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ronanfoley · 2 years
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Artwork I did for Hopfully, an Irish beer company. Didn't manage to get the design picked for their new beer but it was displayed in Lucky's
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bandcampsnoop · 30 days
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5/8/24.
Living Clipboards are a Dunedin/Wellington New Zealand group comprising members from The 3Ds and Look Blue Go Purple (Denise Roughan), Mark Williams (MarineVille) and Jim Abbott (Ghost Club). They really do sound like a sum of their previous bands and then some. At times I can also hear Hamish Kilgour/The Great Unwashed.
Which is interesting since I also saw that Paul Kean posted a song from The Archers - one of his many side projects. This side project consisted of Hamish and Lisa Siegal (Mad Scene) and Kaye Woodward and Paul Kean (The Bats, Minisnap). There is only a single track currently available, but Paul promises to keep cleaning up the songs which were were recorded "one cold winter".
Living Clipboards was mastered by Tex Houston and is available from Burning Log, a label based in Wellington, New Zealand.
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crudlynaturephotos · 2 years
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captainjonnitkessler · 6 months
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I understand if you want to stay out of it but I’m curious as to you’re thoughts on this discourse
https://www.tumblr.com/dappercat123/737173649266737152/your-arguments-sum-to-in-my-perfect-world-there
Anon, I'm going to be entirely honest with you. I have been waiting for an excuse to put my thoughts about this down. Forewarning that this is going to be long and take a dim view of organized religion.
TL;DR: I think everyone in that thread is maliciously misinterpreting evilsoup's point, which is basically that they think Gene Roddenberry was right about what a post-utopian society would look like re: religion. And you can agree or disagree about whether a post-religious utopia is likely or desirable, but to say that anyone who thinks it is is actively calling for and encouraging genocide is a gross misuse of the term (especially coming from at least one person that I'm pretty sure is currently denying an actively ongoing actual fucking genocide).
@evilsoup can correct me if I'm misinterpreting their points, but as far as I see it there are two main points being made:
A) In a perfect utopia with absolutely no source of oppression, marginalization, or disparity, religion would naturally whither away with no outside pressure being applied.
B) This would be a good or at least a neutral thing.
As far as A) goes - a lot of the responses evilsoup got were basically "well *I* would never choose to be nonreligious, so therefore the only way to create that world would be by force, and therefore you are calling for literal genocide". But aside from the fact that evilsoup was very, very clear that they thought this would be a *natural* event and that trying to force people to be nonreligious would be evil - we're not talking about (general) you. You can be as religious as you want but you don't get to make that choice for your grandkids, or your great-great-great grandkids, or your great-great-great-great-great-etc. grandkids. Just because religion is an integral part of your identity doesn't mean it's something you can pass down, and if you're not comfortable with the idea that your kids might choose to leave your religion, you shouldn't have kids.
I personally don't foresee religion disappearing entirely, but it is pretty consistent that as a country becomes happier, healthier, and wealthier, it also becomes less religious. Religiosity is inversely correlated with progressive values. And the more democratic and secular a nation is, the less powerful religious authorities become - In the 1600s blasphemy and atheism were punishable by death* in Massachusetts and today I can call the Pope a cunt to his face** on Twitter with no repercussions whatsoever. Political secularism is an absolute necessity for true democracy and it necessitates removing power from religious authorities, which has and will likely continue to lead to a decline in religiosity - not just a decline in how many people identify as religious, but also a decline in how religious the remaining people are.
*Blasphemy laws and death penalties for blasphemers/apostates are still VERY much a thing in many places. It's hard to see a path where those places become more democratic but don't become more secular and repeal those laws.
**Well, to the face of whoever runs his Twitter account, but the point remains.
I also believe that many religious communities have been held together for so long via coercion - either internal coercion like blasphemy and apostasy laws, shunning, and threats of hell or other supernatural punishment, or external coercion like oppression from the majority religious group or ethnic cleansings. In a perfect utopia, neither form of coercion would exist and I don't think it's crazy to think that religiosity would drop severely and become a much less important part of people's identities, in the way I think the queer community would not exist in a world where queerphobia didn't exist.
ANYWAY, all this is actually kind of moot. It could happen, it could not, nobody is calling for it to be forced so we'll just have to wait and see. The real point of disagreement is on B).
I'm gonna be honest - I think a lot of the responders are rank hypocrites and are really hung up on the idea of cultural purity, which is something I'm wildly uncomfortable with.
First of all, the idea that a deeply-held religious belief could be diluted until it's just a cultural thing that nobody really remembers the origins of isn't some evil mastermind plot evilsoup is trying to concoct, it's just how cultures work. There's tons of stuff about American culture that are vaguely rooted in what were once deeply-held beliefs and are now entertainment. Halloween is rooted in sacred tradition and now it's a day to dress up and get candy. Christmas is one of the most sacred holidays in Christianity but nobody bats an eye if a non-Christian puts up some lights or decorates a tree just because it's fun. I have no doubt that every culture on Earth has traditions that used to be deeply sacred but are now just fun family traditions. People in Japan use Christian symbology as an "exotic, mythical" aesthetic the exact same way people in the West use Eastern symbology. And if you're okay with it happening to Christianity, why wouldn't you be okay with it happening to any other religion in the absence of oppression?
And there's the idea that if a culture fails to get passed down *exactly* as it is now, it's a terrible loss and the result of malicious outside influence. But . . . cultures change over time. No culture is the same now as it was two or five or eight hundred years ago and I don't believe that change is inherently loss. The things that are sacred to you may or may not be sacred to the people of your culture in the future. That's just the way things work, and I don't think it's inherently good or bad.
And finally, people keep accusing evilsoup of "just wanting everyone to assimilate to your culture", but it absolutely does not follow that a lack of religion means a lack of diversity. Different nonreligious cultures are every bit as capable of being diverse as different religious cultures, so it's weird to insist that evilsoup wants there to only be one culture when they never said anything to indicate that.
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daisynik7 · 6 months
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eyepatches are sexy, I repeat, EYE PATCHES ARE SEXY
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thanks for coming to my TED talk (again) :)
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bit-odd-innit · 2 years
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Rock star Eddie Munson starts trending because the true crime girlies get their claws in the Hawkins Serial Killer Story and start posting THEORIES about WHAT REALLY HAPPENED until terminally offline middle school guidance counselor Steve Harrington creates a TikTok account to defend his husband’s honor and rip the true crime communities a new one is this anything.
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gosmigenergy · 8 months
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KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Two
FROTTAGE / SEXUAL FRUSTRATION / VIRGINITY
( Triple Frontier Boys x F!Reader )
Summary: After a conscious decision to stop dating, your friend invites you to fight night where more than one person catches your eye.
Rating: 12A?
Warnings: Mentions of dating/bad relationships, allusions to a non-monogamous relationship, language, drinking, teeny bit of masturbation, no use of Y/N
Word Count: 4.4k
Notes: When @absurdthirst announced their Kinktober 2023 list, I actually got inspired to start writing and I’m now taking the plunge by posting them online. It’s been a few years since I wrote smut so bear with me. If there is anything spoken in italics, it’s Santiago or Francisco speaking in Spanish, I didn’t want to just Google translate and butcher it. My brain also didn’t do this in numerical order hence why there is no Day 01 though this story seemed more of a fitting start.
I may not complete the entire list so be ready for sporadic updates, enjoy!
(P.S. Hi Moyra!)
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The story of how you ended up in an open relationship with four, rather handsome guys was a simple one.
You were lonely and horny but also indecisive.
Your notable chastity came after a series of shitty relationships and dates with men. After being ghosted, catfished and caught up in a quick partnership with a toxic dom, you had pretty much given up on the male species. Except, once a few months had passed, the sexual urge came back, you couldn’t fathom the strength to go out and find people but there is only so much a toy can do.
“A cage fight? What are we going to do at a cage fight?”
“I don’t know,” your friend spoke with a tone that indicated she knew something you didn’t. “But there will be plenty of men.”
You roll your eyes, she was desperate to get you back out there, she also knew you well enough to know fighting your sexual nature was soon going to become a struggle and she couldn’t handle the idea of another crap hook up for you.
“Fine.”
That evening you found yourself outside of town, in front of a sorry looking hanger with your friend waiting for the rest of the group, watching the slim picking choices of men. 
“If I wanted a frat boy, I could have just gone to that one bar.”
Your friend scoffed, “Frat boys are not the only option here.”
They weren’t but they seemed to be the better option. 
Every other man you saw, you wouldn’t touch with a barge pole. Amongst the Frat boys was portly bikers who could barely remain on their bikes, those who you could only describe as rednecks and guys so terrifying, the idea of approaching them didn’t even come to the forefront of your mind.
“How long do you think the girls are going to be?”
“Fashionably late,” she shrugs.
“There’s a strong possibility they’ll miss their guy.”
You have flashbacks to when you went to a concert and they arrived so late, they only made it in time for the main act. The pair of you had sworn never to attend anything with them unless you had your tickets and could make your way to the venue without them. Tonight, you were both a little worried about how they’d be when they turned up and in an event like this, they’d stand out in the crowd.
You hugged your frame, bobbing up and down on the balls of your feet.
“Could we just get them to message when they’re here?”
“We’ll give them another 20 minutes.”
The flurry of people thickened and you stood to one side to allow everyone to pass without having to go around you. You were watching the time pass by on your phone when your friend’s announcement interrupted you.
“They’re here.”
“Thank fuck.”
You raise your head, about to look passed the incoming audience when you caught sight of someone.
He has his head ducked low underneath a baseball cap, his outfit in shades of navy and grey, hands stuffed in tight jeans pockets. Under the brim, his brown eyes flicked up to yours like he knew he was being watched. A smile came to his lips, brightening his five o’clock shadow, the moment between you was brief.
He carried on walking and you kept your eyes in front, swallowing as you felt his gaze still on you.
“Are you ok?” Your friend queried.
“I’m fine.”
The temperature rises in your cheeks.
“Uh-huh.”
In the venue, the group of you squeezed into a middle row on one side of the cage. The rest of the girls had already arrived a little bit ‘squiffy’ as they put it and on the second round of drinks, you’d offered to head to the overcrowded bar.
You had spent the evening rejecting offers from all sort of men, the cheesiest chat up lines plugged to you in every kind of way - ‘when do you get in the ring’, ‘what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this’ etcetera, etcetera. Your mystery man was nowhere to be seen and you think he was just a figment of your imagination.
Pushing your way through the throng, you manage to grab onto the trim of the makeshift bar and haul yourself forward. You lean your weight on your elbows and wait patiently for one of the bar staff to finish serving another drunkard.
“So, what’s a little girl like you doing in a place like this?”
The way they said ‘little girl’ made your skin crawl, even the guy next to you clocked your discomfort.
“Out with friends and would rather be left alone, thank you.”
“Aw, come on, I just want to talk.”
“I’d rather not, I’ve had plenty of men try and talk to me tonight and I told them the exact same thing. Please leave me alone.”
There was movement behind you but you thought it best not to make eye contact. You felt the air pass your shoulder as the guy next to you threw up a hand and caught the other man’s wrist that was inches away from your body.
“Hey, she’s already asked you nicely to leave her alone.”
Oh god, was a fight going to start because of you?
The growing tension had your heart pounding and your knuckles became white as you held your nerve.
“Who are you, her boyfriend?”
“If I was, would it stop you harassing her?”
The man behind you mumbled something incoherently before squirming out of the guy’s grip and staggering away.
“Thank you,” you finally look his way, giving him a smile.
He smiled, giving you a gestured nod, “You’re welcome.”
Even in this light, he had baby blue eyes and delicate freckles along his cheek bones. His upper body was wide, holding it’s own against wave after wave of people coming in to wait along the bar.
“You have some pretty quick reflexes, are you sure you’re not meant to be in that cage?”
He laughs, shaking his head.
“Nah, not my kind of thing. How about you? That look could have knocked him dead.”
“There’d be a lot bodies on the floor if it worked,” you quip. “I’m here as chaperone to the group of forlorn looking girls waiting for their man.”
His smile broaden, digging dimples into his cheeks.
“And who might that be?”
“Benny Miller,” you shrug.
You’ve been invited to watch him fight but actually have no fucking idea what he looks like, the girls have just been swooning about his ridiculous six pack.
“Really? He’s going to be thrilled.”
“You think?”
“I’m his brother, of course I know.”
You cock your head, eyebrows arching, maybe you could understand the fascination with this fighter if his brother is anything to go by.
“Oh god, how many Millers are there?”
His laugh is contagious.
“Only the two of us. If you count brothers in arms, there’s four.”
You should have guessed with those reflexes he was some sort of military.
Just as you’re about to speak, a bar man appears and he allows you to order your round first, five shots should come quickly. Juggling to get a grip of five tiny plastic glasses in two hands, you flash him another smile.
“Thanks…” You falter, “Sorry, I didn’t ask your name.”
“Will.”
You introduce yourself and thank him again before slipping into the stream of people, excusing and apologising to anyone who got in your way.
“You were gone a while,” you friend said inquisitively after taking a shot of sour cherry flavoured liquor.
You hum, “I got harassed at the bar and Benny Miller’s brother stepped in as my knight in shining armour.”
She laughs, checking quickly to see if the other girls heard.
“What is with you tonight? First that guy at the entrance, now the brother.”
“His name is Will and I haven’t seen that other guy since.”
It was nice to know he wasn’t imaginary.
There were a few rounds before Benny’s, the girls squealing and looking away as two guys beat the living daylight out of each other. They shouldn’t have been there, too much blood, too much violence and too much sweat from the crowd washing over them and it wasn’t like they could talk either.
The break came and as the other girls insisted on another drink, you politely excused yourself to breath some cool outside air.
You refused the offer of a cigarette when you stepped out the doors, eyes flitting to see if there was an empty bench or some patch of grass where you could escape the huddle of people congregating. Wandering around, you found yourself at the side entrance of the hanger, a lone person leaning a brick low barring wall.
There couldn’t be any harm sitting with him, he seemed harmless enough.
“Do you mind if I sit here?”
The man glanced over, brown curls flicking from under his cap.
“Go ahead.”
You side, jumping to rest your ass before taking a massive swing of water from the fountain you’d discovered on your way out.
There was a moment of silence before he spoke.
“No offence but you don’t seem one for violence.”
“What makes you say that?”
“You look too sweet and innocent,” he shrugged.
You hum, “Who says I’m innocent?”
He laughs, dropping his head before taking a swig of beer, eyes in front of him.
“I apologise.”
“That’s ok, I get what you’re saying, it’s been pretty brutal so far.”
His tongue flicked over his bottom lip, “I’ve seen worse.”
“Well, for the sake of the girls I’m with, I hope Benny Miller don’t get the shit beaten out of him.”
“Don’t worry, he won’t.”
He sounded so sure and that’s when your brain made the connection to what Will said earlier.
“You’re one of his brothers in arms, aren’t you?”
The man leaned back, placing one hand on his thigh, the little target tattoo on his hand stretching. He faced you now with a furrowed brow and parted lips, his eyes dark as you could see his mind working out how you knew.
“I bumped into Will at the bar.”
His expression seemed to soften.
“He told you about me?”
“Not specifically,” you winced, trying not to hurt his feelings. “We just got talking.”
The corners of his lips twitched, “He did mention meeting a pretty girl at the bar.”
You had to look away, your cheeks and chest immediately on fire, a spark that travelled your lower belly, spreading with desire. Will said you were pretty and he just clarified the comment, your friend was right, what is with you tonight?
He was just about to speak until the heavy swing of the door made you jump, he barely moved an inch.
“You better get you ass in here, Benny will lose his shit if you ain’t there to walk him in.”
For a brief moment, you couldn’t see who was attached to the voice but it was smooth.
They step out from behind the door and you saw the edge of a blue bomber jacket and the navy peak of a cap, his soft slopping nose and the five o’clock shadow along his sharp jawline.
Oh no.
It was if he caught something out of the corner of his eye, like he saw his friend and wondered why there was another person sat next to him, who was the other person sat next to him. His one eyebrow was arched, his lip straight until he recognised the face.
“Didn’t I catch your eye earlier?”
“I’m sure it was the other way round,” you remark wittily.
He smiled, nodding, “Agree to disagree.”
“If you say so.”
“Are you going to chat up all my guys tonight?”
He points between you and the other guy.
“I think you’ll find they keep chatting to me.”
He laughs, nodding again.
Both of the men shared a look, understanding each other though no word was exchanged, it was annoying yet somewhat enticing.
You wished you could know what they were thinking.
“Come on, Fish, he’s going on in a couple of minutes.”
He got up from the wall, abandoning the empty cup but he glanced one last time at you.
“Fish?”
“Nickname,” he stuffed his hands in his pockets. “It’s Frankie to everyone else.”
You tell him your name and he smiles, nodding as he walked away. Frankie pats the other man on the back, stating ‘hermano’ and sauntering away, readjusting his cap before he disappeared into the venue.
Slipping off the wall, you went to say goodbye before he gestured for you to come through the back.
“Thanks.”
The door slammed behind him and he followed you, body unbelievably close, his breath mixing with the heat contained in the hanger.
“So, do I get to know your name?”
Glancing over your shoulder, he still has that soft smile, eyes roaming what was in front of him that caused goosebumps to arrive on your skin.
“No.”
You walked passed rows of lockers and tired wooden benches before he stopped, letting you walk a little further.
“Go to your left and follow the corridor to the double doors.”
You nod, “See you in there?”
His smile grew, “Sure.”
Following his instructions, the corridor felt like it went on for miles, the music muffled through the brickwork, the only sound your shoes squeaking on tiles. You were trying to wrap your head around what was going on, how had you met three guys in one night who all knew each other and seemed, to you anyway, to be caught in your gravitational pull? Or was your friend right, were you just that ridiculously horny after months of your own hand or toys?
You shake your head, taking a deep breath before joining civilisation again.
“They wanted to get closer,” your friend said, rolling her eyes.
“Aren’t we technically in the splash zone now?”
“D’you think they’re bothered?”
She was right, the rest of the girls were far too gone to even worry about being covered in sweat, beer and possibly blood, all you prayed for is none of them got ahead of themselves and flashed the fighter at the worst time.
After Benny’s name got introduced over the speakers and the match started, you finally saw the other three from the group, distorted opposite by the wire hexagons that followed the cage. Even they were sensible enough to sit several rows back, they cheered and backed Benny the whole way through and when the opportunity arose, fleetingly looked to you.
A heat washed over your body.
“They said this is the way!”
The girls were giggling, tottering up the corridor as fast as they could in heels. You and your other friend held back, mostly to ensure you weren’t connected to the fangirls who were trying to find a battered and bruised man.
You pretended you didn’t know where the locker room was though you were there moments earlier, you couldn’t face the queries from your friend.
“He’ll be in here,” a friend beckons everyone over.
“And I’m out,” you hold your hands up. “I’m not sneaking into the boys locker room.”
“Really? I thought you’d quite like a photographic memory for tonight.”
You shake you head, “I have the internet for that.”
She laughs, nudging your hip.
“I’m just going to see how this all plays out.”
“Sure.”
She pushes you away and you stagger to an empty space on the wall, leaning against it and allowing the cold to spread across you back. Tipping your head back, you close your eyes, taking a breath.
“Don’t want to join your friends.”
A familiar voice breaks the silence.
“Do you always hang round in the shadows?”
He scoffs, “No.”
“I’d rather not be associated with,” you wave a hand. “Their actions.”
He moves to the wall opposite you, copying your stance, his smile curling as he can hear the chaos in the distance.
“You know it’s a shame,” he looked at you through the corner of his eyes. “He would have liked to have met you.”
You scowl, tilting your head.
“You’ve been talking about me?”
“Will and Fish are quite enamoured with you.”
“And you?”
Your heart was pounding, the blood rushing to your head. You were nervous to hear his answer, tongue sweeping over your dry lips and all he could do was smile, breaking eye contact.
“I don’t think you could handle me.”
You hum, “I like a challenge.”
He pursed his lips, cocking his head to one side.
“You look too sweet for me, honey.”
The way he said ‘honey’ was intoxicating, smooth with a hint of his Spanish pronunciation, it made your heart flutter. You push yourself off the wall and take a few steps over to him, folding your arms across your chest, standing tall.
You look him up and down, your expression scrunching, you’d seen someone like him before not exactly like him but they all appear the same.
“Maybe that’s just what you need… A good girl who’ll do as she’s told.”
He turned to face you, eyes almost black and you swallowed. His smile crocked into a smirk, he noticed the falter in your otherwise firm stance. Moving his body close, he leaned forward, hands placed to his hips. He brought his lips to the shell of your ear.
“Then give me your phone.”
You do as you’re told, unlocking the screen as you hand it over.
Taking it in one hand, he gives you space and taps away before giving it back. You check the details on the phone.
Santiago Garcia is a new contact.
“Give us a message if you need anything.”
You blinked at the screen then up at him, his face had softened.
“I’ll hold you to that, Santiago.”
He winked and walked away, out of your vision, he shooed the girls away.
“So, did ask her?”
The guys had driven to a late night diner after the match, part of Benny’s post match routine was stuffing his face with a load of carbs.
“Not quite,” Santiago took a bite of a fry. “I gave her my number.”
Benny practically made a raspberry noise like a child.
Santiago shook his head, throwing his hands up, “The balls in her court.”
“You should have just asked her.”
Frankie took a swig of his coffee, “This isn’t the kind of thing you just walk up and ask, she would have run a fucking mile.”
Benny pointed with his fork, “This is why I should have done it.”
Frankie burst into laughter, Santiago and Will shaking their heads, he has no fucking idea.
“What?”
“There’s no way she would have taken the offer from you,” Will was trying to contain his laughter, cheeks turning a faint hue of pink. “I trust Pope, the balls in her court now.”
Benny ladled the last of his food onto his fork, “Do you think she’ll bite?”
Santiago was praying to every god that you did even though he was far from religious. This is the first time back since he felt anything, it was unusual that he found himself vying for attention with the other boys.
This was new territory for him and he’s done a lot of shit.
He thinks back to the conversation with you, he didn’t expect what came out of your mouth and it was like the lure of a siren to a sailor. It’s why he reconsidered you as an option. Sure, you cracked a little when he got close yet who wouldn’t and that’s when he guessed you may have seen it before.
His fingers have been twitching to check his phone all night.
“You’re guess is as good as mine.”
And you were laying in bed contemplating whether it was too early to message him.
After the fight, you thought you’d just go home and crash, you thought wrong.
Stripping off, you decided to take a shower to get rid of the grime from the night. You had an idea you were wet, you just didn’t realise how much your arousal had pooled. There was so many factors you could blame - several matches where two sweaty, semi dressed men were in close proximity to each other, three men’s eyes watching you and your eyes met, Santiago centimetres from your face.
The water fell soothing down your skin and you settled two fingers against your clit, rubbing gently. Closing your eyes, you pictured the fine details, the blonde of Will’s hair, the wideness of Frankie’s hand, the musk of Santiago’s aftershave.
You dragged your fingers along your folds, gasping as you sunk them into your burning cunt.
It was embarrassing how quickly you came to the thought of them, you hands reaching for the cool tiles of your bathroom as your legs threatened to give way. Your breath was shaking, your body vibrating as the warmth travelled up your spine.
“Fuck.”
A message popped up on your phone from your friend, hoping that you had a good night, the winking face emoji a hint to the boys. Messaging now seemed desperate, your teeth grazed you lip.
Rolling over, you prayed that sleep would take you.
You decided against messaging Santiago in the morning, you were groggy and unmotivated with suggestions of a possible meet up would fall on deaf ears. It was in the afternoon, after some good food and a walk in the fresh air that you felt ready.
‘And when you say anything, what did you have in mind?’
That was the question that lead you to the bar tonight.
As it was a dive bar, or so you and your friends believed, you didn’t wear anything fancy however it didn’t mean you under dressed. You wore a dress that accentuated the curves of your body, hiding it with an oversized jacket and trainers. Taking a breath, you pushed through the doors, the vision of Santiago stood at the bar ordering.
“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”
“I’m fashionably late,” you retort, taking a note out of your friends’ books.
He laughed, “What are you drinking?”
He bought you a drink and you went to join the boys at the table, finally being introduced to Benny.
“I was kind of insulted you didn’t want to meet me but I’ll forgive you.”
The five of you talked about everything and anything, you learned that Frankie was a pilot, Santiago chased cartels for years after being in the military because he couldn’t stand still and the Miller brothers spent their youth on a family farm. After food and another round, Benny decided that it was the perfect time to get the conversation rolling on to why you were here.
“Are we gonna do this or not?”
He was straight to the point.
“Christ, Benny,” Will could have kicked him under the table. “Always thinking with that dick of yours.”
You guessed the implication would be something sexual, you got that from Santiago last night but his text gave you nothing, actually the whole evening gave you nothing. It was just nice to be in the company of four very different yet very attractive men who hadn’t push any boundaries.
Frankie lifted his cap and ran his fingers through brown curls, his focus pulling to Santiago.
“You want to start? You’re better with words.”
It’s also more his kind of thing, is what he left out, but it wasn’t easy.
Your eyes flicked to every man around the table. Frankie couldn’t make eye contact, Benny glanced between you and Santiago while Will seemed to be the calmest of the lot.
“We got talking yesterday about a girl we saw at the fight and it turns out we were talking about the same one. Now, the guys haven’t really done this before, I’ve shared before but not quite like this —“
“Wait, did you just say shared?”
It was alarmingly hot all of the sudden.
“Yes, I did,” he rubbed the scar along his neck.
Frankie chuckled to himself, “I guess there is no easy way of saying it.”
Santiago could see your mind working overtime, the knot in your brows tightening. Your lips opened before you stopped and thought over your words again.
“Do you guys want a five way?”
You wouldn’t complain if they did.
Benny and Santiago’s brows seemingly raised.
“Not quite, sweetheart,” Will lowered his tone, closing in on you so his frame blocked the rest of the bar from your vision. “We’re thinking more, we share you out evenly, four ways.”
You blink, tongue running over your dry lips, just the thought alone had settled between your thighs.
“So, a different guy every night?”
“If you want,” Benny chimed in.
Santiago shrugged, “I was thinking more of a weekly schedule.”
That would make sense.
Your mind was processing the concept, it could be good, yet it could also be bad, catastrophically bad. That’s what happened with that dom, they made all these promises, that they’d buy you all these rewards and gifts if you did what they wanted, they never came. They had you running round in circles, doing a load of shit you thought you wanted to do when in actuality, you didn’t. They manipulated you until you finally said no and then they gaslighted you into thinking it was all your fault when it never was.
Could these guys do that too?
“What are you thinking, querida?” Frankie broke through the silence.
“Just the string of bad relationships that came before this,” you take a swig of your drink, catching his puppy dog eyes. “Not that I’m saying this is a bad idea, it’s just…”
You chose your words carefully.
“I’d need to see the terms and conditions.”
He nodded, “That’s fair.”
“I’ll get the papers to you in the morning,” Santiago joked.
“I better not see any spelling mistakes or the deal’s off.”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, Will’s my copywriter.”
You tried to keep the upper hand but you broke, the smile cracking on your lips.
“Sooo, is that a yes?”
Benny’s eyes were darting from person to person, this conversation was too cryptic for him, he wanted a firm answer.
“It’s a maybe.”
He pouted, nodding, “I’m taking that as a positive, celebratory shots on me.”
The rest of the boys groaned as he slipped out of the booth towards the bar, Will apologising for his brother’s enthusiasm given the fact you didn’t give a solid ‘yes’. You thought you’d pretty much ruled men out and then suddenly the universe had gifted you four of them.
Maybe this was the end of that dry spell, the possibility of your sexual awakening and more and honestly, you didn’t mind at all.
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whollyunnecessary · 10 months
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I MADE IT, GUYS!!! I MADE IT!
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lunar-years · 4 months
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While I’m complaining I’ll say the hate on Luke Combs for the success of his Fast Car cover has always been aggressively annoying, given Tracey Chapman has openly stated she likes the cover and loves the paychecks it brings in AND she made an extremely rare appearance at the Grammys to perform it with him, so there are clearly no hard feelings there whatsoever. And yet people continue to speak over her and make a problem where there isn’t one.
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m1d-45 · 2 months
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-Pari Anon
Pari!Reader gets sad when their leaf mask gets torn. Whether they were playing too rough or Wei (the cat in the inn lobby) tore it, they lost their mask. They have those sad anime eyes (the cutely exaggerated ones). They want to fix it, but no one else knew about that leaf mask.
They stay gloomy for the rest of the day until Xiao comes back.
The next day, they see a little replica of Xiao’s mask made from wood. It was sitting near their nest. When they tried it in, it was light but sturdy. Who could have gotten it for them? How was it so detailed? Who could have known? Oh well. Time to play, little Pari thinks.
Xiao didn’t have the heart to just leave them after he heard them crying when the leaf mask was ripped. He might have put a charm on this one so it wouldn’t break as easily.
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xiao was better than this. the last yaksha, conqueror of demons, the bane of all evil himself.. searching the plains of liyue well into the night for a suitable piece of wood to carve. it wasn’t for an offering, it wouldn’t be turned into an incense bowl or statue, it was neither for a critical repair or somehow enchanted to be a danger. no, this wood would be used for a far more frivolous purpose: you.
you, who he’d been watching from the roof as you played on the balcony below. you with your mock spear and wei with his paws, uselessly batting at each other in a play fight. he thought it was ridiculous, really—your thin wings would surely bleed beneath any monster’s claws, better you learn to run away from danger—but had watched. it was harmless fun. you ducked behind the potted bonsai for protection, racing around the trunk and likely making the poor cat dizzy, when a harsh rip echoed into the night. you stopped, looking behind you as the two halves of your ‘mask’ fluttered to the floor, torn by one of the branches of the tree. his only thought was that you weren’t hurt, watching as wei tackled you off the pot and onto the floor, but you squirmed free quickly, floating over to the remains… sadly? wei followed, sniffing the leaves, but you didn’t seem interested in playing anymore. you sat by the leaves for far too long, not even moving when wei curled up beside you.
it was nothing. it was a leaf tied around your head with another’s stem, bound to rot and flake away anyway, but you were sulking the next day. he never thought he’d return to his makeshift room and have you not fly up to him with a cloud of chirps, and he quickly decided he didn’t like it. if you were sad you lost your mask, then he’d just have to get you a new one.
he kicked at the remains of a campfire, stomping out the remaining embers. an abandoned adventurer’s camp of some sort, the air free of any malicious warnings. besides the remains of the campfire were a few stray logs, likely spare firewood. he dug through the measly pile, pulling out a log. there was no rot, water damage, no sign of bugs or anything else that would ruin the wood. without another thought, he tucked it under his arm, turning and vanishing into the wind.
he had left when you were already asleep, so he could go straight to his room, but he made a stop first. yanxiao hardly jumped when he turned from the stove, though he did eye the log in his hands strangely.
“what can i get you?”
“i need to borrow a knife.”
“…” he laughed, propping his hands on the table in front of him, and xiao grit his teeth. an adepti, reduced to this… “what, did you lose your spear?”
“of course i didn’t,” he snapped, “but i’m not foolish enough to think i can use a spear to carve wood.”
yanxiao nodded in understanding, reaching into his pocket for a small flip knife. it was barely as long as one of his fingers, the handle a dark wood. “this should do, i think.” he threw the knife underhand, and xiao caught it with ease. the blade flicked out easily, sharp to the touch. “remember to cut away from you, yeah?”
his grip tightened on the knife, leaving without thanks.
safely in the shadow of his room, xiao finally relaxed. one by one, he removed his guards and charms, quietly setting them in their respective places. you were curled up in your bed as always, none the wiser as he stepped out onto the balcony. he sat facing the moon, setting his mask on the floor beside him. again drawing the small knife, he braced the wood in his lap and began to carve.
yanxiao was many things, but a fool he was not. he had heard from verr about your mask tearing yesterday, about how you sat quietly on xiao’s terrace for the rest of the day in a pout. you were a strange guest, certainly, but you were xiao’s. he kept very limited company, and those he lingered around felt his affections quietly.
when flowers had blown off their tables prior to the reception of an important guest, a mysterious bundle of qingxin had found it’s way onto the reception desk to replace them. when the eccentric xianyun had stopped by for a ‘surprise lunch,’ a small note in familiar writing on his table told him her tastes. when your small, flimsy mask tore in two… well, he couldn’t wait to find out.
he worked as usual, trading guesses with verr as he helped ferry plates back and forth. would he fetch you new leaves in perpetuity? fetch new ones from your home nation of sumeru? find a new toy to distract you? neither of them had ever met a pari before, didn’t know what you wanted or needed to thrive, but they entertained themselves with nonsense speculation nontheless.
xiao showing up in his kitchen without warning was nothing out of the ordinary. yanxiao had learned to pick out the shift in air pressure that signaled his arrival, wiping off his hands and putting the washed vegetables aside. the flat expression on his face was also routine, but the log he held most certainly wasn’t. handcarved offerings weren’t all too uncommon in liyue, especially from an adeptus, but he had a feeling it wasn’t for rex lapis or another adepti.
the next question, of course, was what he would carve. verr suggests a wooden mimic of the leaf mask and he can’t hide the way that makes him laugh, his smile wider than usual as he greets customers.
that night, if you stood just quietly enough beneath the upper balcony and the wind blew the right way, you would hear the quiet scrape of wood and metal. and the next morning, if you were anywhere near the inn, you would likely see a bright pari weaving through the levels, eager to show off their brand new mask carved by the hero of dihua marsh himself.
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backroad-life · 6 months
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Celebrity worshipping stans on Twitter have become upset over Taylor Swift not posting on Twitter anymore due to the #SwiftiesForPalestine movement trying to hold her accountable for her silence. It has caused a lot of division within the fandom.
The celebrity worshipping stans who infantilise the 34-year old billionaire are extremely upset:
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Not an Aro-culture-is thing but I do have a question you might be able to answer? Is there an aromantic/asexual term for this: AroAce but if I wasn’t I would be gay? It might just be homoplatonic or homoaesthetic but idk if there was a term for it that relates to being AroAce. Thanks! <3
possibly you might vibe with oriented aroace labels, like gay aroace? i'll put this out there for other folks to consider as well, but I feel like oriented terminology sounds the most applicable from my POV.
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sunshades · 2 months
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Obviously a complicated subject to navigate but the theme of "a person's worth" in the canto is a very interesting adaptation of the book and I'm enjoying it very much.
Heathcliff's attitude towards and understanding of his own upbringing shapes how he acts with the second generation- it's a sort of experiment for him, as he sometimes likes describing it in scientific terms. Talking about the boys with Nelly he draws this distinction between Hareton and lil Linton, that Hareton is an incredibly smart child and very aware of his own situation and degradation- especially as he meets other people his age, namely the younger Cathy, for whom he quickly develops feelings for, and love becomes yet another thing he cannot be allowed to participate in.
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While in game it's someone else who ends up saying these lines, what they're actually referring to + what they represent in the book is actually shown through Hindley, the degradation, relegation to servant and denial of education as well as the condemnation that to Hindley is the most cruel and most important: losing the worth "necessary" to be loved.
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In the end book!Hindley's efforts go through in making Heathcliff a horrible person just like him, though neither his nor game!Hindley's plan ever manages to actually deprive Heathcliff of his sister's love (though they certainly work in making him believe that!), but book!Hindley's plans are further defied by Heathcliff becoming rich and educated, and book!Heathcliff's plans go off the rails even further as Hareton is not only smart, but also manages to become a legitimately good person- which is where I think it's very clear how game!Hindley is inspired by Heathcliff's book self. This line describes game!Hindley's behavior towards Heathcliff and Catherine just as much as it describes book!Heathcliff's towards Hareton and young Cathy.
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But in the end the point is there's this awareness of being hurting and turning a person into something they're not, something worse.
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I think it's also very important to note those first rate qualities he talks about are very heavily referencing Hareton's ability to learn. While Heathcliff doesn't talk about this when referring to himself by this point it's obvious his own learning abilities are something he's quite proud of, all through the book he's adapting and changing to what he's faced with (from his first appearance as a child, where he doesn't even speak the same language as the family, but learns soon after, to his final plan for his own burial) and by comparing himself to Hareton he's recognizing those same qualities in him. And I feel like with what we've seen of game!Heathcliff ever since the first chapter, and what we see of him in the different identities and mirror worlds, this is gonna be quite important in part 3- all the abuse has never deprived him of his ability to improve, to learn new things, to trust in new people, just as it's never deprived him of the love he no longer feels worthy of. So! Hope we'll get to see you realize that soon, Heathcliff!!!
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hello good morning happy thumb in his mouth tuesday (a day i just made up for matthias's slutty little whims)
#river dipping#theodore doe#matthias evanoff#echthroi#a burning house to live in#ts4#blender#now i just have to make a pose where theo's thumb is in matthias's mouth so everything goes full circle#you already know matthias is gonna be on his knees for it 😌#but anyway i finished making that first pose last night while recording a little video showing nene how i make poses#and then when i woke up i jumped back into blender to make another version of the pose but like. hornier.#i love making poses rn like i'm in blender so often these days... honestly i'm in blender more than i'm in the sims lmao#there's one i started working on like two days ago that is so... i wish i could share it on here but cock and balls are out in it </3#placing so many curses on tumblr hq#...........i did make a pillowfort account tho so :)#i'll post the wip of it onto there when i get further along bc the pose is kind of messy atm. still trying to figure out the anatomy 😁🔫#i actually made a pillowfort yesterday just to post an old screenshot from the casual oc save that i found again and had a good laugh at#i've been messing around on there and i really like how you can set posts to being just for logged in users / followers / mutuals#and there's an 18+ label you can slap onto your posts too#like it's great!!! tumblr sucks so bad why don't we have those options on here... seriously#ALSO you can turn off reblogs on pillowfort any time you want and you can set it so that it DELETES ANYONE ELSE'S REBLOGS OF THE POST!!!#WHY is that not an option on this website like i hate it hereeeeeeeeee#but anyway pillowfort also seems to not have that many people on it so like. that's literally perfect for me and my avpd#i'll probably end up posting on there a lot#...... oh and#nsft#?? just in case i mean matthias does in fact have a handful in that second pose there so. for the blacklists ☝️
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