#big brain move watt

[thewallsaretalking-again]

Baby Chompazoids

Ok, because I can't keep my thoughts short and simple i had to make an entire new post for this. This is a continuation of this post:

So go there for a bit of context

Anyways, the question was if baby Chompazoids would also have feathers, being a sub-species of Dinobots and all that ( @x-vivern-x ). The answer: kind of. The Chompazoids have been compared to dogs many times by the TF wiki, but more important to me would be that the Chompazoids look very similar to Gorgonopsids, an old group of mammals. Taking those facts and The Chomps preference towards violence into account I've come up with this: Just like Dinobots, Chompazoids are born with feathers, but they aren't necessarily needed, their armor is thick enough to help them maintain a pleasant temperature without insulation. Even if they were needed, they wouldn't last very long, because baby chompaziods seem to take enjoyment in ripping their own fur-feathers out, like the little psychos they are. (Long story short, yes, they are born with feathers, but they rip them all out in the first week just because they can)

Here are some bonus facts about these lil' creechurs bc I have way too much time on my hands:

Chompazoids only stay with their parents for a week to a month after being born, before going off on their own and tearing through everything in their path

Little Chomps eat scraplets

Baby Chomps have no sense of balance and waddle around like mini wrecking balls most of the time

They don't have fur, but they don't have feathers. They have a strange in-between

Chompazoids wag their tails like dogs when their happy

Baby Chomps don't roar; they SCREECH

Chompazoids absolutely HATE being on their backs

Thats all folks, thanks for stopping by! (Bonus-bonus:)

#alinged continuity #art #my art #transformers #transformers robots in disguise #tf rid15 #tfp? #idk #tfrid 2015 underbite #tfrid 2015 chompazoids #headcannons #shitty doodles #shitty diagrams #I guess #I literally forgot to put tags until two hours later #big brain move watt #continuation post

[sunghoonsslut]

Knock Down P.SH

18+ Content MDNI SMUT NSFW

Genre: PWP SMUT 18+, Boxing AU, Gym trainer AU, College setting

Pairing: (Dom)Boxer Sunghoon X (Sub)Afab Reader

 Warnings: Smut (Minor Do Not Interact), MC is Right handed, She/Her pronouns used in reference to MC, teasing, Handsy/touchy Hoon, strength kink, size kink, fingering, edging, mean hoon, public sex, unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it), handjob, Cumming inside, ridding, orgasm denial/control, Mc knows nothing about boxing (and neither does the writer), somewhat manhandling, unspecified but MC is smaller than Sunghoon, name calling (Baby, Slut, Loser), 2 thigh slaps, big dick hoon :) I THINK that’s everything?? Please lmk if you think I missed anything

WC: 10.6k (This was supposed to be a short blurb like 3k max just to slowly introduce myself cnjsdvnwvn but here we are)

Song rec: Sweat by Anthony Watts

Preview : His amused chuckle hits your ear chest vibrating against your back moving any stray flyaway hairs away from your neck “What’s got you so distracted?” He whispers into your ear breath hot against your skin, catching the way you relax into his touch, stepping back slightly, getting closer to him.

LAST WARNING PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS LIST THOROUGHLY THIS IS 18+ CONTENT

“Come on, please I don’t want to do this alone,” Your friend is begging, pulling at your sleeve and distracting you with drawn-out pleads pressing her weight on your shoulder bringing you off center and away from the pile of work in front of you.

“Since when did you want to join a gym? When I suggested it last summer you said- and I quote, ‘I get plenty of dick so there isn’t a use, when I already get my cardio in’ End quote,” You pull free of her grip, smoothing out the fabric she had bunched up with an annoyed huff turning back towards the practically blank document on your laptop.

“I know but now it’s different, we could go together! And look,” She’s shoving her phone in your face so you have no choice but to watch her screen “They're offering two free boxing lessons for new joiners, the student discount is also a blessing,” She rants off the list of appealing offers listed on the gym’s website, swiping through photos to show off the luxury areas they have and how big of a place it is with a number of tennis courts, an indoor and outdoor swimming area, boxing ring, and generalized work out sections depending on what you want to do.

You groan shoving her hand away “If I say yes will you stop bugging me so I can finish this assignment,” You cave, knowing she’d continue on like this if you didn’t agree because if there is one thing your friend is, it’s persistent as she sits back in her seat grinning from ear to ear typing away on her form, filling out her information, quiet, finally settling back into your work groove. Typing away on the computer a tedious list of unanswered questions sits on the screen dual tabs opened on the laptop with the curriculum's textbook on the other side of the questions. Scrolling through skimming the lines that blur in front of you until the oncoming headache is too much and the number of questions has at least dwindled down to a mere fourteen instead of the thirty-seven you began with.

Stretching out you close the laptop only somewhat satisfied by the dent you managed to make in your work “Finally,” She swivels her chair next to you bringing out her phone, a lengthy form staring back at you.

“Can this wait till my brain isn’t fried?” You massage at your temples blinking at her phone, too mentally drained to even begin thinking about another screen to answer questions on.

nudging you in the side hard enough to leave a bruise she stays stern “You said you’d do it, no backing out now,” You mumble out a few choice words begrudgingly taking her phone to fill out the form with your information, selecting various options with your friend propped on your shoulder watching you carefully, too tired to swat her away.

It’s going smoothly getting through about half the questions, mostly basic questions about yourself when she interrupts you with an exasperated gasp causing you to pause “What are you doing? Say yes!” Your finger hovers over the No option under the question ‘Are you interested in our boxing program (The first two lessons are free for beginners)’.

“Boxing?” You turn your head to look at her eyes narrowing on her, having never mentioned anything about wanting to try boxing in the past ten years you've known her.

“Why not, it’s free,” she clicks on the yes button for you, freshly manicured nails sounding out against the screen, selecting the Beginners option from the drop-down menu when it asks for your experience level.

You let her do it not wanting to break into another argument, slumping forward slightly “You're not going to flake on me like you did when you said we should sign up for tennis are you?” She scrolls to the next section ignoring the question you asked “See this wasn’t so bad now you just gotta put in your student information for the discount and your card information,” 

You don’t miss her attempt at deflecting, taking the phone back to fill in the remaining spots. Trying to believe she’d commit to this since it was her idea “It’s gonna be great!” She pats you on the back, ‘a fun activity for the two of you' At least that’s how you reasoned it to be only semi-hopeful with her long list of previous commitments that lasted a week tops.

——

After only three days you’re waking up to messages with excuses of why she can’t join your gym sessions with a suddenly packed schedule; study sessions, dates, sorority events, Frat parties, a lab, you name it she’s suddenly there, there being: anywhere but the gym; making it clear she has no intention to continue using her membership, leaving you to go alone. Having already paid for the first month you might as well get some use out of it. Mentally noting you’d just cancel the subscription before it charges you for the upcoming month.

Today wasn’t any different, phone vibrating in your pocket the second you entered the gym with her ‘So, SO sorry, I really can’t today, woke up sore :(’ text message making you groan clicking your phone off without bothering to reply. It didn’t necessarily come as a surprise her ditching you as she has been the last few weeks but the least she could have done was show up for the boxing lesson she essentially forced on you, especially with a confirmation email a week in advance from the instructor, Sunghoon, and her assuring you that she ‘wouldn’t miss it for the world,’ over the phone the day before.

Setting your bag down by the boxing area of the gym contemplating if you should just leave, you didn’t even want to box in the first place. Weighing your options you scroll through your feed, images of your friend at a party the night before popping up after a few random sponsored posts building up annoyance clenching your jaw swiping through a thread to see the progression of just how drunk she had gotten. The photos get progressively blurry and unfocused with each swipe, the last photo being so fuzzy it’s hard to even recognize her sitting on the lap of some frat guy making out. 

You reach for your bag deciding to leave before the instructor shows up, maybe eat a pint of ice cream and watch some dated movie that aged badly to drown out your annoyance instead of subjecting yourself to an hour of bag punching “Hey,” a voice speaks out drawing you away from your phone to glimpse up at the new voice before you can back out dropping your hand and taking in the man standing in front of you his breathtaking appearance, freshly bleached hair, pointed jawline, and beautiful beauty marks dot his face like a constellation, a constellation you could easily get lost in forever looking at.

“I think one other person is joining us so we can wait a bit to see if they’ll come,” he sets his water bottle next to your things stretching his built arms across his body as if he couldn't get more attractive. You set your head back slightly conflicted, no way you could walk out now, not without a reasonable excuse at least, and it’s not like you could say he had the wrong person with the area being completely empty aside from the two of you.

You look back at him as he’s setting things up before you find your voice “She’s not,” it comes out sounding more bitter than you intended watching the way he raises an eyebrow silently questioning how you could know that.

“I mean,” You take in a deep breath poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue trying to bite back the things you really want to say, “she’s my friend, and sent me a message saying she couldn’t make it.. sick” you backtrack explaining your reaction which softens his features.

“I see, I prefer one on one anyways, easier to focus, you’ve got my undivided attention,” he assures you, pushing his hair out of his face, eyes looking over you, in the matching workout attire you choose to wear, making sure to wear your hair out of your face as he suggested in the email silently glad that your friend canceled so he could get someone as stunning as you alone to himself.

Stretching his arms high above his head, your eyes skim over the definition of his muscles seeing how strong he is watching the faint flex of his arm eyes trailing down to where skin peeks out from where his shirt rises showing off a bit of his toned abdomen shorts hanging low enough on his hips to show the V line, making you sweat without having even started yet “Go easy on me?” voice shifting tone with nerves slightly cracking, you look back over his face, soft smile an antithesis to the rest of his body language.

“Don’t worry I’m not going to throw you around just yet,” he assures you with a wink hearing the infliction in your voice, finding it cute how nervous he makes you.

“We’ll start easy, you want to show me how you think you’re supposed to stand?” Sunghoon motions for you to take the floor and demonstrate, eyes widening at the request, suddenly even standing was a doubtful action.

Raising from where you were sitting you scratch over your neck avoiding looking at your instructor, “So, I’ve never actually boxed before…” you shuffle your weight from foot to foot trying to focus on anything else “I’ve never even watched a boxing match,” You admit, slightly embarrassed having not even looked up a youtube video for the basics in preparation.

He lets out a laugh that echoes off the empty walls of the usual lively gym deserted with classes in full swing across campus, taking a step closer to you, but keeping just enough space so you aren’t uncomfortable, “that’s okay, I don’t expect you to be able to knock me out, I’m just curious I’ll fix your stance,” uncertain you stand with your legs slightly apart and bring your fists up in front of your chest.

Encircling around you his eyes take in the way you’ve stood it feels wrong, especially under his sharp eyes analyzing you making you subconsciously straighten up as Sunghoon goes into instructor mode, “Can I touch you?” His eyes meet yours as soon as he’s done looking over you, waiting for a response before he does anything, your throat feeling hoarse “Y-yeah,” you mentally slap yourself for tripping over your words clearing your throat. Stopping behind you, you can hear his soft chuckle hit your ears, finding the little hiccup “cute,” sending a shudder through your body.

Sunghoon’s hands make contact with your waist fingers pressing in just enough to slightly indent “Okay, now are you right or left-handed?” his hands are warmer than you thought they’d be noting how they sat against your skin bigger than yours as he holds you perfectly.

“Right,” you answer still focused on the mere size difference between you both “We’re gonna bring your right leg back, a little bit wider than shoulder width,” he’s explaining breath fanning over your neck as he starts his demonstration, his left hand continues to rest on your waist, right hand trailing down and cupping your hip applying slight pressure to let you know to step back and angle yourself following his lead. Sunghoon lets you adjust to the new stance habitually rubbing your hip with his thumb as you try and focus on what he’s saying.

“That’s good, This base stance makes you appear smaller so you’re not as big of a target as for your hands you just gotta bring them up by your head and raise your shoulders…” you can’t help the way your mind drifts fixated on his hand rubbing your hip, subtly pressing harder and wondering how they’d feel elsewhere with how easily you fit in his grip hands against your body expertly, eyes falling closed, losing yourself in the feeling momentarily you breathe out a small “yeah,” mindlessly replying mid-explanation without realizing it.

Pausing his instructions the side of his lips raises “You got that then?” He stills his hands waiting for a response knowing fully well he didn’t even finish his entire explanation and you return back to what’s going on “Hm?” You let out confused blinking to yourself realizing you zoned out halfway through his directions.

His amused chuckle hits your ear chest vibrating against your back moving any stray flyaway hairs away from your neck “What’s got you so distracted?” He whispers into your ear breath hot against your skin, catching the way you relax into his touch, stepping back slightly, getting closer to him.

“Nothing, I just..” you try to think up excuses, but the only thing that comes to mind is the way Sunghoon’s muscular body feels pressed against yours, licking over your lip feeling dryer than usual now as you try and figure out what to say.

“Don’t worry it’s just the two of us, tell me what you were thinking about?” He reminds you of the empty area fingers ghosting over your side with feathering touches that feel like electricity driving you crazy.

“It’s just your hand..” You lose your train of thought momentarily when he resumes his ministrations massaging your side as if asking you to continue reminding you exactly why you interrupted him.

Nose presses up against your neck inhaling against your skin “What about my hands?” The proximity makes it difficult to focus, almost dizzying, letting your shoulders drop and relaxing into his body further feeling closer than before, head lolling to the side giving him more access, tempting to kiss over the expanse of your neck that he can reach.

You’re resisting the urge to mewl out with every move of his hands pressing into you deeper with a bruising grip while inching inwards dangerously close to your center “They-” You don’t finish your thought when the sound of someone clearing their throat sounds out against the room “Damn, hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Leaning against the entrance to the boxing area Jay watches the two of you with arms crossed gym bag hanging low off his shoulder, and a raised eyebrow, amused. Sunghoon unimpressed meets his friend's eyes from where he stands behind you looking over you once more trying to memorize the way you look under his temptation in this moment before creating some distance between you regrettably, giving his friend the side eye you’re jolted out of the almost hypnotic trance Sunghoon had on you.

“Just doing a lesson,” Sunghoon grits out annoyed with the sudden intrusion on his instruction cracking his knuckles.

“I can see that,” Jay chuckles looking over you for a second before stepping further into the gym “Hee and I are just gonna spar for a bit so don’t mind us,” He explains heading over to the practice ring in the middle of the room, hiking his gym bag up his arm.

Embarrassment rushes through your face feeling hot with emotion just with how you were acting you bury your head into a nearby punching bag “Get it together…” you mumble to yourself trying to reassure yourself it’s just a boxing lesson and shouldn’t be getting hot and bothered like this from feeling up your instructor.

“Hey it’s okay,” Sunghoon tries to reassure you, pulling you away and off the bag wanting to get back to teaching now that Jay decided to insert himself into things and make things difficult. 

Bouncing in through the door, Heeseung glances around for Jay sight landing on you and Sunghoon, eyes double taking on you. straightening up and walking towards the two of you, not even bothering to look at Jay who’s in the complete opposite direction.

You look over at the familiar figure making his way over to you as if you couldn’t get more embarrassed, Sunghoon sees the way you shy away from his friend and turns to talk to him.

“Didn’t see you guys on the schedule for using the ring,” Sunghoon explains to Heeseung who just gives him a hum more interested in talking to you.

“So, you’re taking boxing lessons?” Hee asks starting to wrap his hands almost expertly only looking down to confirm it’s in the right places but his attention seems fixated on you.

“Oh yeah, my friend signed us up for them,” You explain looking down at Heeseung’s hands with interest unsure how he was able to do that so quickly.

Sunghoon clears his throat slightly, bringing your attention back to him, eyes finding his “So you know Heeseung?” Sunghoon asks, wondering exactly how much you knew about his friend.

“Yeah, he helped me out with figuring out some of the equipment a few days ago,” you explain the memories and feelings of embarrassment flooding through you as if just a few seconds ago wasn’t bad enough.

Cursing out as you try and figure out how exactly this machine worked having just seen some guy using it not too long ago you sit in a similar position attempting to use it but nothing budging, about to give up and move on to something else, something you know, a treadmill is easy enough to navigate.

“Hey, you need to change the weight on it,” a voice explains, smiling softly and pointing to the weights on the side catching you off guard unaware someone was watching you struggle as you make eye contact with the guy to your side who must’ve been working out close by with the way his hair drips with sweat sides of his face lined with droplets water bottle in his hand.

Burying your face in your hands you shake your head “Sorry… I don’t do this a lot…” you mumble as the guy fixes up the amount of weight looking you over to try and gauge how much you could handle while also getting a better look at how pretty you are.

“Give that a try, let me know if it’s too much or if you need more,” he waits for you to use it, nodding you pull and it moves with a bit of pressure as opposed to before.

You let out a relieved sigh giving the stranger a small nod “Works great… thanks…” you pause having not caught his name as he shoots you a wink “Heeseung, anything at all don’t hesitate to ask,” he offers before running off to finish his own workout.

The brief interaction left you embarrassed hoping to never meet him again purely in the fact to not relive those memories, but as your luck happens to be it was not in your favor.

“You know me always wanting to help out the newbies,” Heeseung nudges his friend but his eyes stay transfixed on you which Sunghoon notices with a clenched jaw he rolls his eyes, “Yeah always so generous,”  he grits out unimpressed

“I’m actually really good, some would even say better than Hoon,” Heeseung gets back on the topic of boxing again making you eye between the two friends Sunghoon’s eyes roll and arms stretching out to show off his arms.

Sunghoon lets out a brief laugh shaking his head letting his hair fall in his face “Is that why I knocked you out last week?” he questions with a head tilt leaving the older to poke the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“What if we-” Heeseung is about to challenge his friend but doesn’t finish as Jay nudges his friend harshly in his side making a face you're unable to see but it’s enough of a signal to let the taller one know to knock it off Heeseung mouthing what looks like a ‘why?’  towards his friend.

“Okay, you think you can show me the stance?” Sunghoon steps in front of you arms crossed showing off his strong build clearly annoyed by the interruption while blocking your view of his friends forcing you to focus back on him.

It takes you a few seconds to process the question but answer with a “Sure,” trying to sound confident attempting to remember all the things he just told you, you move in slow motion bringing your right foot back and raising your shoulders upwards followed by your fists on both sides of your head looking upwards at your instructor as if asking if it was correct.

Stepping closer to you his eyes bounce from your lips to your eyes and before you can ask if it’s correct his thumb lightly grazes over your bottom lip tugging it down slightly with the motion falling to trap your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “Don’t forget to tuck that chin, don’t want to hurt that pretty face,” he applies enough pressure with his thumb to have you tuck downwards to your chest, eyes never leaving yours.

“Perfect,” He approves removing his hand, making you ease up a bit letting out a breath only for him to take a step closer making you freeze up faces inches apart, “Don’t let your guard down, and always focus on your opponent,” he reminds you, laughing at the way you silently blink at him words caught in your throat.

“I’m really close aren’t I?” He points out watching the way you hum and nod “Probably shouldn’t let your opponent this close, right?” He cocks his head to the side waiting for a reply other than silence moving a section of hair away from your face to demonstrate just how close he is.

“Probably,” you try and focus on what he’s saying other than the dizzying closeness your eyes lingering on his lips and how if you leaned forward even a little yours would press against his.

“So, let me show you how to get away,” he explains moving away to better demonstrate and you can’t help but miss the close proximity swallowing your nerves and trying to remind yourself this is a boxing lesson he was just doing his job.

“You don’t want to trip so, shuffle backward, never let your legs cross, move the leg furthest back and then follow it with the other leg,” Sunghoon demonstrates shuffling back away from you a few feet then forward and back again signaling for you to demonstrate it as well. You do as he explains moving back by shuffling back foot then front foot until you’re far enough away and then switching to move back towards him easily finding the movement and reaching him.

You do the same exercise but side to side and when you’re back in front of him you stop taking a moment to look up at him and how he’s taller than you making you look up at him “That was easy,” You shrug making him tilt his head and hum.

“Oh? How about this then,” He pauses taking a few steps back before continuing “you get a head start but you have to shuffle away from me and try to not let me corner you,” He challenges “If it’s so easy,” he adds you let out a breath not meaning to challenge his instruction but you accept it waiting for his signal to start unsure how sure you are that you can evade him, your eyes meet his and he gives you a nod giving you to go ahead and just like a game of hide and seek he’s counting down.

From ten you start shuffling away from him backward trying to create enough distance it wouldn’t be too hard to get away and after what feels like less than a few seconds “Zero,” leaves his lips making you look up to see him moving forward almost too quickly shuffling your direction with ease eyes focused completely on you like his next meal.

You freeze with the progress he’s managed to make in just a few seconds causing you to fall behind as you compose yourself starting to shuffle away from him again backing up while you look at him and you go as far as you could until you’re met with cold.

Back hitting the concrete wall behind you, you panic tearing your eyes away to see your options boxing bags on both sides of you before your vision fixes back over to Sunghoon who is significantly closer with his long legs giving him an advantage with how much further he can move, reaching you a few seconds later and caging you between his arms body pressing against you as he lets out a disappointed tsk “Caught you,” he shakes his head as you let out a shocked squeal noise caught off guard.

He glances at the watch on his wrist that has a stopwatch going to see how long it would take “Fifteen seconds? Not so easy then was it?” He sounds disappointed shaking his head, you give him a half smile almost embarrassed you couldn’t last a little longer.

He stays unmoving just looking at you waiting for you to tell him to move “Probably shouldn’t let my opponents this close,” you point out nervously unsure where to rest your hands that were previously at your side.

His face is right next to yours looking at you catching the way you avoid looking directly at him as a hand comes up helping to cup your jaw turning your face to look at him cocking his head waiting on your reply, dry swallowing your anxieties now forced to give him your full attention “Probably,” his lower half is pressed into you one leg slotted between your two making the room spin as if it were still just the two of you pressed against each other pressure on your lower halves clearly affecting both of you wanting to move against his leg for anything more.

“Ah, Fuck,” A thud follows the curse making you look away and just past Sunghoon to see what the commotion was, Sunghoon peering back over his shoulder as well to see Heeseung in a headlock, courtesy of Jay. Sunghoon lets out a sigh backing away to release you.

“Let me go you asshole,” Heeseung tries to peel his friend away, Sunghoon stands with his arms crossed watching the two shaking his head at the bickering pair 

Turning towards you Sunghoon doesn’t let his voice carry leaning downwards to whisper against your ear sending chills up your spine “Things can get worse if you get cornered so just be aware of your surroundings, let's work on some basic jabs and blocks for now,” you silently agree following him over to a punching bag embarrassingly wet with arousal sticking to your underwear from him barely doing anything.

——-

God, of course, he was using the gym at the same time as you, he seemed like the only person you were running into recently. Sitting on a bench with your small weights placed in front of you, getting lost in the way his sweat-soaked shirt sticks to his skin, remembering the way he felt pressed up behind you his silk-like voice whispering against your ear. How he had you caged against him and the wall driving you insane. Now watching the way his muscles flexed with each curl of the weight in his grip wondering how easy it would be for him to just grab you and pin you up against-

“Are you just gonna keep eye fucking him?” Your friend’s voice asks in a sneer making you jump caught off guard and tearing your eyes away from Sunghoon to see her dressed in workout attire hair up and arms crossed in judgment.

Her eyes are jumping between you and Sunghoon across the gym “What the fuck?” You ask, hand over your chest at the sudden intrusion both confused and caught off guard unsure how long she’s been standing there or even how long you were watching him.

“What? Didn’t we sign up for the gym together?” She points out with an almost “Duh” sound following her statement making you scoff at the way she tried to shield blame from herself knowing fully well the shock it is to see her here.

“You haven’t been here in weeks,”  you point out crossing your arms to match her energy, still bitter, having gotten to the point you don’t even bother asking if she’ll go.

She waves her hand off playing it off as the past is the past “And I thought you were actually using the gym not just using your membership to stare at Sunghoon,” she turns the conversation to you, something she was very good at doing recently and especially to get details.

“I am using it, he was my boxing instructor,” you pick up one of your weights to demonstrate you using the gym ‘technically’.

“I know, I signed us up for him specifically,” she reminds you that she made the point of vying for boxing lessons, not that you could forget, still mad at her for ditching you, “You’re welcome,” she adds with a smile and subtle wink you don’t miss.

She proceeds to join you on the bench uncaring that you might actually want to work out and not gossip “So have you guys fucked yet? Or are you playing the long game,” she unabashed asks as if he isn’t a few feet away eyes going wide.

“He’s just my instructor,” you hiss out shushing her looking back over to Sunghoon to make sure he hasn’t suddenly appeared next to you like she summoned him or something.

“So not yet then,” she frowns adding in a “boo,” out of disappointment, she looks over at him eyes scanning over him making you more annoyed as you adjust your seat so you’re in the way of her seeing him uncaring as she catches on to your maneuver.

“If you must be so invasive, no we haven’t,”

“Well you should soon, he’s looking right at you,” She brags making you still unsure if she was trying to get a reaction out of you, giving her arm a very light punch and a nervous laugh not daring to look over too nervous she was lying like she usually does.

“Now tell me about this guy you abandoned me to go fuck,” You turn it back on her tiered of her always questioning you wanting to know the details of what her recent reason has been for avoiding the gym.

Letting out an annoyed groan she rubs over her face, “Don’t get me started on him, he’s a great kisser but he was shit at everything else, I mean how is he gonna pass out after only one round, and didn’t even make me cum?” she lets out an exacerbated sigh as she continues on about her failed attempts to find good dick, and a part of you can’t help but consider this her karma.

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“I’m sorry for crashing your plans to nail that girl,” Jay apologizes to his friend who is mid-set curling a weight, strong biceps on full display with rolled-up sleeves a group of girls by the water fountain conveniently all using it watching the two Jay taking note of a particularly cute girl but Sunghoon keeps working uncaring of his entourage.

“Yeah, you and Heeseung are like permanent cockblocks,”  Sunghoon grunts out as he completes a rep working out his frustration from the other day unable to get you in particular off his mind and the way you melted into him.

“You aren’t any better, and you didn’t exactly send a ‘hey guys I’m gonna go ahead and fuck the girl I’m supposed to be instructing,’ text,” Jay tries to argue not that it would have stopped the pair from showing up most likely feigning ignorance.

Leaning down next to his friend Jay decides to explain his reasons for bothering Sunghoon mid-set “But I just happen to have a foolproof plan,” Jay boasts eyes making their way over to a particular duo of giggling girls one happening to be you.

“This isn’t going to be like that new year's party again, is it?” Sunghoon questions skeptical of his friend remembering Jay’s last idea and just how horrible that night ended. Placing the pair of weights on the ground by his feet and letting himself have a small rest period to talk to Jay.

“That… look do you want my help or not?”

Bringing his towel up towards his face to dab the sweat that's built up on his face away “What’s this genius idea of yours?” Sunghoon muses taking in his friend’s annoyance, tipping his water bottle back to let the cool liquid fall down his throat eyes falling over to where you’re sitting across the gym, talking with another girl, laughing.

“I’ll need something from you after but…” He follows his friend’s line of sight over to you, amused. “That can come after,” Jay brings his attention back over to get into the discussion.

“Let’s do it,” Sunghoon can't stand not having you a second longer already intrigued and frustrated, eyes working their way over you not caring that your friend is watching him check you out as he listens to Jay’s plan on how exactly they would get you alone.

——-

Finishing up your set and wiping down your area with sanitary wipes you spot a figure walking towards you out of the corner of your eye moving out of the way so that they could use the equipment walking over to where you set your bag down. Squatting down to find the headphone case you had thrown in haphazardly.

Walking past the cleaned station without a pause making their way over to you. Looking up at the fast-approaching guy you recognize him in an instant in his black muscle tee that shows off his figure arms looking bigger than the last time you saw him, blond hair sticking to his forehead from his own workout, the inescapable Park Sunghoon.

Dabbing away droplets of sweat from your warmup you silently admire the way he manages to look so good even covered in a layer of sweat “What’s up?” You take out your headphones to hear him dropping the case back into your bag.

Looking down at you where you’re squatting down already has his mind turning “I need a practice buddy,” he points over his shoulder towards the practice ring where you’ve watched him and Heeseung go at it a couple of times, always so intimidated by the way they fought always worried one of them could actually get injured.

Going over the request in your head you can’t help the bubbling anxious feeling in your chest “Then go use Jay,” You nod your head over to the mop of Brown hair sitting and gulping down his water on a nearby bench with his head thrown back having just finished his own workout by the way his hair drips in sweat.

“I fight him all the time. I need someone different,” You give him a skeptical look, Sunghoon is a great boxer, and with only one lesson you definitely lacked skill especially to go against someone clearly as seasoned as him, this isn’t like when he was teaching you exactly.

“Don’t you need a challenge? I hardly think beating up a newbie is going to help you get better,” you shove up against the ground to your feet trying to stay resilient and not give in to him.

“Maybe I can teach you a thing or two,” he offers throwing in a “free of charge,” to entice you while dragging you by your wrists closer to the practice ring where you miss the wink Jay sends his friend followed by a thumbs up.  “Besides, there's only so much you can do with a bag, the real thing is much harder,” he persuades as if it made sense to just jump right in his thumbs rubbing against your wrist trying to soothe any nerves with a smile.

“I’ll go easy on you, don’t worry,” he assures you, seeing the hesitation drawn across your face with knit eyebrows and an apparent internal battle with yourself as you stare down at his hands holding yours doing more to send goosebumps through your whole body with memories of the last time it was just the two of you in such close proximity.

You know deep down it’s not a good idea that he probably has some ulterior motive but the way he smiles at you makes it so tempting “Look it’s just us here anyways so no one will even see when you lose,” you look over to where Jay was sitting noting his spot now empty looking up at Sunghoon giving a slight nod of affirmation sealing your fate as he perks up practically dragging you over to where they keep some of the spare boxing equipment.

“You better go easy on me,” you warn, grabbing at the pair of gloves that fit you, Sunghoon’s hand on the small of your back drags your mind away from boxing momentarily almost dropping the gloves.

His laugh fills your senses looking up to watch his smile overtake his face “I just want to help you out,” he walks over to his own bag to pick out his personal gloves. Sliding on the gloves you nervously glance over to where Sunghoon is setting up watching when he lifts his shirt up slightly to wipe off some of the sweat that had stuck to his forehead giving you a better look at his toned muscular stomach hard abs shining in sweat caught up in a daze before he drops his shirt watching the way you stare at him flexing his arms to show off how hard he’d been working. When you’re finally done thirsting over your opponent you close your eyes tight trying to picture anything other than Sunghoon’s gorgeous body, thighs rubbing together out of habit.

“You ready?” He’s in front of you when you open your eyes, stretching an arm across his body, muscles flexing with the move as you stumble over your words.

When you do manage to get out an actual answer he’s helping you into the ring plastic mat cool under your bare feet.

As soon as you step into the box his entire demeanor changes he’s watching you like a tiger prepared for your moves like you’re the latest prey. Yeah, you fucked up, You gulp down the nerves stepping closer which he doesn’t show concern from as you bring your fists up, chin tucked just like he taught you.

“Bring your leg back, remember?” Sunghoon points out so you can adjust before you start, your foot goes back angling yourself just like Sunghoon had taught you nerves already getting to you.

“Ready?” He asks tilting his head before taking a similar stance, you gulp down giving the tiniest “yeah,” and just like that it starts, you stay unmoving waiting to see what his first move will be not wanting to be the catalyst that starts it too nervous to throw the first punch, he starts by moving around the outer part of the ring, you following his lead stepping, in turn, shorter legs moving around closer to the center to keep your distance almost too focused on your legs and not tripping and just moving that when he’s moved forward and is now in front of you it catches you off guard.

Sending one of your firsts forward he expertly blocks it, returning it with his own unexpected punch that lands as you wince at the action rubbing at the spot on your arm where he hit. “Don’t let up now,” he reminds you right when he sends another punch your way, and before you can react he’s hitting you in the chest gearing up for another punch that you’re luckily able to block, letting out an annoyed huff taking a shuffle back “Good block,” he’s quick to praise before shuffling forward, longer strides making him closer than previously as you land a punch on his arm that has no effect on him and makes you stumble more than anything. 

Recentering yourself and getting your footing he takes the opportunity to punch your side lightly, never fully using his strength, still letting out a groan instinctively going to rub it but before you know it he’s shuffling forward, so close that out of shock, you step back, feet colliding together tripping yourself and sending you backward hitting the mat you can feel the air leave your lungs trying to gasp a breath down at the impact.

Sunghoon wastes no time in shedding his gloves throwing them to the side before he’s on top of you pinning you down on the ground too easily only using one of his hands to hold the two of yours down at the wrists above your head while you just attempt to regain your breath from the hit chest moving up and down with each struggling breath gasping for air with his weight on top of you, not completely but enough to restrict the airflow.

“Get off… of me,” you’re finally able to huff out between heavy inhales his body which is slotted in between your legs and on top of you is restricting your already struggling airflow, attempting to pull your hands downwards and free only for his grip to tighten keeping you still, a satisfied smile covering his face enjoying the way you struggle against his strength.

“Are you okay?” It’s an odd question considering that he’s the reason for your struggling on and off the mat, and in any other circumstance it would be a sweet gesture but not right in this moment “I’ll be better once you let me go,” 

You let out a high-pitched frustrated whine struggling to get free, a sound, Sunghoon enjoys a little too much with an increasingly hard situation forming in his shorts you attempt to pull your arms down once again before trying to push up off the mat which is impossible, as your hips meet his keeping you down, Sunghoon has to hold back from moaning at the movement. “What happened to going easy on me?” You pout still trying to get your hands free bulky gloves not helping unable to grip anything so with no luck you lay there under him limply.

“I was,” he wipes the loose strands of hair out of your face with his free hand subtly tracing over your features with every brush showing no signs that he’s tired. You scoff at the claim hints of the strawberry smoothie you had earlier still on your breath which hits Sunghoon’s nose. 

“Since when did this turn into wrestling?” You attempt to push up but his body keeps you in place pressing against his “Since you lasted a minute at most,” he estimates letting you struggle against him rutting up to try and push him off only doing more to make him hard every push forward as he keeps you grounded under him.

You resort to wrapping your legs around his waist for any kind of leverage trying to move him by shifting all your weight side to side without any luck the only thing you’re doing is grinding against Sunghoon’s lower half forcing him to release a low grunt with the stimulation you’re providing, “What do I have to do for you to get off of me,” you give in, laying your head back against the mat in defeat, tired of fighting, wasting the little strength you do have, it’s clearly having no effect on him as he’s not even breathing heavily.

“I have a couple of ideas,” his free hand moves to play with the band of your shorts making you gulp down your throat going dry “If you’re up to it, of course,” he presses down on you further with his hips boner evident as soon as he rolls his hips against yours making you realize exactly what you did in your struggle to get free.

A choked gasp leaves your lips eyes widened looking down between the two of you noticing the evident hard-on he’s developed straining against the front of his gym shorts slowly raising your eyes and meeting his playful gaze “What do you say?” Face leaning in closer to yours, noses now brushing against each other.

A ping of worry hugs your chest “What if someone walks in?” You can’t help but be anxious letting your head fall to the side attempting to glance over at the double doors, vision obscured by a pillar.

Sunghoon cups your jaw bringing your face forward towards him so you have to look at him “Don’t worry, Jay’s making sure no one comes in,” he assures you a droplet of sweat landing on your forehead as he holds your face straight.

“He’s in on this?” If you could hit him in the chest, you would but with your hands tied up at the moment all you’re able to do is look at him dumbfounded, mouth slightly agape blinking up at him.

“Yeah, told him I’d let him beat me to impress this cam girl he’s been obsessing over, so what do you say?” his mouth hovers above yours, lips tempting you.

You can’t deny the way he makes your hormones go haywire with even the slightest proximity and how often he’s been circling around your brain recently especially late at night in your room with nothing but your fingers to satisfy you “Aren’t you curious?” he shoves into you again, any apprehensive thoughts leaving your mind hot breath over your lips.

“Fuck it,” you concede leaning upwards to press your lips to his, difficult with your hands above your head but he presses back forcing you back sandwiched between himself and the mat, lips crashing into yours with haste, working his hands to get the boxing gloves off your hands as you feel lost in his lips working expertly against yours, tongue pressing into your mouth for more, it’s intoxicating letting him take control his lips working with desperation over yours.

Shoving the gloves off you roll your wrists adjusting to the new freedom, Sunghoon’s hands instantly start traveling down your body squeezing occasionally over your curves hands pressing your hips down with a bruising grip keeping you in place and letting you know he’s still running the show.

With free hands you sneak them under his shirt curious touch moving over his abdomen, tracing over every dip and defined line of his abdominal muscles counting as his shirt raises the higher your touch goes forcing him to break the kiss and throw it off for you to admire the body you’ve only gotten teasing peeks at up until now, he’s towering over you straddling your lap “Don’t think I haven’t seen the way you’ve been staring at me, begging like a slut for me to fuck you,” You mindlessly nod biting your lower lip to hide the embarrassing whine you want to let out, reaching out to feel him again, before you can he’s fast to capture your wrists pinning them next to your body making you struggle again wiggling to try and get free and feel him again.

“Wait your turn,” he reminds you that he’s still got the upper hand kissing over your neck painfully agonizing taking his time.

Making his way downwards peppering kisses along your collarbone until he meets the top of your bra eyes fixated on yours maintaining eye contact “Keep your hands off,” he pauses kissing over the top of the bra you’re wearing “Until I get this off,” You let out a frustrated whine but obliged his request nodding, not trusting your voice, letting up his grip on your wrists you resist the temptation to cling to him taking in a deep inhale chest rising looking all the more enticing kissing over the fabric and around, driving you crazy with each avoiding move you distract yourself by tugging your shorts down partially, trying to give your hands something to do until he gives you what you want.

Finally, his hand is pulling at the zipper in front, grateful you chose to wear a sports bra with easy access. It feels like forever as he unveils more of your chest until you feel the fabric separate, cold air from the air conditioner blasting hitting your chest making you shudder. a low groan from Sunghoon “fuck you’re perfect,” follows as he’s quick to make contact with your chest lips wrapping around one breast making you mewl out eyes shutting struggling to shrug off the fabric arching upwards towards him assisting only by lifting your back upwards closer to him and his mouth making you whimper.

As soon as your bra is shoved off your needy touch clings to him, like honey you’re a fly trapped in his presence grabbing onto his broad shoulders his tongue swirling over the hard bud making you moan out loudly, bouncing off the walls of the empty area. Core dripping with arousal rutting against his thigh subtly to try and get more relief, impatient, not going unnoticed by him.

Releasing your breast with a pop he shoves the shorts you got half off all the way down with one strong yank “What were you saying about my hands the other day?” He asks, kissing up your jaw to your ear fingers ghosting over your clothed core in a teasing manner making you shudder with anticipation.

“Mmmm, they feel so nice,” you recall the moments before you got interrupted, overwhelming thoughts now coming true better than you imagined.

“They do?” He presses down against the fabric of your underwear, feeling how wet you’ve already got them, hips bucking up for more pressure making you whimper “You’re soaked,” he remarks letting your head nod yes “for you,” you desperately breathe out needing more pushing your underwear deeper seeping in your desire.

You’re groaning out at the teasing wanting him to do something about to whine out for more before you feel him pulling your underwear to the side he can feel exactly how slicked up you’ve gotten two fingers teasing your folds purposefully ghosting over your clit until you let out a loud complaint “Please Hoon!” You beg, trying to buck your hips for just a little more, Sunghoon’s low laugh hitting your ears, “Please what? Sluts know what they want.” He stills his movements completely making you cry out, pathetic over Sunghoon.

“Your fingers, Please, Please, need them in- '' You moan out when you feel him press two digits in, arching upwards sound of your skin lifting up off the mat previously stuck to it from the mixture of heat and sweat. Starting at an agonizingly slow pace working his fingers in and out of you listening to the way you let out pathetic noises pulling his fingers almost fully out before sinking back into your heat occasionally spreading his fingers out for more of an impact “More, please, Hoon, I need more,” giving into your begs he changes up to a brutal pace, fingers moving in and out quicker than you can register thumb moving over your clit making you let out incoherent babbles he knows exactly what he’s doing watching the way you turn into a puddle under him letting out pretty high pitched noises.

Curling his fingers to hit different areas you’re a mess, wet noises sounding out with every press inward trying to contain your high mouth biting down on his shoulder, you practically yell out when he finds your sweet spot, “Right there,” he angles his fingers to hit that spot repeatedly you’re squeezing down on his fingers with a vice “Gonna cum-” you mumble out against his neck your mind going fuzzy begging to reach that familiar high which is so close a series of whimpers leaving your mouth until the minute he retracts his fingers making you curse out “no, no, no Stop playing with me,” You’re pathetic begging dripping in sweat desperate for him to let you win arousal leaking out onto the mat under you, lips grazing over yours looking into his eyes with the most pleading look you can muster your nails dig into his back.

He presses his lips to yours for a brief kiss before he’s speaking against your mouth “Losers don’t get to cum before me,” He points out taking no pity on you with a jutted-out lip gripping onto his back, nails probably leaving marks as you nod “Take your prize then” your hand wanderers downwards between you both pausing over the evident bulge straining against the fabric of his shorts your finger trails over it teasing him as he did you while sizing up just how big he is gulping down. “Open,” Sunghoon tells you watching the way you almost instantly open your mouth, the fingers he had just taken out of you pushing into your mouth for you to lick clean of your own arousal. Starting to palm over the fabric making him curse out lowly when you squeeze over the base unsteady breaths leaving his lips as he watches the way you move your hand over his underwear working up a pace, strokes getting progressively quicker while sucking on his fingers at the same time, it feels sinful. 

“Keep going,” he encourages hissing out when you slip your cold hand into the material wanting to feel him completely, heavy in your hand and warm you work over him. He’s bigger than you thought as you tease his tip where precum is leaking out making him throw his head back a low groan leaves his mouth, muscles tensing, and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth dripping in saliva.

Hand wrapping around your wrist to still your movements looking up at Sunghoon, raising an eyebrow at him “Why do you want me to stop?” You question, face coming closer to yours  “Because I want to see you ride me,” he pulls your hand out of his pants wanting to avoid cumming in his pants before he even gets to feel you.

Pushing his shorts and boxers down in one movement, letting his dick hard and aching for release rest against your stomach making you gulp down seeing the mere size you let out a whimper satisfying him as he lets out a soft chuckle, “Not even in you yet and you’re making all these noises.” he taunts pulling your underwear that wasn’t even coving your core off to join his.

“You can take it, be my good little slut,” he kisses the tip of your nose dick pressing against your stomach showing you just how deep he’s going to be in you making you clench around nothing but needing him “You’re so big,”.

Maneuvering the two of you so that you’re on his lap straddling him “Show me you can take it,”. You grind down on him which elicits a moan as you smile to yourself before positioning his dick at your entrance slowly taking your time to sink down on him as you moan directly into his ear while he starts to suck on your neck. He bucks his hips up ever so slightly on purpose making you let out another surprise moan.

“Fuck Sunghoon, you’re huge” you pant out holding onto his shoulders to steady yourself and prepare yourself already squeezing down on him barely halfway in. Hands gripping your hips he uses his thumbs to rub soothingly against your skin trying his best not to fuck you from below.

He watched the way your face contorts gasping out with every inch eyes squeezing shut in preparation “Pussy keeps sucking me in asking for more,” He eyes stay trained on where the two of you meet watching the way he’s almost fully inside feeling the way you squeeze down on him, it’s addictive.

“Almost there,” he’s impatient wanting to let you adjust but his hips jump up and he’s fully sheathed inside of you making you gasp out at the deepness hugging onto his shoulders to steady yourself resting your forehead against his.

He’s rubbing at your side smiling “wanna see you bounce,” he says after giving you a few seconds to adjust still squeezing him tightly still shocked at the way you managed to take him all.

He’s assisting you with small movements starting with rocking up and down “Just like that baby,” he lets you take over the movement feeling the way you wrap around him when he fills you up, you’re moving up and down more still trying to work up a quicker pace.

It’s not like you’ve never ridden anyone before but it’s been a while and never anyone nearly as big as Sunghoon who seems to be reaching new places inside of you.

You keep your small bounces Sunghoon’s hips moving up to meet yours making you clench down hard letting out a noise that’s somewhere between shock and pleasure, a sound Sunghoon only wishes he could record and replay over and over.

“Making me do all the work? Come on baby show me how much you want it,” you don’t fight him as you just continue to bounce on his cock working yourself up higher before coming down you can feel yourself starting to sweat, legs wobbly as you continue your movements rising and falling working you both up.

Sunghoon whispers words of approval reveling in the feeling of you and how deep he presses into you tightness engulfing him in pleasure. You’re caught off guard when you feel his lips wrap around one of your buds making you stall your hips stilling momentarily trying to focus on Sunghoon. A sharp sting on your thigh follows making you hiss out at the pain, a part of you loves it though squeezing down on him with the sensation.

He lets out a curse at the feeling head falling back slightly “Keep going,” he soothes over the spot he slapped as lightly as he can frustration building as you start to bounce struggling to build up a rhythm again.

“You can do better than that,” he encourages hands resting on your waist assisting you to ride him, taking him deeper and faster as you shake your head no with a choked-out sound with your hands on his shoulders trying to use him as leverage to bounce.

Hips jumping up to meet yours he impatiently fucks up into you, your legs shaking with every bounce “Going to have to work those legs out more,” he makes note eyes watching the way your bodies connect taking him, getting sloppy with louder whines “Please Hoon, I can’t” you’re begging for mercy  head shaking that you can’t keep up.

“You’re not going to like it very much when I’m pinning you down again making sure you can’t touch me,” he grunts out with a particularly rough up movement making you release a choked-out noise legs on the verge of giving up on you hips stalling once again.

Slowing down you shake your head “Sure Sung-“You’re caught off guard when he follows through with the threat hands previously on your waist sliding down looping under your thighs swiftly changing up the position so you’re roughly knocked back onto your back with your legs pressed up against your chest Sunghoon still inside you maybe even deeper with the change-up.

“-Hoon!“ you gasp out a breath, air knocked out from the sudden impact saying he took your breath away, literally, was an understatement. Struggling to catch your breath his hips start to move again not leaving you any time to adjust as he’s almost pulling out completely before plunging back in making you feel the full effect of him gasping out. Catching your breath his pace is faster with one leg over his shoulder you try and find something to grip onto, but nothing is available pushing you deeper into the mat with every stroke.

“Don’t test me, this is what you wanted,” he grits out continuing to fuck you out of breath heavy breathing filling the air your hands finding purchase on his back arching up with a cry “Feel so good, so full, Please Hoon-” your eyes try and focus on his face and the intensity of his eyes drinking you up as he fucks into you eyebrows knit and a vein along his neck protruding.

Sunghoon’s fingers find their way to your clit applying barely any pressure having you react  hips jumping forward and clenching around him harder with a loud gasp “fuck just like that, begging for me,” He moans lips attaching to your neck sucking over the skin adding to the sensitivity you’re feeling only adding to the build-up feeling yourself coming closer hands falling down to his arms holding onto him.

“Please, Hoon!” Your nails dig into his bicep surely leaving a mark for him to see later as you’re inching closer to your release applying more pressure every bit more making your mind fuzzy with pleads and begs.

“I-Mmmm,” you feel the words get lost in your throat but he can tell what you want to say with the way you’re squeezing down on him impossibly hard making him work extra to fuck you through it droplets of sweat building across his brow.

“Wait,” he warns voice deep you are practically in tears trying to hold off your release shaking your head no mumbling out incoherent words begging for him to let you cum knowing that the tears would start if you attempt to hold off any longer.

You’re shaking your head with rough breaths “Please please please, it’s too good, can't hold it,” and you can't as you snap before he allows you to letting your release wash over you as Sunghoon is fucking you through your orgasm hips crashing into yours thrusts getting sloppy before he presses fully flush against your hips emptying his balls and cumming with shallow breaths.

Neither of you speaks for a moment too intense, trying to catch your breath and come down from both your highs staying as you both ended the only sounds are from both of you breathing and hearts pumping and pounding in your ear slowly subsiding, “Fuck,” is the first thing you say earning a small laugh from your instructor who pushes his hair out of his face to look at you better before he lightly slaps your thigh making you jump still sensitive, “That’s for cumming before me, loser,” He slowly slides out of you hissing out at the feeling.

Legs still shaky after your previous orgasm Sunghoon watches the way his cum spills out of you down your thigh onto the mat below as he takes a finger pressing some of his releases back into you making you whine out still sensitive. “Couldn’t help it, you’re too good,” You try and sit up groaning at the soreness you can already feel laying back down.

“Fuck Hoon,” You’re able to get out head falling to the side to look at him.

“So you want a round two then?” he cocks his head to the side smiling so you can see both his canines' lines of sweat framing the side of his face

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This was my first time kinda publishing smut so go easy on me thx XOXO -SunghoonsSlut

Also have never boxed before in my life 💀 and have had this in the drafts since like September so if it flops pretend you never saw this because I’ve just been up and down with my motivation with writing this one 😬

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Hello! I’ve enjoyed reading your rwby analysis posts, especially the things you’ve had to say about Penny. The amount of care you put into thinking and writing about her is great. I’m curious what you thought about Penny getting turned into a human, because… I personally really didn’t like it. It just really hurt me that after she was attacked repeatedly because she was built differently, that the solution to that was to remove everything which was different/unique about her and make her “normal.” And then have the actual physical representation of her differences violently die and then be obliterated like they were some horrible, hideous thing.

A good chunk of her story seemed to revolve around being just as much a person as anyone else even though she had a body that worked differently. And I sure did relate to that irl! But then turning Penny human seemed to send the message that Penny could only actually be a full and happy person (such as immediately discovering how wonderful hugs feel) if she was normal. I want to believe I’m taking that scene the wrong way, but… I’m not sure how else I can interpret what happened. So yeah, I’m curious what you think! I’ll be interested to read your thoughts, whatever they may be.

ooh, well, i’m not keen on the way the fandom writ large interprets the scene (as ‘penny became human’/‘penny became real’) and i like how it was done because imo it is really NOT framed as a positive transformation?

there’s an element of relief and joy to it of course—because everyone’s glad that penny survived this ordeal with the virus—but, as you say, the self-destruction of her robotic body is a big focal point of the scene and it is done in a very horrifying way, with the camera moving between penny’s POV as she watches it happen and her robotic body’s POV as it desperately tries to reach her before succumbing to the virus. and penny herself is profoundly disturbed by the experience—she’s not happy to be ‘free’ of that body at all, and ruby hesitantly asks if she’s alright because penny clearly isn’t. 

so while penny does then find a small thing to appreciate about her new flesh body and that momentarily alleviates the horror… the tone is very much set by the amount of focus given to penny watching a part of herself die and, after that small burst of joyous relief, watching her old body crumble into ash and flinching away with horror again. 

to me, this reads as a rebuke of how flippant yang was about the loss—“the mechanical parts are just extra,” except penny’s body isn’t truly equivalent to a prosthetic, right? that’s just her body. 

it’s not all she is, but it’s also a lot more like the arm yang lost than it is like the prosthetic yang got afterwards. penny loses a core part of her identity…

…which is reinforced later, inside the portal, when penny is taken off guard by the abrupt realization that she no longer has floating array. weapons are a fundamental part of huntsmen identity, seen and understood as “extensions of our selves,” and penny’s is literally destroyed by her involuntary transformation—involuntary in the sense that it’s a choice she was forced to make under extreme duress thanks to watts—and she has to recreate that piece of herself with magic.  

and there’s smaller, subtler things wrong, too. i think the amount of focus put on her bare feet is meant to highlight that she does not have thrusters any more—an essential aspect of her natural mobility is just gone, again leaving her dependent on the maiden powers to do something she used to be able to just DO. 

or consider how disoriented she seems right before cinder gets her. in her original body, penny had sophisticated tactical software built into her sensory array which among other things made her virtually immune to emerald’s semblance. she could see infrared light and aura and the tactical analysis program worked much, much faster than any human could keep up with—because her physical brain was a computer! and then she loses that and spends the entire fight mainly getting clobbered and then struggles to keep track of what’s even happening when cinder gates her off from her allies!

her new body is healthy and whole by human standards, but measured against what penny had before… the narrative gives, like, a LOT of attention to signaling that penny has been measurably disabled in a multitude of ways. if she wasn’t also the winter maiden—& bear in mind that penny only became the winter maiden BECAUSE of what her original robotic body could do!—penny would have been rendered utterly helpless by this transformation. no weapon, no flying, in a much more fragile and vulnerable body that could feel pain. (think about how much screaming she does during that final fight, compared to the time she gets flung several blocks by a grimm so hard there’s an impact crater and she’s like “ouch! :)” about it)

and obv, that fragile new body is the only reason cinder was able to kill her at all. i think that’s sort of the point: penny did the equivalent of *barely* surviving a debilitating illness, went from her sickbed to a battlefield, tried to fight like that, and died because she in a state of extreme physical vulnerability due to recent illness. that’s why all of her friends were so insistent that she not participate in the fight—she wasn’t ready to be fighting! if she’d lived, she would have needed to spend quite a long time recovering, learning and accepting her new limitations, and training within those new limits.

so, to me? the narrative framing of the transformation feels somber, with “she lived! it worked!” being the silver lining on what is otherwise a tragic outcome. watts infected her with this brutal, horrific virus and the only way to save her life was to sacrifice a fundamental part of her self, in this acutely traumatizing way. i think the fandom collectively sort of tunnel visioned on the pinocchio narrative of ‘becoming a real girl’* to such a degree that the bittersweet framing and the underlying horror of what happened to her gets widely overlooked. and i don’t think those tragic/horrific notes are there by accident—the narrative puts quite a lot of emphasis on them, and deliberately bookends the joy of “do hugs always make you feel this warm?” with those moments of intense horror with the violent death and then destruction of her robotic body. 

(*something that… really isn’t a prominent theme with penny?, because her struggle with personhood is centered on how *other people* treat her like an object and i would argue her pinocchio ‘becoming a real boy’ moment is actually her acceptance of the maiden power—not because that ‘proves’ she’s a person or whatever, but because it’s a moment of emotional self-actualization where she chooses to do the right thing according to her own judgment instead of mindlessly following orders like the puppet ironwood expects her to be. it’s symbolic! & that gets called back to explicitly by winter, later, with “you were *always* the real maiden, i was the machine,” the ‘realness’ in the pinocchio narrative here is about emotional authenticity and refusal to sacrifice conscience or heart in the name of following orders.

rwby is… pretty profoundly uninterested in the question of ‘does the robot girl count as a person?’ because it answers that within literal seconds after revealing that she is a robot with an emphatic ‘yes, obviously, she has a soul, zero ambiguity here’ lmao. what it does do is leverage pinocchio to explore themes of dehumanization and personhood within an authoritarian military regime.)

so yeah, that’s how i read that. it’s joyous because she lives but it’s also not a victory earned without grievous loss, and the tragedy is exacerbated because she *does not have time* to catch her breath / process / learn how to live in her new, disabled body before cinder… cinders.

[jae-bummer]

Practice Room of Doom

Request: Hello! May I request j-hope with the quote “Don't look at them. Look at me." Maybe where he encourages her to street dance, but she’s very shy. Or whatever you come up with. Thank you!

Prompt:

2) "Don't look at them. Look at me."

Pairing: BTS J-Hope x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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This moment felt oddly reminiscent of your first day of kindergarten. As an adult, you never thought you'd find yourself sitting crisscross applesauce on a foam mat, waiting for your teacher to walk into the room.

Maybe "teacher" wasn't exactly the correct word. Instructor? Dance Master?

Nope, that made it weird.

"I smell burning," your friend, Bee, sighed. She gave you a side eye. "I think you're thinking too much."

"Or you're having a stroke," you muttered. "Burnt toast?"

"Burnt brain," she laughed, smacking you on the shoulder. "What are you worrying about over there?"

"Oh, I don't know," you sighed. "Maybe the fact that I haven't danced since our fourth-grade pageant where I was, for whatever reason, cast as Abraham Lincoln."

"Your beard was very impressive for a nine-year-old."

"I hate you and I want to go home."

"It's going to be fiiiine," Bee cooed. "We're going to learn a badass dance from someone who is really well known in the dance world, and then that'll be it."

"That'll be it," you nodded. "It's just that simple."

"Absolutely," your friend grinned before looking away. "And then we'll film our choreo for the YouTube channel and I'll take you for boba."

"I'm sorry, what?" you asked, gaping.

"You like boba," she continued nonchalantly. "Personally, I prefer the fruit smoothies, but-"

"Before that," you croaked.

"We're going to learn a badass dance," she nodded.

"After that."

"Oh, filming?" she said, furrowing her brows. "Yeah, the studio's YouTube is pretty well known, so they film when they have different guest instructors in."

"Okay," you sighed, moving to stand up. "That's it, I'm-"

Just as Bee had grabbed the bottom half of your hoodie and began to tug you back down, excited whispers filled the room. Looking up from your semi-kneeling position, you were knocked on your butt when a small group of people walked in.

One of them you recognized as the studio owner. You had seen her advertisements enough to place her face. Next, you identified her main dance instructor, who happened to have Bee drooling on a daily basis. And the third person didn't resonate with you, but you did have to reconcile with one thing.

He was hot.

Like melt your face hot.

Walking in with a confident swagger, his dark eyes swept across the room in quiet assessment. As if you manifested it, his gaze settled on your body now sprawled across the floor. You watched in horror as the corner of his mouth hitched up to a smirk before he looked away again.

"Dancers!" the owner called, clapping her hands. "I want you to meet our guest for the next few days, Jung Hoseok!"

The crowd erupted into applause as Hoseok took a bow.

"Am I supposed to know who he is?" you whispered, clapping nonetheless.

"Probably not," Bee chuckled. "I wouldn't have expected you to, but I think everyone here just creamed their jeans."

"So eloquent with words, best friend," you muttered.

She rolled her eyes before continuing. "He's a big deal in the dance world."

"I gathered."

You focused again on the stranger. He would be a big deal in any world. He radiated a sort of...lightness that only grew brighter as he waited for the applause to settle. Dressed in fitted, red, Nike joggers and an oversized white tee, you were surprised at how his simplicity made him look so cool. He wore a cap, turned backward, a small blessing that allowed you to really see his handsome face.

And that smile.

While he was already bright on his own, the grin kicked it up at least another hundred watts.

"Thank you!" he laughed as the clapping dyed down. "You guys can call me Hobi."

"Ho-bi," a gentle whisper of the crowd echoed across the room. This caused Hoseok to peel into laughter.

"We're going to work on learning some choreography today," he nodded after pulling himself together. "We'll get the steps down, and then I want you guys to pair off to practice. We'll give you the day tomorrow to perfect your movements, and then we'll be filming some clips the day after. Sound good?"

A muddled cheer lifted into the air as people began to wiggle to a standing position. Getting up on wobbly legs, you looked around the room and let out a sigh of relief. It was packed with at least 30-40 people. The chance of anyone noticing you besides Bee was pretty slim and you wanted to keep it that way.

The lesson went relatively quickly. You did much better than you had anticipated and actually felt a little flutter of happiness as you and Bee practiced side by side. The dance was much sexier than anything you would have attempted on your own (if you had even attempted to dance in the first place).

"Great job!" Hobi called, panting as he walked in between the dancers. "You've all got so much talent!"

You looked around at everyone who had expressions similar to your own. Pure joy and pride lit up the room.

"Now! Before we all go, I want you to split off into pairs or groups of three to practice tomorrow!"

"Hobi?" a girl toward the front row asked. Timidly lowering her hand, she waited until Hoseok turned her way, eyebrows lifted. "Will you be picking someone to film with tomorrow as well?"

"Ah, yes!" he laughed, clapping his hands. "I almost forgot. Who wants to be my partner?"

You could feel yourself shrinking into your own shoulders as he scanned the room. People squeaked and jumped, nearly every person holding their hand in the air.

To your horror, and Bee's delight, Hobi stopped his pacing and settled himself in front of you. "What's your name?"

You looked up at him with wide eyes, unable to open your mouth.

"Y/N!" Bee called behind you, leaning forward to shake your shoulders. "That's their name."

"Y/N," Hoseok said thoughtfully, crossing his arms. "Looks like I'm taken! Y/N is my partner!"

..

Your stomach felt like a lead weight as you trudged up to the door of the dance studio. While other groups were practicing wherever they saw fit, you had agreed to meet Hoseok back at the studio you had been tricked into participating in yesterday. It was never your intention to even be filmed. You had fully planned on learning the dance that evening and never showing your face there ever again.

Walking through the door, your feet led you to the practice room of doom. Standing outside for a moment, you watched through the small window as you saw Hobi freestyling something you hadn't learned the previous day. A light sweat already glistening on his tanned skin, you tried to tamp down the inappropriate thoughts swirling in your head. Swallowing, you set your hand on the handle and pushed.

Immediately stopping his motions, Hobi ran to the speaker to turn off the music pumping from his phone. Turning to you with that trademark smile, he waved.

"Y/N," he said, crossing the room to take your hand in his. "We were never properly introduced."

"Right," you cringed. "Hoseok, master of the dance."

What was wrong with you?

Hobi let out a huff of a laugh as he took a step back. "Is that what my new street rep is? Master of the dance?"

"I, uh," you croaked, wincing. "To be honest, I'm not that plugged in to what anyone's street rep is...let alone when it comes to well-known dancers."

"We'll change that," he smiled, patting you on the arm. You suddenly forgot how to breath as he looked you slowly up and down. "Ready when you are."

...

The torture was slow and painful.

You realized Hobi was a big name in dance, but you hadn't realized he would be as much of a perfectionist as he was. Since you weren't trained even a little bit, it made for a really rough lesson.

"I think I'm going to vomit," you whispered, falling to all fours on the hardwood.

"Water," Hobi nodded, immediately sweeping over to you with an ice-cold bottle. "You haven't been drinking enough."

"It'll just make me sweat more," you grumbled, plopping over. Whatever facade of elegance you had put on in an attempt to appease your instructor had dropped long ago. You had cursed, yelled, and nearly cried in front of him, so the charade was for nothing.

"That's good. It's when you stop sweating that we get worried," Hobi chuckled, crouching on the floor beside you.

Looking over, you were a bit surprised at how close he was sitting, especially considering how drenched you were.

"You did well today," Hobi said with a gentle smile. "And I apologize."

"For what?" you groaned. "Besides you know, nearly killing me."

"I should've helped you stretch first," he nodded with a grimace. "And maybe not have pushed so hard."

"Maybe?" you laughed. "Maybe I should have faked an injury at least an hour ago."

This caused a loud laugh to erupt from the man next to you. You had grown to love the sound over the past few hours.

"But then I wouldn't have the amazing, talented, and beautiful partner I do now," he grinned.

As you looked at him with wide eyes, your expression caused his own face to fall into something more static. "What?"

"At least two of those descriptors aren't true," you said quietly. Your eyes moved to your shoes. They were much easier to look at than him. "I just can't decide which ones."

"Hey," Hobi hummed, not shying away. He tentatively touched your chin before gripping it and redirecting your gaze to him. "You aren't giving yourself enough credit."

You chewed on your lip, searching his face for something you weren't even sure you'd find. "Why pick me? You watched us all. I wasn't the best. I wasn't the smoothest. I wasn't even the hottest if you wanted someone good looking for your video."

Hobi chuckled before dropping your chin and scooting so you sat shoulder to shoulder. "Want me to let you in on a secret?"

You nodded even though you were hesitant to hear what he had to say.

"It's not about being the best, or the smoothest," he said quietly. You watched in confusion as a blush began to color the tops of his ears. "And you should probably reevaluate the good-looking part."

You lifted your brows in surprise. This dancing sex God thought YOU were attractive? Well, I'll be damned.

"I picked you," he continued. "Because your shock at your own skills that day was a really amazing thing to watch. And I'll admit, I mostly did it because you thought I wouldn't."

You opened your mouth to speak but closed it again.

"Everyone can dance, Y/N," Hobi nodded. "It just matters if you want to try."

"There's at least a 70% chance that I'm going to make you look like an idiot tomorrow," you grumbled.

"And there's a 100% chance that I already make myself look like one every day," he grinned. "Who cares?"

"I mean everyone at the studio will be watching..."

"Don't look at them," he said firmly, causing your head to swivel in his direction. You locked eyes and nearly forgot how to breath. "Look at me."

The two of you remained locked in a staring contest, the room becoming significantly warmer for a different reason. Just as you were about to honestly ask Hobi, "What are we?" he conceded by reaching up and booping your nose.

"Did you just boop me?" you whispered.

"I don't know, did you think it was cute?" he laughed.

"Sure?" you smirked.

"Good," he nodded. Taking a moment longer to look at you, he finally pulled himself up and dangled a hand for you to take. "Should we get back to it?"

"Do we have to?"

"Yes," he nodded before a smile spread slowly across his face. "I have to start getting you prepared."

"For?" you asked, tilting your head. You had a funny feeling that he meant more than just the filming tomorrow.

"I'm thinking about taking up an instructor position here," he grinned. "And guess who's going to be my assistant for the foreseeable future?"

#jung hoseok #j hope #hobi #bts #j hope fanfic #j hope fluff #j hope x reader #j hope bts #bts j hope #bts hobi #hobi x reader #hoseok x reader #hoseok #hobi fanfic #hobi fluff #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts drabble #bts au #hoseok au #hobi au #j hope au

[thoughts-of-loyalty]

So, for Nitpick November 10, I was considering talking about the waste of a good character that was Dr. Watts: a skilled planner and decently capable fighter with a penchant for biting sarcasm and decently assessing situations, who after finally making a salient-enough point to Cinder to get her to accept working with him, ended his tenure on the show... being betrayed and killed by Cinder in a move that has no benefit for her, wasting the whole point she had learned there. There's a lot to say about how wasteful it all was, having him die the second volume after he became an actual threat.

...and upon reflection, that was just not really a nitpick, but a critique of the show. Complaining about how Scarlet and Sage were underutilized by the show like i did, that's a nitpick because no matter how much I would have wanted them to be relevant, I can't see their presence changing the story *that* much. Wishing to have seen more of the Vytal Festival characters as RWBYJNROQ (or whatever their acronym is) travels from place to place is a nitpick, because they're ultimately tournament characters who didn't even react much with our main cast, so they don't need to reappear and they wouldn't really affect the story by showing up. Being critical of how Watts was used, that's not a nitpick, because he was a much more major character and thus is a larger criticism of how RW//BY handled his usage.

...but I still really want to talk about Watts, so I wracked my brain a bit to think of a good nitpick.

And so, here's what I've got: why did Watts never try to unlock his Semblance?

As I said in my prior nitpick, there are numerous characters who the show had just never bothered to reveal the Semblance of. And with a character like Roman, they introduced the idea of fighters who never unlocked their Semblance for one reason or another, which is a bit of a shame from a storytelling standpoint but I'm not too critical of that sort of turnout because it worked well enough for Roman.

And I'd say it overall worked okay enough for Watts as a character, too; he was a devious schemer and skilled enough without his Semblance (I'd argue his fight with Ironwood is one of the best in the show), so it's not like it was a big loss.

But as I was looking into my piece for my prior Nitpick, I had debated putting him on my list because it felt weird for him to be the only one of Salem's group who didn't have a Semblance (if you don't count Mercury, but he was still the only one in Salem's group for a time). So I wanted to see what the deal was with why he didn't have a Semblance, and as I saw in a Q&A, Watts didn't bother to try to unlock it because he felt his time was better spent focusing on improving his other skills than try to develop a Semblance.

And I'll be frank, I don't like that answer. Watts was indeed an incredibly skilled thinker and planner who worked with machines, yes, but why should that preclude him from trying to develop his Semblance too? You'd think a guy who cares so much about getting results and using everything and anything he can as a resource would actually want to figure out what his Semblance is, to give him yet another resource to work with.

But alas, yet another character who's ended up in the "the creators didn't want to bother giving him a power, and we'll never know what could have been" pile.

#nitpick november #rwde #rwde nitpicks

[yorshie]

Hey so like did you happen to drop a tutorial for how you draw the turtles and I somehow missed it???? Cuz.... if not.... and you're willing........ please *gets down all fours* just the tip please drop some tips-

Hello Nonnie 👋! I uh.... I can't really do a video of how my process goes from start to finish (I don't know how to link it without my irl name popping up), but I can talk about the tools i use and how I problem solve. I’m afraid my tips aren’t especially good because I’m flying by the seat of my pants and how I learned was to just —> do the thing and watch others.

Ok. So, I'm sure by now you've skipped to the image below, and you've probably hurt either your eyes or your brain with the amount of shit there. I'm sorry. Yes, there is a butt. We all got em. (if for some reason you find yourself buttless, i am sorry.) But I'm not hiding the butt, because well. It's just a butt *shrug*

Alrighty Now I'll break down what that God Awful image above is. Starting in the Top Middle with Raph, that's me trying to draw with a perspective rectangle. To the right of that, we got arms and hands. Right below that, we got the basic shapes I use for a male torso (bigger) and a female torso (smaller) Below that, the infamous buttocks and hips. Basically a front and back shot of how that fits together. Then to the left of that we have the base sketch and final lines of my last Leo drawing. Right above that is a side view on how I'm trying to decide on how the shell works, and then little headshots of how I handle each turtle's face. Donnie is who I struggle most with, he has such a soft cute face but it's hidden under all his tech. In the middle you can see a sketch I did of Donnie in a hoodie, since I'm determined to put them all in clothes. Eventually.

[Dusts off glasses, squints, clicks projector button to move to next slide] Okedokie, I guess we start with anatomy, and understanding it. If you wanna draw anything, ya gotta know anatomy. Your "style" comes secondary to anatomy. If your anatomy is wack, no amount of dusting will fix it. And the more you draw/better you get at anatomy, the more "cheat" codes you unlock. So first thing you gotta do is draw ALOT and always be thinking about anatomy. It can be something as simple as looking at how people stand on the train, how they walk, big shapes and how they connect together. Or it can be detailed as what muscles connect and how they interact with each other to make the body move. You can also look at how other people handle anatomy, what they emphasize and what they put aside. I, for example, look at a lot of Frank Franzetta, Jeff Watts, and Patrick J. Jones. When in doubt however, break things down to the most simplest shapes and build from there.

Life long journey with anatomy aside, the thing I ended up focusing on when I draw the turtles is how I want them to appear. I deviate a lot from the way they are depicted in the films, and I think that's the most important part. Find a way to make them your own, in a way that's second nature to you, whether or not you take influence from others. For me, I wanted to soften them a little more, and get rid of that friggin flying saucer of a shell, even though I haven’t completely decided how I want to depict the carapace. There's a balance between making them recognizable and putting your own twist on it. You may not care about that though. I would just say find what works for you, and run with it.

You can also see that I am not neat At All. I like to feel around for lines and shapes a lot until I’m happy with how things look. I’ve been told my approach is very sculptural and “weighty”, and that works for me. I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t care how other people do things, I like how I do things. And I think that’s very important for all artists. I think of things as three dimensional, and for some reason one day bayverse just clicked.

If I had one piece of advice, it would be to start light and don’t get overly committed to your sketches. I use photoshop and I knock the opacity of my brush down a bit while working, but I start with basic shapes and lines. Limbs are sticks and circles on where I think the elbow/knee “might” be, but if when I’m working on muscles or toning I find I’m off a little, I move the “joint” to where it makes sense. A lot of times I draw the head too big, and I have to size it back down, or the arms to short for some reason, and I have to drag the hand down. Idk. Practice makes you better. It’s not always a step forward, but it’s always a step in the right direction as long as you’re thinking while you draw.

If this spawned more questions, feel free to ask them- I don’t mind answering at all, even if it’s expounding on something touched here. Might drop some more of my messy sketch work if there’s interest

#ask away! #art tutorial #raccoon rambles #TMNT bayverse #TMNT #my tmnt art

[hackneyreviews]

- The 2nd half of the song is the good stuff. Rock and Roll. I can wax poetic about that if you want.*

- The lyrics are a reminder of why some of the best Stones songs bury the vocal so it blends into the rhythm section. The delivery is peak Mick, but to what end?

- I miss the now dead drummer Charlie Watts. I'll never forgive the band for not retiring the name of the Rolling Stones when he died. ** Can I really tell the difference or is it just the narrative? Does anything in pop music exist without the narrative?

- I do admire them for not writing an obvious song. Do they have an agent? I imagine the agent saying "Write a big one! You've been the devil, you've got the giant lips. Yer the OG rockers. Lean into it!"

- A lot of their hits have this quality of being off and sideways. The devil one is a Samaba. (I can wax poetic about this too)***

- Still for all that... the first two mins of the song are petulant and small. It's musical virtues are buried. It's lyrical content amounting to: My partner is mad at me and I don't know why and I don't really care to find out why? Just no there there for me.

- C -

- Having Sydney Sweeney star as the male gaze object in the music video was a very savy move. A different actress and I think it this plays much worse. Total understanding of zeitgeist

- B+

* At min 2, the guitar takes center stage, and it is the sound that reconfigured my brain. The sound of rock and roll. The mystical amalgamation of kinetic energy and languid phrasing. Of deep passion and hunger. Of indifference that promises inner peace.

The sounds mesh with the rhythm section, elevate it, are of it, and pull it's themes into a blurry focus. Before the drums and bass were a little funky, now you can hear they have been in the pocket all along.

It contains contradictions without a care or second glance. Let other art forms be coherent.

The guitars are not soaring. They are gritty and sporadic, coming in and out. Not promising anything or leading anywhere. Simply being.

But with an attentive passion that fact is mesmerizing. These notes could be your life.

The music is as if it was always meant to be there. As if rock and roll was not created but found... found to be the heartbeat of the universe.

In other words, it's the Rolling Stones doing what they do, what they make seem easy, and what few others have achieved.

**What is that sound? From the telegraph: "In other words, it’s an unconventional set-up. This means that the bass player in the Stones must act as a kind of flexible glue, bonding these elements together.

In a band, the drummer and the bass player meld to provide a solid rhythm section, a foundation on which the rest of the band can lay their sound. Jones and Watts did this in the Stones but there was a catch: the jazz-loving Watts always used to play just behind the beat. And Richards has always played his guitar in a languid blues-influenced style that flits between rhythm and lead guitar and has always been characterised by loose phrasing."

For the first two mins most of these musical charms are hidden. If you listen carefully they are there, but not easy to detect.

The funky baseline, the slightly odd drumbeat, even Mick Jaggers *almost but not quite* a parody delivery are all buried by the insipid lyrics that are put front and center in a pop song that says too much and yet not enough.

Is this song just a long whine ?

A repeating riff. If I work at it I can find the interesting dynamic core, but why would I work at it?

To a casual listen it sounds innocuous and inoffensive. Like something cooked up in 10 minutes at a rock and roll guitar camp and then copy and pasted a few times using Garageband.

If it wasn't the Rolling Stones it wouldn't get a second listen.

*** Wild Horses is great, but listen to those words... it's not a love song I would want to play at my wedding.

The philosophy of You Can't Always Get What You Want is deep but full of strange asides and unsatisfying conclusions.

Gimmie Shelter is about how love and war are just a kiss away - which feels right but... What does that even mean. Etc...

#music

#Youtube #music #new music #the rolling stones #sydney sweeney #rolling stones #rock and roll #reviews

[the-fiction-witch]

Hi Benny

TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE BENNY WATTS X READER RATING: FLIRTY

I smirked to myself as I fixed my hair in my little mirror on the dresser, I fixed my dress a little before heading out the little bedroom too the main part of the basement apartment I had long since called my home I spotted him sat in his leather chair reading the proof of his new book I smirked leaning on the doorframe. "Hi benny" I smiled leaning my lip on the door frame too attempting to show off my little dress

"Ummm" he answered

"Benny?" I cooed attempting to gently get his attention, He grabbed his bookmark sitting it on the page and putting the little book down

"Yeah?" he asks

"Hi" I giggled

"Hi" He responded "That all?"

"Isn't there... anything you wanna tell me? anything you'd like benny?"

"I'd like a coffee"

"Okay" I smiled going and making him a cup of coffee putting it on the table and sitting on the arm of his chair snuggling up to him "Hi benny"

"Hi. you want something?"

"Maybe" I smiled snuggling closer

"do you want my chair or something babydoll?" He laughs

"Ughhhh stupid boy" I sighed going back to the bedroom

"what? what did I do?"

I giggled as I adjusted myself ever so perfectly in my little black neglige making sure my panties where perfect and my breasts as voluminous as possible I smiled opening the bedroom door spotting benny there a the dinning table head deep in his chess board "Hi Benny" I smiled

"Hi" He answered not even looking up

"Benny" I cooed trying to look as sexy as I could he glanced up looking me up and down

"tried?" He asks

"Hu?"

"Your in your nightie? its like... half three."

"Well... maybe I want us to, go to bed early"

"You can go if your tried I'll stay up I'm good"

"You sure you don't wanna join me"

"No, if you took all that off you must be warm, last thing you need is me in there warming you up even more"

"Ugggghhhhh Stupid boy!" I complained going back to bed

"What? I don't know what I've done! whatever I did I'm sorry babydoll"

You wouldn't think with benny being such a smart chess player that I would need to spell these things out to him quite this badly but I had my little robe around me I waited doing a little baking while benny got the shopping, I heard him come through the door so I smiled "Hi benny" I giggled

"Hi Babydoll" he smiled setting the shopping down and giving my cheek a kiss "... you had a shower?"

"No" I giggled

"Okay, so long as your cosy" he shrugs putting the shopping away, I smiled and waited till he put everything away and he started sorting out the magazines and other mail on the little coffee table

"Benny" I smiled moving close to him

"Yeah?" he asks glancing up at me

I smiled and dropped my robe leaving me completely naked he glanced me up and down his mouth open a little

"Hi"

"Hi" I smiled

"you uuhh? you hot there babydoll? You uhhh you wanna put a dress on? I mean I'm not complaining just uhh just asking"

"Are you that dumb benny?" I sighed

"Apparently yes. I have been missing a big thing haven't I?"

"Yes."

"that's why you've been so mad at me?"

"Yes"

"Okay. lets for a moment pretend that I am an Idiot. completely stupid and tell me in very simple short words what you want."

"Benny. Dick. Now."

"who's dick?"

"Sex. benny."

"Oh." he nods giving me a cuddle "I have told you babydoll I do not pick up on social ques easily if you wanna snuggle baby just tell me" He cooes "Come on, lets warm you up"

I giggled snuggling close to his soft chest as we cuddled getting our brains back "Benny?"

"Yeah?"

"What do you do when you wanna have sex with me?"

"I just kinda just look at you, you seem to pick up on that I don't usually have to do anything else"

"I just kinda thought you just like poked me"

"Sometimes I poke you admittedly"

"I love you, even if you can be really stupid sometimes"

"I love you too babydoll, I'm sorry I don't pick up on stuff sometimes, but I'm doing my best. Maybe you need to give me a little help"

"I'll be happy to help benny. I just hope I don't have to make you a sarcasm sign again"

"I leant that one I had the sign and now I know"

#benny #benny fanfic #benny x reader #benny smut #benny watts #benny watts smut #benny watts imagine #tqg benny watts #bennywattssmut #tqgbennywatts #BENNYWATTS #the queen's gambit #The Queens Gambit #tbs #tbs fanfiction #TBS Imagine #tbs smut #tbs fanfic #tbs sex #tbs smutty #tbs imagines #thomas #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster #thomassangster #thomasbrodiesangster #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster i #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas brodie sangster s

[scotianostra]

Happy Birthday Scottish playwright and screenwriter Stephen Greenhorn born on September 5th 1964 in Fauldhouse,West Lothian.

Stephen grew up in Fauldhouse in West Lothian, studied Physics at Heriot Watt before switching to Strathclyde University where his English Lit degree included a life-changing Theatre Studies option.  For the practical part, he wrote a play, Heart and Bone, which won him a Fringe First, since then he hasn’t looked back.

His first professional writing was for BBC Radio Scotland in the late Eighties, after which he concentrated on the theatre for a number of years. Greenhorn moved into television with a 1996 episode of The Bill. He then worked on programmes like Where The Heart Is and Glasgow Kiss, before creating the long-running soap opera River City for BBC Scotland. He also wrote episodes of Dr Who while David Tennant was playing the tenth incumbent. 

At the same time, Greenhorn was developing the acclaimed stage musical Sunshine On Leith, which he later adapted as a 2013  film. The background to this was his friend the theatre director James Brining  saying ‘Wouldn’t it be great if we could do a big, Scottish musical?’ It stuck with him  Green horn says  “We thought of finding a composer to write the songs, but it was hard to find a compatible soul. So, we reckoned on using the works of a Scottish band. But they often use many different styles. And the songs just wouldn’t lend themselves to a narrative.”

Greenhorn struggled to find such a back catalogue. Until... “One night I was sitting in my flat in Glasgow, having a few drinks and listening to The Proclaimers' first album....”  His (slightly?) addled brain screamed out to him ‘Oh my, God, these guys have written about everything. About finding love, losing love, being a parent, being a child, politics, community, home . . . I was so excited.”   Yet, given he was also a little tired and emotional, Greenhorn feared the lightbulb would burn out during the night. “To remind myself, I wrote the words ‘Proclaimers' musical’ on the back of my gas bill, and went to bed,”

The next morning, the bulb had indeed gone out. But a glance at the missive from Scottish Power brought it all back. And some deep listening to Proclaimers' albums offered up clues about the storyline, which became a tale of two squaddies returning from the Iraq war to their home in Leith. It’s about lost loves, holding together relationships and community, with a searing backdrop of NHS cuts and nods to gentrification. 

Two years later the show launched in Dundee, and it coincided with the Proclaimers having a Number One hit, I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles). Then came the film, which attracted a younger demographic and very good reviews.

His television work has included Echo Beach and Marchlands; the latter was a supernatural drama starring Alex Kingston, who had played River Song in Doctor Who. During the Twenties, Greenhorn scripted two episodes of Dalgliesh before being reunited with Tennant on an installment of Around The World In 80 Days.

Greenhorn’s most recent stage work was one half of Tracks of the Winter Bear, a double bill of plays shared with a new piece penned by Rona Munro, and seen at the Traverse. There should be at least one other new play due as soon as he can finish it.

“It was good to do Tracks of the Winter Bear,” Greenhorn says, “just to remind myself that I was a playwright who accidentally ended up writing for film and telly.”

Sunshine on Leith, with a wee revamp and songs added,  is currently playing at the  Pitlochry Festival Theatre until October 1st.

#Scotland #scottish #theate #cinemetography #tv #writer #playwright #happy birhtday

[cyrah-is-cool101]

Adventurers of the Unknown

Another Archie Comics crossover parody, enjoy!

Story:

Meet Lilith Jones, daughter of the famous Indiana Jones and world renowned Adventurer, join her and the rest of the Adventurers of the Unknown as they dispatched to combat mad villains and explore uncharted areas.

Cast:

Lilith Jones (Kate) (My OC) (Adventurer of Fortune)

Lilith is a 'tough as nails' adventurer with a brave soul and a kind attitude, hailing from Brooklyn, New York, USA. Like her father, Indiana Jones, she became an adventurer to explore and help those in needs.

Weapon of Choice: Whip

E. Nigma Nashton (Edward Nygma/The Riddler) (DC/Batman) (Private Detective)

E. Nigma Nashton, better known as E, is a famous detective and close friend to Lilith. A lover for riddles, puzzles and mysteries, any case he comes around, he solves it.

Weapon of Choice: His deductive skills and intellect

Vixen Rossi (Lila Rossi) (Miraculous Ladybug) (Daredevil Stuntwoman)

Vixen Rossi is an Italian stuntwoman, hailing from Rome, Italy. She's spunky, class and a strong girl who would do anything for the thrill and danger of an adventure.

Weapon of Choice: Her motorcycle, Piccola Volpe (Little Fox)

Deuce D. Copular (Ace D. Copular) (Powerpuff Girls) (Escape Artist)

Deuce D. Copular is an extraordinary escape artist/gambler. He can call a move of an enemy in a blink of an eye, like playing a card game such as Black Jack or Poker.

Weapon of Choice: Playing card throwing stars

Lucky O' Ryan (Aran Ryan) (Punch Out!) (Demolition Expert)

Hailing from Dublin, Ireland, Lucky is one crazy guy with TNT and a plan. Although he may look insane, he's actually a decent guy with a brain and a good heart.

Weapon of Choice: Dynamite

Watts Sputterspark (Elmo Sputterspark/Megavolt) (Darkwing Duck) (Inventor)

Watts is the team's inventor and all-around genius. He often comes off as a 'smarty pants' but he's a lovable klutz with a bad case of memory loss.

Weapon of Choice: His inventions

Dino F. Jones (Alfred F. Jones/America) (Hetalia Axis Power) (Mechanic/Driver)

Dino is Lilith's cousin from Washington, DC and a great mechanic/driver. He's a guy with a bright personality, a big smile and a big appetite, having a love for hamburgers.

Weapon of Choice: His mechanic skills

Macintosh 'Mac' McDougal (William McDougal/Groundskeeper Willie) (The Simpsons) (Strongman/Bodyguard)

Macintosh or Mac for short, is a Scottish strongman/bodyguard for the team, hailing from Glasgow, Scotland. He and Lucky often headbutt each other from time-to-time but they always set aside their differences to help the team. Mac often comes up as grumpy but think of him as the 'strict but caring uncle figure' of the team.

Weapon of Choice: Strength

Halo Dust (Angel Dust) (Hazbin Hotel) (Martial Artist)

Halo is an Italian-American with a great body and great kicks. He is a skilled martial artist and often comes off as gay but the team are proud to have him because of his skills and dedication to the team.

Weapon of Choice: Martial art skills

Reflecta (Rarity) (MLP) (Mistress of Special Effects)

(Note: No relation to Reflekta [Miraculous Ladybug])

Reflecta is a famous fashion designer but she's also the mistress of special effects, making her more elegant and practical. With a generous heart and a creative mind, she's one gal you don't want to mess when it comes to fashion.

Weapon of Choice: Laser pointer

Secondary Cast:

Billy Simpson (Bart Simpson) (The Simpsons) (Junior Adventurer)

Although the youngest of the team, Billy is both mischievous and adventurous, often assisting the team through HQ or providing the necessary equipment for their adventures.

Weapon of Choice: Slingshot

Agent Hop Tsukino (Usagi Tsukino/Sailor Moon) (Sailor Moon) (Contact from Washington/Interpol Agent)

Agent Hop is the team's contact from Washington, a Japanese woman from Tokyo, Japan and an agent for Interpol. She is both sweet and kind but has a love for adventure, often assisting the team on their missions.

Weapon of Choice: Agility

Morty Gator (Monty/Montgomery Gator) (FNAF: Security Breach) (Solo Adventurer/Swamp Ranger)

Morty is the solo adventurer of the team, often going on solo adventurers while also bringing info about certain missions to the team, helping them on other adventures. He has one hot temper being raised by a strict but caring family in the Louisiana bayou, so try not to make him angry all the time.

Weapon of Choice: Lasso

BB Cup (Buttercup) (Powerpuff Girls) (Solo Adventurer/Pilot)

BB is Deuce's girlfriend, solo adventurer and ace pilot, often involving in adventures that take high up in the sky. Like Morty, she too has a temper, often been called a tomboy but she is both loyal and honest.

Weapon of Choice: Knuckle ring

Main Villains:

Vector/Victor Perkins (Despicable Me)

Victor Perkins, better known as Vector, used to work for Hollywood as a genius special effects designer for Lilith's autobiography movie but he was fired because his effects were 'too unrealistic' and was replaced by Reflecta. Enraged, he swore revenge, making him the first villain of the adventurers.

Weapon of Choice: Piranha gun

Thelma Al Ghul (Talia Al Ghul) (DC/Batman)

Daughter of Thaw Al Ghul, Thelma is a deadly assassin who's only goal is too kill one adventurer: E. Nigma, who has put her father behind bars after a case that involve an illegal drug smuggling operation.

Weapon of Choice: Any

Gentle Thief and Le Erosa (Gentle Criminal and La Brava) (My Hero Academia)

Gentle and La Erosa are partners, as Gentle commits crimes and La Erosa records and uploads them. The two seem to be friendly with each other and exchange their motivations. La Erosa also admires Gentle and his ideas, in return Gentle appreciates La Erosa's efforts in helping him become a notorious villain. La Erosa also has an extreme love interest in Gentle, a love interest that he seems to have with her as well.

Weapon/s of Choice: Thievery skills

#crossover #my oc #dc #miraculous ladybug #powerpuff girls #punch out #darkwing duck #hetalia #the simpsons #groundskeeper willie #hazbin hotel #mlp #sailor moon #fnaf security breach #despicable me #my hero academia

[filthy-reckless-rp]

♛ Spotted on the Upper East Side…

Name: Jacob Hunter Pronouns: He/Him Age: 20 years old Hometown: Upper East Side, NY Occupation: Dropout from Columbia University Social Status: Insider Faceclaim: Rudy Pankow

Who Is Jake?

“A lovestruck Romeo, sings the streets of serenade, laying everybody low with a love song that he made.”

Oh, sweet baby Jake... Whatever has happened to you? Has our resident little ball of sunshine, charm and foolish romantic notions turned sour? Honestly, you blink and you miss it all around here. Weren’t you supposed to be chasing your big college dreams at Columbia, presumably doing your best to move on from all that high school drama? I have so many questions. The Jake I knew was the man - beloved by all, voted ‘most kissable’ in the unofficial year book, wouldn’t hurt a fly. You were goofy and sweet and, well, not exactly the brightest but who was really interested in you for your brains. If you didn’t count your tendency to pine over girls that were the epitome of ‘unavailable’, you were simply loving life, no? The world was your oyster (if you could just get the grades). I know things were getting a little messy towards our time together but you were sure to turn it all around. Now look at you! All scowls and stubble. I’m sure the ‘new you’ is going to be very interesting. XOXO ---Gossip Girl

A Little Extra

Jacob Hunter was the darling of the Upper East Side. Well, one of them anyway. Born into the lap of luxury like most of us here, he grew up wanting for nothing. Sure, his dad’s a little scary but his mom more than makes up for it in love, laughter and absolutely iconic fashion sense. Plus, with Logan Hunter as an older sibling, their dad’s glare was fixed firmly in that direction. Jake was always popular. He had the looks, the talent and an adorable, occasionally vacant look on his face. There really was no faulting Jake and, well, the fact he was St Jude’s football star didn’t hurt either. Now, Jake is a sweet guy - a little mushy, actually - however he did gain a reputation. Everyone saw him as a player (not just on the football field, you see) and admittedly, he leaned into that. He might have wanted to wax poetic and take things slow but when your alleged tutor suggests making out instead well... That’s cool too. Let’s just say not a lot of studying was going on in those days.

Despite what you’d think, Jake was chronically unlucky in love. He’d take it on the chin but still. In brighter news, he did actually manage to get into college (mostly due to athletics and maybe his parents) and ended up as the Quarterback for the college team (go Lions!). Hell, even his last minute St. Jude’s rival Sam Watts became a cool guy once they were in college. He thought forsure there’d be hard feelings when he took Sam’s high school position but no. Things were looking up. For once he was trying to focus on his studies instead of his messy dating life which was definitely a smart move. Did he still hold a torch for the infamous Sapphire Vandervort? Yeah but it was okay. Getting there anyway. Sure, maybe he was still holding out hope but she wasn’t ready. At least she was still there, you know? Well... Until she wasn’t. Sapphire running away was one of the first things to go catastrophically wrong in Jake Hunter’s life. Mix in a little hushed family drama to his concentration and his performance started to plummet. Not on the field though. At least he still had football. Well, until teammate and supposed “friend” Sam Watts “accidentally” slammed into him during a game only unlike in high school, the damage was to his throwing arm and it wasn’t just going to go away. Next thing you know, Jake is dropping out of school and ghosting his friends and family. Even his mom. Big yikes, right?

What Does Gossip Girl Have On Them?

Jake was a part of the Original Takedown - Jesse is a bro and bros gotta stick together! Gossip Girl knows that Jake not only had a giant crush on Jesse’s GF Sophia, almost kissed Scarlett at the ‘singles day’ event but hooked up with Sapphire at the Fairchild Ball (on the very night of Logan’s accident too!). GG also knows that Jake has recently found out about his biological parents and isn’t saying a word about it.

Connections

Logan and Camille Hunter - the siblings! Jake’s always been close with them both, loves them a lot but with how he’s been feeling lately... He doesn’t really wanna hear from them.

Sapphire Vandervort - Jake’s been in love with Sapphire for forever and they’ve been friends (friends that look at each like that™) almost his whole life. They hooked up at the Fairchild Ball when Saph was “dating” Tyler Van Buren which was a mess. He’s always been a sucker for her though and could never stay mad at her. Her leaving messed him up badly.

Sophia Vandervort - secret? Jake had a big crush on Sophia. But then Sophia was dating his best bro and, well, bros don’t have crushes on bros’ S.Os.

Jesse Walker - the best bro you’ve been hearing so much about!

Samuel Watts - when Sam transferred to St. Jude’s, there was an instant rivalry between the two. Sam wanted Jake’s spot on the team as Captain and QB, doing almost anything to get it. Once they started college, they agreed to let bygones be bygones. They fist pumped about it! Then the “accident” on the field happened. Jake doesn’t talk to him anymore.

#c: jacob hunter #logan #camille #sapphire #sophia #jesse #sam #t #ues #insider #hunter #*

[nightmare-followup]

learning basic atomic theory and a bunch of electricity stuff for a stage lighting class. my brain does NOT hold onto it. i’ll overexplain it here for everyone’s convenience with way too much paraphrasing and strange connections. hey, maybe someone will use this later.

okay- starting on atoms: they’ve got 3 things- i think everyone knows protons neutrons and electrons. protons are “pro” as in positive- that’s what their charge is. neutrons “neu” like “neutral”- there’s no charge. electrons is the last one so they’re negative. i don’t have a fun brain trick for that- i think everyone knows those anyways so we can all figure it out.

now- atoms aren’t always specifically stable (meaning they have an equal amount of protons and electrons), but they’ll always be sorta like- searching for stability- or more like stray particles will be looking for unbalanced electrons with space in them to join so they can find a house. if you like- see static electricity on your blanket in the dark those are electrons floating around and finding atoms basically (i am no expert.) and when electrons are in an atom they all have super funky orbital paths and no path is like another- something something snowflakes and their uniqueness. and the like- furthest out plane of orbit is called the “valance shell” and the way all the electrons go through a conductor is what makes an electrical current. :) if you’ve heard “amps” as a unit of measure that’s for electrical current which is just electrons moving around!

you guys know the whole “opposites attract” bit of every fandoms favorite ship ever? that’s an electricity thing- law of charges positive and negative charges attract while same-same charges push each other away- that’s why magnets like- only have one side they stick to each other with.

anyways have you heard like “electrical potential” b4? yeah that’s just the difference between two electrical charges in two bodies. it sounds like- crazy sometimes in movies or whatever but atomically it’s just… like not that big a deal i guess?

and there’s resistance in every conductor which opposes the flow of electrons, slowing them down. it’s like how moving through water you’re slower- tho there’s still air resistance. same concept. actually to my knowledge on an atomic level it actually is the same thing so- yeah. gold is the best conductor and ppl actually used to wire with it but we use copper usually now cause gold is PRICEY and that’s how you get robbed of ur wires. they will go in your walls and steal your wires if you use gold don’t test those robbers and their tiptoeing and big sacks thrown over their shoulders.

volts measure electric potential, watts measure how much electricity is consumed. so like- check your extension cords and whatever you’re plugging into it b4 you try and run a hairdryer or a kettle on it cause that can like- overdraw energy from ur extension chord and cause fun things like fires which honestly i don’t think many wanna deal with an electrical fire.

insulators also don’t like- just stop electrical flow they OPPOSE it which- as someone who is stupid about electricity that was pretty cool to learn :)

now- we usually use 2 types of currents in our day-to-day lives. alternating currents- which like- switch directions a bunch super super fast (which is why lights kinda buzz- which you can see a lot better on cameras and most ppl can’t see that with their naked eye at all) and that’s in outlets (including outlets that lead to lights and heating equipment and stuff) then we have direct currents that only go in one direction- like batteries. which is why there’s a positive and negative side of a battery.

in any electrical system there is 3 main components: the power source, the load which converts electricity into whatever type of energy is needed, then the circuit which is just the path where the current goes along.

circuits are pretty cool cause there’s the types that are like- string lights where they light up everything in a line (that’s why if one light goes out the whole string goes out) then there are types that split up the electricity to go to multiple places at once! like- those bathroom lights with 2 lightbulbs- if one goes out they don’t both die. in fact i lived half my life with one of the lightbulbs out in the bathroom. i moved but i wouldn’t be surprised if it’s still out tbh-

now after all that: don’t fuck with electricity without knowing what you’re doing, it CAN and WILL kill you and i have not informed you of SHIT that will keep anyone safe. there are some systems in place to keep everyone’s dumbass safe like fuses that stop circuits from overloading by breaking the circuits before serious damage can be done and circuit breakers which does the same basic thing. but even with those like- you can still get urself seriously injured and killed so like- don’t mess with stuff unless you actually legit know what ur doing.

#nightmare speaking #electricity #theatre lighting #yeah enjoy me overexplaining this stuff #it’ll get more exciting i swear imma actually talk about legit theatre stuff soon #nightmares lighting

[fluffy-leech]

@immortaljailor jump scared me with this "9 People to Get to Know Better (Tag Game)" thing. How dare you perceive me. Will it stop me from doing it though? Of course not. So here, take my nonsensical rambles.

3 ships you like: I've never been big on shipping or romance in general, but I have, over the years, grown fond of a few relationships. I could absolutely go with popular ones that everybody knows, however to spice things up I'll go and add some very niche ones.

First up is Jenniver Aristeides and Snnanagfashtalli from Star Trek novel The Entropy Effect, by Vonda N. McIntyre. I'm positive neither were meant to sound as in love with the other when it was being written, but I was struck by the realisation that there's no fully platonic explanation for these two. Like, we are first introduced to them when they are beamed back in the middle of a bar fight that Fash started because a group of men were laughing at Jen's appearance (seven feet tall, all muscle, every part of her silver in colour, is equal in strength to Vulcans, but too shy to stand up for herself). She was fully prepared to kill them. And then there is a whole conversation where Jen is completely devastated she wasn't able to save someone due to being incapacitated and Fash comes in like the overgrown cat she is and rubs her cheek against and then cuddles Jen And then theres this quote.

"Snnanagfashtalli, she felt about as she had naver felt about another being in her life. Perhaps it was gratitude for friendship and consideration; perhaps it was love. But she never experienced love, as a giver or receiver, so she did not know."

They're always together when we see them, and when Jen wants to be transferred to botanical sciences instead of moving rank in combat and defense, Fash is only ever supportive. They play chess late nights in the rec room while smiling at eachother and laughing. They are the most relaxed in eachother's company. Like, please tell me how I could possibly be normal about them?

Tied in second is Siri Keeton and Sarasti, and Daniel Brüks and Valerie, both being human/vampire relationships from Peter Watt's Firefall series. "Oh, not another human vampi-" shush. Vampires are different in this one. It's set in the late 2090's where humanity has reached the point where it's borderline posthuman but also not and theres been first contact and it adheres to actual science instead of inventing things like warp drive and wormholes and hundred of species of humanoid aliens (sorry star trek). I cannot describe the worldbuilding any further than that because it's just so in depth but the point is humanity has brought back an extinct branch of humanity that's referred to as vampires because evolution left them only being able to eat human flesh. For science of course. They are described so terrifyingly viscerally It rewired by brain. What I really vibe with about these two ships is while the humans, Siri and Daniel, are fighting against the prey instinct to flee and hide so they can work with their vampire companions to slow the decent into ruin humanity is steadily marching towards, the vampires, Sarasti and Valerie, are trying to fight their instinct to rip them apart and eat them, knowing if they do they'll go extinct, and also try and navigate the fact that they have grown attached to their human crew (set in space for the most part) even though they don't experience affection while the humans are still terrified of them. I explained that poorly but please go read the books. The first one, Blindsight, has been published online for free here. Echopraxia, second book, unfortunately has not gotten the same treatment but your local library might have it, and if not you can always request it be ordered. They've been translated into other languages as well.

Third and last in line is Connor and Tina Chen from Detroit: Become Human. Tina has exactly no lines in the entire game and if we are lucky 5 minutes of screentime. There are, as of my last check, twelve fics on Ao3 of them, half of them being a single chapter in oneshot collections, and no art. A shame, but expected given it's obscurity. Anyways I just vibe with them, though really only the AU version I crafted in my fic planning daydreams.

First ship ever: I was about to say I couldn't tell you if the universe's existence was on the line, but looking back I'm pretty sure it was either SCP-049 and SCP-035 or Malicoda and Ererbus from the Gameknight999 series by Mark Cheverton that made me actual think, "huh, they seem... closer than just friends." Of course that ended up with me thinking "Oh! they're best friends!" because romance simply does not render in my poor little autistic aroace brain unless explicitly stated. Art I saw when looking up those characters of course helped.

Last song you heard: As I write this I'm hearing the lovely tune of more soup by Gerald Fried on loop. It's been four hours and counting.

Favorite childhood book: How dare you make me choose. uhhh.. uhhhhh,,,,,,,, hhhh,,,

Lets just go with The Hobbit by J.R.R Tolkien and The Days Are Just Packed: A Calvin and Hobbes Collection by Bill Watterson. I read so much during my childhood that I cannot possibly choose, but those two stand out as being some that I still come back too.

Currently reading: A lot of things but most recently Life in Ancient Egypt by Adolf Erman, published in 1886 and translated in 1894 by H. M. Tirad, with the copy I have having been republished in 1971 with minor notes to correct things that have since been proven false. Unless of course you want to count all the fanfiction. There's been a lot of that too.

Currently watching: Trying to get though all of Hermitcraft, starting from season 1 and working up to the current season while also attempting to not forget to document the time and dates each and every video was published.

Currently consuming: Lots of water :)

Currently craving: Ginger tea (I ran out of the kind I like)

Tagging: No thank you, but if you see this and feel like doing it then by all means go ahead. :)

[Apologies for misspellings, grammatical errors, and this rambley wall of text]

#fluffy screams to the void

[cybertomii]

tomii hi!! hope you're good and i just wanted to know what you thought about the whole hamilton to ferrari thing? i still don't know much about f1 but even i felt like this was really important 😭 and i love reading anything you say too lol so it's better from you than anyone else 🫶🏽🫶🏽 also unrelated but please talk about tennant's macbeth i'll send another ask if i have to, i'm so curious!! love you and i hope you're doing well!!

hii! sorry for the late response

honestly i don’t think the reality of lewis moving to ferrari has well and truly set in. it’s just a bit confusing for me why he’s doing it cause merc doesn’t stink that badly and ferrari isn’t that good either. i don’t have anything insightful to say it’s just kinda like ‘wait is this seriously happening?’

spoilers for david tennant’s macbeth under the cut i guess??? can you really spoil macbeth?

so my drama teacher chose this production for out live performance review and oh my god was it good. like where do i even start

the staging was so good i loved it so much. i liked the like glass enclosure they had behind the stage. it was such an interesting staging decision. the lighting as well was sooo good. it’s such a joy to analyse. the live music they had added so much to the production it would have not been the same without it

someday i wish to be like max webster because only he could’ve come up with the idea to use binaural sound for the whole production. the witches at the beginning??? i jumped i loved them so much

david tennant was so good for the role of macbeth. he’s got a very insane look about him and he plays macbeth really well

on the topic of macbeth, cush jumbo played lady macbeth so well. i loved lady macbeth in this actually. everything about her made her feel like and outsider from her northern accent when the others had scottish accents and the fact she was the only one wearing white. just ugh i love it

malcolm and macduff had bigger roles in this production than others. i wish ross did as well because i love moyo akande but oh well. the time she was on she was really good she’s literally my idol

the actors playing malcolm and macduff must have had bills due during the scene ross comes and tells macduff his wife and kids are dead because that was the make gut wrenching thing i’ve ever watched. noof ousellam (macduff) portrayed macduff’s emotions so well and ros watt (malcolm) really convincingly made himself seem as if he was on the brink of tears

speaking of ros watt, omg ros watt. i loved everything about him. his physicality during the 2nd prophecy, his pleading with macduff, god everything was perfect. ros watt was perfect to play malcolm especially considering he’s smaller than the rest of the cast. just delicious. he’s got those big sad eyes that i love

noof ousellam as well. big massive sad eyes like that’s baby girl (he’s over six feet tall). when he was all up in malcolm’s face shouting, dear god i loved it. my little pea brain starting whirring. something about their height difference does it for me.

this is getting long so let me finish quickly. lady macduff, her screams were fucking bone chilling. the porter was so funny. his actor does really well in comedies. banquo was so fit omg. the child actor they had playing like all the children (and he died so many times poor kid) was surprisingly good as well

i desperately want to write about this version of macbeth/the cast (the guy playing donalbain has a podcast called putting it together and his interviews with the other cast members are really good) but i fear no one actually gives a shit

#sorry for the extended yap #you can really tell i loved ros watt and noof ousellam #i really want to write about them but like no one gives a fuck sooooo #when the recording comes out prepare to be fucking sick of meee #anyway the lewis to ferrari news hasn’t set in and i fear it won’t set in until i see him in a ferrari racing suit #do i tag this f1 tomfoolery? #thank you anon for letting me ramble i love you too #fic material #lowkey #i need an arsenal acting au stat #tomi.txt #🫶🏽 anon #anon asks

[the-firebird69]

I'm mad and angry I want to make sure we have the right people I know a friend doesn't know and he doesn't know who Denzel Washington is and said it nor the other guy but then again that might not be the case they are trying to stop it from contaminating the area so we checked on the missile sites and we saw who you think it is and a whole bunch of them are dead and we pulled bunches out and it's all trumpsters and that stuff all over them and we had suits on I want to tell you something Trump you're dead you're Joel watts and you should know better

Bg

I'm afraid this is the last straw you detected something wrong with it he said what do you want me to do contaminate the whole area and then you guys had this plan to sit here and do this stupid s*** now you have a plan to pull a big ship out to Perry and sand and say you wanted my people all over it you think that there's nobody else in the planet except you right here you ruined our home town it says the buildings won't deteriorate her anything but since the wood bite with that stuff and it does a little bit after a while it'll be gone we have to make you pay for that he wants to grab stuff that's historical is an incredible story and his people deserve it so does he and so do we if we succeeded stuff but really that's our hometown besides this crazy stuff and you're crazy stuff which are different by the way we don't want to hear from you he wants to grab it for historical reasons we would too and you don't seem to care at all so we don't need you we're going to get you.

Mike bronder

He says the answer for David audette who's not here and it says he wants to hear it just go read his letter idiot and our nephew said that last part

Mike again

I don't have to tell you that we're going to get you Trump you don't have to hear it we did check we investigate it tons of people are now and we are going back up to the scene to make sure didn't find any RC we're going to take you down

Billium

I wasn't there physically but it's my hometown and I find it very insulting that you said we planned it or he told you to he never told you to or instructed you to so you shouldn't have done it and furthermore it doesn't matter if he did doesn't have any rank he doesn't have any position over you you made sure everybody knew it so this is a small problem with your plan ignorant retard

Mop

Hehe wow that's some weird s*** it's my hometown and I came from there and like I said Trump gave me a favor and he's so stupid he can't figure it out because everybody wanted to put me through the motions and run through it again and get the thorium this time and use it for trial and so forth to extortion send code with the money this makes a big difference that it's not going to be accessible and by the way when you do the brinks job make sure you wear protection cuz I think I see you without it and the vault is probably not airtight and Mac agrees and Tom Arnold says oh crap

Zues Hera

You don't think you can talk about this stuff and going and on why is that just nail the whole area and you don't get it

Trump

We're at it with you now and we're getting rid of you that's why they all came down it wasn't just out of the blue like you thought cuz you're a fool

Mac

I sort of get something I keep talking through him and so do you it gets convoluted I'm sure I did the job and it helps him so what he doesn't care no it matters tells people will stop him from going there and yeah I think I'm still big

Trump

And you're wrong Trump you're small but that's fine and they're hunting you now globally for a massive terror charges and for 9/11 might as well move out of the apartment you're in illegally

Mop

Lol he can't it's an analogy

Zues

I'm going to poison you CAA says you can try but then I'm going to hit you with venom and your brain will ride out like it does every day when I hit you with venom before you tr CAA says

Trump

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How to set up a home sauna for less than $100

Confession: I am a closet sauna user. Let me explain: I’m not ashamed of my sauna use. Nor do I try to keep it a secret. No, I mean it literally: I built a sauna IN A CLOSET. And it cost less than a hundred bucks!

Saunas have been used throughout the world for hundreds of years and have been linked to a wide range of health benefits. Sauna’s effects on circulatory, cardiovascular, and immune functions reduce the risk of diseases such as high blood pressure, cardiovascular disease, pulmonary diseases, and dementia. Sauna use has been shown to improve chronic pain and reduce cardiac and all-cause mortality.

Sauna use has also been associated with improved endurance, muscle mass, and neurogenesis (growth of new brain cells), as well as reduced inflammation. The heat stress of a sauna triggers many of the same physiologic responses that exercise does.

I’ve had lots of questions about how I created my home sauna. People often assume that an in-home sauna is an expensive extravagance - and it certainly can be. However, it can be done very well on the cheap, and requires no tools or handyman skills!

I’ve written previously about the health benefits of red and near-infrared light. My setup has the benefits of red/NIR light plus the benefits of a sauna! I modeled it after the SaunaSpace portable sauna, which has gotten rave reviews and is used and lauded by health experts such as Chris Kresser and Dr. Terry Wahls. It’s made with lovely natural materials and is beautiful to look at, and, I assume (I haven’t tried it myself), a pleasure to use. Unfortunately, it costs more than $3000.

Let’s take a minute to reverse-engineer the SaunaSpace. It consists of

An enclosure

Four infrared heat lamps

That’s basically it! An enclosure can be created in a closet or bathroom (SaunaSpace even sells a kit for making a sauna in a bathtub). For my enclosure, I used a closet in the bedroom that was my daughter’s before she moved out.

SaunaSpace uses 250 watt infrared heat lamps, which are available on Amazon and at most home improvement stores and hardware stores. They typically cost less than $10 each.

SaunaSpace has a beautiful wood fixture for the bulbs; since I lack any construction or crafty skills, I opted for clamp lights. These lights are often used as worklights in shops, basements, or job sites, and are also available on Amazon or at any home improvement or hardware store for about $10. I’ve used the clamp light-infrared bulb setup in the past to raise baby chicks. Make sure you choose a clamp light rated for the wattage of the bulb you’re using!

Next, you need something to clamp the lights on. I first tried a shelf we had inherited from a friend which hadn’t yet been assigned a place in our home. It worked okay, but it was difficult to aim the lights precisely.

I was complaining about the shelf when my husband and I were returning from a walk one day; there was a hand truck in our driveway, and at the same time we said “how about that?” I transferred all the clamp lights to the hand truck, and it worked much better than the shelf.

I also experimented with a wooden laundry rack, which worked quite well - but, we need it for laundry. My point is: you probably already have an object in your home which could be used for the lights. No need to buy something new!

One thing you need to know about the clamp lights: they are awful. I can’t understand how something in such widespread use hasn’t evolved to a better design. The clamp is held together by a nut, which I find difficult to tighten. When the heavy bulbs are installed in the lights, the weight makes the lights droop; keeping them aimed in the direction you want can be a continual source of frustration. I’ve tried to secure the lights with various clamps, but it remains a bit of a struggle.

The big question: does it work? I’m happy to report that YES, it works and is wonderful! It’s tricky to report how hot it gets, because the temperature varies so widely inside the space. Far from the bulbs it might not get above 90º Fahrenheit, but if when I put the thermometer at the distance my body is from the lights, it hits about 115º. That’s not nearly as hot as traditional saunas, which commonly exceed temperatures of 160º. However, a traditional sauna uses heat to warm the air, which in turn warms your body, while infrared sauna heats your body directly without warming the air around you. This means an infrared sauna is able to produce the benefits of heat stress at much lower temperatures than a traditional sauna. Bonus: the lower temperatures of an infrared sauna are more comfortable and safer than the higher heat of a traditional sauna (although probably still not safe for pregnancy).

In any case, after 15 minutes or so in the sauna, I am dripping with sweat. It feels fantastic. My body temperature increases by about 2 degrees after being in the sauna for 30 minutes. And afterwards, I feel SO relaxed. What a pleasurable way to ramp up your parasympathetic nervous system!

Feels great, science says it is great for you, and can be done at home on the cheap? Yes please!