#also this song is so easy to play. so sexy when a song only has three chords and none of them are G.

[sciderman]

so i've been learning the banjo

#sci speaks #sci sings #it's something i've wanted to do for so so long.. all my rolemodels play the banjo. #dolly parton.. kermit the frog... lazlo (from camp lazlo) #oh! the song is panic vertigo by the wrecks. i love the wrecks. they resonate deeply with me. i too am a wreck. #also this song is so easy to play. so sexy when a song only has three chords and none of them are G.

[blues-valentine]

A random analysis but I have to give it to NHIE for always keeping the dreams vs reality themes of the show and how Devi never viewed Ben as a romanticized ideal.

All of Devi’s “love interests” were introduced to her by a “slow motion” entrance. Paxton, Des and Ethan. To symbolize a very superficial, rather romanticized view. Ben’s introduction on the pilot by contrast is framed by him looking back at her with the announcement “and this is Devi’s nemesis”, painting him as an equal and also as someone that integral to Devi’s life.

And I kinda like that during their moment at the finale, there's a slow motion happening but it's not for Ben or Devi, its for their moment.

On 201, right off the bat, McEnroe’s narration feels like it’s tainted in sarcasm. “Devi lay in her bed pondering these two grand romantic gestures. Ben had broken the law, stolen his Dad's car, and risked his life to help her say goodbye to her dad, but Paxton had left her a voicemail.” because for Devi, just the idea that the popular hot guy left her a voicemail is epic. Season 2 has a theme of Devi romanticizing a lot of Paxton’s minimal actions, including the status of their relationship because then later Devi found out that she romanticized all of their interactions to the point she didn't even notice he didn't call her his girlfriend once.

210 is called “…been a perfect girl” and I think we know by now that Devi’s idea of “perfection” was about external views. In this finale, she ends up with Paxton in what feels like a perfect picture (that later was referenced as a dream that she outgrew with Dr. Ryan) and the catch is that the first thing Devi says is “So, I guess I am Paxton’s Hall Yoshida’s girlfriend now”. Not just Paxton, but his full name, because it’s his full name the one that brings out the status of his entire persona, just like when she wrote his full name on her grief journal on the pilot.

Yes, Devi referring to Paxton majority of Season 1 and Season 2 by his full name matters a lot.

And funny enough, Paxton and Devi never get to actually dance a romantic song during winter prom. And it gets brough up by Devi yelling "are you serious? now you play a fast song?" so “their song” ends up being Ben’s song. Say Something by Kylie Minogue was playing during their dance and narrating Ben’s internal struggles about Devi. Not highlighting anything significant about Devi and Paxton's new status.

(and after "She wanted to chose you. It's not always been him" scene I don't know how there was any doubt it was always going to be Ben.)

With Devi and Paxton’s “couple entrance” on 301 the narration says “this is what fairy tales are made of” with Dreams of You playing.

A lot of the problem with Devi's relationship with Paxton was not only her insecurities but the fact she never was able to see him for him. Not in the ways she always saw Ben. And for someone that still wanted validation from the crowd it was hard to let go of that idea, which is why she needed to date Paxton first.

Catch this, for 304, the song playing when Des and Devi are in the car says "looking for the next thing, looking for that next dream."

On 310, Devi doesn’t have stomach knots with Paxton because she finally got over that idea. She dated him, she knew was it feels like. There won’t be “what if…” in her future. She learned to value herself, she gathered experiences and so those rose colored ideas of him went away.

209/409 being parallels of each other was great too because for 209 we have Paxton smoothly climbing Devi’s window to make out. It is supposed to be sexy and forbidden. Similar to Devi's dream on 102. In contrast, 409 does the same thing with Ben and even jokes about it. Ben’s entrance is way less smooth, he is panting and even asks Devi if Paxton used to do that all the time because it's treacherous. Devi responds very nonchalantly with “it always seemed pretty easy for him”. And there's a reason that interaction was written. It’s almost as if to show her illusion of Paxton has completely washed off. She not longer views it as a grand thing he did and instead we have Ben being a very real person. And I love how instead of making out under some blurred lines, it’s just Ben going to her so he can comfort her and they ended up having a very real conversation that ends with them falling sleep.

The show illustrates these themes with the soundtrack as well. Devi and Paxton’s songs usually have a very sexy vibe and cover themes around dreams, illusions and failing relationships. Example: Playing Games, Heat Waves, Dreams Of You, Love Goes, Fire For You. While Ben and Devi's songs are usually about a love that won't go away and the one you have been waiting for. Example: Boys Like You, Take Off, Eres Tu, Running, My Rose, Fade Into You. @rainparadefromhell has a post talking about the meaning of the soundtrack in lenght (here).

Season 3 does a great job illustrating by the end that Devi has finally come to terms with Paxton as a dream she held onto as a distraction from her grief. Season 3 finale had Dr. Ryan tell Devi: “When you lock yourself into a dream of what your life should be, you limit yourself.” And process to tell Devi she’s been locked up into a very particular dream since the show started: dating the hottest and most popular guy at school (Paxton), wanting to be miss popular and go to Princeton and that she probably has outgrown some of those dreams. It goes to tell Devi (and the audience) she’s not the same girl from freshman/sophomore year.

Devi accepts her words because she knows it’s true. That dream was only the means for Devi to feel the acceptance and normalcy she craved after a traumatic event. And once she is able to recognize that for herself and to Paxton, it all suddenly makes sense. Ben is the one she has always wanted. Ben with his flaws and sense of groundedness. She wanted him ever since Malibu and that's never going to change. So, later the narration goes “…her dream had evolved…but there was maybe a part of the old dream that still interested her, and per Dr. Ryan, she was about to surprise herself.” And she goes to Ben. He represents both her old and new dreams because he is a constant.

At the end of the day, when it comes to Devi making choices closer to her own wants and needs, she always goes to Ben. Once Devi understood what those old dreams meant for herself. It was game over. By chosing to sleep with Ben, she made her choice. On Season 4, Paxton was not a choice. She wasn't confused about her feelings. Ethan was not a choice either. It was always Ben. There was no one for Devi but Ben. And no one for Ben but Devi. The triangle ended the moment Devi came off from those rose colored lenses on Season 3 and when she is able to form a friendship with Paxton and finally see him as an equal. She doesn’t want him back because she’s never been in love with him. She's in love with Ben.

#nhie #nhie season 4 #never have i ever #paxton hall yoshida #devi vishwakumar #ben gross #devi x ben #benvi #text post #meta

[christinesficrecs]

Hi!! Do you have any fic recs where derek is completely head over heels for stiles from the very beginning?? Like completely in love and smitten ♡ it can be AUs or teen wolf universe ♡

Well, I might know a few. ❤️

Derek's Epic Love Story by arrowofcarnations | 11.5K | Explicit

Derek Hale is good at getting what he wants. Unfortunately, what he wants now is Stiles Stilinski, who doesn't exactly seem to be in the mood for his shit.

Scrubbing Bubbles by MargaretKire | 46K | Explicit

Stiles thought it would be easy doing janitorial work for an office. At first, it really was. The job only took a few hours in the evenings and it helped pay for rent and college. Sure, Hale Industries took up an entire floor in one of the downtown financial buildings, but the place was new and easy to care for. He didn’t even have to spend much time cleaning the huge corner office, because the trash was nearly always empty and the office itself was spotless, like no one used it.

It was basically the perfect college job. At least, until the boss started staying late.

Sidequest by bleep0bleep | 11.4K

Agent Derek Hale has been working up the courage to ask his partner Stiles out on a date (finally!) when he heads out on a solo mission—without Derek. Eager to provide support, Derek arrives in Beacon Hills, only there is no mission, and Stiles' dad thinks Derek is Stiles' boyfriend. Well. It could be worse.

If being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as hell. by DropsOfAddiction | 14.3K | Explicit

Derek tries and fails to shut his gaping mouth as Stiles arrives at his desk, heartbeat rabbiting a little faster than usual.

Stiles grabs a file out of his desk, muttering something about forgetting to mail it yesterday and needing to get it down to filing by Monday. Derek’s barely paying attention, unable to concentrate with the scent of him right under his nose.

He leans over Derek to grab an empty envelope from their shared stationary tray and Derek knows he’s absolutely fucked when he sees how his trousers are moulded to his perfect ass.

“So.... how do I look?” Stiles asks casually as he stands back up, as if his very presence hasn’t just given Derek a very sudden and uncomfortable boner.

He looks like he should be on the cover of GQ.

You’d Be So Good To Come Home To by SylvieW | 5K

In Stiles’ final year of college, Derek decides to rebuild the Hale house. He keeps asking for Stiles’ opinion on the house plans. Stiles doesn't realize that Derek is building the house with a mate in mind.

Put Out the Fire (but not the one in my heart) by omelet | 2.8K

Derek thinks this is getting a little out of hand. Because honestly, he never would have guessed that he would one day come to own a firemen-themed calendar.

I Intend to be Independently Blue by Loz | 21.7K | Mature

Stiles is the worst thing that could have happened to Derek. He hasn't been wolfing out at inopportune moments since his teens, but only because he has a system in place. And this is where Stiles comes into play. Because he's been messing with this system, and doesn't even know. Also, there's a wendigo.

sing me a song, piano man by bleep0bleep | 2.2K

Derek’s worked at McCall’s for three years, just about as long Stiles has been the pianist, and not once has Stiles ever sung a song about him.

Queer Your Coffee by alisvolatpropiis | 3K

Derek's just over the city line when he sees a sign for an independent drive-thru place, Full Spectrum Brew. There are three cars in line when he turns in, which annoys him but gives him hope. Not that he really trusts the people of Beacon Hills to have much taste when it comes to coffee (god, he is a snob), but the shop’s popularity does seem to bode well. The line of cars moves way more slowly than he’d like, each customer in front of him seeming to take way too long to order, and then lingering when they get their coffee. He’s irritable from lack of sleep and an even more detrimental lack of caffeine, anxious to get out of the car. Finally it’s his turn and he slowly rolls up to the window, turning the radio down.

For a second, he thinks he must have fallen asleep while he was waiting, because what he sees when he looks in the window surely must be a dream.

Stunning brown eyes like glowing honey and sweet little nose, slightly upturned; a shapely pink mouth, bottom-lip pierced by a thin black hoop that he's worrying with the tip of his tongue as he smiles a gorgeous hello.

He's the most beautiful man Derek's ever seen.

And he’s shirtless.

Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf by lielabell | 35.4K | Mature

Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.

The Love You Save (May Be Your Own) by Nokomis 17.5K

Everyone falls magically in love with Stiles. Well, except for Derek, who is suspiciously immune.

Wet T-Shirts For Charity by LadyDrace | 2.4K

Derek takes his car to a charity car wash. He didn't realize the wash came with a side of sexual frustration and pining.

How Derek Got His Groove Back by WhoNatural | 4.3K | Explicit

Cora kicks him under the table. “Do you have the hots for the baby lawyer?” she hisses urgently, and Derek blinks at her, feeling his face heat.

“Don’t be ridiculous. He’s young enough to be my--”

“Younger brother,” she cuts in, and shakes her head. “Age difference excuses do not fly with me. Are you gonna ask him out? Derek, you need to do something about that.”

“About what?” he says, frowning, watching as Stiles sits down at a table with a group of older, lawyer-types.

“The fact that you’re both about one drink away from sex in some janitor’s closet.”

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #pining!derek #mutual pining #idiots in love

[smilesrobotlover]

skord skord?

Ah yes, another overhated Zelda game that is in my top three. I’ve played this game on the switch and I will say, it’s so much better than the Wii, so if you haven’t played it yet, try to play it on the switch.

Anyways this is one of the few video games that have made me cry. The story is so good and it makes me SUPER emotional. The Link is probably one of the few Links with so much personality poured into him, his relationship with Zelda is super sweet and fun, and the characters and world of skyloft is incredible. The side quests for gratitude crystals is not only wholesome but gets you closer with the residents, so it feels like an island where you grew up with these people. There’s so much to do in this game and I just… AGH I adore it to DEATH.

Groose is easily one of the best characters in Zelda with his incredible development. He’s so complex and insecure about himself and seeing him work through his issues in the game and become good friends with Link is so incredibly wholesome to me. Impa is a strict but sexy awesome character who’s entire story and character is insane to me.

And Fi… she is such an overhated character. Link in this story is super animated and full of personality meanwhile Fi is cold and distant, and these two complement each other so well. And even though she seems to lack personality, she has some moments here and there where she’s being a character, and those moments are amazing. Her saying goodbye to Link affected me more than Midna because you could just feel the bittersweetness. This character is with you through every game with the master sword. And despite not feeling emotions, Fi was happy with Link, and she truly cared about him, just like he cares about her. And I sob everytime. I love Fi she’s one of my favorite companions ever and I wish she wasn’t hated on so much because she doesn’t deserve it.

And let’s not forget Ghirahim, one of my fav characters of all time. He’s such a fascinating and well written villain who rivals Link perfectly! And most bosses in this game are relatively easy to me. But Ghirahim is one of the few bosses that is very hard. He’s not one of those villains that talk a lot of crap and then die in five seconds. He’s a challenge! You’re definitely inexperienced and he’s clearly just toying with you in the beginning! He actually works hard against you in this game instead of sitting around, and the final battle with him, he is truly giving his all, regretting not killing you in the beginning. When he said “what are you?” To Link after being defeated is INCREDIBLE. There was actually a character analysis about him and Groose so I really can’t talk about their characters without talking for five years lol. But yeah, Ghirahim is a GOOD character. And he actually succeeds in what he’s doing! He revives his master! That’s how you know that he’s a genuine threat! Gosh he’s so good

Now for the flaws, alas. The sky isn’t the best? The loftwings are underutilized (Link’s loftwing isn’t even named :/), the world is very small and limited (except for Lanayru, they put all their good ideas into there fr), and there’s a lot of fluff. Like hunting down the song of the hero is just unnecessary to me. Faron is an idiot for not trusting you despite saving her life, then Eldin is just, completely forgettable, and Lanayru is fine. I just don’t like the song of the hero part that much. But of course when you unlock it, that cut scene is incredible.

Another thing is Demise. He sucks. He’s such a boring character to me and he’s way too easy as a final boss fight. Like you see Ghirahim giving his all and then demise just dies immediately 💀💀 but the final boss is the most cinematic boss fight ever so that def is a plus. And I also don’t like the introduction of Hylia. She makes the lore so much more boring and confusing and I wish she didn’t exist. Same thing with demise. Having them there was… a choice that was made and doesn’t answer any questions about Link, Zelda, and Ganondorf. Heck, Ganondorf really shouldn’t be included with them. Sure he’s a reoccurring villain, but he’s the same guy everytime, he’s never reincarnated like Link and Zelda. Unless you want to count that as Ganon but I don’t like that whole idea. Idk, it complicates the lore a bit and I can understand why people didn’t like that.

But otherwise a fantastic game that impacted me SO much.

#asks #you’ll see that my favorite Zelda games impacted me the most emotionally

[e-dubbc11]

400 Follower Celebration | Song Lyric Prompts

*You know I'm a sucker for a good song lyric game. XD

Muse: Donald Pierce Song Lyrics: "I turn my back and you're messin' around. I'm not bein' jealous. Don't like lookin' like a clown." -Joan Jett & the Blackhearts ;)

If not that one, then here's another encouraging nudge from yours truly… ;)

Muse: Quinn Mckenna Song Lyrics: Runnin' just as fast as we can, holdin' onto one another's hand. Tryin' to get away into the night and then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground and then you say, "I think we're alone now."

LMAO! I couldn't resist. I figure that whole scenario would make for a great getaway scene that could lead to something hot and heavy with Quinn endin' up on top of the other muse or somethin'. LOL! Either way, I have absolute faith in your abilities to tap into both muses, sweetheart! Just have fun with it and go for whatever gets those juices flowin'! Happy 400 Followers, darlin'! *hugs tight and smooches yer cheek* MUAH! <333

DAX!!! Thank you so so much for following me and I know we haven’t had any lately (I’m sorry) but I love our little chats, they always make me smile 😊 I send you all the hugs and smooches right back to ya! ♥️

And thank you for sending in this prompt and being a part of my celebration . I chose Pierce for this one (maybe I’ll do Quinn too at some point) but I wanted to get this one out for you. But please be gentle, this is my first time writing for him. I hope you like it ♥️

I Hate Myself for Loving You

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Donald Pierce x F! Reader

Warnings: A swear word or two, bit of angst, fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 2k-ish

Summary: Your new job at Alkali-Transigen has you crushing on the head of security

A/N: This is my first time writing for Pierce, I hope I did an ok job. Thank you for reading!

You accepted the job at Alkali-Transigen because it was the only place willing to hire you with little laboratory experience but you also hoped it would be temporary. You were very familiar with what they did there.

Yes, they were mutants but they were children. They didn’t have families, they grew up inside the facility, treated like science experiments, and were designed to be used as weapons.

But they were just kids and they deserved to grow up in a place where they could just be…kids, not in a holding room or being watched by armed guards outside their rooms.

Even though you didn’t work directly with the kids, you did everything you could to make them feel like someone cared like by bringing them candy, little toys, coloring books, and crayons.

You just felt bad for them and always wished you could do more.

Donald Pierce was head of security and leader of a militant group called the Reavers and when you saw him on your first day at Transigen, you were smitten even though you knew you shouldn’t be. Everyone told you to stay away from him but you didn’t listen.

You had heard he dated a couple of the nurses at Transigen that didn’t end well. And he was also the one they sent out to bring back anyone that tried to run, so you did your best to keep your head down and do the job you were hired to do.

Temporary…it’s only temporary.

He found you working on a Saturday morning in the lab, finishing up some paperwork you didn’t get done the day before.

“Oh…I’m sorry, darlin’. I didn’t know anyone else was here.” He said.

God, his accent was sexy. You played it cool though.

“Oh it’s alright, Mr. Pierce. I’m just finishing up and I’ll be leaving soon, if you need me out faster I can just—“ You stated before he cut you off.

“Now, now I didn’t say you had to leave. You just took me by surprise, is all. That’s not easy to do either. And Mr. Pierce is too formal for someone like me, so please call me Donald or Donnie is fine too. It’s nice to meet you Miss…” He trailed off.

You were hypnotized by his sly smile and southern charm but you snapped out of your trance long enough to answer him.

“Oh! It’s y/l/n…y/f/n y/l/n. I just started a month or so ago.”

One side of his mouth curled up into a slight smile.

“Oh no, I remember. You had your hair pulled back in a low bun that day and I noticed you had a little skull and crossbones pin on your lab coat there.” He said. “As you can see, I’m a fan of the skull and crossbones also.” Chuckling a little, he pointed to the tattoo on his throat.

His memory was impressive. There were a lot of new hires that started that day and he remembered you.

“You have a good memory Mr. Pierce.” You said, completely forgetting that he said it was alright you call him by his first name.

“Well, I never forget a pretty face.” He said with a warm smile, flashing his gold tooth.

Heat rose to your cheeks and warmth spread across your chest as you felt yourself turn different shades of red which is when he asked you to go out for a drink with him. It was the first of many dates with Donald Pierce.

He definitely did not look like Prince Charming, however he could be VERY charming and sweet. That slight southern drawl when he’d call you “sweetheart” or “baby,” made you weak in the knees. The bad boy type always enticed you, gripped you tightly and never wanted to let go and Donnie was no exception.

It was difficult to explain why you were attracted to a guy who had a mechanical arm, a throat tattoo, and a gold tooth but he really was handsome and his bad boy persona made him irresistible to you. He couldn’t be all bad though, could he?

But you weren’t the only one who found his bad boy image irresistible.

It seemed like everywhere you went together, women found Donnie attractive and they never tried to hide it either but what really upset you was when he would flirt back. Who knows what he did when you weren’t around. Maybe you were starting to regret not taking the advice from your co-workers, they did warn you after all.

You wondered if any of them had developed deeper feelings for Donnie so they hated seeing him with you and you hated the fact that you might be in love with him. Was he husband material? Or were you just having fun?

He hasn’t said what his feelings are toward you either so maybe it was just a fling and that’s why he flirted with other women. There was never talk of being exclusive and Donnie did seem like the guy you used as a fling between boyfriends rather than being an actual boyfriend.

He seemed to really like you too though.

“You haven’t run screamin’ for the hills yet but I’m not exactly the kinda guy you bring home to meet mom, ya know? The things Transigen has asked me to do…you don’t know the half of it, sweetheart. But I have to be a strong leader and I relay the orders I get to the Reavers. I can’t appear weak. I’m just not a good guy. I promise you, I do my best not to hurt them when I bring them back after they run.” He told you.

“I know the kind of work you do. I tell myself that ‘it’s just his job, it’s not all that he is’. You’re not a bad guy, Donnie.” You told him.

It scared you to think of telling him how you actually felt about him. He said he was surprised that you didn’t even flinch a little when he touched his mechanical hand to your skin. It was something that he was always a little ashamed of and it surprised you that he actually shared that with you.

“I’m not whole, darlin’.” He had said.

You had touched his mechanical hand, held it in yours and told him that it was just a part of him. It didn’t make him any less of a person in your eyes but he worried. He worried about hurting you, if he gripped your skin too tightly there wasn’t any sensation in his hand so he didn’t know how much pressure he was applying.

“I know you’d never hurt me, Donnie. You never have.” You had said.

But that was a lie.

True, he had never hurt you physically but emotionally, it hurt to watch him flirt with other women though and more than you cared to admit to. It wasn’t necessarily jealousy, it was just humiliating.

And it all boiled over one night when you met him out for dinner and drinks at your favorite local bar. Earlier on the phone, he said he was having a rough day and that he just wanted to relax with dinner and drinks with “his girl.”

As you stepped into the crowded bar, you scanned the crowd for Donnie and found him sitting at a low table in the dimly lit bar area. A wide smile stretched across your lips as you got closer to him but that smile disappeared when you saw the beautiful blonde in a short tight dress sitting across from him.

“There she is. Hey baby.” He waved and turned to the blonde and said, “you’re in her seat, darlin’.”

Your cheeks flamed with anger and your tightly clenched fists rested at your sides with your knuckles showing white.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ya know what? I’ll go. You can have dinner with “legs” here.” You said, turning on your heels and heading for the door.

You heard him call out after you.

“Baby wait! Y/N!”

Suddenly, you felt cold hard metal wrap around your wrist and then your body was being pulled into the coat closet.

“Let go of me, Donnie…NOW!” You yelled.

He shook his head and pressed his lips together in a straight line before saying, “No, I’m not letting go until you tell me what the hell that was all about, sweetheart.”

He gazed down at you with his sky blue eyes, standing close enough to you that you were sharing the same air and because he was holding onto you with his mechanical arm, he couldn’t feel how hot your skin was from the pent up anger you’ve been holding on to for awhile now.

“I don’t like lookin’ like a fool, Donald! How do you think that makes me feel when you flirt with other women like that? And that’s not the first time!” You said, sternly.

Still holding onto your wrist, he replied, “They flirt with me, baby. I don’t wanna be rude. Are ya jealous?” He asked calmly.

“I’m not jealous, I’m embarrassed and I am mad at you and I hate myself for it because it’s not like we’ve ever talked about being exclusive or anything, so I know I don’t really have any right to be angry or jealous but...” You said trailing off with tears burning the back of your eyes and turning away from him so he wouldn’t see the tears that were about to spill over and streak down your cheeks.

He let go of your wrist and with his other hand turned your head toward him and tilted your chin up so you were looking into his eyes.

“Baby, I don’t want you to feel that way. Why would you say that you hate yourself?” He asked.

You inhaled sharply before letting out a long exhale.

“Because…I’ve fallen for you, Donnie.” You whispered. “And I’m afraid you don’t feel the same way because of the way you are always flirting with other women in front of me.”

Your tears had spilled over.

“Well, number one that’s no reason to hate yourself, I am pretty easy to fall for. It’s the accent isn’t it.” He said with a smug smile on his face as you rolled your eyes. But his tone changed as he said, “I really don’t mean to flirt back, I am just tryin’ be polite, darlin’ but I’ll do better because…I’ve fallen for you too, Y/N.” He said, brushing the tear away from your cheek.

Shaking his head, he said. “I don’t hear the L-word very often. But that is what you meant, right?”

You snaked your arms around his neck and gave him a warm smile.

“Yes Donnie, that’s what I meant.” You said and gently pressed your lips to his. “I do love you, ya know when you’re not sitting with hot blondes in tight dresses.”

He let out a little laugh.

“Your ass is the only one I wanna look at in a short tight dress. I love you, sweetheart.” He said.

You pulled him into a tight embrace and Donald winced in pain.

“Easy darlin’, I got shot today.” He said with a slightly wicked smile.

Your mouth dropped as you lifted his shirt and saw the bloody bandage on his oblique but it didn’t look bad.

“Is this what you meant earlier when you said you had a ‘bad day!!?’” You asked with concern in your voice.

He captured your lips again, his were warm and firm as his tongue parted your lips to tangle with yours. The bristles of his beard lightly tickled your cheeks, causing you to giggle. His mechanical hand gripped your waist tightly, pulling you flush with him while his other hand tangled in your hair.

He winked and gave you a sly smile, showing off his gold tooth. “It’s just a flesh wound, baby. C’mon, I’ll tell ya all about it over dinner.”

Tagging: @munsonownsmyass @ilovewhiteroses (I know you ladies love Boyd also) feel free to ignore 🤣

#ericca’s 400 follower celebration #lovely friend Dax #donald pierce #donald pierce x reader #logan 2017

[inbarfink]

So my read of “Time Warp” and it’s place in, like, the greater picture of ‘Rocky Horror’, is that... it’s almost like a microcosm of the whole show in a way? You take a piece of 50′s-60′s kitsch (Horror\Sci-Fi B-Movies for all of Rocky Horror, silly dance crazes for the Time Warp) and you, well, warp it through a 70′s sexy countercultural lense. Time Warp’s vaugely sci-fi time-travel theme isn’t that out of place with actual 60′s dance crazes when you consider the Monster Mash and the Martian Hop exist, but the fact that it prominently features pelvic thrust as one of it’s main moves gives it a bit more of a sexual undertone.

The big common theme of the verses is to, like, exaggerate the tone in which these dance-craze-song talk about the dances to a comedic level. So instead of the song going “oh do this dance it’s so fun!” it’s “this dance is the only thing that is keeping me sane, it’s like a dream, it literally transformed me into a being that cannot sense time!”. 

And each spesific verse has one of Frank’s entourage do their silly praise of the Time Warp by comparing it to something thats:

A. Weird to Compare a Dance To B. Somehow on the theme of 70′s Counterculture C. Relevant to their character.

If we start with Riff-Raff’s verse:

This is... drug imagery. Specifically alcoholism (”Drinking those moments when\the blackness would hit me”). Now, Rocky Horror is surprisingly more coy in its references to Drugs compared to it’s trio partner, Sex and Rock’n’roll... but those that exist do tend to center around Riff-Raff: the “Flow Morphia slow” line in ‘Over the Frankenstein’s Place’, “He thought you were the candy man” was apparently in reference to an old euphemism for a drug dealer, you can catch him down an entire bottle of wine when the characters go to the lab...

Riff-Raff’s verse is about comparing the Time Warp to a drug. Cause those are both ways he tries to hold on to his sanity against the general misery and dismay of his life. 

Magenta’s verse is also interesting:

First, I will remind everyone that Riff’s the one who sing the “you’re under sedation” part of the verse. Again, comparing the Time Warp to a drug is kinda his Thing.

Meanwhile, Magenta’s thing is more... I guess you can like this verse to her habit of spying on people via the castle’s security cameras, but I think it’s more about fiction? And probably spesifically movies. I mean, when you watch a movie, you’re like a voyeur from another universe, watching everything while being totally unseen. It’s often compared to a dream or a freeing fantasy. (And since in the stage version, Magenta generally shares an actress with the Usherette that sings Science Fiction/Double Feature, you can say that there IS literally a version of Magenta in another dimension watching all of this unfold). Movies are known for playing with one’s sense of time... and that’s exactly why Magenta’s comparing it to dancing the Time Warp.

The connection to the 70′s\counterculture theme is a bit more loose compared to her brother Riff-Raff, but she is framing watching movies\doing the Time Warp as a very surrealist and kinda sexual (’with voyeuristic intention’) thing, which is pretty out-of-step with the kind of meanstream culture at the time . For her both dancing and movies are a way to mess with her sense of reality. 

Columbia’s verse is the most obvious in regards to her character:

Columbia compares the Time Warp to love, or maybe sex. probably both. This is clearly deeply relevant to her character and also easy to connect with the fun and thrill of the Time Warp Dance. I think here, time ‘meaning nothing’ refers to the hedonistic lifestyle she’s leading. Time means nothing when you’re only living for the now. I know some people like to debate whatever the snake-of-a-guy is talking about Eddie or Frank, but...

I actually think... if we are to look at this verse as a literal thing that happened to her, it makes more sense if it’s just Some Guy? Like, this is just Columbia talking about she got introduced to the counterculture and probably about her first casual sexual encounter, it doesn’t have to be about someone she actually loves right now. Comparing a dance to falling in love is honestly a bit too Normal for theme and also I have a hard time imagining either Eddie or Frank driving a pickup track.

#rocky horror picture show #rocky horror show #rocky horror #riff raff #magenta #magenta rhps #columbia rhps #rhps #the time warp #time warp

[dollarbin]

Shakey Sundays #8:

Ragged Glory

Some things are worth waiting for.

At age 14 I dedicated way too many hours to MTV, hoping to catch Neil Young's Mansion on the Hill. I'd seen the song's video just once; the network had seemingly played it a single time just to tease me.

During my weeks of hapless watching and waiting I tried to remember all the crazy stuff in the video; it entered my dreams and morphed. Had there really been a funeral? Who was dead? Was Young a ghost for all of it? Did a choir really sing the silly lyrics? Was that Neil in the gas station too? Were there dinosaurs at one point? Or was I making that part up? And how did guys my dad's age play such killer guitar?

Well, I never got my answers; instead I saw nothing but Motley Crue's Dr Feelgood. Over and Over Again.

But just now, 34 years later, and thanks to this new technology I'm learning to use called google, I finally got to see the video for Mansion on the Hill a second time.

You can feel Young's burgeoning joy all over this silly video. He'd probably seen Monty Python and The Holy Grail only while stoned on tour and thought his opening gag was entirely original. He's not dead yet!

In midst of my hopeless adolescent search for the video I read in the LA Times that Young had made two additional videos for Ragged Glory, one of which involved high drama between a sexy couple on a balcony. But, reported the Times, neither video had any chance of ever getting a single second of airtime. The writer (it was probably Robert Hilburn, a total dad rock grump who routinely called Use Your Illusion 2 fantastic) mused in the piece on Young's possible motives: Was he delusional? Deceived? Nuts?

Well, making videos exactly how you wanted, which meant you knew would never be seen, sounded genius to me, and I quit watching MTV cold turkey in response. If they weren't going to play Neil Young they weren't going to have me.

I've been thinking about those mythical videos for 34 years straight now. Seriously, I've wondered about them once a month for 408 months in a row. I'm not proud to report this; I'm just a victim of the Dollar Bin (and Jerry Jeff Walker), living my life easy come, easy go...

And now, low and behold, here they are!

Sure enough, this first one, for the hook-heavy Over and Over, has the balcony stuff; witness the serious, VH1 level, drama: a sexy lingerie lady (women in this era of music videos only wore lingerie; none of them owned pants) squares off with an Anthony Bandaras type dude; passion ensues while the band unrelatedly rocks. There's nothing silly enough here for Shakey-level greatness, although it does look like Young did indeed summon his Budokan era wind machines from the Shocking Pinks desertscape. Hurricane force winds are needed for most of Neil's videos.

And then there's the video least likely to ever be seen by me / anyone else as a kid. Had I been a MTV VG at the time, even I wouldn't have played this for fear of a FCC shutdown: there's the swearing in it, sure, but there's also the guitar solos at the 2:30, 3:30 and 4 minute marks that are so gnarly they do not seem safe for public consumption.

Unlike the previous two videos from Ragged Glory, Fubbin' Up contains almost no plot; but half way through Neil does cavort with two different buxom ladies; someone has to stand in for Neil on stage and pretend to shred like him while he stumbles about with them. Neil Young's music videos: they make every Sunday Shakey.

As I've written previously, I do not own Ragged Glory on vinyl. (The lead photo above features my fired up cat and a record store promotion poster I got as a kid and have kept inside my copy of Live Rust ever since.) If you've got the record on vinyl and want to swap I'll gladly send you my copy of Old Ways in return (then I'll go buy another copy of that 80's masterpiece to mediocrity; I saw one yesterday for $8; where the hell were all the copies of Old Ways up until a year ago?).

Anyway, when I was 14 I bought Ragged Glory on tape and, truth be told, it was a little over my head. I loved it, sure, but like another perfect record of that era, The Cure's Disintegration, it was just too damn long for my adolescent attention level. I'd especially get lost during Love and Only Love and Love To Burn. The songs seemed interchangeable to me, and on some level they still do.

While we're at it, I'm gonna argue that those two songs heralded the often regrettable nature of Young's lyrics ever since; for every weird and spectral song like Without Rings or Music Arcade there are four or five that remind me not to forget love.

Memo to Neil: I am not in danger of forgetting about love. I'm happily married, and I am familiar with The Sermon on the Mount. But when I drop the needle, I want visitors from space in my Neil Young songs; I want to picture him walking down main street: not the sidewalk, but MAIN street.

But who am I kidding: I can't complain about Love to Burn or Love and Only Love, or anything else on this vital and classic record. No other 45 year old ever rocked this hard. At 45 Stephen Stills stayed fat and laid an egg. Just get this: Young permanently blew out his hearing not on tour for the record but while mixing the live album that followed. How cool is that? At 45 years old, while the rest of us were acting like grown-ups, he sat in a studio and listened to himself shredding at 11, thereby damaging his ears. When I was 45 the loudest thing I did was shout at the Dodgers. And it worked: they won the World Series.

But Neil kept up his revived crazy brilliance from this era long term. Check him out using Love and Only Love to lay siege to Farm aid with Ralph, Billy and Poncho in tow ten years later:

But at age 14 I never really understood Ragged Glory. It's not an album for teenagers. Metaphors such as, "like a little girl, who couldn't wait" only made sense when I had a daughter of my own, finally asleep at 2am on Christmas eve. It was in moments like that when I wanted to chug a cold one and high step my way around the kitchen, listening to Ragged Glory on headphones. Over and over again...

But I started unlocking the record years before, late in high school. My buddy Matt, a MIT-bound, state champion wrestler in the 150 pound class when he should have weighed an easy 180, was the only person I knew on earth who was as gnarly as Young's soloing on Truckin' Up. And Matt spoke up at lunch one day, when we were probably late for Physics, and told us the story of his 10 mile run the day before after 3 hours of push-ups and brawling on a mat.

Matt had listened to Ragged Glory on his walkman during that run and wanted to report that Forking Up was the greatest song ever written. It was even better, he claimed, that his other favorite Neil song, Homegrown.

I was really into TS Eliot and The Pixies at that point; so he sounded full of crap. But as I listened to him recite Neil's nonsensical, bone-headed lyrics my future self reached out to me and ordered that I sit up and listen; Matt had a point.

Dogs that lick And dogs that bite Hounds that howl Through the night Broken leashes Are all over the floor Keys left hanging In a swinging door.

Amen, Matt. The world is nonsensical and bone-headed. As the great Bob Pollard once warbled, sometimes you need to slay the beast and win the cup. Sometimes you need to fook things up and then scream about it.

There's a lot more to say about Ragged Glory but I'll pause here: happily, Young put out a new extended version of the record, aptly titled Smell the Horse, recently. Writing about it will make some future Sunday Shakey all over again.

#Youtube #neil young #and crazy horse #shakey sundays #stephen stills sucks

[hellcatinnc]

Day 15 - Ittoki Otoya - Uta No Prince Sama

This man is a sweetheart and there was no way I could write a list without adding him to it since he is a sweetheart.

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He Loves To Sing To You

Any chance he can sing a song to you he will pull out his mic or guitar and even sometimes go to the recording studio so he can make you a cd with a special song just for you sung from him. He has such a beautiful voice and he loves sharing it with you. He will soothe you with his voice when your sick or just off to sleep. You can never get enough of his voice when he sings.

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He Loves To Hold You

Any chance he can get you alone he pulls you close. He is too bashful and shy to walk down the street holding your hand but the moment you walk through that door he becomes a lion after his prey by grabbing you and pulling you close so he can hug and snuggle you. He even likes to to make the gesture time and time again of carrying you over the threshold like he did on your wedding day. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He Is Honest & Faithful

He will always be honest with you and when he is with you he is with you and never even thinks about straying outside of your love. He knows he has a good thing and that the woman he has is the most amazing and shows him so much love. He will even be a bit cute and pinky swear you that you are the only woman in the world as far as he sees. Although he does a bit of a time telling you everything he is feeling he does not lie he just turns around and puts it in a song for you. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He Loves To Eat Your Food

Whether you fix him food or you go out to eat he loves eating with you at home and over a nice restaurant table. he has a good appetite but alot of that is cause he is so hyper and upbeat so he has a lot of energy to burn. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He Loves Falling Asleep Watchin A Movie

A Night out is fine but what he really loves is to snuggle on the couch with you and watching a movie. On occasions he might doze off on your arm or slouched over on you but this isn't because the movie is always boring sometimes it can be he is just tired after all he has done in the day and other times it just because he lets his guard down and falls asleep on you because he knows with you he is safe and trusts you to take care of him and his heart. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He Is Sexy Even Though He Is The Boy Next Door

He is normally the boy next door but on occasions he might change up his look it could be for a number of reasons. Its not normally what he wears but he wears it so well. He has a nicer body than you can imagine since under that boy next door smile is a body of sin waiting to be tamed by you. He doesn't even see himself as all that attractive and his humble when you tell him too. Trust me the nights can be fun with this sexy man. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He Is Thoughtful

He will stand out in the rain yet protect you from getting wet. He will help you if you fall and if you let him he will even pick you up and carry you somewhere safe. Because he was a orphan he loves the kids at the orphanage but he loves kids in general. He will make a great father and he can't wait to have beautiful children with you as he grows old by your side. He is soulmate material and once he is in he is all in for life. He plays for keeps.

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Has A Nice Smile

Any time your around him you can't help but smile because this man is always smiling. He also blushes alot too which is just plain adorable. Makes it easy to fall in love with this man over and over again. He makes you laugh, makes you smile, and soothes your soul. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He Loves Your Kisses

He loves slowly kissing you after taking you in his arms. Every time he kisses you its a work of art he is never forceful and always so gentle. He will kiss you with so much love and loves to kiss you with his eyes open as well as closed. Sometimes just seeing you in bliss as he kisses you makes it even sweeter. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He Loves A Casual Day With You

He loves dressing up and going out but because his life is usually so busy any chance he gets to play the piano with you and sing, take you on a romantic walk or just laying across the bed talking to you about anything and everything. These casual things is what he loves most when spending time with you. He may be a star but that being said he rather have a humble sweet quiet life with you.

#anime #otome #shoujo #gaming #shoujo anime #utapri #uta no prince sama #ittoki otoya #husbando challenge #husbando

[solmints-messyocdiary]

For the ahh nsfw tag game thingy

I dont wanna make you super busy writing wise, but ahhh Iris: 7, 2

Patron: 21, 17

"Alice": 9, 19

Dogface: 14, 24

It's okay, Plent! Don't worry about it! But thank you for worrying! 🥺

Iris

2. Are they a “the socks stay on during sex” kind of person?

Considering she only strips down to reveal the "important bits" and doesn't get completely naked due to convenience...

Yes, the socks stay on during sex!

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7. Are they into (consensual) pain during sex? Either giving or receiving

Giving? Absolutely. Iris is a big sadist so she finds it cute to see her baby just whimpering in pain at her rough touch.

Receiving? Depends on her mood. However, if they bite or scratch her, that just gives her more reasons to be mean~

☆

Patron

17. What’s their go-to safe word?

Definitely the traffic light system. It's easy to remember and convenient.

Red = stop

Yellow = slow down

Green = go

He also uses the tapping system if his darling can't speak during it and their hands are free.

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21. What scent of candle do they light after sex?

Lavender and vanilla scents. Something soft and gentle to the senses to ease down the tension of the lovemaking~

Or tbh, any scent his muse would like. He's completely fine with it.

☆

"Alice"

9. What’s their favorite way to get in the mood? How do they set the mood?

Honestly, she's 9 out of the 10 times horny but to get her in the mood is to wear something she finds cute and sexy. Read, play, or watch something that she likes. A cute and lewd picture of her lover? The usual~

Honestly, if she pops out wearing a lewd cosplay that's probably a signal to get down and dirty.

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19. When they “dress-up” for sex, what’s their go-to outfit? Lingerie, suit, gown, etc.?

Her cow bikini lingerie set... horns, bell and all🧍🏻‍♀️

That's her go-to set, lmao...

But she'll also wear a maid dress with the entire getup, too, or her cat lingerie.

Her partner is completely allowed to pick. She has a big selection.

☆

DogFace

24. A song they would fuck/get fucked to

I don't see him being the type to put on music if he ever gets intimate ahajskkd... but if any music was picked, he'd rather have something soft and slow rather than anything intense.

Sex is scary...

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14. If they send nudes, are they tasteful or just quick pics?

Most probably tasteful and not even nudes. Shirtless pictures with alluring poses.

He knows how dangerous it is to do that... and with him being an influencer, it's really easy for those pics to get leaked or him to get hacked. So full-on nudes or bits won't be sent from his part.

#ask #probably-a-plant-thing #nsft #oc: the patron #slasher: the patron #oc: iris #slasher: iris #oc: 'alice' #oc: Dogface #slasher: Dogface #long post

[alloftheimaginesblog]

Headcanons for Eddie having a violin playing significant other...

requested by @mazuru7

He finds it super cool (and pretty hot) that you can play violin. He knows how difficult it is and knows how much skill it means you have so he's pretty impressed when he finds out, he'll also absolutely make some horny joke.

"What else are those fingers good at, Princess?"

He likes chilling, smoking a joint, whilst you play violin. He thinks it's pretty awesome to watch and hear you play even if it's songs he doesn't really like when you play them, they're his favourite songs.

He loves the way you frown in concentration, love the way you close your eyes and get so into the music. He feels that as a fellow musician so it's nice to share the same passion.

He'll rant and rave about music to you and you'll do the same. He loves that the two of you share this interest.

As a surprise, you start to learn some of his favourite songs on the violin. It takes months and it's not easy but you half have an idea of asking to be in his band. Surprisingly, metal with an added violin sounds fucking insane and you think it would help the band progress since it would give them a new, interesting sound (not that they're uninteresting of course).

When you suggest that you could play violin for his band, he laughs. Then he feels bad because he realises you're serious.

"Violin? At my concert? Babe... I love you but I don't think that's the right demographic."

Eddie's only ever known a classical violin playing, playing classical music and nothing else, but when you tell him that you've been attempting to learn Metallica for the violin, he's intrigued. So he asks to hear it.

When you get your violin and put on Metallica, he's amused. He doesn't think it could work. All he's known is classical pieces but when he hears you, when he hears the combined metal mixed with the classical of the violin... he can't believe.

"Fucking Ozzy... It sounds- You sound incredible. How- How does that even go together?! Holy shit, babe, yes. You can be in the band. I've never heard anything like that before!"

He apologises profusely afterwards for ever doubting you. He loves that you'd learned some of his favourite songs to play to him, he makes you play them multiple times that night.

He also finds it insanely hot. Like absolutely would just be rock hard a minute into you playing that first song. You're so talented and the fact you've went out of your way to learn his favourite songs on violin, it's a big deal and makes him feel so damn loved so of course he'd be turned on.

When he tells Gareth and Jeff, they too say no, that it wouldn't work. Then Eddie makes you play for them and they have the same reactions that he did (though without the boner and the making out that ensued). They're amazed and they immediately say yes to letting you join.

Eddie's so excited. He can't stop raving about how good you'll be at their concerts, about how you add such a unique sound to the band that has the potential to sky rocket them to success.

He's the one who kisses you before the gig, tells you that you're going to be amazing and introduces you with the biggest smile on his face.

He watches you pretty much the entire gig, smiling and grinning like a fool.

"Give it up for my wonderful, sexy, perfect partner (y/n)..."

After the gig's done and once the adrenaline's worn off, he has you in bed, wrapped around each other as he whispers a promise to you.

"One day we'll be rockstars... Me on guitar, you on violin... We'll be rich and we'll have enough money to get outta here. We'll get my Uncle Wayne a nice place, we'll set us up in a nice house, maybe even have a pool in the garden, eh? Maybe get some animals? We'll be happy. We won't have to worry about anything ever again."

#prompt #headcanon prompt #headcanon #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things imagine #st #st imagine #imagine

[distopea]

Strawberry, wine glass, 8 ball for Gabe for shipping meme

@technobratx

shipping meme ooc (let’s say I don’t accept anymore, I have waaay too many to honor)

🍓 – Does your muse find any foods particularly sexy or romantic? Do they have any known aphrodisiacs that get them in the mood? Are they into food-play?

No really, or particularly. Gabriele wouldn’t be sensitive to someone eating a bowl of pasta right in front of his nose while playing with the slurping sound, he doesn’t associate these two elements together. He wouldn’t be shattered to see whipped cream suddenly displayed at the corner of someone’s mouth, even less being aroused if they suddenly decide to oddly eat bananas to turn him on. 

What he can find appealing though... is the mood around the meal. An attitude while eating the food, the settings, a deep conversation, knees bumping under the tables, brushing, the flirting coming with it... Then, it’s another game, but not quite linked to the food itself but rather the moment. 

He’s not into food play. He likes it dirty, but not that kind of dirty. 

🍷 – Describe an ideal date for your muse.

A motorcycle ride by the Riviera of Sicilia, under the song of the cicadas, the sunset reflecting on the water. He would take his date to the upper hills to have a perfect view on the Mediterranean sea, with a bottle of old age Prosecco and antipasti, chatting, arguing, flirting, kissing and undressing, until the two of them would forget that they either want to eat or to drink. 

But that was his ideal date when he was twenty or so. A ridiculous old dream from a Sicilian boy who thought that life would be easy and bloodless. Now, he doesn’t date really often nor think about it. 

🎱 – Does your muse believe in serendipity or fate, when it comes to relationships and love? Do they have good or bad luck in relationships? What have they done to try to turn bad luck around?

He doesn’t believe that he brings either luck or bad luck in his relationships, he just thinks that he doesn’t work well with them and avoids them. Gabriele thinks that some people are naturally good at human relationships, it’s a talent that is often unseen or denied. Some people will always have the right words or the correct settings to prevail hurtful situations, and some well, they just don’t and it’s definitely his case. 

Gabriele is rough, brutal in his words, snapping, judgmental but also passionate, loyal AND unfortunately, possessive. His emotions are bottled up but popping out when they are not supposed to. He has a good grip on himself, but intimacy might be dangerous and he doesn’t like to lose his facade. He only trusts in his ability to eventually push himself away from a relationship rather than dwelling in something he finds too complicated. 

#; technobratx #⌇playing all the aces on the table ( 𝙈𝙚𝙢𝙚 ) #⌇headcanon ( 𝙂𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙚 ) #⌇character study ( 𝙂𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙚 ) #; he's a bit of a hedonist somehow? #; his date dreams are long gone BUT have this #; basically he would never offer that uygfsy

[whenyoucallmelover]

21 songs that i carried with me, in my (sometimes heavy and tired, sometimes bright and hopeful) heart, throughout the 21st year of my life. 

for my birthday the past few years, i've put together a list of the songs that i feel had the biggest impact on me for that year of my life. this is the first year i have a tumblr, so i figured this would be a nice place to share the list-- mostly for myself, but also to maybe inspire others to do the same! it's kinda like a spotify wrap-up, but...not...

i think someone's favorite songs are a beautiful insight to who they are and what matters to them, and as someone who struggles with being quite shy, i find that talking about music with people is my favorite way to come out of my lil shell. these songs are all so, so incredible and i urge you to give some a listen if you're looking for new tunes!

(ok thanks for putting up with my self-indulgent, music-nerd ramblings <3)

1 . punisher (copycat killer version); phoebe bridgers

as the song goes, everyone knows you’re the way to my heart. anyone who knows me knows this song is the way to my heart. this is my most streamed song of all time and i stand by that completely. (even though i actually dislike the original version of this song...crazy!)

2. matilda; harry styles

do i need to even explain why this song has been played mercilessly on sad days?

3. through me (the flood); hozier

though this song has only been out for the final month of my 21st year, i already know i will hold onto it for many years to come.

4. savior complex; phoebe bridgers

one hand on the wheel, one in your mouth. turn me on, turn me down. incredible.

5. blood in the wine; aurora

i saw aurora live from the front row for the first time last summer and have never been the same since.

6. hate to be lame; lizzy mcalpine & finneas

this collab is what introduced me to lizzy mcalpine and i am very, very happy it did.

7. a concert six months from now; finneas

just a beautiful telling of the complexities of love and optimism.

8. aye; sam fender

the opening verse gets me so angry every time i listen to this song. it’s a ruthless political fuck you to rich people and it does it so poignantly. 

9. vienna; billy joel

my comfort song. slow down, you’re doing fine.

10. cinema; harry styles

possibly my favorite song of harry’s to dance and sing along with. the outro is such a fun ending.

11. torna a casa; maneskin

the buildup and emotion in this song is unlike any other.

12. family line; conan gray

i don’t usually enjoy conan gray’s music, but someone told me to listen to this one day, and…wow. ouch.

13. lost cause; billie eilish

i didn’t love this song when it first came out, but it really grew on me this year and i’ve danced around in my room to it many, many times.

14. she; harry styles

harry’s best song. there, i said it.

15. the kids are all dying; finneas

another poignant political song. very fuck america.

16. add it up; violent femmes

the best karaoke song. i will never not scream it at the top of my lungs.

17. talk; hozier

soooo sexy. that’s all i need to say.

18. only angel; harry styles

yet another musical masterpiece from harry. i know it’s divisive, but i absolutely love the intro.

19. it will come back; hozier

i am utterly terrible at picking favorites, but i think this is my favorite hozier song…but please don’t hold me to that.

20. partners in crime; finneas

thought you wanted me tied down, it started to chafe. but it’s easy to see now, you just wanted me safe. ahhhh!!!!!! 

21. call me lover; sam fender

and last but certainly not least, the song i stole my username from. i love it when you call me lover...

#yayyy i'm glad i actually have somewhere to post this instead of just tucked away in my journal #hopefully i'll still be on here next year to share the 22 songs from my 22nd year! #birthday songs #june #about me #🎧~ songs.

[suspiciouslybluemilktea]

You told me to remind you to write Em teaching Uyu to flirt, but my memory span lately has been similar to one of a goldfish. So maybe if this stays in your asks you’ll see it when you get time? I think my brain reset this afternoon lol

Also my weakness is script writing so if I have a base I can use that later to draw the scene >:D I still want to try and design their casual clothes bc that’s fun. Also I’d imagine they’d have the lesson in city clothes? Ever since you wrote the draft I’ve been imagining them playing in the saloon when it’s closed

THANK YOU as I almost forgot I wanted to do this already as these days I too am at goldfish level. It’s also super fun to build of each other’s content and ideas ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡ and all the drawings you do make me cry tears of gold.

I also apologize for how messy this is as I’m trying not to overload ideas and am failing + I rewrote too many times TT. I’ll also totally admit all of my best edits got erased 1st time and I got too lazy to go back and re add all of that work. And I’ve been nitpicking with no direction——

Uyu- my cmc

Em- Mel’s cmc

This AU once again belongs to @marshmallowprotection , based on her Cowboy!Unknown fic “Cereus”! Here’s the link to go and check it out: Cereus

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Uyu was easy to perceive as shy and docile. On many fronts, she felt herself to be cowardly, always afraid of reaching for objects on higher shelves due to the possible “what ifs”. What if she’s simply not tall enough to grab what she desires? What if as she tries, she knocks over the object she wants? It took a lot of personal growth for her to start reminding herself not all “what ifs” in life are negative, but it’s not something that’s easy to wipe clean from the brain forever. It’s a deep conditioning that’s going to take time to shake.

Self confidence is a skill that she has to learn later in life than most of her peers, tossing away the stick she often beats herself down with. Even as someone with small acting experience back home, working up the courage to shine like a star never comes easy.

One thing she can say performance has taught her is that success tends to blossom under practice and familiarity. At first, it’s normal for most people to trip over their own heels, but sooner rather than later it becomes a flawless routine you can give your all without extra thought. With song and dance it’s easy to feel more alive than ever, all of your focus trained on hypnotizing your audience using what you already know like the back of your hand. On stage, there is no time for worries and “what ifs”, only the solid fact that the show must go on as you pretend to be something you’re not. It’s a transformation of the self under those bright lights and she’s always loved the feeling of playing pretend, now doing so in a new way that often tripped her up. The role of the sexy and confident desert flower was a big spin on reality really, but acting is simply that. Acting. A job is just a job, and today like any other, her role was to complete it.

As Em and Uyu’s getting ready process takes a bit longer than the other workers’, they usually started their mornings earlier to have enough time to get in full costume and clean up the stage. Together they swept the area to prepare to mop before changing for the day, as something as small as a random sticky patch could cause injury to a performer. This was simply their routine, as was the way they deviously twirled and span round on that stage to get you to empty your pockets. The longer you were here ogling the eye candy, the more inclined you were to order another cool and refreshing glass, and then another, and a another.

A tricky ploy it may be, but it was one that worked like a charm. It was their job to be on display in order to attract customers, and as professionals they each had their own ways of ensuring you left with a much lighter wallet. With Uyu’s set of pipes and the movements she followed taught to her by Zen, she eased the worries of each and every guest, so trained on her they let their guards slip for the idea of it being “party time”. And with them relaxed, Em could approach and flirt up a storm, encouraging them to drink up as she giggled and teased, asking how much alcohol “such a big guy” could really handle. And of course, they never forgot to leak out everyone’s secrets as well as their savings. Em especially was a natural at it, even with them “both” being new to the trade.

On the few and far between visits from their favorite outlaw as well as in those letters, Em took most of the charge when it came to collecting and delivering the goods. As the bolder desert lovely, she was able to squeeze her way into being at the bigger league’s tables, fake laughing it up as they ordered her drinks and Yoosung poured her colored water instead to trick them. Those poor fools paid full price for a drunken sleaze and instead only hydrated her for the same price as their beers, wondering how she was so good at holding her liquor. She saved her real thirst for her own stash of bottles she’d discreetly acquire during the shift.

Uyu’s lack of helpfulness with secret trading was something that bothered her, at times feeling a bit unable to prove her own usefulness. At first it was a matter of “will I be killed if I’m no use”, but now it’s morphed into the gut feeling that comes with being no good at your biggest assignment.

Unlike Em, when the guests at the tables coo at her and beckon her near, she froze before picking up her feet. Uyu felt lucky that her stage presence was advertised as coy and angelic, as it allowed herself to tie her nervousness into the act she had to put on. Her and Em were hyped up as the “devil and angel” type duo, but watching the way Em could even get their boss to blow steam out his ears on occasion made her wonder what it would be like to take on the role of Lucifer. It seemed fun in a way, knowing you had the power to wrap everyone in the room around your finger with Em’s devilish confidence. It’s what chipped away at her during today’s morning routine, still not yet dressed and ready for work. Uyu never stopped the motion of her broom on the upper stage as she bubbled out some of those thoughts to the other lady sweeping away behind her. Em was quick to respond to their conversation’s switch up.

“Let me explain this to you, since it looks like what you desire is a lesson in flirting.”

Em placed a gentle hand near Uyu’s rib cage, the other landing atop her shoulder. Long forgetting about their cleaning tasks for this more import matter, Em pressed right up against her pinker counterpart’s back, speaking in a quieter tone than earlier. Uyu stiffened in response to the physical contact.

“You see…you’ve actually got the foundation of this all wrong. You don’t need to be bold or sassy to sink your claws into everyone who is already tempted by you. You’ve already got a good thing going, you just need to make it better and pay attention to your surroundings.”

Uyu awkwardly twisted to look over her shoulder to make eye contact with her coworker, confused.

“But I don’t understand how to do that.”

“That’s the point ‘little hedge’, you just don’t get it.”

Em’s teasingly pouty expression made her partner scream internally, as did Em’s finger which was now drawing slow circles onto the pink fabric which clothed her stomach. Uyu tried not to sound panicked as she continued.

“So…can you help me to understand what you mean by that, then? Don’t keep me in the dark on this, elaborate please.”

Em chuckled, “Sugar wants to understand the art of manipulation better?”

“Uh- I mean…I guess that’s kind of what I’m asking for, isn’t it? What exactly do you think I should be doing better?”

“Well, if you really want to know-here’s what I think.” Em pulled back slightly to start playing with those long blond locks which belonged to the other performer. “To them, you’re innocence. To them, you’re a sleazy lady, but a lady none the less. Your appeal lies in the idea that those dirty fools can all strip those sweet titles from you with their grubby hands.”

Uyu gave a funny mix between a dramatic frown and grimace. “Ew.”

“Hah- but do you see how that ends up working out? On the other end of the spectrum is where I sit, so the pieces fit together like this. My appeal is that I’m their match, and yours is that you’re everything they’re not. This makes them hungry to taint you, while for me they’re worked up at the thought I’ll play ball with them. Get it? Tease them with that fact about you, but never let them have the satisfaction of blackening any of your white feathers. It’ll keep them coming like the idiots they all are, and as you pose no threat being a small female I see them all talking easy peasy~”

Uyu shuddered uncomfortably, “Ugh, that feels gross to play along with.”

“It’s just a performance remember? I thought you’d get that, and you’re definitely some kind of saint compared to them so it won’t be too hard if you get the guts. Think you could go gun down a man with that pistol you carry around right now?”

“No.”

“Yeah, or maybe go rob the local bank and load up on whatever is in their vaults? Or maybe catcall me or Zen?”

“No-”

“See? Everything they’re not around here and maybe then some.”

Em then released her, coming around to face her front. Her grin was mischievous.

“So go on then, see yourself as a shiny prize but don’t act high and mighty about it. Let’s practice. Pretend I’m an old fat bastard drooling over you here rather than spending time with my wife and kids. Get me to empty the money I should spend on feeding my family on beer, and get me to open my big mouth about how I actually am having a gay love affair with the sherif.”

“The sherif?!”

“Shhh, pretend!”

“Wait but if you’re gay, are you really all that interested in me? Or in your own wife for that matter-”

“You’re missing the point here- this dude just likes everyone ok? He’d even stick it in a cactus, and don’t comment on that either.”

“Right…Uhm ok-”

“So what’s your first move going to be with me after you finish a song?”

Uyu paused to ponder on that question before replying, mostly to use as breather due to the awkwardness of the situation. Her smiles were laced with anxiety.

“I’m going to seductively walk my way over to you… and then pretend I care about you specifically, despite the fact that I’ve got a hundred other customers to flirt with too and I’m being payed to do this.”

“Yes, now that sounds like the game we play! Make me feel like I’m the only person in the room. Trick me into thinking I’m a special somebody deserving of your attention. Go on and try it, sweetheart.”

Taking a few steps back until she reached the set piece chaise lounge, Em waited on Uyu for her next move. She sat with a wide man spread, putting on her thickest town accent she loved to poke fun, joking around some to set the scene and establish a character.

“Oh man! I’m so werked up, I’m tweakin' like em raccoons in the back of this establishment on trash day! It’s been a whole eighteen hours since I last screwed with someone, that being our finger lickin' good sheriff-”

Damn near loosing composure and the ability to seriously continue, Uyu pantomimed writing a letter. “I’ve heard every vital piece of information I needed without even working at it. Time to report this word for word back to the boss.”

And only after a few more giggles were exchanged did Em drop the accent, straightening herself up. Uyu cleared her throat and followed suit.

“Nerves shrunken up now? Don’t think I can’t see how stiff you are. I hope you realize just how foolish this game we play is overall as we practice for real this time. Give me all you’ve got, Uyu baby.”

Taking a deep breath while ignoring the flush which that nickname brought to her cheeks, she worked up the courage to try her idea for a plan of attack. She wanted to push her limits by playing a card usually off limits for her as she never liked to invite physical contact. “Do I have your permission to-”

“Don’t ask me for permission, just do it. If this were an actual client, you’d just have to stroll right up to him.”

“Right….Uhm- here goes nothing then?”

Sending all of her worries off on a train to a different part of her subconscious so that she could dismiss them best she could, Uyu tried her best to get into character. With the closing and then reopening of her eyes, coupled with a moment to breathe in, it was mission to go time. Like a sweet and slightly awkward lynx, she approached her current target with a walk Zen drilled into her head, hip movements exaggerated and her posture straighter than usual. It was nothing cartoonish, but seriously , no one really walked this way did they? It was hard not to feel ridiculous, but acting is all about silencing your screaming brain telling you you’re making a fool out of yourself for not following your normal social cues and patterns.

Next came the narrower doe eyes and the sweet batting of the lashes in Em’s direction, her gaze never leaving the lady’s which sat upon their set piece. She practiced this look in the mirror far too often to ensure she never came across as idiotic, but it was certainly difficult not to worry that right now she wasn’t nailing the expression as planned.

Uyu secretly wished to win some shock out of Em by pushing her own boundaries like this as she then plopped down in her lap, facing her sitting sideways by twisting. She reached out to toy with an outfit accent in the middle of Em’s chest, but drew back before having a chance to fiddle with the piece.

“Now now, bravery is the key here darling. Bring that hand back where you meant to place it.”

And with that command, Uyu listening, toying with the expensive brooch’s pearls. Em then placed a hand on one of her hips as if to either stabilize her in her position, or to add to her part in this production further.

“So, you prefer taking orders from others as opposed to listening to your own ideas, huh little floozy?”

Uyu pressed their chests together slightly, hoping the other could not feel the nervous and fearful drumming of her heart. And if she wasn’t so caught up in her act, she may have noticed the new shade that which adorned Em’s face.

“Well- I’m always worrying about our guests, you see. What if what I was about to do made you uncomfortable?”

She allowed her nerves to shine through as part of her character with a little spin on how she actually felt.

“Oh, I would have made it clear that I was uncomfortable starting when you took this seat. A pretty lady’s hands on me is always welcome.”

Uyu let out a fake giggle, “why thank you for the compliment. Glad to know I’m not a bother then~.”

“You a bother? Never. Those hands can wander wherever they like, although they might only end up making me a different kind of bothered.” Em then solidified her nasty joke with a wink.

Pretending this was a real situation, to neither offend nor instigate, Uyu played it off with more false laughter, as if she was amused rather than grossed out. She then allowed her arms to wrap around the back of Em’s neck as she snuggled closer, solidifying her place as the lap dog you enjoy attention from but pay no attention to.

It felt easier to slip into character with this scene partner as she could trust that they’d never beg for more than just a fun chitchat. Convincing scoundrels, highups and hooligans that you were attracted to them was a dangerous gamble, and you never knew which fool would come around and act entitled to more. Playing it off as goofing around with a friend made it easier to try, but would something like this really help rid her of the anxiety that came with dealing with a real client? The only real way to be sure was to keep the scene going.

“Do you feel confident enough to try this with a guest now?”

“Not really.”

#saeran choi #unknown saeran #custom mc #cereus #cmc #cowboy Saeran #I have decided to just release this as is rather than continuing to nitpick #Mel I will slowly learn how to write non cringe gay fluffy stuff for you I promise 🫶🫵💓 #Lilac watching us be silly with our cmcs slowly forgetting about Unknown who my cmc was literally made for: 😧

[theylovewamiii]

Grasping at Straws: A Reflective Paper on the Anthology, "Lockdown Litanies: Countless Untold Stories" an Essay by Jhamel John T. Reyes

What is our life? A play of passion; Our mirth the music of division; Our mothers’ wombs the tiring-houses be, where we are dressed for this short comedy. Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, that sits and marks still who doth act amiss; our graves that hide us from the searching sun are like drawn curtains when the play is done. Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest, only we die in earnest – that’s no jest.

As I read the first poem entitled “Dear Diary” , it made me feel sadness and loneliness of a person that cannot get out of their comfort zones. Not being able to be happy because of the darkness that surrounds their day to day living. It reminds me of the song Lonely by Noah Cyrus. Because it has a lyrics wherein it says that “I’m slowly killing myself. I’m trying so hard at the back of the shelf.” Being alone is a worst thing a person could ever experience. No friends to talk to, only theirselves that suffering from life.

After reading the second poem entitled “The Tale of a Modern Sisyphus”, I felt empowerment to every women. It is full of hope and strength for all the ladies who are fighting in life. Concurring challenges even though it’s hard. Giving all their best and believing on themselves. It reminds me of the song I Am a Woman by Emmy Meli. It is about all the woman in this world that reminding each and every one of them that they are worth it, strong and cannot be underestimated just because they are women. The lyrics of the song that really fits in this poem is “I am woman, I am fearless, I am sexy, I’m divine. I’m unbeatable, I’m creative. I am feminine, I am masculine. I am anything I want.” Every women can be the best version of theirselves. No one could say what they need to do. Their life, their rules.

From reading the third poem entitled “O’ Yayi (A Prose Poem)”, it made me sad about the story because yayi lost her memory and chose another man over him who married her and made her experience all the dreams a woman could ever have from a lover. It reminds me of the song Nothing Like Us by Justin Bieber. It has a lyrics wherein it says that “lost in confusion, like an illusion. You know I’m used to making your day but that is the past now, we didn’t last now. I guess that this is meant to be.” Loving someone really makes a person feel unexplainable happiness and could give the most unexplainable sadness. Choosing love does not always mean staying, it also means giving all the happiness the other lover would wish even though it will hurt our souls.

As I read the fourth poem entitled “Two Red Laces on the Wonderwall”, it feels like a woman on the poem was so inlove where she even bares her soul to him. She loves that man so much and feels great all the time that they are together. Falling hard and giving all that she have. It reminds me of the song It's You by Lewis Brice wherein it has a lyrics that says “Finding love was just a dream I was having. Written in the movies, never thought it would happen” because the poem seems to feel like daydreaming about meeting the most perfect person that fits on a woman standard. A girl that is very inlove, will give all of her just to feel happy and contented.

After reading the fifth poem entitled “Umbilical”, it has a impact of sacrifice of a mother giving birth. Stating that she is a strong woman in the world. Giving birth is a hard thing a woman could ever experience in life. Some of them, dies. Some of them, live. It reminds me of the song Mother by Michael Buble. It has a lyrics that says “A different kind of hero with a different kind of strength. Another word for savior and another word for saint.” All of a mother’s sacrifices could not be payed because it’s priceless and genuine. All of them are awesome and deserves to receive all the good things in the world.

From reading the sixth poem entitled “RE: Paper (I’m Red, IMRaD)”, it is about doing research papers wherein K to 12 students are involved. It’s never that easy because it has so many things to do to have a successful research paper. Students should be more knowledgeable about it. Giving them enough time and accurate informations. Searching for all the truth and legit studies were always needed in order to accomplish it clean and clear. Teach them to gather facts and discover new things from doing research and it reminds me of the song Learning by Jason Gray because it has a lyrics that says “Cause I can’t loose if I keep learning” wherein it makes me feel that if I keep on trying on finishing a task, learning new things, there will always have a victory in the end. Just believe in myself and trust all the process.

On reading the seventh poem entitled “3 A.M. Awakening”, it makes me feel sadness with anger. Anyone must have experienced this kind of feeling at the middle of the night, thinking about their struggles and problems in life. Blaming someone because of their situations. It reminds me of the song Just Hold On  by Presence and it has a lyrics that says “ Just hold on, don’t lose control now. Just hold on, don’t lose your soul now.” Every one of us are struggling and fighting in life. But that does not mean that you should end up blaming yourself or anyone. Everything that happens has a reason. Just believe in God and he will help you. He will make way. And he will assure you to feel better again. Just keep on holding on. Your time will come. Do not rush. Wait until you get up and survive again.

From reading the eighth poem entitled “My Frail Lady”, it gives an impact of loosing hope in her life. Drowning about everything that she was not comfortable with. Dying inside that she could not even find her way out. Wanting to have light and freedom. Life is being hard to her that she is now giving up on it. Sad but true, a person with deep sadness could end their own lives just to finally get away from it. This kind of situation reminds me of the song I Lost Myself by Munn. It has a lyrics wherein it says “I feel the burden now. It’s weighing down my soul and I can’t catch my breath ‘cause these demons follow” that makes the conclusion of pleasing for help because of the darkness that is ruining someone’s hope in life. Sometimes having hindrances will come this far, but always remember that it will always have solution for it.

Upon reading the last poem entitled “Major Arcana”, it made me feel about consciousness on how our lives will flow in the future. Guessing everything we can to be prepared about it. Wanting to know such positive things to wait and believe it and negative things to avoid it. No one can say how our lives will be in the next years of our life. Everyone should continue even experiencing those ups and downs.Finding explanations for preparations. But can’t face the truth when it came. It reminds me of the song Tarot by Michaela Slinger that has a lyrics of “I don’t trust myself, no. So I look for a sign.” It is an example of how people don’t trust theirselves and leaving their minds guessing everything that would happen. Which is never a proper way.

[the-void-writes]

For Dante 👉👈

A, E, G, I, J, K, M, P

Jaq, love, thank you for these 💖💖💖 This was a blast 🥰

Warning: 18+ only for nsfw descriptions.

A - What turns them on?

Voices. Soft whispers against his lips, the breathy sound of his name from his partner’s mouth, and lots of honest praise. He also finds it unbelievably cute when his partner *cough* Will *cough* starts laughing from the overwhelming pleasure.

E - Riskiest Place

One time, Vani snuck into Dante’s house while his stepfather was having a televised interview, and Vani was struggling to keep quiet the whole time because he was just so excited.

G - Weirdest Position

He and Vani tried to do it in their small motel shower, and they definitely broke the curtain rod. With Will, Dante tried to lay him out on his office desk, which was a little awkward given how short the desk’s length was in comparison to Will.

I - What do they fantasize about?

His biggest fantasy is Will using his powers to pin him in place while they do it. He loves how surprisingly strong his fiancé is.

J - What’s their go-to sexy song?

If we’re talking about general mood and not what he’d literally play, probably Smooth by Santana and Rob Thomas.

K - What’s their secret kink?

Praise, definitely. He’ll lose his mind if Vani or Will tell him how well he’s doing. He has a voice kink, too, if that makes any sense. Dante just loves all the noises his partner can make.

M - What do they sound like? What sounds do they like?

He’s a loud and consistent grunter, especially if his partner praises him. Of course, he’s more invested in the noises he can draw from either Vani or Will. Vani had the most beautiful moans, but Dante fell in love with the soft little chuckles Will makes when he’s really feeling good.

P - Favorite Position

Any position where he can still face his partner, or at least have easy access to kiss them.

#spicy writing stuff #ask games #wip: for all eternity

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Netflix's Latest Viewing Pleasure Is About Building Your Dream Sex Room

Here's what to know about having one of your own.

Kiarra Sylvester

Jul. 27, 2022 03:00PM EST

I’m one of those people who has a song in mind for almost any keyword said in a sentence. It’s a gift and curse, to my friends and my readers. Today’s song was “Sex Room” by Ludacris and however annoying it might be, I’m excited to get into it with you all. Netflix’s recently dropped a new series – How To Build a Sex Room – which is for sure the adult HGTV series I never knew I needed. But it’s so much better than any HGTV series and honestly better than anything I could’ve anticipated. 

The show explores making practical sex rooms for those who will be using them. And a sex room doesn’t always mean cold, dungeon vibes. No! Instead, part of what makes the show great is that they meet people where they are and really take into account the purpose or intended use for the sex rooms, in addition to personality. You get a good variety of luxuries mixed with the feelings of home.

And while I’m not going to spoil the show, I do want to get into what and why someone might need a sex room. Maybe you want one for yourself or maybe you’re someone who passed the preview of this show and wondered, “What’s the point?” If so, keep reading.

Reasons to Consider Having a Sex Room

(L to R) Ryan, Raj, Melanie Rose in episode 102 of How To Build a Sex Room.Courtesy of Netflix 

1. Parental Control and Boundaries

Parents who co-sleep with their children may find it difficult to maintain an air of sexiness in the very room they once created their children in. Though we might say at a certain age parents should set boundaries, realistically keeping your child in their own room is not a boundary that’s always possible. That said, parents might opt for a sex room in order to rejuvenate themselves back into the seductive period of courting prior to having children. Sometimes the boundary setting is simply a matter of changing the setting and opting for privacy in other, less seemingly dismissive ways. This can be accomplished with a sex room.

2. Separation of Home and Sex

While not every sex room is dungeon-style, some are. And regardless of the aesthetic, there may be people who wish to keep their preferred kinks as private as possible. I can’t count on one hand how many times I’ve forgotten to put away my vibrator and someone walks into my home only to see it on the coffee table. And that’s a normalized part of sex…masturbation. However, imagine having someone walk into your home and you forgot to put away your flogger or box of butt plugs, and so on? The sex room helps to provide an extra layer of privacy. Not because you wish to be secretive or feel shameful, but because keeping certain parts of your life separate from others is good form as far as boundaries go. Plus, it can be really sexy to have this part of your home where only you and your lovers exist.

3. Sex, Staycation Style

The monotony of being home and having sex in the same way, in the same place can sometimes be…annoying. But also coming across safe spaces to play with your partner can be equally…annoying. Having one at home allows you to escape the day-to-day without incurring the fees associated with sex clubs. Furthermore, there’s this unspoken rule of exclusivity where you really have to know the right people in order to find kink scenes in certain cities. Having your own sex room eliminates the need for that as you create your own.

Courtesy of Netflix 

4. Swinging Made Easy

​If one of your kinks is swinging, a sex room might just be mandatory. Not every city has swingers clubs and in my experience when they do have swingers clubs they aren’t always diverse (age and race-wise). But having a sex room in your home allows you to host other couples consensually, thus minimizing the requirement of having to find a couple to swing with in exclusive spaces.

5. Safe Spaces and Such

For those who are into kink and wish to try out new gadgets and contraptions, I encourage you to do so safely. But hold please, because in this case, the safety I’m speaking of is more towards reading the requirements for hanging your equipment from walls and ceilings. Because this can be necessary for swings and such, some couples may opt for a sex room in an area in their house where the ceilings are more conducive to that type of sex gear – like the basement.

The bottom line is there are many reasons that people may want sex rooms. However, I think in any case it comes down to having a safe space to be able to reconnect or even connect with ourselves in ways that weren’t made possible (for whatever reason) beforehand. 

If this appeals to you, you may be wondering how to create a sex room for yourself, especially after watching the Netflix series How to Build a Sex Room. Here are some ways.

Self-Survey: Remember A.S.L via Aim? You should and if you don’t you’re far too young to be reading this article. But similar to that, you want to get a quick and dirty rundown of what you're looking for out of your sex room. So, in this case, A.S.L stands for "agenda, sex, and location."

Agenda – What do you wish to get out of this sex room? What is your why?

Sex – What type of sex or touch do you intend to have in this space? How do you intend to utilize this space? Is it a swinging space, or one that is just for you and bae? Do you want to explore new kinks or are you pretty airtight on the things you want to try? 

Location – Where in your home do you envision this work of art being crafted? Are we keeping it in the bedroom or do we want it somewhere covert?

(L to R) Ryan, Raj, Melanie Rose in episode 101 of How To Build a Sex Room.Courtesy of Netflix 

DIY or For Hire: This one is rather simple. Hmm, on second thought, if you’re someone who doesn’t understand limitations, like me, you might have a difficult time realistically gauging how to go about building your sex room. Nevertheless, you must decide if this is something you want to pull a “do it yourself” with or if it requires you to hire a contractor. Perhaps a combination of the two – it simply depends on the answers to the first two questions.

Secret Shopper: Purchase the toys you’ll need to fill this space. However don’t get caught up like a kid at Christmas, as we want this space to be fulfilling but efficient – not cluttered. You might consider creating a list of must-haves to get you started and then creating a secondary. Wishlist. 

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