Tumgik
#could not find a higher quality for that first pic
puppetdaily · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
The Puppet Johns from They Might Be Giants
245 notes · View notes
gloryundimmed · 4 months
Note
Kai and Nun for the kid meme
CHILD-REN???
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Name: Alfric Gender: Male General appearance: blond, blue eyes, tan skin, medium height Personality: Reserved, polite, cunning, resourceful, shrewd Special talents: Partly a demon, so he has charming powers like his mother, also practices swordsmanship Who they like better: Neither Who they take after more: Nunnally Personal headcanon: He is an excellent politician who can scheme with the best of them Face Claim: None @lured-into-wonderland
1 note · View note
midchelle · 7 months
Note
how would you rank the different beatles couples wedding looks?
Now this looks like a job for me
9. John and Cyn (1962)
Tumblr media
I feel a little bad ranking them this low because the four of them had about two shillings to rub together between themselves, but this was just not a great effort. John appears to be wearing A Suit. Perhaps with a tie of some sort. Paul and George's fits look kind of similar, which makes me think he got married in his Beatles suit. I guess that was an appropriate start to their marriage.
Cynthia's having a classic Cher Horowitz faux Chanel suit moment. It's not a bad look, but it's literally something you would see in Zara. There's a pneumatic drill in the background. Cyn nearly got married to George instead. What a world that would be.
8. Paul and Heather (2002)
Tumblr media
Did you know this was one of the most expensive weddings in history? It cost 3.6 million. They rented a castle in Co. Monaghan. There were fireworks. Did you know that Heather Mills wore the most 1980s wedding dress known to man in 1989? These are the things I was forced to find out while researching this look.
I originally had this a bit higher. I didn't want to rank it low just Because Heather. But the more I look at this dress, the more I hate it. She's doing the Kate Midleton lace sleeves -- which, in fairness, was pretty forward-thinking in 2002 -- but then the lace just goes over the whole outfit, which has the effect of making everything look very same-y. Barbie in A Christmas Carol executed this idea way better.
I don't have many objections to Paul's outfit. He wore a vest. That's effort. And he matched his tie to the flowers. Like job done, basically. My only real issue here is the lack of vision. If I was Paul McCartney in 2002 and a knight of the British Empire or whatever, and I'm getting married in a castle -- I'd have a sassy little sword with me. Perhaps even just to cut the cake. Come on.
7. Paul and Linda (1969)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Don't let the cuteness of the pictures distract you from the fact that they're both dressed like they have a meeting with Harry from accounting in an hour. Paul appears to have shown the barber a picture of the guy from The Peep Show. She married him when his hair looked like that. That's love.
It's possible that Linda is wearing a non-business casual outfit under the trench. We'll never know. The problem is that these people refused to get married any time outside of the cold months. It's weird how this is the one Indian thing they all adopted.
The kid is a fun accessory. I enjoy how she and Linda appear to be matching trenches.
6. Maureen and Ringo (1965)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
I enjoy how Cyn, John, and George seem to be haunting the proceedings in the second picture.
Originally, I had this lower, but you know what? I like Maureen's little Jackie O suit with the Peter Pan collar, and I love that hair accessory she has over her bun with the bow. Ringo is fine, even if he does look like he's wearing his Dad's jacket. I really don't think it's supposed to fit like that. You're Ringo Starr and this is your wedding, you couldn't get it tailored? Or just buy one that fits better?
And once again: she married him when his hair looked like that.
5. [ERROR] (1978)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
I saw a lot of sources saying the first pic is George and Olivia. It is not. The man looks a bit like George, but the woman looks nothing like Olivia. The second picture, I think, is from George and Olivia's wedding, and yes, that is the best quality I could find. I think George has the same '70s open-collar suit thing as the man in the fake picture, but that's about all I can tell. Olivia could literally be wearing a rug for all I can see about her outfit. Since this is Schroedinger's Beatle wedding look -- neither good nor bad since I Literally Can't See It -- it goes right in the middle.
I can't believe they wanted to have a small personal wedding. It's like they weren't even thinking about all the Tumblrinas.
4. Paul and Nancy (2011)
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Nancy Shevall's royal wedding dress ft. Paul doing a classic Paul pose.
Nancy's wearing a Stella McCartney dress -- cute -- inspired by Wallis Simpson of all people, which is kind of wild as royal wedding inspiration goes, but I like it. It's tasteful while still being unconventional.
Paul also looks great. The longer hair suits him much better. Nancy Shevall is a businesswoman, and it shows. She did not marry a man with bad hair.
3. George and Pattie (1966)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Mary Quant herself personally designed George's coat. That's how serious this is.
It's a strange occurrence because this is one of the few times that `I feel more let down by the woman than the man. Don't get me wrong, Pattie looks great. Her hair's great. Makeup: great. The tights? The coat? Fantastic. But the dress itself does look like something I wore to my friend's birthday party when I was eight. Do better.
Not featured: Paul McCartney being out of his gourd during the proceedings. Sorry, Paul. This ain't about him.
2. Ringo and Barbara (1981)
Tumblr media
Unghhh they look so good. Sorry there's no joke.
Barbara's dress is so lovely and romantic -- I think it might be a top and a skirt, actually? Anyway, love the neckline, love the sleeves, love the bell skirt. The flowers tucked in at the waist? The lace? That's how you do lace, Heather! And Ringo. He got his hair cut by someone who actually likes him this time, and he's wearing a jacket that fits! That's how you know he was serious about it, and it shows -- forty-two years later. Very fond of the star pin on his lapel.
What really puts this look over a lot of the others is I do feel like they coordinated, her in all white and him in all black. And they one-upped both John and Paul by having not just one, but two kids. Beat that, McLennon.
John and Yoko (1969)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
You might've had a cute wedding look, a great wedding look, even, but did your wedding create enduring pop-cultural tropes? Don't think so.
74 notes · View notes
Note
i love Lacho asks and everyone's different feelings/opinions on them! that being said, how would you feel about a lacho personality/outfit swap au?
Omg YES those are always SO FUN
Let's focus on the outfits first Listen I just love it. It has a lot of potential. Lalo only wearing black and red??? Yes PLEASE. But it also mean bye bye loafers Lalo you're only wearing pointy boots or sneakers now. Lalo in converses omg. Lalo in Nacho's black sweater OMG ! I need a minute here. And the leather jacket. yes.
Tumblr media
Also he would rock those gold chains! The leather bracelets and riiiiing oh my.. Men wearing rings is just always a yes. And oh boy the snake earring... With his curly hair.... Someone hold me down I'm going feral (here is an unnecessary high quality pic of 💖 Nacho's hands 💖 to illustrate)
Tumblr media
I tried to find a pic of tony wearing red shirt but it doesn't exist??? Except his Lalo outfit with the flowery pattern, I mean, it's too Lalo coded to be used as an exemple of him in Nacho's outfit. There is just one pic of him wearing a red t-shirt (told you red is perfect for him, wished he would show up somewhere with a black and red suit like in Sir Avila, or even with a red dress shirt under the black costume, because damn) and I edited a pic because photoshop gives me that power
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
!!! BUT !!! While looking for pics, I just realized something. The red shirt (kind of) he wears in the scene he's doing loops at the race tracks is, to me, a look a like in style to the shirt Nacho is wearing the very first time we see him in the series. I mean the blotchy/stains looking pattern makes me link these two shirt. That would be the closest we get to actually see Lalo in an outfit that looks like Nacho's
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Now, Nacho with the fanciest shirts yes yes yes also the nice pants YES YES YES and the shoes letting his ankles visible yes yES Y E S (god I feel like a dude from middle ages here)
Tumblr media
Here (left) Lalo's shoes in Magic Man (s5E01) where he's wearing the splendid yellow shirt/deep blue pants. On the right, Michael wearing the same kind of shoes. He would do just fine I'm telling you.
Tumblr media
It also means he would be wearing COWBOY BOOTS and that's something important. True weapon here. Him in blue loafers is hilarious tho, if they don't swap the personality but only the outfits this is just so out of character I would need to find a reason why he would wear these ones. Maybe his papa gifted them to him and he feels like he has to wear them, or maybe Nacho would be that wild little thing when it came to buying clothes, it would be how his extravagant side expressed itself. But Nacho would look totally credible with other colors than red and black! The series shows us he looks really good in light colors (like we seen higher)
Tumblr media
But! Michael offers us the chance to picture Nacho wearing shirts with more patterns that to me could fit in this AU (look, with his pendant in the second pic, Lalo core)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
And he's even wearing yellow with dark blue shorts! Maybe he would look good in that Lalo outfit?
Tumblr media
Okay enough digressions about outfits (I love clothes, sorry) let's speak about the Personality
First thing coming to my mind : the first time they meet.
Okay so I have two visions for this, depending on how much we move the cursor on the personality, what "personality" includes or not. Does it swap their habits/abilities too or not.
1) No swap of habits/abilities. Nacho arrives at El Mich', smiling of course, and when he notices Mingo and the owner sitting with a stranger busy in the kitchen, he first stares at Mingo, but we can tell the affinity he has with him is even less good than in the canon version. I mean Nacho is now someone much more cold blooded here, and does Lalo have any real friends sticking at his side? no. Here Nacho is a terrible friend, a terrible dude, manipulating and mocking a lot of things, with no real consideration for people around him except his father. I'm not even sure Lalo's personality would allow a friend like Mingo to happen, but I don't want Mingo to not be in this either so they somehow make it work. So Nacho goes to the kitchen, and on the opposite of how we seen him in canon, he's much more relaxed, his arms are rarely crossed too, and just like Lalo would when he has to be intimidating, he would just stand with his arms by his side. Unlike the canon, Lalo would spot his arrival immediately, because now he's a very attentive man, he doesn't get distracted -or pretend to be- by cooking. Still, he wouldn't be the first one to talk, it would be Nacho, who would put a big smile on his face and maybe go "Hey there! You're the new cook?" and Lalo would be like "No. I'm here to replace my tio." because now he goes to the point. "Your tio? You mean Hector? What happened to him is so sad, I'm sorry. So you're a Salamanca too then?" "Yes" "Awesome! You know Tuco told me a lot about you, that you have a good head for numbers." because yeah, in this AU Nacho would be much more chatty and friendly with everyone, so he would know things about the Salamanca family members after all that time spent with them, he gets to know things about the members he never met before. Lalo would send him looks like he's not buying the friendly attitude at all, "And you are Ignacio Varga." "That's me. I've been told you were smart, and here you are, and you are!" "Great. Get to work." "Ooh bossy! Your tio taught you well, eh?" And Nacho would make his way back to the table, and Lalo would stare at him through the opening in the wall, trying to mentally explode him.
2) Kind of the same exchange EXCEPT there is a swap of habits/abilities, and now Nacho is the one cooking when Lalo arrives, and he's all singing and super busy in the kitchen and Lalo just wonders where the fuck did he just put a foot into, already regretting he left his hacienda to find himself dealing with such a loud guy.
Or maybe Nacho is still the last one to arrive at El Mich', and when he enters Lalo is sitting at one of the table, waiting silently after he met with the owner and Mingo, already getting info about how things are run in Albuquerque. Then Nacho arrives, says something like "It's so quiet in there, who's dead?" and they just all stare at him, Mingo a bit mortified, Lalo very much not amused and instantly feeling annoyed with Nacho. His tio almost died, this guy thinks he's being funny? Nacho wouldn't linger, he would act completely obvious of his joke and still be very friendly with Lalo "I'm Ignacio, but you can call me Nacho." and then he would tell the owner "You're not feeling well today? No prob I can help!" and he's gone to the kitchen in a flash to start the stove and blast music far too loudly and Lalo would rub at his temples while Mingo sends him a sorry and a bit scared look. Lalo has been nothing but very professional since he arrived, all very serious, and he's a bit scared for his friend Nacho. How will Lalo handle his personality?
Lalo knows he'll have to spend a lot of time with Nacho, but he'll do everything he can to avoid that. At first he would still ask Nacho to drive him through the city, he still have a job to do and he does it well. So they visit the different places and all.
Nacho invites him to a lot of poker nights with the guys, it happens very often, and Lalo refuses multiple times before finally accepting one day.
At some point Nacho calls him Lalito and Lalo never frowned this hard in his entire life ever before. He tells him to not call him that, but Nacho just laughs and keep on calling him Lalito. Lalo corrects him multiple times until he somehow gets used to it and stops trying to make that change.
And Nacho is very loud, unnerving, but Lalo has to admit the man is really good at his job. And that gets his respect.
I think I could keep on writing about this AU, but this is already a stupidly VERY long answer. Anyway, I hope this all make sense! Thank you for this ask, it's a very super fun one! A LOT of things to think about 💖
64 notes · View notes
aelaer · 1 year
Text
Why Leonardo da Vinci is considered awesome - a Renaissance ramble
Okay so I'm gonna use the tendrils of what I remember from European and art history to expound on this guy with my recent photos from Italy - as well as Italian Renaissance art in general. Contributions and corrections very welcome.
(Since the pics are mine they're not the highest quality; Google the name and artist for any of these to find higher quality images if you'd like to see more details.)
The Renaissance is considered to have begun in the 14th century (1300s) in Italy and spread across Europe for the next 300 years from area to area. Renaissance, meaning "rebirth", was all about humanism with a huge emphasis on the growth of knowledge and the arts. While there is no set year for its start, I believe that most would agree that it largely took off after the Black Plague (mid-century) which killed about a third of the population of Europe, helping lead to the end of serfdom and an overall upheaval of societies across the continent.
In paintings up to the mid-late 14th century from Italy, you'll see very little representation of realistic art. Most of the figures appear more flat and there's no consistency in figure size and the like. It's not necessarily that artists were incapable of realistic drawing; it's rather that symbolism was significantly more important in medieval art, and everything from size to positioning had a meaning in these pieces. Realistic portrayal wasn't the goal.
Tumblr media
Virgin and Child enthroned, with angels / Pietro Lorenzetti (c. 1340)
The early Renaissance saw a change in this style. While symbolism was still important in many paintings during the Renaissance, they started to be incorporated in a realistic manner. The gold leaf backgrounds largely became a thing of the past and painted backgrounds entered the picture. With painted backgrounds entered the need for perspective.
Artists were definitely trying early on to paint these realistic backgrounds, but perspective is a formula with very specific rules, and without knowing those rules, you can't get the perspective right. You can see that below in this early Renaissance painting. Different parts of the wall appear to be going to different vanishing points and the proportions relative to distance and the height of the viewer aren't quite there yet.
Tumblr media
Adoration of the Child with Saints / Filippo Lippi (c. 1455)
In the above artist's case, perspective was an item known by this time - Filippo Brunelleschi, the genius behind the enormous dome in the Cathedral in Florence - rediscovered it earlier that century, and his discovery was popularized by Renaissance architect Leon Battista Alberti, who published them in 1435 in a book for painters.
But this all leads up to Leonardo and artists of his caliber (such as Raphael). By the end of the 15th century and going into the 16th, the really talented artists knew the mathematical reasonings behind perspective and could accurately portray one point perspective in their works.
Tumblr media
Annunciation / Leonardo da Vinci (c. 1472 - according to Uffizi. Some attribute it as late as 1476)
Leonardo was one of the early adapters - but he wasn't the only one, not at all. So why is he so well known?
Well, he's likely so well known due to the Mona Lisa being stolen from the Louvre in 1911 and hidden for two years. That helped Leonardo's name, already well respected in the art and history world, gain fame in popular consciousness. Further references to him in the later 20th century (such as the ever-popular Ninja Turtles) only helped further.
But why is he so respected in the world of history and art?
Leonardo was one of the first called a "Renaissance Man", a term that came from the Renaissance but has come today to be known as a "a person with many talents or areas of knowledge" (per Oxford). He was not only a painter and artist, but an engineer, scientist, theorist, sculptor, and architect. Something I learned on my trip to Italy is that when he first went to Milan (because there was too much competition in Florence!) he presented himself to Lord Sforza as an engineer rather than an artist. You can see this all throughout his writings, along with his musings on all the above subjects PLUS anatomy, astronomy, botany, cartography, and paleontology (thanks Wiki).
Tumblr media Tumblr media
A couple pages from the Codex Atlanticus, one collection of his writings in Milan
Leonardo was so good at engineering that his detailed notes on a planetary clock that was in Chiaravalle Abbey during his time (and since destroyed in some fashion) has been recreated from his notes alone. And yes, it works. It's been recreated at least twice from what I can find, the newest one made by Dolce&Gabbana. This painter was so good at engineering that we have a working clock from it.
Tumblr media
(Sadly, his inventing the airlock for winemaking seems to be fiction spread to tourists - earliest dates point to 19th century for that - but he certainly had a love of wine and his own vineyard).
But what I really really wanted to cover in this post was his skill as an artist compared with his contemporaries - and I don't think anything does this quite as well as The Other Painting on the Wall.
What other painting? It turns out that the large room in the Santa Maria delle Grazie that hosts The Last Supper actually holds another mural on the opposite wall.
Ladies and gents, meet The Other Painting.
Tumblr media
Crucifixion / Giovanni Donato da Montorfano (1495)
No one seems to know that this painting is in the same room. No one cares about it, either. In WW2, Milan was hit heavily and a third of the city was destroyed. They protected The Last Supper with a wall of sandbags to try and protect it from any bombing (and while one wall of the old monastery was indeed destroyed, it miraculously survived). Donato's painting? Wasn't even considered worth trying to protect.
And well, when you look at the two contemporary pieces together, you can see why this one has no fame. It's large and impressive, yes, but so are many paintings and frescos from that time period. There's a dime a dozen of them in Italy from the Renaissance. It's when you look at the details that you see the lack of depth.
Tumblr media
Look at the mourner with blond hair and the purple and gold clothing, for instance. Consider the scene: Jesus, the one who they follow and believe to be their savior, is being killed in an absolutely horrific manner - and the expression on that man's face looks more like he's bummed out that his pizza burned in the oven. That's not anguish; it's mild disappointment.
You see that mild emotion in all the faces of the people around; fury is mere annoyance, grief is an inconvenience, and it certainly doesn't match the anguish even as the scene is written in the New Testament.
Now look across the room at the detail there. Even after its deterioration due to Leonardo's less than great experimentation with not-fresco materials, you can still see the clear confusion, anger, and disbelief in the apostles' faces when Jesus tells them that one of them is going to betray him.
Tumblr media
And these two frescos were created in the same decade.
Not only do you have the intense and all-too-human emotion in this work that the painting by Donato lacks, but you also have very subtle symbolism incorporated naturally into the painting with the Apostles all grouped in three (and indeed all the threes you can see in composition), Judas leaning down to be cloaked in shadow, and Jesus (as was common with these paintings) indicating with his hands to the Eucharist (the bread and wine).
Tumblr media
The Last Supper / Leonardo da Vinci (c. 1495-8)
Being in the same room as both of these frescos, I can say with certainty that Leonardo deserves all the praise that he gets.
30 notes · View notes
skloomdumpster · 1 year
Text
Youtuber voice: make a gifset with me :)
alright folks, welcome to another episode of Jo talking to the void. Gonna try and do a "follow my process" thing.
It's very- VERY long and image heavy. Under the cut and feel free to send me an ask if you have any questions/want me to elaborate on anything.
Part 1: Grab at any idea that sparks joy. Anything. Today mine is the word "horror", so we'll try and do a horror set.
Part 2: Scene analysis and reference hunting. I'll open a new folder on my pc named "Horror gifset" and dump there all the FTWS scenes I already have and that I think could be fun. Open pinterest and behance and type "horror", see if anything sparks an idea.
This takes me roughly 20 mins, here's what I have:
Tumblr media
I try to take a step back and see what is it about these designs that attracted me. Clearly the red & black contrast, Bloom and I actually just like the "police line" because of the amount of storytelling it brings by doing basically nothing. (Don't be fooled, I saved many many pics before narrowing it down)
Part 3: To me this is the hardest one. I want to have a small storyline in my gifset, so time to think of it. I open a notes document and just start typing whatever comes to mind, trying to keep the mood of the previous images.
Tumblr media
Here's what I landed on. It's not much, but I can now start the fun part of structuring the gifset.
Part 4: I've really been into layout lately, so now's the time to do math.
The first panel I knew I wanted to have the text centered in the middle and surrounded by the mini-gifs. Here are the two layouts I thought of. I decided to go with the second one because it's more interesting, but I already knew I'd tweak a lot, to resemble an actual police line, etc.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
I separated all of the scenes from 2x06. Both when Bloom is arrested and when she's released, considering I could use them in reverse.
When making layouts the only things to keep in mind is that the dashboard optimal width is 540 px and that the space in between every piece of "frame" you put within a gif is 2px. So let's say I was going with the square layout 1. It's 540 px width, BUT I can't just divide 540/3 and make that the size of my layout, because I need to account for the space in between the squares too. So the math is actually 540 - 4 (because I have three columns - two gaps)/3 = 178 px. All the squares in that image are 178 x 178.
On Scene grabbing: I do everything I can to use footage that's high quality. This is the easiest way for your gifs to come out pretty, avoid anything lower than 1080. Especially if you're grabbing a scene that'll need loads of adjustments like a night scene or a period piece with too much yellow, grab even higher quality than 1080.
When I work with Redeeming Love's footage, I work with 4k quality, because I know I'm about to destroy the quality by adjusting it.
Tumblr media
I mean look at the amount of yellow.
I t*rrent all my scenes in MKV, then use Avidmux to chop the entire movie/show into smaller sized scenes and convert it into mp4.
Part 5: Back to the set. Once I have the basic layout, I pull in my scenes and check if they make sense. One big tip is to stop thinking of scenes as what you watched, but as what you're seeing.
Scenes meaning are very easily altered by whatever context they're put in. Look for scenes in unexpected places (the romantic scene can absolutely be horror footage) and reverse the order or add in effects to alter their meaning.
Each one of these gifs had it's own peculiarities. So to break it down:
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Gif 1: I colored it to bring out the black and added the blue because I knew I wanted to use overwhelming red later and this would pop-out. Shaded the white streaks so they'd appear more like police lines and colored them using a gradient just so it'd be more interesting. I didn't like how Bloom's upper part lined up with the cuffs, so I inverted it and brought out the red
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Gif 2: First off, I scavenged my memory to try and find a scene where a character appears with white eyes like Bloom's. This poor fella is from The Covenant (2005). I color matched both Bloom's and his scenes so the green was neutralized and we had more blue and red. Then finally I added the phone where the actual storyline I wrote back up starts to unfold.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Gif 3.1: First off, this gif is 540 width, but not 540 px tall. It's actually 400 px tall, which is a good tip: You don't have to stick to one format when giffing. Sometimes a layout or scene simply won't work in a tall format and that's fine.
For this first part all I did was color Bloom, slap the all red color map and the text. Then I realized I didn't like her swimsuit under blending, so I went back and specifically desaturated the red in the starting layer and made it dark, so it'd show up black. The "20 years" are subtle, but in my head it'd be what the characters are hearing in their nightmare, so it's just a faint whisper in the corner.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Gif 3.2: I colored all scenes to match each other. Sky's was the darkest one, so I knew I'd try and match to his because then I wouldn't have to destroy the quality of his footage to match the others. Musa's scenes was tricky because in the actual scene she's waking up slowly and happy. I chose to speed it up and start the gif already in her movement, so you don't realize she's actually very relaxed in the scene.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Gif 4: I started by coloring Bloom and Riven's footage, reducing the yellow and bringing out the blue and red in both. As you can see there's still a candle behind Riven, that makes it hard to see his face, so what I did was add a black shape under (or you could paint a layer in PS) with black and just blur the edges, so his footage would actually show. Finally there was that big empty spot in the upper left, so I added a note and used it to wrap up the story of the set.
There are two layers of text, both set to multiply: one is the actual text, the second one is in a brighter red and blurred in one direction, so it looks like the text got smeared in a rush. Added the blood and ta-da! We're done.
Exporting:
Tumblr media Tumblr media
If you're exporting from After Effects, I've found exporting in MOV works better than trying to export in mp4, since it doesn't compress the file. You'll notice I'm using the format "apple ProRes 444", that's simply because this format keeps the alpha channel (transparent). While I didn't need it in this set, it's an habit.
Once I export from after effects, we're importing in Photoshop.
Tumblr media
I import by going File > Import > Video Frame to Layers. Then you select your file and you should have this:
Tumblr media
Hit OK.
If you don't have the timeline here, simply go in "Window > Timeline"
Tumblr media
You'll end up with something like this. Now here's the most boring part of giffing, but don't give up now!
Tumblr media
Go on the 3 lines on the bottom right of the timeline (=) and click on "select all frames". Once they're all selected, click the little down arrow under the little thumbnails to change the timing. I change mine from 0.04 to 0.05
Then I select all my LAYERS (not frames), put them inside a group. And click:
Tumblr media
On this little piled up icon to transform into the video timeline. This is so we can sharpen our gifs.
Right Click on top of the group on the layers panel and select "convert to smart object". Then in the upper bar, click Filter > Sharpen> Smart Sharpen and use these settings:
Tumblr media
This is what makes gifs look clear and crispy.
FINALLY we're saving. You can do it manually, like a peasant, by going on file > export > save for web (legacy). Or you can play keyboard piano and hit alt+shift+ctrl+s.
Tumblr media
These are my export settings.
Things to keep in mind:
"Diffusion" is just one of the types of exporting you can do. TWEAK THIS for every gif. Sometimes very detailed gifs will look better with Pattern. Very colorful ones with Diffusion. It varies a lot.
"Adaptive" is just another way the pixels are laid out. I don't actually see much difference here, but I always tweak on all settings, just to make sure I'm getting the best quality by the smaller size.
On the bottom left you'll see your size. Mine is currently 6.82M. All you have to know is that Tumblr won't allow any gif bigger than 9.8M.
Looping Options: make sure it's in forever, otherwise your gifs won't play.
And then... finally, hit save.
....
Now rinse repeat and do this for 200 other gifsets, because it's a totally fun hobby to have!
26 notes · View notes
puppyluver256 · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media
[Image Description: Lorelei, a member of the Elite Four of Kanto, and her Lapras. Lorelei is a woman with light skin, long red hair in a ponytail, red eyes, and pink lipstick. She is wearing silver wire-frame glasses, a light blue crystal-shaped ponytail holder, a black suit jacket with silver collar and blue stripes on the sleeves, a pale blue belt with a light blue buckle, a pale blue undershirt with black accents, a black pencil skirt, tan nylon stockings, and black high-heeled shoes with blue toes and a design resembling snowflakes. Lapras is a large Pokemon resembling a plesiosaur with a grey bumpy shell on its back, having blue skin that becomes yellow on the underside, large brown eyes, swirled "ears", and a short horn on its forehead. The background is Lorelei's room in the Indigo Plateau. The wall in the back is orange, a large white door with an orange and white Pokeball design on the right. The floor is blue with a white and purple arena pattern, and a large icy pillar is on the left. End ID.]
-----
“Welcome to the Pokémon League! I am Lorelei of the Elite Four! No one can best me when it comes to icy Pokémon. Freezing moves are powerful. Your Pokémon will be at my mercy when they are frozen solid! Hahaha! Are you ready?”
Elite Four time baybee! Have an ice queen! I swear I can't think of Lorelei anymore without having that one Styx song of the same name stuck in my head. Not that that's a problem, of course, it's a good song!
And yeah, you've probably already noticed One Major Difference between this pic of Lorelei and the previous trainer artwork. I did, of course, use the Let's Go design for Lorelei instead of the FRLG design. Two reasons for this change, the first one being that the FRLG artwork of the Elite Four that I could find was of lower quality than those of the Gym Leaders, Leaf, Blue, and of course the Pokemon themselves, and while I will be referencing that artwork for their overall body structure due to the proportions being more in-line with my usual way of drawing people their Let's Go artwork was of much higher quality in terms of color sampling. The second being that, at least in the case of Lorelei and Agatha, I simply prefer their Let's Go designs and the way their outfits for Let's Go incorporate elements of their type specialties. Those two will be the only exceptions to the trend unfortunately; Bruno and Lance both show up in Heart Gold and Soul Silver and look close enough to their FRLG appearances for the color sampling to still be accurate (and iirc Bruno's look is also almost exactly the same in Let's Go as well!), so I will be using their FRLG designs as per everyone else.
💖🐶 Check out my pinned post for ways to support my artwork, among other things! 🐶💖
~Likes are appreciated, but reblogs are greatly preferred as they let more people see my content! If you have something to say, feel free to give feedback in tags/comments/replies as well!~
Lorelei, Lapras, and other Pokemon concepts © Nintendo/GameFreak Artwork © PuppyLuver Studios
12 notes · View notes
gsl-leyready · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
So I did this thing…
I have a passion for music and it’s something that I’ve loved all my life. Over the years this passion developed into me producing music just so I can immerse myself into it as deep as I could and feel a part of it, proud of my creations. Nevertheless I’ve never quite shared my love for production with many people personally as I’ve always had this overriding feeling that my production wasn’t up to scratch and I needed to hone my skills to a higher degree to be industry level like the beats placed on artists albums and mixtapes. Even so, I at least was reaching a point to where I was willing to start an online beat store and if people were willing to buy my beats online it would give me a sense that my production quality and skills were going in the right direction.
One day when I was looking for a tutorial on YouTube regarding Waves Vitamin Sonic Enhancer I came across a video created by a certain someone named Dame Taylor. I thought it was a pretty good video, decided to subscribe to his channel and thought nothing more of it. Subsequent to this, I remember receiving a notification once or twice for one of his YouTube live streams but I had ignored them choosing to divert my attention elsewhere, that is until one pivotal day returning home from shopping when I received a notification I decided to enter his livestream, boy was I in for a surprise. Challenging commenters and subscribers with letters (I one of them) or unidentifiable images in their display pics and a lack of any content on their pages (me also included) as not conveying any human elements to themselves I was instantly enthralled by the message he was pushing - #HumanGang.  I remember him saying “I don’t know what you look like, I don’t know if you’re a guy or a girl...” Finding out that he was an industry producer of some form or fashion one poignant aspect that stuck with me was when he stated that being human and a good person is a key aspect of the music industry, even more so than the beats you make being that this enables the formulation relationships and bonds within the industry. I had not heard no other YouTube creator telling their viewers anything remotely like this and this was a stark contrast to the numerous amounts of videos online portraying that you could make and sell beats online without ever even needing to show who you were.  When I heard all of this I instantly called my brother to pass on the message I had just witnessed and that he must also witness this message first hand himself. So just like that, in the relatively short amount of time I was in Dame’s live stream he had turned my whole mindset in relation to selling beats online on it’s head but yet there was still more to come.
Becoming an ardent supporter of the message Dame was pushing, I canvassed a lot of his videos and made sure to tune into his subsequent livestreams as much as I could - even with the massive 8-hour time difference with him being in California and me in the UK, with his livestreams starting at minutes after 1, 2 or even sometimes 3 in the morning. As entertaining as these subsequent livestreams were with the online shenanigans coming from Dame challenging other YouTube creators and haters going at him, there were many hidden gems to be found in the lives and the videos he posted. In these he would state how beat stores are cap being that they are essentially a rat race and online tutorials not really teaching much with you most likely being just as good or even better than the creator themselves. His advice for improving – PUSH BUTTONS! Although there was no evidence of his beats on his YouTube page his authenticity was palpable so I took the risk of believing in what he was saying, with the trust in my faith confirmed when he had begun to show snippets of his beat making qualities by making some beats in a few of his lives so I definitely knew he wasn’t gassing about his production quality as it blew my mind what I had heard, being the best sounding beats I had heard from a ‘YouTube creator’.
Nevertheless even with this all making sense and being good advice it left me with an interesting dilemma: what was I to do to reach my aspiration of being an industry level producer? Enter M – League: In a few more of his following lives Dame said that he realised that with all the advice he had given about producers not to follow YouTube tutorials he hadn’t provided a solution with commentors and subscribers asking, “So what are we going to do then Dame?” when one day to my surprise he stated that he was going to create an online music community whereby in the end he would definitely have improved one’s production skills. Although initially hesitant I quickly told myself that this was potentially a once in a lifetime opportunity and remembered the maxim, ‘If not now, when?’
So with that said on 21/02/23 I joined M-League! Our first team meeting took place 27/02/23 and ever since then to say that I’ve learned more than most of the years I’ve spent watching YouTube tutorials is an understatement. I’ve been pushed beyond my boundaries instantly and it’s made me look at my production technique in a completely different light. Not only this but Dame has also enquired about every members goals, wanting to get in touch with what really drives and moves us on our journey – totally unexpected.  Being a part of M-League I am extremely proud to represent and share a community with an amazing group of like-minded individuals who are very supportive and motivational in our common pursuit.  Finally and overall M-League has also pushed me out of my comfort zone to realise that I need to be more receptive to sharing myself with the world, such as this here. Next level.
2 notes · View notes
webtoolsmateqlju64 · 7 months
Text
Youtube Channel Banner Downloader: Benefits And How To Use
A YouTube channel banner downloader is often a useful Software that gives a lot of Added benefits for content creators, marketers, and fanatics alike. This submit will delve into the main advantages of employing a YouTube banner downloader. Then, Look at our guide to find out how to use it.
Let us learn what this Software can do for you personally!
What's A Youtube Channel Banner?
A YouTube channel banner is a giant image at the highest of a YouTube channel page. It truly is like a visual image of your channel's identification.
As it goes over the entire channel web page, it's an opportunity so that you can present your creativeness by including their emblem, photos, hues, and text that match their brand name.
These banners are crucial mainly because they help create a recognizable brand name. By making use of their logos or slogans, creators could make their channels much more unforgettable. Banners also assist with endorsing things like new movies or collaborations.
Exactly what is A Youtube Channel Banner Downloader?
A YouTube channel banner https://webtoolsmate.com/youtube-channel-banner-downloader downloader can be a Resource or Internet site that permits you to help save the large pics at the best of YouTube channels. It helps you obtain banner YouTube to help keep them with your system.
People today use these banner downloaders for different reasons. Some creators or designers may want to see how productive channels layout their banners for Suggestions or to boost their own.
Alternatively, supporters could possibly acquire them as souvenirs. In the meantime, Entrepreneurs or scientists could use these tools to study how various channels use visuals for their makes.
Do not forget that You can utilize this Resource to keep the banners in your system in your use or inspiration, but You should definitely respect copyright regulations and also the legal rights of creators.
Why Use A Youtube Channel Banner Downloader?
There are many reasons why these banner downloaders are becoming popular. Down below are many of them!
Effort and time Saving
Using a YouTube channel banner downloader could help you save time and effort. In place of manually getting screenshots or recreating banners, this Resource does the work for you.
Without having a downloader, you are going to expend a lot more time capturing the banners by yourself. It can be an inconvenience, plus the impression high-quality may not be nearly as good. But with it, you may quickly and easily download the banners within their primary excellent.
In addition to, this Software is helpful if you wish to gather banners from distinctive channels. Instead of checking out Each individual channel and capturing them one by one, this Software permits you to get them all much more simply just.
High-Excellent Photos
Having a YouTube banner downloader, you can find higher-quality pictures that hold the initial models intact. Any time you get screenshots manually, the images won't seem nearly as good or could be distorted.
But with a downloader, you can get the first YT background banner photos in outstanding (crystal clear and sharp) quality.
Owning substantial-high quality banner illustrations or photos is helpful for many things. Peo
Youtube Channel Banner Downloader: Benefits And How To Use
A YouTube channel banner downloader is often a useful Software that gives a lot of Added benefits for content creators, marketers, and fanatics alike. This submit will delve into the main advantages of employing a YouTube banner downloader. Then, Look at our guide to find out how to use it.
Let us learn what this Software can do for you personally!
What's A Youtube Channel Banner?
A YouTube channel banner is a giant image at the highest of a YouTube channel page. It truly is like a visual image of your channel's identification.
As it goes over the entire channel web page, it's an opportunity so that you can present your creativeness by including their emblem, photos, hues, and text that match their brand name.
These banners are crucial mainly because they help create a recognizable brand name. By making use of their logos or slogans, creators could make their channels much more unforgettable. Banners also assist with endorsing things like new movies or collaborations.
Exactly what is A Youtube Channel Banner Downloader?
A YouTube channel banner https://webtoolsmate.com/youtube-channel-banner-downloader downloader can be a Resource or Internet site that permits you to help save the large pics at the best of YouTube channels. It helps you obtain banner YouTube to help keep them with your system.
People today use these banner downloaders for different reasons. Some creators or designers may want to see how productive channels layout their banners for Suggestions or to boost their own.
Alternatively, supporters could possibly acquire them as souvenirs. In the meantime, Entrepreneurs or scientists could use these tools to study how various channels use visuals for their makes.
Do not forget that You can utilize this Resource to keep the banners in your system in your use or inspiration, but You should definitely respect copyright regulations and also the legal rights of creators.
Why Use A Youtube Channel Banner Downloader?
There are many reasons why these banner downloaders are becoming popular. Down below are many of them!
Effort and time Saving
Using a YouTube channel banner downloader could help you save time and effort. In place of manually getting screenshots or recreating banners, this Resource does the work for you.
Without having a downloader, you are going to expend a lot more time capturing the banners by yourself. It can be an inconvenience, plus the impression high-quality may not be nearly as good. But with it, you may quickly and easily download the banners within their primary excellent.
In addition to, this Software is helpful if you wish to gather banners from distinctive channels. Instead of checking out Each individual channel and capturing them one by one, this Software permits you to get them all much more simply just.
High-Excellent Photos
Having a YouTube banner downloader, you can find higher-quality pictures that hold the initial models intact. Any time you get screenshots manually, the images won't seem nearly as good or could be distorted.
But with a downloader, you can get the first YT background banner photos in outstanding (crystal clear and sharp) quality.
Owning substantial-high quality banner illustrations or photos is helpful for many things. Peo
0 notes
mish-tique · 2 years
Note
Hii, please don't be sad!! You didn't fail kinktober. I just hope you're doing fine and okay. Writing should be fun and relaxing (pretty sure it's really not), you shouldn't be getting tired because of it so rest up!! Don't be pressured by us readers!!
And if you feel sad about this, completely valid! i hope carlos' pole made you feel better!!
SPOILERS for "The Risk of It All"
🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹
🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹
Oooh i was waiting for this one actually, glad i'm getting it early
"His laptop is on his bed, and the stream Max is filming downstairs plays with the sound not too loud. Their apartment is isolated very badly, they discovered one night when Lando had been jerking off in his bedroom and Max could hear every single sound he made downstairs" <- boyfriends 🥺🥺
"Especially when it can hurt Max." <- and this line, i love how lando loves max
"At that thought, he bites his lip and turns the buttplug’s vibrations another level higher, then another without allowing Max an adjustment period." <- i just know that there's one or more watching fans making up scenarios in their head about the blush on max's face or the stutters that fall from his mouth
"anything somewhat related to public indecency gets them both going" <- i'm betting everything that they've done it on track already after one of lando's debriefs and the paddock seemed quiet enough that they could sneak off to the track
"It’s going to be so much fun to analyze the video later and point out all of Max’s tells and watch his boyfriend’s slightly humiliated reaction to it all. " <- they'd also be scrolling down some social media site and see the reaction pics that fans are making from the stream
😳😳😳😳😳
"starting next week im going to work full time" <- hope it won't be too tiring and that it'll be fun, and that you have nice colleagues and boss
drink lots of water and eat lots of comfort food! here's some roses, i hope they add to your day!!
🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹
-Rose 🥺🌹
Carlos' pole def made me feel better!! even more so when i got absolutely black out drunk after that. like. you win some. (and you lose some directly after when that man retires one corner in.)
And it kind of sucks because i know i shouldn't be tired but I am because i was going so well? like normally when I try these kind of things i give up pretty early and then the disappointment isn't big either, but now things were going so well and ugh. i was so close. but the last left over projects for kinktober are quite big ones, with the exception of one, so i want to properly take my time for it and make people happy, so I'm going for quality over quantity.
nortrell boyfriends >>>
eheheh what if a fan writes a fanfic which ended up being reality
Lando: hey max, come read this
Max: ??? what's this
Lando: someone wrote a fic about you being fucked while on stream.
Max: ...did they know??
Lando: no, but they were close
please. on track. at the golfing club. at some beach club. on the beach. anywhere. everywhere.
And thank you! The job is very fun! and at first I thought i would be able to handle it like, energy wise, but yesterday it got me so exhausted i went to sleep at 20:30 like some granny LMAO. today i might at least be able to see it become 21:00. But my colleagues are nice! and i don't see my boss LMAO. something about nurses and being able to run stuff themselves.
my current food obsession is nature valley's protein peanut & chocolate bar. absolutely amazing.
I hope your college work is going well, that you are managing to find rest and time to sleep enough, and that you adjust well to the fall coming, if you're on this side of the earth.
1 note · View note
gamble74vilstrup · 2 years
Text
replica burberry scarf 25
Burberry In Italy now, you can literally be arrested and taken to jail for purchasing a fake Gucci bag!! When hubby and I went back to Italy in 2011, you can hardly spot a black market road vendor anyplace. The change in the laws labored for at least that a part of the “fake” problem in Italy. Whatever it's, it's soft…but definitely not as gentle as the true scarf. Maybe once they hacked into their seller’s account, they have been able to change the Paypal account it was connected to, to their own. “We simply sold out of a few of them — a little bit of a surprise so early within the season,” she says, and points to the brand’s thicker, chunky-gauge types just like the Gianna scarf as top sellers for the brand. Gucci GG Jacquard ScarfThe Gucci GG motif was initially designed within the 1930s, nevertheless it wasn’t until the reimagined model was launched within the Nineteen Seventies that it actually grew to become a key piece of the Italian model. Clear proof that the motif continues to be a strong symbol to today, the GG Jacquard scarf is a best-seller across the world—take one look at it and you’ll understand why. I received a bundle today with a Burberry scarf and an odd bill of 6,180,00 HKD. The scarf is NOT evenly striped on every finish. It would have been simple for them to match the stripes on the end. When I visited a Burberry outlet that’s about an hour from my house, I found the costs in there to be nearly as excessive as these on the Burberry retailer online. Hi Susan I’ve bought a vintage Burberry scarf and I needed to know if you could take a look at my label ? Justin, I actually wouldn’t feel snug trying to find out that for you. The only reason I knew the one from eBay was fake is as a outcome of eBay notified me that the sellers account had been hacked. You are so right, it’s wonderful how many issues it goes with. Read more about studying how to authenticate varied gadgets. How it really works The most trusted service within the business, defined. Authentication Service Send us pics and data, we'll come again with a verdict. Certificate of Authenticity Got scammed with fakes? Key to this reimagining was growing an understanding of tips on how to democratically market high-end luxurious style. The quickest method to spot a fake Burberry scarf is to examine the wash tag with the multiple traces of text. The quality of the counterfeit manufactured Burberry scarves never compares to the authentic scarves’ printings. Please notice that this policy solely applies to gadgets bought online. Moreover, these things should be returned directly to our charity companions return addresses. Returns are accepted by Thriftify - inside a 14 day interval from the supply date. Burberry fantastic and kooky "Wind-Blown Doggies & Umbrellas" silk jacquard scarf is accented with hand-rolled edges and measures 18 inches by 18 and a half inches. wikipedia scarf This Burberry scarf is in good situation no holes no tears, no stains Tassels are full and intact at each ends Light weight scarf made of 100%LAMBSWOOL It has been dry cleaned s... one hundred pc GENUINE BURBERRY VINTAGE SCARF First slightly bit in regards to the Burberry Brand we now have been requested many occasions why are some of our scarves and coats with Burberrys on the emblem and ... First a little bit about the Burberry Brand we now have been requested many times why are some of our scarves and coats with Burberrys on the emblem and not Burberry Burberry and Burberrys ... Check out the various burberry scarf china at Alibaba.com and purchase these products while saving a lot of money and meet your requirements. These objects can be found as OEM orders along with custom-made packaging when ordered in bulk. The products are certified, breathable, and dust-proof. The Tielocken coat — a forerunner to the trench coat — was patented in 1912, featuring just a button at the collar and a single strap. Higher-ranking British officers throughout World War I donned trench coats designed by the likes of Burberry, Aquascutum and different firms. That being said, looking back at the true vs fake Burberry scarf picture above, you can notice how the fake Burberry scarf has its letters looking very thin compared to those met on the genuine wash tag. Burberry is a British luxurious trend home headquartered in London, England. Apart from its legendary examine scarves, the model is also well-known for producing ready-to-wear items, fragrances, cosmetics and other style equipment. Our staff has researched and reviewed these products that will help you provide you with a better choice. We’ve additionally put up a burberry scarf low cost shopping information with the options you probably can think about when shopping for the Burberry Scarf Replica. Elizabeth doesn’t seem like sporting a duplicate of Diana’s engagement ring. The sapphire piece was worn by the late royal till her divorce was finalised in 1996. Shop our intensive vary of designer footwear, we have something for everybody. It’s not simply the black design of the headband that seems blurry or fuzzy on the fake Burberry scarf. It utterly lived as much as all the great issues I’ve at all times heard about Burberry scarves. Words can’t adequately describe how delicate it's. Style your winter outfits with this elegant muffler from Burberry. burberry silk scarf replica It features a logo design and can make sure everyone knows about your excessive style in fashion. Burberry's scarf is knitted with three distinct panels of warm yellow, pastel pink, and navy. It's crafted from a light-weight and opulent blend of mohair and silk and finished with... Burberry's scarf is knitted with three distinct panels of bright red, caramel, and lightweight blue. I doubt that scarf was even from the outlet as a end result of it was bought to me by some person who hacked one other person’s eBay account. So, it was bought by a nefarious particular person, not a great person. I could be so shocked to find that Burberry would launch anything substandard to their shops as a outcome of they're so discriminating.
0 notes
rosa67fenger · 2 years
Text
The Way To Purchase Cheap Louis Vuitton Knockoffs
All the gadgets are 40% off and worldwide free delivery! You can find the objects just like the Replica Louis Vuitton purses, Replica Louis Vuitton purses, Replica Louis Vuitton wallets and lots of extra. Buy the one which takes your heart on the primary sight. We discover you a few of the best links for dupes, clones, tremendous copy, copy and replicas for different merchandise. Another thing to have a look at is the central stitching on the again of the trainer. The stitching goes deeper on the genuine pairs, and the lateral stitching is of noticeably higher high quality. There are many replicas of the Balenciaga Speed Trainer but luckily there are a few methods to identify them. At the inside the bag has one zipper pocket and two open pockets. The zipper pull is marked with Louis Vuitton on each side written throughout an imaginary circle. Also, at the inside of the bag there are two tags. The first one is the primary brown leather tag warmth embossed with the circled “R” followed by “LOUIS VUITTON” on a row and “PARIS” on the following row. The leather patch is stitched up in a lightweight beige colour. The compact bag is perfectly suited to any apparel, whether or not it's casual or formal. The Saintonge also has the ability to complete your general ensemble as it's going to complement any of your prepossessing outfits. Definitely guaranteed to delight those near you. I am taking a look at buying this purse from bags vista however it asks for both an e-check, western union (which I’ve by no means labored with), or the bitcoin choice. I’m undecided which is the best option seeing as I’m new to this process! NéoNoé is a bucket bag that was crafted by Louis Vuitton which was originally made for transferring bottles of champagne. From its humble beginning in 1933, the NéoNoé bucket bag is now one of the staples of contemporary-day fashion bags. The bucket bag has an adjustable strap which can be detachable. It could be carried on-shoulder or through cross-body. "Paying close consideration to minor particulars helped me insure that my spouse's bag was indeed genuine." I even have ordered the neverfull mm bag from bagsvista and I am not glad. Waiting to see if they may make it proper or not. I even have an actual LV neverfull in monogram, and I can’t inform a difference between the 2 purses. replica designer wallet After analyzing this Louis Vuitton Neverfull MM Damier Canvas replica I actually have to say that it's a fairly decent high quality replica. It is produced from excessive end materials, the craftsmanship is properly done, and it options the genuine logos and markings. The measurements and feel are fairly good and, frankly, it appears very nice. All things thought of, it was quite a wonderful buying decision. I additionally meant to ask as a result of I wasn’t sure, however I also read on the website description that all the bags come geared up with a date code, identical to the real factor. I even have genuine Lv and yes it’s 10/10 with this replica LV. "This article helped me so much to learn to examine quality and authenticity of the Louis Vuitton purse." "Questions and solutions part helped, plus photos. You might show extra pics of actual vs. fake, though." "I obtained a LV bag today and was curious to find out if it was actual. Everything I realized right here factors to it being real." look for actual or fake, however studying this text made me see how important it's to search for so many different factors, truly eye opening." Do a Google seek for Louis Vuitton "nation codes". So you a minimum of know which letters are replicas/ genuine. The ‘O’ will look round, not oval, and the ‘O’ on an actual bag will normally look larger than the ‘L’. On fakes, this etching will both be lacking or poor high quality. wikipedia wallets The "RB" etching ought to be crisp and etched, not painted on.
0 notes
emepe · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
— Pairing: Eren x Reader, one-night stand
— General info: 18+, modern AU, one-shot, fluff, smut, light angst
— Summary: “We found each other, like strangers, you and I.” (Like Ships, from Over The Garden Wall)
— Content warnings: nsfw, vaginal fingering, mentions of cheating, mentions of heartbreak, mentions of rough breakups, implied depression (mild), one-night stands, mentions of failed meet-ups/relationships, mentions of unhealthy relationship, lots of yearning.
— Notes: A special thank you to @dreamy-jaeger​ for being the best beta reader I could ask for. Thank you for taking the role of Eren’s ex-girlfriend, you are so brave :’) 
Links: AO3 |  Masterlist
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Whoever said dating apps were a cesspool of people for every taste clearly needed higher standards. 
You’ve been swiping left for the past hour. It’s hard to find the perfect candidate for a one-night stand in the midst of cringe-worthy gym pics, corny lines for a bio, misogynist mantras, and people who refuse to show anything that can allow you to get a good enough idea of what they look like. 
You’re not at all shy about being picky. Although, when you first started swiping, you did try to be a little more open-minded, find a guy just decent enough. Meaningless sex — supposedly — implies that there’s not much importance given to the physical appearance of your partner. So why put so much effort into finding someone who you think you’d look good with if that’s not your ultimate goal? Because morals and lustful ambitions are screwed when you actually want to enjoy every part of the libido-driven experience. So, basically, you’re dead set on finding someone that can fulfill all your rigorous criteria.
The minutes tick by as does your hope to find someone who’s both nice to look at and doesn’t give you the wrong vibes. 
You talk along to yourself as you swipe, your room musicalized by a continuous string of no, ew, nope, definitely not.
Until you come across his profile. 
Well, at first, you don't really know who he is, given that the first picture has two people. A brunet and a blond. The brunet has green eyes and the blond has blue ones. Weirdly enough, they both have their hair styled with an undercut, though the brunet has choppier bangs while the blond’s cover his forehead. 
Normally, you’d instantly swipe left on a guy that doesn’t show himself exclusively in the first picture — do they not know the basics of a quality profile? — but they’re both cute, so you continue snooping through the profile. You only hope they’re not a couple looking to open their relationship for a third person. You’re not in the mood for that much action.
But as your eyes move from the picture you see that the profile reads only one name.
Eren, 23.
13 miles away.
You tap through his pictures, inevitably smiling as you find him kind of cute. It turns out Eren is the brunet. He’s got no more than four pictures but they’re enough for you to take a liking to him. There’s a picture with his golden-retriever-like friend, one where he’s standing on a hiking trail — though he’s not posing ridiculously or trying too hard to seem manly. The third picture is of him sitting on the floor playing guitar. The last picture is of him sitting crisscrossed on a sofa, holding a calico cat while he smiles into the camera propped a few feet away.
Cute.
There’s not much else to his profile other than the tiny blue icon that’s meant to back up his honest existence on the app. But, if you're truthful, you’re kind of already picturing an encounter.
You swipe right.
Tumblr media
Somewhere 13 miles away.
“Come on, man. Just one girl,” Jean begs as he pushes himself off the sofa and walks over to get a soda from the fridge. “We’ve been on this app for an hour. Are you seriously telling me none of these girls are good enough for you?”
Eren sighs heavily as he looks at a new profile and shakes his head. Armin, his best friend sitting beside him on the couch holding his phone, swipes left.
“It’s not that,” Eren murmurs. “I just don’t think this is the right way to get over… her.”
Armin glances behind him to share a meaningful look with Jean. Though his blue eyes carry more of a stern warning than an inside joke or an aggravated eye roll.
It’s been around a month since Eren broke up with his girlfriend. Or rather, she dumped him. Since then, speaking the girl’s name has been taboo. Jean and Armin have been walking on eggshells for four weeks, trying their best to survive the complicated minefield of conversational topics that could drive Eren to think of the girl that broke his heart after five years of what he thought was the happiest time of their lives. Apparently not. Because apparently, Eren was too sensitive for her. 
But he couldn’t help that he fell in love with her from the moment he laid eyes on her when she walked in late for the first lecture to their Intro to Philosophy class freshman year of college. 
She looked like an angel. Dark, silky hair falling over her milky skin and the prettiest brown eyes that took his breath away. How was he not supposed to fall for her? Eren never thought about having a type but when she walked in, he just knew he wanted to get to know her.
He couldn’t stop smiling when she said yes to a date, and he was over the moon when she accepted to be his girlfriend two months later. Sure, looking back, he might’ve been a bit clingy once they put a label on it, and now he’s slightly embarrassed by it. But she had his heart. He showered her with kisses every day, drowned her in praise, and did everything in his power to make her happy. He’d make her laugh, take her on the most elaborate dates, and stick little notes in her bag so she’d find something nice to read at the end of her day. At night, whether it was in her dorm or his, he made love to her in the most tender way.
He thought he was set. He thought “this is the girl I’m going to marry”. They moved in together after college, but only a year later she was calling it quits and carrying a suitcase out the door to never return. 
It was too painful to stay in the apartment after that. He could barely get through a week without crying. And so he moved in with Armin and Jean, his two closest friends. It was a good thing they had a spare bedroom or he would’ve felt like much more of a burden than his ex-girlfriend made him.
About an hour ago, Jean and Armin somehow got him to say yes to creating an account on a dating app. 
“You need to get out there! If it’s not for something serious, at least learn to have a little fun,” Jean said.
Eren frowned.
"I don't know. I'm not that kind of guy. Besides, I'm not sure if anyone would even find me interesting.”
Jean gave him an incredulous look. Armin simply observed him with concern.
Eren was a good-looking guy. Although he only ever cared what she thought of him and that was always enough. Ever since the breakup, Eren lost his confidence. One month wasn't the longest time but after seeing how fallen and small Eren had become, his friends refused to let him wallow any further. 
"Dude, objectively speaking, you're a fine piece of ass." 
Eren cringed at Jean's choice of words and turned to look at Armin, who in return just shrugged. "And you can't know you're not that kind of guy unless you give it a shot."
Eren remained quiet.
Jean sighed. "Not everything has to be so serious, you know? If a one-night stand doesn't work, you can always go back to wallowing."
"I don't want that, either," Eren mumbled. 
"Well then you have to do something," Jean said as he took a sip of his soda and picked up Noodle — Armin’s calico cat — on his way back to the couch.
Noodle wasn’t a big fan of Jean — he always smothered him — but there were times when he allowed the tall ash-brown-haired man to carry him around the apartment. He let out a screech of surprise when Jean picked him up but then fell limp in his arms until they reached the sofa and proceeded to abandon him for Eren’s lap.
“Traitor,” Jean mumbled as he watched the picky cat curl into a ball.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Eren,” Armin offered kindly. “We just don’t want you to lose yourself. Maybe experiment other things?”
“What happened to taking some time for myself, huh? Learning to be alone?”
Armin grimaced, Jean looked the other way.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, Eren, but you never want to go out even if it’s with just us. It’s different to be alone than to be lonely. In any case, being alone doesn’t seem to be working for you,” Armin explains with as gentle a tone as he can manage.
“And what makes you think I’ll be any better going out with a complete stranger?” Eren huffed, getting a little more defensive.
“I don’t know, dude!” Jean groaned with twice as much frustration. “You’ll meet new people? Get a reminder of what it’s like to be human?”
That seemed to shut Eren up. Jean shrunk in his spot as Eren’s gaze was lost in Noodle’s fur, his shoulders fallen from Jean’s pointed accusation. 
Armin gave Jean a stern look, silently ordering him to apologize. Jean opened his hands in front of him as if to silently say “what? I’m only being honest”. But Armin raised his eyebrows in further attention, echoing his last silent message.
Jean sighed. “Sorry, man. I didn’t mean to be so aggressive with that last part.”
Eren thought about it for a while and then some. Jean could’ve been nicer but the point was that his friends both thought he could use this. And he trusted his friends so he might as well follow their advice.
“It’s fine,” was his ultimate answer. “What’s the name of the app again?”
With Eren’s blessing to sign him up for a dating app, Jean and Armin proceeded to explain the differences between each dating app they’ve ever tried, the do’s and don’ts of constructing a decent profile, and they scoured his camera roll in search of the best pictures that, in Jean’s words, would “make the ladies go crazy”.
Jean was very strict with his rules but Armin was more forgiving, allowing Eren to have more room to choose what he wanted.
“Dude, you’re never supposed to put a picture of someone other than yourself as the first,” Jean instructed after Eren picked out a photo of him and Armin. “People need to know who you are right off the bat.”
“Well, won’t they be able to tell from the other pictures?” Eren turned to look at the blond, who only nodded as a father does to his son when he doesn’t have the heart to turn down his choices.
“Okay, fine,” Jean mumbled as he continued scrolling to find more profile-worthy pictures. “But you have to let me pick the rest. What about this one and… this one?” Jean said as his thumb hovered between two pictures.
Eren stiffened. The first picture was of him standing on a hiking trail and the second was of him strumming his guitar on the floor — both taken by his ex-girlfriend.
“Um… I don’t know. They’re not really that good,” Eren murmured sadly.
“Don’t give me that,” Jean sighed. “They’re great pictures, man. Let me add them.”
Eren looked down at Noodle and shrugged as he chewed on his bottom lip; Jean took that as a yes.
“Let’s get one last picture. You have any with Noodle?” Jean asked.
“I don’t know, probably. Why?” 
Jean tossed him a Cheshire cat grin. “Trust me,” was all he replied with.
Strangely enough, Eren had no decent pictures with Noodle. After instructing Armin to move out of the frame and moving at awkward angles to snap the right shot, a smiling Eren and a curled-up Noodle captured by Jean were added to his profile.
“Alright,” Jean said as he and Armin returned to either side of Eren on the couch and gave him his phone. “Let’s start swiping. Left is a no, right is a yes.”
Jean and Armin hovered while Eren swiped left on the first three profiles shown to him. On the fourth, Jean’s eyes widened at the sight of a cute girl in a swimsuit. His enjoyment was cut short when Eren swiped left.
“Woah! Why’d you swipe so fast?” Jean whined, completely forgetting they weren’t doing this for him but rather Eren.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Eren said meekly. The sign-up to the app made him nervous enough; he didn’t want to make the wrong moves with his friends watching over him.
“It’s fine. Just don’t— Wait, no!” Jean yelled in a panic as Eren swiped right with the intention of looking back to the profile he just rejected.
“What? What did I do?” Eren asked, just as flustered.
“Okay, you’re off swiping duty,” Jean said as he plucked Eren’s phone from his hands and tossed it to Armin so he could take charge. “Just tell Armin who you like.”
And just like that, an hour passed by with dozens of swipes to the left.
“Maybe just ten more profiles?” Armin suggests kindly, not wanting to fall into the topic of Eren’s ex-girlfriend.
“Sure,” Eren says, though his interest in the app has faded since thirty minutes ago. Not that it was ever that strong, to begin with.
Jean hovers behind the sofa, looking at Eren’s screen over Armin’s shoulder as he finishes the contents of his soda can.
“What about her?” he points out. “She’s pretty.”
He reads aloud your name, age, and distance. “She’s your age, too,” he adds. As if Eren hasn’t said no to at least two dozen other girls that fit the suggested criteria.
But for some reason, he finds something that piques his interest in you. Maybe it’s your charming smile or the mischievous look in your eyes. It’s ridiculous that a photo of someone he doesn’t know makes him feel like he does — like he knows the person will be nice to talk to. Maybe it’s just a really good picture.
“Show me her other pictures,” he tells Armin. 
Jean and Armin both turn to look at him with slight shock written over their features. It’s the first time he’s asked and the first time he hasn’t immediately said no. It’s the first time he doesn’t look bored or take more interest in Noodle.
“O-okay,” Armin stutters as he taps through your pictures. Eren watches his screen closely.
“Um… Right,” Eren whispers, almost embarrassedly. 
“A-are you sure?” Armin asks, cautiously keeping his thumb at a safe distance in case his friend changes his mind at the last second.
For the first time, Jean waits for whatever Eren has to say.
Eren warms under their scrutiny. He scratches his temple as he softly says, “yeah. Swipe right.”
“Well, you heard the man. Do it!” Jean exclaims.
The three men perk up at the sight of an emergent message that announces a match.
“What does that mean?” Eren anxiously asks, his gaze flickering between his friends.
Jean grins widely and punches Eren’s shoulder. “It means she swiped right on you, too!” he laughs.
The boys throw their arms over the brunet, congratulating him as if the girl from the only intentionally accepted profile represents a miracle.
They trust Eren to uphold a conversation through the app’s message function, allowing him to retreat to his room to talk with you about trivial introductory things but harping on him later that night to fill them in. 
“We’re gonna meet up on Saturday,” Eren says shyly over dinner, to which his friends cheer.
Tumblr media
Somewhere between 0 and 13 miles. Saturday afternoon.
A light breeze brushes against the skirt of your dress as you make your way to the agreed-upon cafe. 
There are a few tables and chairs set out in front of the establishment, and the closer you get, you realize that one of the tables is occupied by the young man you’ve spent the last couple of days talking to through the dating app on your phone. 
You check the time; he’s early. 
He hasn’t noticed you walking toward him. As you travel closer, you notice him nervously bouncing his knee as his gaze wanders and his bottom lip suffers the pain of his anxiety. 
A smile finds its way to your face.
“Eren?” you ask once you’re close enough.
His eyes snap forward and the chair scrapes the pebbled front of the cafe noisily as he stands and wipes his hands on his jeans. The table in front of him wobbles with the sudden movement and lightly shakes the two drinks set on top.
You bite your lip to keep from smiling. 
How cute.
“Hi… hi! Yeah. I’m Eren,” he talks nervously as he offers you his hand to shake.
“Nice to finally meet you,” you say as you shake his hand, not bothering to speak your name as that’s completely unnecessary in this case.
“I uh… I ordered a drink for you. Is that okay?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand as he gestures to the extra drink on the table with the other. 
“That’s more than okay. Thank you,” you say as you take a seat across from him.
He breathes a sigh of relief before sitting down. You can still see his knee bouncing through the glass of the table.
“Are you okay?” you ask, looking up at him with concern.
“Uh… yeah, yeah. I’m fine… just a little nervous, is all,” he says.
You giggle. You don’t know why he’s so awkward; you’ve probably broken a record with how much you’ve talked through the app. It’s quite endearing, though.
“Is this your first time meeting up with someone from the app or something?” you suggest teasingly, but the intense blush that paints his cheeks tells you all you need to know. His gaze falls to his lap and you can see him fiddling with his fingers.
“Oh,” you say, feeling a bit like a jerk for putting him on the spot. “Well, there’s no need to be nervous. Really, no pressure, we’re just two people having coffee. Think of it as talking on the app… except we’re kind of face-to-face now,” you say, cringing at the end when you realize your advice doesn’t really help at all. 
But he laughs. And when he does, the green of his eyes seems brighter. You release a few chuckles of your own.
“It gets easier with every encounter, trust me,” you add, but you wish you hadn’t.
“Really? How many people from the app have you met up with?” he asks.
You stiffen at his innocent question; you’re not sure you can come up with the exact number, you’ve lost count. There’s nothing shameful in exploring and having a bit of fun, but you think that there is something quite shameful in the reason you signed up for an account in the first place. 
There are numerous ways to react to a college boyfriend of two years that you discover cheating with the excuse of “well, you never want to. I got tired of waiting”. And you’re well-aware — you’ve been told several times — that he was in the wrong, that someone who declared his love for you only three weeks prior to the act never loved you honestly. But you couldn’t help but spiral into trying to make up for your sexual deficiencies even after he was long gone. Because maybe, after getting your first experience over with, engaging in sex would become easier. And then you could finally make them stay.
If only you knew nobody you would come to meet through an app cared about your feelings, either. 
“A few,” you reply with a shrug and take a sip from your drink. 
“Oh, cool,” Eren says in genuine awe of how casual you seem about it. “I don’t think I’ve ever asked you why you joined the app,”
You gulp down the sip you took of your drink, the cold brew hurting your throat as you do.
“Um… what about you?” you ask, determined to flip the conversation so you don’t have to answer or make up an ambiguous statement. “Why did you join the app?”
It’s Eren’s turn to still as he ponders whether it’s a good idea to be honest or not. 
You watch the light from his eyes dim, and you feel bad for putting him on the spot again, but at least now you’re somewhat even. 
“Let’s talk about something else,” you prompt. “Do you want to go somewhere after this?” You lightly shake your drink in front of you. 
The tension in the air vanishes as he whips out his phone and a tiny smile etches its way on his face.
“Actually, I got us reservations at that sushi place you talked about. Well, I called and they said they didn’t take reservations but I asked them to make sure there was a table for us today. And I was thinking that later we could go to this bar my friend Jean recommended. He says there’s live music every Saturday, but if you’re not in the mood for that, then I thought we could…”
His voice fades into the background noises of chirping birds and bustling people.
Over the past two days, you’ve shared several things through the app. What you like, what you don’t like, from your favorite color to your favorite foods to the things you do in your free time. What each of you majored in in college, what you do for work now. What his roommates are like and how they met.
And in the midst of all those messages, you happened to mention a time you went to a hole-in-the-wall sushi place with your friends and that you really enjoyed the food. The same place he called to ask for a table even though their service isn’t that formal.
You have no reference point to determine if Eren’s careful planning is a bare minimum effort, but no other person you’ve met up with has given your encounters this much thought, and it makes an overwhelming pressure squeeze at your heart. Truth be told, there was no thought at all, it was all straight to the point. And when you would try to push them into something more meaningful, they would always look bored. So Eren’s excitement definitely falls over you like ice water on a hot summer day.
“You planned all of this for me?”
He pauses his list of options for your day together.
“Well… yeah,” he says, smiling shyly. “I want you to have a nice time. And that sushi place! You made it sound like the food was to die for so I figured…” He trails off once he notices you aren’t reciprocating his smile. “Do you not want to go there?” he asks, shrinking in his seat.
You shake your head in an attempt to clear your mind. “No, I do,” you chuckle. “Everything you mentioned sounds great.”
Relief softens his features — something you watch in fascination.
“Okay, then,” he grins. He stands and tilts his head in an adorable, puppy-like way. “Why don’t we get going now? I have something planned before sushi.”
Unable to contain your excitement, you stand up and follow him to grab a bus. 
You end up at a pottery paint bar. You marvel at the wide selection of blank pieces you can choose to paint. You both end up choosing mugs and as you both share a set of paints, Eren tells you random anecdotes that involve him and his friends doing wild things and getting into trouble when they were kids. He makes you laugh to the point of tears. You tell him about some relatively funny events you can remember, and he laughs too. It’s a nice sound, his laugh, but you don’t think you’re that funny and instead encourage him to tell you more stories. 
When you finish your masterpieces, you take one look at yours, and one long look at his. His mug turned out much better. When you tell him that, he says “you can keep it, then” and he offers you his ticket for pickup in exchange for yours.
His ticket equals precious cargo in your purse as it's zipped up in its own little compartment. You don’t know why you take such good care of it like that instead of just tossing it inside with the rest of your things, but the slip of paper feels somewhat special.
You head to the sushi place. You don’t talk much, but it’s a good sign given that Eren is way too focused on devouring the rolls he ordered. At the end of the meal, he looks at you and says he’ll only trust restaurant recommendations if they come from you. 
Jean’s bar is next and final. You don’t drink much, only one or two shots, but the music is great and Eren refuses to have more than a beer. He tells you it’s because he can tell better stories sober, but when you walk out of the bar and he gently pulls you so you’re not walking on the side of the street and he stands tall next to you, you figure it might have something more to do with being a gentle protector.
When you reach your apartment building, not too far from your last stop for the night, you let him walk you up to your door. And when you reach your door and he starts telling you that he’s had a really nice time, you ask him if he would like to come inside.
You offer to prepare tea because he says he’s had enough caffeine with the coffee from earlier. But as you begin to set some water on the stove, he comes up and asks if he can help. 
Eren’s presence in your apartment feels different than those of the other men that have stopped by casually. And for once, you actually enjoy the company you’ve acquired for the night.
You sit side by side on the sofa, silently sipping on your tea. The silence is comfortable and easy, but you wish to strike a conversation. You like hearing him talk.
“Hey,” you say, lighting up at the sudden idea for a topic. “You never did tell me why you decided to give the app a try.”
You instantly regret bringing that up again with how quickly his face turns grim, though it softens soon enough. For a moment, you think he’ll get up and leave. But he stays, finishes his tea, and speaks.
“Um… I had a really bad breakup about a month ago,” he confesses quietly. “We were together for five years,” he explains, staring at the empty cups that now rest on your coffee table. “And we were very happy… until she wasn’t. And she left.”
Your heart sinks. 
“Oh,” you murmur, washed over with heat as you realize you’ve crossed a line. “I’m sorry. Five years is a lot. You must have really loved her.”
“Yeah,” he says softly. “I did.” The past tense feels bitter on his tongue. He’s been in limbo, with no clear direction or indication of how he feels about his ex-girlfriend now that she’s gone and he’s had a while to process her leave. All he knows is that he loved her as much as he could. An awkward laugh slips past his lips. “But I’m trying to get over it! It’s a work in progress though. I can’t lie, it’s been painful.” 
He then sighs heavily, shaking his head in self disapproval, cringing internally at the topic at hand. He never did intend to bring her up. 
“I know that probably sounds like a lie because… well it’s only been a month… and because I’m here with you but—”
“I believe you,” you say, taking him by surprise. “You’re probably the most honest guy I’ve ever gone out with,” you add through forced laughter.
He chimes in with a few bittersweet chuckles of his own. “Really?” he asks, his features expressing doubt.
But you smile at him — a smile that’s tainted by a hint of sadness and a long history of disappointment — and nod.
“Really.”
No other words are exchanged for a moment as you simply look at one another. The silence is light and there’s no discomfort or awkwardness as you both appreciate the beauty in each other’s faces. Two gazes locked with equal amounts of sadness and longing though not necessarily toward each other. Although, you’d be willing to admit you hate the girl that broke this sweet man’s heart and he’d be lying if he said you deserved to never know honesty. 
You admire the thin streaks of blue in the green pools of his eyes, and his gaze traces over the line of your nose. You follow the subtle arch of his eyebrows and he admires the gentle curve of your cupid’s bow. When your eyes reconnect with each other, you both smile.
“Eren?” you whisper, your smile fading as you swipe your tongue over your lips.
“Yeah?” His voice is just as soft, just as low, barely audible if you weren’t inadvertently leaning closer to each other.
“Can I help ease your pain?” you say as your eyes flit toward his lips. His do the same with yours.
It’s an almost imperceptible nod, but it’s there. And you take it. You capture his lips in the most tender first kiss known to be. 
The four-week-old weight feels lighter on his shoulders as your hand cups his jaw and you sigh against his lips with equal relief. It’s been a long time since he’s been kissed like this. Like the other person wants to take all the time in the world to caress his lips with their own. Toward the end of those “happy” five years, her affections always seemed distant. Forced, even. Not that he would ever demand too much of her, but he never wanted to admit that her heart was no longer in it despite the clear signs.
But this. You. It’s all new, it’s all sweet and you’re treating him so carefully through a simple kiss that he can’t help but feel his heart ache just a little. And yet he can sense something in him bloom upon the act of kissing a stranger. A beautiful stranger he’s exchanged several messages with over the last two days. 
It feels good.
“Is this helping?” you murmur as you break the kiss and rest your forehead against his.
“Yeah,” he says as he softly brushes his knuckles over your cheekbone. “It is.”
A warm hand slides around the back of your neck to reconnect your lips as your arms drape loosely around his shoulders and one of your legs swings to the other side of his lap. The skirt of your dress crumples into the crease of your thighs as you deepen the kiss and swallow a strained whimper from his mouth. 
A liberating sigh escapes you both as you hold onto each other and steal one another’s breath. His hair is soft between your fingers and your exposed thighs smooth under his calloused touch. 
The room spins and your mind grows numb to your surroundings as you press your crotch onto the hardened evidence of his arousal. His thumb strokes at the skin of your thighs tenderly in contrast to the passionate kiss you share as he wonders if the first makeout after a breakup is meant to feel this good, this relieving, this liberating.
You pull back, breathless as you hold his face between your hands and stroke his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs. The corners of your lips tug into a faint smile as you hold his gaze. Your hands abandon his face to reach behind your back and tug at the zipper of your dress, the straps falling down your shoulders to reveal your breasts.
Warm hues paint his cheeks as his gaze inevitably falls from your eyes to admire your chest. But it’s only for the briefest second as he returns to look at your face almost immediately, embarrassed he let his eyes linger on your exposed skin for what he believes was a moment too long. You want to laugh at his bashfulness, make a joke about it, but the words are caught in your throat with how intensely he’s looking at you — and not just because he refuses to be deemed a pervert.
“You’re very beautiful,” he murmurs. 
Stillness.
An unfamiliar but pleasant wave of warmth washes over you upon his words. For the longest moment, you can’t function, can’t bring yourself to react in any other way than staring at him dumbly. As if his words are foreign and it’s the first time you’ve heard that string of syllables being spoken. 
But then, when the sincerity dripping from his spoken thoughts settles in your mind, a shy smile appears on your face as you dip down to kiss his cheek. He looks at you in awe, wondering if all first dates after a breakup involve these shy grateful smiles that tug at his heartstrings and make him ache.
You grab hold of his hand to lead him to your room, but not before abandoning your dress on your living room floor as soon as it pools around your feet when you stand. 
Eren’s back hits the bed after your gentle push and a hand settles on your waist while the other wanders into your hair as you press your body on top of him and kiss him, bite his bottom lip, suck on his tongue.
Your hands creep under his shirt, tracing the firm shape of his abs. Your eyes widen in surprise when he breaks the kiss and flips you over so he’s on top. A swift tug over his neck leaves his shirt a clump of fabric on your bedroom floor before he reignites the kiss and lets his hands roam over your chest.
But then he stops, remembering he’s never slept with you before, that he has to confirm everything he’s used to doing is okay with this new person that’s almost fully naked under him.
“Touch me,” you say. “You can do anything you want. I’m all yours tonight.”
Those are the words you speak to each man that has the decency to check in on you halfway — not that you ever committed to something you didn’t want, but it was nice to be asked. And yet when you give that response to Eren, the words feel mildly sour and out of place. And you hate to think you’re voicing your convictions with a trembling heart as you watch that beautiful young man hovering over you.
He catches a light of something unknown in your irises as you look up at him with… lust? No. Admiration. Tenderness. Want. 
You’ve granted him full permission, full control. And yet his eyes still search for an answer when his cautious fingers inch toward your underwear. 
Overwhelmed by his consideration, with your heart thumping loudly in your chest, you nod.
His eyes never leave yours, and when you gasp and clutch onto his back at the feel of his fingers carving into you, he rests his forehead against yours. 
Moans dance in the air, his and yours, as his fingers curl inside of you at the sweetest pace. Not too slow, not too quick. Just the right pace and right pressure to make your toes curl and your eyebrows upturn in pleasure. 
You grind up into his hand as your eyes fall closed at the nearness of your orgasm. With trembling limbs, you let go of your tight grip on his back to palm him over his jeans. You feel him twitch but you don’t know it’s because your touch has taken him by surprise. Like he didn’t think you would try to return the favor.
Nervous fingers undo his jeans and clumsily free his erection so you can stroke him freely with your hand. In the short hours you’ve known each other face-to-face, you’ve come to really like his eyes. But there’s something slightly more fascinating and invigorating when he’s screwing them tightly as his whimpers fan across your lips.
It pushes you to cum around his fingers, tighten around them as your hand forgets it’s supposed to be moving and not just hold him.
“Do you have a condom?” The question is barely comprehensible given how little shape there is to your voice as you slowly come down from your brief high.
You catch the flicker of his eyes opening but no further movement, leaving you to question if maybe that’s not where your night is headed.
But he — apologetically — says, “um… no, I don’t.”
A sudden hurt burns in your chest, but not because he didn’t come prepared or because you think he might not want to have sex. It’s rather because he felt like he had no need to bring a condom. Because he attended your rendezvous with nothing but pure intentions. And he’s been wonderful all this time, planning a genuine date, making conversation, and calling you beautiful and saying it so sincerely.
“Th-that’s okay,” you say. Embarrassment looms over your features when he pulls back slightly to observe you. “I…” You prop your weight on your elbow as you reach for the drawer from your nightstand. “... I have some here.”
His eyebrows rise but he makes no comment other than a breathless, “Oh, okay”.
You glance at him quickly, calculating how big he is, before reaching into the drawer and pulling out a foil square from one of the boxes inside. You offer it to him.
“Is latex fine?” Your cheeks flare with heat as you focus your gaze on the base of your bedside lamp.
You feel the condom packet slip from your fingers.
“Latex is fine,” you hear his kind voice say.
And just like that, what had begun to morph into dying sparks reignites as intense flames.
You strip off your underwear as he rolls on the condom. When his focus returns to you, he asks “are you sure?”.
Again, that odd urge to laugh rises. As does that aching burn in your chest. 
“I’m completely sure,” you murmur, confident this is the first time you’ve ever been so firm on your decision.
He readjusts himself between your legs as he guides your arms to wrap around his neck. Your fingers comfortably find a home in his hair.
“Tell me if anything hurts, okay?” he whispers.
“I will,” you whisper back with a nod, though you’re sure you’ll have no need to put a pause to his ministrations.
He slowly pushes his tip inside while he gauges your reaction, before confidently burying himself inside you. He places a kiss on your cheek as he gives you time to adjust.
The seconds pass you by as you look up at him and he looks down at you. And then, you both smile. And that smile then takes the shape of laughter. And you’re not really sure why either of you is laughing but it feels nice. Like you’re sharing a private joke, like this moment is much more intimate than what it is — two strangers having sex.
His hand reaches behind his head to take one of your hands that's tangled in his hair, and he presses it onto the bed next to your head. You watch your interlocked hands for a moment, marveling at how small your hand looks encased in his. You squeeze his hand lightly. In that brief instant, your chest swells with something delightful, something comforting, something warm. Something you didn’t think you’d have a chance to feel in today’s casual dating climate. 
“You okay?” you hear him ask; you know you’ve taken far too long looking at your hands.
You turn to him and nod.
“You can move now.”
Eren starts out slow, building up the speed of his thrusts with every little moan, every breathless “faster”, and every sudden bucking of your hips to meet him halfway. 
As much as it embarrasses you to acknowledge from time to time, you’re not used to someone taking their time, making sure everything feels alright for you. Somehow, your body has adapted into finding a sliver of pleasure between mindless, sloppy jackhammering. 
But Eren. Eren, with the way he slips in and out of you with calculated movements and mind-reeling angles, reminds you of just how pleasurable sex can be. 
His cock stretches you out and fills you up with the most gratifying sensation. His hand never lets go of yours and only holds on tighter as you tug at his hair and pull him down for a kiss. Whimpers and moans drown in the back of one another’s throats. 
Beads of sweat form along the nape of his neck, and the air grows thicker the faster he ruts his hips against yours. He hits the deepest spots inside you with every thrust, the thick veins you took note of before brushing that delightful spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head and draws the most sinful noises from your mouth. His free hand travels down every curve of your body up until it lands where your bodies meet. He leaves enough room to draw circles on your clit with his thumb as he tells you how good everything feels, how he didn’t imagine he’d be doing this tonight, how he hasn’t felt this good in a long time and he asks — begs to know — if it feels good for you, too, because dammit, he can feel himself going crazy.
Your nails dig into the back of his hand as you feel the coil that’s been tightening in the pit of your stomach threatening to snap. 
Eren’s only ever loved one woman in his life and he did so for years. He’s only ever slept with one woman, too. The only way he knows how to be intimate is to pour his heart into every encounter. And that translates into every deep stroke, every fervent touch, every velvet kiss. He’s the kind of man that makes the person under him feel loved even if there’s no history between them — because that’s the way he learned how to please. 
You’re the kind of girl that’s pleased as long as you finish. And yet, there’s something that permeates in the way you move and the way you cling onto him that makes him think you want to be loved desperately. And deep down, you know it to be true. 
Because the truth of it all is, no matter how good it feels to have sex with no strings attached, there’s a disheartening hollowness to every encounter you’ve had that you’ve tried your best to ignore. You’ve succeeded for the most part, but right now you feel everything. Light and warmth and tenderness.   
“Eren,” you breathe into his ear as his lips press against your neck and sear your skin with soft kisses. 
Rough fingertips leave a burning trail along your thigh as he motions you to wrap your legs around his middle and he voices your name sweetly into the crook of your neck. 
You’ve met up with several men, had sex with half, and followed up with almost none. And even in the case that you did see them again, it was never meant to last. There are several things you’ve had with Eren just today that you’ve never had with another. You’ve held his hand, you’ve felt vulnerable, felt beautiful, felt wanted for your all. You’ve called his name, you’ve kissed his cheek, he’s kissed yours. And that damn ache in your chest. Since when do you feel so emotional when entertaining a one-night stand?
The pressure in your chest builds at the same time it does in the pit of your stomach. The coil snaps, he stiffens. You scream his name, your toes curl, and your back arches. He finishes, and yet he still continues to thrust into you even after you no longer feel him twitch inside you, emptying his arousal into the condom. 
He keeps going until your legs are shaking and the arm that’s not pressed on the bed feels too weak to stay thrown around his shoulders as your fingers lose their grip on his soft, sweaty locks. 
A comforting bliss washes over you as you come down from your high and he unexpectedly cradles your body into his chest after he lies beside you on the bed. You’re not sure if you should wrap your arms around him, reciprocate his embrace — they usually just get up and leave. So you lay there, allowing him to hold you and relishing his warmth for as long as he’ll stay.
“Was everything okay? I wasn’t too rough was I?” he asks as his hand mindlessly strokes the delicate curve of your back. 
“No,” you chuckle airily. “Everything was… very nice.”
He doesn’t stay for long, and you feel sad that he has to leave but it’s your unspoken rule to not let a hookup spend the night. Besides, the warm smile he shoots in your direction while you both get dressed eases the pain a little.
“I had a nice time,” he says as you open the door for him to leave.
“I’m sure you did,” you reply teasingly. But his face turns serious.
“No, I mean it.” He blushes. “I mean… that part was nice… But talking to you and spending the day with you… that was really nice, too.”
You’re rendered speechless for the umpteenth time since you’ve met in person as he shyly rubs at the back of his neck and clears his throat.
“I should get going. Have a good night,” he murmurs with a gentle smile before turning on his heel and disappearing from your view.
Tumblr media
Later that night.
Outside of your window, the night is pitch black, and more stars have littered the sky since you got home. The air is tranquil but you lay in bed with your heart aching at the fact that you might never have a night this sweet again.
Thirteen miles away, a young man lies awake as his body recalls the warmth of the beautiful girl who helped ease his pain, if for even just one night.
Tumblr media
Masterlist
Tumblr media
taglist: @piecksz @pina-chan @cherrysakusa @pr1ncessm00n​ @sparklekitteh​ 
403 notes · View notes
journal-number-3 · 2 years
Text
Ok I'm finally home from work so I can finally tell everyone what happened to me on Twitter
So we all heard the artist that got harassed bc they drew horror art for cdream and ctommy? If not- essentially they got a dream follow and smiletwt got salty.
Tumblr media
I, like a fool, decided to but my head in. I qrted this with a cropped screenshot of dreams boundaries on harassment
Tumblr media
And look I'll admit- this is a little salty. Also my phone destroyed the quality of the pic. But I was tired, I have like 10 followers, and figured no one would care. And fuck was that a mistake!
So like, at first it was just people kinda making fun of the quality.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Look I'm neurodivergent, so I thought these were all lighthearted. I'm looking back and realizing that no, they aren't. It's kinda like in elementary when people would make fun of me and I just. Wouldn't realize.
But at the time it was Haha ok whatever But then the death threats stared rolling in. And it wasn't very funny anymore.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Suddenly I have literally over 100 qrts either mocking me or literally telling me to die. Not to mention the private quote retweets that I cannot read which probably contain much worse.
Probably the grossest was the person who posted dreamnoblade fanart, which made me want to vomit. At of respect for techno won't be posting screenshots here, though I do have them if no one believes me. I'll also add that I'm a minor, and one of the pics was nswf. But my Twitter does not have that anywhere so they couldn't have known, though you really shouldn't do that to any stranger.
If you're wondering why my display name changed in these pics, thats because I had to change it. I jokingly made it "smiletwt number one enemy" after this ramped up and someone said this
Tumblr media
I highlighted the time because someone later said I got dogpiled because of my name but this isn't true.
Tumblr media
I continued to defend myself but ended up getting private qrted a bunch and was anxious.
I've hit the image limit and this is basically the end of the story. But fuck that was awful. Funny but awful. I was laughing through it, but in the back of my mind I was terrified of being doxxed. I post very little to twitter, but what if they found my Tumblr or my TikTok- where I post a lot more and they could maybe find a slip up. I've never been happier I took those internet privacy lessons to heart.
I can't stress enough, this was all because I pointed out you shouldn't harass people on dreams behalf. Maybe I was to salty, maybe I should have just shut up. I don't know I'm still reeling from this.
I appreciate the people who defended me, and I definitely appreciate those who made higher quality versions of my screenshot. I'd give you all a hug if I could. Goodnight
163 notes · View notes
quarthly · 3 years
Text
Twilight characters as random animals that I think are oddly fitting
(Also yes, I am roasting the animals as well)
Tumblr media
Edward: He would be a Cheetah. Now I know, seems like a cop out just because of his speed but hear me out. Cheetahs are, at face value, pretty cool. They used to be my favorite animal as a child, but then I grew up.
Cheetahs, through no fault of their own, are severely inbred. Now thats mainly because of poaching, but the cheetas anxiety also comes into play. In captivity, cheetahs are usually given emotional support dogs. I will admit it is cute but it negatively affects the population. Excluding one in the wild, cheetas can be to anxious to breed and thats not good for conservation efforts.
Cheetahs can hit up to 80 miles per hour in a couple of seconds. They are designed for fast running and agility. Their claws are similar to that of a dogs for better traction and they have elongated spines for longer strides. They have a thin build, long legs and a long tail for balance.
This has downsides though. Many times after making a kill, it will get stolen for them by larger predators. Thats right, they get absolutely bodied by the other animals. I should probably make these shorter but I'm on a rant now, so I guess this will be semi educational.
Throughout the series, we see Edward over estimated his abilities and value, constantly getting bodied by others. He's essentially a perfect mormon, though thats on S'meyers. He constantly judges others, dehumanizing them to their baser flaws, without doing any self reflecting. Him viewing himself as a monster doesn't really count to me. While he definitely hates himself, the only thing he is truly demonizing is being a vampire.
Tumblr media
Bella: Picking up from Edwards, Bella is a Chocolate Labrador. Yes, she is his therapy dog. I feel like this is really fitting for her. I know Golden retriever would make more sense, as thats the most common breed for service animals. However, I kind of focused on her appearance. Only at first though! I just know that Edward raved about her human qualities and that would pass over as animals as well. Her chocolate eyes and brown fur, very average and boring. Thats essentially Bella. Even Edward wasn't into her until he got a wiff. Labradors a very loyal dogs and while they have more personality than Bella, I just couldn't shake it. Their also very stupid. Ok that's kind of mean, they're not stupid but when it comes to love, then yeah they are stupid.
I used to have a lab, loved him to death, but god he was something else. Very much danger prone, from their own stupidity or their lack of survival instincts. I know that labs are almost aquatic. They love water, swimming, all that jazz. We can just say that bella has a few screws loose in her dna and is just "not like other labs."
Tumblr media
Rosalie: Now she was hard. There are quite a few animals that I think would fit for her. I'll list the other ones, but that one I went with is the Swan. Like Edward, seems a little on the nose, but I have my reasoning.
I was going to pick a predator for her, as she is shown to be very vengeful and viscous. I would have pick some type of cat, most likely a purebred, from a rich family. It could still work, but the swan just speaks to me on this one.
Swan's are known for being beautiful, graceful, and are pictured as the symbol of love. They are also very vain. Edward constantly brings up Rosalies vanity. She was constantly valued for her beauty as a human, so of course that crossed over in the transformation. She was raised to be married into wealth, she was used as a bargaining chip to increase the family's standing.
Rose has a very strong character and makes her opinions known. She's assertive and aggressive at times. She's not afraid to get dirty.
Swans mate for life and like geese, are known for being great parents. I was also going to choose geese as an option for the maternal instincts. I was wary at first because swans can be really aggressive. Like actually, you think geece are bad? Yikes bestie...
I was conflicted because swans are known for drowning dogs and sometimes people. However, I can actually see Rose drowning Bella. It's not that unbelievable lmao.
Tumblr media
Emmett: Now this one is just ironic. I only associate him with bears. Its inevitable, but picking a Grizzly or Black bear is too obvious. So I went a slightly different route...
So I was going to pick the Sun bear just because of looks alone. Like, I'm not exaggerating, it looks like someone wearing a bear costume. I don't think it fits him but I know for a fact that he would dress up as a sun bear and sneak into a zoo to see if anyone would notice. I'll put a pic of it here
Tumblr media
Like look at this thing. I have no words...
Anyway, what I picked was a Sloth Bear. Now Sloth bears are mostly nocturnal, which either way works consider vamps don't sleep. Their diet is also odd but honestly so is the cullens. They're native to the Indian subcontinent, and are known for being aggressive towards humans. Its said that for the most part they're pretty calm, so I think its just fear of humans that make them act aggressively. Honestly, that's a good thing because they are listed as vulnerable on the IUCN Red list.
They have some similarities with sloths, which is where they get the name. They have long claws and unusual teeth. They are known to hang upside down from tree branches, and is described as having a messy appearance. Honestly, Emmitt has a messy personality. Sorry bestie but you're a lot of work.
Now heres the biggest reason for choosing this bear. Aside from Baloo from the jungle book being a sloth bear, they are known to run fades with Tigers. Honestly, how fucking badass is that!? Now I don't think there are recorded instances of a Sloth bear killing a Tiger, but when push comes to shove, they can hold their own and I find that incredibly impressive.
Tumblr media
Carlisle: This one was somehow the easiest as well as the toughest. I know Owl seems like the obvious choice, and I can see it. However, I believe Carlisle values emotional intelligence as much or if not more than academic intelligence. He is so charismatic and values other's above himself. He might not be as Saint like as Edward thinks, but he does try and I think he genuinely cares about others. For that reason alone, I choose a Elephant.
Elephant's are very social animals and are extremely intelligent. I could rave about them for ages, I love them so much.
Now elephants live in a familial unit and are usually matriarchal. Bulls usually are on the outer edges of the herd or form little groups with other males. Honestly, they're not that bad aside from when their in musk.
In the group of males, the elder ones will teach the younger where to get the best food, water, how to use things as tools, and every other thing that will increase their odds of survival. This is really cute to me tbh, they do this because the females usually choose the older males because they've proved that they are intelligent and strong, that they have survived and will continue to for awhile. Teaching the younger males these things are to make the odds of them getting chosen to mate more likely. The whole unit just reminds me of a father that has to deal with rowdy teens.
Carlisle likes to take in strays, he might not have a herd but he will make one and teach them to thrive. That's how he envisions it anyway. He just has a found family and is trying his best.
Tumblr media
Esme: Now this might seem like an insult, but I promise it's not! This is in no way misogynistic. I love cattle and ever since I took animal science in highschool, I have appreciated these grass puppies like they deserve. Call me Castro because I love cows.
Yup! I chose a Cow for her. Specifically a beef cow. That might sound weird but its because beef cows have higher maternal instinct than dairy cows. I'm thinking Scottish Highland based on vibes alone.
They are nicknamed the Gentle Giants of Scotland. Super maternal and sweet and ugh look how cute they are!
Esme came from a abusive marriage and had just lost her child, she was depressed and desperate. Her changing was, in a way, salvation. She just fits in. She adopts all these strays along with him and will protect them to the death. She might be gentle by nature, but don't fuck with her family. She lost her first one and she isn't going to lose this one.
Tumblr media
Alice: She's an odd one. There are so many possibilities and maybe I'm biased, but I feel like she would be a Crow.
Ok listen, I'm definitely biased but it just feels right. Crows get a bad rap, they are so cool! They are so intelligent and have the ability to actually sit and think about the past, prest, and future. I forget what its called, but this was only seem in humans! Maybe other apes, I can't remember exactly, but either way its awesome. They do live in groups, or murders, and remember people and faces. They remember locations and are able to pass down information through generations. They essentially have their own language! They are able to use tools too!
Alice's story is really sad. When we first meets her, it revolves around the death of her mother and her institutionalized. She was essentially tortured and forgot everything from her past. All she had was the future and even that wasn't constant. Crows a often viewed as omens, they are associated with death. I personally believe that instead of being the cause, they just know something is going to happen. They are very inquisitive and can be creative.
If you befriend a murder of crows, sometimes, depends or the group, they will bring gifts. Its can range from food to shiny metals and colorful plastic. Hell, I think I've seen a post of one stealing things from people just to gift it to their human.
Alice's love language is gifts. Even if they are focused around fashion, she still goes out of her way to get something that will look good and at least be a little comfortable. By that I mean she tends to forget peoples comfort zones, but she means well.
Tumblr media
Jasper: Honestly not to sure what to put for him. I know a predator would be more fitting, but for some reason I can see a donkey working. I know, seems like I'm clowning on the confederate. Fair, but I'm serious about the donkey thing. Honestly, it would be perfect if it wasn't a herbivore. Porcupine would also work.
Being a predator would make more sense. Given his backstory and his characterization, it wouldn't make sense for him to be a prey animal. Usually I wouldn't count this, but given his gore filled past and trouble with the diet, it seemed fitting.
I see him as a Big Cat. Honestly, vamps in general just give cat vibes. Jasper though especially have some cat like qualities, which originates from hunting and being a soldier.
I specifically see him as a Mountain Lion. Aside from him being blonde, he just has the predatory stealth to him. In midnight sun, we see him use his gift to make the nomads overlook him. He's honestly really powerful.
Mountain lions are known for being stealthy with an air of grace and power to them. They are stong animals. And I mean strong. They can jump 40-45 feet.
They're very elusive and quite. They stalk their prey and tend to attack from behind but don't think they won't hold their ground if need be.
Jasper was changed during the Civil War and forced to fight in the Newborn wars. He was a soldier as a human and as a vampire. He's able to feel and manipulate others emotions. He's covered in scars and is very intimidating.
He still struggles with the diet and honestly I hate how the others handle it. Like they have no room to talk. I don't want to defend the confederate but it just pisses me off. He has to deal with his hunger on top of everyone else's. Like damn, besties always on edge! Everyone doubts him which I don't think helps any.
Also, Mountain lions and Cheetahs can purr!
@aquanova99 I'll do a Volturi one too. That one will be fun lmao
71 notes · View notes
writer-ish · 3 years
Text
The 3rd Annual Bloom Edenbrook Fundraising Gala
Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Dr. Brooke Spiers) Word Count: 2.9k Rating: Mostly T (innuendo, language, smooches)
Premise: Dr. Brooke Spiers and Dr. Ethan Ramsey get coerced into answering anonymous questions submitted by generous donors at this year's hospital fundraising gala. They have about as much fun with it as you'd expect.
This idea is all thanks to THIS ASK from the lovely @lem-20. The concept and all questions are hers! Thank you, darling Leah! ♥️
Author’s Note: My first time with a mixed-media type post(!!!) and the writing part has been done almost script-style, similar to the "Not Yet Wed" questions courtesy of @jamespotterthefirst, which you can find HERE. Hope you all enjoy. 🥰
Tumblr media
Tickets
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Bonus Raffle
Tumblr media
SETTING - Diagnostics Office - 5:15 PM
TWO DOCTORS in formal attire sit across from one another. The male, DR. ETHAN RAMSEY, late-30s, devastatingly handsome, leans against a desk, arms crossed. The female, DR. BROOKE SPIERS, late-20s, charmingly attractive, sits on a larger table further away, legs swinging.
Ethan: I can't believe you talked me into this.
Brooke: [smirking] Why does this feel like deja vu?
Ethan: You know exactly why. You coerced me into the same sort of nonsense in your intern year for that magazine—whatever it was.
Brooke: Yeah, and remember how much publicity the hospital got that year? You're welcome.
Ethan: How can you be sure our "publicity" had to do with that article and not the fact that a first-year intern stole from a large pharamceutical company to administer an unapproved drug to—
Brooke: [hands up] Okay, okay, we get it. Regardless, you have to admit I was responsible for all the publicity. [grins]
Ethan: [can't help but grin back] Touche. [sighs deeply] Let's go home.
Brooke: Can't, babe. We're the main event.
Ethan: How did this even come about? Is there not some code of ethics against this sort of thing?
Brooke: [laughs] It's just staff and donors. All adults. We're showing that we're good sports and it's for a good cause.
Ethan: [grumbles] I don't know why people care so much about us.
Brooke: You don't? I mean, have you seen us?
Ethan: [dryly] And so humble, too.
Brooke: Lord knows you aren't with me for my humility.
Ethan: Indeed. [picks up a glass from the desk at his side, swirling the amber liquid] Well, I hope you're prepared.
Brooke: [amused] Prepared?
Ethan: You're used to me being reticent in situations like this and holding back? [downs the liquid in one shot] Not today.
Brooke: [wary] What does that mean?
DR. RAMSEY stands up, crossing the room towards DR. SPIERS until the latter is forced to open her legs to accommodate his presence. He braces a hand on either side of her, leaning forward until their lips are almost touching. Her face flushes. He notices, and a slow, lazy smile spreads.
Ethan: It means [kisses her slightly open mouth softly] I'm answering all their questions.
Brooke: [giggles nervously] All of them? But what if—
Ethan: [punctuating each word with a kiss] All. Of. Them.
He leans forward and captures her mouth in a deep, searing kiss. Her arms twine around his neck and she lets out a soft moan. Drawing her ankles around his legs she pulls him even closer and he places one hand on the desk as the other glides up her back. They stay like that, interlocked for a moment, before he pulls away.
Brooke: [eyes still closed] Hmph.
Ethan: Let's go get this over with.
Brooke: [slowly opens eyes and peers at him, disgruntled] What kinds of questions do you think people are submitting?
Ethan: Like you said, Dr. Spiers... [a slow smile spreads] Have you seen us?
DR. SPIERS laughs as she follows DR. RAMSEY out.
Tumblr media
A.N. PLEASE do not look too closely at this very badly photoshopped pic 😂
SETTING - Bloom Edenbrook Hospital, Main Atrium - 6:25 PM
Our two doctors sit beside each other on a makeshift stage. A semi-recognizable third-year resident is the host for the evening. DR. RAMSEY dusts an imaginary piece of lint off his sleeve. DR. SPIERS has her hands in lap, knee shaking slightly. Noticing, Dr. Ramsey reaches over and rests his hand on her leg. She looks over with a small smile and places her hand over his.
Thank you to our very own Chief of Medicine, Dr. Ethan Ramsey, and his partner, head of the Diagnostics Team, Dr. Brooke Spiers, for being here with us today for a good cause. Dr. Ramsey and Dr. Spiers, are you prepared to answer some questions provided by our generous, anonymous donors?
Brooke: Sure, why not.
Ethan: [through gritted teeth] For a good cause.
Alright, excellent. I will be drawing these questions at random. Thank you to all who donated for the opportunity to submit a question.
Dr. Ramsey and Dr. Spiers, you will both be posed a question. If you choose to answer, you must both answer. If you choose not to, you must match the donation made by the donor, in lieu of a verbal response. Are you ready to begin?
Ethan: Mmm.
Brooke: [nervous laugh] I suppose.
Alright, here we go!
First question: If he/she could take one thing to a desert island what would it be?
Brooke: Me.
[Audience whoops and laughs]
Ethan: [can't hide his smirk, before clearing his throat] Brooke would take her phone. Heaven forbid she can't post about something on Pictagram.
Brooke: It's true. I'm sorry for being such a young millennial needy for external validation.
What are your nicknames for each other?
Brooke and Ethan: [look at each other. Brooke laughs.]
Ethan: Just say it.
Brooke: I mean, it's nothing too embarassing. I call him babe usually, or baby sometimes if I'm feeling extra nice. He calls me—[blushes and looks over at Ethan]
Ethan: [sighs] 'My love'. I call her 'my love'.
[Audience "awwww"s]
Who’s the better cook?
Brooke: Oh, Ethan. A hundred percent.
Ethan: It's true.
Brooke: I'm abysmal.
Ethan: Normally I would demur when it comes to Dr. Spiers' perceived faults, but in this case she's correct.
Brooke: Thanks, babe.
Ethan: You have many wonderful qualities that don't involve ovens, my love.
[A squeal from the audience that sounds suspiciously like Sienna]
Who has the last word in an argument?
[simultaneously] Brooke: Ethan Ethan: Brooke
[They look at each other]
Brooke: [laughs incredulously] Seriously?
Ethan: You think I don't hear you muttering to yourself after you walk away, almost every single time?
Brooke: Oh, so cursing your name and your very existence counts as the last word and not you shouting [affects deep voice] "And that's final!"? Duly noted.
Ethan: I don't sound like that or say that.
Brooke: Mm, sure.
Who is best at keeping secrets?
Brooke: Uh, neither of us?
Ethan: I had a secret once and it was hell keeping it.
Brooke: You've had a couple.
Ethan: True. I'm done with secrets.
Brooke: In lighter news, we kept [gestures between the two of them] this thing a secret for a bit. No?
Ethan: [opens his mouth to agree, when he's interrupted by a shout from the audience—]
Audience member that sounds suspiciously like Elijah: Nope! We all knew!
[Audience loudly murmurs in agreement]
Brooke: Never mind, then.
Who wears the trousers in the relationship?
Ethan: Neither of us subscribes to antiquated beliefs of superiority in a relationship. We're partners and teammates and work together accordingly. Sometimes she helps and guides me and sometimes I do the same for her. There is no one person who holds higher ground over the other and to imply otherwise would be foolish.
Brooke: [literal heart eyes at Ethan] What he said. [stage whisper] Except it's me.
[Audience laughs as Ethan rolls his eyes]
What is his/her worst habit?
Brooke: Workaholic, poor communication skills, yells first and asks questions later… I could go on.
Ethan: Charming. I have two words for you: messy packrat.
Brooke: Excuse me?
Ethan: If I had a nickel for every useless piece of garbage you kept "just in case" or for each article of clothing on the floor of my bedr—[clears throat] Just trust me.
Brooke: [smirks and whispers against Ethan's ear so only he can hear] Sorry, who is responsible for my clothes on the floor…?
Ethan: [says nothing but smirks as well]
[Audience murmurs in scandal]
What three words would you use to describe them?
Brooke: Hmm. Let me think.
Ethan: Passionate, caring, intelligent.
Brooke: [looks at him fondly] You came up with those fast.
Ethan: [matter-of-factly] I could give them ten more easily.
[Audience "awww"s]
Brooke: [to the audience] No, no, no don't be fooled, he doesn't mean only the flattering words, trust me.
Ethan: I believe it's your turn.
Brooke: Dedicated, compassionate, brilliant.
Ethan: [smiles softly at Brooke, who avoids his gaze. He reaches over and squeezes her hand.]
Brooke: [mutters] Yeah, yeah.
What celebrity do you/they think they most look like?
[Both Ethan and Brooke look at the announcer quizzically.]
Brooke: Celebrity? Uhh…
Ethan: I don't even know how I would begin to answer this question.
Brooke: Ryan Reynolds?
[Audience laughs and loudly disagrees]
Ethan: Who?
Brooke: [laughs and shakes her head] I don't know! I just named a random hot guy. You name a redhead actress. Jessica Chastain?
Ethan: [confused] Do you mean Jessica Rabbit?
Brooke: No I don't mean— [looks at him incredulously] Are you saying you think I look like Jessica Rabbit?
Ethan: No, I thought that's what you were saying and I was about to tell you how incorrect you were. Er, that is to say—
Brooke: I feel like you're digging yourself into a hole here.
Ethan: Agreed.
Who is the most vain?
Ethan: Both of us have more pressing concerns than our physical appearance.
Brooke: Ethan.
Ethan: [splutters]
Brooke: If you're going based off who spends more time on their hair in the bathroom? Ethan.
Ethan: [crosses his arms and glowers, but doesn't disagree]
What is his/her guilty pleasure?
Brooke: Ethan's is cooking shows, particularly Nigella.
Ethan: It's true. Brooke's is high calorie indulgences like—what's the freezer cake you made me buy the other day? With no identifiable or even passably edible ingredients?
Brooke: Ooh, Deep 'n Delicious. So good.
Ethan: [rolls eyes] Yes, because we all need our daily dose of hydrogenated oils and preservatives.
If they had a free pass, which celebrity would they choose to sleep with?
[Look at each other blankly]
Brooke: Uhh… Nigella?
Ethan: This Ryan Reynolds fellow?
Brooke: [laughs] I don't even like him!
Ethan: So who, then?
Brooke: [crosses her arms] I notice you didn't deny Nigella.
Ethan: This question is stupid. Next question.
Where and when did you go on your first date?
Brooke: Derry Roasters
Ethan: What? No. I took you to Sorellina—
Brooke: What, three years after we first met? No. Our first date was Derry Roasters when you caught me following you that time.
Ethan: Ah, so she finally admits it. I thought at the time I was… what was it, "paranoid"?
Brooke: [laughs only a touch guiltily] Did I say that?
Ethan: So you're treating the first time you trailed after me to the local coffee shop as our first date?
Brooke: Well, you paid.
Ethan: Yeah, after you "forgot" your wallet.
Brooke: What, you thought I pursued you for your good looks? No, sir. I like a man with deep pockets. Plus, you know how I know it was a first date?
Ethan: Please, enlighten me.
Brooke: You ordered for me and I didn't get annoyed and it was horrible, but I still drank the whole thing.
Ethan: The espresso Romano is not horr—
Brooke: Horrible. Coffee and lemon? [shudders] That's how I knew I was into you.
Ethan: [intrigued] Really? Way back then?
Brooke: [nods, blushing slightly, and rolls her eyes] Oh brother, don't act so shocked. You knew.
[Audience laughs and whoops]
Ethan: [shell-shocked face showing he absolutely did not know]
Where was your first kiss?
Brooke: [sheepishly] Miami.
[Audience murmurs in surprise]
Ethan: [sighs] Yes.
Brooke: Is that—are Harper and Naveen exchanging money?
Naveen: [from the audience] Dr. Emery should know better than to question my instincts!
Ethan: [loudly groans] Next question.
Who is the loudest in bed?
Brooke: [yelps and, remembering Ethan's earlier warning, throws her hand over his mouth]
Ethan: [from behind her hand] You probably could have made the answer less obvious.
Brooke: [blushes and groans]
[Audience roars its approval]
Which of your friends do you think he/she is most likely to have a crush on?
Brooke: Ohhh, this is awkward.
Ethan: My friends?
Brooke: Considering we can list your friends on one hand…and some of them intersect with mine. [bites lip] What do we do with this one?
Ethan: [to the host] What did the donor pay?
Sorry?
Ethan: To submit this question. How much?
Oh, uhh—[checks] $200.
Ethan: I'll write you a cheque for $200. Next question.
Brooke: [shakes her head laughing] All the questions, huh?
Ethan: At my discretion, yes.
Bryce: [from the audience] You know the answer was me for both of you, anyway!
Ethan: [scoffs] Fat chance, Lahela.
Brooke: [pointedly silent, staring straight ahead]
Ohh-kay. Next question. Who had feelings first?
Brooke: Ha, me. For sure.
Ethan: Are you sure?
Brooke: [looks at him incredulously] I just told you I liked you even after you bought me lemon coffee at Derry Roasters three years ago. [sits up to look at him more fully] No chance you liked me earlier than that. I mean, like-liked me.
Ethan: "Like-liked you"? Are we twelve?
Brooke: You know what I mean. You were such a grouch and I was just your annoying intern.
Ethan: [irritatedly] The annoying intern I kissed in Miami, what, a week later? Is that how obvious my lack of feelings for you were?
Brooke: [opens her mouth to respond and then closes it again]
Ethan: That's what I thought.
Who’s more dramatic?
Brooke: Ethan.
Ethan: I am absolutely not—
Brooke: See? Honestly, he's exhausting.
Ethan: [glowers]
Who has the weirdest orgasm face?
Brooke: Weirdest?
Ethan: Oh for the love of—
$5000 to not answer this one, doctors.
Brooke and Ethan: [jaws drop simultaneously]
Brooke: Someone paid five-thousand dollars—
Ethan: What kind of a pervert—? Fine, say it's me.
Brooke: It's really not.
Ethan: [quietly] Well, it's certainly not you.
Brooke: Yeah, but—
I believe we have our answer!
Ethan: We'll take it. Next!
What are you most likely to argue about?
Ethan: Brooke believes I could be more communicative about my feelings, especially when I have a problem.
Brooke: You do listen!
Ethan: Of course. We also argue about when she's going to move in with me.
[Audience gasps and murmurs in gleeful scandal]
Brooke: [jaw drops] Ethan!
Ethan: It's true. [turns to host] I believe it should have already happened. She believes she needs to maintain a tenuous hold on a bedroom she rarely occupies for a group of roommates who would be happy for her to move on.
Brooke: [fuming] Of all the high-handed—
Jackie, from the audience: He's right, girl, bigger and better awaits.
Brooke: [through gritted teeth, as Sienna, Ethan, and Aurora all nod and give her thumbs up] Maybe this is something we can talk about later—
Ethan: Whatever you say, my love.
Brooke: Oh, yeah, now with the "my love"s—
On that note! Here is our final question.
What’s the most romantic thing they’ve done for you?
Ethan: [looks at Brooke, who is still glowering] Most romantic?
Brooke: [glares]
Ethan: With Brooke, it's the little things. She'll notice when I'm having a bad day and bring me my favourite donut. Or a well-timed hand on my shoulder or knee when she can see I'm getting riled up.
Brooke: [glare softens a bit]
Ethan: She's thoughtful and kind and extremely empathetic. She knows what I need even before I know that I need it. It's not—candlelit dinners or what have you, but I've already prided myself on being a practical person and this intersection of—of practicality and care? That's what I find… [struggles to get the word out] romantic.
[Audience "awww"s]
Brooke: [screws up her mouth before leaning over to kiss Ethan on the cheek] Okay, that was sweet. [Thoughtfully] Most romantic thing Ethan has done for me? Well… [side-eyes him, before continuing] The HAZMAT suit sleepover last year was probably up there.
Ethan: [uncomfortable] I don't want that to be classified as—
Brooke: You were there for me at a time when I needed you most. If that's not romance, I don't know what is.
Ethan: [increasingly agitated] That's not romance, dammit, that's—that was a necessity. That was vital. I needed to be there. I needed to make sure you—that you—[cuts himself off, clenching his jaw]
Brooke: [eyes soft as she looks at him. Reaching out she rests her hand on top of his clenched fist until it unfurls slowly underneath hers and he releases his breath slowly] See? [softly] Romance.
Ethan: [sighs deeply, then links his fingers with hers and gruffly kisses the top of her hand] All this tells me is that I've neglected you on the "romance" side of things.
Brooke: [still smiling softly] No complaints. [looks out at the audience] Are we done here? [affects a deep voice] Are you not entertained?
Ethan: [fondly] And she says I'm the dramatic one.
I think we got what we needed, doctors. Thank you for helping out for a good cause. This raffle ticket session alone raised a total of $23,000 for Bloom Edenbook Hospital!
Ethan: [dumbfounded] That is insane.
Brooke: I promise we aren't that interesting.
The people beg to differ. Round of applause for Dr. Brooke Spiers and Dr. Ethan Ramsey for being such good sports. Until next time, doctors!
Ethan: [over thunderous applause] There absolutely won't be a next time.
Brooke: [laughs and stands up, smoothing out her dress]
Audience member that sounds suspiciously like Jackie: Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
Rest of the audience chimes in: Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
Brooke: [crosses her arms, smirking at Ethan]
Ethan: Oh for the love of— [acts like he's walking away, then loops an arm around her waist and pulls her close, tilting her back and kissing her thoroughly]
[Audience roars its approval]
Ethan: [pulls away slowly and sets her upright, chucking her chin with an affectionate and slightly devilish smirk. He starts to guide her away from the host and off the makeshift stage]
Brooke: [mutters, still a bit dazedly] Told you. Drama.
[Laughing, they walk off stage together.]
114 notes · View notes