, like 13 years after i had first started a file. its very touching and personal too.

i admittedly didnt have high expectations for this novel. i watched mca, and i haphazardly followed the manga route and was laden with many misunderstandings. and i knew that this novel would be a bad end, and from my experience with timeloop-focused medias (higurashi, revue starlight, majora's mask, probably some others im forgetting), bad ends are like, never narratively satisfying. how could it be? every timeloop-focused media aims to break free of the loop, not to perpetuate it.

so i was so surprised by how incredibly beautiful this ending ended up being. this novel is like, perfect to me. it managed to wrap up some many loose threads beautifully. im so happy that all my complaints abt the portrayal of shinaya from earlier today have been completely dissuaded. momo, kano, and kido, while they played rather minor roles, exited the story beautifully. takane was just... amazing, and haruka and hibiya as well. literally everyone was written well and were cherished with such thoughtful endings. and of course the centerpiece of the novel, setomary. holding out until the last novel to divulge into seto's pov worked itself out perfectly, making his perspective on things so much more impactful. also, jin showed a complete mastery of writing deeply touching sorrowful scenes, contrasting perfectly against really stupid fucking scenes that makes u laugh out loud. the written version of snowboarding after aerith's death, if u will.

the entire novel was a tragedy, but yet it was so cathartic? it was so unbelievably sad, but there was so much love as well. i wouldve never thought that a bad end of a timeloop story could ever be something like this. time loops itself again, but this time, it was done with the autonomy of the victims. im just like... so amazed by it. when at it's best, kagerou project really is one of the most beautiful stories out there. ill definitely be talking about this for several weeks.

#kgprambling

[transexual-gaming]

Peered into the comments section of a recent dwarf fortress steam diary and Man, some people are really angry about how development is going. Ignoring the *massive* QoL improvements going from ASCII to steam, I think a lot of people are severely underestimating the amount of work that goes into the (ongoing) graphic and menu implementation.

One of the more outlandish complaints I saw was that DF development is now going slower than it was before the steam release. That's... just not true. All love to Toady, but DF has basically never been the pinnacle of speedy development, and it seems to me that updates have been happening with *more* regularity since the steam release. Let's look at some data pulled from the DF wiki.

This is the update log for the steam release, version 50:

So, in ~8 months since the steamium release, we have bugfixes, more graphics implemented, and additional performance optimizations *including multithreading* which people have been clamoring for since the dawn of dwarf. But that might not seem much, and a lot of it is just reimplementing stuff that got lost in translation anyway, so let's look at previous update histories:

Immediately noticeable are two things:

1. No feature changes or optimizations after the initial .47 major update, just bugfixes

2. A gap of nearly 3 years between major update .47 and major update .50

And one more update back

A little more activity than with .47, but still about the same amount of activity as seen since the .50 release. And once again, over 2 years between major updates .44 and .47.

I'm not going to keep going with this but you can look for yourself, DF development is going at the same pace as it always has, and it's sure to be faster now that there are twice as many devs (hehe) working on it.

There also seems to be a segment of players convinced that Kitfox, DF's publisher, is forcing poor old Tarn to attend conferences and make the game worse or whatever. Kitfox does not own Toady; they don't even own DF. He's not being forced into anything.

I get being frustrated about bugs and slow development, but if the presence of bugs or the pace of development comes as a great shock to you... you're playing dwarf fortress!! it's famous for its bugs and for being a passion project worked on by 2 people since 2006. report the bugs, but be niceys on the internet!!! there is no need to be a dick about it my friends.

#dwarf fortress #kitfox games #rant

[bigskydreaming]

Uggggh I’m so disappointed about the cancellation of The Midnight Club, but very glad we got to find out where it was going at least. I wish more cancelled shows would find ways to make that happen, but understand its not always feasible, and also some creators want to revisit cancelled/interrupted stories in some form in later projects.

But I’m so mad we’ll never get to see Cheri’s story because all through Season One I was waiting for hers and at the end of the season that was my ONE big complaint....that she was the ONLY character we didn’t get to hear a story from. Damn.

I looooove the idea though that Anya was supposed to be the lead in Ilonka’s Season 2 story, and Amesh in Natsuki’s, etc. The idea of ‘this is how the Midnight Club lives on....in their friends’ stories’ is just....perfect encapsulation of theme is perfect.

And I really like that Spence was supposed to be the one survivor of next season, the way Sandra was this season. Obviously it sucks that any of these kids die, but the very nature of the premise always meant that most of them would, and that’s okay because this story at its heart is all about reconciling death as a part of life, taking away the fear of it and confronting the idea that its not something that needs to be fought, that you can enjoy your life and not want to leave it and still find your peace with leaving it when the time comes regardless...

That said, I really do like the thought that went into selecting which characters got to leave Brightcliffe by no longer being terminal, and having it be Sandra and Spence in particular, who will live on for years to come......that’s actually really fucking brilliant, considering the journey those two characters have in regards to each other, throughout season one. I choose to believe that Spence reconnects with Sandra ‘out in the world’ and they remain close friends the rest of their lives, who are never afraid to talk or reminisce about the rest of the Midnight Club, because that’s how they keep their friends alive and with them.

Also really bummed that we won’t get to see Ilonka’s Season 2 story because Remember Me is one of my all time fave Pike books, and one of the ones that really stuck with me when admittedly a lot of Pike books did end up being pretty formulaic. Remember Me wasn’t though (and neither was Monster so ugh WHY WOULD YOU TEASE ME WITH THE FACT THAT WAS GOING TO BE CHERI’S STORY? CHERI?!?! TELLING MONSTER??? AND WE’LL NEVER GET TO SEE IT? WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME HERE!)

And yessssss to the reveal of what the Shadow ultimately was, because I love that theme for this show, these characters and just in general. Always have, always will. Ever since Ursula K. LeGuin used it to great effect in A Wizard of Earthsea, and she didn’t invent it any more than Pike did in Remember Me, but A Wizard of Earthsea was my first exposure to that particular approach to that particular theme. So its always going to come to mind whenever a show, book or movie does something similar with the concept of A Living Shadow that turns out to be not something terrifying or something to run away from, but simply our own fear of the unknown, something that HAS to be faced if you ever want to truly move forward to another chapter, your next great adventure.

Finally, I soooooo called it, that Ilonka and Kevin were the founders of Brightcliffe, reincarnated. Admittedly, its not like it was super unpredictable given that reincarnation was one of Pike’s most oft-recurring themes, and I did get it wrong in terms of WHICH of the founders Ilonka and Kevin were, respectively....but I KNEW that was what was up with them and the visions, so its nice to feel validated there, lol. And I love the idea that this means their story isn’t over and they’ll be back someday, to seek each other out all over again.

Man, I loved this show and hate that we only got one season of it, it REALLY deserved more, as well crafted as it was and with as much love and passion that obviously went into the making of it (if only more shows had this much thought put into their narrative decisions and how to make them pay off thematically as much as just raise dramatic stakes/tension).

But glad we at least got what we did, and that we don’t have to forever wonder what might have happened in Season 2. Especially in regards to the big mysteries we were left with in Season 1, aka the Shadow, the visions, etc.

[icanttakethemonmyown]

Sam: *jumping up to try to reach that stapler that she swears was on her desk 10 minutes ago*

Andrew: *internally* "Be a gentleman. Be a gentleman. Now would be a good time to count the tiles on the ceiling....but what if she falls and I wasn't able to help her???? NO! WE LOOK AT THE FLOOR NOW!"

exactlyyyyy lmao

I also pictured her jumping to get something and Andrew's brain just goes full on loading screen like !@#$%^&* uhhhhh...maybe now's a good time to check if all the ceiling lights are still in working condition but also 👀👀👀👀👀

him just being flustered like frantically scouring through the papers on his desk to look for something to make him look busy because if Sam were to ever catch him checking her out, she might just kill him (and absolutely no one needs to know how hot he finds Sam potentially killing him)

#Sam: stares at Andrew with the utmost annoyance #Andrew: unnghhhhhhhh #What A Simp lmao #just started writing the Andrew Gets To Work Late With Untied Hair scene and im excited!! #this thing is almost 3k words long im literally so scared of how long the final product will be #but its a lovely passion project to have so no complaints from me #hahahaha #are there any scenes you would still love to see anon? #get yer requests in now lol #im in the market for things andrew does that annoys sam #im so horrible at coming up with stuff that sam could misinterpret #i just want them to end up together 😭 #im impatient with my own characters #prof!hoz #asks

[bybdolan]

would love to see you rank taylor’s album covers and maybe explain what you like/dislike about each of them one day. :) i’m not creative in the slightest and have almost no preferences about that sort of thing, so it’s interesting to hear what more artistic people have to say about them. but even as someone who’s not creative like that, i have always thought the rep cover was trash. like normally i never notice that kind of thing but it feels like that “graphic design is my passion” meme lol

Disclaimer: I am NOT a trained graphic designer, so this list and all my opinions are based on my personal taste and my “eye” for things, not any actual knowledge on what makes a cover good – though I have taken the recognizability of each cover and how it represents the album into account. Making this list has also instilled a deep loathing of the design of the Taylor’s Version packaging in me – the complete and utter lack of care put into any of it genuinely pisses me off. I wanted to say this before showing you my actual ranking, because cover-wise the albums rank higher than Taylor’s earlier work, however, I really have to say that I think all of her albums up to reputation have a spark in the album packaging design that simply was not there afterwards. I think we can blame the streaming era for this, and it makes me sad.

You can find the ranking under the cut!

1. 1989 – This is the shining star of Taylor album covers to me. I don’t think anybody can deny how easily recognizable and iconic this cover is. The polaroid adds the 80s vibe (and I LOVE how those photos defined the album packaging as a whole), the omitted eyes are mysterious and intriguing, and the handwriting makes this album cover so tactile in the sense that it feels like an actual object. I love when album covers have a sense of physicality to them, for example when the title is written on a surface somewhere in the cover photo (check out HAIMs Women In Music Pt. III), and 1989 really delivers on that. I would go as far as saying that this is one of the most iconic album covers of the 2010s.

2. RED – Going from 1989 to RED feels like a pretty significant drop in quality already, even though the original RED album cover isn’t bad by any means. There is a sense of sensuality and mystique about it and it sells the Blue homage it is attempting. My biggest qualm with this cover is the font; I don’t love Bebas Neue as it feels heavy and clunky to me, more advertisement than album cover. I think a different, more subtle font would have done wonders for this. However, it is worth recognizing that the RED cover is an established image in pop culture as well, and I think the overall design with the diagonal stripes is quite nice; it feels vintage-y and sophisticated and I love how cohesive the booklet is.

3. Folklore – I mean. Yea. This is kind of boring but it fits the album in its subduedness and I do like the imagery of Taylor disappearing in the woods/the world she has created. The folklorecover does what it needs to do and it does it well. Anything more would probably have been too much for this album. I have my complaints about the back cover and the booklet though (yes, I understand it had to be made last minute, but still… could have been better!)

4. RED TV – I actually preferred this over the og RED cover when it first came out, and I still love the photograph, but idk how much I love it as an album cover. The RED ring is absolutely FANTASTIC (see my notes on album titles being part of the cover photograph in the 1989 section), and I think this could have been my second favorite Taylor cover, had they just zoomed in on the face and the ring a little bit. I simply don’t like the framing of this photo, and it kind of ruins the whole thing for me. I am intrigued to see what she does for the rest of the recordings, but so far, I have been incredibly underwhelmed at the lack of cohesion and graphic design care put into a project that would be fantastic for collectible editions and is meant as a tribute to Taylor’s legacy. Even though most of her early covers rank below the newer stuff, I do have a soft spot for them because I cannot help but feel like Taylor’s album designs have gotten lazier and lazier over time. If I were to judge the album packaging as a whole, I think this list would look a little different.

5. Speak Now – This was spot 7 on this list but then I typed the last sentence of my RED TV review and was like !!! You know what! Speak Now is very cute and at least she isn’t lazy! This is obviously a rather cheesy album cover, and idk if I like the pretty big section that is just. White. But as I said: This isn’t lazy. The hazy fairy tale vibes are there, the painting effect is a nice touch, and I can’t help but think about how whimsy and cute the back cover and the booklet are. Yes this is not wonderful graphic design, but at least it has heart and ambition, which you cannot really say for Taylor’s album packaging from reputation onwards.

6. Evermore – Again: It does what it needs to do. It’s fine. I cannot complain about it by any means, but I also don’t love it in the slightest.

7. Fearless TV – This should be bottom of the list simply for the abomination that is the back cover, but Taylor looks super pretty in the photo and the whole thing works as an homage to the original Fearless cover. I even have a soft spot for the sepia filter until I discovered that apparently not all rerecordings would have that feature. So now it’s kind of weird. Again, you cannot tell from the cover alone, but the whole packaging just is so boring to me and just feels so churned out. Where is the fucking spark?

8. Fearless – This has spark! I kept swapping og Fearless and Fearless TV around because at least the packaging of og Fearless feels like people had fun making it, but I cannot get over my dislike for the fonts used here (which is why I prefer the European version!) Whyy is the “Fearless” so big and has a shadow around it. I don’t like it, I am sorry. I do LOVE the booklet though, it radiates joy.

9. Taylor Swift – This is a country album released by a teenager from Nashville in 2006. I think I shouldn’t have high expectations. Debut is fine. She is cute! That photo of Taylor kneeling in the pond was part of my bi awakening when I was 14/15, so I have to give it that. The notebook vibes of the booklet are a nice touch. Now that I think about it I do have love for the design of this, but I think it’s mainly nostalgia. I applaud the cohesion of the color scheme and I like the little notebook details :)

10. Reputation – I think this is terribly ugly and the only reason it is not at the bottom of this list is that I can appreciate the idea behind it. She is speaking her truth after the media has tainted her, whatever. I get it. I just think the execution is awfully lackluster (stop with the fucking white backgrounds!) and the most basic take on the “album about the media” idea (I may direct you to Faber’s I Fucking Love My Lifeas an album cover that did it better). Taylor’s face and neck also look a little strange to me. It does have a sense of recognizability, I’ll admit that. But I cannot believe this is the cover one chooses for their “taking back the narrative” album. Have a little fun! But, with all of reputation, we didn’t get what we could have gotten.

11. Lover – I HATE this. The diary theme in the booklet is cute and I don’t hate the back cover at all, but maaan I find the actual album cover to be awful. It’s a shame, really, because the album cover shoot is fantastic, but the coloring of Taylor’s face on the cover is super dull and strange, the weird sky background feels so lazily photoshopped and the font is just. Bleh. Cheesy and ugly. The CD is super super nice though, and, again, the rest of the packaging is honestly fine, but I cannot get over how actually unprofessional the album cover looks. The aforementioned weird color of Taylor’s face is honestly my biggest issue. This is just. Bad. It doesn’t make me as angry as the booklet or back covers of the TVs, but I just think it’s sooo… How does the biggest pop star in the world end up with this album cover?

#ask #anonymous #have fun with this dshdd i think i got pretty in deoth #*depth

[mitsukui]

make it cream | g.w.

Pairing: George Weasley x female reader.

Summary: George finally tastes a bit of his own medicine ━  a sequel to ‘Good Girl’; if you still haven’t read it, I highly recommend you doing it so, because it’ll make so much more sense! (PART 1! + PART 3!)

Word Count: 2,5k (I know this got a little bit long, but take it as a ‘thank you’ present!)

Warnings: smut! Oral sex (male receiving), masturbation (male receiving), dirty talk, edging, cum play, daddy kink, degratation kink.

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: the amount of support I got from ‘Good Girl’ was insane, you guys! I could never express how grateful I truly am for each and every one of you. Thank you for all the likes, the reblogs, the messages. I hope you enjoy this sequel as much as you enjoyed the first part. Please, leave me some feedback if you feel like it! My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention!  ♡

@gecrgesweasley​ thank you so much for giving me permission to use your idea somehow! ✨

Masterlist!

You had grown a bit tired of it. Enough was enough. It was not like you were unhappy with it; most times, you actually enjoyed it enormously. But now, every single time was the same.

It was high time you dominated George Weasley.

The sensations you felt that night still lurked in your body. Images of his big hands lashing out onto your skin still burned in the back of your mind. The warmth of his saliva on your tongue could still be felt whenever you pressed it against the roof of your mouth. Your legs still trembled slightly when you thought of the overstimulation he put you through after he had fucked your face mercilessly.

That night had been the first of many. Before it, you had never had any complaints about your sex life with your boyfriend. He had always shown himself as a caring and thoughtful partner. But you had been relentlessly suspicious of something within him fighting to make its way to the light.

George’s façade concealed how ravenous he truly was in bed.

And his dominating ways had awoken something in you.

You caught yourself wondering during lunch breaks whether you could make him come undone only with your hands. You visited muggle sex shops after work frequently. You spent long, extra minutes in the shower, pleasuring yourself over the thought of degrading him, exactly like he had done to you so many times before.

All you needed was an opportunity, since you already felt confident enough to try a few things on him. All you needed was an opportunity. And, apparently, all the planets aligned on a Saturday night to lend you a helping hand with that.

As usual, he had decided to work on a few things for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes in the comfort of his flat, where you tended to spend your weekends at. Midnight was slowly approaching, but he was still going over some numbers and projects he had planned with Fred.

You found him in the kitchen, leaning towards the small squared table. He was still in his uniform, and numerous parchments were spread across the place he was working at. One of his hands supported his chin while the other was used to fiercely scribble new considerations about previously discussed topics.

It was funny how he could turn you on doing the most ridiculous things, such as working. George was a very intelligent man, and whenever he poured his brain out into something, you could feel your knees buckling. The way he would share his and Fred’s projects with you without exception was quite cute, too.

But tonight was not about being cute. Tonight was about torturing him and making him beg.

“It’s late. Almost midnight. Let’s go to bed.” Your voice brought him back to reality, and he offered you a weary smile. In your eyes, the way he threw himself into his passions was beautiful; but, once again, you found yourself secretly desiring to help him relieve all of the stress that existed in his body.

“I’m not tired.” He said in a low voice. “And if I don’t have this ready by tomorrow, Fred is gonna kill me.” As he chuckled, he shook his head to himself.

“Well, he’s not anywhere to be seen here, is he?” You raised your eyebrows playfully. A big difference between the twins was that Fred knew how to disconnect from work when their shift was over. But George was different. He used to go for that extra mile quite often. And to you, that was beautiful, too.  “And I know you’re tired. You know I know you like the back of my hand, right?”

You both stared at each other for a little while in silence before laughing softly. He gave up on pretending he was not tired, because deep down inside he knew you were right, and let his body to sink into the chair. His slender fingers loosened his dark amber tie, and your heart instantly skipped a beat.

“If you don’t want to go to bed, just let me do something for you, then.” You suddenly spat out, unable to control your excitement. The universe was right there, offering you a chance to do what you had been dreaming of for a few weeks. “Please.”

“Damn, princess. You know I go crazy when you beg for something.”

Your teeth were pressed gently onto your lower lip right after you whispered a second plead, and your eyes gained a new devious sparkle to them. The heat between you two was soon to elevate, just like that first night.

George spread his legs a bit and patted his muscular thighs, wordlessly telling you to sit on his lap, which you eagerly complied. You wasted no time in settling your body onto his, and pecking his thin lips once.

You reached out for both of his hands, and you swallowed hard at how big they looked when compared to yours, arousal starting to build up in your loins.

Looking intensely at his eyes, you placed one of his hands around your neck. He was fast to give your skin a delicate squeeze but, somehow, you craved for more. So you took his other hand to your lips.

They wrapped around two of his fingers, and your tongue ran over his skin. His exhaustion made his body more sensible than it usually was, and you felt pleased with yourself as soon as he threw his head back. Husky groans began to leave his lips when you started sucking on his fingers hungrily. You hollowed your cheeks, already moving your head up and down and rocking your hips against his body.

You could feel he was about to switch from groans to real moans, but things could not be that easy for him. You pulled his hand away from his mouth, a string of your saliva still connecting him to you. He sighed heavily due to the frustration that now took over his body.

“You are such a little whore.” He was panting slightly as his eyes fell upon you once again, and there was a light flush on his skin. “Daddy needs to teach you a lesson. Good girls always finish what they started. Open your mouth.”

“No.”

A flash of disbelief splashed across his face and it was almost as if the world had stopped for one or two seconds. He was unsure whether he heard you correctly.

His hands got a grip on your hips, his fingers pressing down onto the soft skin hard enough to leave some bruises there. “I said ‘open your mouth’, princess.”

“And I said ‘no’, Daddy.” A smirk appeared on your lips, adrenaline rushing through your veins faster than blood itself. You tilted your head to the side, and used your fingers to play with his tie and the collar of his shirt. “I’m not taking any orders tonight, Daddy. I’m calling the shots, for a change.”

After that, it did not take long until he was completely undressed in front of you, his hands tied to the back of the chair with his own tie, and his hard cock sprung free, laid on his stomach.

You had barely started teasing him, but he was already whimpering for some mercy. His eyes were closed, his eyebrows furrowed, and he felt like bursting into tears any moment now.

It was fun to be dominated instead of dominating, but it was something he was not used to. He did not know how to control his own instincts that well, and he was suffering. His desire was to cum all over your hands, but you said he could only do that when you allowed him to. Painting your entire body with his own seed was something he loved doing, but being unable to do it whenever he wanted to was causing tiny excruciating  fireworks to explode inside his chest.

Your lips brushed against his left thigh, pampering the freckle-stained area with soft and small kisses. You eyed him while making your way up through his body, your mouth soon reaching his crotch for the first time that night.

He felt the warmth of your lips touching his cock ever so slightly, and returned to whimpering. A delicious wave of desire crashed within your body when you tasted the precum that leaked from his tip. However, you allowed your mouth to be restrained to that area only.

George attempted to buck his hips up to thrust into your mouth, but you immediately leaned back. “Now, don’t be a bad boy, Daddy.” The tip of his cock received a new substitute for pleasure without warning: your fingers.

Loud cries echoed in the kitchen as you ran your fingertips gently over his reddened tip. You were deeply mesmerized by his reactions, yet you wanted more.

“Would you like me to suck your dick, Daddy?” You purred, your voice dripping in lust and excitement over your recently discovered dominance. He nodded vehemently. “Would you like to feel my wet and warm tongue running up and down your shaft?”

Those filthy words were leaving your lips easily, and your nails were scratching his skin lightly. “Can you imagine receiving a sloppy blowjob, Daddy? Tears running down my face as your thick dick hits the back of my throat.” You wrapped your hand around him, and pumped him up and down a few times, your pace being terribly slow.

“My saliva getting mixed with your juices and, then, escaping my lips and dripping down my tits.” Your hand moved in a faster pace, but it was not fast enough for him. His chest started rising and falling, pleasure erupting in his body. “And, finally, your hot seed exploding in my mouth. Can you imagine that, Daddy?”

A giggle slipped out of your lips and went straight to his core. His cock twitched in your hand, and you pretended to be surprised. “Oh! You like that, Daddy?” Up until that moment, you had been enchanted by the sight of his tip disappearing and reappearing in your hands. But you finally looked up at him, and you swore you were in heaven.

George had his eyes closed, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. He was tirelessly trying to free his own hands. Even though his lips were apart and trying to say something, nothing was coming out of them.

“You know how much I love to have you in my mouth. You fill me up so well, Daddy! You are so thick, so big, and so veiny.” A little peck was laid on his tip, and his muscles tensed up as he tried again to be freed from the restrains on his wrists.

You finally put an end to his suffering and took all of him at once, his cock indeed hitting the back of your throat. You gagged and tears welled up to your eyes, but you persisted. Pushing your head even further down, you heard him moaning your name.

He was in sheer ecstasy. You carried on sucking him hungrily, and his needy whimpers did not cease. There was something about the way your bodies connected: he fit perfectly into your mouth, and he felt your touch could work wonders on him. Among so many lustful feelings and thoughts, he realized he was hopelessly in love with you.

“I-I’m close, princess.” His back arched a bit, and he groaned loudly. “Don’t stop.”

But you did. You stopped without thinking twice. And he cried out loud, frustration coloring his veins again. George tried to form coherent sentences to express his discontent, but it was difficult to think straight.

“You’re pathetic, Daddy. What do you think people would say if they saw you like that?” His thighs were splattered with delicate kisses like before. His breath was uneven, and he cleared his throat. Your words resonated through your surroundings, but he did not feel embarrassed at all. In fact, he was enjoying this far more than he expected.

“I reckon you are a whore. My whore, Daddy.”

Your fingers danced against his wet tip repeatedly while your other hand gently cupped his balls. His legs trembled violently due to the extra pressure you put onto his sensible tip. He warned you he was close to releasing one more time, but you stopped your movements again.

Your boyfriend mewled shamelessly, sounding like a desperate kitten. It was the second time you were edging him after a long session of teasing, and you could tell he was aching. The veins in his cock were prominent, and his tip was now taken by a dark reddish shade.

“All you have to do is beg, Daddy. I know you can do it.”

“P-Please, princess. Let me cum. I don’t know if I can take it anymore.” The tiredness he had endured all this time became evident on his voice, and you almost felt sorry for him.

He was a hot mess. Sweat dripped from his face, strength no longer existed within him to fight against the wrists restrains, and agony was the only visible feeling on his handsome face.

With a fond smile on your lips, you ordered him to cum for his princess as you pumped his cock in your hands for the last time. When he warned you about his release being close, you let go of his big shaft and watched it as it landed on his stomach.

You whispered dirty nothings as your hands ran up and down his body, and it did not take long for him to feel his orgasm being expelled from his tip. Thick strings of his seed covered the skin on his own stomach.

That was a sight to be proud of.

You moved your body closer to his, at last removing your knees from the cold kitchen floor. Trying to soothe him a bit more, you used your hands to caress the sides of his body that still trembled slightly. Without warning, your tongue collected all of his cum into your mouth. He felt your tongue running up and down, side to side, over his abs, and his torso jolted in overstimulation.

His taste was amazing to you, and you felt incredibly close to him by doing that. You, then, realized you were hopelessly in love with him as well.

With a tad of effort, you finally stood up properly. Your intimate moment had taken its toll on you, too. Knees were sore, legs were weak, and throat was slightly sore.

You leaned down towards his face, and his eyes confessed he could not take any more bit of teasing. Your thumbs stroked his cheek bones, signaling it was really over now. But you still squished his cheeks gently, and his lips opened only for you.

His own cum was soon deposited in his mouth, and he moaned at the new sensation. You brushed your tongue against his lips and, once you were free to talk again, you did. Your voice came out like a hoarse murmur, but George thought it was incredibly sensual.

“Can you swallow it, Daddy?” Your fingers continued on caressing his skin and he nodded weakly, your eyes watching him swallow his own release. “You’re such a good boy.”

“I’m going to fucking destroy you next time, princess.”

“Bring it on, Daddy.”

#george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley smut #george weasley #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter smut #smut #🌼 — personal: writings

[starburstgurl]

To a certain subset of R-W-B-Y fans (not all but some) what is your obsession with RWDE and people not liking the series? They use their own tag.

They don’t like my show?

And?

Every series has a hatedom but R-W-B-Y is the only series where I’ve seen people be religiously mad that people don’t take the show as holy gospel. Every product in the world has its critics. Even if you don’t like it.

It’s not a small passion project anywhere when I understood the need to protect it. It’s heavily corporate. It’s under WB for God’s sake and made a cameo in the matrix. It’s mainstream.

They don’t like my ship/characters?

Welcome to fandom 101. Is it your first time? RW-BY is no different from every other fandom in existence. All that’s alien is everyone in this fandom’s reaction to it.

They insulted C-R-W-B-Y! That’s over the line.

I turn your attention to comic fandoms who sends daily curses to every writer in its bullpen. And many other cartoon show runners. Check out how people feel about Miraculous Ladybug’s show runners for example.

R-W-B-Y is not special in This regard. I promise lots of series get treated this way. You can not like that some people do this. That’s fair. But don’t act like R-W-B-Y is the first fandom to experience this.

Rewrites are disrespectful!

I turn your attention to Naruto, GoT and marvel. Who all have significant rewrites under their belt on YouTube. People want different things from a show then you. And describing the ideal product for them.

R-W-B-Y is not being victimized by people doing this. You don’t have to lash out at people doing this.

Monty’s vision!

These guys are asshats. Fuck everyone who says this. But brushing everyone who criticizes R-W-B-Y as saying this is just as immature. And highly reductive. By saying all R-W-B-Y critique is people using this. You’re not engaging with them at all.

For example many black Critics complained about white fang portrayal while Monty was alive. You just weren’t paying attention to them. You cannot just dismiss their complaints under that blanket.

They said my show is problematic.

Congrats. Welcome to all media. Everything is problematic. You’re job is to determine what’s acceptable to you. And people making essays about why they find the show problematic isn’t a big deal. I promise the show didn’t get a boo boo from that.

Marvel is awful military propaganda. That doesn’t stop it from being the world’s biggest franchise.

In Conclusion

R-W-B-Y is not special. It’s a fandom. And like every fandom. It will have a hatedom. Nothing R-W-B-Y’s RWDE or HTDM is anything special in the grand scheme of things. It’s not being unfairly bullied compared to other shows. It’s being treated like every other fandom does.

It’s a show. 90% or you reading this are old enough to know better. It’s not that fucking serious if you see someone have a opinion you don’t like on the internet. As someone who has bounced from fandom to fandom for years I beg you to interact with other ones to see common fandom etiquette because a shit ton of you don’t have it.

Critics splintered off and used the RWDE tag so you don’t have to see it. Don’t actively search for stuff to get you upset. Enjoy R-W-B-Y for yourself. Don’t get mad other people don’t.

Tagging it only RWDE but not R-W-B-Y (changed the spelling just to not get casuals by accident) because the people I’m talking about will definitely find it that way.

Don’t worry I won’t respond.

BTW before anyone calls me a misogynist or a racist, homophobe or whatever like this specific fandom loves doing. I’m a Disabled black woman so fuck off with that ahead of time.

#rwde

[jaedreaminn]

Ignoring Him

Parings: Taeyong x Reader

Characters: Taeyong. «mentioned» Mark, Jeno.

Theme: heartbreak, open ending, sad, sweet but sad, slight betrayal, manipulation.

Word count: 898 words

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You watched as your younger sibling got their heart broken by Lee Jeno and sighed. You warned them that this would happen but they didn't listen. You couldn't blame them either for not listening as you knew first hand how disarming the Lee brother's could be. You should know since you were still heart broken over Lee Taeyong, the eldest among the Lee brother's.

You remembered his sweet words and low voice, his boba eyes that could look so intense when he was angry, his smile that would light up your world. He had promised you a real relationship but that was an obvious lie.

It started of easy, it always did. Hand holding, kisses in the middle of the field or in the shadows of the hallways, having lunch together, walking eachother to class. Your relationship seemed so simple and pure.

But he was a mad man, he held your hand a bit too tight, glaring at anybody who would look your way, he got overly possesive of you around his own friends. But the moment you told him you didn't like the vibe of one of the people he was very obviously flirting with he would get so defensive and fight with you, ignoring you for days.

You remembered one day when you were being ignored by him, no longer as effected as you were the first couple of times he had ignored you, eating your lunch peacefully, that your project partner Kim Jungwoo sat infront of you startling you. You smiled at the boy who was here to discuss your project and spent the next five minutes talking to him about your class. The reason you spent only five minutes talking to him was because Taeyong had walked upto your table, glared at Jungwoo and dragged you away to yell at you for talking to another boy after having ignored you for three days.

Looking back you couldn't quite remember why you didn't break up with him sooner.

Oh wait you remember why,

Taeyongs sweet like honey words. The way he would apologise blaming it on something that steamed from his childhood and you would sympathize everytime without realising that his apologies meant nothing if he was never going to change. He would tell you of how much he loves you in such poetic ways and you would feel special, you would feel loved, you would feel wanted, you would feel drugged.

It became an addiction, trying to get Taeyongs attention. It's like you had his full attention until he got bored and you had to try such self destructive ways to get him to look at you again with that loving gaze that you craved.

And maybe he did love you but loving him was killing you, killing the person you were and you just became the person who loves Taeyong.

It was two days before your one year anniversary that you had your wake up call. Taeyong was going to travel to the states for some music workshop on the day of your anniversary so you decided to surprise him today. He was in his room with a few of his friends, the door slightly ajar. You were about to enter when you heard.

"Yeah I'm so sick of y/n" and you froze.

"Y/n believes everything I say as if it's some holy book, like stop being so clingy and annoying. Doesn't even let me live in peace." you heard him complaint along with the giggles of his 'friends'.

"Why do you still keep that clingy bitch around" an obnoxious voice asked with an ugly laugh.

"Y/n's just a weird constant to keep around you know? Like once I'm done fooling around I can go and fool around with y/n who I don't have to try so hard to please, I've basically got that annoying bitch wrapped around my finger. Like they'll do anything for me." Taeyong laughed as tears made its way to your eyes but you weren't going to cry. Not over that useless man.

You rushed out of the house bumping into Mark who gave you a look of sympathy.

And the very next day you broke up with him over text, heart shattered. He didn't seem to like that as he came banging on your door demanding an explanation but you just couldn't look at him or talk to him because you know that the same boy who's words were sharper than a blade could talk to you with honey in his tone and trap you in his clutches again.

The banging on your door only lasted a day as he would then leave the next day for a month but the heart break and the emptiness lasted forever. The trust issues lasted forever. The fear of love lasted forever.

You sighed at the memory, watching your younger sibling cry as you made your way to your boring desk job. You were so heartbroken that you even lost your passion for things and it was to late to try something new now, because you hated new. And loved comfort and familiarity.

"Good morning y/n" you ignored the voice of the man greeting you from the cubical opposite you and you sat down and got on to your work, not in the mood to talk to anyone.

Opposite you Taeyong sighed, you were still ignoring him.

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Lee brothers'- A mini series

Previous part: Lee Jeno

Next part: Lee Mark

#taeyong #taeyong imagines #taeyong ff #nct ff #nct imagines #nct127 #nct127 imagines #mark #sad #open ending #manipulative #fluff #slight fluff #lee #nct lee line #lee brothers #neo culture tech on my mind #neo culture technology #ignoring #breakups #relationships #relationship #nctu #mini series

[nordleuchten]

Hi ! Facts about the Lafayette couple. Thanks.

Hello Anon,

well, well, the La Fayette couple, Adrienne and Gilbert  - where to even begin with these two? Their marriage was arranged and arranged marriages were very common for the time and people of their position. A family with wealth, a title and influence was keen on preserving all of this – and tried to add to it by trying to arranging marriages with families who as well had at least one of these things. A truly popular combination was a family with a great name/title that had fallen on hard times and a very rich family without too great a name. Now, La Fayette and Adrienne were lucky in so far as that they really loved each other. Their marriage was far more than pure convenience. Still, not everything was picture perfect. La Fayette had different mistresses and although he loved Adrienne, I always feel like it took him quite some time to realise just how wonderful Adrienne truly was, how loyal and devoted. It was not entirely uncommon that a man and a women in an arranged marriage barely know each other prior to their marriage. That again was different with La Fayette and Adrienne. La Fayette actually lived with his future in-laws together in their house prior to the marriage. Behind the scenes everything had already been sorted out, but the bride and the groom were still none the wiser (although La Fayette was told before Adrienne was told). Partly responsible for this living-arrangement was Adrienne’s mother, the Duchess d’Ayen. She was the metaphorical lioness protecting her cubs. She was fiercely protective of her daughters and thought that Adrienne was still way too young. So La Fayette moved in with them, they had some time to get to know each other and to mature a bit. La Fayette also won over the Duchess, who was a bit skeptical at first.

When La Fayette and Adrienne finally married, she was fourteen and he was sixteen. Their marriage contract stated that they should continue to live with Adrienne’s family and that their marriage was not be consumed for some time. This rule again was included due to the input of the Duchess – who still thought her daughter way too young for any martial endeavours. Regardless of that, Adrienne became pregnant with the couples first child during this proposed period – the popular opinion is, that La Fayette after some time simply wanted to be with Adrienne and sneaked into her room (something that he supposedly confessed to later in life). Whatever happened, they both seemed quite happy.

When La Fayette departed for America, Adrienne was completely clueless, she said that herself but there is also circumstancel evidence to support her statement. She had a young and sickly daughter to look after, a daughter that would die a few months later when La Fayette was still in America. She furthermore was pregnant with their second child and Paris was on fire with rumours. Newspapers printed rumours about La Fayette’s death on the field or something similar every other day and she often had no possibility of hearing from her husbands for months and months (before La Fayette’s first return to France they had not heard from one another for roughly eight months). The news of the death of their oldest child Henriette reached La Fayette so late that he send Adrienne many letters asking about Henriette, asking if she was well, long after Henriette was deceased. But despite all of it, Adrienne put up a brave face in public and never complaint. In general, whether she agreed with her husband or nor, weather she liked what he did or not, she never criticised him in public, never embarrassed or questioned him in front of others.

After the conclusion of the war in America La Fayette and Adrienne together with their children moved into their own home. They were, for people of their time and status, very engaged parents. They started hosting their “American Dinners” on Mondays and Adrienne was also included in La Fayette’s “Plantation-Project”. La Fayette kept a lively correspondence with George Washington but Adrienne also exchanged letters with Washington. There is one lovely, humours account by Washington in a letter to La Fayette dated September 30, 1779:

“(...) But at present must pray your patience a while longer, till I can make a tender of my most respectful compliments to the Marchioness. Tell her (if you have not made a mistake, & offered your own love instead of hers to me) that I have a heart susceptable of the tenderest passion, & that it is already so strongly impressed with the most favourable ideas of her, that she must be cautious of putting loves torch to it; as you must be in fanning the flame. But here again methinks I hear you say, I am not apprehensive of danger—My wife is young—you are growing old & the atlantic is between you—All this is true, but know my good friend that no distance can keep anxious lovers long asunder, and that the Wonders of former ages may be revived in this—But alas! will you not remark that amidst all the wonders recorded in holy writ no instance can be produced where a young Woman from real inclination has prefered an old Man—This is so much against me that I shall not be able I fear to contest the prize with you—yet, under the encouragement you have given me I shall enter the list for so inestimable a jewell.”

This is just such a funny, carefree, teasing letter between the three of them. Its adorable. But these carefree times soon came to an end with the onset of the French Revolution (you could argue that the Revolution had already begun long prior to 1789 but in that year it rapidly gained speed).

La Fayette entangled himself in the political and military matters of the day and when everything started to go down the hill (from his perspective at least) he tried to fled to America and got caught before he even could reach a harbour. Adrienne and the children stayed behind in France. Now, it had became some sort of custom that the women of (aristocrat) man who fled France during the Revolution “divorced” her husbands. (“Divorce” because these divorces were often not real civil divorces in accordance with the law but more a sort of public separation from their “treacherous and anti-republican” husbands that could get these women a passport and/or out of prison. It also opened them the opportunity to marry again later in life.) Somebody proposed a divorce to Adrienne and she was absolutely repelled by the idea. She had married La Fayette for better and for worse and she would not, not under any circumstance divorce her husband. Period. In fact, she started signing all her papers with “la femme de Lafayette”, “the wife of Lafayette”. After and eventful and fearful time, Adrienne was eventually released from her prison in France. She gathered her two daughters (her son was safe in America with his tutor) and went to Austria were La Fayette was still imprisoned in Olmütz. She had some family connections to the court in Vienna and eventually obtained the permission of sharing her husbands imprisonment. Although accounts vary, all accounts agree that Olmütz was a true hell-hole. Adrienne and her children were treated better than La Fayette  - but the treatment was still not good. Soon Adrienne became ill and the prison doctor could not really do anything. Adrienne was told that she was free to go, leave this place behind, find a good doctor, settle down somewhere more comfortable. Nobody wanted to see her suffer or even die. The only stipulation, if she would leave now she was not allowed to ever return – and with that Adrienne stayed and suffered and hasted her death because she would not leave her husband behind. In my opinion her sacrifice at that moment made La Fayette understand just how incredible his wife was. He never forgot what she endured for him and her actions probably lead their relationship to unknown heights.

After they were eventually all released from prison they settled first in Danish-Holstein and then in the Netherlands before returning to France. Adrienne managed to regain a lot of the property that they had previously lost during the Revolution. Although she was successful in that regard, her health (and beauty) was forever ruined. Despite all that she took great joy in seeing her children marry and becoming a grandmother. When Adrienne died on December 24, 1807 La Fayette was absolutely shattered. He wrote a very, very long and very, very sad letter to a friend, retelling Adrienne’s last days and expressing his grieve:

“As yet you have always found me stronger than circumstances, but now this event is stronger than me. Never shall I recover from it. During the thirty - four years of an union in which her tenderness, her goodness, the elevation of her mind, charmed, adorned, honoured my life, I felt myself so used to all that she was to me, that I could not distinguish it from my own existence. She was fourteen, and I was sixteen, when her heart amalgamated itself with everything that could interest me. I knew I loved her, I knew I needed her, but it is only now that I can distinguish what life which I had thought was to have been entirely devoted to worldly matters. (...)”

The letter is really long but so worth the read if you are interested. Really! It is such an honest, open, affectionate and reflected statement of their relationship. Adrienne’s last words were “Je suis toute à vous” (I am all yours) and La Fayette had these words inscribed on a miniature of Adrienne that he constantly had upon his person. Here is an account of the portrait from Jules Germain Cloquets book “Recollections of the Private Life of General Lafayette, etc”:

“In his children he cherished the memory of their mother, (Mademoiselle de Noailles,) whom he had loved most tenderly, and whose name he never mentioned but with visible emotion. One day during his last illness, I surprised him kissing her portrait, which he always wore suspended to his neck in a small gold medallion. Around the portrait were the words, “Je suis à vous ,” and on the back was engraved this short and touching inscription, “ Je vous fus donc une douce compagne: eh bien ! benissez moi .” I have since been informed that regularly every morning Lafayette ordered Bastien [his valet] to leave the room, in which he shut himself up, and taking the portrait in both hands, looked at it earnestly, pressed it to his lips, and remained silently contemplating it for about a quarter of an hour. Nothing was more disagreeable to him than to be disturbed during this daily homage to the memory of his virtuous partner.”

I hope you have/had an awesome day!

#marquis de lafayette #lafayette #general lafayette #adrienne de lafayette #adrienne de noailles #george washington #france #austria #america #american history #american revolution #french history #french revolution #amrev #children #parents #marriage #1807 #letters #henriette de lafayette #anastasie de lafayette #george washington lafayette #virginie de lafayette #mourning #1779 #1789 #ask me anything #anon

[yurimother]

LGBTQ Manga Review - The Conditions of Paradise

One of the most significant and consequential moments in contemporary Western Yuri history occurred at Anime Expo 2019. At the event, Seven Seas Entertainment announced that they had licensed Akiko Morishima’s manga magnum opus, The Conditions of Paradise (Rakuen no Joken). More than any other event in 2019, a year which saw record numbers of Yuri releases, localizations, and mainstream success, Seven Sea’s announcement made me realize how far the Yuri genre had come. The Conditions of Paradise is not a current bestseller like Bloom Into You, nor does it have an impending anime adaptation like Adachi to Shimamura. In fact, this manga was initially released in Japan in 2008, over a decade ago. However, it has cemented its place in history as a groundbreaking landmark work and established Morishima as one of the best Yuri creators of the past 100 years. Now, as I stare at this Yuri masterpiece, gloriously translated for a new English audience to experience, I am nearly overcome with the gravity and awesomeness of the situation. This book is the Holy Grail of Yuri, or rather the Holy Gay-il, and I am beyond privileged to have the chance to witness its English launch.

Grandiose exclamations about the greatness of Yuri aside, The Conditions of Paradise is simply a phenomenal manga. The anthology contains eight chapters, three of which are one-shots and the other five split between two couples. The one-shots feature a variety of plotlines, from a tragic love fantasy to a cute and trope-filled school romp. However, all the chapters focus heavily on the featured characters, exploring their motivations and feelings in deep, meaningful, and complex ways. Even the one-shots find ways to showcase the varied histories, passions, and personalities of the characters.

The first three stories in the manga, “The Conditions of Paradise,” “Beyond the Stars,” and “In Dappled Sunlight,” follow two young women. Itou Sarina is an office worker, and her old friend, Takami Sumi, is a traveling freelance writer who often comes to crash with her. The chapters tell of their relationship nonsequentially, showing the two women as friends, physical companions, and partners. Their relationship is full of care, love, and lust. This story is not a class S style emotional relationship, or a carnal “friends with benefits” deal, but a genuine queer partnership. Through the three chapters, readers see them express their interest and affection for each other, and their desire to grow closer and fall more in love. It is incredibly sweet yet thoroughly grounded.

The following two chapters tell my personal favorite story. It follows the budding relationship of a slightly immature 30-year old art teacher, Kiryuu Keiko, and her 20-year old student, Aoyama Emi, who start a relationship after Emi confesses. Like Sumi and Sarina, the two have no shortage of love between them, with many panels dedicated to Keiko gushing over how amazing Emi is. However, I love this story because of the insecurities expressed by the characters. Keiko has anxiety about being intimate with her partner due to the age difference and concerns about her appearance. Even when she manages to overcome these trepidations, she is worried about how she will come across, questioning if she is being too aggressive or acting like a pervert. The resolutions to these conflicts all come from healthy communication, self-discovery, and working through problems logically and realistically.

As previously stated, the three remaining chapters are one-shots. Of these, my personal favorite is “And We Strive for Love,” which tells a cute story about childhood friend turned couples dealing with childhood trauma and the mother of all height differences. While individually, none of these stories are fantastic, and in the case of “Peach Love,” somewhat dull, though otherwise benign, anthologies must be evaluated as a sum, a homosexual combination of all the queer parts within. Here, The Conditions of Paradise succeeds thanks to its strong characters and realistic romances.

Akiko Morishima’s excellent storytelling and characters are not the manga’s only strong points. Her fantastic artwork adorns every page. Although she is not one to do sweeping dramatic shots or emotional closeups, her stellar and realistic character designs shine, fitting each character’s personality perfectly. Expressions and reactions are often exaggerated for comedic effect without distracting the reader or overly distorting the figures. She also makes excellent use of blank space, focusing on the fantastic characters and their reactions to each other. A panel with two smiling characters so effortlessly communicates the sublime love between the women.

The mature themes of the manga are matched by artwork featuring some salacious segments, including snapshots of sexual encounters. These are thankfully not overly explicit or exploitative, with obscured views such as those seen on the title page. And yet the… “action” is still apparent and erotic. My only complaint again comes from “Peach Love.” The younger characters in this story have an unnatural cherubic expression. The large eyes Morishima favors for all characters are combined with overly rounded faces and plump blushed cheeks. The effect, ironically, is that everyone in that chapter looks to have shoved a few peaches in their mouth and are holding them there like some sapphic chipmunk.

The Conditions of Paradise was one of the first, and maybe one of the greatest, showcases of real lesbian relationships. It is not the temporary schoolgirl loves of class s, a genre which was amid a massive resurgence when The Conditions of Paradise was published. Nor is the manga a pornographic exploitation of women made for the gaze of more sexually charged readers. While it contains depictions of female sex and sexuality, these are honest portrayals and compliment the grounded and thoughtful love stories. It is a masterpiece, a revelation, and one of the most important Yuri works ever created. The Conditions of Paradise’s more distinctive aspects and its value within the genre vastly eclipse any small faults with the story or artwork, resulting in a true classic of the genre.

I am so amazed and humbled to have read this book and to see its English release. Thank you so much to Seven Seas for licensing it and to Elina Ishikawa-Curran for a fantastic translation and Asha Bardon for an equally magnificent adaptation. They, and everyone else who worked on this project, have brought this tremendous offering to a new audience, and I could not be more grateful. The only thing left to do is award this masterpiece the perfect score it deserves.

Ratings: Story – 9 Characters – 10 Art – 7 LGBTQ – 9 Sexual Content – 5 Final – 10

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Star, May 3

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Cover: Shiloh Jolie-Pitt

Page 1: Christina Aguilera at 40 -- she talks about child stardom, learning to love her body, and what she wants her daughter Summer to know

Page 2: Contents, Renee Zellweger, Phoebe Dynevor and James McAvoy at the BAFTAs in London

Page 3: Mariska Hargitay and Law & Order: SVU co-star Ice-T take a selfie during a break from shooting the cop drama in NYC, Heather Graham at the beach in Mexico, stepping into the America's Got Talent studio Sofia Vergara elevated her casual cropped jeans with strappy platform sandals in L.A., Jason Momoa cutting a rug with an unidentified partner ahead of filming a scene for his upcoming fantasy film Slumberland in Toronto

Page 4: Colton Underwood comes out -- saying he's the happiest and healthiest he's ever been, the former Bachelor clarifies his orientation

Page 5: Lena Dunham is no stranger to controversy, so it comes as no surprise that her foray into fashion design has also come under fire as she partnered with a plus-size label to create the capsule collection 11 Honore x Lena Dunham, but the kicky line quickly came under fire as critics are calling it tone-deaf, mediocre and not inclusive at all since its largest size is a 26 and some are even going so far to call Lena a grifter who gained weight in order to make money off the plus-size community but Lena, who underwent a hysterectomy at 31, has pointed to early menopause as the cause of her straight-up gut -- while Lena refuses to be intimidated by bullies, she is listening to the complaints about sizes and is planning to address it

* Once a cautionary tale of the perils of child stardom, at age 40 Macaulay Culkin is a father himself as he and girlfriend Brenda Song welcomed a son, Dakota -- he's finally overcome his demons and Brenda has been a huge influence on his life and helped him get back on the straight and narrow and he's even pursuing acting again, shooting season 10 of American Horror Story; his life has taken such a positive turn

* A year after announcing her split from Jay Cutler, Kristin Cavallari is seeing the upside of divorce, saying it's made her a better mom in some ways because she has her kids half the time now so when she has them for her week, she is so incredibly present with her kids Camden, Jaxon and Saylor and she is not distracted by her phone or anything else; she is with them -- Jay and Kristin each have the kids 182.5 days a year and court papers also revealed that her ex is allowed two phone calls and two FaceTime or Skype calls a week and vice versa so now every moment is precious and if someone is having a temper tantrum or something, she remains calm because she knows that she is losing them in a few days

Page 6: Gwen Stefani is widely thought to have had some help in the nips and tucks department, and as her wedding to Blake Shelton approaches, he is starting to object to her constant tweaking of her face -- she's always messing with it by getting more fillers and Botox and Blake is afraid of what he'll see at the altar and he's freaking out at Gwen's increasingly extreme beauty routine which is becoming increasingly over-the-top; Gwen can barely move her face to smile at him anymore and it looks weird -- while he frets, he's trying to reassure his wife-to-be because Blake thinks she's beautiful just the way she is

* As an executive producer on the long-running Law & Order: SVU, Mariska Hargitay has tasked the writers to come up with more storylines featuring one of her favorite characters: defense attorney Trevor Langan, played by none other than her husband Peter Hermann -- Mariska and Peter originally met and fell in love when Peter guest-starred on the show and she loves to keep that magic alive by bringing him back to play Trevor but the trouble is he is busy with his own gigs as a series regular on Younger and his recurring role on Blue Bloods and Peter loves working with his wife, but he has his own acting career apart from Mariska -- still, he may soon have his day in court because Peter understands how Mariska feels and is trying to work his schedule to allow him some guest spots in the near future

Page 8: Star Shots -- Lenny Kravitz with a guitar flaunted his well-sculpted midsection during a stroll on the beach, Suki Waterhouse with her on-the-go grub on the set in Liverpool

Page 9: Louisa Jacobson and Taissa Farmiga and Denee Benton on the set of The Gilded Age in NYC, Conan O'Brien sipped on a soda at lunch in L.A., Katy Perry in the American Idol bathroom

Page 10: Kate Hudson with mom Goldie Hawn and kids Ryder and Rani, Kate Hudson twirled solo modeling in a pal's swimwear collection, Jude Law's daughter Iris Law who will make her acting debut in Danny Boyle's upcoming Sex Pistols biopic makes a call in London

Page 12: Kelly Osbourne handed out items at a food distribution event as the Islamic Center for Southern California, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson in the gym, despite a no-social warning a cheeky Nicole Kidman shared a pic from the set of Aaron Sorkin's Being the Ricardos in which she portrays Lucille Ball

Page 13: Anabella Sciorra and Donnie Wahlberg gloved up for a Blue Bloods scene in NYC, Heidi Klum and husband Tom Kaulitz started their morning during a walk on the beach in L.A.

Page 14: Travis Barker showed off his body art stepping off a Hollywood tour bus shirtless after filming a music video, a cheerful Britney Spears gave a fun look into her wardrobe in a pink floral frock, Scott Disick and Amelia Hamlin color-coordinated for a walk near the beach in Miami

Page 16: Lamar Odom and Aaron Carter put up their dukes to promote their Celebrity Boxing Match in Philadelphia, Priyanka Chopra Jonas and husband Nick Jonas at the BAFTAs in London, Ellen DeGeneres on the phone during a stroll in her main hood of Montecito

Page 18: Normal or Not? A denim-on-denim clad Jay Leno scratched an itch while filming a project in Los Angeles -- not normal, dressed in a Siggi sweatshirt Katie Holmes picked up some seasonal blooms on Manhattan's Upper East Side -- normal, Kate Beckinsale multitasked during a car ride by applying undereye patches -- not normal

Page 19: Gavin Rossdale appeared to be pleased with his Kitson purchase by doing a little dance after leaving the popular L.A. store -- not normal

Page 20: Fashion -- stars wow in statement-making capes -- Gisele Bundchen, Charlize Theron, Zoey Deutch

Page 21: Greta Gerwig, Elle Fanning

Page 24: Justin Bieber: How Love Saved Me -- the formerly troubled pop singer gives praise for wife Hailey Bieber

Page 25: Olivia Wilde and Harry Styles' romance has already cooled and the pair are giving each other space -- turns out Olivia and Harry don't actually have much in common -- the two jetted to London after wrapping Don't Worry Darling, but they were soon waylaid by their respective responsibilities as Olivia has been spending time with her kids Otis and Daisy while her ex Jason Sudeikis shoots Ted Lasso while Harry, who was spooked by how quickly intense things got, is gearing up for his role in My Policeman -- for now, the two have decided to reassess things when they're back in L.A., which leaves the window open for Jason, whose strategy was to let her and Harry fizzle out, then see where she is at, and it's going according to plan

* Jennifer Lopez calls off her relationship with Alex Rodriguez

* Carrie Underwood and Mike Fisher are better than ever after overcoming a rough patch, one that had their inner circle convinced they were headed for divorce -- Mike had a serious roving eye that made Carrie anxious and she would treat him like he was Mr. Underwood and tensions between the two were at an all-time high when the pandemic hit, forcing the two into extra one-on-one time, but as it turns out, their new routine is just what they needed because they set boundaries, divided up tasks and put time aside for fun things and they prioritized romance, which has made all the difference -- Carrie and Mike are re-committed to their marriage and they've been through so much so much and neither wants to throw it away

Page 26: Cover Story -- Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie's model kid -- Shiloh Jolie-Pitt the gorgeous teen is ready for her close up, but Brad and Angie are at odds about Shiloh's new passion -- Shiloh's been experimenting with girlier styles lately, including growing out her hair and she's at the age where she's starting to change things up -- Brad isn't thrilled about Shiloh's modeling dreams and idea of her walking into the lion's den gives him cause for concern -- Angelina began modeling at 16, just one year older than Shiloh and Shiloh knows that's what set her mom on her path to fame and Shiloh is constantly asking Angie about the pros and cons of the modeling world

Page 29: Model Kids -- these celeb offspring also know how to strike a pose -- Hailey Bieber, Sofia Richie, Amelia Hamlin, Lily-Rose Depp, Brooklyn Beckham, Paris Jackson, Kendall Jenner, Corinne Foxx, Ireland Baldwin, Margaret Qualley, Kaia Gerber, Leni Klum, Patrick Schwarzenegger

Page 30: Prince William and Prince Harry: Behind Closed Doors -- the estranged princes are forced to reckon with their rift as the royal family gathers for Prince Philip's funeral

Page 32: High Anxiety -- it's not so simple for celebs who struggle with panic attacks -- Emma Stone, Stephen Colbert, Amanda Seyfried

Page 33: Hugh Grant, Ryan Reynolds, Ariana Grande

Page 36: Beauty -- nail it -- self-care essentials to score the perfect at-home manicure and pedicure -- Kaley Cuoco

Page 38: Style -- cute cases -- step up your tech, and fashion, game this season with a trendy cellphone cover -- Rosie Huntington-Whiteley

Page 40: Entertainment

Page 48: Parting Shot -- Corey Feldman embraced wife Courtney Anne Mitchell as the two ventured out for a romantic outing in L.A.

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[adelaidedrubman]

because I want to hear from all three of your ocs🖤

5,9,12 (jenna), 6,10,15 (lela), and 13,14,22 (jestiny)

aaaah thank you babe you're spoiling me 💕 sorry for the little delay, i wanted to make jenna and lela some banners since nightmare child jessie has one, plus im still working on developing their voices!!

5. What is your favorite thing to do in your free time?

"Free time? Don't have much of it. That's not a complaint, that's by design. If I had wanted to finish coasting my way through grad school to a cushy position in academia that would give me summers off, I would have done it. I'm here because my projects are my passion.

But, on those occassions Faith engages in her extremely annoying habit of insisting I take a day off because she mistakenly believes it improves my mental wellbeing, I usually take time to do some light reading (nothing in my current fields, Faith's rule) or take a long walk (no taxonomy notes during, Faith's rule) or do some baking."

9. Are you a spiritual person?  If yes, what do you practice?

"Ooh, sensitive topic! It's a bit of an open secret, but no. I'm not. My affiliation with Eden’s Gate isn't purely opportunistic — I genuinely think Joseph Seed has incredibly good social intuition and an insightful perspective on the state of the world. And I'm happy to indulge his rituals — I first came here because I found them fascinating, and I still do. (Yes, I did the tattoo thing, if that's what you're wondering. People always ask about that one.) And some of them I even enjoy, the psychological benefit is real even if I don't believe in all the dogma. So spiritual, no. Practicing, yes."

12. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? (on vacation or permanently!)

"I'm very happy where I am, honestly. I have what's actually important here. Freedom to pursue my interests with very little limitation, and all my needs provided for. But it would be nice to take a trip to Brazil before its biodiversity is completely destroyed."

6. What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do?

"A lot of people here would probably say Jacob's trials, but that wasn't it for me at all. Those were easy, I was strong by the time I did that. I was ready. It was painful, but nothing like what I've been through.

The hardest thing was just surviving until then. I can't pinpoint anything in particular — I went through so many different treatments with so many different side effects for whatever they were labeling my "condition" that week, and they all hurt one way or another. But what hurt most was being weak. Watching myself slip away. That ended when I got here, I'm just fucking glad I made it."

10. Where were you born?  Where did you grow up?  Where do you live now?

"I was born in Seattle, Washington. Spent my entire life there. Traveled, sure — but always came back to stay in my little bubble. That's what everyone thought I would be doing when I came to Hope County. A temporary little wellness retreat. I told myself that too, but I know really I came here to die. But now, I'm here to stay."

15. Do you play any instruments?  Which ones?  How long have you been playing?

"Played the piccolo in high school. My parents thought it would look good on college applications. Nothing since."

13. You’re given an unlimited budget to build anything you want!  What do you build and where do you build it?

"Honestly at this point it would be nice to just have a decent fucking house. I miss my house, it wasn’t great, but it was mine. I would love to have a nice little cabin in the middle of nowhere, where nobody bothers me.

Okay, maybe something a little bigger than a cabin if I'm really sparing no expense, but nothing too big or extravagant. Not like, a fuckin' ranch style house or anything. (Which by the way, not everyone knows this apparently, but you shouldn't fuckin' call it just 'a ranch' if you don't fucking have animals on it, ranches have animals. If you don't have animals, you don't have a ranch, you've got a 'ranch style home'. Sorry it's two more words, but it's not exactly like some of the local homeowners have a problem being fuckin' verbose anyways. And it's not like those people are fooling anyone that they're a fucking rugged woodsman type either, no matter how much creepy taxidermy they get. Ha! Regular fuckin' ranch hand. Picture that. And besides, another thing is..."*

*Jestiny continues to monologue insults and observations very obviously about one John Seed, Esq. for some time, refusing to allow the conversation to be steered in any other direction or  explicitly address by name the person to whom she's referring despite giving increasingly specific identifiers. Interviewer stops recording.

14. What are your favorite music genres?

"Country, but only the good country. Nothing from this millennia, thank you. And rock, nothing cheesy, mostly alternative stuff. But no hipster shit. Somewhere between dad rock and hipster is good."

22. What’s the easiest way to flirt with you?

"I like someone with a sense of humor, if you can make me laugh that'll go a long way. But it's not always required, especially if you can get by on your looks and a half decent personality.  Just nothing corny — don't give me a bunch of insincere compliments and act like I should be grateful for 'em. Or go the other way and try to neg me — no negging, no lovebombing, don't try to show off, maybe we'll have some sparks, or at least a decent night."

#made two explicitly evil children and still managed to have jessie be the most insufferable person around #oc: deputy jestiny ellen #oc: lela grayson #oc: jenna swann