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Build Up Episode 6, Part 2: Team Gruff N’Smooth vs Team Sweeties

Welcome back to the only recap series written by me that is about Build Up -- this one! In the previous post, we said goodbye to a beloved trio. In this post, we’ll cover the next round of the 3x3 De4th Match, in which Team Sweeties takes on Team Gruff’n’Smooth, and we’ll lose one of them. (Those are my names for these teams, but they’re good names.) Let’s face the music.

Dahee calls the next two teams up on stage.

Left to right: Inhyuk, Haram, Sunyoul

First up is Team Sweeties, which I’m tempted to rename Team Absorbant in view of their terrycloth blazers. In the previous round, Choi Haram and Hwang Inhyuk performed To My Youth and came in 4th place; new recruit Sunyoul performed End of a Day with Donghun, and lost.

Left to right: Taewoo, Neon, Sanghyun

Their challengers are team Gruff’N’Smooth. In the previous round, Lim Sanghyun and Taewoo performed Downpour (though it wasn’t really shown) and came in 6th place; new recruit Neon performed Hmm Cheat with Seunghun, and lost.

Sanghyun looks really different from he did the last time we saw him, I think because he parted his bangs in the middle and brushed them to either side. I think it actually looks pretty good. Neon is wearing a weird short sleeved cardigan over a long sleeved shirt and I don’t know. I just don’t know.

The guys backstage are all like, these are both good teams. And they’re right.

Sanghyun’s team introduces themselves by saying, “We’re TAEwoo, NE-on, and SANG-hyun. Tae-ne-ssance!”

They explain what that means but it doesn’t make any sense so that’s fine.

Haram’s team sings their intro, or tries to. It’s uncomfortable. Let’s skip over that. They call themselves “Three Tofu” because they’re not threatening, they’re soft -- hence the white clothes. Ok, I’ll give them that.

Backstage, Woong is commenting on everything that’s happening, and teammate Lee Minwook is like, You are doing a solo instagram live over here.

The judges ask Neon what it was like joining an established team, and he said they got along like really old friends. “Like a dog and a cat, we practiced bickering,” he says, and the editors do this.

Ok, I mean, sure.

Hmm… does this mean that maybe they didn’t get along well? Was Sanghyun too pushy about song selection? Let’s do a flashback…

They’re somewhere chatting, and they all have iced coffees with no milk, and it looks like they also have a tray with bagged snacks on it, like you’d see at an office.

Taewoo looks much nicer with his hair kind of normal than how he normally looks on stage with his hair kind of spiked, don’t you think? Also: s w e a t e r.

Neon, who isn’t looking super happy, says that he’d prefer to do a pop/r&b style song, which is his strength, and that he thinks the team could be successful in. Sanghyun pauses for a longish time and says, “But… I’m really bad at pop.” Taewoo says, “What about Korean R&B?” Sanghyun is like, “I’m not good at that either.”

I am not a big fan of it when someone is like “there’s only one thing I’m good at, and I’m not going to stretch myself to try new things.” Like, at least try????

Neon: “Isn’t there a song you want to try with us three?”

Sanghyun: “A ballad song.”

Neon: “Didn’t you do ballads for the first two rounds?”

Sanghyun: ….

Neon: “A ballad AGAIN?”

We get a flashback of Sanghyun choosing a duet partner primarily based on who would sing a ballad with him, and we hear Sanghyun whispering, “I can only do ballads. I can’t do R&B.” Well, then, maybe you’re not well-suited to be in a vocal group that will do a variety of styles!

Taewoo is obviously a little irritated -- maybe he didn’t *really* want to do Downpour for the second round. He says now, “If you close it to a certain genre, there’s not much that our team can do. If you go into it with that kind of mindset, the future seems closed off.”

Sanghyun tries to explain that it’s just because the other two are so good at R&B and he’s not confident, but Taewoo is not letting him off that easily. “Don’t you want to challenge yourself and try something new?” he asks. “I want to win like, 100 to 0. Neon and I are good at R&B. Hey, what’s with that facial expression? Mind how you look.”

I guess Taewoo is older than Sanghyun!

Neon interviews that he’s worried. Me too, Neon. Me too.

They try out singing Hopeless Romantic, which you might remember from Queendom Puzzle and which has lived on my playlist for months. I know, I know, I said I don’t like ballads but Lee Suhyun from AKMU has my favorite voice on the planet. But Sanghyun is like, no, not that song, because.... reasons??? I don’t understand why Sanghyun couldn’t at least try Hopeless Romantic since it’s basically a ballad…????? But nope.

Then they try Bambi by Baekhyun, which Sanghyun also rejects.

Finally they try a ballad called Forest by Choi Yuree, which was the only song that Sanghyun would agree to do. Look, the song is very pretty, if you like that kind of thing. But it’s just a bit boring. It’d be nice to have on in the background while you chat with a friend over a glass of wine or coffee. But it’s not going to win a death match, in my opinion.

It’s a strange song, though, if you read the lyrics.

I want to become that forest over there Will you climb up the small hill And look at me? Even if it's just a small corner of my heart…. I want to become that forest over there Even if my clothеs get soaked in tears Oh, did I mеntion it was the sea? Then can I throw away all my tears?

I don’t know, it gives me….

IYKYK

I don’t think Taewoo or Neon is happy about it, but they agree to do Forest. Taewoo explains, essentially, that they needed to work together so they decided to do a ballad.

I just think they should have been like, “Sorry, dude, but majority rules. We’re doing Hopeless Romantic, and if you don’t want to do it, you can quit the show.”

It's just such a bummer. Sanghyun has decided to drag them to the ground by keeping Neon and Taewoo from doing what they do best. It’s a bummer, because Neon has one of my favorite voices on the show and I feel like this means we’re going to lose him. At the very least, we’re not going to see him do what he does best.

They’re rehearsing together, practicing important things, like keeping your eyes completely closed while you perform, that kind of thing.

Sanghyun interviews that he thinks the song is great, though he’s not sure what Taewoo and Neon think. I think you are sure, my guy. I think you are sure and you just sort of don’t want to think about it. He says they’re going to do a different version of the song than the original, and he feels confident to have Taewoo and Neon with him, that they can’t lose. Yes, but dude, you clipped their wings. You clipped their wings and then expected them to fly you to safety.

As the guys take their positions on stage, the judges talk about how all three of the guys are great singers, but that they’re not sure that the team will be harmonious. VCG says that Sanghyun will do well but he’s not sure about the other two. Interesting.

The performance begins.

Full version without reactions.

My thoughts:

Oof.

Oooof.

This… wasn’t good.

Taewoo’s voice doesn’t match this song at all. This song requires soft, smooth singing, and his voice is rough and extremely textured. His high notes sound… not great. He also is a little… I don’t know, I guess I’ll call it “pitch optional.” I think he can keep exactly to the pitch if he wants to, but I think he sort of lets the exact pitch wander away a little from what it “should be” in the name of…. IDK, jazz?? I don’t totally understand Taewoo, and I’m kind of sad that this song makes it impossible for me to gain insight into him. He would have been so good at Hopeless Romantic, but this song is a complete mismatch. It’s like putting ketchup on ice cream. Makes two good things into one bad thing. It’s hard to listen to. I was never Taewoo’s number one fan, but I hope he puts out a version of Hopeless Romantic on Youtube or something -- I’d check it out for sure.

I still love Neon’s voice. It’s so gorgeous. Not nasal at all, it's so clean, but soft and textured and pretty, no matter what he’s singing. I wish I could say more about it, but honestly I feel like listening to him sing is all you need. You get it, right? This is pretty? Ok, cool. We’re cool. Also, you look nice today. Yes, you!

It’s a little difficult for me to evaluate Sanghyun fairly because I’m so irritated at him. He does gruff-soft-ballad voice well. I guess he sounds good? I don’t know, I’m too irritated. Sorry.

Oh boy, the harmonies don’t work. It’s like olives, vanilla ice cream, and ketchup. I actively don’t want to listen to this performance again. Did they record themselves singing and listen to it back? I’m kind of shocked at how unsuccessful this is.

In the MNET version, we see Solar and Baekho reacting delightedly at Neon’s beautiful voice right at the beginning. There are some appreciative nods at Taewoo. It’s hard to know what some of the other looks mean. The judges are giving it a shot; Wendy has her eyes closed and is swaying.

But when the guys get to the harmonies, the judges look more concerned.

“I am a busy lady. I have a solo comeback to prepare for. I have still-healing fractures all up and down my right side. My agency is imploding and my sunbaes are all leaving. I have shit to do and the planet is on fire and my left shoulder is cold and my extensions itch and I HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS???” -- Wendy, probably.

“I wish I were hosting Make Handsome: Change! My Man right now.” - Solar, probably

Listening to it for a third time, I get more what they’re going for. Taewoo and Neon going deliberately off the beat and sort of ad-libbing around each other is supposed to give it an R&B feeling. But you can’t add an R&B feeling to this song just by ad libbing a lot. It’s like putting nutritional yeast on celery and calling it popcorn. Are you sick of my food metaphors? It's kind of my only way of explaining what is going on here.

Toward the end, Eunkwang pulls the face that I had to use as the image at the top of the post.

When they’re done, Jaehwan just… can’t.

VCG applauds a little, and the others join in, but it’s not enthusiastic.

I think the guys know it didn’t go exactly great, either.

The judges mutter to each other -- “this was an unfortunate accident” -- “something’s wrong here, right?” -- “this is discord” -- “they had a fight.”

Eunkwang says exactly what I was thinking: “The vocal styles that you three are aiming for are definitely different….. It felt like the three of you were walking separately. To be honest, it felt like the other two joined Sanghyun’s ballad. That’s why you don’t feel like a team -- you feel like three great solo artists collaborating on a stage.”

Backstage, we see Bain’s team discussing how important it is that you do well as a team. Did they just go back there to the green room after their loss? I mean, where else would they go…? I guess I just sort of thought they’d leave. Maybe all the win/loss announcements happened at the very end, after all the performances.

VCG says that the song is “saying that ‘I’ll become the forest over there’ and let our imaginations take over the remaining space. But these guys, they made a forest and told us to come in. There’s too much style involved. All you have to do is just throw it. I’m hearing ‘I’m going to be good’ too much. Actually, listening to the end was difficult for me. I hope that through this performance, you learn that it isn’t always best to show all your emotions.”

Ok, I typed all that up rather than summarize it because I am flummoxed as to its meaning. Let me try to interpret it…?? I think maybe he means, “The original meaning of this song is a bit open-ended; it’s up to the listener to decide what it means when the speaker says she wants to become the forest. But in this performance, the emotions came through too much, and there was so much stylistic intrusion that all the nuance was lost and we were shoved into the sad forest. You could have just sung it simply, just let the song shine through. You weren’t really performing the song -- you were just showing off how sad you could sound when you sang.” Maybe…? I don’t know, team. If you have a better idea of what he meant, let me know.

Anyway, that didn’t go so well for Team Gruff N Smooth, did it?

Let’s check in with Team Sweeties.

They come out on stage -- backstage, Inhyuk’s biggest fan Park Jihoo is like “Inhyuk, kaja!!!” -- and they say kind things about the first team, which, I mean, they are Team Sweeties. Eunkwang and Wendy notice that Inhyuk and Sunyoul’s speaking voices sound a little hoarse, and the judges ask about it. Haram reassures the judging panel -- a little too strongly -- that they’re fine.

Eunkwang, consulting the notes, tells us why they’re so hoarse: they had to rehearse a lot at the last minute because they changed songs only a few days before the performance!

We head into a flashback.

The guys are hanging out in their winter coats inside, as you do, and they already look like a boy group, don’t they? They want to avoid doing a ballad, and decide to do Piano Man by Mamamoo. It’s jazzy, it’s fun, and it’s appropriate for a group with Haram in it. Seems like a great choice!

We see some of their rehearsals…

Choreography!

I don't know, I think it sounds great.

But apparently, the “staff” (who we never see or hear from) say that there’s something wrong with the rhythm…? It’s unclear. The song is too difficult, I guess.

So, they have to have a cozy s w e a t e r and iced coffee meeting. Please, guys, invite me to the next one! And also stop drinking cold drinks; it's bad for your throat! Warm drinks only!!

They decide that they have only two choices: try to fix Piano Man, or choose a new song. They have a slightly tense discussion, but it still never feels as tense as things got with the other team. Inhyuk seems to want to change songs, Sunyoul really wants to stay with the same one, and Haram seems to see value in both sides.

Sunyoul needs to go think in the bathroom, and when he comes back, he says that they can change songs and just work like crazy to figure it out. As if to emphasize what a headache this all is, then the poor guy bumps his noggin on the wall.

I think it’s a good sign, right?

Sunyoul says he agreed to change songs because he trusted his teammates’ perspective. Throughout the discussion, you really do get a feeling like they trust and like each other and are working as a team.

They decide on a ballad after all, specifically Drawing Our Moments by Taeyeon from January of 2020. It’s a sweet, light love song, so even if it’s a “ballad," at least it's not a bittersweet reckoning of the inevitability of misery, you know? And that's a nice change from the other ballads we’ve heard so far on this show. It also has some power and vim and vigor and a few interesting chord progressions.

Sample lyrics:

Like everything’s been emptied, In my white heart I tried drawing you What I was met with was more brilliant than the morning The path placed in front of us, even when it looks dark The color that’s like you, when it spreads to me The light I saw in my dream that contained heaven I try drawing you

I’m not adding it to my playlist at the moment but it’s okay by me. Still, I'm worried...

They’re running their voices raw. It doesn’t seem like a good idea to practice so much.

It's performance day. As the guys prepare to sing, Wendy -- Taeyeon’s labelmate -- says the song is difficult because the first verse and the second verse have totally different vibes. I listened to the original song again after hearing her say that and I don’t totally get what she means, but I guess she knows what she’s talking about.

The performance begins.

LTR: Inhuyk, Haram, Sunyoul

Full version without reactions.

My thoughts:

Overall, pretty good, but it could have been better. I could imagine this being a really lovely performance, in fact, if they hadn’t been dumb-dumb-heads who sang their throats hoarse, and then drank a bunch of cold drinks like dumb-dumb-heads. Sigh.

The arrangement is excellent, I mean truly excellent, with some cool harmonies that weren’t there in the original. I like all three of their voices (well, I have issues with Inhyuk’s, sometimes, but I could see it working here) and they mostly did a good job. But especially in the beginning, when they were trying to sing softly, you could hear the hoarseness. Sunyoul’s voice can’t quite sustain a few of the longer notes. Haram can’t quite hit some of the low notes at all, and his falsetto sounds unsure and unsupported. Also, toward the end, at about 3:47 in the Youtube version, Inhyuk’s voice falters just that tiny bit. I'm not sure if the judges will pick up on it.

Also, given that this is a song about being happily in love, it’d be nice if they smiled more.

On the positive end, from about 1:33 on, it starts to get much better. Sunyoul uses his chest voice to sing those high notes that Haram needed falsetto to hit, and then they head into that second verse with more power, adding in the harmonies. Really, from there on the song mostly sounds pretty great.

I especially loved their harmonies in that weird bridge. Good stuff. They sound like a team.

Actually, after hearing this a few times, I’m liking it more and more. I like their version much better than the original -- their harmonies add a lot to the song. I also love the end. Just a really good arrangement. I bet Haram had a lot to do with it.

If this were a real vocal trio and they sang songs I liked, I’d listen to them for sure. As long as they rest their voices, of course!

In the MNET edit, it looks like the judges like their singing at the beginning, even in the parts that I thought sounded a little shaky, so that’s good. We do get a concerned Eunkwang face at Haram’s shaky falsetto, but that’s fair, and then Eunkwang looks very happy with Sunyoul’s high notes. Overall the judges look happy throughout. I mean, I think. It’s hard to tell sometimes.

Wendy is smiling a little strangely but I think it’s because she recently got lip fillers and they haven’t settled in yet. I hope I don’t sound snarky when I say that. I get it, it’s part of her job to keep up with aesthetic standards, and I'm not mocking her. I just think it throws off her smile a tiny bit for now. Hope they settle down soon.

When the guys are done singing, the judges applaud. Wendy turns to Eunkwang and says, “They must have practiced a lot.” I’m not sure if she means that as a compliment (they did well!) or a criticism (they have hoarse voices!). Eunkwang says something about their “murky” voices, so I guess I know where he landed.

The guys in the green room think it was beautiful, and I do too.

The judges say…

Eunkwang says he finally gets what Sunyoul can do, like, he *gets* Sunyoul. He admits that yes, Sunyoul’s vocal condition led to some unstable parts but somehow it all worked.

Wendy praises Inhyuk’s emotional intensity.

Jaehwan says exactly what I thought: that the beginning was unstable overall, but it got better as it went along and the end was the best part.

Eunkwang says that Haram’s rhythm was a little off kilter. It kind of makes sense, since Haram is a concert pianist who is used to performing by himself and setting his own rhythm.

It's time to declare a winner.

The judges say they aren’t sure which team to vote for -- the team with better individual singers (the first team, apparently) or the team with better teamwork (the second team)?

Backstage, it does seem that more of the guys think that Sunyouls’ team will win… and they’re right.

Only one judge votes for Neon’s team and the rest vote for Sunyoul’s. Want to guess who the one dissenting vote is?

Come on, guess.

Blue is Sunyoul’s team. Naturally, it’s Jaehwan going against the crowd.

I love the look on Sunyoul’s face here. I’m glad that we get to keep Team Sweeties; they’re sweeties and they did a good job, even if their voices were slightly hoarse. Sunyoul promises to keep trying their best, and Haram sweetly tells the other team that they also did a good job and that he loves them.

I feel awful for the other team.

But Neon says they worked hard and have no regrets. “Thanks for the great experience,” he says, and Sanghun agrees.

The judges lament that we lost such great singers.

And that brings us to the end of this round!

I am really sorry to see Neon go.

But… you guys, I found a really mysterious song: Make a Wish by Neon. It’s definitely him. It has 78 views at the moment, and it’s on a page that doesn’t have any content. I know, that doesn’t make sense. How can it have no content and also have a video? I DON’T KNOW. Anyway, the song is really cool and I like it a lot. It’s kind of trip hoppy feeling, like ambient but with a bit of R&B feeling to it. So check it out if that sounds like something you’d like.

I found it by finding this: Neon’s page on a wiki somewhere. It’s in Korean but if you use Chrome it’ll translate it for you.

Ok anyway! That is the end of this post. Thanks for sticking with me. I’m off and don’t have to travel this week so hopefully I’ll catch up a bit. I mean, it’d be nice to be fully done with episode 6 before Episode 8 comes out, at least.

Alright, I’ll see you in the next one!

#mnet build up #bpr recaps build up #build up mnet #build up #up10tion

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gwenresourced · 2 years

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A longish way about doing a blurred motion gif. This whole thing can be tweaked and you can add more layers or adjust how much blurring you are doing to each frame as well. Whatever you really want to do. If this helps you at all please like / reblog.

Lay down twelve duplicate files. I planned a switch in the images between 6 and 7 so after I laid down 6 there is suddenly a new image for 7-12. Now unclick every layer but LAYER 1. Make sure to select layer one.

Now go to FILTER > MOTION BLUR and then I used these settings. I then clicked okay.

I clicked on layer 2 now and I went to FILTER > LAST FILTER. Click that once

So you are going to click LAST FILTER again. So what you are going to do is for layer three you are going to click last filter three times. For layer four you are going to click last filter four times and so on until you have gotten to layer six which you will have clicked that button six times.

So onto layer seven. You are going to want to go backwards. Instead of doing it seven times I’m going to go click last filter a total of six times.

So on layer 8 I will hit last filter a total of five times. Keep doing this going back to down to only hitting that button twice. Your last layer should be number one and that for me is where I just don’t hit last filter.

So the the whole thing is done by hand and it is a pain but in the end you will have a blurred motion gif. Now onto actually renaming your gif set.

_a_frm0,100 is going to be the name of your background layer. I’m going to explain now what you are going to be changing now for each layer.

When you change the names of each layer you are going to be changing this. So the next layer that is right now layer one will be _a_frm1,100 and so on.

I renamed every single layer in this style. It is a lot of tiresome work but in the end the results should be good and worth it.

Add your coloring on top of your layers. Resize this. Add some text if you want or even some pretty textures and don’t rename any of those.

So the whole thing will be a little fast when you go to save it for the web. Change the speed.

Now you can always go in and add more layers to your gif or something to slow it down or whatever you are wanting just I’m not going to get into it all right now as this is to show the basics of a blurred motion gif.

#MINE : photopea tutorial .#MINE : all resources .

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thessalian · 1 year

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Thess vs Resentment

Bed soon, but first, quick commentary.

I think I mentioned that I had to be commuting into work on Tuesday and Wednesday, because Scruffman was on annual leave. I said I’d email him to check in today. I technically didn’t have to because he’d sent me like three separate emails asking for reports that he’d apparently been sitting on since my annual leave last week, so like fuck does he ever ask anyone else to do those (he insisted that he asked others to send out reports when I was unavailable but one of those emails was dated 6th February so fuck that). But I did anyway, in a separate email, after I was done sending the reports and shouting “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?” at the walls. The nice thing was that his reply was thanking me for making the effort to come in and underlining our “You only have to come in if we really need a warm body in the office” agreement. Which is nice because I don’t like the commuting. It hurts. And I swear to whatever fucking god you like that if I have to do it two days in a row? I’m going to quietly murder someone.

Anyway, today wasn’t a great day because Temp was on her bullshit again. I mean, seriously on her bullshit. Once I’d finally sent like twenty reports to people, I looked at the typing queue and what do you know? A whole bunch of long-ass bits of typing from the most annoying people to type for, and a list of timestamps making it very obvious that Temp picked and chose the shorter things to type while leaving me with the long complicated bullshit. But of course I took them because they were basically right there, all at the head of the queue, and just loaded up my personal queue with those and a whole bunch of other mid-length or short ones that followed the long bullshit chronologically. And when I finally finished up with that and went to pick some more stuff out of the queue? Same thing - four bits of typing in the 6-7 minute range, a couple of 3 minute ones, and a 14 minute long monstrosity from the really aggravating guy I’d already typed two long and bullshitty documents for that day. (He’s a nice guy, don’t get me wrong. Just he has this thing about jumping around in the dictation doing the short dictations first which is fine for him but ends up with me having to switch spots on the document and it throws off my rhythm, plus he makes things longer than they need to be just in general.) So I took the first six and left the 14 minute monstrosity behind - I was doing enough long ones and I was not eating the rest of the afternoon with that just because Temp couldn’t be bothered. Thankfully it was gone by the time I went back to pick up more typing, so that was a bonus. Thing is, when I went to pick up a last couple of bits of typing about fifteen minutes before close of play? She’d done it again. Thankfully no more 14 minute monstrosities, but by this point, given that she’d been doing it all damn day? I was done. I took one longish one and the outstanding urgent reports and left her with the rest of it, citing “I don’t have time for your bullshit right now”. I mean, come on. I’m still in significant pain from the whole deal of having to commute to work two days in a row when my buses have been crammed with uni students and tourists (yeah, both of them; I have no idea). I do my share of the long shit, but I resent the fuck out of having to do hers as well.

I just resent the fuck out of this. She takes advantage of the fact that I will do exactly what I was asked to do - take things in chronological order unless there’s a really good reason, like “This is an urgent bit of typing”, or “It’s not marked as urgent but I’m being told they want it right the fuck now”, or even “I’m leaving in fifteen minutes and the longer ones always take longer than the actual time stamp says”. She’s been talked to about this at least twice; all I ever get is “Don’t stress about it”. Easy for her to say; it’s to her benefit if I don’t. And Scruffman doesn’t have time to keep track of that. It’s a nightmare and I’m fed up. I should not be in a war of attrition with my co-worker because she’s a lazy mare. She should just stop being a lazy mare! But that isn’t going to happen so I don’t even at this point.

Anyway, I was basically productive today, but when carrying an armload of laundry across the house to stick it in the washing machine hurts, you know it’s a bad day. But laundry’s done and folded and put away. I put the new sheets and duvet cover I got for my birthday on the bed, which is great because now I can wait a day or so before I next do laundry. I should probably do a load that includes my towels tomorrow, so that can be that. Of course, I do have to survive tomorrow, which means praying that Temp doesn’t pull her bullshit again. But the good thing about working from home is that I can actually do stuff like keep a metaphorical eye on the laundry, and switch the washer to dryer mode when it’s done washing, so I’ll have clean towels for bath without having to wait on said bath. ...It’s the little things.

Also I put an actually recipe post on the Cooking With Spoons blog, and tomorrow I’m thinking, if I have a spoon available, I might put the recipe for my tuna broccoli lemon pasta. It’s a good one for when the spoons are just lacking. And they seriously are - the only reason I’m not in bed is a need to vent and the whole thing where I had a two hour nap earlier in the evening so that should bring me to a “good night’s sleep” equilibrium.

#Thess has a day job #Thess works from home #Thess is a motherfucking adult

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harrisonxlee · 1 year

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Bio and Info

The Basics:

Name: Harrison James Lee

Face Claim: Keanu Reeves

Age: 54

Birthdate: November 7th, 1966

Neighborhood: Primrose Lake

Occupation: Retired motorcycle racer

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Dating Nancy Thompson

More Facts:

Nicknames: The Lucky Hare, Har, Harry

Positive Personality Traits: Good-Natured, Protective, Strong-willed, Focused

Negative Personality Traits: Stubborn, Argumentative, Blunt, Impatient, Cocky

Likes: Country and rock music. Motorcycles. Scotch and whiskey.

Dislikes: Being told what to do. Big cities.

Hobbies and Interests: Restoring and building bikes. Boats. Reading.

Family: Steve Anders (father - estranged), Jennifer Lee (mother -deceased), Jane Lee (sister - npc)

Other Relationships: Nancy Thompson (girlfriend)

Physical Appearance:

Height: 6′1

Hair color: Dark brown with some grey

Eye color: Brown

Nationality/Heritage: Canadian born, of mixed European and Chinese-Hawaiian decent

Tattoos of piercings: Cross on his mid-upper back, white hare on right shoulder, “LONE” and “WOLF” tattooed on his knuckles, half sleeve of Ghost Rider character on his left arm, naked pin up girl on right calf, left ear pierced

Distinguishable Traits: Usually has a beard and longish hair. Burn scars on his upper right arm/shoulder and upper back from his accident. Various other scars from smaller crashes.

Full Bio:

Trigger Warnings: Sexual Assault, Divorce, Abandonment, Motorcycle Accident, Gambling, Infidelity

Harrison James Lee was born in a town near Vancouver, BC in Canada. His mother's family lived in China, although his grandmother was of Hawaiian descent, and moved to Canada when his mother was very young. As a young woman, she took a receptionist job at a hotel in the down town area owned by a wealthy Canadian man who found himself drawn to her beauty. A year after they married, Harrison came along. When he was four years old, they had a baby girl who was born with Cerebral Palsy, a disability that effected her physical and mental development. Harrison's sister Jane spent much of her childhood in hospitals needing many surgeries and medical procedures. When he was seven years old and Jane was three, their father decided that her needs were too much, and he divorced their mother. He made very little effort to stay in contact with his children and ended up remarrying and starting a new life, eventually writing off Harrison and his sister completely.

His father's absence effected the family financially and his mother worked multiple jobs to get by, often relying on Harrison to take care of Jane while they struggled to find the means to get help outside of the family. Despite having the added responsibility Harrison was always loving and protective towards his sister. Around age twelve, looking for an outlet outside of his busy life, Harrison developed a fascination with motorcycles after attending a live sporting event. He spent the next year working odd jobs and saving up as much as he could until he had enough to buy a second hand dirtbike. His mother strongly disapproved and feared he would get hurt, so she came to the compromise of hiring a coach to help him learn to ride properly so that he could compete in races. He started competing at age fourteen, and it wasn't long before he was winning medals and trophies. It became apparent that he may have a promising career in the sport by the time he was in high school.

It was during these years that Harrison began his first serious relationship with a girl at his school named Nancy who happened to be an exchange student, and lived in Vermont, in America. Although they spent a lot of time bickering they were deeply in love and nearly inseparable. After two years of dating and knowing that Nancy would eventually have to go back home, they talked about the possibility of going to Alberta and getting married as they would be of legal age there, and that way Nancy would be able to stay in Canada. While tentatively planning things, Harrison was supposed to compete in a race outside of the city, accompanied by his racing coach. During his time there, the man made an attempt to take advantage of Harrison, and although he managed to escape, he was traumatized by the experience. He was too afraid and ashamed to talk about it to anyone, including his girlfriend. Instead he became angry and pushed her away to the point of breaking up with her and leaving her with no choice but to go home. A decision he would regret for many years to come.

He took some time off from racing, nearly giving it up but decided about a year later to try again, without a coach. At age nineteen he was scouted out by a racing team who wanted him to join their motocross team, however, they were based out of Texas. He ended up leaving home and moving there to race. It wasn't long before Harrison became a fan favorite, known for being aggressive on the tracks and winning many races. By his early twenties, he was going on world tours. He would go on to appear in magazines and do sponsorship ads and it seemed like he was constantly busy and on the road. However in the time that he did manage to find outside of work, he enjoyed the perks of the money and fame to their full extent by partying and sleeping around with female fans. When he was twenty-four he met a woman in Spain while he was racing there and after dating for a short time, he made the spontaneous decision to get married. They bought a house in Texas but their marriage lasted only two years before they divorced when she found out he had cheated on her while on tour. It was a messy divorce and he ended up losing a lot of money. He started drinking more and was eventually dropped from his team for his antics.

Determined to keep racing, Harrison decided to stop his dangerous lifestyle and focus on what he loved the most, which was racing. He stopped drinking and started training harder to learn to ride street bikes instead. At age twenty-eight he began racing for MotoAmerica. He hired a manager named Sarah who he ended up falling for, and he got married for a second time in his thirties. His life seemed calm for the first time in years until he got into a bad accident during a race in 2013, when his bike caught fire after a crash leaving him badly burned on his left arm and torso. He was forced to take some time off, and his recovery took years. During this time, Harrison started making bets on races and developed a serious gambling problem, losing a good portion of his money. When his wife found out, they ended up getting divorced.

He retired in his mid-forties and decided to take some time to himself, with just his bike and the open road. He traveled across the country still doing the odd race for charity events. In 2017 Harrison learned that his mother was very sick and went home to Vancouver. He was there when she passed and worried about the well being of his sister, he bought a home that suited her needs. It became a licensed group home, from there he bought several more homes in Vancouver, and founding a company called The Jennifer Lee Society in memory of his mother. That following year, Harrison was doing a race in Maine, where he met a woman who was on the paramedic team. After flirting with her for a while, he asked her on a date where he learned that she had a young son and was recently divorced. Although there was quite a large age gap between them, Harrison grew to love her and her son and decided to buy a home together. They chose Vermont as their destination as it was a place that had always reminded him of home, and he bought a beautiful house near Primrose Lake in 2019.

However, her ex-husband decided to move there as well to be closer to their son and it was then that he began worrying. He went against his better judgement and proposed to her. She accepted but they faced a lot of problems and fighting because of her relationship with her ex-husband. When it became clear that she still had feelings for him, they decided to end things. While they were still together, Harrison discovered that his ex-girlfriend from highschool, Nancy, lived in the same area when they had a chance encounter one day, which was less than pleasant. Although, after the break up he found himself talking to her more and more and missing the way things use to be with them. After a few months of rekindling a friendship, they started dating again and he got to know her kids. He found himself happy again, at a time when he didn't think it was possible. He is currently designing a line of street bikes for Ducati, and still participates in charitable races several times throughout the year.

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neonponders · 2 years

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✨Hogwarts Harringrove ✨ pt. 13 ( 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • 11 • 12 • 14 • ao3 )

“Mom!”

Heads lifted from the tables to see an older woman with longish, dark hair and curtain bangs opening her arms for Will to run into. Midterms were on the horizon, so the school had extended lunch period to allow study sessions. Many students took advantage and sunbathed on the grounds, but Steve, Robin, Billy, and some others hunkered down with the mindset to get the disastrous tests over with. Plus, helping Billy and Max study inadvertently helped the upper classmen improve.

Jonathan followed right after his brother, hugging them both until Mike and Dustin hollered from the Gryffindor table, “Hi, Mrs. Byers!”

“Hi, guys. Shhh,” she tried to both greet and chide. She hugged Nancy next, and waved over her shoulder at Steve.

After being noticed, he returned to his notes and stuck a plantain chip in his mouth. He’d been alternating between the savory plantains and sweet banana chips for so long that his breath smelled like banana pudding. He touched Max’s notes and reassured, “Don’t worry about the Magical Creatures practical. If the professor is too busy to tutor you - which he usually isn’t - then me, Hopper, and Ellie can help you.”

“I thought the grounds keeper was an auror,” Max said grumpily. She had almost the same workload as her stepbrother.

“He turns into a bear,” said brother informed. “Safe to say, he’s used to navigating forests and what lives in them.”

Max’s jaw dropped and then she snatched it back up. “I told Mike there were bear tracks outside. Shit head can’t stand being wrong.”

“It’s a Wheeler thing - ” Steve began, only to have a Wheeler touch his shoulder.

“Steve?” Nancy frowned at their conversation but continued, “Can I talk to you outside?”

“Yeah, sure.” He left his things on the table and transferred Cupcake to Billy’s shoulder, planting a kiss on his hair. “Stay with Billy, Cup.”

She was already humming something suspiciously akin to ‘Radio Ga Ga’ as Steve and Nancy exited the Great Hall.

In their absence, Robin queried, “How do you two practice animal stuff without one? It’s required or Transfiguration.”

Max answered, “The school loans us stuff. We only had time to buy wands and uniforms. For some reason, they gave me a rabbit the size of a dog.”

Robin chuckled. “It has to be big enough to stand in a classroom of owls.”

“It’s meaner than an owl,” she remarked, causing Billy to snort in his water.

* * *

Steve stared at Nancy while holding onto his hips. “You think he’s where?”

She sighed and leaned back before he uttered, “We need to tell Hopper.”

“Do you really think Greg is going to respond well to an auror walking into his hiding place?”

Puzzled eyes diverted from her earnest blue ones. “I don’t know? Milch has always been book smart. Not really great at the decision making, though. Obviously - ”

“I’ll go.”

They both refrained from startling at the calm voice suddenly beside them. Ellie wore rose tinted glasses today. It was fine to look at her briefly, but too long and the glasses weren’t good enough. Steve and Nancy had the muscle memory to keep their eyes moving.

Nancy peered between her and Steve. “Ellie?”

“Hopper said he’s sick. Too much potion.”

Steve intercepted, “Yeah. Which is why Hopper should be the one to bring him to the hospital wing.”

“Why?” Ellie asked.

“Because first aid. In typical, academic bullshit, we know how to levitate stuff but we don’t know magical first aid. What are we gonna do? Catapult him toward the school and hope we aimed at the right windows?”

“I won’t miss,” El confirmed.

Nancy ventured a small smirk but waited as Steve shifted his weight, sliding his jaw to the side as if he had much to deliberate on. Finally, he let his eyelids fall shut and shook his head, resigned. “Just another day sneaking off school grounds.”

* * *

To the people of Hogsmeade’s credit, they hardly noticed three students wandering through the village. If anything, they were used to students figuring out how to skip class. Either way, El tucked the red scarf Steve loaned her into the oversized coat Hopper had bought.

Steve inhaled while squinting at the sky. “It’s warm, but smells like snow.”

“We need to get him to the school before the weather changes,” Nancy agreed.

“How did you even know it was Milch? Only me, Billy, and Hopper know. Well, I guess Conners, too.”

“He’s in my Potions class,” Nancy said. “Or, was supposed to be.”

The shack standing on the far side Hogsmeade was more like a small, dilapidated estate. Generations of students had explored the abandoned and neglected vineyard, along with the fusion of Italian and Scottish architecture of the house. It was tradition to prove courage by visiting the place on Halloween, but also to sign one’s name on the walls before graduating.

Ironic, how the place carried fear but also hosted a line of graduates queueing through its halls every spring.

El surprised Steve by taking his hand. She wasn’t the type to seek physical comfort, usually. He squeezed it back and asked, “See something spooky?”

“Ghosts.”

Nancy and Steve glanced at each other, the former admitting, “I didn’t know the shack had ghosts.”

“Explains the noise,” Steve said with a bit of a laugh. Extra bragging rights went to those who could get laid in the shack.

He kept it to himself as they carefully traversed the hills and broken stairs up to the front door. It was locked. The shack was never locked.

Nancy magicked it open wordlessly. Steve released El’s hand to be the back of their train, glancing behind him before shutting the door. El pointed upwards through the ceiling. “There.”

Nancy called out, “Greg! It’s Nancy and Steve! We’re coming up!”

The house creaked, as if a weight shifted, making the floorboards sigh. The three of them shared a look and one by one, navigated the old stairwell. Ellie’s fingers grazed over the many markings on the walls: faded ink, chipped paint, and clumsy etchings.

They found Greg in one of the bedrooms, bundled up in both Ravenclaw quidditch robes as well as his usual uniform. The hood stayed over his head as he greeted in a pitch-uneven voice, “The prefects getting ahead of the job. Exemplary.”

Nancy cut right to it. “How much potion have you had, Greg?”

He sighed heavily. “Enough to be stuck.”

Steve blurted, “Stuck?”

It was a testament to his dwindling resolve that he shoved his hood right off his head. The visage before them was a perfect and disturbing amalgamation of both his and Elizabeth Conner’s faces. Blond hair mixed with brown. One eye blue and the other dark. A skinny bottom lip and a plush top.

“What’s the kid doing here?” he spat when El slid her glasses onto her hair, but his averting eyes gave him away.

He had to flinch back when Ellie stepped forward, capturing his eyes with hers. “I can hold him.”

Nancy countered, “Ellie, I don’t really think that’s necessary. Greg, you need the hospital wing. You needed it days ago. We’re not here to punish you. We just want to get you back in the right body.”

El glanced back at her and Steve, and the moment Greg’s mind snapped back into his control, his resolve shattered. Wracking sobs filled the room. Steve and Nancy exchanged uncomfortable, sad looks with each other. It was hard to look at him, let alone listen to.

After a moment, Steve asked, “Greg, where’s your wand?”

A loud sniffle, and then the piece of wood skittered over the floor. Nancy picked it up and Steve continued, “Can you walk?”

“It hurts,” he stammered, sounding far younger than the youngest in the room.

“Okay,” Steve finished softly, and moved his velvet cloak aside to reveal the broom the three of them had ridden down here. Not unlike Robin’s basket enchantment, Steve could hide large things under that cloak and appear no different than any other silhouette. “We’ll help you sit down and I’ll get you to the doctors.”

* * *

Billy whistled a melody since he couldn’t get a damn radio in this school. Cupcake finished the tune for him, more and more familiar with his favorite songs.

“Is that them?” Max said beside him, pointing through the cloisters on this side of the castle. It was approaching dinnertime, but in the last hours of sunlight, they gazed down the slopes of the grounds. He saw the familiar circle of people sitting in the grass behind Hopper’s cabin. The blend of red and blue paraphernalia.

“Want a head start?” he asked the bird when they were close enough for her to recognize Steve. With a screeching announcement, she flew off with a great smacking of feathers.

Steve’s head turned at the sound and he raised his hand to catch her. Billy heard him say, “Make room. Puff incoming,” and then the circle expanded enough to let Billy sit down between Steve and Dustin. On the other side were Nancy, Jonathan, and Will. Lucas, Mike, Robin, Ellie, and Max filled in the gaps.

“Where’ve you been?”

Steve’s brows reached for his hairline as he exhaled. A less than ideal sign. “Convincing Greg Milch to let me fly his ass to the hospital wing. Nancy had a hunch and she was right. He Frankensteined himself. Half his girlfriend, and half himself.”

“Jesus,” Billy said, unconsciously watching Cupcake bob her head from where she stood on Steve’s thigh. “Is that it? This is the guy that used your bird as bait.”

But Steve shook his head. “It doesn’t feel like a victory. It’s just feels...sad.”

Billy realized that was what their huddle felt like: somber. A little sad. Nancy sat with a leg folded against her torso, elbow on that knee while she held her head up. Jonathan rubbed her back as she elaborated, “He spilled everything to Hopper. His parents don’t like Elizabeth, so he thought some quidditch wins and excellent grades would turn their opinions.”

Robin exclaimed, “That’s...that’s a lot. That’s more than just a polyjuice potion scheme.”

“He loves her,” Nancy lamented. “It’s sweet. Sweet and infuriating.”

“That’s Gryffindor,” Dustin said as he adjusted his blue headband, which doubled as ear covers, over his fluffy curls. “Brave to a fault, and loyal past the point of agony. Thankfully I asked to be in Ravenclaw.”

Lucas retorted, “Only because you’re allergic to the barrels around the Hufflepuff dorm.”

“Don’t remind me of my greatest tragedy! You have no idea what I go through, living sixteen floors away from the kitchen.”

#harringrove #neonponders #hogwarts au #magic!au #hufflepuff!billy #gryffindor!steve #same dustin same

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wendelah · 2 years

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

There are 74.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

236,836

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

None of my fics have very many kudos. The "top five"? The first three are all TXF-RPF, followed by a holiday-themed MSR. Bringing up the rear, a Yuletide story in a book fandom that was recently turned into a streaming series on Netflix, maybe? I can't even say. I don't watch much TV anymore. We don't stream. Our internet is too slow to load Tumblr half the time, which is one of the reasons I'm not here anymore. (I need to figure out how to turn off infinite scrolling again.)

4. Do you respond to comments; why or why not?

Sure, when I see them. I like to be friendly.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the most angsty ending?

An X-Files fic about the childhood of Jeffrey Spender. It's objectively my best story and the only one I considered rewriting for publication. Naturally, no one has read it.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

"Perfect Storm" has a perfect and happy ending.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest most ridiculous one you’ve ever written?

Yes. As it turns out, I have written quite a few.

"The Real Housewives of Hades" is pretty cracked, I guess. It's also quite funny. Go read it. Leave kudos.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really. I did have a reader express dislike for a favorite character, which was thoughtless and rude, but that's hardly the same thing.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Badfic? Back in the day, I wrote a little for a porn battle but otherwise, no.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Maybe? I honestly can't recall.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I did co-write a story once. Two betas gave us negative feedback and my co-writer decided that was the end of that. No regrets, though. It was the most fun I've ever had writing, and we're still good friends.

13. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

I'm not really a shipper in the usual sense of the term but Mulder and Scully, of course (who else?).

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I had a longish TXF-RPF that never got finished. What I had amounted to a bunch of disconnected scenes that needed a coherent main plot, and also a subplot that didn't involve writing a modern day version of A Midsummer's Night Dream set on a movie shoot. Crazy, right? That's not getting finished because I don't write anymore. Plus, the idea that there could ever be a third X-Files movie, given the travesty of seasons 10 and 11? I like a good AU as much as anyone who reads and writes RPF, but that's absurd.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Plot. Humor. Punctuation.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sex and feelings. I don't know why but that's how it is.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I...don't?

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

The X-Files

19. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

"Five Times David Duchovny Didn't Make Love to Gillian Anderson and One Time He Did." There is nothing I would change about this fic. It practically wrote itself. I mean, it was almost like I was channeling some other, better writer, one who didn't have a problem writing about sex and feelings.

Thank you, @hoidn, for the opportunity to write about my writing. It was kind of fun. I'm not tagging anyone because I don't know who's still here, but feel free to do so.

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thatsbrookie · 3 years

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Life update!~

I haven't posted in a long time. I have a good bit that I could write about, but I really just want to write about my recent employment. I always think it's interesting after being at a job for an extended period of time to look back on your initial thoughts on everything. So that's what I want to do, for future me! We have been in St Paul for 8 months.. 8 months. I have had a very emotionally taxing time putting out countless applications and not hearing anything back. Very very discouraging and stressful, but I won’t get into the details of that right now. Anyway.. I FINALLY get an interview/stage opportunity! I got a call from the head chef on Friday the 22nd, calling me in for Wednesday the 27th at 12 PM. I got there at 11:37 AM. I sat in my car for a couple minutes.. nervous as hell. Got out of my car at 11:41 AM and headed inside with my knife roll. There was a tall lady that asked me if I had a reservation. I told her that I had a stage and my name is Brooke. She went back to the kitchen for a short amount of time, came back, and told me Chef Leonard would be with me shortly. I sat at the bar and a dude named Daniel asked me if I wanted water. Leonard came out and led me to the basement to show me where I could put my coat. He was moderately intimidating. He didn't act like a cocky asshole or anything, but the way he spoke made me immediately feel like he deserved my respect. Made me a little shy and timid. I tried not to let my insecurity show. He had sleeves of badass tattoos on each arm. Loved them. Anyway, back upstairs he brought me around to a prep area and asked me to start thinly slicing radishes, then taking half of those radishes and shredding them into chiffonade. I stayed in my spot, doing my prep work, people circulating around me. Nearly everyone introduced themselves to me, but I was so nervous, their names went in one ear and out the other. There was a guy with red hair and a mohawk. He told me he is originally from Temple, Texas (I'm 90% positive that's where he said) and he's very proud to be from Texas. Another guy who is a sous chef who had very attractive, kind eyes. I liked him. He went to Le Cordon Bleu, MN and graduated in 2014 (which is the same year I graduated from Le Cordon Bleu, TX). He did some prep work beside me for a bit and we made nice conversation. He cut the fuck out of that cauliflower. He's been working there for 5-6 years. Another guy instructed me on some of my prep work. He seemed very outgoing and goofy. But not too much goofy in an annoying way. I liked his humor. Later on a very tall guy came in. Longish hair. I never talked to him. There was another guy who spoke to me a little, not much, mostly to the dishwasher guy. He and the dishwasher dude spoke spanish in their conversations with each other. They seemed to have a good relationship. Oh, dishwasher dude was nice, btw. He spoke to me a bit and was very polite. I think there was two or three other people that came in? But they went straight to the front and didn't speak to me After I finished my radishes, scallions, green onions, rosemary, dill, and parsley prep, I went to the line to work with teasers. I met with a super cool dude who loves his pantry station. He slowly showed me how to do 4 teasers. Then I had to replicate all 4 by myself. You can tell he has experience with training people; I like the way he spoke to me. East Fried Pride, Bubba's Gump, Blues, Bacon and Eggs. I think I did well except I mixed up the order of the avo puree and hot jam on the bacon and eggs teaser. And I feel like I maybe undercooked the shrimp a bit for the Bubba's Gump. I brought my teasers to chef Leonard. He looked over my plating and asked me to sit up front, try the teasers to understand the flavors, and we'd talk. I tried the teasers (Blues was my favorite) then I went to pee (Omg first time I've been alone. I'm literally shaking. Holy shit. I've been watched for hours. *soak my nervous sweat with toilet paper*) I came back out to sit at the same booth, Chef came out and we had a short interview. He asked me about my 5-year plans, my experience, etc. Normal interview stuff. He offered me a job and I excitedly accepted. Full time, 35-42 hours a week. Paid bi-weekly. ALSO health benefits available after 6 months, wtf?! That's amazing. I have never worked a job in the culinary industry with health benefits. There are so many interesting foods and unique ingredients that I worked with that I have absolutely NO experience with. That's super intimidating. But also exciting how much I have to learn. I love playing with new foods, trying new things, and learning new techniques. Gosh, I am really hoping this job is a good fit for me. Greg and I have our wonderful relationship, cute little house in a city that we love.. everything is coming together. The icing on the cake would be to have a rewarding, enriching job cooking in a wonderful restaurant I'm genuinely excited and passionate about.. I feel so motivated to succeed. And I really hope that I can develop good relationships with my co-workers. Hopefully they'll benefit from a little estrogen to break up the stink of their sausage party lol

#new job #culinary arts #restaurant industry #st paul mn

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ofcamerasflashing · 3 years

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Now go to FILTER > MOTION BLUR and then I used these settings. I then clicked okay.

I clicked on layer 2 now and I went to FILTER > LAST FILTER. Click that once

So onto layer seven. You are going to want to go backwards. Instead of doing it seven times I’m going to go click last filter a total of six times.

So the the whole thing is done by hand and it is a pain but in the end you will have a blurred motion gif. Now onto actually renaming your gif set.

_a_frm0,100 is going to be the name of your background layer. I’m going to explain now what you are going to be changing now for each layer.

When you change the names of each layer you are going to be changing this. So the next layer that is right now layer one will be _a_frm1,100 and so on.

I renamed every single layer in this style. It is a lot of tiresome work but in the end the results should be good and worth it.

Add your coloring on top of your layers. Resize this. Add some text if you want or even some pretty textures and don’t rename any of those.

So the whole thing will be a little fast when you go to save it for the web. Change the speed.

#dearindies #rph #rpt #rpo #photopea tutorial #・ ˖ ✦ ⋄ . ❝Mine: Tutorial❞ 【OFCAMERASFLASHING】#・ ˖ ✦ ⋄ . ❝Mine: All❞ 【OFCAMERASFLASHING】#gif tw #motion blur tw #blur tw #flashing gif tw

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medicifm · 3 years

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* not me actually writing an intro ��the night before like i always mean to 😳 hennyway hey biddies , i'm chloe , im in the snowy part of pst , & i use she / her pns . i’ve been . . . . . . . scouring the tags for an rp like this so im so excited to bring this newish muse of mine here ! im here to do the honours of introducing my himbo - on - the outside , manipulative - shit - on - the - inside . . . oscar 🤡

( twenty three , cis man , he / him ) ✉ ― hey babes , have you met OSCAR MEDICI ? they’re working here as THE HEAD CHEF AT LORENZO’S , a few villas down from where you’re staying . you might hear them singing ALRIGHTY APHRODITE BY PEACH PIT playing from their villa , it’s their favourite song . yes , they hear that they look like JACK GILINSKY a lot , actually - it’s really uncanny . their friends back home in SYDNEY , AUSTRALIA say that if they were on a tv show , their trope would be THE WOLF IN SHEEP’S CLOTHING , how funny is that ? ✎ chloe , 22 , she/her , pst

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pinterest | wanted plots |

𝐢𝐢 .

name : oscar gabriel medici

age : twenty three

dob / sign : december 4th , 1997 / sagittarius sun , leo moon , libra rising

pob : sydney , australia

gender / pronouns : cis man & he / him / his

career : head chef at lorenzo’s , full - time heathen , professional disappointment for mothers everywhere .

drinking / drugs / smoking : yes / more often than he’d admit / never .

religion : jewish background , currently non - practicing .

physical : jack gilinsky fc , dark brown / black longish curls ( reference ) , dark brown eyes , canon jack g’s tattoos , no piercings , 6′2″ , 175 lbs , lean but strong . tattoos a la canon!jack , pearly white smile that he may . . . or may not . . . use crest 3D white strips weekly to maintain . lots of burns & scars from kitchen mishaps on his hands & arms .

traits : hard - working , flighty , intelligent , hedonistic , charismatic , intense , volatile ,

other : speaks weird french ( aussie accent tings ) , tans easily but wears sunscreen nonetheless , works hard parties harder , can’t read a lick of french but spends a lot of his free time with a coffee & a new paperback , has a bit of an internal vendetta against rich people ( for no real reason , he just doesn’t like most of them ) , has ins with a bunch the local farmers & visits them weekly , pretends he isn’t lowkey addicted to nicotine administered via a puff bar , liquor of preference is tequila or red wine , drives a lil vespa around town for the gag of it ( loves seeing it haphazardly parked amongst a bunch of luxury cars ) ,

character inspo : jess mariano ( gilmore girls ) , gordon ramsey 🤡 , patrick verona ( 10 things i hate about you ) , ferris bueller ( ferris bueller’s day off ) , han solo ( star wars ) .

𝐢𝐢𝐢 .

oscar’s arrival was as unwanted to his parents as could be : a father whose tendencies leaned towards alcoholism & abusing whoever was in arms reach , a mother whose life was more or less spent at the nursing home she worked as a nurse at , evading home . he became a self - inflicted loner , preferring to do literally the exact opposite of what was expected or wanted from him . he had a few friends he ran with , but watching them all go off & study or prepare for university solidified in oscar’s mind that the non - traditional route was for him . growing up by the water , oscar always felt more drawn to skip school & head to the beach than he did obeying his parents wishes .

one of his solaces was his grandfather , gabriel , who owned an italian restaurant in a beach town north of sydney . whenever the weather was bad & oscar felt like ditching class , he’d head over to his nono’s restaurant where his ass would be put to work as soon as he set eyes on the restaurant . it was tough work , but challenging in a way that fanned the flames in oscar’s heart , rather than dimming them . by the time he was a teenager he was working in the restaurant everyday after school , an agreement between him & his grandfather framed on the back wall that stated that as long as oscar kept from flunking out , he was allowed to spend as little or as much time in the kitchen as he pleased .

his absolute defiance of anything traditional & following the rules made him unpopular with adults , but lowkey cool with the girls . by the time he was sixteen , he was losing his focus on the restaurant & his grades & spending more & more time chasing after girls . his nono tried to get oscar to come back & focus , but as always , anything he’s asked to do quickly becomes the thing he’s running from the most .

tw : death , cancer . around his eighteenth birthday , his grandfather suddenly fell ill with a rare form of cancer that took his life six weeks after diagnosis , which rocked oscar’s world . he felt overwhelming guilt that he hadn’t spent more time with his grandfather , which manifested itself as oscar dropping out of school a year shy of graduation to commit himself fully to perfecting his grandfather’s techniques , learning all of his recipes ( read : pouring over dozens of handwritten cookbooks ) in some failed attempt to get back some time with him . oscar hadn’t been close with his parents in years , more or less seeing them as wardens of a prison he wanted nothing to do with . his grandfather’s will left him the deed to the restaurant , with an ask that oscar would promise to act on whatever he felt called towards , rather than doing what others expected of him . to be candid , this whole situation crushed him .

eventually , he decided he’d had enough of the stifling community he’d grown up in . he sold the restaurant to one of the regulars , a wealthy man who he’d come to acknowledge as somewhat of an uncle ; a safe pair of hands who would treat his grandfather’s legacy with as much passion & respect as oscar himself would . so he packed a bag , texted his mom that he was going traveling , & got on a flight that evening . he traveled all around - first through central america , then through europe , throughout asia & africa , & spent a few months driving a van across the continental united states & canada for fun .

eventually , he started getting low - ish on money , & decided to settle in one of his favourite places he’d visited : southern france . he arrived in early 2018 , taking on whatever menial tasks he could while learning french until he got a position as a line cook in an italian restaurant . a few years later , he’s made his way up to filling the head chef position , an honour he takes with pride . he’s implemented many of his own recipes while using flavours he’s learned from his travels , with ingredients straight from local farmers . he’s earned the restaurant a two michelin star rating , & is constantly striving for more to get that last star ( both for his own ego as well as a secret debt to his grandfather ) .

𝐢𝐯 .

ok but that vid where gordon puts two pieces of bread on someone’s head & calls them an idiot sandwich ? that’s oscar . intense as fuck in the kitchen , & best nobody catch an attitude about it bc he will not hesitate to hand them their ass on a silver platter .

another gordon reference : you know how he’s the spawn of satan with adults , but the sweetest , most helpul guy with children ? that’s oscar with his staff vs people he wants something from . whether its to sleep with them ( usually his first instinct to be fair ) , their money or clout , or to get into some wild adventure some random resort staff wouldn’t dream of getting into , he can turn on the charm whenever needed .

can go from absolutely demoralizing someone in the kitchen to stepping out into the lounge to schmooze with his friends or cougars who leave phat tips in 0.2 seconds . the speed at which his mood can completely 180 is one of the seven world wonders ( last i checked ) .

his love language is absolutely acts of service . catch him actually falling in love once in a blue moon & making it his mission to cook her extravagant meals everyday .

the wolf in sheep’s clothing label epitomizes his nice , helpful , charismatic exterior , while ulterior motives & disdain for those who grew up with more money than he did lurk beneath the surface .

he can be MEAN when someone fucks him over or pushes him farther than he wants - isn’t afraid to go for the low blows or send someone home with an identity crisis if it protects himself .

lowkey alcoholic but he’s not ready for that conversation yet . he sees it more as perks of the location & atmosphere he’s found himself in .

also lowkey falls in love HARD , like this man is a closeted romantic but self - sabotages all potential relationships before they can get to that point out of fear he’ll be unable to live life of his own volition ( takes a flaky philophobic sagittarius to know a flaky philophobic sagittarius 🤡 ) . has probably only had a few real relationships besides flings bc he’s afraid .

𝐯 .

check out my wanted plots tag listed here , as well as my pinterest wanted plots board here . here are some other suggestions hehe :

best friend / ride or die : someone who knows about his past , keeps him grounded when he’s lk spiraling & wants to drop everything & flee to some far flung corner of the earth .

actual relationship : it was fast - burn with deep feelings ( not them thinking they’re soulmates after dating for a month . . . pete & ariana type beat ) but completely unrealistic . they have their own life , he’s pretty much tied to the restaurant , not to mention his lack of sharing anything about his childhood / life back home . they loved & cared for each other , but crashed & burned fairly quickly because of how idealistic it was . they can either be on bad or good terms now .

hateship with sexual tension 😈

summer flings !!

fake boyfriend : he shows up on her arm to her family’s events where she’s expected to have a partner . it’s not a real relationship , but her parents don’t need to know that . he plays the part & satisfies her parents beyond the bare minimum , & in return she invites him to parties , takes him out on her family’s yacht , etc etc . we luv some symbiosis

i can always use more fwbs hehehe

squad : a group of people who do everything together , have a chaotic group chat , have nicknames for one another , are utd on each other’s sex lives , party all night then show up to brunch hungover together .

cat & mouse : someone he’s pursuing who isn’t quite giving in , & vice versa . maybe it’s been going on a few years , everytime they’re in st tropez they have this weird lil flirtationship thing goin on until she leaves , they forget about one another , then pick it right back up when she returns .

confidant : preferably someone from a working class background who understands his plight of being a worker amongst people who expect to be waited on .

enemies : they don’t like his attitude , & he doesn’t like them in return . lots of eye rolls , shit talking , & tension between their mutual friends .

we’re sleeping together but we shouldn’t be but that’s half the fun : for whatever reason they became friends , starting hooking up despite it not being a good idea ( read : he’s exes with one of her friends , her parents want her focused on career , they’re part of the same friend group , etc ) . . . but now they can’t stop . lots of stolen glances across rooms , squeezing past one another in a crowded club just close enough for a quick touch to the back , quietly leaving one another’s places the morning after & playing dumb to anyone who asks .

#villasintro #eeeek im hyped !!

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jawritter · 4 years

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Chapter 6

**Series Warnings!! ** ABO dynamics! Smut, unprotected smut, knotting, claiming, mating, heat, rut, language, overly protective Jensen, age gap! 19-year-old reader, 41-year-old Jensen, virgin reader, loss of virginity, sort of an arranged marriage, hint at possible mob type settings.

Story Description:

In a world where your presentation can be a blessing or a curse, a newly presented Omega will come face to face with the harsh reality of Alphas, Omegas, and pack alliances that are expected to be upheld with the union of your two families…

A/N: Pt.6!!! Please don’t copy my stuff! Feedback is welcomed! If you want to be added to the series tag list, or just my tag list in general let me know! Cross-posted on Wattpad! Hope you enjoy it!! This is my first ABO series so be nice lmao!

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, Jared x Jensen, Jared x Gen, Gen x Jensen, Jared x reader, Gen x reader.

Word Count: 2881

Standing in the bedroom, gathering up your nerves, you heard Jensen greet Jared, and what sounded like another woman.

He hadn’t told you that you had to stay in the bedroom, so you assumed that it was okay to come out. You stood there for a moment, trying to decide what would be the proper protocol in a situation like this.

That’s when it hit you, ‘protocol’, you were you really standing here alone in a bedroom, arguing with yourself over protocol? Jesus this was your fucking house too! You lived here now! Your mother moved freely around your house back home, your father didn’t seem to mind. When the men wanted to talk in private they would always go into the office and close the door. Now that was one place you remember no one was allowed unless invited.

Opening the door and walking out carefully after you made sure your outfit was back in place, you made your way slowly to where you could see the two people you didn’t know standing around the bar in the kitchen. An overly tall man that was very thin with longish hair and a woman who you honestly could not tell whether she was short, or just surrounded by tall Alpha men, making her look short.

Jensen smiled in your direction, causing the two to turn around and face you. The woman had small almost native American/ possibly Hispanic type features with dark hair. You were assuming by the claiming mark on her neck that she was the tall Alpha’s Omega…

“There you are sweetheart, I was about to send a search party!” Jensen jokingly said, coming around the bar toward you; wrapping his arm around your waist, leading you into the kitchen.

“Jared, Gen, this is Y/N, my Omega, Y/N this is Jared, and Gen his Omega,” he said stopping with you a few feet from Jared and Gen.

They both greeted you warmly.

“Jesus Jensen, did you adopt?” Jared said jokingly.

You hadn’t realized that the contrast in age between you and Jensen was that noticeable, but that remark, although obviously made jokingly, made you really self-conscious, and you could tell that Jensen had stiffened next to you.

“She’s my True Mate Jared... “

Jared interjected quickly before Jensen could get angry.

“Easy man, I was just joking!! Maybe I should have been more clear. I was trying to imply she made you look bad! I’m sorry Y/N I wasn’t trying to be rude!”

“It’s okay Jared,” you said a little tightly.

“You will learn the more your around this overgrown sasquatch that he tends to try to joke and puts his foot in his mouth,” Gen said, giving her Alpha an annoyed look.

“He’s a big baby though, he really means no harm,” she said with a laugh, elbowing Jared in the ribs playfully.

You watched the interaction with curiosity. You had never seen an Omega make a joke at her Alpha’s expense like that and just walk away unscathed.

The Omegas in your clan back home were taught to walk one step behind their Alpha with their heads down. Only speaking when spoken to, giving the Alpha the utmost respect at all times. Honoring him with your silence and obedience.

“What are you two up to anyway?” Jensen asked, relaxing once again and letting go of you, to walk by Gen, messing up her hair as he went like an older brother would do to her little sister.

Gen called him a “Jackass” and stuck her tongue out at him while fixing her hair. Jared laughed at Gen now that she looked ridiculous.

You where shocked Jared wasn’t angry that Jensen had just touched his Omega, and you didn’t know how to feel about Jensen touching Gen to be honest… She was beautiful and more his age…. Even if she was already claimed it made your heart hurt.

“Clif told us you were flying in today, I figured the two of you would still be honeymoon stage of your claim so you really wouldn’t want to fix dinner, so I made you guys some and brought it over,” Gen said.

That’s when you noticed the food containers on the counter for the first time.

You were still stuck on the amount of freedom Gen seemed to have amongst the Alpha’s in her presents to notice it when you first came into the kitchen.

You made your way over to Jensen, who quickly wrapped his arms around you, pulling your body as close his as humanly possible.

“Thanks Gen, we appreciate that,”

He had an impish grin on his face that made your stomach quiver for some reason. Jared seemed to take the hint.

“Oh sweetheart, maybe we should give these two love birds their space,” he said with a grin on his face. “I think we might have interrupted something, and we don’t want to make a newly mated Alpha angry at us.”

Jensen through his head back and laughed.

“Well, if you would have been five minutes later you would have gotten an eye full.”

You couldn’t help your mouth dropping at the casual way he was talking about something like that with another Alpha. Jared noticed the expression on your face though, and chuckled, grabbing Gen by the hand before he started pulling her towards the door.

“Come on babe, I think If we stay Jensen going to end up with himself in the dog house for disclosing too much information.”

Jensen walked out Jared and Gen, before locking the door, and coming back to where you were standing in the kitchen waiting.

“I know that was probably a little uh.. strange.. to you, but around here we don’t dominate over our Omegas. Like I told you, your allowed to have your own thoughts and opinions. I don’t expect you to walk one step behind me with you head down like you were raised to.” Jensen said, making his way over to you cautiously like he was afraid you’d snap…

‘Did you look that mad?’ you wondered ideally to yourself.

“It… It is strange…. I didn’t realize there was a different way to live… I really do not even know how to act, and I didn’t even realize it until I saw the way the three of you acted with each other. I don’t know how to conduct myself in a way that you find executable. I don’t know what is socially permissible. I don’t know anything.”

You stood there in your state of confusion, with your face in your hands until you felt Jensen’s arms pull tight around you. Pulling close to his chest. His scent coming off of him in calming waves.

“I know, I know this is all confusing, I know the way they expected you to act, and honestly I find it disgusting the way they expect Omegas to just follow behind their Alphas like trained dogs. Your not going to find that with me. You have your freedom to do, say, and feel whatever you want with me. That’s part of the reason I didn’t want you to go back to your parents. It’s not normal to live the way Y/N. I didn’t realize it was wrong until I was allowed to go out on my own and start my career. Much to my dad’s disliking. The golden child refused to take the ‘family business’ over. I told him I’d continue on with the arranged union between families to keep the peace, but I’m not taking over for him. That was before I knew you were my True Mate.”

Putting his finger under your chin, lifting your face to his so that you were looking at his soft green eyes. There was more emotion there than you could have ever expected.

“I knew the night of your birthday party that you were, and you had not even presented yet. I knew I had to get you away from there. Thank God you had presented that night, and I was able to get you out of there without starting a damn family feud. You don’t have to live that way ever again Y/N.”

You stood there in stunned silence, you didn’t know what to do… So you did the only thing you could think to do.

Reaching up slowly you put your hand behind his neck and brought his lips down to meet yours. He kissed you back without hesitation. Quickly dominating your tongue with his. A fire lit somewhere deep down in your vanes. Burning through your body like a fire burning the grass away from the African plains after an electrical storm. One small spark had turned into a roaring fire down inside of you.

His scent surrounded you, filling your very being, reaching down, and touching your very soul.

Jensen reached down without breaking your kiss and grabbed your legs. Bringing them up to wrap around his waist, a pronounced bulge already forming in his pants, creating a delicious amount of friction against your throbbing core as he carried you to the bedroom and tossed you down on the bed; Covering your body with his as soon as your back hits the mattress.

“I say we take up where we left off before we were so rudely interrupted,” he growled against you lips.

His voice sends a wave of slick to pool into your panties, soaking them through.

“Fuck Omega, you smell so fucking good. Been holding back with you, didn’t want to scare you, but I want to knot you so bad baby.”

A gasp left your lips as his teeth grazed over your claiming mark, causing a violent shiver to run through your body as even more slick pooled in your underwear.

“Alpha!” you whimpered needly against his kisses.

You didn't even recognize your own voice at this point, giving yourself over completely to your instincts. Letting your biology do what you should have done the night he claimed you.

A purr fell from deep down in his chest as he licked and sucked from your jawline down to your ear, pulling your earlobe gently between his perfect white teeth.

“What is it that you want Omega? Tell me what you want.” his voice was a husky whisper in your ear, pulling the air completely out of your lungs for moment.

“I want you to knot me Alpha. Make me yours all over again.”

You didn’t really know where your words were coming from. You wondered a little if they even made sense because you had never talked dirty with anyone before.

You didn’t have to wonder long though. Sitting up, a growl falling from his perfect lips. Jensen ripped your shirt clean off your body. Making quick work of your clothes. Throwing them randomly across the room before shedding his own in like manner.

Sitting back on his heels admiring you from above you. His thick cock standing fully erect against his stomach. A bead of precum already forming at the head. The ring around his base where his knot was beginning to form so red it was almost purple.

It was the first time either of you had seen the other fully naked without being in a heat-induced hurry. He was amazing. More than you ever thought a man could be. Not even in your deepest, darkest imaginations.

Slick slipping down your thigh in preparations for the Alpha kneeling above you.

Jensen’s cocked his head to the side slightly. His tongue just visible between his teeth as he took in the sight underneath him. Running a finger lightly between your breast, through your cleavage, and then back up again. His cock pulsing against him.

“So beautiful Omega.. And all mine,” he said, his voice is deeper than you ever remember hearing it. His eyes almost black with lust as he looked over you.

“All yours Alpha.”

As soon as the words where out of your mouth he was on you. Kissing and licking every inch of skin he could reach. His teeth grazing over your hard nipples on each of your breast. Causing a wantoned moan to escape your lips. Pulling each nipple into his mouth his tongue swirling around them as he sucked at them lightly, causing slick to drip from you.

You were certain you had never been this wet before in your entire life and wondered if it was normal, but you decided not to worry, and just enjoy what Jensen was doing to you right now. That’s what mattered. You and your Alpha.

Grazing his teeth over the skin of your stomach as he moved down your body, causing little bumps to raise all over your skin as he went. Stopping just above your core. Kissing his way up and down your thighs from your knees to your hips. Leaving little love bites along the way.

“You smell so good Omega, I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.”

That was the only warning you got before his mouth locked around our throbbing clit, causing you to moan his title like a desperate dying person. You had never felt anything like it. His tongue, his teeth, his mouth was mind-blowing, and it only took him seconds to have you writhing underneath him. A coil tightening painfully tight somewhere deep down in your stomach. Ready to spring free.

“Alpha,” you managed to say breathlessly, trying to warn him at how close you were.

“Let go Omega, let me taste you, give me everything you got,” he said before his face was buried back into your leaking cunt again.

One more lick of your clit and you went crashing over the edge. Head falling back against the pillow as you grabbed hold of his hair tightly. A growl leaving his lips as your hips bucked against him on their own. He slowed his administrations. Lapping up everything you had to give him like a starving man.

When you finally had control over your body again he crawled back up your body purring. Licking and nipping his way back up to your neck.

“You taste so good Omega, so sweet,” he said, his teeth grazing over your claiming mark before his lips collided with you. Giving you a taste of yourself still on his tongue. A desperate moan leaving your lips against his.

“Please Alpha, I need you,” you said when he pulled away from you.

“You want me to knot you pretty little Omega. Make you mine all over again. Fill that pretty little pussy up with my cum until it’s dripping out of you?”

You were virtually panting under him at this point.

“Please Alpha!” you begged against his lips.

Without warning, he slammed his hips into yours. Your slick making it easy for him to fully slide home in one trust. The tip hitting your cervix almost painfully, but pleasurable. A scream and a moan mingled together left your lips.

Kissing you deeply stealing your breath again. Making you dizzy against his lips. Giving you a moment to adjust before he pulled out almost all the way and then slammed back into you. Picking up the pace with each thrust of his powerful hips. His thick cock dragging against your fluttering walls. Hitting that place deep inside of you that only your Alpha could reach.

Before long Jensen was pounding into you at a brutal pace. Both of you a moaning mess of tangled limbs. Pulling out of you without warning Jensen flips you over on your stomach and pulls you up on your knees before slamming back into you. Picking up his pace even faster. Groans and growls leaving his chest as he slammed into you. Pounding you closer and closer to the edge until you were literally hanging on by a thread.

His thick knot starting to swell and catch at your entrance with each thrust, making it harder and harder for him to thrust into you. Filling you like he never had before.

“Alpha I’m so close!” you half moan, your face pressed into the mattress as he drilled into you.

“I know Omega me to. Cum for me sweetheart I need to feel you cum for me.”

On his command, you fell over the edge again. Moaning his name like a prayer as your walls milked his throbbing length.

Jensen shoved as hard as he could one more thrust. Locking his knot deep inside of you as he spilled into you. Floating your belly with his cum. He thrust into you as best as he could with your bodies locked together. Helping you both ride out your high.

Finally, when you were both coming down he laid you down gently on your sides. Pulling you close to his chest. His knot locking your bodies close together. His body still spilling into yours. Cum seeping out from inside of you.

Jensen was purring against you. Playing with your hair.

“You okay sweetheart?” he said, his voice is soft. His lips kissing your neck softly.

“Mmmhhhmm. Better than okay,” you said, nuzzling against him the best you could with your bodies locked together.”

“Sleep Omega. We’re home now.” Jensen said. Nuzzling into your neck as sleep overtook you.

For the first time in your life, you felt safe wrapped in your Alpha’s arms.

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klanceficatalogue · 4 years

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How about some longer, complete fics with celebrity Lance please?? If there’s not any/many of those I’d also accept some celebrity Keith

i could only find one longish one that isnt already in our famous lance tag so in the other two theyre both famous - karri

famous lance tag

PurpurBonbon by Voido (6/6 | 45,665 | Teen And Up)

“You’re not, though.”

He turned his head back and tilted it a little, not sure if he’d missed part of the conversation. McClain still sported the smile, came to a halt and held the candy up between them with both hands, like an offering.

“A downside, I mean. You’re not one of them. Thanks for this.”-------------

Owning the flashiest apartment in the worst slum district of the city, local celebrity Lance McClain is all but asking to be assaulted, robbed and murdered. The only thing that tops it all off are his cheerful, naive trust in strangers, and his inability to take a hint. From the moment Keith receives his newest mission, he’s certain that McClain has only three objectives in life: Drinking overpriced coffee, dominating social media, and making his murderer’s life absolute hell. Killing him shouldn’t be a big deal—he’s loud, obnoxious, and annoying.He’s also the only person who’s ever been so adamant to be Keith’s friend.

//violence //near death experiences //injuries

The Constellation of You and Me by Magicath8o8 (9/9 | 28,551 | Mature)

Lance is a seasoned pop-star with four albums and countless awards. He’s basically the male Cuban version of Ariana Grande. He’s a music god. But he’s decided to take a little break from music and peruse his second love, acting. He hasn’t acted since he was eighteen, but he’s excited to be behind a camera again. Takashi Shirogane, an up-and-coming director, picked Lance for his first big budget film, which is set to air just in time for the Oscar season. The film “The Constellation of You and Me” is about closeted architect David Wilde (Keith Kogane) and gay accountant Gabriel Mendez(Lance McClain) who are stranded in the Alaskan wilderness after their plane for a business fishing trip crashes leaving them the only survivors. The only problem is Keith Kogane, heartthrob and actor extraordinaire, and Lance’s co-star. With a less than pleasant first meeting, will these two be able to set aside their differences and work together? Especially when the film requires so much vulnerability and chemistry between the two?

(adam/shiro, hunk/shay)

Love Interest by iwriteshipsnotsailthem (50/50 | 195,400 | Mature)

Lance is getting his big American debut on a new T.V series called Voltron. He's excited and nervous about how amazingly talented and famous his cast members are. But most importantly Lance is anticipating meeting his character -Leandro's- love interest in the show. Who happens to played by the be mega famous, mega hot Keith Kogane.

But due to a misunderstanding during their first encounter, Lance now thinks Keith is the biggest jerk alive.

Keith now has to try and fix it, for the sake of the show, and also for the sake of their on screen romance, which may start venture off screen as well.

(adam/shiro, leandro, akira)

#asks #anon #famous lance #klance #voltron #vld #compelted #mature #au #pidge #hunk #shiro #famous #celebrity

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tracingdreams · 4 years

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Why Tasuki Hates Women: Fushigi Yuugi Special Story: Part 3 - Fuyou

“The reason why I started hating women” (Ore ga Onna-girai ni Natta Riyuu) PART THREE

~From Fushigi Yuugi Perfect World compendium, Vol 6, 2005

(Author Nishizaki Megumi, who also wrote the Gaiden novels. Original work and illustration, Watase Yuu)

Translation is mine, any errors are also mine.

Above image of Tasuki and his sisters - Eimin (centre), Rin’an (top right), Manka (bottom left), Aidou (bottom right) and Fuyou (top left).

Scene:

The Seishi are en route to Hokkan (yeah, before all the nasty kicks off) and they’re taking a break. Tasuki is recovering from his seasickness, and Miaka is keeping him company in the way only Miaka can - by eating lots and asking him probing questions. Miaka tries to figure out Tasuki’s perfect woman and Tasuki explains his childhood traumas - all five of them ;)

This is a longish story so I am splitting it into parts where there are natural divides.

“Though, you know, you’re really eating a whole lot.” [Tasuki observed]

“Am I?”

Miaka had been looking at the pork manjuu fixedly, and she got to her feet, turning her back on him for a moment.

“What are you doing? Going to get more?”

“I got it! This! Tasuki, you are, after all, a guy. What about a super sexy kind of a girl? Then you’d have no complaints, right?”

Tasuki, as though he had remembered something, clutched at his hair suddenly.

“There was one of those, too! A completely shameless one…”

---- “Shun’u! The hot water’s more like lukewarm! What are you doing? Get some more firewood!”

While puffing and blowing, Shun’u had just managed to return to the fireplace. He stood and yelled in a loud voice up towards the bathroom.

“I’ve just finished chasing away neighbours from the perimeter fence!”

The third daughter, Fuyou, had such a nice physique that, when she took a bath, it had become customary for the neighbourhood youths to gather furtively, trying to get a glimpse of her.

“Hmm,”

Fuyou’s responding murmur sounded as though she wasn’t entirely unsatisfied with this state of affairs, and she gave a mocking laugh, speaking in a sing-song voice.

“Shun’u. Come here for a minute. Wash my back for me.”

“Huh!?”

“Quickly!”

“But…but neechan, that’s a bit…I mean…I’m already twelve now…”

“What? Do you think you’re now a fully grown upstanding mature guy?”

“I…that is…”

“You’ll wash Dad’s back and Mum’s back, right? We’re family, aren’t we? No discrimination.”

“…….”

“If you’re worried about getting wet, you can take your clothes off too!”

Shun’u was extremely troubled by this, but he didn’t see anything for it but to obey, and so, in very bad temper, he stomped his way upstairs with a hand towel, and entered into the bathroom.

The delicate back of his sister, pale as though she came from the country to the West (translator’s note, it says West in katakana, but I am going to assume here Sairou?) was fully visible before him.

“Well, come wash me.”

Nervous and on edge, Shun’u tentatively began to wash Fuyou’s back.

“Ah, that feels good.”

For a while, Fuyou sat quietly, allowing Shun’u to wash her back, then, after a little while, she began to laugh, turning around suddenly to face him.

“Gyah!”

Right in front of Shun’u’s eyes were two large pork manjuu-like objects, suddenly trembling in front of him.

“Shun’u,” Fuyou suddenly embraced her younger brother with this voluptuous body. “You’re so adorable.”

Fuyou always had the habit of being more over the top than she needed to be in playing around with and babying Shun’u, often taking things to extremes. When Shun’u had been a small boy, she had dressed him up in girl’s kimonos, and it had greatly delighted her to see the result.

This playful Fuyou glanced down towards the area of Shun’u’s groin.

“What’s this? There’s nothing much there, is there! Hrm, maybe I should let you breastfeed from me!”

Shun’u was all over the place, frantically trying to get free, but, trapped in by his sister’s ample bosom, it was impossible to escape.

“Wouldn’t that be nice? It would be soft, and warm, don’t you think?”

Feeling pleased with herself, Fuyou gently patted Shun’u on the head as the young boy opened his mouth to scream.

(Translator’s note: Fuyou has problems).

*****

At Tasuki’s side, Miaka was rolling around the floor laughing.

(Translator’s note: Apparently so does Miaka).

“Don’t you get it now?” [he demanded]. “The female body is the greatest source of abject terror for me!”

Miaka wiped away her tears of laughter, and asked,

“So is that what you call a breast-attack?!”

“It’s exactly that!” Tasuki nodded firmly. “The truth is, my mother’s breasts were at least double the size of my sister Fuyou’s, too…”

(Translator’s note: Perhaps they all have problems.)

“Double?”

“Yep. Each time she had a kid they got bigger. She had enough trouble when she was feeding the older kids, but, by the time she got to me, they were as big as her head and sometimes she’d smother me by accident. I’d stop breathing.”

“Hah..”

“And when we used to sit down at the dinner table, when Ma would put the plates out for us all, her breasts would hit me on the head then as well. I was an inch away from having it snap my neck.”

“Tasuki, you’ve really been through some trouble, haven’t you?”

To be continued….

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Monday, 24 February 1840

5 1/4

2 3/4

Got up immediately on Gross’s calling us – We had nicely arranged our beds last night against the walls – Not long before A-[Ann] got up meaning up all night – I tried to bear it out – Impossible, so bit, no sleeping – Thought of Jackson who told us to put our beds on the floor in the middle of the room – Did so, and tho’ A-[Ann] says she soon followed my example I was asleep before she had moved her bed next to my mine – I had given all my things a good shake – She had caught 5 white fleas on her night cap –

All packed and ready in an hour at 6 1/4 – Then wrote the above and breakfast – Reaumur 11 1/2º on the on the window seat of one of the 4 windows in our nice little room – Larger than last night, and about 5 x 4 yards - no! 14 1/2 x 10 1/2 ft.[feet] and 8 ft.[feet] high – windows frames 4 ft.[feet] 2 in.[inches] x 2 ft.[feet] 5 in.[inches] and our 2 doors 6 ft.[feet] x 2 ft.[feet] 6 1/2 in.[inches] – Reaumur -10º dehors at 7 10/’’ a.m. –

Off at 7 1/2 – At 8 1/4 Tchudo village with neat largeish looking church and handsome clocher adjoining so as to form the great West entrance into the church – The clocher at Bolgari close adjoining to the sort of lofty porch by which one entered (West) the church – We have latterly had churches of one square domed part and a sort of aisle up to it, and porch or clocher entrance – We seem to have our 5 domed churches at Kazan – The people Tatar? At Tetiuschy and here (Tarchany) – At Tchudo piles of longish fir logs laid up under sheds – What for? For Government Magazines (said George having inquired of the Jemptschik (driver) –

Small snow driving about from about 8 a.m. snow in the night, apparently a good deal – About 9? Another village and on the high plain (apparently chiefly stubble ground) flight of birds about the size of pigeons sea-gull grey and white – Pretty looking birds – Like small seagulls – A magpie or 2 now and then – No magpies at Moscow, nor any since till 4 or 5 at Sviask – The little bee-swarm traps everywhere – A 7 or 8 in.[inches] diameter fir-branch about 20 in.[inches] long hollowed out and covered over the top like a little mill – Hung up against the house-end – Or against a high gate-post, or something high – I like travelling in Russia – I like its steppes, - Its vastness – The advantages, the luxuries of polished life are never beyond reach, yet in the intervals there is a wild freedom from the tyranny the gene of civilization that pleases me – A governed freedom where law is order and order law, and each man fears his God and honours his Sovereign and lives in good fellowship with his neighbour even amid the various peuplades de la Russie – Pretty well wooded today – Copied this out at Tarchany waiting for horses till now 12 5/’’ p.m. –

Written out at Simbirsk Tuesday 25 February

Interminable high plain covered with tops standing up above the snow, of Absinthe? such as we saw dried at the Vodki Fabrique at Liskovo? Occasionally picturesque little villages and wind mills – Now (9 3/4) three with 6 sails and one with 4 – At 9 50/’’ large village and handsome stone (probably brick covered over) white church with its clocher joining up to it and forming great West entrance into the church –

In 5 minutes thro’ the village and cross little frozen river? Tarchany at 11 5/’’ poorish little Tartar village – Poor little Station House with ox gut instead of glass windows – But 2 rooms – One for the family &c. (sick animals or what not) and the little room with oven-stove in it that we were in the people coming in to look at us as if we were some strange animals such as they had not seen the like before – The windows (of the gut of cattle) did not shew any joining and yet the glazings, the sheets of darkish brownish shrivelly gut? must have about 2 ft.[feet] by 18 to 20 in.[inches]? In many Isbas, cottages (as we came along vide p.[page] 36.) we had seen the windows done in little squary panes glazed with this gut, tho’ the gut is generally in one piece large enough to glaze the whole opening – While waiting at Tarchany wrote out journal and on going away bought 10 eggs (boiled by George’s mistake) -/20 and ten unboiled -/40 the people Tartars with small dark eyes, and a sharpish looking countenance and dark complexion quite different from Russians –

Off at 12 20/’’ with very poor cattle fed the moment before setting off – The 1st time we have been so badly horsed but the Tartars do not keep their horses so well as the Russians – Virshka (pronounced Vēērshkah) at 3 as I supposed on driving into the village – Good church and clocher seen in the distance – But no! We had turn out of our a little to the left into this village to see if we could get horses – None to be had – I did not know this till 3 1/4, when George came to say we had 9 versts to go and these horses could not take us – The Courier beat our near horse and then our driver – The man cried or whined, and said he could not get horses on – True they were 3 sorry animals, and our servants had not better – I said they must go au pas (foots-pace) – They must take us – We should arrive sometime at Virshka where they said at the last village we were sure to get horses –

At 3 55/’’ copse forest of oak and lime and a few hazels – The young lime twigs red – Query, were not any red willows on the Volga islands from Nijni, Limes? Lime-bushes? Still snowing, small snow – At 4 5/’’ fair and the sun out, and we crawl on – At 5 7/’’ Virshka at last – Poor little Morduan village – 20 or more men and boys and as many women and girls about us in a few minutes – Quite a throng, all trying to get a peep at us – Quite different looking people from our sharp countenanced Tartars of Tarchany more Fin-like – Broader faces, and stupider looking – Morduans – The Shubes of the Tartars more jacket like than those of the Russians, and the dress of these Morduans in shape like that of the Tartars but generally of a dark brown coarse woollen cloth rather than sheepskin –

Much ado to get horses – What did we come here for? Not the great route – Should have 5 horses each Kibitka but only 8 to be had – A-[Ann] and I did not get out of our Kibitka – Left he Courier to fight it out among them as he best could – Thought we were off at 6 1/4 – But they had given us 5 horses and a boy on the 2 leaders and we stopped to take off one of our horses and give it to the servants so that each Kibitka had 4 horses, or we should have left the servants behind – They could not have kept pace with us – This yoking 4 horses abreast and leaving our boy that was to have driven our pair of leaders, took 20 minutes so that it was 6 35/’’ before we were really en route again – This is worse said George than the Tartars; but they keep their horses better so that we shall get on faster –

We had one verst to go from the village before getting to the Volga, and then the rest of our road lay on the frozen river – Too dark to see anything – How unlucky we are in this respect – We had hurried in the morning to reach Simbirsk by daylight – in vain – I slumbered till we had gone 12 versts – Then got out for a moment went behind the servants kibitka and did job first time of so managing could not alight the last stage –

Then slept the rest of the way, and alighted at Simbirsk at 11 1/4 – But we had surely been 1/2 hour hunting for lodgings – The town had been burnt said George – Difficult to find a lodging – However at 11 1/4 good comfortable 3 room apartment the servants being somewhere – Tea things and Semovar all very nicely and quickly brought up, and sat down to tea about 12 – Had Domna – read a little - ∴[therefore] late in bed –

View of Simbirsk. (Image source)

Undressed, and had our sheets, a luxury we owe to the prévoyance of La Charmante Princesse – Driving small snow almost all the day till about 4 (vide line 3 from bottom last p.[page]) and soon after then had the snow shaken off our Chalats and bags &c. and A-[Ann] feeling it cold had the door on my side shut – That on her side shut all day – A[Ann] queerish and impatient so shut my door and no more of her

versts

7 1/2 to 11 5/’’ Tatiuschi to Tarchany . 30 12 20/’’ to 5 7/’’ T-[Tarchany] to Virshka (pron[ounce]d Veershkah) 25 6 35/’’ to 11 1/4 V-[Virshka] to Simbirsk (4 h[or]ses each Kibit[k]a) 30

Route from Bolgar to Simbirsk (todays Ulyanovsk).

[in the margin of the page:] Bee-swarm traps

[in the margin of the page:] ox-gut windows p.[page] 36

[in the margin of the page:] Simbirsk

Page References: SH:7/ML/E/24/0023 and SH:7/ML/E/24/0024

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Anon 1 said:

Hey, love the blog. Found a fic a while ago set in WS where Bucky thinks he has to kiss captain America for his mission. Then they do and he remembers Steve. It happens during the highway scene I think. Looked everywhere can’t find it. Please help!

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Anon 2 said:

hey! there’s this fic post-cacw where wanda places trigger words in steve’s head and then removes them to show bucky that it can work. i was wondering if anyone knew the title of that fic? i would love to read it again. thanks!

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beyondkailani said:

Hi I've been hunting high and low for this fic without success for a couple of days now. It's post-WS and Steve gets Bucky a weighted blanket which helps him sleep. Any ideas what it could be? It's been driving me crazy! Thanks!

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Anon 3 said:

hey! theres a fic that i cant find and it was with under age modern bucky and he lived above steve who was captain america and he kept sneaking in and meeting up with steve and in the end, bucky showed up at one of steves speeches and they just smiled at each other! please help!

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killanine said:

Hi, I'm looking for a specific fic where Bucky has telekinetic powers and Steve didn't know? Bucky didn't really use his powers for anything besides making it easier to do domestic things (cooking, summoning things from across the room), and Steve walks in on Bucky using his powers and he's all like "what's going on???" I think it was a oneshot, kinda fluffy. (It might've been the other way around, with Steve being the one who had the powers, but I'm pretty sure it was Bucky.) Thanks!

Anon 4 said:

I don’t know if my ask was eaten up or never got to you guys, but it’d be great if you could help me. I’m looking for this fic where Bucky heard Steve say something and he accidentally wished more Bucky’s from different dimensions and then Bucky ended up wishing for Steve too and they had to find a Bucky and Steve to match and send back to their universe and a lot of the Steve and Bucky’s were inspired from other fics as well. I looked everywhere and I was really hoping you could help me find it

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Anon 5 said: (sex work)

i cant find this one fic where they live in a futuristic dystopian-ish au and bucky has the metal on his arm exposed and cant get handcuffs put on otherwise itll stop working. steve is a cop. natasha is there and she has liho in it. i think bucky was a prostitute and steve comes back to apologize but bucky misunderstands and they sleep together, so steve leaves without giving him any money. can u help me find it by any chance? 🥺

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Anon 6 said:

hey i’m looking for a fic about steve and bucky going on a school camping trip or something they get lost and have sex i remember bucky basically being an outcast and steve having a protective mother

Anon 7 said: (/others)

Hey, I’m looking for a fic bucky and Steve where separated for 15 years. They meet up at a stark industries party Bucky is Tony’s bodyguard and Steve is a professor. They fuck on Steve’s desk while Steve is married to Sharon carter. I’d be so pleased if you could find it.

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Anon 8 said:

I'm looking for a fic where Bucky wasn't dusted in IW. It follows EG with some divergence. Bucky stays with Nat at the Compound and sometimes at Steve's apartment. It's established relationship and I remember this part Steve comes to the Compound to pick up Bucky and he and Nat talk. Another scene later is Bucky crying in his room remembering Tony's parents (Bucky and Tony don’t become friends I THINK). Steve walks in on him. It was a longish one-shot I believe and maybe an EG fix it. Thanks!

Anon 9 said:

Helloo! This was asked a little while back but, im looking for a fic where Steve is sent into this perfect dream world by a djinn (who also happens to be slowly draining the life forces of people stuck in these dreamverses??) Steve and Bucky were married in the alt dream verse and I think Clint and nat were married + had kids?? If anyone knows what im talking about I'll be forever grateful lol thankss

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Anon 10 said:

i’m looking for a fic i read not too long ago. it has recovering bucky and he almost kills natasha because she is following him at some point. him and steve have three cats that they call the pizzas. bucky is sorta adopted by a family that runs a restaurant bc he’s a huge foodie. he has a best friend named joey/josefina? and is the god father of a baby named nina i think? i can’t find it anywhere i would really appreciate the help.

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free-2bmee said:

Hi! This has been bugging me, but I’m looking for a nsfw fic...or maybe Drabble? where Buck is f*cking Steve and because of their position he makes Steve duck his own c*ck?

Anon 11 said:

hello! i’m looking for a fic where steve and bucky get stuck in like a morgue while on a mission and then have sex in it because there’s gas outside. then the rest of the team lets them out. thank you guys for all of your hard work!!!

Anon 12 said:

i read a fic a long time ago where one of them fake proposes to the other with like an onion ring as a bet? and then they move in together and one of them works at a department store and they have a pet fish and i cannot find it!

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