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sincerelylaurel · 2 years

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50 fancy words to expand your vocabulary (pt 2)

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source: https://www.vocabulary.com/lists/258109

okay before you read please note a few things! firstly; i am not a dictionary! some words have multiple definitions or really long ones so giving a detailed definition for each word would mean i’d have to use a whole slide for one word. i suggest googling each word before using it! second; everyone’s vocabulary size is different! if you know all these words, good for you. don’t whine about it in the comments <3 if you don’t know any, yay new opportunity to learn! either one is okay and please don’t get upset over it. thank you :)

acrimony: a rough and bitter manner

avant-garde: radically new or original

bona fide: not counterfeit or copied

bonhomie: a disposition to be friendly and approachable

boondoggle: work of little or no value done merely to look busy

bourgeois: being of the property-owning class

bravado: a swaggering show of courage

brogue: a thick and heavy shoe

brusque: rudely abrupt or blunt in speech or manner

cacophony: loud confusing disagreeable sounds

camaraderie: the quality of affording easy familiarity and sociability

capricious: determined by chance or impulse rather than by necessity

carte blanche: complete freedom or authority to act

caustic: capable of destroying or eating away by chemical action

charisma: personal attractiveness that enables you to influence others

cloying: overly sweet

convivial: friendly

cornucopia: an endless supply

defenestrate: to throw out the window

dichotomy: a classification into two opposed parts or subclasses

dilettante: an amateur engaging in an activity without serious intention

disheveled: in disarray; extremely disorderly

elan: enthusiastic and assured vigor and liveliness

ephemeral: lasting a very short time

epitome: a standard or typical example

equanimity: steadiness of mind under stress

equivocate: be deliberately ambiguous or unclear

ersatz: artificial and inferior

esoteric: understandable only by an enlightened inner circle

euphemism: an inoffensive expression substituted for an offensive one

facetious: cleverly amusing in tone

fait accompli: an irreversible accomplishment

fastidious: giving careful attention to detail

faux pas: a socially awkward or tactless act

fiasco: a complete failure or collapse

finagle: achieve something by means of trickery or devious methods

glib: artfully persuasive in speech

gregarious: temperamentally seeking and enjoying the company of others

gossamer: a fine, filmy cobweb seen on grass or bushes or floating in calm weather

harbinger: something indicating the approach of something or someone

hedonist: someone motivated by desires for sensual pleasures

heresy: a belief that rejects the orthodox tenets of a religion

hooligan: a ruffian or hoodlum

idiosyncratic: peculiar to the individual

idyllic: charmingly simple and serene

indelicate: slightly indecent, offensive, or improper

infinitesimal: immeasurably small

insidious: working or spreading in a hidden and usually injurious way

junket: dessert made of sweetened milk coagulated with rennet

kismet: destiny

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popsicle-rat · 11 months

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History of Photography Timeline

The invention of coloured film is probably something that's definitely impacted me greatly in my life. The use of colour in photography is something that's very important to me. I think lots of things were made possible with the invention of coloured film and it helped us gain new perspectives and brought images to life. Colour film is also just a lot cheaper and easier to find in general.

The creation of strobe photography is something that I found really cool. Images look a lot more alive and just cool in general and so I can say for sure that it's one thing that impresses me the most.

I won't sit here and lie about random inventions that I find from a simple google search. I'm going to be honest when I say I barely know any effects or inventions outside what I read on the slides. But, I will say an invention that is important to me is the creation of cameras in general. The camera has evolved and improved greatly over time to the point we even have them in our phones. It wasn't that long ago where they had those giant boxes you had to set up and do a bunch of other stuff to get these photos. I am grateful that the camera exists because without it we would have lots of memories lost in time. Memories we create can be captured in one simple image and we don't have to rely on our own minds to remember the little details when we have photos to capture that. Digital photos is also something that I find awesome. Over time, stuff fades and you lose a lot of what it used to be. But with digital images, it stays basically the same. It might lose quality but it can always be enhanced and put back to it's old glory. Photography and its link to memories is something very dear to me. With photos from the past I can relive happy memories.

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idesofrevolution · 2 years

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In the Hands of the Sculptor

Stepping out of the Uber, you let the hot, humid air breeze across your face for the first time. Pulling out your french dictionary, you hoped that someone in Marseille would be able to speak your language, but you weren't holding your breath. It was your first time outside of your home, outside of your little bubble of cultural comfort, and it was exciting. You had a few goals for this little excursion: one, embrace yourself in the gay culture. Two, find a summer boyfriend. Three, have your beach body ready. That third goal, however was a little delayed. But sitting there, letting the hot sun and the cool ocean air, the sounds of crashing waves, honking horns, music and chattering... You knew immediately you'd be in town for a while.

The issue was finding a local guide to help him navigate this brave new culture. After all, you were far out of your element. Pulling out your phone, you start to google local hostels to crash at for the night until you catch someone peering at you from down the promenade. Shirtless, sunkissed, his gorgeous tanned muscles glistened in the hot sun, his big masculine feet sliding his longboard back and forth, and those deep brown eyes glancing at you made your heart flutter. You turn back to your phone, thinking to yourself in rising anxiety that he'd caught you checking him out. Just look busy fiddling with your phone, maybe you were just staring at the beautiful beach. Though, the sound of a rolling skateboard and skidding of shoe on pavement shattered that fantasy.

"Vous n'êtes pas d'ici, n'est-ce pas?" His silky tenor voice had a laid back melodic quality that instantly put you at ease, though you had no clue what he was saying. Panicking, you start to flip through your french dictionary, as he chuckles at your demeanor. Smiling, he puts his hand on the book. "I can speak your language. My name is Beau." His heavy accent was difficult to understand, but you understood the gist of what he was saying. You introduced yourself and expressed that you were trying to find a good hostel to spend the night at. Beau laughed again, this time a bit more pointed. "It is summertime in Marseille... I wish you the luck, my friend. I don't think there are many places to stay."

You sigh, in the back of your mind you knew that perhaps reservations were a good idea before travelling. But the excitement of backpacking in the south of France was too overwhelming, and all sense of planning and organization was tossed out the window. You wanted to be as spontaneous as possible, but now here you were with no lodging, no mastery of the language, and no knowledge of the area.

"If you would like, I have a couch in my studio you can stay on? It's a mess, I was working earlier and left a mess all over, but you can stay if you need to." Looking down at your phone, he was right. No vacancies at any of the local hostels- you truly didn't have much choice. You agree and Beau smiles, slapping you jovially on your back. "Bien-sûr. Allons-y. We can go now." He takes your backpack, tossing it over his shoulder as he rolls away, forcing you to hasten the pace to keep up with him on his longboard.

The distance was farther than you anticipated, though strolling along Beau's glistening body in the summer heat, his strong musk gently trailing behind him, it wasn't so bad. You arrived after perhaps an hour of walking and rolling, pulling up to an run down building in the old town of Marseille. He pushed open the door, letting you in. The two of you ascend the stairs in silence, marching four stories up to the attic apartment. Each footfall from Beaus massive feet made the stairs shudder, though whether it was the dubious maintenance of the stairs of his sheer mass, you couldn't tell. Arriving on the fourth floor landing, he opens the front door to the studio.

The apartment was a sprawling open space, bright and airy, with four open doors leading to the balcony, their curtains fluttering aimlessly in the wind. Beau was correct, however, in stating the place was a wreck. Dirty clothes were strewn everywhere, art supplies were haphazardly tossed from one side of the space to the next, even a clearly very heavily used, still dripping fleshlight sitting on the very couch you were to sleep on that evening. You knew the French were sexually open, but you weren't quite expecting him to be that open. You weren't lying to yourself, you lusted over this beautiful specimen, as he tossed your backpack onto the couch and threw his hands triumphantly in the air.

"Et bien! Welcome home. I'm sorry I didn't have time to clean, I have been so busy with sculpting and it has been so chaud, ma fois I was sweating all over the place I could barely think." Putting that comment to the side, you distract yourself from staring at his glistening abs and strong legs. You sit on the couch, gingerly pushing the dripping fleshlight to the side.

"Oh you sculpt? What do you sculpt?" Immediately, Beau's face lit up. He smiled a genuine grin and eagerly plopped down next to you on the couch, propping up his huge feet on the table.

"Men. I love the male form. It is so... qu'est que c'est le mot pour ça... Beautiful." You smile earnestly, listening to him talk so passionately about his art, and how every ounce of a man from his body to his scent to his mind fills him with passion. He pauses, and his glance changes to one of intrigue. His brows lower, his eyes peering deep into yours. "When I saw you, I was inspiré." You blush and look down, not before taking a guilty glance at his massive feet propped on the table, teasing you from afar. "May I sculpt you?"

Your head darts back with attention to him, floored that he would be even moderately interested in sculpting someone like you. You intend to nod, but your trailing gaze betrays your primary interest as you admire this statuesque adonis. Your eyes move from his plump lips, to his meaty pecs, to his cobblestone abs, to the growing tent in his damp shorts... all the while letting his irresistible musky scent mesmerize you.

"Ah I see. You like?" He smiles as he raises his arms, flexing his bulging biceps, veins popping from the sheer strength of his muscle. Your heart melts as he winks at you and takes a deep whiff of his sweaty pit, sighing in complete satisfaction. He was incredible, so intensely beautiful, sensual... Unlike anyone you've ever known. Smiling, he brings his face close to yours, letting his minty breath cool your red face. "All you have to say is yes."

In a lusty musk drunk stupor, you nod, and he smiles as he guides your face into his dank pit. You inhale his sharp, salty musk as if it were the very air you breathe, huffing maniacally before calmly taking it in. Your tongue brushes over the bristly hairs, lapping up every single beadlet of his savory sweat. He retrieves you from his pit, your face ripe with his scent, and pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss. He kicks off his thrashed, well loved shoes, allowing the wet, heavy smell of his feet having skated all day in the summer heat of Marseille. He pulls his damp shorts and underwear down, tossing them aside, letting his slim, uncut 9 inch cock slap against your leg. You peer down at his musty member, the radiating heat from it warming your thigh. Smiling, he stands up, his semi hard dick and sagging balls mere inches from your face. He gently caresses the back of your head, with an intense look in his eye.

"May I sculpt you?" He asks one final time, and in a breathless huff, completely enveloped in the moment you affirm with a gentle yes.

He flashes his pearly whites with a hearty grin before he places his ripe feet against your face. You take it in: heavy, wet, salty, sweet, sharp, reminiscent of the best blue cheese. You open your mouth to suckle on his toes, your mouth stretching a bit more than expected to accommodate his wide size 15s, but the flavorful taste of his feet were simply too delectable to pass up. He moans in pleasure, bringing his second foot to your lips. You feel your jaw stretch downward as his right foot plunges into your mouth, contorting your face like a silicone mask. You feel his feet push down your throat, your neck bulging and creaking as the outline of his huge feet slide further and further into you.

Grabbing the edges of your mouth between his calloused fingers, he stretches your mouth wide, thrusting his legs even deeper into you. The sensation of his wide, slick feet creeping down your thighs and calves was a strange mixture of fullness and warmth until his toes pushed into your own. As if pulling on a pair of socks, he grabs your ankle, stretching your foot wider and tighter over his until his heel slips into place with a loud snap. Beau wriggles your toes playfully, feeling his musky sweat start to drip from your soles. Standing on his (your) feet, he tugs firmly on your waist, pulling your legs up his, your skin stretching and squelching until they're bulging with his firm, lean muscle.

His breath labored, you watch as his musty dick slips past your lips, down your throat and press against your midsection. It starts to slide and press against the base of your cock, until he thrusts his cock into yours. Stretching longer and wider until all 9 inches are suctioned into your cock, his pendulous balls dropping like bowling balls into yours. He sighs in relief as he pulls the rest of you up his abs and pecs, sliding his arms tightly against his side, while your skin slides upwards, swallowing his broad shoulders in a loud gurgle.

Maneuvering his thick arms within you, you feel his wide, meaty mitts thrust into your arms, his fingers bulging outward under your skin, ending up filling your hands with his gruff, calloused palms. He flexed your thick, juicy biceps and ran your hands over your rippled abs, every sensation more sensitive and poignant than you've ever experienced. Finally gripping your lips one last time, he pulls your face over his, pressing down the skin and sealing him within you.

With an energetic pep in his step, he sauntered over to a podium, standing in front of a floor length mirror. Through your eyes you could see what he'd done to you. You were easily 6'7, same height as Beau, with the very same lean, glistening musculature which had graced his body. You see him smile with your face, and his silky voice poured from your lips.

"Et maintenant, à sculpter." With that, he brought your calloused fingers to your face and began to pinch, pull, and work your features. He widened your nose, pulled your eyebrows lower and pressed your jaw wider and sharper. Smiling, he rubbed your teeth with his thumb until they were a pearly white, and beautifully aligned. Happy with the results, he opened a small cabinet to the side, pulling out a puck of pomade. He scooped out a dollop of the black sludge between his fingers and began to run his hands through your hair, making thick, sweaty black waves of long healthy hair, rubbing the excess off on your jawline for a pristine five o clock shadow.

"Parfait. Eh bien, peut-être…" He shuffled through the drawer, pulling out a sharp black pen. He sat down on the podium, crossing his legs, and began to draw simple, yet beautiful tattoos on your arms, neck, groin, and feet. Finally, from a small box atop the table, Beau picked up a gold piercing, stretching your tongue out of your mouth and pressing it into place with no resistance. You could feel Beau purring with glee inside you as he finalized every last inch of you, until he'd sculpted an absolute masterpiece.

Beau beamed from ear to ear, hopping off the podium to his dank shorts, wet socks, and ripe shoes. Happily putting each item on, with them fitting absolutely flawlessly.

For the next week, Beau wore you non-stop. He carried on with his everyday life, skating from place to place, running errands, painting, lifting weights, jacking off in his favorite fleshlight... and as time passed you became more and more accustomed to this laid back lifestyle- the epitome of la vie boheme. You began to think your every thought in French, embracing the tranquil days on the beach, your addictive parfum de corps au naturale, the polyamorous barrage of men who either wanted that tight hole of yours, or the musty cock. Life was a breeze, and by the end of the seven days, Beau had no more to teach you, and stripped out of your body, dripping in his fragrant sweat.

Slowly, you felt your senses return. You brought your calloused hands to your smooth pecs, pinching your sensitive nipples. He'd truly given you a body and a life only a visionary artist like Beau could provide. Sauntering over to you with a cup of coffee, Beau chuckled.

"Alors qu'est-ce que tu en penses? Aimez-vous la pièce finie? So what do you think? How do you like the finished piece?" Filled with romantic passion and love for your sculptor, you pulled him onto your lap, still wearing his ripe clothes.

"Tu sais que j'aime ça. Je ne peux pas te remercier assez, mon amour. You know I love it. I can't thank you enough for this, my love." He kisses your neck, being sure to take a very deep breath of your own musky pits before passionately kissing you. "Et aussi, je m'appelle Pierre. And also, my name is Pierre." No longer whoever you once were, you were proud to be a kiffeur artiste français with your deepest loving partner Beau. No matter what sidepiece himbo found their way into your bed, you were in love.

#male possession #male bodysuit #bodysuit #male transformation #male tf #jockification #musky #musk #love #gay transformation #gay possession #french #bohemian #original #skater #artist

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levmada · 2 years

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i’m not sure if i can do more than one character so i’ll stick with levi ackerman. 🥺 however suddenly i cannot remember who, where, why, or what i am . this came out pretty long, sorry!! heheh

i like black, grey, blue (any shade, just not super bright or neon).

my favorite things to eat… pizza, egg fried rice, tacos, chocolate mousse cake, ramen, cotton candy ice cream, waffles with chocolate cream cheese, stir fry, lots of chocolate.... (aaaa sorry its not in order of anything XD)

my favorite time of day is evening/night. more during the sunset because it’s very relaxing cloud gazing and watching the stars come out.

my mtbi is isfj. my enneagram is type 6. (no idea if i’m saying this one right. i never knew this was a thing :o) my love language is mainly acts of service, quality time and giving gifts.

i love that i am a stubborn brat, literally xD. i don’t give up on anything easily, persistent, and i usually stick to my word (i promised my mum i wouldn’t have panda express after she had food poisoning from there. its been 8-9 years now :3 not really crazy but my family really likes eating a lot). i also love that once i put my mind toward something, no matter how long it will take, i'll get it done. i like that i can turn a basic google slides into something aesthetic, or almost anything digital into something nice (i lack artistic ability on paper though.. sigh). i like that people usually trust me with their secrets or rants because i do not tell anyone ever except for my cat.

i have way too many different genres that i listen to so i’ll try to put some: no fun, always forever, jealous, pretty cvnt (its gets loud if you plan on listening to it:s), omomo punk, 千本桜, everybody wants to rule the world

my favorite artists are: joji, eyedress, tame impala, crystal castles, the drums, datfootdive, idealism and nohidea (i bolded my top 3)

i dont have a lot of favorite books but my favorite mangas are: noragami, monthly girls: nozaki kun, aot, tokyo ghoul

i dont watch movies often, but i have seen more shows (mostly anime, rip): ajin demi-human, manifest, the way of the househusband, all of us are dead, saiki k, death note, hyouka, dont toy with me miss nagatoro

hopefully i did this right and that you’re able to click the links!!! it goes to spotify. and congrats again for 500 followers!!!! <3 <3

hHI SUKI!! thank you for submitting for my event !! making these was a ton of fun. also, i appreciate sm you being so specific - it helped a lot :) and i hope you like this. i made sure to do Armin too 🥰

oh! and your music taste rocks btw🥲

𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚒 𝙰𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗

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I may have overthought (overthink-ed?) song choice a lot, but considering the music you like (which - those songs u linked, i listened to all of them and saved 'everybody wants to rule the world'. i love pretty cvnt and jealous lol) ... i decided on:

Lovers Rock by TV girl

Very chill, a little electronic - it's a super romantic-sounding song, but it also comes across as pretty shy, which i think fits Levi perfectly + by the vibes you give off. i think it fits v well.

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𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩.

𝘚𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵.

–𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘴

Atticus is an anonymous Canadian poet - this excerpt very fitting for Levi.

⭐︎Aesthetic Board⭐︎

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚝

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To Binge by Gorillaz

one of my favorite songs by Gorillaz .. has a simple melody, but in a whimisical way i feel really matches armin. in my mind he's such a hopeless romantic.

and tbh? if u don't listen to Gorllaz already i highly recommend, especially since you like Joji !

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For the most part, Stephen King is no good for romance (obviously) but i read one of his novels a few months ago with an awesome romance (sub)plot and :((

“𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸; 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.”

–𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨, 11/22/63

⭐︎Aesthetic Board⭐︎

i loved how this one turned out - i hope u like it lol. thank u for submitting suki, was lots of fun❣️

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝟝𝟘𝟘 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤!

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caroline18mars · 5 years

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 48

Crowded restaurant, crowded club, too many smartphones about with a lot of cameras, so you ask for a vip area but what do you do when practically everyone in the club is in that VIP-area? Val, no stay away from me, we're being recognized already, or at least I am. “Val..come on, don't” he protested as she tried to put her arm around his waist and push herself up to him, as if to say, this one is all mine, we're an item, “don't what?” she flapped her eyelashes at him all innocently. “We're not an item anymore, Val, there's too many cameras about and I don't want to get into trouble with Harper, and neither do I want to have to explain things that might upset her because she might get the wrong idea” he took a step back to put enough distance between them. “Harper? Cool name” she deviously smiled at him, sipping her cocktail, “I'm serious Val, I think Harper is the one, I don't want to risk losing her over some stupid misunderstanding, so if you're looking to cause trouble, then it isn't going to work, ok? I appreciate you as a friend, I do, but you and I..nothing's ever gonna happen between us again, I just want to make that clear”. Val just shrugged to his statement “yeah yeah fuddy duddy, can we go dance now? Besides from what I saw on your Insta, she's too busy painting to make ends meet anyway, so she's not all that selfmade woman as she claims to be, she did need a little shoutout from sugardaddy to get some kind of career started, didn't she?” her sarcastic laughter bellowed loud over the music, making heads turn. “That's not..” he protested but she just spun on her heels, “Val?!..” he tried getting her attention but she ignored his plea, grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to the dancefloor.

A light knock on the door pulled her out of her concentration, no first this one piece of shade before he will just start babbling again, another impatient knock “hold on Sean, I'll be right there” she yelled in the direction of the door, what did he want now? Oh fuck this, she dropped the brush with a sigh and jumped off the scaffolding to open the door. God, she was getting sexier by the day, it took him every ounce of willpower to stay calm “hey, just thought I'd drop by and tell you the news” he smiled under her awkward, disturbed stare and brushed past her, not waiting for her to invite him. “Come right in” she snapped “what news?” she followed him into the kitchen where he was already raiding her fridge in search for a beer, it wasn't even noon yet, “Shannon called..” he smirked as he put the bottle to his mouth, “oh..” was all she could mutter as she started washing the paint from her hands. “Yep, apparantly they're in dire need of extra crew..so he asked me to join again” he sat down, “oh” she said again, she was a little shocked..and happy that he wouldn't be around to bother her anymore, but on the other hand she'd be alone in NY again and if and when she decided to fly back to Jared, her nemesis would be there too, she just couldn't win. “You clearly accepted, so when are you leaving?” drying her hands she avoided his stare, “tonight” he took another swig from his beer, “are you gonna say something other than just 'oh', come on, 'fess up, something is clearly bothering you”, ugh was that ugly smirk on his face really necessary?. “There's nothing bothering me, except for the fact that I was in the middle of something, so if there's nothing else..” she avoided his stare. “It's nearly noon, I'm hungry and so are you, I know because you're cranky, so why don't we go out for some lunch? We'll talk some more, and it'll give us some quality us-time before I leave again” his arm wrapped around her waist, wowww, wait a minute, don't you touch me, not after everything you've done and said. “Sorry, no can do, my muse is calling” she lied, it had stopped calling an hour ago, she just didn't want to go out with him, being forced to listen to his ranting about himself..it just threw her stomach in knots, she'd rather go out and have some lunch by herself and collect her thoughts. “Oh..” yes oh, now get out of my flat, you prick, “shame..ok, well I'll leave you to it then” he put his bottle down “am I still gonna see you before I leave tonight?” he was on the verge of pouting, “I'll call you, alright?” will you just go now?. Finally he followed her as she escorted him to the door, “Harp..” he tried again, clearly feeling uncomfortable, oh good, “why don't you come? I bet Jared is missing you already given the way he's behaving already, he's been acting like a frikking lunatic”. The mention of her lover's name made her head shoot up “huh? What do you mean?” don't listen to him, he's only trying to get under your skin with his bullshit, “uhmm..no, nothing, forget I said anything..” goddammit..no, don't fall for it, ignore him, “ok..well, have a safe flight..I'll see you when I see you” she flashed him an insecure smile, “I'll say hello to Jared” just GET OUT! “ok you do that! Bye Sean”, the slamming door nearly hit him on the ass, why was she so angry all of a sudden? Just because he told her the truth about that nitwit that was her boyfriend, pfff, whatever, I'll see you soon enough.

And there you had it, trouble caught on a couple of nosy cameras, he could already see the headlines and tweets, it was only a matter of seconds, he pulled out of her embrace that felt like a bodylock and stomped off, “Wait! Jared, come on, where are you going?” Val hopped after him, giggling and pushing herself a way through the crowd, “I'm not gonna do this here” he snarked when she grabbed his elbow and jumped in front of him, “do what? What is the problem, we were just dancing” that godawful grin of hers, she just refused to take anything seriously. “No we weren't, wait no, you weren't planning on just dancing, you had this planned all along, didn't you? You knew what you were doing and you knew there were gonna be cameras about, private club? my foot!” he hissed, no, don't give her the satisfaction, just stay calm and get out of here. Outside the club the rain was pouring down mercilessly, where was that car on stand-by when you needed it? No cab? Fine, he would just walk then, he needed to cool down anyway! Walking down the street his heart hammered, he was so sick of being around all those people who loved causing drama, this was supposed to be an innocent night out, some alcohol, some dancing moves that needed to be tested, catching up with old friends and all of a sudden she'd turned it into some kind of sleazy freakshow with groping and grinding, performing her own little porn video in front of eager cameras. Harper baby, I miss you, sure I want to be the understanding boyfriend of a multitalented artist who needs time to herself, but I don't know if I can for much longer, I don't even want to think this but I hope the inspiration dries up a bit, so you can finally come over, god now I really sound like the egotistical jerk/boyfriend. He should call her, that video is gonna be all over social media and what if she sees it..a limo splashed through the driving rain and lowered speed next to him “yo, Cinderella, why don't you get in the car?” the window lowered and the head of his drunk brother appeared. He stopped walking and tried to see who else was in the car, there was Stevie..oh fuck it, a warm and dry car sounded like music to his ears now, so he hopped in, “Val's looking for you” his brother had to suppress a giggle, “just shut up Shannon” he snapped as he pulled off his jacket, soaking the leather seat next to him. “You're the one who said it would be fun having her around” Shannon shrugged, “guess I forgot how much trouble she is, I want her off this tour” his little brother pulled his long hair up into a wet, messy bun. “I thought you loved trouble, looks like Harper's got you on a tight leash already” Shannon raised his eyebrows, he wasn't particularly fond of proverbial leashes, not on himself and not on his little brother. “Not that it's any of your business but I'm not on anyone's leash, alright? Harper's my girl and Val still thinks she is, I won't let her destroy what Harper Coco and I have, nope! So you got her on this tour, you can get her out of it as well, is that understood?”.

Should he send her an e-mail? A text maybe, that was a lot quicker in putting her and his mind at ease that everything was ok, and that she probably would never see the pics of him and Val, right a text it was. On the other side of the ocean, Harper pushed the last asparagus around the plate, she was feeling the fatigue of being cooped up all day inside the loft, and from being in the same position too long, it was good to be out and even better being without Sean, a bleep interrupted her thoughts. 'Wish you were here, I miss you so bad..<3' aw Jay, you hopeless romantic, 'I miss you too, but the question is: what are you doing up so late, I know for a fact that it's the middle of the night there right now' she put the phone down and then quickly picked it up again to google the time difference, see? 5 AM..no time for Jay to be up yet. 'We all went to this club and I just got back, a lot of drinks and people who like to pretend they're 'with the band', but all I really want is to be with YOU!', aha parties parties parties, it was moments like these that she actually realized that the man who she was dating was famous, and it never ceased to be weird..and fun, but the drama that surrounded him she could do without, and there was drama, she could read it in the text. Sean's words hammered through her head, he was acting like a lunatic he'd said, uh enough with the texting, the only way to find out if something happened was to call him, she could always hear it if he was upset or angry. His phone rang just as he was sliding into bed, “You ok? Did something happen? I'm a bit worried” her voice danced in his ear, and his entire body instantly reacted, “oh babe, I'm so glad you called, you don't have to worry..how's things back there? I'm just trying my very best not to miss you too much, or I would get on a plane back to the States right now” he pinched the bridge of his nose, if she knew what happened back in the club. “So..did Sean arrive safely?” he could hear her swallow hard, “huh? Sean?” what? Where?, “Yeah Sean, you know, you invited him back on tour..I just don't understand ..”, her voice was so hard all of a sudden. “I honestly don't know anything about that..maybe Shannon asked him..” he heard the fast beeps of a second call coming in, whoever it was it would just have to wait, his girl always had priority. “Oh..” was all she said, he wasn't gonna let this conversation turn in to a a flaming row, “babe, I honestly don't know anything about it, I'll talk to Shannon in the morning, ok? Let's not talk about Sean right now, let's talk about us, how about that mail you sent where you were being just a little bit horny” he tried to change the subject and gladly, phonesex was not the real thing, but right now it was better than no sex at all, missing her this much was simply unbearable. “Well played, Leto!” she giggled a little and it was music to his ears “but I'm too tired, I just want to go to bed and sleeeeeppp, been a long day, just tell me everything is ok over there and you're fighting every temptation that I'm sure is surrounding you there” her voice rolled calm and sweet in his ears. “Everything is ok” no hesitation, you have to sound convinced and put her mind at ease “I don't have to fight, because there is no temptation, and if there was, all you have to remember is that I chose you..in a hundred..a thousand lives I will always choose you, I love you Harper Coco and there's nothing you can do about that”. A tear trickled down her cheek and she let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding “I love you too, so much..I'll be with you before you know it” she smiled through her tears “Dream about me when you go to sleep, I'll do exactly the same”. Jared closed his eyes “Promise, talk to you in a couple of hours? Call me when you wake up? Goodnight gorgeous..” they both whispered their goodbyes until the inevitable dry click of a disconnected call followed. He put the phone back on the nightstand, rolled on his side and turned off the light, what he didn't hear was the door opening and someone tiptoeing into the room, he was just too tired and he was already sinking into a deep sleep when he was rudely awakened by a body sliding into bed with him, a hand snaking around his chest, a warm breath against his ear “you can't escape me now”.

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hey if u don't mind me asking how do u do the mind palace thing? also hope you're having a good day!

Of course!! I’m definitely not an expert, we really only had ten minutes with her but I’ll tell you how I understood it/got taught it. There are probably sources online that teach you really well though!!

So this is what we were presented with in my lecture (I apologise for the poor quality, my zoom is only so good haha). So it started off just with picturing a room you know really well like the slide says. The green text is examples.

I also pictured my bedroom because when do I ever leave my bed,, I pictured it very much from the view of me sitting on my bed, I know I have a chest of drawers to my left, a bedside unit to my left, bookshelves at the opposite side of the room, a desk on the opposite side to the right. I have lots of little things crowding my room but the main thing was I pictured the bigger objects in my room first. The smaller things filtered in as I focused on areas, but it wasn’t too important.

Then we were given a list of words like Walt Disney, Journey, Pocahontas, June 23rd 1995, culture collision, new worlds, etc. She told us to associate something with each word(s), like with Walt Disney your mind tends to go towards the Mickey Mouse ears, you know and put it in the room.

What she stressed was your mind WILL drift towards one image and you should stick with what you think of first, even if maybe you can’t connect it logically like maybe you get the word death and connect it with sunscreen-dude, whatever works for you. Somewhere in your brain, you associate those things automatically, I guess. Altering the image just makes it harder on yourself to remember it later, as I discovered in the smallest way. If you imagine something weird like a yoda kissing a gremlin dude, you’re NOT going to forget that, that’s probably good in this situation. No one else has to know what you’re picturing so, no worries about weird things.

So, right. I start with ‘journey’ and my mind conjures up a big red racing car but like, logically, how could I fit that in my room. Making it into a red racing car toy that was pretty small was just the next jump in my mind. My brain went straight to putting it on top of my chest of drawers because I knew I had some space to one side on top. But it isn’t much space and you know, cool car, wanted to be able to push it back and forth so I forcibly changed it to put it on top of one of my low bookshelves. That’s where I realised changing things like that makes it harder-every time I recalled the room later the car was firmly on the chest of drawers sdfkjsdf it was NOT going on the bookshelf according to my brain apparently.

More straight forward examples. Pocahontas-I thought of the sort of clothes she wears in the movie and mentally took one and hung it up on a clothes hanger in my wardrobe. Then in my mind I just had to open the wardrobe and look! Pocahontas! Walt Disney-I remembered my grandpa/his wife gave me a mickey mouse ears disney whatever plastic hat when they came back from a holiday in America, and I had it at the bottom of my wardrobe. So, in this case, I already HAD something existing in my room or my mind palace that I could attach ‘Walt Disney’ to. New worlds-I imagined a globe, one of those ones you can spin around, on my desk. It’s the world and it was a whole new globe for the room so...New worlds worked with it to me.

The most interesting one was June 23rd 1995-aka the release date of Pocahontas. I have a calendar in my bedroom so I just made some changes. I flipped the calendar to June but I was a bit stuck on how to make sure I remembered the numbers. Classic, I imagined a big red circle around the ‘23′ on the calendar and at the top, beside where the month was, I pictured a 1995 because some calendars do state the year next to the month. So I had the calendar on my wall with the word June, the number 1995 and a red circle around the 23. I really didn’t think I’d remember it because I had to put more work into that one but so far so good, the red circle really stands out in my mind when I imagine it.

The worst one was ‘cultural collision’ my first image was just of my window being shattered by an explosion like, idk, collision I guess. But, it still worked even if my mind palace has a big hole in a window now sdkhjfsd.

And yeah, like the slide said, just repicture your chosen room when you want to remember something and look at the items you’ve added mentally. For me, possibly because I’m new to this, I couldn’t just close my eyes and go red racing car toy, globe, mickey mouse hat, calendar with this circled- and so on. I kind of just had an empty room except for the red racing car toy. But I mentally explored. I turned to the right-ah! Calendar! I tried opening my wardrobe-right! I put those clothes in there! I focused on my desk-there was a globe there and how could I forget, a MASSIVE hole in my window. I imagine it probably gets a bit easier the more you do it, it really only took me focusing a little on certain areas to remember what I decided to put there.

The more things you add, the harder it probably gets. And I can’t say I know exactly how to use it in exam context, although Walt Disney is a name so I kind of know names and I managed one date, I have an alarm clock in my room so if I needed numbers I could probably put them there too. I might be able to do quotes if I pictured writing in a diary or something, idk. It’s still very new to me.

I did have to put the effort in though. Sit there quietly for at least 10 seconds, properly visualising the thing in my mind, putting my full focus into that task. And with recalling I was sitting quietly again and calmly pulled the image back up. I imagine it’ll be harder with anxiety like in an exam but we’ll see.

Sorry this got long I just sdkfsdf it’s so cool I love exploring it. If you want me to clarify anything I said feel free to send another ask or however you want to communicate. I probably told you most of what I personally know though so anything else, ask google sdhfsdf. If anyone knows this better than me (probably most of you that have learnt it) feel free to add to this post or send an ask, you’ll probably help me as well.

It’s 12:18am now on Wednesday but in these 18 minutes I’ve been enjoying talking about mind palaces so I would say I am having a good day, thank you. I hope you are too!

#i really hope this makes sense #i considered leaving it for tomorrow cause i saw it 11:50 ish but I thought fresh info could be better #so I've just sat down to write this up before I went to bed #thanks for asking anon #you really just gave me an opportunity to talk too much sdkfsdf #good night!!!

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