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mostlysignssomeportents · 3 years

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20 years a blogger

It's been twenty years, to the day, since I published my first blog-post.

I'm a blogger.

Blogging - publicly breaking down the things that seem significant, then synthesizing them in longer pieces - is the defining activity of my days.

https://boingboing.net/2001/01/13/hey-mark-made-me-a.html

Over the years, I've been lauded, threatened, sued (more than once). I've met many people who read my work and have made connections with many more whose work I wrote about. Combing through my old posts every morning is a journey through my intellectual development.

It's been almost exactly a year I left Boing Boing, after 19 years. It wasn't planned, and it wasn't fun, but it was definitely time. I still own a chunk of the business and wish them well. But after 19 years, it was time for a change.

A few weeks after I quit Boing Boing, I started a solo project. It's called Pluralistic: it's a blog that is published simultaneously on Twitter, Mastodon, Tumblr, a newsletter and the web. It's got no tracking or ads. Here's the very first edition:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/02/19/pluralist-19-feb-2020/

I don't often do "process posts" but this merits it. Here's how I built Pluralistic and here's how it works today, after nearly a year.

I get up at 5AM and make coffee. Then I sit down on the sofa and open a huge tab-group, and scroll through my RSS feeds using Newsblur.

I spend the next 1-2 hours winnowing through all the stuff that seems important. I have a chronic pain problem and I really shouldn't sit on the sofa for more than 10 minutes, so I use a timer and get up every 10 minutes and do one minute of physio.

After a couple hours, I'm left with 3-4 tabs that I want to write articles about that day. When I started writing Pluralistic, I had a text file on my desktop with some blank HTML I'd tinkered with to generate a layout; now I have an XML file (more on that later).

First I go through these tabs and think up metadata tags I want to use for each; I type these into the template using my text-editor (gedit), like this:

<xtags>

process, blogging, pluralistic, recursion, navel-gazing

</xtags>

Each post has its own little template. It needs an anchor tag (for this post, that's "hfbd"), a title ("20 years a blogger") and a slug ("Reflections on a lifetime of reflecting"). I fill these in for each post.

Then I come up with a graphic for each post: I've got a giant folder of public domain clip-art, and I'm good at using all the search tools for open-licensed art: the Library of Congress, Wikimedia, Creative Commons, Flickr Commons, and, ofc, Google Image Search.

I am neither an artist nor a shooper, but I've been editing clip art since I created pixel-art versions of the Frankie Goes to Hollywood glyphs using Bannermaker for the Apple //c in 1985 and printed them out on enough fan-fold paper to form a border around my bedroom.

As I create the graphics, I pre-compose Creative Commons attribution strings to go in the post; there's two versions, one for the blog/newsletter and one for Mastodon/Twitter/Tumblr. I compose these manually.

Here's a recent one:

Blog/Newsletter:

(<i>Image: <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:QAnon_in_red_shirt_(48555421111).jpg">Marc Nozell</a>, <a href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/deed.en">CC BY</a>, modified</i>)

Twitter/Masto/Tumblr:

Image: Marc Nozell (modified)

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:QAnon_in_red_shirt_(48555421111).jpg

CC BY

https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/deed.en

This is purely manual work, but I've been composing these CC attribution strings since CC launched in 2003, and they're just muscle-memory now. Reflex.

These attribution strings, as well as anything else I'll need to go from Twitter to the web (for example, the names of people whose Twitter handles I use in posts, or images I drop in, go into the text file). Here's how the post looks at this point in the composition.

<hr>

<h1>20 years a blogger</h1><xtagline>Reflections on a lifetime of reflecting.</xtagline>

See that <img> tag in there for frnklogo.jpg? I snuck that in while I was composing this in Twitter. When I locate an image on the web I want to use in a post, I save it to a dir on my desktop that syncs every 60 seconds to the /images/ dir on my webserver.

As I save it, I copy the filename to my clipboard, flip over to gedit, and type in the <img> tag, pasting the filename. I've typed <img src="https://craphound.com/images/ CTRL-V"> tens of thousands of times - muscle memory.

Once the thread is complete, I copy each tweet back into gedit, tabbing back and forth, replacing Twitter handles and hashtags with non-Twitter versions, changing the ALL CAPS EMPHASIS to the extra-character-consuming *asterisk-bracketed emphasis*.

My composition is greatly aided both 20 years' worth of mnemonic slurry of semi-remembered posts and the ability to search memex.craphound.com (the site where I've mirrored all my Boing Boing posts) easily.

A huge, searchable database of decades of thoughts really simplifies the process of synthesis.

Next I port the posts to other media. I copy the headline and paste it into a new Tumblr compose tab, then import the image and tag the post "pluralistic."

Then I paste the text of the post into Tumblr and manually select, cut, and re-paste every URL in the post (because Tumblr's automatic URL-to-clickable-link tool's been broken for 10+ months).

Next I past the whole post into a Mastodon compose field. Working by trial and error, I cut it down to <500 characters, breaking at a para-break and putting the rest on my clipboard. I post, reply, and add the next item in the thread until it's all done.

*Then* I hit publish on my Twitter thread. Composing in Twitter is the most unforgiving medium I've ever worked in. You have to keep each stanza below 280 chars. You can't save a thread as a draft, so as you edit it, you have to pray your browser doesn't crash.

And once you hit publish, you can't edit it. Forever. So you want to publish Twitter threads LAST, because the process of mirroring them to Tumblr and Mastodon reveals typos and mistakes (but there's no way to save the thread while you work!).

Now I create a draft Wordpress post on pluralistic.net, and create a custom slug for the page (today's is "two-decades"). Saving the draft generates the URL for the page, which I add to the XML file.

Once all the day's posts are done, I make sure to credit all my sources in another part of that master XML file, and then I flip to the command line and run a bunch of python scripts that do MAGIC: formatting the master file as a newsletter, a blog post, and a master thread.

Those python scripts saved my ASS. For the first two months of Pluralistic, i did all the reformatting by hand. It was a lot of search-replace (I used a checklist) and I ALWAYS screwed it up and had to debug, sometimes taking hours.

Then, out of the blue, a reader - Loren Kohnfelder - wrote to me to point out bugs in the site's RSS. He offered to help with text automation and we embarked on a month of intensive back-and-forth as he wrote a custom suite for me.

Those programs take my XML file and spit out all the files I need to publish my site, newsletter and master thread (which I pin to my profile). They've saved me more time than I can say. I probably couldn't kept this up without Loren's generous help (thank you, Loren!).

I open up the output from the scripts in gedit. I paste the blog post into the Wordpress draft and copy-paste the metadata tags into WP's "tags" field. I preview the post, tweak as necessary, and publish.

(And now I write this, I realize I forgot to mention that while I'm doing the graphics, I also create a square header image that makes a grid-collage out of the day's post images, using the Gimp's "alignment" tool)

(because I'm composing this in Twitter, it would be a LOT of work to insert that information further up in the post, where it would make sense to have it - see what I mean about an unforgiving medium?)

(While I'm on the subject: putting the "add tweet to thread" and "publish the whole thread" buttons next to each other is a cruel joke that has caused me to repeatedly publish before I was done, and deleting a thread after you publish it is a nightmare)

Now I paste the newsletter file into a new mail message, address it to my Mailman server, and create a custom subject for the day, send it, open the Mailman admin interface in a browser, and approve the message.

Now it's time to create that anthology post you can see pinned to my Mastodon and Twitter accounts. Loren's script uses a template to produce all the tweets for the day, but it's not easy to get that pre-written thread into Twitter and Mastodon.

Part of the problem is that each day's Twitter master thread has a tweet with a link to the day's Mastodon master thread ("Are you trying to wean yourself off Big Tech? Follow these threads on the #fediverse at @[email protected]. Here's today's edition: LINK").

So the first order of business is to create the Mastodon thread, pin it, copy the link to it, and paste it into the template for the Twitter thread, then create and pin the Twitter thread.

Now it's time to get ready for tomorrow. I open up the master XML template file and overwrite my daily working file with its contents. I edit the file's header with tomorrow's date, trim away any "Upcoming appearances" that have gone by, etc.

Then I compose tomorrow's retrospective links. I open tabs for this day a year ago, 5 years ago, 10 years ago, 15 years ago, and (now) 20 years ago:

http://memex.craphound.com/2020/01/14

http://memex.craphound.com/2016/01/14

http://memex.craphound.com/2011/01/14

http://memex.craphound.com/2006/01/14

http://memex.craphound.com/2001/01/14

I go through each day, and open anything I want to republish in its own tab, then open the OP link in the next tab (finding it in the @internetarchive if necessary). Then I copy my original headline and the link to the article into tomorrow's XML file, like so:

#10yrsago Disney World’s awful Tiki Room catches fire <a href="https://thedisneyblog.com/2011/01/12/fire-reported-at-magic-kingdom-tiki-room/">https://thedisneyblog.com/2011/01/12/fire-reported-at-magic-kingdom-tiki-room/</a>

And NOW my day is done.

So, why do I do all this?

First and foremost, I do it for ME. The memex I've created by thinking about and then describing every interesting thing I've encountered is hugely important for how I understand the world. It's the raw material of every novel, article, story and speech I write.

And I do it for the causes I believe in. There's stuff in this world I want to change for the better. Explaining what I think is wrong, and how it can be improved, is the best way I know for nudging it in a direction I want to see it move.

The more people I reach, the more it moves.

When I left Boing Boing, I lost access to a freestanding way of communicating. Though I had popular Twitter and Tumblr accounts, they are at the mercy of giant companies with itchy banhammers and arbitrary moderation policies.

I'd long been a fan of the POSSE - Post Own Site, Share Everywhere - ethic, the idea that your work lives on platforms you control, but that it travels to meet your readers wherever they are.

Pluralistic posts start out as Twitter threads because that's the most constrained medium I work in, but their permalinks (each with multiple hidden messages in their slugs) are anchored to a server I control.

When my threads get popular, I make a point of appending the pluralistic.net permalink to them.

When I started blogging, 20 years ago, blogger.com had few amenities. None of the familiar utilities of today's media came with the package.

Back then, I'd manually create my headlines with <h2> tags. I'd manually create discussion links for each post on Quicktopic. I'd manually paste each post into a Yahoo Groups email. All the guff I do today to publish Pluralistic is, in some way, nothing new.

20 years in, blogging is still a curious mix of both technical, literary and graphic bodgery, with each day's work demanding the kind of technical minutuae we were told would disappear with WYSIWYG desktop publishing.

I grew up in the back-rooms of print shops where my dad and his friends published radical newspapers, laying out editions with a razor-blade and rubber cement on a light table. Today, I spend hours slicing up ASCII with a cursor.

I go through my old posts every day. I know that much - most? - of them are not for the ages. But some of them are good. Some, I think, are great. They define who I am. They're my outboard brain.

#pluralistic

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wedreamedlove · 4 years

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[FIC] Liminal Spaces (v.2)

Rating: T Characters: Black Dragon!Li Zeyan/Reader/Demon Lord!Li Zeyan Word Count: 6678

Tags: Minor violence. Minor tension. Minor angst.

Notes: More spiritual successors to KISS and Liminal Spaces (v.1). Concept of Black Dragon!Li Zeyan from the 2020 Qixi event and concept of Demon Lord!Li Zeyan from the Xiyue event.

Summary: In the Black Cabin, you're merging all the timeline branches into a single one. The pressure not to make a mistake, not to misstep, is enormous on you and your concentration is strained to the max. But then you hear a faint call in the far reaches of the universe.

Sweat drips from the bangs plastered on your forehead, sliding down your face, but you don't dare to wipe it away, too afraid of breaking your own concentration.

It's hard to put into words what you're actually doing. No physical actions are involved but, as you walk through infinite space, the doors to other universes seem to slam shut in your wake with nothing but your will.

The only sound you hear are your footsteps and these closing doors. Li Zeyan had been beside you at the beginning but now he wasn't here. You aren't worried though because, somehow, you can feel his solid presence around you, supporting you. It doesn't make the effort of closing all the branches any easier though.

Finally, after some time, you allow yourself to stop for a short rest. This is when you wipe at the sweat on your face and breathe out. You don't know how many doors you've closed, or how many more there are, but you know you can't stop.

You take in a deep breath, fortifying your resolve, and then take another step.

That's when it happens.

Somewhere between the 177th door—or was it the 194th door—something tugs at you, for lack of a better word. There's a reverberation through your body, like someone plucked at your soul, and somehow you hear their echoing resonance in the endless distance.

The resonance almost sounds like a voice... one you would never mistake.

You immediately whip your head around, looking back in alarm, but of course you see nothing. Before your mind descends into panic, you force yourself to calm down and close your eyes to sharpen your senses. To your utter relief, Li Zeyan's steel-like presence is still here with you, enveloping you.

If he's here then... what was that?

You turn your head in the direction of the fading echo, eyes still closed, and reach out with your mind. The echo disappears before you can find its source though and, for a long minute, nothing else happens. You're just about to give up when the echo comes again, thrumming in your body. This time your mind flies quickly along its trail all the way back to its source.

The moment you locate it you open your eyes and the doors in front of you seem to get pushed to the side; a new one comes rushing out of the darkness, speeding to an abrupt stop right before you.

Unlike the other doors, where images of your other lives would flash by like a movie on fast-forward, there is nothing but white fog covering this one and you can't see anything. You strain your eyes and ears, hoping to catch a clue about what is beyond the doorframe.

You're not sure why you're so fixated on this door and that echo. You shouldn't be deviating from your mission. You shouldn't be touching any other door except for the final one. And yet...

And yet something calls out to you.

Someone is calling out to you from this door, and their voice is filled with desperation.

You hesitate and look over your shoulder again, as if by doing that you can see the man you feel behind you. Unsurprisingly, you don't see anything, but Li Zeyan is still there as a steady presence and you know that he believes in you.

You look at the door again and then, after a beat, you step through the door—

~~~

—and you're drowning.

There's scorching water all around you and, when you accidentally swallow a bit in your surprise, there's a sulfuric tinge that makes you think you're in a hot spring. But you don't have time to dwell on this as you flail around, trying to find which way is up. You don't even dare to open your eyes in this heat.

However, you're already running out of air, because you weren't expecting to end up underwater, and the panic surging through you seems to consume your precious air too.

All of a sudden, something grabs you by the arm and yanks you up, forcefully enough to make you grimace in pain. Your head breaks out of the water though and, as you gulp down air and cling to the other person, you decide you won't blame them for their lack of gentleness. The water is also somehow shallower than you experienced and you find your feet beneath you now that you're upright.

Pushing back your sodden hair, you go to thank your savior when your breath catches and you suddenly can't breathe again for the second time.

Unfamiliar burgundy-colored eyes set in a familiar face look back at you.

It's Li Zeyan...?

"Li Zeyan?" You blurt out your thoughts in shock.

His eyes widen for an instant before they narrow into a vicious glare and then he grabs your throat.

"You're not her. Did you think I'd fall for this again?" There's an all-consuming rage in his voice that chills you to the bone. You've never heard Li Zeyan (?) use this sort of voice before.

But you can't even ask him what's going on because his hand is a merciless clamp around your neck.

You only feel a split second of pain though before the pressure and Li Zeyan disappears. No, actually, it'd be more correct to say the pressure disappears when Li Zeyan is suddenly sent flying away from you by a long and sinuous something slamming into him.

You can barely come to grips with everything that is happening around you because, just as you comprehend Li Zeyan disappearing, you see that what had smacked him away is a long... scaly... tail. A tail which is now brushing against you.

For a second, you feel faint imagining the size of the snake this tail must belong to when logic asserts itself and you realize that this tail has fur on its back and, last you checked, furred snakes don't exist. Apprehensively, your eyes follow the body of this tail to its owner, where your nerves get their second shock of the day.

It's... another Li Zeyan.

One with his robes scandalously loose around his chest and sliding down his shoulders. But what catches your eye more than his impressive physique are the two antlers erected between his bangs. Those antlers, combined with his tail, make it so that you have no choice but to numbly accept that he's a nonhuman Li Zeyan.

You're only given a second to digest this fact because, after he frowns in the direction the other Li Zeyan flew off into, he turns his dark eyes back to you and his gaze feels like an actual weight before his face visibly softens.

"Beloved, you aren't hurt are you?"

You gape at him. Is he addressing you?

He furrows his brows at your lack of response and then strides over. You reflexively flinch back but his tail, which was harmlessly beside you, curls around you and reels you into his arms. He lowers his head and you close your eyes and hold your breath, not sure what to expect.

But he just presses his forehead to yours, his strange velvet-textured antlers bumping into you, and then does nothing else.

Both of you don't move.

In the end, you can't hold your breath anymore and you gasp for air. But that seems to be what he's waiting for because he breathes in deeply when you breathe out. Your eyes fly open in confusion and that's when you find out he's been staring at you this entire time.

At this distance you can see that his eyes are actually an extremely dark grey-blue, like stormy seas, and something heavy—eternal—seems to rest in their depths. But then he blinks, breaking your observation, and you think you see a transparent membrane slide horizontally across his eyes first before his eyelids drop down.

"You're not my heartscale," Li Zeyan (?) says and rises to his full height again. He looks down at you and then tilts his head, "And yet you are. Curious."

"Um... what do you mean?" Feeling brave because he hasn't reacted negatively like the other Li Zeyan, you ask this question.

Amusement curls at the corner of his mouth as he brings up a clawed hand and gently places a finger on your forehead. "You're not the person I know."

His finger slides down as he speaks, following the bridge of your nose, past your mouth, down your chin and neck, and then, at the hollow of your throat, it moves to the left side of your chest to rest above your heart.

"But you are still her."

It takes a moment for you to puzzle out his words and then relief floods you when you realize that somehow this nonhuman Li Zeyan knows you came from somewhere else. This means that you don't need to go through another round of hiding your identity or being violently questioned like earlier.

You can't help but blink rapidly, eyes stinging at this overwhelming reassurance, and you give a tremulous smile in response to the concern that flickers through the eyes of the person in front of you.

But, just as you open your mouth to explain your circumstances, he turns his head to the side and you only have enough time to see his lips curl into a displeased sneer before he pushes you gently behind him and steps in front of you.

There is a deafening boom before you catch a glimpse of some sort of energy getting knocked to the side, where it shatters a boulder at the edge of the hot spring and sprays water up, covering the air in a thick haze. A gust of wind blows past Li Zeyan and you, making your hair and clothes flap in its aftermath, and you have to squint your eyes at the pressure. You can only imagine how it would have knocked you off your feet if Li Zeyan wasn't standing in front of you.

When everything settles again, you cautiously peek out from behind him and see his tail curl back, as if it had just lashed out to deflect something. Your body runs cold though when you see the deep slashes in his tail and, in this silence, the sound of his blood dripping into the water is loud.

A shadow appears from across the two of you and, as the haze in the air dissipates, you see that it's the other Li Zeyan, who came back from wherever he was sent flying off to.

There's blood at the corner of his lips and he must have hurt his head too when he was struck earlier because fresh blood slides down his forehead. His left arm is also dangling uselessly by his side, as if it's dislocated. But what terrifies you more than all his injuries and the blood is the crimson glow in his eyes, more vibrant than the red on his pale skin.

"... I'll slaughter you both."

The other Li Zeyan snarls this out, raising his right arm to reveal the sinister-looking sword he's carrying.

But the hoarseness of his voice catches at your attention. Something in it sounds familiar...

"Deviation?" The nonhuman Li Zeyan suddenly murmurs this, breaking your train of thought. He doesn't seem concerned about his wounded tail at all and, instead, a look of contempt fills his eyes as he steps forward. "Those who lose their sense of self are nothing more than beasts. I'll end your pitiful existence here."

Your heart lurches at the dangerous implication behind his words and you hurriedly move up to grab his sleeve. "Wait, wait, don't hurt him!"

Li Zeyan pauses immediately upon feeling you grab his sleeve and turns his head just enough to look at you from the corner of his eye while still keeping the other man in his sight. "Why? He's clearly lost his reason. He also reeks of negative energy."

"But..." He's also Li Zeyan. You don't know what happened to the other Li Zeyan to bring him to this state but you can't just stand by and watch the mirror image of someone you love get hurt. Furthermore, and you have no way to explain this to the nonhuman Li Zeyan, you know that they're both versions of your Li Zeyan and, instinctively, you know they're both important.

"He's dangerous." The nonhuman Li Zeyan only draws his eyebrows together though and shakes his head.

He reaches out to disentangle your hand from his sleeve, but before he can touch you he has to defend himself from another attack.

"Don't touch her!" The other Li Zeyan roars.

A dark crimson wave launches out of his blade when he slashes it down and, as the nonhuman Li Zeyan deflects it again with his tail, destroying even more rocks, you hear a low hiss come from him along with the sound of his blood splattering against the water.

In the next second, alarm mounts in you when you see the nonhuman Li Zeyan's pupils shrink, becoming inhuman slits, and scales begin to appear on him, emerging out of his skin.

They're going to kill each other if you don't do something right now. You know this to be an absolute truth.

"STOP!" You choose to wade out in between the both of them, putting your back to the nonhuman Li Zeyan and trusting that he won't dare to attack with you in the way. "Li Zeyan... please stop."

You keep your gaze steady when those furious crimson eyes snap over to you and you refuse to flinch when the tip of his sword rises a little. There's a swell of water against your back which lets you know that the nonhuman Li Zeyan has shifted, as if in preparation, but then the other Li Zeyan's sword lowers the longer he stares at you.

"You're not her..." He repeats his words from the beginning but adds, "Who are you?"

There's a subtle waver in his harsh voice and then it hits you. This is what you heard in the Black Cabin. There's a desperation buried underneath this Li Zeyan's cold voice, like he's been calling for someone. He's been calling for someone endlessly until his voice has gone hoarse. He's been calling for you. Or, at least, a version of you in his world.

You take another step closer to him, gesturing behind you with a hand to pacify the nonhuman Li Zeyan who issues a low growl at your action. "I'm... from somewhere else. I came here because I heard you."

It's like a shutter comes down on the other Li Zeyan's features. His lips press into a thin line, but you're glad to see that the red glow in his eyes has faded back into their original burgundy color. The heavy murderous pressure in the air also disappears with this.

Before anything more can be said though, he suddenly staggers and spits out a glob of black blood. You splash over as quickly as you can to him when he pitches forward and barely manage to catch him. Unfortunately, the weight of an adult man is more than you can handle and you yelp when your legs buckle and you tip back.

You close your eyes, preparing to fall underwater again, when you land into the embrace of a hard chest. The fragrance of sweet rose, tempered by a cool scent of cypress and spicy Indian bay leaf, tickles your nose and you open your eyes to see the nonhuman Li Zeyan peer down at you. He glances at the other Li Zeyan, who has fallen unconscious in your arms, but you can't read the emotion in his eyes.

However, you're glad he doesn't seem to be aggressive anymore because he pulls the both of you out of the water and to the side of the hot spring where, thankfully, untouched flat rocks still remain and settles you both there.

Both of you look at the unconscious Li Zeyan, sword still clenched in his hand, and you hesitantly ask the nonhuman Li Zeyan, "Will he be okay?"

"He'll live." He replies to you and then reaches out to casually wrench the other Li Zeyan's left arm back into its socket.

You react to that sound a second later, paling and cringing. But you're glad you weren't the one who had to do that (not that you would feel confident in doing it either).

Then the nonhuman Li Zeyan turns to you, completely putting the other man out of his notice, and looks you up and down. "We should treat your injuries."

Huh?

You look down at yourself, confused, only to see all the scrapes on your hands and especially on your legs and feet. The bandages that Bai Qi had wrapped around your feet back at the harbor were already stained red, peeking out of your shoes.

"O-oh... they're nothing."

Li Zeyan gives you an unimpressed look and, before you can do anything, he kneels down in the water to pull off your footwear. You hiss when he unwraps the bandages on your feet and his touch noticeably gentles at that. Then he lowers his head to better see your injuries and, while holding your foot in one hand, he scoops up a palmful of water with the other to pour onto it. Much to your astonishment, you see your scrapes close and heal before your eyes.

"What are you?" The question comes out without a thought.

"What do you think?" He looks up from beneath his bangs and raises an eyebrow even as he switches to your other foot.

You run through the mythological creatures in your head, thinking about all the ones who have horns, a tail, and power over water like this. Combined with what you know about Li Zeyan... you decisively say, "Dragon."

Praise flashes through his eyes but all he does is grunt with acknowledgment, and then he asks you a question while he moves onto healing your legs. "Tell me how you came here."

You cautiously sketch out your circumstances, only mentioning that you were in a space where you could see your other lives and then heard the other Li Zeyan's call, so you came here.

"Foolish." The dragon Li Zeyan says, but there's no heat in his words. It almost sounds like affectionate exasperation.

This reminds you so much of your Li Zeyan that you flick water at him with your free foot. The growl that comes from him rumbles through his hand and up your leg that he's holding. But you see the leisurely swaying tail behind him and know that he's not really angry.

"What about you?" You ask in return.

"I was asleep when I felt what I thought was my heartscale's distress in the water and so I answered the call," He explains casually as if instantly appearing in a body of water wherever he wished is no big deal. For a deity, it probably isn't. Then he looks to the side and asks, "And you?"

For a second, you're confused because you already told him your story, but then you realize he's speaking to the other Li Zeyan.

"......" The other man opens his eyes slowly and, after a glance at the two of you, he sits up with a grimace of pain. He remains silent, as he rotates his left arm gingerly and sheathes his sword, and you start to think he won't answer before he finally says, "I knew this hot spring had healing properties and cut through space to come here."

So, after you put together everyone's stories, you came here through the Black Cabin, the other Li Zeyan was cutting through space-time, and the last is a deity who can travel wherever he wants... and that's how you all—somehow through the mysterious workings of the universe—ended up here? Or...

"Are we in your world?" You ask the other Li Zeyan.

"No." Both he and dragon Li Zeyan answer at the same time, causing them to look at each other askance.

The dragon picks up the explanation, "I can feel a barrier around us. It's as if we're in a bubble, removed from space and time." His voice drops slightly on the word "barrier" and you can feel his dissatisfaction.

"How do we get out then?" You're still not sure of your purpose here, but it's vital that you can return to your own Li Zeyan, who must be waiting for you back in the Black Cabin.

"I can open an entrance to send you and I back," the nonhuman Li Zeyan answers. But then he adds, "He won't be able to make the journey though."

"Huh, why!?"

You turn your head to look at the other Li Zeyan, expecting him to be angry at being left behind like this. However, instead, his face is blank and he keeps silent, as if he isn't surprised at all to hear this.

It's the dragon who explains again, "You saw him earlier. His qi is completely out of sorts and he's struggling with mental demons. Unless he can unravel the knots in his heart, he will lose whatever is left of his sanity if he exerts himself any further."

You barely understand these words. Mental demons? Heart knots? But you still automatically ask, "How do we fix this?"

Dragon Li Zeyan only looks towards the other Li Zeyan.

"It has nothing to do with you," the other Li Zeyan coolly says, "Go with him and go back to where you belong."

You bite your lip at this chilly rejection but you can also hear the bleakness underneath his voice. It's what called you here in the first place and keeps you here, wanting to help this Li Zeyan by all means.

You look down at the dragon who is still kneeling before you, wanting some help, but he only raises his eyebrows when he catches your gaze. His eyes clearly say, "You heard what he said."

You're not sure what possesses you to do this, maybe it's because you see shades of your Li Zeyan in them like they see shades of the person they know in you, but you reach out and touch one of Li Zeyan's antlers. You recall the velvet-texture that bumped into your head earlier, but now that you're touching it directly it feels more like hard bone covered in smooth fuzz.

Li Zeyan stills completely underneath your touch. Even his tail sinks silently below the water, unmoving.

"I want to talk to him alone," You mouth, trusting that the dragon will be able to read your intent.

He observes you with that weighty gaze of his that you now realize comes from a being who has lived for thousands upon thousands of years. You hold the eye contact though until he finally sighs, and his breath itself seems to rustle the trees around the hot spring and make the water gurgle.

"I am going to see if there are any weaknesses in this barrier," He says out loud and stands up. The water slides down his body and his wet clothes cling tightly to all his muscles. You avert your eyes before you see anything you're not supposed to, especially since he's wearing white pants, and you think you hear a huff of laughter come from above your head.

As dragon Li Zeyan steps out of the hot spring and walks past you, the tuft of fur at the end of his tail brushes against your cheek in a reluctant parting.

And then you're left alone with the other Li Zeyan.

You clear your throat—

"Leave me alone," Li Zeyan ruthlessly cuts you off. He closes his eyes, as if he's determined to ignore your existence, and assumes a meditative pose.

"But I want to help you."

"I can solve it myself."

Somehow that sounds like a blatant lie. You narrow your eyes at him, "At least let me help you with your injuries after you took that beating, or are you just going to let yourself bleed out?"

He cracks open his eyes to glance at you and then sighs. It's a resigned sigh, which you've heard a million times before after you pester your Li Zeyan into submission, and you hide your grin before he sees it and changes his mind.

You scoot over to him and look him over, trying to figure out where you should start. He doesn't help you at all, like he's hoping his lack of action will deter you, so you just go ahead and peel off his damp robes without thinking too hard on what you're doing.

The moment you do though you inhale sharply with distress.

From the beginning, you had thought he looked pale but now you wonder if it isn't because he's still bleeding from multiple wounds all over his body. There are sluggishly bleeding cuts and holes from where it looks like arrows were ripped out. His body is a patchwork of twisted white scar tissue and injuries, and then you remember how he said he came here to heal.

"Idiot," His voice breaks you out of your horrified daze, "You look as if you're the one who's hurt instead of me."

Your eyes snap to his and you find that he's looking at you with a calm gaze. You can't help but shakily ask, "How... did you get all of these?"

"What can you do if you know?" He challenges.

Nothing. And this knowledge upsets you more than you expected.

Li Zeyan furrows his brows at whatever he reads off your face and then he grabs your hand to place it against his chest, right above his heart. The heat of his hand around your wrist scalds and the chest below you also seems to burn several degrees higher than normal.

"I'm still alive."

He tells you this when you freeze with wide eyes. You never would have imagined that this Li Zeyan would touch you of his own volition.

You swallow the lump in your throat and lower your head, acting as if you don't sound nasally when you reply to him. "Mm. Thankfully, you're still alive."

His sigh stirs your bangs and then he turns to the side to reach for something before passing you a small basket of cloth, bandages, and a poultice.

"Where did this come from?"

"I came here originally to treat my injuries," He reminds you.

Meaning, what he brought must have also been sucked into this in-between space. Somehow that seems weird but you decide not to think too hard on the logistics of this place (as if the Black Cabin makes any more sense) and you take the basket to start tending to his wounds.

He doesn't react at all when you touch his cuts to clean them and when you apply the poultice, which must sting. He just quietly closes his eyes and lets you do your thing.

After you wrap up all the wounds you can see, your eyes go to the dried blood on his face that trails down from his forehead to the line of his jaw. There's also stains on the corners of his lips after he spat out blood earlier.

You raise yourself up onto your knees so that you can reach his head easier and press the damp cloth to his forehead without a thought, simply wanting to wipe away the blood on his face. But his eyes snap open at your touch and his hand instantly grips your wrist, holding you in place.

He stares up at you.

"Sorry," You quickly say, thinking you startled him, "It's just that you have blood on your face."

He continues to stare at you with eyes that look a little dazed. It's like he's seeing you and not seeing you at the same time. Suddenly, he pulls you into a crushing embrace, digging his hands hard—desperately—into your back.

"Why do you have to look so much like her?" The voice beside your ear is guttural and it comes with a ragged wet breath, searing to your skin.

You had dropped the cloth in surprise at his abrupt action and your empty hands waffle in the air, unsure where to put them, before you hesitantly place them on his back in return. A tremor runs through his body at your touch.

"... What happened?" You bring yourself to ask this, softly.

He doesn't say anything for a long time and you think he didn't hear your question. But then, in the end, he opens his mouth and tells a tale.

He tells a tale about a girl with a destiny and a boy who wished to avert that destiny. It's a tale about desperate people wishing for peace and a desperate boy who didn't want a girl to be sacrificed for that peace. It's a tale about a boy who bled for a girl and a girl whose heart broke for that boy. It's a tale about how, when the boy heard the girl accepted her destiny and danced on that dais in the clouds, he rushed back just to see her fall. It's a tale about how the boy became the very thing he fought for the girl, because nothing mattered anymore except for finding her.

Li Zeyan's arms around you tighten to a painful degree. "I'm sorry."

Your heart breaks as you hear him talk and you're reminded of a man you know, who went through timeline after timeline after timeline trying to avert the destiny of a girl he knew. A man who, at the end, had to do the very thing he was trying to prevent because you asked him to.

You hug Li Zeyan to yourself as hard as you can and move a hand up to stroke his hair, shaking your head furiously. "It's not your fault. I made the choice, so don't blame yourself. You didn't fail."

His tremors become actual shaking and you feel something hot bloom on your shoulder as his head sinks down to press into the crook of your neck. His tears slide down your shoulder and burns all the way to your heart.

"... I miss you," His voice is raw with pain, "I miss you so much."

The only thing you can do for this Li Zeyan is to hold him and you hope that your similarity can bring him some measure of peace after all the suffering he's experienced.

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You don't know how long the two of you hold onto each other, but then you feel a presence appear at the edges of the hot spring and you raise your head to see that dragon Li Zeyan has returned. His eyes are quiet pools as he looks at the both of you.

The Li Zeyan in your arms stiffens and you believe he also feels the other's presence. It only takes a second for him to gather himself and then he pulls away from you, his face already back to its usual poker face. He starts to dress himself, not looking at either of you.

Dragon Li Zeyan glances at him but then directs the weight of his gaze onto you. "There are no weak spots in this barrier, but whoever set this up has paltry skills. It won't take any effort for me to break it."

"Great, but is there a way for all of us to get out?" You remember what he said about the other Li Zeyan being unable to make the trip.

The dragon's eyebrows fly up. "You're concerned about him this much?"

"Yes. Either it's all of us or I'm going to stay here with him."

You ignore the muttered "idiot" from the other Li Zeyan at your words. Dragon Li Zeyan eyes you with amusement and then shifts his gaze to the other man, making the other Li Zeyan, who was adjusting the drape of his robes, return his look with narrowed eyes.

"Fortunately, whatever happened here in my absence has settled his mind," The dragon says and then directs his last words to the other man, "You should be able to regulate your qi now without any problems."

"I can feel that myself," The other Li Zeyan says curtly.

Dragon Li Zeyan snorts softly, the tip of his tail flicking in the air, and you quickly interject before the two come to blows again.

"So, are we going right now then?"

Dragon Li Zeyan shakes his head. "He's not ready yet."

The other Li Zeyan frowns imperceptibly and then, when he looks at you, he seems to struggle over whether or not to say anything. He finally tells you, "I won't make you wait long."

You quickly reassure him, "No, no, take your time?"

The rise at the end of your words is because you have no idea what he's going to do but, after seeing him settle into a meditation pose, you figure he's probably regulating his qi.

Li Zeyan starts to meditate, leaving you and dragon Li Zeyan with nothing to do. Not that this seems to bother the dragon since he takes a seat beside you and just stares at you. His gaze settles heavily on you, making you restless, until you decide to chat with him.

"How did you meet..." You trail off, not sure what to call the other version of you.

"My beloved?" Dragon Li Zeyan answers for you.

For some reason, even though you know he's not addressing you, your cheeks heat up anyway and you can only nod.

He chuckles at your reaction. "I was trapped in a barrier and she freed me. I chose to give her my name and, in return, she gave me the rest of her life."

There is so much left unsaid that you don't even know where to start asking for more details. Something does catch your attention though.

"If you can break barriers, how did you get trapped?"

He raises his hand and taps a wooden sword pendant that you didn't notice earlier hanging around his neck. "This is a peach wood pendant she gave me, made from a sword passed down in her family that can break barriers. With this, I will never again be trapped by any barrier."

That sounds... romantic? To be honest, you have a hard time picturing yourself as a sword-swinging warrior who freed a dragon. It sounds so fantastical. But the soft look in his eyes tells you that this really did happen.

"You must have had it hard too," You say as a thought occurs to you.

He tilts his head. "Why do you say that?"

"Because you were trapped in a barrier for thousands of years, right? That must have been lonely."

Li Zeyan's eyes brim with amusement. "What is time to an immortal? I didn't feel the years when I was trapped, only annoyance." Then his gaze turns contemplative. "But, yes, perhaps time has meaning now. I feel it flowing whenever I am with her and, strangely, I find myself wishing for each second to last just a little longer."

He turns his head to the side and peers off into the distance. You're not sure if it's your imagination or if he's really looking through this space to the world that holds his version of you.

"I should return to her soon before she starts to worry," His voice is quiet and you nearly miss it underneath the babbling water of the hot springs.

You don't know what to say in response to this and it actually reminds you of your own Li Zeyan, still waiting for you, and a pang of longing hits you hard. You don't regret coming here, especially now that it seems the other Li Zeyan has gotten over his distress, but you miss your Li Zeyan. You've missed him since you woke up in that frozen world.

The other Li Zeyan stirs at this point and opens his eyes, exhaling in a slow and controlled way. Dragon Li Zeyan comes back to himself at this movement and shakes his head slightly, as if centering himself in the present.

He takes a look at the other Li Zeyan, measuring him with his eyes, before he unfolds himself to his full height. "It seems everyone is prepared now."

You scramble to your own feet, not sure what to expect or what you should be doing, but all dragon Li Zeyan does is raise his hand up. You hear something massive crack around you before it shatters and then the air in front of you splits like it was cut with a sharp blade. Space peels back and, beyond this crack in the air, you see an array of rippling images.

"After you," the dragon says to the other Li Zeyan.

The other Li Zeyan walks towards the portal without hesitation, but then he pauses and looks back over his shoulder at you. You blink at him, surprised to see him stop since he seems the type to decisively move onto his next item of business rather than waste his time with goodbyes.

But he gives you a brief nod and simply says, "Thank you", before he strides off without a backward glance. His back is straight and unyielding and you know that he'll be okay this time.

The rippling images consume Li Zeyan and you can only assume he's made it safely back to his world.

Now... it's your turn? You turn your head up to the dragon beside you only to see that he's already looking down at you.

Those dark grey-blue eyes seem to strip you to your core, appraising you with the full weight of his divine being. He brings down his raised hand and holds it out in front of you, fingers closed and palm down.

It takes you a second to understand his meaning and then you place your hand below his, palm up.

He opens his hand and a shimmering scale drops into your hand.

Before you can even ask he tells you, "You're touched by a heavy destiny but you have an undauntable spirit and this will give you some fortune. You are the only one who decides your own fate though. Don't forget this."

You close your hand carefully around his scale and hold it to your chest. "Thank you."

The corners of his eyes soften with the small smile on his lips and then he leans down to press his forehead lightly against yours. "Go now, and good luck."

Encouraged by his words you walk towards the crack in the air, feeling Li Zeyan's steady gaze on your back accompany you the entire way.

You step through—

~~~

—and then you're back in the Black Cabin as if you had never left in the first place. The familiar presence of your Li Zeyan wraps around you and you would have thought everything was a dream if it isn't for the scale in your hand.

But, when you raise your head, you see a bright glowing door just ahead of you, like it had always been there. All the other doors that you could see and had been closing one by one were all dimmed and shut now.

Like the other two Li Zeyans, you also have someone waiting for you and you've kept him waiting for too long now.

You run forward to that light in front of you.

#love and producer #mr love queen's choice #mlqc #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc victor

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dreaming-colourful-skies · 3 years

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COC Dec 4: Fluffy crossover one-shot ft. snowball fighting and post-canon FMA cameos.

(Tumblr confuses me but apparently it’s good to post shorter fics in their entirety so here :))

Rated: T (really G), M/M, 1000ish words

Characters: Simon Snow, Tyrannus Basilton “Baz” Pitch, Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, Ebb Petty, Roy Mustang

Tags: Simon Snow/Baz Pitch, Future Roy/Ed but not here, Crossover, AU – Canon Divergence, Fluff, Snowball Fight, Hijinks and Shenanigans, One-shot, Carry On Countdown (Simon Snow), Carry On Countdown 2020

Series: The Watford School of Alchemy (Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood/Carry On crossover in progress)

Summary:

Baz and Simon’s animosity is beginning to thaw, unlike the ground. Forget alchemy class – today is a day for a snowball fight.

archiveofourown.org/ works/27873617 (w/out space)

Full:

I’m still not used to thinking of Baz as an ally.

What has it been – a month? My second-most-prolific source of mortal peril is now an ally. I know it sounds crazy, but he swore good intentions to Penny, and he really has been helpful.

Today, though, he’s definitely up to something.

He’s supposed to be halfway to Advanced Arrays by now – well, I should be too, but whatever – and he’s outside staring at the moat.

“What’re you doing?”

“Snow.” I seem to have startled him. Good.

“Playing hooky? Doesn’t seem like you.”

Baz scoffs. “I’ll be there.” His gaze softens as he looks around and past me. “But isn’t it beautiful?”

What? Oh, he means the snow. The ground is blanketed in it, the trees painted branch by branch. The moat is freshly frozen, by the looks of it. Flakes fall gracefully around us, and the merwolves are nowhere to be seen.

“It’s pretty nice,” I allow.

“Come off it,” says Baz, stepping closer. “Surely you don’t still think I’m up to something?”

My protest dies in my throat. Baz has been nothing but helpful lately… He’s got a point. Antagonizing you is as natural as breathing would not hold up in court. Oh, Merlin, I can see the snowflakes on his eyelashes from here. Have they always been so long?

“Ahem.” I act quickly. “Maybe I’m up to something?” And I lob a snowball at Baz’s chest.

Baz’s mouth drops open. “Crowley, you truly are an absolute nightmare.” The corner of his lip turns up and he grabs a handful of snow.

This means war.

Two minutes and many snowballs later, we are both out of breath and very much the worse for wear. By tacit agreement we’ve been sparring like Normals, though I think we both realize that I’m just as likely to melt the field if my Magick gets involved.

“Is that the worst you can do?” I manage to dodge this one, though the next incoming ball makes a snow cone of my bangs. I shake my curls and prep my next ammunition.

“Boys?” A shadow approaches our spot near the lake – a professor. This is it. This is the day I get chewed out for skipping class. I dread telling the Colonel that I traded my education for a snowball fight.

Oh, it’s just Professor Elric. This could go either way. Baz and I dust ourselves off as he greets us.

“Everything good out here?” Merlin, he’s short for a, what, twenty-eight-year old? But the professor’s eyes fill with mirth. We are clearly standing in a snowy battleground.

I look down at the snowball in my hand and make up my mind. It arcs through the air and splats on Professor Elric as Baz gapes beside me.

The professor’s teeth bare into a grin as he pulls out his wand. I don’t regret anything, not exactly, but this was a horrible mistake of a different kind.

“Let it snow!” He crows, and a crowd of small snowballs rise from the ground and launch themselves at us. He conveniently hasn’t taught us that one in Magick Words. A couple of the snowballs hit their mark, splatting my cheek with bitter cold, but I shake off the surprise. Placated that we’re not getting expelled or something, Baz and I duck and scramble to find more snow.

“Brother!”

Two more interlopers arrive from the other direction. Alphonse Elric is here for a month or so to help Ebb with the goats, and apparently they heard the commotion. They take one look and grab their own snow.

“No fair!” Professor Elric pulls a face. “The weather outside is frightful!” The top layer of snow around him drifts up and gusts toward us.

Alphonse Elric claps his hands together and transmutes a shallow, snowy wall. Cool.

Mayhem ensues, featuring Normal snowballs, cold alchemic blasts and Magick. We duck behind the fort as needed. At one point, Baz looks like he’s about to be collateral damage of a flying icicle, so I listen to my instinct and dive.

“ – Snow!” We land on the cold ground with a soft thud.

My nemesis blinks up at me, and I’m struck by the strangest urge to kiss him.

Maybe I’m concussed? If so, he must be too, because for once he doesn’t look wary. His eyes are wide with what I figure is surprise.

I mumble out an apology for the whole tackling-him-to-the-ground-thing and he thanks me for the saving-him-from-impalement thing. I scramble to my feet and offer help, and his hand is cold.

Still a little dazed, I start to gather another snowball.

I hear a finger snap from the castle entrance and the wall melts. Oh shit.

The Colonel – my guardian Roy – walks over and quirks an eyebrow. “I heard there were a couple of students missing from class, and my 4pm meeting never arrived.” He looks pointedly at the snow-laden blonde.

“Physical education elective?” offers Professor Elric.

Baz snorts and then straightens up somberly, remembering himself.

Thank Merlin, Roy surveys the scene and a smile slips through. “All right, I didn’t see anything. Don’t make it a habit.” Ed moves, almost imperceptibly, and Roy’s alchemic glove is raised again in threat. “Don’t you dare, Ed. I have another meeting in five and trust me, I do not pull off the snow-swept look as well as you.”

Professor Elric looks at him innocently. Apparently, Alphonse and Ebb find this whole situation hilarious. They launch into a spirited retelling of the fight to Roy.

Once more spared from scolding, I chance a glance back at Baz. He’s also breathing heavily, and his cheeks are slightly less pale than usual. His long hair is askew. I can only imagine I also look like I’ve been running around for half an hour.

He catches me looking.

“Time to head back?” I mouth, and he nods.

I clamour to my feet. “We’ve conveniently just remembered that we have class soon, or, uh, now. And warming up is good for health,” I add. Subtlety is just not my thing.

“Thank you for being excellent teammates,” says Baz, “and worthy opponents.” I’m pretty sure that’s directed at me and Professor Elric. I’m not sure what my face looks like.

“Bye, kids,” says Al. (We’re not that much younger than him, come on). The others join him in waving us off.

Baz and I make it back to the castle, dripping and shivering. Despite all that, I still feel strangely warm inside.

“Rematch, next snowfall?”

“You’re on.”

(Img from Pexel)

#carry on countdown #coc 2020 #snowbaz #baz pitch #simon snow #crossover #pure fluff #repost without links #how do you tumblr #pre-relationship snowbaz

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outspokens-ar · 4 years

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new york’s very own devin bahar was spotted on broadway street in louis vuitton ankle boots. your resemblance to bella hadid is unreal. according to tmz, you just had your twenty-third birthday bash. while living in nyc, you’ve been labeled as being a workaholic, but also loyal. i guess being a libra explains that. three things that would paint a better picture of you would be messy silk sheets, red wine, and staying in on a saturday night. ( female & she/her ) + ( katie, 21, she/her, est )

I’m incredibly excited for this to be back so, hello, hello, I’m Katie and here’s a long ramble about my bby bean Devin !

BACKGROUND ;

Devin I. Bahar was born to Isabella Corine Bahar, an ex-model who retired when she got married, becoming far more attracted to the ‘rich housewife, bow down to me’ aesthetic than continuing to work, and Damian Ethan Bahar, a lawyer coming from a long line of family lawyers that were known for working important, high-profile cases.

The relationship she holds with her mother is strained due to the woman’s materialistic nature and her goal of marrying off her daughter for as much money as possible. Her eyes are always on a far bigger and shinier prize, no matter how good her life already is.

Her relationship with her father, miraculously, is healthier than the one she has with her mother, simply because she has absolutely no relationship with the male. He took off when she was younger, cutting off all contact with his daughter without a second thought and he hadn’t bothered to make any effort to try and have a relationship with her.

In fact, when she had attempted to start some form of a relationship with him after she turned eighteen, he completely rejected her and wanted nothing to do with her and it ripped her apart far more than she was willing to admit to herself or anyone else.

Even now, she isn’t sure if the complete cut in contact is due to her mother or if it was simply because she didn’t live up to his expectations, didn’t deserve his love. Either way, she has attempted to move on from it after the rejection, even if she still has that small hole in her heart over it.

Due to how strained her relationship is with her mother, she moved out of the household the day she turned eighteen, having managed to save up enough money to support herself, wanting to get away from her as soon as possible. However, the woman is still her mother and she does still attempt to have some form of a relationship with her, even if it sends her into a horrible mindset whenever she has a conversation with the woman.

CAREER ;

She first began modeling at the age of 16 for a commercial project. She also starred in the "Swan Sittings" by Lesa Amoore, alongside actor Ben Barnes, before appearing in "Smoking Hot" by Holly Copeland. She also modeled for Hanna Hayes' F/W 2013 collection, alongside various other commercial projects, including campaign work for Chrome Hearts during 2013 and 2014.

She was then signed to IMG Models in 2014 and her career started shooting off from there.

She never actually planned to become a model, she actually wanted to be a photographer when she was younger and planned to go to school for it. When it came to the point where her focus turned towards college, she ended up heading towards visual arts, fashion design, and graphic design. Out of that, she discovered her passion for clothing and that’s what began her journey of designing clothes, a project she started along with her modelling career.

Since the start of her career, she has won over a dozen different awards that range over her multiple different career-interests. Managing to make a name for herself as a model and fashion designer.

As much as she enjoys photography, she puts most of her focus onto modelling and continuing to add to her own clothing line full-time. This leaves photography for her spare time as more of a hobby, however, she does step in to help other high-profile photographers from time-to-time.

PERSONALITY ;

She identifies as pansexual and has always been very open to sharing and talking about her sexuality.

Has always put her foot forward to support charities, organizations, and projects that support the entire LGBTQ community. Along with making sure to put her focus into other charities and organizations, she’s always been the type of person to ‘give back’ and to put her support into the things she believes in.

Devin suffers from intense depression and anxiety. For the most part, you would never know, she does well but, every once in a while she goes into a deep rut. She won’t talk to anyone, doesn’t want anyone around, generally entirely depressing and doesn’t want to bring other people down when it comes to it. It takes a lot of trust and a special type of friendship for her to allow you to be around during that time considering, most of the time, she’ll go completely off the grid the entire time. However, at the same time, she openly talks about her battle with depression and anxiety. She doesn’t ever want anyone to feel alone and she tries to involve herself with as many campaigns and projects that involve supporting those with mental illness as possible.

Along with this, she also has this back and forth with affection. She either hates being touched or gravitates towards it, it really depends on her mental state at the time and the general relationship she has with the other person involved. It can be difficult, one day she’ll be ready to give you a bear hug and the next day, she’ll shake if you try to shake her hand.

On a more positive note, she tries to be as positive as she can, to a reasonable extent. She never wants to take life far too seriously but, obviously, doesn’t want to take it for granted either. She’s the type of person you go to if you want clear-headed advice but you don’t want to be talked down to at the same time. Or if you want ridiculous jokes while also getting some kind of pep-talk.

Really the mom-friend but probably won’t ever admit to being the mom friend.

EXTRA INFORMATION LINKS ;

blog’s full navigation;

you can find links to just about everything here.

full about page;

if you want statistics, a more in-depth background, extra facts, and some other things, you can find a bunch of stuff here.

spotify playlist;

a mess but, ay’ check it out.

pinterest board;

a highkey mess but, ay’ check it out too.

connections page;

my page with connection ideas, some are specific but most are really used as templates for plotting. i’ll also update this with any taken-current connections.

wanted connections tag & side blog;

i’m also terrible with coming up ideas so, I have a sideblog to reblog things for wanted connections ( the top link will lead to the tag ), but it also has a tag for extra muse posts if you’re interested.

This is officially too long for an intro so, I’m gonna’ end it there, but if there’s anything else you’d like to know about my bby bean that wasn’t on here or on any of her other pages, absolutely hit me up because I can ramble for hours tbh. And if you’d like to plot, 100% slide into my dms and we can figure something out, or if we had a plot before the revamp and you want to keep it — let me know and we can keep rolling with it ! Also, feel free to hit me up here or on d*scord @ katie#7666 for plotting and such !

#wealthyhq:intro #as always; i make no promises any of this makes sense

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buckybarnesbingo · 4 years

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BBB Week 23 Roundup!

We have exactly 450 fills so far in this round of the BBB, which is just AMAZING! Make sure to leave some love for our wonderful participants!

Title: Guarding You - Chapter 8: Guardian Angel Collaborator: Fighting_for_Creativity, Purple_ducky00 Link: AO3 Square Filled: B5 - Letting go (for Ducky) Ship: WinterIronHusband Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Shooting, Violence, AU Bodyguard, AU College/University, College Student Tony Stark, College Student Rhodey, Bodyguard Bucky Barnes, Fluff, Angst, Happy Ending, Dorks in love, Falling In Love, Fade to black sex, slices of life, Mention of alcohol, creep tries to creep on Tony, James "Rhodey" Rhodes is a Good Bro, Pining, Minor Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau/Nick Fury, mentioned dog, betrayal, Violence, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Steve Rogers Is a Good Bro, Injury Recovery, Clint Barton Trolls People Summary: Though he was fired, Bucky saves Tony's life. Word Count: 12,353

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Title: Laying in wait Collaborator: kalee60 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y4 - First Time Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate Universe, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, First Time, Getting Together, THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED, Implied Sexual Content, Puns & Word Play, Light Pining Summary: When Bucky’s sister gets engaged and has a destination party, he’d never imagined that they’d overbook the hotel and he’d be stuck sharing a bed with his best friend. Which of course wouldn’t have been an issue, not at all, except that pesky part where Bucky had been in love with Steve his whole life. But maybe, just maybe this rooming oversight might just be the push he needed to see what was right in front of him the whole time. Word Count: 1599

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Title: You better make sure you put me in my place Collaborator: call-me-kayyyyy Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U3 - Till Death Do Us Part Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: art, no serum bucky, no serum steve, wedding Summary: No-Serum AU where long-haired mechanic!Bucky and skinny artist!Steve tie the knot. ❤️

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Title: Here come the champs Collaborator: abitnotgoodiebag Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C1 - Paintball Ship: BuckySam Rating: Gen Major Tags: art Summary: Paintball isn’t just recreation for these two, it’s a lifestyle.

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Title: Perfect Soldiers Collaborator: phoenixgryphon Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U3 - BAMF Bucky Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: art, Jurassic Park AU Summary: A Jurassic World crossover; Russians had interest in purchasing the Indoraptor, what if those Russians were the Russian branch of Hydra? Hydra took immediate interest in the specimen, it was strong, fast had no metal arm and deadly, making for a fine counterpart to work alongside their existing Asset. Of course there was the whole issue of making it comply, but to Hydra that’s nothing a little programming can’t fix.aka you don’t get any more bamf than TWS working with a dinosaur.

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Title: Guarding You - Chapter 9: Guarding You Collaborator: Fighting_for_Creativity, Purple_ducky00 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K2 - Forgiveness, Ducky Y3 - Take the Shot, J_Gun_I Ship: WinterIronWar Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Shooting, Violence, AU Bodyguard, AU College/University, College Student Tony Stark, College Student Rhodey, Bodyguard Bucky Barnes, Fluff, Angst, Happy Ending, Dorks in love, Falling In Love, Fade to black sex, slices of life, Mention of alcohol, creep tries to creep on Tony, James "Rhodey" Rhodes is a Good Bro, Pining, Minor Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau/Nick Fury, mentioned dog, betrayal, Violence, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Steve Rogers Is a Good Bro, Injury Recovery, Clint Barton Trolls People Summary: The boys do what they have failed to to so far, talking it out. Word Count: 13,650

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Title: gentle and soft Collaborator: plutosrose Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y4 - Kink: Gentle Sex Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Bucky Barnes Recovering, Gentle Sex, slightly pwp, Established Relationship Summary: Bucky tries to understand why he wants Steve to be so gentle with him. Word Count: 1288

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Title: Missed Dance- Second Chance Collaborator: fightingforcreativity Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y4 - Surprise Dancing Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Soft, Fluff, Angst, Bucky Barnes Feels, Soft Tony Stark Summary: A mission delayed Bucky's plan to go out with his boyfriend. Thankfully said boyfriend was nothing if not resourceful. Word Count: 980

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Title: I Thought You Were Smaller Collaborator: ariasfandom Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C3 - Free Square Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Smut, WWII era Stucky, dirty talk, size kink Summary: It’s the first night Steve and Bucky are together since Bucky was shipped out months ago, and Bucky wants to make up for lost time, and show him how much he loves his partner and his new body. Word Count: 1975

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Title: Kill List Collaborator: shadow-ravin Link: AO3 Square Filled: B1 - Kill List Ship: Bucky & Steve, Bucky & Natasha Rating: Mature Major Tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, 5+1 Things, Friendship, Killing, Character Death, But only bad guys die, Torture, Revenge, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary: 5 times Bucky killed someone and one time he didn’t have to. Word Count: 805

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Title: Snowed In Collaborator: steves-on-a-plane Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U2 - Sharing Body Heat Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Gen Major Tags: not listed Summary: The last person that Reader wanted to be paired up with on a mission is the quiet and elusive Bucky Barnes. When the pair get snowed in together during a mission they have no choice but to warm up to each other. figuratively and literally. Word Count: 1373

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Title: bruises make for better conversation Collaborator: nightwideopen Link: AO3 Square Filled: K1 - AU: Supernatural Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Not Rated Major Tags: Blood/Gore, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Comics/Movie Crossover, Supernatural Elements, Vampire Clint Barton, Pain Kink, Lovers to Lovers Summary: “Jesus Christ, Barnes, what the hell is that?” Bucky let Clint feed off of him last night, and it got kind of… intense. To say the least. But he can’t exactly tell Tony that because he doesn’t know where Clint’s at with their whole… sexual blood sucking thing. Also, no one knows that Clint is a vampire. Word Count: 4331

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Title: Speed Dating Collaborator: arrowsandmixtapes Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y5 - Speed Dating Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Not Rated Major Tags: A few poorly placed easter eggs. Summary: Your desperation pays off when you meet a handsome man at a speed dating event. Word Count: 820

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Title: Vacation Gone Wrong Collaborator: jurassicworjd Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - Going On Vacation Together Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Teen Major Tags: swearing Summary: Marvel meets Jurassic World. Bucky knew from the beginning it was going to go wrong when Clint told them that he bought tickets to the famous Jurassic World theme park. Yet somehow, he allows his boyfriend to drag him out there anyways. Word Count: 3183

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Title: You Alone Collaborator: 27dragons Link: AO3 Squares Filled: Chapter 1: C2 - IMG: Tony working on Bucky’s arm Chapter 2: U4 - Take the Shot Chapter 3: U5 - Abandonment Issues Chapter 4: Y2 - Kink: BDSM Chapter 5: Y3 - Last TImes/Farewells Ship: WinterIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - No Powers, single parent tony stark, Omega Tony Stark, Alpha Bucky Barnes, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, Protective Harley Keener, Meddling Kids, First Dates, First Kiss, Past Tony Stark/Tiberius Stone, Panic Attacks, Sex, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Anal Sex, Light BDSM, Multiple Orgasms, Knotting, Weddings Summary: Life as a single parent isn’t easy, but Tony is proud of what he’s accomplished over the last fifteen years. He has his own electronics repair shop and has managed to keep his son Harley away from his toxic ex. So what if every alpha he sees puts him on edge? Most of his customers are omegas, anyway, and he’s content never to date again if it means never again having to go through the shit that Harley’s sire put him through. Bucky is more than intrigued by the smart and beautiful omega who’s repairing his arm, but Tony smells like fear, and Bucky doesn’t want to make things worse. He has to put a lot of effort into making sure not to trip Tony’s triggers -- made doubly hard by the fact that Tony doesn’t want to talk about them -- but he thinks it could be well worth the effort in the end. Word Count: 14,938

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Title: The Red Star Collaborator: startrekkingaroundasgard Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U5 - AU:Pirate Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Explicit Major Tags: m/f explicit smut, choking, public sex, exhibitionism, prostitution, name calling Summary: Pirate captain Barnes of The Red Star makes port and goes directly to the reader, his favourite prostitute, for some release. Word Count: 1305

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Title: (my hair) Through your fingertips Collaborator: darter_blue Link: AO3 Square Filled: C5 - “Kiss me.” Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: emotional hurt/comfort, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Canon Divergence - post Captain America: The Winter Soldier, hair washing, first kiss Summary: The asset left Steve by the river. Damaged. Broken.The asset himself is both of those things. But Steve should be neither.The asset needs to find Steve to makes sure he’s okay. Needs to right his wrong (just one of so many). And he needs to find Steve because he WANTS to, though he may not fully understand what wanting even means.Something inside him feels peace at the memory of Steve’s face (the only memory the asset can hold onto) and he maybe just wants to FEEL things again. Or for the first time…He just can’t remember… Word Count: 3651

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Title: Between a Rock and a Hard Place Collaborator: queen-of-the-avengers Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U4 - Rebecca Barnes Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Not Rated Major Tags: minor angst, crack fic, fluff and implied smut at the end Summary: ou and your two best friends are fighting, and you’re caught in the middle of it. The only person who will listen to you is your boyfriend, Bucky. Word Count: 1.1k

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Title: Aria in B♭ - Chapter 8 Collaborator: 27dragons Link: AO3 Square Filled: B4 - Alcohol Ship: WinterIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, opera singer Bucky Barnes, nobleman Tony Stark, Prostitution, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Dubious Consent, Pining, Dueling, Gambling Summary: Lord Stark has his faults -- a bit too fond of a drink, a little too reckless at cards, and entirely too happy to flout his good fortune in his rivals’ faces. But a man as wealthy and powerful as Tony Stark is bound to have a few peccadillos. What he is not, is the sort of man who would force himself upon another unwilling, unlike Lord Killian, who seems to have taken a particular shine to an opera singer in the troupe Killian is hosting. Tony rescues Mr. Barnes from Killian’s untender mercies, moves the troupe into his own home, and takes Mr. Barnes as his bed companion for the season. The arrangement provides protection for Bucky and the troupe from Killian’s spite, and tweaks Killian at the same time -- a win all around, as far as Tony is concerned. He wasn’t counting on Bucky being so utterly charming and wonderful, or for the possibility that he might actually, after so many years a bachelor, fall in love. Word Count: 28,643

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Title: Siren - Chapter 3: Roundtable Rival Collaborator: Writing_mermaid Link: AO3 Square Filled: B5 - language Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Mature Major Tags: Language, mention of injuries, Steve is an asshole Summary: Y/N is a mutant, a Siren, the last of her kind, with deadly dangerous powers and a hidden past. If most of the Avengers likes and get along with her, Steve doesn’t, and it’s getting worse when Y/N and Bucky become close. After all what can bring two broken souls together if it’s not a dark past. Word Count: 5564

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Title: Obnoxiously Perfect Collaborator: plutosrose Link: AO3 Square Filled: B2 - Alpine Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: Alternate Universe - Teachers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Developing Relationship, Coffee Date, Brief Mentions of Grief, Self-Esteem, Finding Your Crush and His Ex on Social Media, Brief Mention of Past Sharon Carter/Natasha Romanov Summary: After hooking up with Steve at a faculty reception, Bucky consults Alpine for advice. Word Count: 2899

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Title: It's Only a Paper Moon - Chapter 1 Collaborator: SierraNovembr Link: AO3 Square Filled: B3 - Bucky/Tony Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Depiction of a mental asylum, established relationship, Edwin Jarvis Summary: Fighting aliens alongside Captain America? A loving, supportive fiancé who overlooks the many flaws of Tony Stark? Tony often thought his life was too amazing to be real. He might just be right about that. Word Count: 831

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Title: We Shall Be Monsters - Chapter 2: Dead All Day Collaborator: tisfan Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y1 - Hallucinations Ship: WinterIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: mentioned torture, Frankenstein inspired, reincarnation, rise from the dead, gross, dead bodies Summary: This is your 6:30am Rise from the Dead call... Word Count: 1370

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Title: Worth It Collaborator: darter-blue Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y4 - Pet rock Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: Modern Bucky Barnes, Fluff, Romance, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Summary: Bucky is not having a great time here, speed dating was not the ‘opportunity to meet someone great’ he had been promised. This was just a faster, more efficient way for Bucky to get dumped. Until someone new sits down gracefully into the seat opposite him. Bucky’s looking up from where tight blue jeans around thick thighs have slid into the seat, up to a broad chest in a t-shirt that has to be two sizes too small, up to shoulders so wide they could carry a bus, and up, up, up to the most beautiful face Bucky has ever seen in real life. And he’s smiling. A real, enthusiastic smile.At Bucky. Word Count: 2051

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Title: Moments with You (Part 2 of 5) Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U1 - Confessions Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Mature Major Tags: angst, anxiety, stress Summary: Both you and Scott Summers yearn for a beautiful remembrance that cannot be reached. Scott, in the form of Jean Gray, and you in wanting Scott to move on with his life and realize that love can be found again. Word Count: 1285

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Title: 5 Times Bucky and Winter Courted Tony, and 1 Time Tony Realized He Was Courting Back Collaborator: newtypeshadow Link: AO3 Square Filled: K1 - Steve Rogers Ship: Tony/Bucky/Winter Rating: Mature Major Tags: Alternate Universe - Shapeshifters, Domestic Avengers, Avengers Tower, 5+1 Things, Flerkin Shifter Tony Stark, Wolf Shifter Bucky Barnes, Symbiote Winter, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier are Different Personalities, Courtship, Mutual Pining, Oblivious Tony Stark, Kidnapping, Rescue Missions, Canon-Typical Violence, Dead animals, fresh meat, Cannibalism, technically, flerkins and symbiotes don't understand why eating delicious human meat is bad, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, murder fluff, Crack Treated Seriously, Getting Together, First Kiss, Aliens, Alien Cultural Differences, Polyamory, Flerkin Tony Stark, Cat Tony Stark Summary: There's a dead bird next to Tony's coffee maker. Gross. Except when Tony shifts into a flerkin. Then it's a delicious gift. Doesn't explain why Bucky and his symbiote, Winter, left it in Tony's kitchen though. Word Count: 10,630

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Title: They Never Went Further, They Never Went Back Collaborator: eachpeachpearplum Link: AO3 Squares Filled: Y2 - rescue mission (chapter one) C3 - free space (chapter two) C1 - recovering Bucky (chapter four) U4 - shoot first, ask later (chapter five) Y1 - hurt/comfort (chapter seven) Ship: Stuckony Rating: Teen Major Tags: identity porn, vigilante Iron Man, polyamory negotiations, asexual Bucky Summary: Steve and Bucky’s truck breaks down while they’re out searching for the vigilante Iron Man. Fortunately, mechanic Tony is willing to offer them a place to stay for a few nights. Word Count: 26,893

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Title: Hallucinations Collaborator: ShakespeareanQueer Link: Tumblr Square Filled: B2 - Hallucinations Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Induced hallucinations, angst Summary: When Steve doesn’t make it back on the time travel platform, Bucky asks Wanda for a weird favor. Word Count: 3223

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Title: Better the Devil you know Collaborator: Kalee60 Link: AO3 Square Filled: C4 - Wings Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Explicit Sexual Content, Falling In Love, Bottom Bucky Barnes, POV Bucky Barnes, Idiots in Love, Light Dom/sub, they should really just talk..., Demon Bucky Barnes, Angel Steve Rogers, Denial of Feelings, Misunderstandings Summary: Attending work conferences was never Bucky's idea of a 'good time' - especially when the rival company was Heaven and he happened to be a demon from Hell. Even more unbearable, he'd been tasked to present a seminar (against his will) - Bucky was more about doling out punishments, less about educating his peers.So of course, while Bucky is already down, Steve Rogers turns up, an angel Bucky had been trying desperately to forget for the last millenia… for an array of reasons. Bucky now finds himself in close quarters with his feathery nemesis, and after living multiple lifetimes, was maybe finally learning that there really was a fine line between hate and lust, and an even finer one tethering it all to love? Word Count: 19,912

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Title: Know Your Enemy, Know Yourself Collaborator: rebelmeg Link: AO3 Square Filled: B1 - Mexican standoff Ship: Bucky & Winter Rating: Mature Major Tags: blood and violence, Winter is a separate personality, graphic depiction of violence Summary: The fight between Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier might happen in his head, but that doesn't make it any less real. Word Count: 771

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Title: Unshackled - Chapter 2 Collaborator: LiraelClayr007 Link: AO3 Square Filled: C1 - through a scope Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Amnesia, (of the short term), Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Angst, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Implied/Referenced Mind Control, Deaf Clint Barton, Hurt Clint Barton, Hydra (Marvel), Slow Burn. Will add more tags and characters as they come up, Escape Summary: Nausea roils in Clint’s stomach, and he’s suddenly glad there’s no food in his stomach. Mind control. HYDRA’s perfected brainwashing and mind control. He needs to get out of here, he needs to tell… But of course it doesn’t matter. Because he’s shackled to the wall across from the fucking Winter Soldier, deep within who knows where surrounded by who knows how many HYDRA goons, and he hasn’t eaten for...how many days now? Even if he could get to his bow, he’s not sure he’d have the strength to draw it.In other words, he’s well and truly fucked. Word Count: 5970

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Title: Aria in B♭ - Chapter 9 Collaborator: tisfan Link: AO3 Square Filled: I3 - Disability Ship: WinterIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, opera singer Bucky Barnes, nobleman Tony Stark, Prostitution, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Dubious Consent, Pining, Dueling, Gambling Summary: Lord Stark has his faults -- a bit too fond of a drink, a little too reckless at cards, and entirely too happy to flout his good fortune in his rivals’ faces. But a man as wealthy and powerful as Tony Stark is bound to have a few peccadillos. What he is not, is the sort of man who would force himself upon another unwilling, unlike Lord Killian, who seems to have taken a particular shine to an opera singer in the troupe Killian is hosting. Tony rescues Mr. Barnes from Killian’s untender mercies, moves the troupe into his own home, and takes Mr. Barnes as his bed companion for the season. The arrangement provides protection for Bucky and the troupe from Killian’s spite, and tweaks Killian at the same time -- a win all around, as far as Tony is concerned. He wasn’t counting on Bucky being so utterly charming and wonderful, or for the possibility that he might actually, after so many years a bachelor, fall in love. Word Count:31,979

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Title: [Art] Bingo Clusterfuck - Chapter 11: come on with it, come on Collaborator: call-me-kayyyyy Link: AO3 Square Filled: B5 - Kink: Vibes in Public Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: art, semi-public sex, bottom bucky, top steve, fun-ishment Summary: Steve was done. He was absolutely sick and tired of Bucky riling him up on purpose in front of their tower-mates. Bucky loved making him blush with dirty comments during Avenger's meetings. Flustering him by "accidentally" brushing against his crotch in the community kitchen. Steve had had enough and it was time to teach Bucky a lesson. He sees his moment while their making out like teenagers in front of the big open windows in their apartment. "You like everyone watching Buck? You like it when I get all flushed and hard in front of our friends?" Bucky whined and kissed Steve harder. "Well lets see how you like it, huh sweetie? I'm gonna take you apart, right here where anyone can watch," he growled into Bucky's ear. "Rub your sweet spot till you beg for my cock. Let all of New York see how much you love being on all fours for me." Bucky was gonna learn his lesson alright, maybe twice.

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Title: Dog Days of Summer Collaborator: hddnone Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K5 - “Oh, hell no” Ship: WinterIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: temperature play with ice Summary: Summer was the worst season to have a metal arm.Fortunately Bucky had a boyfriend who would fix that for him. Word Count: 997

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Title: something like home Collaborator: nightwideopen Link: AO3 Square Filled: C4 - Canon Divergence Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Not Rated Major Tags: Graphic description of injury, mentions of brainwashing Summary: After the fall of the Triskelion, Clint retreats to his last refuge, the farm house in Iowa that he grew up in. On the way there, he finds an injured dog on the road leading to the Barton farm. Spoiler alert: it's not a dog.It's Bucky Barnes. Word Count: 13,048

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Wifi Controlled machines

Asiyesikia alarmku huvunjika guu when sensor motion lights/alarm is in place as those who get into others homes, cars or property using the windows and door as their is no such with the technology described above as drones can be sent to shoot or arrest ya or automated Wi-Fi controlled guns. And the below mini-inventions are the happiness of the poor like those who got crime and cant work but must have machines in their houses as they can pay daily like with China sunking lights and even those of minimal pay who could not qualify 4 loans or credits to qualify 4 such as even where judgement is done in Minneapolis to bar them from committing bad and be good as well as like pool of blood with those u want to kill and so forth and so on like get off white-men as their character are now known

https://biblehub.com/isaiah/61-1.htm

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One is telling me that Bartholomew truck as lorry was nearby that up was covered with Tandarau where upon making the food to feed the 4-5 thousand folks he got in as the tent and now u have known how to make artificial food to back that truth above so we stop debating upon it as we erase it from our minds as in the link below.

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=images+of+lorries+covered+with+tandarua&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiD2Nv0gKzqAhXExoUKHUy1BzAQ7Al6BAgJEBk&biw=1024&bih=657#imgrc=My5SIhKA99eFWM

In Netherlands and many nations since they have been defeated with solid reasons as now they cant out-shadow other nations to stay afloat they can use aliens in those Agriculture rich nations to make chemicals that destroy soil in the boom process where at night in dark snowing season they sprinkle the above chemicals rapidly per section using like drones to defeat them in production so they buy the same from other spheres, am letting u to take heed dude as all is possible, Dirty crime, without Jesus bro, never take things 4 granted, hang/cling on to everything dude and that its boy/girl

now that am eating not the way u want, i have said it a thousand times, i will do it my way not ya way and what u gonna do and we got the DNA and i repeat DNA, we got the DNA and a rich nation as u purport don’t encourages such virtues of eating in 1 house without the next exit plan. Take ya machete and cut me dude which am willing, lets get our-self in a tag of war as in a tussle as what i want to make i got on pintrest and is aint mine, U wanna force its mine to resort to the above, homey lets start boxing each other bro, lets get our fist 2gether and break the war b4 women, maybe can solve our plans, with my house u will not come and its period dude, got me, lets meet in a joint or outside to discuss. Period Kenya aint rich even than Netherlands as proximity to rich nations. U lazy and silly wanting to eat others sweet in pretense, wanting which aint your like forever without second thinking, go and die in hell dude. Monitoring how much i spend, will be futile dude as if i got i will spend much on propelling my machines and in new innovation suggestions research, U hungry dogs die ya own death of laziness as u sing and dance to ya tunes or songs, stop cashing into others sphere, Privacy no 1 issue according to me bro

Bullet speed finder machine in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYwUbIRinXI

If manipulated in life when kid, kinda, u wanna do the same to kids when u r grown up or the many anti kids movies and songs or good kiddish saying or songs as well as gadgets u wish r yours but time passed ya, to get it out that spirit, kinda, u see a speaker like in the link below off ya head or body

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Buy ya portable battery powered lawn mower and get on craigslist to post as a job-seeker or contacts those who have already posted the same as in the link below, Get to a greener state as u can google as Idaho bro and make money, no reproaches or excuse 4 laziness bro and even 4 green-card winners.

https://seattle.craigslist.org/

https://kenya.craigslist.org/search/jjj

https://wichita.craigslist.org/

IEBC Kenya identification equals the Kebi and huduma number so u cant confiscate his bank details backed up with his pulse rate and body temp at room temperature not as a walk to give wrong details as in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?q=huduma+number&oq=huduma+number&aqs=chrome..69i57j0l7.4948j0j9&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

The sensor motion light alarm system as much as it can be used on ya windows and doors to beef up ya security it can as well be employed on graves where graves are located 1 side of a busy road so if any 1 nears the graveyard the light switches on or the alarm rings to notify the undertake and bar the efforts of grave exhumers to take corpse attires and caskets. As well it can have a dark vision enabled camera to grab the same as record, so the city have a rough idea of the twilight happening. As in the below link dude

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When 1 close to ya but all along in pretense of helping ya but screwing up ya plans when u realize even with ya parents or siblings, kinda, u see a bus like Kiira crushing down their heads on the road signalling their defeat and u should separate from them as if u don’t and still move on with the above and like injure or kill ya may land u in hell cause at that time they are considered insane of their act not thinking the past as ostrich buries his head on the sand 4getting the whole body is out when a looming danger is seen like and approaching lion. And no 1 should buy that, that u need to be close and u r telling him the above mostly synonymous with kikuyu blooded men as Luo.

Jet fuel maybe they have known how to make and that’s why they hate E-airplanes cause will kill their plans as the cross Christ was hanged fixed on the hole. Sukuma wiki soup placed in a big can or bucket then solution or grind ripe seldom apple fruit seed hurled in the boom process makes the above jet fuel i had told Uganda and Tanzania now buying planes to be par with Kenya as never minding it as previous as Region Economic giants. When E-plane surface tickets will decrease even with 60% screwing up the above fast making profit gimmicks which are as a shock-absorbers to imbuing women with confidence that it cant fail even if it goes sour. King of the jew to remind us of the above truth or taking the seldom apple juice then spit saliva as well makes the same and many like thinners, brake fluids and surgical spirits and many chemicals of such caliber.

No excuse 4 laziness among youths who wants to locate those with big houses to join them but not work or wait as direct people cause, maybe, their tribes have learnt to make gadgets like cars or phones which now every tribes knows, in-fact u see an imagery of a person carrying whip to warn them of the same vice of laziness will not be tolerated any-more. No even bases as u can Marshall up like 3 people and buy like vegetable cutter or fruit peeler machines to start ya life, not 1st to claim 1 to be of ya tribe so to benefit like eat from his house on and on without stop, disturbing his peace dude lest u get whipped like Christ to stop or u get to jail when the country good.

Internets big dish are made of cabbage in the boom process or binding wires, garbage or nuts and bolts dipped in sewer water while the in-house servers are made of waru or Irish potato dipped in water with the mentioned above and if u spit saliva, then boom ya servers formed and even with computers, laptops and phones provided the placed is like 20% of the real server or dish weight and more as in the link below. Worker and vineyard parable to take us to that point above or mfalme wa yawhodi dude.

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( bella hadid. cis female. she/her. ) / word on the street is that devin bahar was just signed to starlites. you know, the twenty-three-year-old model ? according to everyone around town they’ve been said to be a bit withdrawn & a workaholic, but i guess they make up for it by being so loyal & charismatic. three things that would be used to describe them would be messy silk sheets, red wine, and staying in on a saturday night. i hope they keep up to the expectations of starlites and don’t get dropped before they even take off ! — bella hadid career claim !

I’d like to first apologize for the mess you’re about to read and for if this turns into a rambling mess. I’m going to attempt to keep this intro short since I have a few other links / spots you can jump to if you want to read / learn more about my bby bean. Anywho, I’m Katie, twenty-one, in the cold af est timezone, and I use she/her pronouns.

intro trigger warnings: mentions of parental abandonment and rejection, mentions of depression and anxiety.

✧ backstory

✧ career

She was then signed to IMG Models in 2014 and her career started shooting off from there.

Since the start of her career, she has won over a dozen different awards that range over her multiple different career-interests. Managing to make a name for herself as a model and fashion designer.

✧ personality

She identifies as pansexual and has always been very open to sharing and talking about her sexuality.

Really the mom-friend but probably won’t ever admit to being the mom friend.

✧ extra information and links

blog’s full navigation;

you can find links to just about everything here.

full about page;

if you want statistics, a more in-depth background, extra facts, and some other small things, head on over to her about page.

spotify playlist;

it’s a mess but, i’m always a big fan of using music to get to know characters.

pinterest board;

this is also a highkey mess but you'll be able to find organized sections for: reflection, exterior, study, aesthetic, and her attire.

connections page;

here’s a page with a list of connection ideas, some are specific but most i tend to use as templates for plotting. i’ll also update this with any connections.

wanted connections tag & inspo blog;

i’m also terrible at coming up with ideas so, i have a sideblog to reblog things for wanted connections ( the link leads to the wanted connections tag ), but it also has a tag for extra muse posts if you’re interested. i might actually stop being lazy and use some of these as inspo links on my connections page but who knows.

career tag;

i already have a few posts in here ( and a few in my queue ), if you’re interested. but devin is an intense workaholic that pushes herself far more than what’s healthy so i’m pretty sure it’s nearly impossible for me to put everything she has ever / will ever work on in there but oop scoop.

okay, i’m going to stop typing now, since i’m realizing this is getting longer than i planned. but if you’d like to plot, absolutely feel free to slide into my dms and we can figure something out. i’ve got some coursework i waited until the last minute to start ( again ) so, i’ll be jumping on and off while i try to get a good bulk of it done ! you’re also totally free to hit me up on d*scord @ katie#7666 for plotting and such !

#starlite:intro #this got way longer than i meant for it to oof

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wulfiesessentials · 5 years

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DIY Crochet Handbag

Have you ever gone into a store or see something on TV/ Internet and say to yourself.. I can make that!!! Well… Thats what happened to me one day when I went shopping at Target. I was looking for a Tote to carry the yarn I’m not packing up for our move. I glance over and see this crochet handbag… Natural instinct is to immediately check this out.. kinda like quality control.. was it machine made or handmade crochet, etc hahaha I pick it up, examine it.. Wow. it wasn’t machine made.. hmmm Then I look at the price tag and gasp. Nope.. was not going to give a Big named store that amount of money.. I can make this!!

I give you.. The DIY Crochet Handbag 🙂

The Handbag at the store was a neutral colored stiff but still on the soft side,cotton material. So off I went to find yarn similar to this handbag. I found several that were close but still not the exact texture. Then a light bulb went off in my head.. off to the hardware department I went..

Waalaa.. I found it. Cotton twine. This has the same texture and thickness of the “store” handbag and bonus .. it was 2.84 a ball. I grab a couple and off I went to create the look a like.

Half way through making this handbag, I was thinking about the texture and durability of this bag, then my mind started to wander and all of a sudden I said to myself.. Tye Dye!! Wouldn’t it be cool if you could custom dye your handbag.

After I completed the pattern I went to the craft store and picked up some t-shirt tye dye.

To be perfectly honest, I have never Tye Dyed anything before and after the initial excitement of getting the dye, I started to get a little nervous. I didn’t read the directions of the dye before I purchased and when it came time to make it.. eeekkk. This particular dye was for Large projects and required some math to calculate a smaller batch of dye. I recommend if you are going to dye your handbag to read the directions of several types of dye before you purchase.

The dye I used was 1 packet per Gallon of water.. I cut that down into 3rds and still had dye left over.

I also decided to make some swatches to test dye. So glad I did. The twine doesn’t soak up the dye as I thought it would have. It was almost like water repellent at first. I lightly sprayed water on the first area I was going to dye first… This worked out much better.

I noticed you can actually get some neat effects when spray water on the already dyed area.. it make the dye move and creep up the twine. I started with the darker dye first but you can try many different techniques with your swatches before applying to your handbag.

Cautions with the dye.. this is fabric dye and it will stain anything it gets on.. use gloves and it is best to dye outside where spills will not ruin anything. It was raining here when I went to dye so I did dye inside. I have a stainless steel sink so I used a cooling rack over my sink to dye. For drying I transferred the cooling rack to a old cookie sheet pan.

For some extra fun.. I made 2 coaster size swatches and let my husband and daughter design their own. It also gave me other ideas on how I wanted my bag to look.

When dyeing don’t worry about areas that arent covered completely with dye..the dye will spread out while drying. Also, keep in mind the color will lighting a bit also. The picture above is when the swatches and bag where wet.

Drying… Again preferably allow them to dry outside. I was late getting this post out because I didn’t not think about dry time. They barely dried while in the house. It wasnt til a day later when I could put them outside for a few hours in the sun that they finally dried. I Do Not recommend putting them in the drier.. the dye will destroy your drier.

These pictures are of the swatches and bag fully dried. As you can see the dye faded a bit and also the areas that did not have dye filled in with color.

I added some twine to the edges of the coasters the family made. Took a wire brush and combed out the twine and made little Rug coaster. Have some extra fun with this project. This little side project made me think back to crafts we did in school.. was a nice little break away from the everyday schedule 🙂

Crochet Handbag Pattern

This bag is done in the round. It has repetitive rows. It has 2 “special” need to know stitches.. Which are a Cluster and a DC2TOG. Below are a couple links for reference on how to do the “special” stitches.

Cluster.. Mama in a Stitch ….The Cluster for my pattern is only 3DC’s

DC2TOG… New Stitch a Day

Cluster2TOG..

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What you will Need…

2 Balls of Cotton twine .. I went to Walmart Hardware Dept to get the kind I used

Handbag Handles.. You can use any you wish for your handbag.. I purchased my Bamboo handles from Joanns.

Fabric Dye.. Remember to read instructions so you don’t have to make large batches of dye. Also to see if you need anything to add when making dye. I needed Salt.

Dye Bottles & Disposable Gloves

Cheap Aluminum Cookie Sheet.. If you do not have one you can use for drying handbag

5mm Hook

Scissors, Stitch Marker, Tapestry Needle

Abbreviations…

Ch. = Chain

SC = Single Crochet

DC = Double Crochet

HDC = Half Double Crochet

Sl St = Slip Stitch

SK = Skip Stitch

SM = Stitch Marker

Cluster = 3DC Cluster

DC2TOG = Double Crochet 2 Stitches together

* to * = Repeat stitch or stitches between *’s

Note.. Place SM in first stitch of every round so you can keep track of your rows

PATTERN

Ch.44 +1

Round 1.) 2nd Ch from hook SC, SC across – Turn work slightly and SC in between SC and Chain row,n Turn work slightly again ( now you will be working Chain row) SC across, turn slightly and put 2SC in between the 2 rows.

Round 2.) SC around

Round 3.) Sl St into SM SC, Ch.2, DC next stitch, DC around, DC into Ch.2

Round 4.) DC , DC, Cluster, *Ch.1 – SK – Cluster*, Repeat * to * 19 more times, DC,DC,DC,DC ( around corner), Cluster, * Ch.1 – Sk – Cluster, Repeat * to * 20 more times, DC the last 4 stitches.

Round 5.) Start with Cluster, * Ch.1 – Sk – Cluster*, Repeat * to * 19 more times, DC2TOG, DC, DC, * Cluster – Ch.1 – Sk*, Repeat *to* 21 more times, DC2TOG, DC, DC

Round 6.) *Cluster – Ch.1 – SK* Repeat *to* 20 more times, Cluster in First DC, DC2TOG, * Cluster – Ch.1 – Sk*, Repeat *to* 22 more times, DC2TOG

Round 7.) *Cluster – Ch.1 – Sk*, Repeat *to* 20 more times, DC2TOG ( cluster & dc), *Ch.1 – Sk – Cluster*, repeat *to* 21 more times, DC2TOG ( cluster & last dc)

Round 8 – 9.) Cluster – Ch.1 – Sk around

Round 10.) *Cluster – Ch.1 – Sk* repeat *to* 21 more times, Cluster2TOG, *cluster – Ch.1- Sk* repeat *to* 19 more times, Cluster2TOG

Round 11.) *Cluster – Ch.1 – Sk* repeat *to* 19 more times, Cluster2TOG, * Cluster – Ch.1 – Sk* repeat *to* 19 more times, Cluster2TOG

Round 12 -16.) * Cluster – Ch.1 – Sk*, Repeat *to* around

Round 17.) *Cluster – Ch.1 – Sk*, repeat *to* around til you reach last Cluster, In last cluster place 2 HDC’s

Round 18.) 2HDC in each previous row cluster ( not in Ch.1 space)..

Round 19.) SC around, Sl St into first SC and Finnish off.

Attaching Handles…

Depending on the type of handle you use, there is several ways to attach your Handles. On my handbag I choice 2 different ways you could attach them.

First photo is a single sewn, center hold. Second picture I placed additional wrapping on either side. Options are limitless on how you would like to attach yours.

Attach along the whole bottom half of handle, Partial attachment, etc.. Also… Keep in mind as to whether or not you want your handle “holder” to be dye’d or Natural. If you want it to match, make sure you dye some of your extra cord.

When attaching the handle you want to use a whole cluster.. So sew from bottom of cluster, up around handle and into top of same cluster and just keep going around and across the same row of clusters, til your happy with the hold and look.

Get creative with your bag.. this is your creation and it needs your personal touch 🙂

I hope you have fun with this DIY Handbag and Please let me know if you have any questions. Those that would like to share your finished handbag I would love to see them… You can post them here in Comments or #wulfiesessentials on instagram 🙂

THIS PATTERN WAS MADE AND DESIGNED BY WULFIESESSENTIALS©. YOU MAY MAKE AND SELL THE ITEMS MADE FROM THIS PATTERN, BUT PLEASE LINK BACK TO MY SITE. YOU MAY NOT ALTER, REPRODUCE, SELL OR DISTRIBUTE THIS PATTERN. DO NOT USE THE PHOTOS ASSOCIATED WITH THIS PATTERN WITHOUT PERMISSION.

WulfiesEssentials© is neither paid or affiliated with any persons &/or Business mentioned in this post. Any “review” is solely my opinion based on use of the Item mentioned in this post.

The DIY Crochet Handbag DIY Crochet Handbag Have you ever gone into a store or see something on TV/ Internet and say to yourself..

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empireintheair · 5 years

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– by chichai@empire –

The blog is coming back to life! We lightweight stepped away from the digital sphere when opening our pop-up shop— it was a lot of work y’all! Now, since we said BRB to having a store, we’re making our way back to giving you content.

And what a way to kick-off our blogging than with womxn empowerment?

On Sunday, February 17, I attended a #feministAF dinner by Haejin Chun.

Um. Our dinner came with a bouquet for every single guest! Brb crying with gratitude

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Haejin Chun — the culinary artist behind Big Bad Wolf SF— hosted her first-ever womxn-only event titled Big Bad Queens. Upon announcing Big Bad Queens, Haejin referred to it as the “most significant, meaningful, and empowering gathering thus far, or imma die trying.”

Let me tell you…

Homegirl succeeded that and beyond.

Leading up to the night, Haejin set the tone with her IG posts of how her celebration of being Big Bad Queens would be. You knew her and her team poured their hearts in preparing for this gathering.

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Did I make these Pom Poms and mini tassels ? 🙇🏻‍♀️yes. Was it meditative and fun? 🙃 no. Am I a crazy person who has a million things to do before a big dinner with Pom Pom fuzz all over me? Definitely. At least no one can say I don’t care or try hard enough 🤷🏻‍♀️. Vessels for our 1st course: “Ceremonial (medicinal) Tincture.” CBD, manuka honey, aloe vera, tumeric, jujubes, ginger, pineapple, cinnamon. We will start the dinner by pouring each other’s glasses. #communal. The jars are empty for now, bc the ingredients are too expensive just for photos. My goal has been the same since day one: people coming together from all walks of life, vibing. That everyone who sits at my table will be present, filled with joy, and feel like they’re part of something bigger. But most of all I hope they feel special -that I will hold space for them and that I fucking care deeply. Because I do. I’ve never felt more love, more aligned, or more empowered going into a dinner. 💫 #BadAssBossBabes got me feeling a type of way. 🙏🏼 Thank you. Giving it every, single, last drop of who I am and what I can give in one moment. See you Sunday. #foodismedicine #loveisinthedetails #tribevibes #weareallvessels

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“BIG BAD QUEEN” (sold out). 👏🏻EMPOWERED. 👏🏻BLESSED. 👏🏻FEELING IT. . . Another 💃🏻👑 just gave me the greatest compliment I’ve received thus far in life: “You empower other women.” 🔥🙏🏼 And while I’m humbled that might be true, right now I’m feeling pretty empowered by all who are coming. Every one who is gathering for this event is undeniably a FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH. We’re about to give them heaven and hell. #LaurynHill. All bad ass women playlist for our 7-course womxn’s dinner. When’s the last time you were in a room filled with other BIG BAD WOMXN?! Those accumulative vibes, that intentional gathering, unapologetically powerful… This one’s gonna be beyond 💫.#feministaf #sisterhood. Be about it. . . #feministaf #bombesquad #girlswithknives #sfwomen #ladiestothefront #girlgang #femalechef

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I admitted to Haejin prior to the night that the particular reason why I wanted to join was because of a need for inspiring vibes. Her response:

[That’s] exactly why I wanted to do this dinner. Women empowering and inspiring other women.

Because the lead-up alone nourishingly hyped the Queens up, entering the venue felt magical. Womxn gathered glammed-up in their own unique styles; rose was poured alongside the night’s roses; and, as we mingled with each other in the nicely dimmed San Franciscan loft, the first two courses were passed out to give us a teaser of the glorious flavors composed by the Big Bad Wolf.

The two appetizers included a warm and crisp pan-fried savory mochi (mm) and a pine nut purée that felt like a hug from the inside of your belly (not pictured because I ate it right away… same with the second one I ate.) What I also wish I took a photo of was Haejin passing out vapes on a silver platter. I don’t indulge in smoking but, c’mon, look how cute this is ( + bonus points for the organic, local, sustainable shout-out):

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First course: @permanentxholiday. . . Regardless of what happens, who knocks on our door, free swag or not… I have and never will work with products or brands that I’m not feeling. Period. I know it’s a privilege to be so selective; I know I’ve been spoiled AF. But it’s not just business, it’s personal. And I’m not about to put anything subpar in my body or my guest’s. I use organic, local, sustainable ingredients whenever possible. It’s the same for flower. 100% cannabis derived oils and terps (flavoring), a high content of live resin, and non of that toxic filler. Happy to welcome these new friends at our table. That #tangie is YUMMY. 👌🏼✨#cannabiscommunity . . Artwork by Hawaiian artist: @aaronkkai

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Greeting us to our assigned seats was a simple & elegant table setting with our take-home gifts, including osmanthus honey brittle and two sorts of wrapped up flowers, one with our names handwritten.

Once everyone made their way to their seats, Haejin welcomed us with an opening speech about how this dinner is the most meaningful one she put together to-date. She referred to the guest list as powerful and, you know, Big Bad Queens.

She then redirected the floor to Kayko Tamaki for a ceremonial soundbath. Kayko guided us into meditative thoughts of how extraordinary womxnhood is and to honor our connection to ourselves, our bodies, and the earth herself.

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This is Kayko. #Womxn to Womxn, she has given me strength, shared her wisdom, made me feel my own feminine power… I’ve admired her and have been inspired by her on a soulful level for many years now. She’s a healer, activist, #feminist (is an understatement), hypnotherapist, spiritual guide, a well-known figure in the #LGBTQcommunity, POWERFUL and so much more. I’m so honored and humbled to announce that she will be leading us through a pre-dinner ceremony and sound bath … to initiate, welcome, heal, and further unite us during our women’s gathering (however you identify on the spectrum, all are welcome.) I have the chills just thinking about it. @kaykotamaki thank you for being you so unapologetically, so poetically, so beautifully accepting of yourself and others. You are the sister in #sisterhood. 2.17.18. Can’t wait. More about Kayko in my stories. #BadAssBabe

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Then came the feast. And, while indulging, Haejin had one rule. She wanted us to further connect with each other by engaging in one small yet meaningful task: pour each other’s glasses. For the first round, we raised up our ceremonial tincture to drink together.

The night wasn’t only about gathering Big Bad Queens together, it was about filling us with goodness. In Haejin’s welcoming speech, she shared how she did research on foods that are healthy for women’s reproductive systems. Our tastebuds, tummies, and vaginas thank you.

The main courses included: a banchan flight, chicken dumpling, bo ssam, and spicy mussels with soba noodles. From the presentation to the taste and portions, wow. I really don’t know the right words. How about this; every dish made each guest close their eyes and mutter words along the lines of omg… so good…

Last — and definitely not the least — were “double chocolate brownies with toasted hazelnuts, raspberries and dusted with a pink Himalayan matcha salt.” Holy Sh*t. I forreal slumped my head back upon taking the first bite and whispered to my chocolate, “ I didn’t know how much I needed you in my life.” Next thing you know, Haejin catches me and says, “Look at you eating that chocolate like a queen.” I was too betwixt reveling in the chocolate to ask if there were any more.

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Thanks to @katrosereyes, you can relive the dinner with more visuals here:

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“Behind every great woman there’s a shit ton of other dope ass women.” -It’s so fucking true. Beautiful recap of the dinner through the heartfelt perspective of @katrosereyes. I didn’t hire Kathleen. She casually asked me through DM before the dinner if it would be ok if she took some videos at the event, or if that would be disruptive. I had no idea it was gonna be this. 🙏🏼🔥💕. Sunday was the first day we met and she did this completely on her own. I’m just so overwhelmed with everyone’s love, vibes, and womxn to womxn affirmations… empowerment. Strangers becoming friends at our table: our creative energy inspiring/fueling each others… believing in each other’s dreams and valuing each other’s existence. This is why I do what I do, and why it’s so damn important to me. Full throttle FEELZ. I honestly don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’m so thankful for you and for this.

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Thank you to Big Bad Wolf for an extraordinary evening. Days after the dinner, the inspiration from that night’s sisterhood is still keepin’ me feeling revived.

Coming up next on our website: a blog blitz of our time at Moment SJ. Stay tuned and welcome back.

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hetbigbang · 6 years

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D-DAY IS HERE

IT'S DEADLINE DAY!!

Art and Fics Due - September 26th, 11:59 PM (Midnight) PST (here is a timezone converter.) ~ We can't wait to see what you all have created and can't wait to share it with everyone! IMPORTANT NOTE: I will be sending out emails to our artists who were willing to pinch hit art, as we have one outstanding art claim, and we may delay Debut Day if it is not picked up. (There may also be a slight delay because the mods are sick and in school, but we are doing our best not to let that happen!) POSTING: In case you need a hand with posting or last minute questions, check under the cut for a rundown on how to post your final works to the 2018 Collection.

POSTING REQUIREMENTS Where do we post our completed fics? We are using AO3 collections, with the deadline for submission as September 26th, and the reveal date of October 1st. You can post them up early!! Post them up now, if you want! You can also post your fics anywhere else you like, just don't post them anywhere before the Debut Date. Everyone who has signed up for this challenge should have an AO3 account, but if you don't, you can still sign up. You can ask a friend for an invite code, or you can request from A03 here or at

ao3_invitecodes. If you are unfamiliar with it, here is the FAQ of AO3. Do not publish your fic for everyone to see at AO3. Instead, submit it for our 2018 collection. Only the author of a work can add it to a collection, and then the mods approve it and we'll reveal it on the Debut Date. Once you've done that, we are also asking you to drop an email to thehetbigbang [at] gmail dot com when you submit your work to A03, with the following information: Email Subject Line: (Fic or Art Submission. YOUR NAME.)

AO3 Name/LJ Name: (both) Fandom: Pairing: Artwork or Fic: (artwork for "Title of Fic, by Author") or (Fic: "Title, rating, and word count. Big Bang or Little Bang.") Summary: (if applicable.)

Further Posting guidelines below. (The pics used are for the old 2012 submissions, but just mentally adjust for 2018.) 1. Sign up for A03. You can ask a friend for an invite code, or you can request from A03 here or at

ao3_invitecodes. 2. DO NOT POST YOUR FICS/ARTS SO THAT THE GENERAL PUBLIC CAN SEE THEM. Double check after posting to make sure it doesn't get posted to the general audience. If it does, delete the work and start over. Instead, you need to allow the mods to collect your fic/arts so that we can reveal everything together on October 1st. Go here, to the 2018 Het Big Bang Collection, and go the "Post to Collection" button in the top right corner. The collection is currently open, moderated and unrevealed.

This will bring you to the normal template where you submit your fic/artwork. In the first block, you fill out all the tags: fandom, warnings, ratings, characters, pairings, additional tags, etc. In the second block, you fill out the preface information, including title, summary, and author's notes. 2a. For Artist: your summary line should include your author's name and the title of their story (if you know it). 3. In the third block, for "Associations" make sure the line for "Post to Collections/Challenges" lists "Het_Big_Little_Bang_Challenge_2018."

3a. For Artists: the next line, "Gift this work to:" should be filled out as well. Artist, you know your Author's A03 name, which should have been provided to you through your emails. If for some reason it was not, please contact your authors and get this name from them. Fill in the "Gift this work to:" line with your author's name. That will link your artwork to them. After the submissions have gone live on the Debut Date, we would like you to go back and edit your submission to add in a link to the specific story you created your artwork for. But until the entire big bang goes public, the main way you'll attach your artwork to the piece will be by identifying the author through gifting. When you finally get the chance to link to the story, edit your submission and use the HTLM coding: <*a href="INSERT THE URL HERE">Title, by Author. (Remove the *) You can put this in your author's note or summary. 3b. For Authors: After the submissions have gone live on the Debut Date, we would need you to go back and edit your submission to add in a link to the specific artwork that was created for your story. You don't have to "Gift this work to:" to the artist, but it'd be neat if you wanted to do so. When you finally get the chance to link to the artwork, edit your submission and use the HTLM coding: <*a href="INSERT THE URL HERE">Title, by Artist. (Remove the *) You can put this in your author's note or summary. 4. Formatting and coding guidelines are important. 4a. For Artists: AO3 video embeds are working from Youtube, Vimeo, blip.tv, Dailymotion, Viddler, Metacafe, and 4shared. So if you have a video, you upload it to Youtube for example, and then embed into an AO3 post. For images like artwork and icons and banners and cover art, use the <*img src="INSERT YOUR URL HERE"> HTML coding (remove the *). You can first upload your images at Tinypic or imgbox or a similar image hosting website, and then make an A03 post with the HTML coding. (*NOTE: As of 2017, photobucket no longers allows you to post and link without paying big bucks, so avoid photobucket.) 5. Submit your fic/artwork. You need to make sure when you hit "Post" that you see this text at the top of the resulting page:

"This work is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon! You can find details here: Het Big/Little Bang Challenge 2018"

6. Now, your fic should NOT be displayed to the general audience. It might not even show up on your dash, but fear not. You can still edit, add new chapters, mess around with it to your heart's content. We, the mods, unfortunately do not have access to your story. We cannot tell if it is properly formatted or not. THIS IS FRUSTRATING, but there's nothing we can do about it. We can only see your name. All works are titled "Mystery Works" until we reveal the entire big bang. So, please make sure your own fic is properly formatted. If you need to edit your fic, login and go to your dashboard. Go to the "Edit Works" button in the top right corner. From there, you can edit your works.

A03 will require you to format a header with all regular information on it. Remember to properly tag your works, including appropriate warnings. Both HTML and Rich Text are supported, and you can edit/delete, have multiple chapters, etc... 1. The Rich Text Editor lets you add formatting, links and pictures to text without using HTML tags. It also has an option for pasting from Word which will preserve some of your Word formatting, although please note that this is buggy. The Rich Text Editor is only available for your work text. 2. The HTML editor allows you to change the look of your text with HTML tags. It can be used in any place you can submit text, although some fields permit only a small subsection of allowed tags. You can see a full list of the allowed HTML on the Archive FAQ, but the standard HTML tags is as follows: b, big, blockquote, br, caption, center, datetime, div, dl, dt, em, h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6, height, hr, href, i, img, ins, small, span, src, strike, strong, sub, sup, table, u, and more. Also, a few years ago,

anr was a saint and provided you with a post that explained "how to format a fic for posting in less than 30 seconds no matter the story length or amount of formatting" trick. The mods won't be overly picky about formatting. I'd prefer for all dividers and scene breaks to use <*hr> (remove the *) which creates a horizontal line that serves perfectly as a scene break. However, that's optional. You choose your own way to format. Other optional suggestions, just for uniformity sake's: How do I do Chapter Titles: Bold 'em. How do I timestamp and do locations: Italicize the dates and locations. How do I do subtitle stuff: Italicize it. There is only one major fail regarding format, and that has to do with paragraphs breaks. There must be a full line break between paragraphs. Example of doing it wrong:

Chapter One: The Invasion March 6, 2005 - The City of Atlantis Elizabeth ducked quickly behind a console and attempted to catch her breath. A flush of pink colored her cheeks and a thin sheen of sweat had appeared on her brow. If the situation weren't so dire, John would have been turned on. As it was, however, he couldn't give it much thought as he had to focus on the batch of Ancient zombies that were slowly staggering in through the Stargate. "At least they can't run," he offered lamely. Elizabeth spared him a glare. "Why can't they run?" "I don't know." John shrugged. "But they never seem to run. They always lurch. Maybe when they're brought back to life they don't get knees?"

Example of doing it right:

Chapter Two: Ancient Ex-Girlfriends Yes, They're Zombies Too Elizabeth peeked around the consol. "Oh, my god," she breathed. "Is that--" "Chaya?!" John squeaked. "Talk about creepy ex-girlfriends." Rodney scrunched his nose. "She doesn't look good in green." John cringed and crouched down lower. "Do you think she's their leader?" Elizabeth looked thoughtful. "Well, this may be better for us." She narrowed her eyes at John. "We can give them you in trade for a cease fire--" Something caught her attention behind John and she broke off. "No, wait. Look to the left! That's... oh, god, John. That's Teer!" John and Rodney stared in disbelief. "Damn you, Kirk!" Rodney groused, and hit John upside the head. "We're going to be killed by a legion of your dead ex-girlfriends!" "Okay, everybody calm down," John soothed. "Let's not overreact and go blaming--" "Hey, look, your ex-wife!" "What?!!"

Grammar and Spelling fail: If your fic doesn't look beta'ed, we will call you on it, which will create an AWKWARD situation for both of us. Having a beta is a REQUIREMENT. Grammar, spelling, proper paragraph structure, etc... these are all REQUIREMENTS. You need to give your beta ample opportunity to go over your fic for mistakes and edits, so remember to factor that into your deadline. Don't have a beta? Check out this post!

Can I post it to my journal a few days early to show my friends? No. The first time you show your fic for this big bang must be on Debut Day, on this comm. Mods will handle the revealing details. There will be more posts on that to come. Once the Big Bang collection goes live on Oct 1, feel free to post your stuff wherever. Also, please remember that extensions for final fic and art submissions will not be granted. Please make sure your stories and art are submitted no later than September 26th. If you absolutely cannot make it, contact a mod immediately - either via email at thehetbigbang [at] gmail.com, or on the Page-A-Mod post, or PM

red_b_rackham or

traycer_. Lastly, remember if you need some to cry, scream, flail, yell triumphantly, encourage, cheerlead, etc, don't hesitate to check out the support comm and throw up some posts for each other!

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