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swimmingturtlefox · 3 months

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Gridiron Fashion : l’attrait des maillots de football vintage

Dans le domaine de vêtements de sport, seulement quelques les articles peuvent rivaliser avec le charme intemporel et historique associée aux maillots de football vintage. Ces maillots emblématiques sont plus grand que toute autre chose. Ce sont plus que de simples uniformes ; ils sont un symbole de le gril. Ils symbolisent une époque antérieure des esprit, détermination, et camaraderie. Pendant que nous approfondissons le monde de le style de gril à l'ancienne il est possible de découvrir un une réserve d'histoires tissées dans le tissu de ceux-ci vieux maillots.

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L'essence de la tradition Gridiron

Les maillots de football à l'ancienne incarnent l'essence de la tradition dans le gril contrairement à tout autre vêtement . Des jours difficiles de casques en cuir à l'élégant dessins en polyester dans les l'âge, chaque maillot montre comment le jeu a évolué et les joueurs qui ont contribué à façonner l'histoire. Les maillots ne sont pas juste vêtements de sport ; ce sont des symboles de courage, de fierté et l'esprit imparable de le football.

Un voyage dans le temps

Regarder les vieux maillots de football est une expérience similaire à se lancer dans une voyage dans le temps. Chacun des maillots raconte une histoire différente histoire, révélant un aperçu dans les triomphes, les luttes et moments marquants de l'histoire du football. Peu importe si c'est le bleu et argent emblématiques du, de l'argent et du rouge des couleurs emblématiques du bleu et de l'argent du bleu intemporel et de l'argent du célèbre bleu et blanc des Cowboys de Dallas ou de l'intemporel vert et or de les Packers de Green Bay, chaque maillot est l'héritage d'une génération.

Concevoir des légendes

Le plus fascinant aspects du vintage les maillots de baseball peuvent être vus dans leur intemporel design. Des rayures audacieuses et emblématiques images à des coutures complexes ou vive des couleurs, ces maillots sont des un exemple de la créativité ainsi que le savoir-faire de leurs créateurs. Chaque pièce est sélectionnée pour représenter la personnalité et caractéristiques de l'équipe créer un chef-d'œuvre visuel qui résonne avec fans du monde entier.

Collectionner des souvenirs

Pour de nombreux fans, collectionner des ballons de football vintage les maillots est plus que un intérêt ; c'est une une passion qui est enracinée dans la nostalgie et admiration pour le sport. Peu importe si vous recherchez des marchés aux puces, aller à des ventes aux enchères de souvenirs, ou échanger des maillots avec des collègues collectionneurs, le fan passionné dépense d'innombrables heures ces artefacts précieux. Chaque l'un d'eux est un lien intangible avec le passé du football, tout en préservant les souvenirs tout en rendre hommage aux joueurs légendaires qui portaient les maillots.

Rapprocher les générations

Football vintage les maillots possèdent un capacité à relier les générations alors qu'ils connectent les fans de tous étapes de la vie à travers leur appréciation commune au jeu. Les grands-parents racontent des histoires de joueurs légendaires à leurs jeunes petits-enfants ne pas raconter que des histoires et reliques, mais preuve tangible de le football est long temps. Dans un monde qui souvent est emporté par le contemporain ces maillots servent de un rappel durable de l'héritage dans le sport du terrain de jeu.

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Alors que nous dévoilons le monde de maillots de football portés par le passé, nous trouvons plus que vêtements ; on découvre une toile complexe de tradition, souvenirs et passion intercalé tout au long de l'histoire de le jeu. Des maillots en cuir robuste des premiers temps aux designs élégants et modernes de l'ère actuelle, chaque maillot raconte un histoire de camaraderie, résilience , et l'inflexible caractère du football. En tant que collectionneurs, fans ainsi que passionnés, nous saluons les icônes intemporelles du style grillagé, honorant les joueurs légendaires qui portaient les et préservant leur héritage pour les générations futures.

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philtstone · 5 months

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AO3 Wrapped: 5, 10, 15!

5 - what work of yours got more feedback than expected?

i will have to say this chaotic modern road trip ponniyin selvan au, which i very explicitly wrote for my roommate and @ewoktreehouse, respectively, and did not expect a single other person to read

10 - what work was quickest to write?

god i dont know if i can remember. possibly shut your mouth, hold your breath which spilled out of me amidst my reading of beloved all in one or two hours after a very long dry spell.

15 - what WIP are you taking into next year with you?

girl. too many. i am partial to my "i finally put sam and bucky in a cowboy western" fic and my om shanti om flavoured outlander fic, both of which have about 4 lines written and do not seem to be getting completed anytime soon considering i have spent all week thinking about literally nothing but lord of the rings

ask me more ao3 wrapped questions!

#my writing #ao3 wrapped #listen ... my wips .... be wiping

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jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav · 3 years

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so since you're gonna do the avatar!mc au with the entities you think each brother would fear the most (SO excited for that btw, my friend can attest to the fact that i've basically been rambling about tma x om nonstop since the first post you made that put the two together), i'd love to hear your thoughts on which entity each brother would *be* an avatar of, if you're cool with sharing! personally i love the ideas of specifically vast!levi and dark!belphie but i'd love to hear your takes on the concept! <3

So because of how time works, despite receiving this ask on July 12, by the time you see this it’ll be August! So the entire Avatar!MC series should be out by now, which I hope you will/have enjoy/ed. I wholeheartedly agree with the concept of Vast! Levi, which I’ve talked about before (as you know ;) ), but I will happily ramble about it again!

These aren’t gonna be short fics though bc I do Yearn to save that energy for The Longfic, which is still in the planning stages because a) I can’t pick a timeline, and b) trying to match up the timelines of Obey Me and TMA is hard, especially when I tend to have a violent disrespect for actually paying attention to the timing of plot events in both. I already fucked up a part of the plotting because I forgot the order we get pacts with the brothers lmao

Content warnings: Mentions/allusions to tma-typical Spookies, yet another installation of my Cursed Crossover idea, lengthy debates about what makes someone choose to become an avatar of fear, spoilers for Lesson 16+ of Obey Me and S5 of TMA

What Entity Do I Think The Brothers Would Serve? (Cursed TMA x Obey Me Crossover)

Lucifer

So I put him as falling victim to the Eye/Beholding bc of his whole thing about Secrets and Pride being about wanting control over your own image

And he does have a creepy tendency in canon to always know when his brothers are up to some Dumb Shit

BUT! You know what we see in Lucifer’s character that we see in a certain Entity?

A simultaneous manipulation of others and submission to being manipulated by a higher power

That’s right, I think Luci would be a Web avatar

But Winter, Lucifer wouldn’t wanna take marching orders from someone/thing else! He’s too proud for that— You’re right! He doesn’t want to. But he will.

He willingly submitted himself and his family to Diavolo for eternity to get what he wanted (saving Lilith)

And from how much we see him work, it’s safe to say that he’s a pretty damn essential part of running the Devildom

If he really wanted to, he could probably successfully pull a coup on Diavolo

But he doesn’t, because he’s trapped himself by his own honour code

Thus, the sexual tension bromance we all know and love/insist is Deeply Problematic and blacklist (depending on how much you like/hate dialuci lol)

10/10, would fill with spiders again

Mammon

I put Mammon as falling victim to the Buried for pretty obvious reasons

But admittedly picking a fear he’d serve is trickier

I had to get a bit abstract with it, but I think the Hunt might suit him

Not necessarily the primal *cough* and police brutality *cough* parts of the Hunt tho

More like how Basira was considered an avatar of the Hunt in the fearpocalypse because of her mission/promise to Daisy

See, Greed can stem from fear

Fear of losing what you have, of no longer being able to support yourself, of being preyed upon by others

So people become greedy as a defense mechanism, to protect what they have

If they’re on the offensive, they won’t be targeted

Also, if you’re constantly pursuing more more more, there’s no time to think about anything else

Like consequences, or guilt, or Feelings

If Mammon let his little tough guy act go too far for too long, I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to say he could start heading down the path to avatarhood

After all, people pay big money for hitmen and bounty hunters…

Leviathan

As I said last time, I can see why people would associate Levi with the Lonely first: he’s a shut in, he acts like he wants nothing to do with people/would rather be alone, and I get it

BUT! All of that actually stems from the fact that Levi has terrible self-esteem and thinks he deserves to be this gross shut in loser

While envy can make you want to bring others down to your level, so to speak, Levi tends to just shun “normies”, not actively conspire to sabotage them

He actually does crave understanding and to have people in his life, he just doesn’t know how to go about it

Boy’s got Mega Social Anxiety is what I’m saying (funny how both the Lonely and the Eye can be real bad for that, huh)

But the Vast? Nihilism? Takes all the pressure off

If everyone is a small, insignificant speck in the face of an uncaring, unfathomably large cosmos, who cares what you do? Who cares what people think of you?

Yeah, you’d be kinda weird too if you stared into the infinite abyss of the ocean and realized it was just the maw of a gargantuan sea monster too, Karen, lay off

Plus aesthetically, the great Awful Deep most people fear in the ocean is a comfort to Levi

And again, THE VAST IS MORE THAN JUST THE SKY

I WENT ON A BOAT ONCE

LIKE REAL FAR OUT, SO I COULDN’T SEE LAND FOR DAYS

IT WAS JUST ENDLESS B L U E

AND I WAS ON A CRUISE IN THE CARIBBEAN

I SAW A FRACTION OF THE OCEAN’S S U R F A C E AND IT WAS I M M E N S E

Did you know we’ve only explored like 5% or whatever of our oceans? Think about that! Every Single Thing we know about what’s in there is just the tip of the iceberg!!! GOD KNOWS WHAT’S DOWN THERE!!! PROBABLY FUCKED UP FISH IS WHAT

*ahem* anyway, fishee

Satan

Another tricky boi

I marked him down as fearing the Desolation, as a reflection of what he fears most in himself

I probably could have also gone with Slaughter, but I’d say that’s more baby/early-Satan

Desolation is also about destruction of potential, and Satan has very carefully built himself into a non-rage-monster person

So tearing that all away from him is :)))

But what would Satan give himself over to?

Ceaseless Watcher, I want that twink OBLITERATED—

Satan clings to knowledge and erudition to distance himself from the rage he was born as

“Watch and learn” is literally how he became a person

I find it deeply funny that it could also easily be how he becomes a monster once again

Also if you think the avatar of Wrath wouldn’t have a use for supernatural blackmail you’re just straight up incorrect

Couple that with Satan’s various connections and he’d be a Force to Reckon With

Asmodeus

I put him as a victim of the Corruption bc I found it extremely fitting considering the duality of his romanticized image vs the “dirty” fluid-filled nature of Lust.

Lust can be really nasty, but as licentious as Asmo’s supposed to be, he’s surprisingly coy

(now part of that comes from the fact that Obey Me isn’t strictly 18+/full-on porn, but still)

There’s a lot of Interesting Ideas to unpack there with attitudes towards sex vs sensuality and idealisation vs reality

Now as for an avatar… I debated this for a very long time, tossing around Eye, Stranger, Spiral, even Web for like one second

But I think I’ve got it

Slaughter!

Specifically the musical/random outbursts of violence side (not so much the war side)

Why? Well for one, Biblical Asmodeus is said to “"transport men into fits of madness and desire [...] with the result that they commit sin, and fall into murderous deeds (Testament of Solomon, verse 23).”

But also, Obey Me Asmo’s affair with that portrait chick from the earlier lessons started a whole ass war

Like it or not, the boy is very good at instilling manic violence in people

They don’t call it bloodlust for nothing

Beelzebub

I paired Beel with an End avatar MC bc the boy fears losing his loved ones like he lost Lilith

You could argue that Desolation would fit there too but I liked how it fit Satan better

Now as for a Vibe…

I’m tied between Flesh and Corruption tbh

Though corruption is mostly bc buge :)

So I’ll talk about the Flesh

So uh, mass consumerism, meat is meat, cannibalism… see where I’m going?

Ignoring the Hans because that was super racist, the two Flesh avatars I remember best are Jared Hopworth and The Guy Who Stuck His Arm in a Spooky Meat Grinder To Feed His Buds

I think of Jared in relation to Beel not because of the gym thing, but because his very chill/apathetic attitude towards his patron is similar to how I’d picture Beel’s approach to all this

Like “well, guess I’m here now”

I love Beel as much as everyone else, but he’s not exactly apologetic about his… habits

Not to the degree that he’d actually try and change them anyway

So if he got started on the path to Flesh avatarhood, he’d be pretty fucked

Belphegor

I put Web for him as a fear almost entirely because of the concept of Uno Reverse Card, ngl

It does technically tie into his whole thing about being trapped in the attic, since he’d denied all agency and freedom in there, but… Uno Reverse

Dark!Belphie is an interesting concept, and MAG86 “Tucked In” is iconic, but tbh I don’t really… Get the Dark

Don’t get me wrong, put me in a dark place and I will be scared, I don’t like not seeing things, but I have a hard time wrapping my head around why one would become an avatar of the Dark

It’s not a very “primary” fear imo? Like, I’m scared of the dark bc I can’t see what’s there, ie. a threat could be there and I wouldn’t know, but intellectually I know it’s just the absence of light. That’s not really spooky on its own.

I guess what I’m saying is I can attribute spookier things related to the Dark better to other Entities, so I’m not sure what its draw is specifically

According to the Entity Sexiness Survey I did a while back, there’s apparently some Catholic stuff going on with the Dark so maybe that’s why i don’t get it lmao

Anyway I’d put Belphie down for Spiral

“What lies behind a smile” indeed cowboy

Apparently it’s getting choked

Is it because MC’s entire relationship with him is originally founded on a lie?

Is it because the Spiral deals with distortions in your perception, gaslighting gatekeeping girlbossing, as well as foggy liminal mental spaces like between sleep and consciousness, death and life?

Is it because I think Belphie would absolutely delight in driving someone bananas by fucking with their dreams until it bleeds into their waking life?

Is it because being a person or consistent being at all is too much effort, consistent internal geography is hard, fuck it, just be an endless twisting series of hallways?

Yes :)

#obey me #tma #cursed tma x om crossover #obey me headcanons #tma the entities #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor

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jknerd · 3 years

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Xiaolin Showdown AU - Qiānzì Wén Quest

Four young Xiaolin Martial artists have their separate elemental abilities depending on their matching martial arts (Kung Fu, Karate, Taewondo, Tai Chi, etc..). Their techniques become effective by chanting four character idioms in Chinese and then a character letter of elements.

Other than Water, Wind, Fire and Earth, there are more elemental power possessors. However, some are threat to the world as few were considered taboo to use for selfish gains or greed. The Xiaolin Martial Artists’ purpose is to prevent the Heylins from collecting the Thousand Character pieces (Qiānzì Wén Stones) as these brings principles and all-seeing wisdom to whom that can see or possess all thousand characters’ powers.

Oming: the Chinese young monk with elemental power of Water, her epithet “Black Tortoise”.

Ramona: Brazilian martial artist with elemental power of Wind, her epithet “Azure Dragon”.

Kirito: Japanese former Karate Student with elemental power of Fire, his epithet “Vermilion Bird”

Clay: Texan American Cowboy with elemental power of Earth, his epithet “Qilin”.

But, they actually need ONE more member in Xiaolin Youth to complete as five elemental members who could fit the epithet of “White Tiger” with controversial yet strong abilities of Metal.

#xiaolin showdown #xiaolin showdown AU #some are genderbend but I will post more of the #Oming #Ramona #Kirito #Clay

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nadohunter · 4 years

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@renecdote wanted a Cowboy, Western!AU Alfred, so I had had had HAD too because om g what a concept. Gotta make the western AU for the whole fam now tbh

#western!au #batman #alfred pennyworth #cowboy!au #request #my art #asjfksajflka i loved drawing this #it was so fun XD #the texas in me was happy

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wil-reblogs-things · 4 years

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SANDERS SIDES WESTERN AU

@astrozei and Queen helped a lot with this

SO: the Dark Dorks (and Roman) live in a town on the Ohio River. Deceit (Judas) owns a saloon, which Remus and Virgil work at. Roman thinks that alcohol is degenerate, so he moves out west to become a Man of the Law. Remus and Virgil become cowhands (the technical name for a cowboy) to cope with the Lonely.

Judas smashes some bottles in anger, but a candle tips and lights on the alcohol and the place goes up in flames. Judas escapes, but only once half his face is burned off. He decides to work on the Transcontinental Railroad, and lies his way to becoming an important Foreman, overseeing the construction with one eye and two pistols, each with a snake engraved on the hilt. He earns the nickname "Deceit" for being cutthroat and manipulative. (Hes not bad tho just misguided) this takes coarse over 3 years.

Logan and Patton have known each other for as long as they've been alive in Sander's Bluffs. Each year, the Cowhands come through with their cattle, and Patton, being the local baker, makes bread for the group whenever they come through. He has, unknowingly, served both Virgil and Remus

Logan wants to be a police officer. When Roman moves to the Bluffs, the two become fast friends (read: friendly rivals) and make their way to the top together. Logan becomes the Sheriff, and Roman is his Deputy.

Remus decides that cowhand life isn't for him, so he becomes a bandit. He's known as "The White Lightning," for the white tuft of his hair, his pure white horse, and how fast he can draw a pistol. Not knowing Roman is the Deputy of Sander's Bluffs, he makes it his next target.

Virgil lives his existence in solitude, until a group that calls themselves the Months join his group and take him under their wing. A few of them are even women. He be omes closest with Thobias (october), Seth (september), and November (she's just November, Babey)

SO. The time of year comes where the Cowboys drive their cattle by Sander's Bluffs, and Patton begins the long process of making bread for all the boys. He pulls Roman and Logan to help him.

When the Main Three are passing bread out to the Months+Virgil, Roman recognizes his former best friend. They talk a lot.

Remus watches from afar, shocked that his brother AND Virgil are there.

But the railroad wants to plough right through the Bluffs, and Judas "Deceit" Slide is about to blow the whole popsicle stand to pieces.

The next day, Remus is getting a drink at the local saloon, about to confront Virgil (who is there as well), when Deceit, Roman, and Logan walk in, bickering about the path of the railway.

Remus doesn't recognize Deceit until Roman says, "You can't do this, Judas! I've built a life here!" And Decit says, "Of course, a life away from us."

And Remus goes fuckin apeshit. He gets up and turns around and practically yells dee's name, making Virgil turn around and gasp. This makes Roman gasp, then Decit. Logan stands there, confused.

Remus rips off his hat and people go scattering when they see The White Lightning. Roman draws his pistol before he recognizes his brother. Logan is prepared to shoot and/or jail Remus. Then Virgil punches the cocky rat man in the face, knocking him out.

So Patton comes to the police place bc Logan hadn't gotten home yet, and so all the Boyos are at the same place. Drama ensues.

After a while, Deceit takes his leave, saying that he has govt. Permission to build train tracks right through the town. Roman convinces Logan to let Remus go, but only if Remus promises not to rob anyone. Virgil crashes there for the night.

Remus goes straight to Deceit and offers a deal: smoke everyone out of town so that the railway won't be blamed for building through the town. Of course Remus doesn't know that Judas is really soft for Roman and Virgil, but they shake on it anyway

And once Remus rides in with his pistol in the air, Patton is the first one to help all the townspeople get out safely. He can't get into the sheriff's office, as there is no back exit and Remus is right in front of it. Logan, Roman, and Virgil are all in there

So Patton tries to talk Remus out of it, but of course the trash rat does NOT back out of things. EVER. especially since it was a deal he made with Judas-- and oops, that slipped out.

Roman is absolutely furious so he comes out and makes his way STRAIGHT to Deceit (Logan and Virgil staring daggers at Remus with hands on the handles of their g×ns)

And DEAR LORD DO THEY HAVE A WORD WITH EACH OTHER

And Roman actually manages to talk Deceit into going AROUND the Bluffs. And invites them to talk about what happened, tonight, at the saloon.

So they do. All the boys gather up and talk things out. There's arm-wrestling and laughs and quiet, awkward moments, but thay all become friends, and the White Lightning is never seen again, the railway goes around the Bluffs, and Virgil takes off with the cattle.

Once the season is done, though, he comes back, and takes up a job at the bakery.

And Judas buys a ranch, and uses the money he makes to fund the police and the bakery. And Remus becomes a bounty hunter that stays local; bandits can always be found hiding just over a hill in the Bluffs.

And they all live happily ever after the end

(Maybe add on if you want)

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highink · 5 years

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Tropical

In tropic, am cultivat o placa video umeda, o discheta cu filme porno, mirosind urat a urina veche de unsprezece ani, pasta de dinti facuta ghemotoace fine, tinand loc de polen florilor si cateva usi de dulap vechi, lemn de visin. Ma stimuleaza cele din urma in primul rand vizual, mai apoi olfactiv, datorita duhorii comunismului, tactil prin hartia indoita la colturi si vizual, hartia infatisand defapt nuduri din reviste unguresti si rusesti cu familii de trei goi-pusca, femei cu sani imensi, sticle de whiskey, pisici prost desenate, cowboy si tigari, beri, copil blond cu ochii verzi.

Clima e temperat-agresiva, desi in momentul asta doar bate vantul. In palma ma joc cu un creion mecanic albastru. Il pierd pe pajiste, prin maldarul de Toate-Acelea. Ma joc cu o idee pentru Expo Maraton, o pierd intr-o alta idee. Hartie igienica. Fumez. Ei mananca doner, eu caut sa vorbesc, sa cresc discutand, sa (poate) uit unde sunt. Imi sunt dragi, dar nu stiu unde mi-e creionul mecanic.

Usa din lemn de visin avea balamale galagioase. Defapt CD-urile miros a urina de mort. Nu am mai mancat bine de trei zile, dar am toate bogatiile in minte. Cunosc. Nu. Ping-ul e mare, pierd semnalul la celalalt fir de iarba. Trebuie sa descurc cablurile de la baza copacului. Se tot incaleca si creste ping-ul. Imi bate in timpan in singuratatea asta tropicala. Ping. Pinnnng. Piiii-

Pajistea e de un verde de neimaginat. Cativa maci rosii, dar Dumnezeu cel real, constiinta pura a Eului, mi-a zis sa nu ii accesez. Multi oameni acceseaza maci. Ping-ul e slab, Eul e neascultat. Accesez: pescuit, poezie, sentimente in trei, dioptrii, inaltime, galagie, plimbari cu cortul, lenjerie, petreceri, barba, nu, prea da, liniste. E in Ti(h)n(a)der. Zece energizante de gol, anxietate pentru Eu. Stropesc.

Tropical. Val cu val peste subrat, am transpiratia de pe frunte. Nu e fruntea mea. Nu e corpul meu. Nu. Am. Ping-ul. Bun. Tu gresesti. Tu pleci. Te-am futut. Tu esti mort. Tu in bus. Tu pe tavan. Tu sub masa in biserica. Tu cu tichetele de vacanta. Tu. Eul? Ma fute cu una din flori. Fug. Ating picaturi de alcool, oboseala, pisat, vreau sa dorm pe telecomanda, butoanele moi, rotunde, colorate si gri ma incurajau la somn. Ultima e amintire din copilarie. Nu tipa din flori, ca am tras de apa aia de toaleta doar zece zile sa par interesanta si burgheza, nu, sunt intinsa pe o pajiste doar.

Sunt intinsa. Intinsa, intinsa. Intins. Nu percep gen. Nu percep. Nu mi-e dor sa fac dragoste. Job. Arta. Nu consum dr. Oguri. Nu beau. Ma hidratez si sunt odihnit.

Trop pi cal. Ambalajele sa fie sortate pe categorii, sa se recicleze. Proiecte de design, desene, desene, imagini, motion-caption. Vad oamenii de la masa in linii, nu simt sufletele din ei. D. The “D” word. “Dick”. No. Depression. Dar fericire, joc tintar si sah, table, invat sa joc Rummy, citesc cu voce tare si recit in fata tuturor numerelor de Euri. Stau pe campie paralizat, pamantul e umed, rece la mijlocul spatelui, soarele imi bate in suvitele blonde. Viata e simpla. Imi pun caseta cu coperta din plastic ce o inveleste cu imaginea a doi ochi verzi-galbeni ai unui copil pe ochii mei de-acum: o pastrase mama ca seamana cu culoarea mea de cand aveam ping-ul bun. Atunci se inregistra informatie vizuala pe CD-uri si pisatul avea forma de om pe care-l calaream. Si CFR-ul era fain, bunica avea basca ca de controlor de tren. Ma arunc in trecut. Nu ma bucur de prezentul gol. Apartamentul gol. Oamenii goi, interior, exterior. Nu. In niciun caz nu ma bucur de ce am. Ar trebui, da, ratez momente de neuitat.

E vara si cresc puietii de arici, miros a caini uzi teposi, au nasul umed si plin de microorganisme de pe rame care se tarasc pe placute RAM. Toate RAMurile din pomii cu cablurile incurcate si cu toata balta care mi s-a pus in buric, lac de acumulare, imi curge maduva si ma sec, zambesc, zabovesc toate la tropic. Ochii mei caseta, parul blond ca paiul pe care stau, iubesc sa desenez, promit bunicului-arhitect ca eu nepoata-arhitecta, nu e inca urina, mi-e frica, mi-e frica, niste traume, descoperiri sexuale de una singura, crush la cinci ani pe una mai mare, nu din flori, dar o Anca. Am parul lung, urasc plaja, nu-mi convine nimic, critic tot, am tot ce vreau, dar nu mai am ping-ul bun. Contrazic pe tata in engleza, beat, rade, iubeste, vesel. Kilometrii de struguri insirati pe viile din tropicul perfect compactat in imaginea aceasta: trei cutii din tabla, albastre, alune Felix. Capac gumat. Intr-una erau cuie si suruburi. Blatul de la dulap bleo. Mirosea a ulei. Icoane in geamul mobilei, un radio portocaliu intr-un cos impletit, o scobitoare, Kent lung. Vesela pretioasa, o telegondola cu luminite din Venetia de prin anii ‘60, bunic plimbaret, un taur negru cu coarne de fildes, i se misca un corn, are coaie din plastic, negre, care ies dintr-un puf negru ce-l acopera complet. Ziare, ziare pe pereti, membru de partid, proiecte, acvariu in televizorul cu tub cel vechi, ma jucam cu tataia cu salam taiat in cubulete, facandu-mi mini-sandwich-uri. Turnul din Pisa din scobitori. Tabara de arheologie pentru prunci din Italia. Nu. Prea clar.

Douazeci si doi de grade, ma ard pe pamant tropical. Nu vreau sa ma atinga data de treizeci. Singura pe podul palmei. Se inchide, iar in ea, sunt eu. Nu garantez iubirea mea, decat daca sunt asigurat. Am zestre tot campul, tot pisatul drag, toata informatia, se fura datele aici, datele de nastere, datele in acte, datele daca vrei sa te dai la ce sunt. Nu am corp, doar bolnavicios, sunt studioasa, doar profunda, sunt model de urmat, dar iata-ma pe o campie singura.

La margine de seara, pe pat, e toata campia mea. Tropical face ochii ca pamantul pe care imi sed capul sa fie lubrifiat, sa vad, sa simt, simt, simt prea mult, vreau sa ma opresc, vreau sa reusesc si nu pot, ma simt slaba, veriga pasiv-proasta, dar pe zi si in viata, incredere in mine, te rezolv, fac torturi de complimente si delicatese la task-uri. Job-urile ma iubesc la tehnic, poate de-aia invart firele din mintea mea, campia imprastiata de jur-imprejurul meu. Ce sunt eu?

Ego-ul de pe cer ziua. O-ntind in fuga printre gherutele de la cardul de memorie. Mai mult de treizeci de Tera stocare incorporata, am vreme sa ma plimb, sa urc muntii, sa-mi asigur calmul cand imi bubuie stomacul de nervi, sa setez notificarile pe categorii prioritizate in functie de ceea ce imi ofera ca experienta si informatie. Radicala, da. Astept sa ma culc, sa ma trezesc, sa ma mint de soarele de pe cer, pozitiv, sa vorbesc cu cinci artisti diferiti, sa trimit mail-uri la doua reviste, prea multe ilustratii in minte, prea multe ganduri metamorfozate dintre structura tehnica a unei cladiri eterne cu anatomia unui putregai viu. Bag mainile in tehnicizarea vizuala, optica e incredibila, vreau sa ma incui in propriul meu templu, ma agit, nu, nu vreau sa te sarut pentru ca nu simt nimic, un impuls in coloana, da, doare, nu, nu in maci, am gasit pe cer un Eu pur intr-o noapte de multi ani pe campia mea tehnologizata si am amorezat toata ideea cerului, puteam fi Stephen Hawking, dar am fost eu, idei, principii, prima oara, virgina, da, nu prima oara cu tine (ai fi vrut, si eu la fel), prima si ultima oara cand m-am gadilat pe tample si in templele cusute din alcool, conversatii si interes, atractie. Am fobia aceea ciudata cu planetele, poate ca am fost dinozaur si candva ai fost meteorit si mi-ai ars rasa rau de tot, dar esti om si nu m-ar deranja daca.

Dar si cu “parca” ma leganam intr-o barca si “din bar in bar se face rai”, doar ca eu am fost alungat din el cica si am devenit inteligenta. Mi-as vinde merele padurete din pomul din fata mea, doar sa fiu si eu o proasta, ca poate aveam mai mult curaj sa ma urc in cer si s-o sarut. Probabil nu as fi pretuit ce pup, pentru ca galaxiile se fut din zi in zi in om si de-aia ne sculam cu stari diverse. Ma cautai cu lanterna pe cer, sunt cel mai nocturn leu, iar tu cel mai soare-n om. Te invit la mine in haos, casa ordonata, campia complet dezaxata intr-o asezare superb compartimentata pe categorii. Am informatii noi, gandesc ca un kaleidoscop un subiect, te-as lua aici pe campie sau as veni la tine pe cer sau am coase astea, poate dau cu aspiratorul pe iarba, ca pot si asta. Pot tot ce imi permite lumea asta si cea din sinea mea, cu toata pasiunea care se stinge sub covorul pe care calci zilnic cu nonsalanta ca niciodata nu te uiti la finele detalii si nu ti-am zis-o niciodata ca mereu pare obositor pentru tine, dar la mine in nonsens totul are sens si tu ii dai tuturor lucrurilor un sens si un cardinal bun, nu, nu depind de tine, nu, nu te enervez, nu, ci trag la tine ca un magnet, ca un ciocanit de sticla cand se dau shot-urile, orice as face, ai dreptate, dar doar la ce vrei sa recunosti, dar nimeni nu recunoaste si lumea e complet inghetata in ego si frica si m-am saturat de toate astea, ma deceptioneaza si-mi picura apa din gheata pe focul dintre tendoanele mele. Ma arde.

Prefer toridul camp deschis al nebuniei mele, decat prezentul asta cu care m-ai fentat, ca-i fain si bun, si-mi doresc de ziua mea, o zi sa fiu rece, sau nepasator, normal, nenascut, sa simt un fior de nimic, sa fac un dus si sa-mi fie viata mai lejera, totul artificial, sau de suprafata, sau asa, nu complet, un fruct, am un camp, am, am tehnologie, bate rock in inima mea si imi joaca tibiile pe “denebe”, exagerez mult, niciodata in scris, niciodata in ce simt si cum si cum, si cum?

Cum cel mai real mod de a iubi e sa te iubesc.

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l3viat8an · 10 months

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Okay- this is my first time on someones asks but…

imagine riding Cowboy!Beel- im honestly curious about how that would go, also the nickname ‘sugar’ has me ABSOLUTELY WEAK (i love it so much omg)

Nsfw content MDNI

Omgg first ask~ how fun! ‘n sugar is honestly so self-indulgent I fuckin’ love it as a pet name!!- this is straight smut cuz I’m lazy XD (also this isn’t the actual ‘riding’ fic that’s already longer then this and they ain’t even fuckin’ yet hdjshd)

Beel hisses through his teeth as you straddle his lap, lining his cock up with your dripping cunt and starting to sink down on to him.

His grip tightens on your hips, as he groans out “Slow, sugar…..I ain’t going anywhere….’m all yours.”

All you can do is nod silently, Beel’s cowboy hat tips back on your head revealing the beads of sweat that started lining your forehead.

You move your hips forward, sinking a little lower down his shaft, and pause for a moment, trying to collect yourself, slowly rocking your hips back and forth until his cock is fully inside you. Setting a slow, shallow pace….

Beel’s breathing becomes ragged, his eyes wide as he takes in the sensation of your warmth around him, eyes locked onto where his cock is sliding in and out of you. His lip turn up in a grin as he just admirers you for a moment, before he speaks up again.

“Ya feel so good, sugar. Already takin’ me so well.” and suddenly you’re gasping, your hands grabbing onto his shoulder as he thrusts his hips upwards, burying himself inside you again. “I just can’t get enough of ya.”

Your eyes roll back in your head as his cock hits that’s sweet spot inside of you, moaning loudly as you dig your nails harder into his shoulders, trying to grind back against him.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air as Beel takes over.

Thrusts become harder, faster, his breathing even more ragged. He’s completely lost in the feeling of you wrapped around his cock, the way you respond to his movements drivin’ him crazy.

"’M all yours, Beel.” you gasp out, leaning forward for a very messy kiss, "Take me, claim me, make me yours."

Beel groans in response, holding onto you even tighter as his hips thrust up into your. Beel just can’t help himself, as the pleasure builds inside him, "That’s right, all mine. My sweet sugar…” he grunts out, his eyes locked onto yours. "All mine."

and with one final thrust, Beel lets out a loud moan of pleasure, his body shuddering as he spills himself inside of you. You follow soon after, your own orgasm hitting you like a wave.

You both collapse back onto the bed, panting and sweaty. Then Beel sees something behind you and laughs a bit, picking his hat up and setting it (somewhat awkwardly) back onto your head, presses soft kisses to your cheeks, before moving to your lips for a slow kiss. His hand tracing lazy patterns against your back, as he pulls you even closer on top of him.

"Let's stay like this for a bit.” he murmurs, his voice drowsy as he kisses whatever skin he can reach. "I don't wanna let ya go yet.”

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doodlboy · 11 months

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Them ✨️

#om gem au #obey me #wip art #obey me mammon #mc elliot #obey me mc #character design #digital art #elliot doodles #mammons theme is /\ and els is \/ so when ya mash em together they level out #not posting their fusion yet bc im not a fan of the colors but they look p okay #anyway i love that no matter what i put mammon in he still has cowboy energy #i might change mams ear colors bc i dont think theres enough contrast or smth #anywayyyy #4 down 12 to go #dying but enjoying myself #i really need 2 stop giving a shit and post a comms sheet and not have to design it all fancy and whatever like brain..keep it simple pls #anyway yea #oh idr if i said. els gem is cracked bc of his attempted murder thing that happened w belphie and he's permanently scarred #& blind in 1 eye. kinda like white/pink pearl

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nonbinarysaavik · 6 years

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domestic oms au where kirk and spock retire to a rural earth colony or take over the kirk family farm to become old gay cowboys together. spock has a pet calf named gracie. jim gets to wear all the flannel he wants. everybody wins

#spirk

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elizabethrobertajones · 6 years

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*offers carton of brownie batter ice cream to the meta goblin* EAT AND BE SATISFIED THAT I MAY BE SATISFIED.

Om nom nom.

Thanks for giving me an excuse to type a bit about the thing I was musing on earlier when I probably would have knitted all evening and forgotten to put it in a post otherwise :D

Okay, the serious point that I was wondering about earlier is that the Empty told us it knows from Cas’s head all his wants and desires. But that was all in a deliberate literal void where we can’t see anything and even the conversational partner LOOKS like Cas, so it’s giving nothing away, when he tells Cas stuff that only they know about his inner workings.

We saw Jack have his dream where he was getting validation from Sam and Dean, and the important thing was they had no idea he was listening so the dream versions of them weren’t actually present… I mean that dream makes me laugh so much because it’s like oh no J2 are so expensive, we can’t afford them for Jack’s dream D:

But, seriously, the point is that the deep desire that AU!Zach was tapping into was that Jack didn’t want to guilt trip anyone into telling them they loved him just because he was present and something awful happened. He was just imagining coming home and Sam and Dean wandering around talking about how great that was.

And then Sam’s dream was the similar but opposite version, where they’d saved Mary and Jack, and the whole family was sitting happily around doing normal family stuff, and Sam was dreaming of being happily surrounded by his loved ones and his validation is that he got them back, and they’re all on his side (re: Dean eating too much pizza). It’s also a really telling fantasy about his psyche because it’s showing him getting validation in the same way Jack was getting validation and then would have got more if he’d given Zach the clue to exploiting his powers, by saving Sam and Dean from the dream fire.

Dean hasn’t really got the same thing but he’s lived a lot of fantasies like being in love and asking her to move in with him, which was terrifyingly telling in a “and now my heart shatters” way… And more importantly having the whole cowboy fantasy with Cas, where he got to live out a Western instead, right down the soundtrack where I die on the headcanon he was inserting the music.

Thing is… Cas went along with it. He did the accent and wore a bad hat and he was having FUN with Dean. You can see him really grinning in the slow walk up to the crime scene, and he’s really putting in a ton of effort to that swagger. And… idk… This is all half-formed thoughts I’m scraping up in exchange for metaphorical ice cream so I don’t really have a conclusion, but I’m really interested in dreams and fantasy as they’ve been presenting it this season, because Sam and Jack have been having these private internal fantasies, but Dean’s been having his lived out on screen. And one of those, the one that wasn’t forced on him, was only fun because Cas was there, and playing with him, in that episode where Dean was utterly elated, and was basically used as a touchstone for what would pass for normality and make him happy to give us an island in the sea of surrounding angst and trouble…

#Asks #it is clear by this point in the season that #13x06 #is the episode that is going to haunt me #destiel

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gayorgynight65 · 4 years

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Robert Van Damme and pals play in cage Lava Hot Springs

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