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hyperose-culture-is · 9 months
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Welcome to hyperose-culture-is also known as Hyperose Culture Is! This blog is for people to just share their experinces with Hypersexuality and Hyperromanticism, other words Hyperose! This is a blog to help spread the awareness and support people need!
This blog is a sister blog to @yourfaveis-hyperose witch is also own by us!
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All mods are system members from @the-silent-fellowship, similar to the other Hyperose blog. The mods are (📯)Kai, (🤡)Jack, and (🕸️)Angel. There may be more in the future!
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This blog is for anyone to use! All we ask is if you fit the DNI don’t mention things relating to it. (Those who fit into the Paras look here and here)
Do not go into detail about things like intrusive thoughts and exact details when it comes to hypersexual thoughts. Things like “I hate that I end up thinking about X(topic name)” is fine just don’t go into detail about it.
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Questions about what Hypersexuality, Hyperromanticism, and Hyperose are allowed. We may not be the best at answering but it is open.
Not a rule, rather a reminder. Hypersexuality & Hyperromanticism are not only caused by trauma. There are multiple reasons and people are allowed to talk about those things.
You are allowed to just do Hypersexual culture is and Hyperromantic culture is, it does not need to be solely Hyperose culture!
Be nice. This space already contains people who are struggling, negativity. is not appropriate.
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fysian · 2 years
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໑ lloyd . garmadon . greenie ໑ he / they + otherz ໑
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jaycharic · 2 years
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sloaneshutup · 1 year
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My team and I so excited to finally launch THE CARTOONIST COOPERATIVE, a community-based organization meant to help comics-makers sustain themselves through shared promotion, educationals resource, skill trades, and career assistance! Anyone making comics, is invited to be a member, including artists, writers, colorists, and letterers.
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misshoneyimhome · 24 days
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you’re interning with the maple leafs athletic training department after graduating university in the health field. you’re new to the city & don’t know anyone. ur quiet and only engage with players when spoken too. it’s obvious ur intelligent and very career driven. you have an independent vibe. it’s clear ur not impressed or starstruck by players, but not in a rude way its just u aren’t interested in hockey as a sport only the health aspect as it relates to ur career, so ur vibe gives off very much *professional only here to get paid*😂….anyway willy thought you were stunning initially,but he was caught off guard since ur not his usual type and don’t have the same physical or aesthetic look as any other gf/vibe in the league. ur appearance is very feminine but u dress streetwear tomboy. ur slim but with an hourglass build athletic legs /big butt. u have big long curly hair that u let flow wild and don’t wear makeup but ur skin glows and thick dark eyelashes /rosey lips are striking. its clear willy is not the only one that finds u intriguing bc he’s noticed few players act “different” when u come around -and he can tell they’re crushing on you. they’re harmlessly flirtatious with u but ur oblivious. he knows someone will ask u out soon. how do you think willy reacts? does he make a move? does he feel jealous? he hasn’t even had a chance to introduce himself, yet he’s seen other players find an excuse to interact with u. he knew he was interested but didn’t expect to have to act so soon. does chill willy feel like he has competition or nah? can you write something to add or finish the plot or just take this concept and create ur own magic 😅 i have the vision but definitely not the skill or outlet lmao
Absolutely, babe! So, this was more than just something and I definitely enjoyed it 🤍 You provided me with so much inspiration, and I hope I've managed to convey your vision at least to some extent 😉
Perhaps there's room for a sequel, but I also believe it stands strong on its own - either way, my wish is for you to enjoy it 🤗
Warnings; none, it's pure fluff 🌺 maybe some language, but nothing out of the ordinary;
Word count; 5K
Song inspiration; "Lovestoned/ I Think She Knows" by Justin Timberlake
Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny @justwanderingbutneverlost
・✶ 。゚
She’s got me Lovestoned I William Nylander 🖋️🌺
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“She looks like a model Except she's got a little more ass Don't even bother Unless you've got that thing she likes I hope she's going home with me tonight”
Your heart raced with excitement as you followed your manager through the busy corridors of the Maple Leafs' training facility. The sound of skates scraping against the ice and the reverberation of pucks hitting the boards filled the atmosphere, adding to the tangible buzz of the surroundings.
Freshly graduated from university with a degree in the healthcare field, you had long imagined this moment. Securing an internship with the athletic training department of one of the most esteemed sports teams in the league was a dream come true – an opportunity to apply your expertise and knowledge in a practical environment.
As you strolled, you couldn't help but admire the cutting-edge facilities surrounding you. From the fully equipped gym to the medical treatment rooms, every aspect was crafted to ensure the players received optimal care and resources.
And your manager, sensing your admiration, offered you a warm smile. "Welcome to the team miss y/l/n," they said, their tone brimming with pride. "We're delighted to have you join us."
You reciprocated the smile, thankful for the chance and eager to demonstrate your abilities. This was your moment to establish yourself in the realm of sports medicine, to glean knowledge from the experts and contribute to the team's triumphs.
And as you continued to explore the facility, a surge of excitement pulsed through you. This marked merely the beginning of your journey with the Maple Leafs, and you were resolute in seizing every opportunity that lay ahead.
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As you settled into your role as an intern within both the Medical and Performance teams, your reserved and composed demeanour became apparent to those around you. You'd always been one to let your actions do the talking, and this remained unchanged in your new environment.
Focused and resolute, you approached each task with unwavering commitment; whether it involved aiding in rehabilitation exercises or conducting pre-season screenings, you handled each duty with precision and diligence.
While some might have mistaken your quiet nature for aloofness, those who took the time to understand you soon discovered there was more beneath the surface. You were intelligent, determined, and fiercely independent – a formidable presence in your own right.
Unlike many others in your position, you weren't swayed by the glamour of professional hockey. While you respected the sport and admired the players' athleticism, your focus lay solely on the health and well-being aspect, aligning with your career aspirations.
To you, the players were not celebrities to be idolised but individuals to be cared for – athletes whose welfare relied on your expertise. And you simply approached your responsibilities with professionalism and purpose, recognising the significance of your role in the team's success.
Yet, although you kept to yourself, speaking only, when necessary, your influence permeated the facility. Your dedication to excellence and the players' wellbeing garnered the respect and admiration of your colleagues. And as you delved deeper into your work, you found a profound sense of satisfaction, knowing you were making a meaningful impact on the athletes' lives and careers.
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As the first two weeks of your internship with the team flew by faster than you’d expected, you quickly became fully engrossed in the dynamic world of professional hockey. The days were a whirlwind of absorbing new information, making acquaintances with staff and players, and engaging in hands-on tasks that put your skills and knowledge to the test.
With the start of the regular hockey season on the horizon, the gravity of the job began to dawn on you. However, far from feeling daunted, you embraced the challenge with enthusiasm and resolve. This was the culmination of your training, the result of your hard work, and you were prepared to demonstrate your worth.
With each passing day, your confidence in your abilities grew, and you found your rhythm within the team. Yet, while your focus remained on your duties, you gradually began to forge connections with those around you, as the staff and players greeted you with open arms, fostering a sense of camaraderie that made it easy to acclimate to your new surroundings. Your initial intention to maintain a professional distance slowly faded, and you somehow found yourself drawn into the team's social dynamics.
As time went on, laughter and friendly banter became commonplace during the long hours spent with your colleagues, and before you knew it, you were joining in with the playful teasing.
"Come on, Lou," you chuckled. "Who's the trickiest player?" you quipped.
"I can’t say..." Louis Rojas, the Head Strength and Conditioning Coach, chuckled in response. "But there are certainly a few who need a gentle nudge when it comes to the rehabilitation aspect of training..." he winked. "And I won't name names, but it seems like the longer they've been on the team, the more inflated their ego becomes."
It was all good-natured banter, naturally. From your perspective, each player had their own unique traits, but you understood why – this was the results of their lifelong dream, pursued with sacrifices of social life and late nights for early morning training sessions and weekend games.
And despite the jests, you felt like you were part of a close-knit family among your peers.
Whether it was the late nights after a defeat or the shared jubilation following a hard-fought victory, every experience drew you nearer to your team. And when a player sustained an injury, regardless of how minor, you felt the weight of responsibility, knowing you played a vital role in the team's support structure.
Even the players, initially unfamiliar with your reserved nature, began to open up to you as they became more acquainted. Despite any unintentional distance, they valued your commitment and professionalism, gradually extending their trust and respect.
And as you navigated through the highs and lows of the hockey beginning of the season alongside your newfound comrades, you couldn't help but sense a feeling of belonging – a realisation that, despite any initial hesitations, you were precisely where you were meant to be.
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“She shuts the room down The way she walks and causes a fuss The baddest in town She's flawless like some uncut ice I hope she's going home with me tonight”
As the months went by, more players gradually began to get to know your personality a bit better, noticing the subtle sparks you unintentionally ignited. And one player, in particular, found himself increasingly drawn to you.
William Nylander hadn't anticipated this turn of events, being entirely focused on his career and having his best season yet. However, as the young Swedish forward observed you carrying out your duties with quiet resolve, he couldn't ignore the growing sense of curiosity that stirred within him. Unlike the typical women he encountered in the hockey world, you possessed a unique charm and allure that captured his attention from the outset.
Your appearance defied convention, blending elements of femininity with a distinctive streetwear tomboy aesthetic. Your slender yet athletic figure, accentuated by your hourglass figure, toned legs, and shapely posterior, intrigued him in a way he hadn't expected.
Your long, untamed curls flowed down your back, framing your face in a halo of natural beauty. And though you opted for minimal makeup, your natural radiance shone through, with thick, dark eyelashes framing your captivating eyes and rosy lips that seemed to beckon him. Yet, it wasn't solely your physical attributes that intrigued him – it was your confident and graceful demeanour, your unapologetic embrace of your individuality.
To William, you represented a refreshing departure from the predictable stereotypes usually found in the hockey world. He found himself drawn to your authenticity, your refusal to conform to societal norms. And as he observed you navigate the challenges of your role with quiet determination, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was far more to you than met the eye.
Yet, amidst his desirable interest, he couldn't help but think of how you might respond to his actions and thoughts. Would you reciprocate his attention, or would you maintain your professional composure, unaware of the impact you had on those around you?
Only time held the answer, but one thing was clear—William was determined to find out. And one day, he resolved to take action and initiate a conversation.
"Hey there, I'm Willy," he introduced himself, flashing his trademark smirk as he encountered you in the physio room shortly after a session where the performance team had discussed nutritious foods and home recipe ideas.
And as you tidied up the materials from the presentation, a soft chuckle escaped you. "Yes, I'm aware," you replied with a gentle smile.
"You are?" he inquired, a small hint of surprise in his tone.
"Well, of course," you chuckled once more, a mischievous glimmer in your eye as you neatly arranged the papers. "It's part of my job - I'm familiar with all of you, including your current physical condition and medical histories."
William couldn't contain his amusement at your response, his smirk broadening as he let out a soft chuckle. It wasn't often that someone managed to catch him off guard, but there was something about your effortless confidence that intrigued him.
"Ah, so you've been doing your homework on me, eh?" he teased, leaning casually against the nearby equipment rack with a playful glint in his eye.
"You could say that," you retorted with a grin, a touch of mischief flickering in your gaze. "But don't worry, your secrets are safe with me."
William smiled, a sense of warmth enveloping him at your relaxed banter. "Well, in that case, I hope it's all just good stuff," he quipped, flashing you a charming smile, his eyes gleaming with genuine interest.
"Oh, absolutely," you replied, feigning innocence. "Only the finest gossip about your impeccable physique and stellar health habits."
William laughed, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "Well, I'm relieved to hear I've made such an impression," he joked, his smirk widening as he leaned in a little closer, a newfound sense of connection sparking between you.
And as the conversation flowed, the playful banter between you and William felt effortless, each exchange infused with light-hearted humour and genuine warmth. Despite starting off as acquaintances, it was evident that this spontaneous encounter held the promise of something more, leaving a sense of anticipation lingering in the air like a whisper of exciting possibilities.
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As the first few months progressed, William couldn't help but notice the subtle shifts in dynamics whenever you were present. He observed how other players' demeanours changed, becoming more animated and flirtatious when you entered the room. And despite your apparent obliviousness to their advances, William couldn't shake the twinge of jealousy gnawing at him.
As it was, your responsibilities extended beyond mere observation and monitoring of the players' physical and mental well-being; at times, you were also required to engage with them physically. Whether it involved carrying out a soft massage to their legs or backs, aiding with stretches, or similar activities with the purpose of facilitating their recovery, ensuring the were swiftly back on their feet was part of your role.
And truth be told, when a young, attractive woman like yourself interacted closely with young men, some of whom were not in committed relationships, their minds often wandered. And consequently, comments occasionally slipped out, their mouths moving faster than their rational thoughts.
"You know, you can press harder, I can handle it."
"We could continue this session later, when it's more private."
"Your touch is amazing – it's really doing wonders... anything else you're good at?"
To you, these remarks seemed harmless, playful, and merely part of the camaraderie. You were accustomed to the tone, unaffected by it, and accepted it as part of the team dynamic, which was likely why the management allowed you to work in such close proximity to the players.
However, for William, these comments carried a weightier significance.
For some time now, William had been trying to forge a closer connection with you, seizing any opportunity to get to know you better amidst the limited time available. Yet, despite his efforts, you simply remained a staff member while he was a hockey player under your care. And he wasn't the only one deserving of your attention. Your professional interest extended to all the players, regardless of their role on the team, and it appeared that some others were making rather direct attempts at flirting.
A part of him had hoped for more time to cultivate a deeper bond with you before making a move. However, with each passing day, he felt the pressure mounting as he observed other players finding excuses to engage with you.
Despite his typically relaxed demeanour, the young Swede found himself torn between maintaining his composure and the urge to stake his claim before someone else did. It was an unfamiliar sensation; one he hadn't felt before. Usually, it would be the women vying for his attention. But you were different. You exuded nothing but a sense of calm, confidence, and independence that simply captivated him.
And as he deliberated his options, William realised that he needed to take action, to seize the moment before it slipped away.
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"And now I walk around without a care She's got me hooked It just ain't fair, but I... I'm love stoned and I could swear That she knows"
Fortunately for William, an opportunity presented itself one evening, and he was determined not to let it slip by. It was a typical Wednesday training session, with a match scheduled for the following day, and during the ice time, he inadvertently made a small movement, aggravating his existing back injury.
While not severe, the coaching staff still insisted on him being checked before the upcoming game. And luckily, you were still at the facilities, having just finished up a report when he entered the medical treatment room.
"Hey y/n," he greeted softly, walking with a slight crook in his step, the pain from his lower back evident.
"Hey William, what's up?" you asked, noticing his discomfort. "Is everything okay?" you inquired, concern evident in your voice.
"Just call me Willy," he smiled. "But um... yeah, I sort of did something... I mean... Kniesy tackled me, and now I can feel it in my back..." he explained with a light chuckle.
"Well, how about you undress a bit, and then we can take a closer look at it?" you suggested with a sweet smile, to which he simply nodded.
"Usually, I take the girls out before they ask me to strip," he cheekily remarked as he began to undress before you.
Raising a brow, you flashed him a grin and a questioning look. "Do you really?"
This was the type of banter that most of the players appreciated about you. You weren't afraid to push boundaries and test their comfort zones.
"Maybe not," William admitted with a chuckle as he stood in front of you, only the physio table separating you, in nothing but his short shorts before you directed him to lie face down.
"Well, at least you admit it," you replied softly, surprising yourself by engaging in a more personal conversation than usual. "Most guys just act like they couldn't care less."
William was slightly taken aback by your candidness. While you'd shared conversations where you got to know each other better, you hadn't delved into deeper opinions before.
"Why wouldn't I care?" William smiled as he shifted his head to the side, meeting your gaze as you stood beside the table. "I mean, she's still a person, right?"
"I don't know, I'm just saying what most guys do," you replied.
"Well, maybe I'm not like most guys," William retorted, his wink adding to his cheekiness.
His comment took you by surprise, causing you to pause for a moment. Though you hadn't exactly considered any of the players as close friends or thought about them in a romantic way, there was something about this Swede that suddenly had you reconsidering.
Was he flirting with you?
No, you dismissed the thought. You were definitely not his type, or any of the players for that matter. After all, you were just there to help maintain their health so they could perform at their best.
Yet, as you thought about it, you couldn't deny that most of the players were indeed attractive. And given that you'd seen most of them in various stages of undress, you knew what they looked like from head to toe.
And you probably couldn't deny the allure of the players. Each had their own charm – some were sweet and kind, while others were more playful and cheekier. Yet, none of them displayed any meanness or cruelty. Even Reaves, who often projected a rough and tough exterior, revealed a tender side when speaking about his family. In fact, most of the players with families exhibited a similar dichotomy. Despite their tough demeanour on the ice, they were remarkably different behind the scenes.
Then there were the younger players, some single, some in relationships, all equally playful and lacking a certain level of maturity. However, you found their antics amusing and entertaining. Perhaps only Woll, the sweetheart of the team, was less inclined towards playful banter, but lively, nonetheless.
And despite your bit of familiarity with these players on a personal level by now, they remained nothing more than the team you were tasked with caring for and supporting as needed.
So, pushing aside any lingering thoughts, you focused your attention on the player's bare back, beginning to apply pressure to his tender muscles to locate the sore spot.
"How's this?" you inquired in your professional tone.
"It's good, but maybe you need to go a bit lower... that's where the pain is worst," William responded, the cheekiness in his voice fading as he sensed your seriousness.
And as you continued to massage his back, applying pressure to different muscle groups before focusing on his lower back, a few minutes passed.
"Here?" you asked, indicating the area.
William nodded lightly, then hesitated, feeling a twinge of awkwardness as he tried to pinpoint the exact location of his discomfort.
"Uh, yes, but..." he cleared his throat. "Maybe even lower..."
You sensed his slight nervousness, understanding what he was hinting at. Yet, you remained professional, knowing exactly how to address his injury and provide appropriate care.
"Willy, are you referring to your sciatic area?" you asked.
"What's that?" he chuckled.
"Well, it's one of the largest nerves in the body, extending from your lower back down each leg," you explained, smiling even though he couldn't see it.
"Oh, so, uh..." he trailed off, unsure how to ask, and you couldn't help but chuckle lightly, maintaining your professional demeanour.
“It means I'll have to massage your glute - as in your bum. It's one of the largest muscles where the nerve runs behind, but it seems like yours is cramping a little, pressing onto the nerve, which causes the pain."
William understood your explanation, and a smirk crossed his face as he imagined your perspective on his ass at that moment.
"Well, I suppose there's nothing else to do but for you to go ahead," he chuckled lightly.
Sensing his slightly cheeky demeanour once again, you aimed to bring the situation back to a professional tone.
"Willy, it's nothing sensual. And believe me, it's probably a lot more painful than pleasant," you reassured him.
"I think I can handle it," he replied with a cocky smile.
"We'll see about that."
And with his understanding, you went ahead and placed your elbow onto his cheek and started to circle it in order to loosen up the cramp muscle.
“Shit!” William exclaimed as he suddenly felt the pain course through his body.
One thing in particular that you’d become known for amongst the players, was that you were rather strong compared to your size. And you didn’t hold back when you knew that their injuries required force. 
“Told you it wasn’t pleasant.” You grinned softly, as you continued to massage his cheek. 
And as more minutes went by, William’s deep grunts only grew more incoherent and out of breath. He was nothing but sore, yet as you released your arm from his body, he felt a newfound release washing over him. As if your massage had healing powers, the pain slowly faded into nothing, and he didn’t feel the twinge in his lower back any longer. 
“Fuck…” he let out a deep sigh as he caught his breath.
“Need a minute, Nylander?” you mocked playfully and flashed him a grin as your eyes met with his.
“Maybe…” he softly admitted, still a little numb from the intense feeling you had caused him. 
“That’s good, that means it’s working.” 
You turned around to remove your latex gloves, and as your turned back, William slowly rose and turned to his side to face you, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him. Despite the discomfort of the massage, he recognised its necessity and appreciated your expertise.
"Thanks, y/n," he said sincerely, meeting your gaze as you turned back to face him.
"You're welcome, Willy," you replied with a warm smile, appreciating his gratitude.
A moment of silence followed as you both remained still, and the tension of the massage easing away. Then, suddenly, William's expression softened, and he cleared his throat, as if preparing to speak.
"Listen, y/n, I... uh... I just wanted to ask..." he trailed off, his cheeks colouring slightly.
You raised an eyebrow, curious about what he was trying to express. "Yes?" you prompted gently.
But before William could continue, the door to the physio room swung open, and one of the team trainers entered, interrupting the moment.
"Hey, William, everything okay? I heard you were having some trouble with your back," Dean inquired, concern evident in his voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine now, thanks to y/n," William replied, shooting you a grateful look.
Dean nodded, then turned to you with a smile. "Thanks for taking care of him, y/n. We appreciate it." 
You nodded in acknowledgment, though you couldn't hide the slight disappointment you felt at the interruption, before he swiftly left the room again. However, William's reassuring smile lifted your spirits, sparking a sense of excitement within you. Perhaps there was more to his earlier words than you had initially thought.
And as William watched you, a surge of determination coursed through him. This was his moment, his opportunity to finally express what had been on his mind for so long. So, with a deep breath, he pushed himself up to sit, his gaze unwavering as he met yours. The lingering soreness in his back served as a reminder of your expertise and the connection they shared.
"So, this is it?" he asked, his voice soft yet filled with anticipation, a hint of vulnerability peeking through his confident facade.
"Well, for now," you replied with a smile. "But we'll need to keep an eye on you to ensure it doesn't happen again like that. Cramps like these often come back." You found yourself unintentionally delving into the details of the injury, your passion for health and well-being shining through. "And, um... it's good to have someone who understands the injury to provide follow-up care," you concluded, realising you had been speaking more than intended. "Sorry, I'm rambling," you added with a sincere smile.
But William simply chuckled softly, finding your passion endearing as you spoke about the injury. He couldn't tear his gaze away from you, captivated by both your expertise and your beauty. 
"Anyway, we should probably get back," you suggested softly, your friendly smile causing a flutter in William's heart. 
But he didn't want this moment to end, not yet. Summoning his usual confidence, William spoke before he could second-guess himself. "Y/n, do you want to go out with me?" he asked, the words tumbling out faster than he could skate.
You didn't quite catch his words over the echoing noise of the hallways. "Pardon?" you asked, turning to face him, curiosity flickering in your eyes.
Taking a deep breath, William tried again. "I mean, since you've already massaged my ass... I was just thinking... maybe you want to go out with me... sometime?"
His question caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily stunned. Frozen in your position, you struggled to process the unexpected turn of events.
“Willy…” you started, unsure of how to respond. Could you go out with him, a player for the team you worked for? Had you overlooked any contractual restrictions regarding such situations?
Truth be told, you hadn't paid much attention to those details before, as they didn't seem relevant at the time. Yet here you were, faced with an unexpected situation.
As you hesitated, William sensed your uncertainty, a twinge of fear for rejection creeping into his mind. Had he overstepped the boundaries? Perhaps he had misread the signals or been too presumptuous. Chiding himself internally, he realised that charming you and engaging in physical contact were not enough to win your affections. You were different, and he needed to find a way to impress you.
"I mean," he interjected, attempting to ease the tension he had created. "I just know that, uhm, some of the other guys were, you know, thinking about asking you the same... so," he sighed, "Just thought I'd try and beat them to it," he added with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.
Your confusion deepened at his explanation, feeling overwhelmed by the revelation. "Oh... wait, what?" you exclaimed, your mind racing at the thought of other players potentially having similar intentions.
You were baffled. Did the players talk about you when you weren’t there?
"You didn't know?" William looked at you, equally surprised, as his teammates hadn’t exactly been subtle in their flirting.
"Well, do I look like someone who knew?" you quipped, attempting to flash a crooked smile, causing William to simply let out a small laugh.
“Come on, they’ve all been flirting with you!” he chuckled.
“They have?”
“Yeah,” he smiled. “Well, now you know.”
You needed a moment to process it all. As you contemplated how to navigate this unexpected revelation, feeling unable to simply ignore it and return to your usual routine, you gazed at the Swede before you.
“But... why?”
Again, William laughed. “What do you mean why? Come on, y/n – you’re good-looking, funny, smart, and most of all, you don’t seem desperate or starstruck whenever you're around us,” he explained.
“Why would I be that?” you simply asked.
“Well, a lot of girls are, I mean, we’re hockey players,” William grinned confidently.
“Oh wow, please work on that self-confidence of yours,” you rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms. “Seriously, I don’t get why women would just throw themselves at your feet… you’re just… humans.”
“Well, they do,” William laughed again, his confident smirk still in place. “But I guess that’s just what we all like about you... that you don’t...”
“Hmm, I suppose I don’t,” you attempted a smile, still uncertain how to react to it all.
There was another moment of silence as the two of you simply stood before each other, your thoughts still swirling. However, as William hadn’t received a clear response, he let out a soft chuckle and decided to press on.
“So, do you?”
“Huh?” you blinked a few times, slowly returning to reality.
“Do you want to go out with me?” he chuckled once more. “Just for a coffee or something?”
He seemed genuinely serious about this, didn’t he? You thought. As you gazed into his deep ocean blue eyes, you couldn’t ignore the unexpected attraction you suddenly felt towards him. It might have been there for a while, but amidst your own musings, you hadn’t paid it much attention.
“Well, wouldn’t it be inappropriate?” you asked softly, still maintaining your professional demeanour despite the stirrings of emotion within you. But William simply shrugged in response.
“I don’t know… I mean, I guess in a way…” he let out a small sigh. “I just didn’t want to miss the chance, you know, in case you did want to…”
Once again, there was a lingering moment in the air. You couldn’t deny the temptation, given that you were, in fact, single, and had been missing a man’s touch ever since you’d focused so much on your internship. But a part of you felt like it would be wrong.
In a way, you worked for William. You couldn’t go out with him. What if it didn’t go well, and he’d hurt you or vice versa? Then it would just be awkward seeing each other every day. Or what if it went too well, but the management wouldn’t approve of it, and both of you would end up being hurt?
Your thoughts raced at a high speed, causing you to lightly gasp for air. Yet, your train of thoughts was interrupted by the door swinging open again and this time Lou entered.
“Oh hey,” he smiled. “You guys all done in here?”
“Yeah sorry, we just chatted,” William explained casually, as you remained frozen in position. “I better go.”
And as he left the room and Lou started to talk to you, you suddenly felt a wave of disappointment wash over you. Watching William leave with your indirect rejection of his proposal suddenly caused you to feel a sense of unease, perhaps making you realise that there was something more to it all.
Then as you realised you hadn’t heard a single word of what Lou had said, you excused yourself and hurriedly followed the Swedish player.
“Hey, Willy,” you called after him, causing him to halt and turn around. Trying to maintain your composure, you met him halfway and flashed him a sweet smile. “I suppose coffee wouldn’t be too bad,” you spoke softly, earning a smile from the taller player.
“Well then, I guess I’ll buy you a cup whenever there’s time,” he chuckled lightly, feeling a sense of relief.
“I’ll look forward to it,” you said with a soft smile, then turned around and forced yourself to refocus on work.
And as you walked away, William couldn’t help but bite his lip as he thought proudly about being the first to ask you out and your positive response. Finally, he could acknowledge all the emotions he’d been feeling for a while, and perhaps, just perhaps, you felt the same for him.
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BES Poetry Prompt
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I'll be posting prompt words every week or so for all those fans who have an interest in both Blue Eye Samurai and poetry...
My main interest is Japanese micropoetry like haiku, tanka, and haibun, but all poetry is welcome! Please note that the 5-7-5 syllable structure is NOT a requirement and is something of a myth (https://www.graceguts.com/essays/urban-myth-of-5-7-5). Even Japanese haikuists don't use it, unless they're writing in a very traditional style.
This week's prompt words are:
⚔️ mixed metal ⚔️
Leave your poem in the replies!
Resources:
How to write haiku: https://www.ahapoetry.com/Bare%20Bones/bbtoc%20intro.html
About tanka: https://www.graceguts.com/essays/what-is-tanka
About haibun: https://www.graceguts.com/haibun
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don-dake · 3 months
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One For the Archives
Was looking up some old videos of Gregory Charles Rivers (aka 河國榮) and just have to share/archive this one here too.
Because… he's being adorkable, his deep love for 廣東話 (Cantonese) and 中文 (written Chinese) is lovely to feel and see here, and (hopefully) he will/still can inspire and encourage Cantonese/Chinese learners now and in the future through a video like this, as he did for me.
When you remember he only started learning (Cantonese) in his 20s, in an era where there was no widespread Internet, and book resources for learning Cantonese were even more scarce and non-Standardised than today, it makes his achievements all the more impressive!
For anyone who thinks Cantonese/Chinese is impossible to learn well, Mr Rivers is proof that (barring disabilities like dyslexia, economic barriers, etc.) it can be done with the right attitude and often, just the willingness to put in the hard work!
n.b.: Video was first shared c. June 2023.
English Translation Under Cut Below
《說筆 》 🖋️
「嚟到香港三十幾年嘅我,睇中文字,完全冇問題!打字,都唔差嘅喎!我打過粵拼音都可以打到幾快下嘅。噉但係,寫字呢,heh heh…差啲呀!
寫字真係差啲。因為寫字呢,係需要練習。你唔練呢就唔記得點寫嘅,或者係寫得肉酸。
我記得中文字可以好靈嘅喎噉所以呢,我決定咗一定要練習寫字。噉,但係如果喺電話度呢,用手指去寫字我真係唔得嘅,我嘅手指太粗。Heh!
所以呢…我買咗呢枝筆!
『大家都學種菜好唔好?︶‿︶』
所以呢!以後喺電話度寫中文字嘅時候我都會堅持用枝筆去寫字,希望越寫越靚。
對寫中文字呢樣嘢失傳嘅話,大家都要 「說不」 !
「說筆」 …明…明…明唔明呀?「說不」,「一枝筆」,「說不」 又唔係 「筆字」 嘅 「筆」 …又係 「不」,不過又唔係 「筆」 …heh heh!
總之,大家都堅持寫字嘞!」
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《Talking (about) Pens》 🖋️
“As someone who's been here in Hong Kong for 30+ years, reading Chinese characters is absolutely no problem for me! Typing Chinese, not bad at it either! I typed pretty fast using Jyutping (Cantonese Romanisation) before. But, writing Chinese, heh heh…not so good!
My writing really is quite poor. Because with writing Chinese, one needs practice. If you don't practise you will forget how to write, or you will be writing illegibly.
I remember how wondrous written Chinese can be, therefore I've decided I must practise writing Chinese (by hand). But if I have to use my fingers to write on my (mobile) phone, I really can't do that, my fingers are too thick. Heh!
So that's why…I've bought this pen!
*gleefully whips out shiny new stylus pen*
『Let's all learn to plant (and grow) vegetables, how about that? ︶‿︶』
So! When writing Chinese on my phone from now on, I'll persist in using this pen to write and hope my writing will get better.
With regards to this thing called Losing the Ability to Write Chinese, everyone should “Say No”! “Talk Pens”…get…get…get it?
∴ “Say No”, “A Pen”, “Say No” but not “Pen” from “Writing Pen”, also “No”, but not “Pen”…heh heh!
Anyway, let's all persevere with writing (by hand)!”
∴ Mr Rivers was attempting a lame pun/joke (and failing badly 囧); “Talk Pens” and “Say No” are both pronounced syut³ bat¹ in Cantonese.
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I want to give Christmas gifts again this year. So if you want a "Christmas gift" of some sort, send me one of the following emojis and I’ll respond with said Christmas gift on Christmas.
🎄 A Christmas doodle.
🎁 A surprise of my choice.
🎀 A dress or flower doodle.
📜 A bit of story from one of my many WIPs. (You can specify a particular story if one interests you more than others.)
⛸️ A Christmas greeting written with a wide tip fountain pen.
🛷 A winter scene doodle.
🕯️I want to say a candle doodle or maybe a poem related to candles/Christmas lights or adjacent.
🖋️ Write a short piece with a provided prompt from you.
(I would be willing to do more than one if you want to send more than one.) I will accept these throughout November and until December 24.
Below is my list of WIPs with a brief description of what each one is.
Tales Of A Frozen Sailor; Jesse Hudson was a sailor on the Titanic. His life becomes a front page story after new details are discovered about his life.
The Hidden Royals; A crown prince and his wife have to go into hiding after his father is killed in a massacre. Only years later do they have the resources and a desperate motive to take back their kingdom.
The Shipwreck Story; A sailor and an heiress, end up shipwrecked on a deserted island. Once rescued their lives take a dramatic turn.
The Mysterious Mansion; A place that seems to trap all who enter. What is the mystery that shrouds this mansion.
The Selkie Story; A cross between Cinderella and The Little Mermaid mixed with Selkie lore.
The Rude and the Restless; A vague beauty and the beast retelling in the form of a soapy melodramatic tale.
The Scorn Prince; A prince in exile is forced to face those who exiled him.
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The Three Key Components of a Strong Thesis Statement
First things first, a strong thesis statement is like the backbone of your essay. It's what holds everything together and guides your readers through your argument. But what makes a thesis statement strong? Here are the three key components:
Clarity: Your thesis should clearly express your main point. Think of it as the North Star for your essay—bright, clear, and guiding everything you write. Avoid vague language; be specific!
Conciseness: A thesis statement should be concise and to the point. You don’t need to spill all the beans in one go. Keep it brief—one or two sentences that pack a punch!
Arguable: A strong thesis statement presents a viewpoint that can be debated. If everyone already agrees with it, there’s no point in writing an essay about it. Make sure your thesis opens the door for discussion and analysis.
Let’s put it all together with more examples to really drive the point home:
🚫 Weak Thesis: "Many people think climate change is bad."
✅ Strong Thesis: "Climate change, driven by human activities, poses the most significant threat to biodiversity in the 21st century and demands immediate global action."
Why It's Strong: This thesis is clear about what is causing climate change and what its impacts are. It's concise, providing a powerful statement in one sentence, and it's arguable, inviting debate about the extent and urgency of climate action.
Another example:
🚫 Weak Thesis: "Online education is becoming more popular."
✅ Strong Thesis: "Online education, though increasingly popular, fails to provide the same level of interaction and engagement as traditional classroom settings, impacting student learning outcomes."
Why It's Strong: This thesis specifies the potential downside of online education, making it clear and concise. It's also arguable because it presents a viewpoint that can be supported or contested with evidence.
One more for good measure:
🚫 Weak Thesis: "The internet is a useful tool."
✅ Strong Thesis: "While the internet offers vast information resources, its unregulated nature contributes to the spread of misinformation, posing significant challenges to public knowledge and decision-making."
Why It's Strong: This thesis clarifies the specific issue with the internet, is brief and to the point, and presents a debatable claim.
See the difference? The strong theses are clear, concise, and arguable. Now it’s your turn to craft a dazzling thesis statement!
True or False?
True or False: A thesis statement should be a general statement about your topic.
Think you’ve got it? Drop your answers in the comments and let’s see who’s mastering the art of thesis crafting! 🎨🖋️
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heartblobs · 1 year
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⊱ Mobile Navigation ⊰
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Hello there! Welcome to my simblr, comprised of a hopeless romantic telling stories of pixel people. Here is a little about me section.
I decided to create this for mobile users, so they can easily navigate my blog. I hope this helps!
📜 ୧ *·˚  ⏤ General Content Warnings /
Death, sex & sexual themes, gender, race, pregnancy, alcohol/drug use, religion, illness, war.
🖋️ ୧ *·˚  ⏤ Current Storylines /
ʚ Milbourne: A Prequel ɞ - about | from the beginning | most recent | extras | family tree / COMPLETED
ʚ The Baudelaire Legacy ɞ - about | from the beginning | most recent | extras | / DISCONTINUED.
ʚ The Mendoza Legacy ɞ - about | from the beginning | most recent | extras | family tree / ONGOING
☕ ୧ *·˚  ⏤ Miscellaneous /
resources | cc finds | casual gameplay | answered wcifs |  lookbooks | sim dumps | notices 
I am WCIF (Where Can I Find?) friendly! It might take me a few days to get back to your request but I will try my best to locate the items for you.
Although there is a general content warning for sex and sexual themes, I will never post anything outwardly sexual in content. Those type of posts can be found [here.] tba
Posting schedule: Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays at 11 am EST. Time zone reblogs at 7pm EST. Extras, lookbooks and other posts are whenever.
I reblog other simblr things on my blog from time to time as well. If would not like me to reblog, please let me know!
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creativealys · 9 months
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Perfect Curves in Design
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🎨 Mastering the Art of Perfect Curves in Design! 🖋️ Tired of those wonky swooshes? 🤔 Discover the ultimate technique in Adobe Illustrator to create flawless curved designs every time. 🚀
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hyperose-culture-is · 7 months
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Hyperose Ln’eta Reply Icons
[PT: Hyperose Ln’eta Reply Icons]
Personal but if others wanna use it feel free
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I (Kai) will personally be using these on just extra posts that aren’t related to just answering people’s “x culture is” asks.
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faearboretum · 11 months
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legacy / lepacy challenge. 🌷 started: 2022, completed: n/a.
generation one: university. 📚 
generation two: world adventures. 🗺️
generation three: supernatural. 🧛
generation four: nightlife. 🥂
generation five: ambitions. 🖋️
generation six: seasons. ☀️
generation seven: island paradise. 🌊
RESOURCES / CC / MISC. UNDER THE CUT.
resources / most used cc. 🌷
sim profiles. 🌷
cc finds. 🌷
sims 4. 🌷
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🖋️ 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 || 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 🖋️
You know how it runs in New York, don’t ya?
The politicians and the law got you thinking they’re the stars of the show but really? The major players ain’t so shiny. You got the four Families; Lombardi, Cacciatore, Jackson and Diaz. Ol’ Donatello Lombardi’s been sitting pretty for years as Kingpin. ‘Cept now, rumour is the king is about to fall and the throne’s gonna be up for grabs.
Everyone can feel the change coming. All those good old boys longing to make a difference are itching for the opportunity to take back control from the Bosses of New York. People are scared. The officials got no real power. The whole city’s like a powder keg just waiting for someone to throw the match.
There’s only one thing you can be certain of - in times of peace and in times of war, sinners never sleep.
Sinners Never Sleep is a literate crime/mafia roleplay set in an alternate New York City in the early to mid 1900s.
We offer:
A 21+ server, with characters aged 18+
A friendly, dedicated staff team
A welcoming and inclusive environment
Resources to become familiar with the world, create your character and craft engaging stories
Four crime families to be part of, each with their own structure, businesses and dynamics
Or choose to join law enforcement, or be an unaffiliated citizen
Opportunity to create your own player-run business
Both SFW and NSFW areas (with age verification)
Join the Family: https://discord.gg/nnE8p2fAuW
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amobilenotary · 2 days
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Step Into the Future of Publishing: Craft Your E-Book with Writingperfect 📚
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