#indi x barley
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right person (wrong time)
cillian murphy x male reader
NSFW 18+, minors dni
lovers to strangers to lovers, angst to fluff, smut
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It's been thirty years since you last saw Cillian Murphy. When you reconnect at a film premiere, it brings up more than you expected.
It’s been decades. A life lived, oceans crossed.
You see him across the room and it’s like none of them ever existed.
In an instant, you’re swept back across time and oceans to land right back in that Cork apartment watching him leave.
The thing was that it was never supposed to end like this. Or at all. The two of you had plans together - plans that spanned the rest of your lives. He was going to be a rockstar. You were going to be an actor. In the back of your head, you thought you would be young forever. You’d always considered yourself a hopeless romantic, always given over to spinning tall tales about your future, but this was different. You thought it was different.
The two of you met at 19. You see him up on stage, the lights behind him like a halo, and suddenly you’re the only person in the crowded audience when his blue eyes meet yours. It was a whirlwind. He’d never been with another man before, and neither had you, but you learned together. You can see it clear as day still - a dimmed room, bouncing between your shitty apartment and his. His hands on your body, wide blue eyes and a flush creeping up along his freckled chest.
You should have seen it start to go downhill by August, ten months in. He turns down the record deal- five whole albums. He gives you a million excuses - his brother’s still in school, it’s not enough money for the rights. You know better. You see the way he pulls his hands back from you in front of everyone else. He can’t commit to you - to music, to the lives you built together - because it means losing everything else. If you didn’t love him so much you’d hate him for it. As it is, you aren’t sure.
That September, he went back to school. Law. You call him a sellout, joking around, but there’s something hollow behind his eyes. He won’t meet your gaze when he holds you anymore. You don’t even remember what the fight was about, now, but you know it was inevitable. It’s colder than your fights usually are - there’s no passion, only your anger and helplessness against a blank stone wall. You yell that if he doesn’t want to be with you, he should just go.
You watch him slam the door behind him as he goes. You hadn’t seen him since - until now.
That December, you’d set off for America. There was nothing left for you at home. In the glitz and glamor of Hollywood, you’d built a life of your own. You met a girl in a bar, then divorced her. You bought a house, even if the roof leaked during the occasional rainstorm. You got a few parts and then found your true love in writing, working as a film critic. You weren’t a big name, but you paid the bills and had a little extra. All through it all, you’d remembered him. You saw the little tidbits in the papers as he became a rising star- first in little theater productions, and then indie movies, and then bonafide blockbusters. You’d always managed to skirt around reviewing him, although it got harder when he started rising internationally. It had killed you to not review The Wind That Shakes The Barley - you hadn’t been back to Cork in ten years, but it would always have a piece of your heart - and you’re sure you missed out on a good few paychecks refusing to review Peaky Blinders at peak virality. Still, you could never bring yourself to do it. It wouldn’t be fair, you reasoned, to judge the acting of a scorned ex-lover. Nevermind that you could have never hated him. Whether your heart skipped a beat when you saw him due to anger or love, you were biased. Of course, your game of keep-away couldn’t last forever.
Oppenheimer was a cinematic groundbreaker. Nolan had brought practical effect film biopics back to the international spotlight like never before. It was a true masterwork, one that got the world talking. Of course, that meant that it was unavoidable for you. You were invited to the LA premiere, which meant not only poring over trailers and historical biographies but looking into the backstories of the main cast. You had a little experience with a couple other major members - you’d brushed with them at other premieres you’d worked - but you’d avoided everything Cillian you possibly could for years. Now, you had to dive headfirst into all of it. The first thing you learned about him was that he had a wife. Her name had been Yvonne - he’d met her at a show in ‘96, he said. It was just a couple months after the two of you had split up. You recognized her name vaguely. She’d been an artist, the mother of his two teenage sons. She seemed kind - just the kind of girl you’d have expected him to fall for. You wondered if he had ever told her about you. The second thing you learned was that had, in his case, was past-tense. She’d passed on a couple years back. He’d never talked about it in interviews much. He wasn’t one for publicity.
It was a bog-standard premiere as far as these things went. Red carpet, flashing cameras. You weren’t a star and you didn’t intend to be one, so you laid low. It was a good movie, you got a couple decent soundbites. The afterparty was one of the nicer ones you’d been to- quiet and contemplative in a dim hotel ballroom. You hear the delicate shatter of glass on hardwood behind you suddenly, and when you turn to look, his eyes are fixed on you. Haunted. You could never decide whether you were hoping he’d have forgotten you or whether it would have broken your heart if he had. It’s clear he hasn’t forgotten you, but you can’t tell whether he wants to remember. The moment slips away soon - he brushes it off to his castmates as a slip of the hand, nothing serious really, just a moment of clumsiness.
You have your answer. You turn back to the circle you’re chatting with, down the rest of your champagne, and don’t meet his gaze the rest of the night.
It’s not until you’re leaving at the end of the night that you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn and there he is. He looks as handsome as he did the day he left, the boyish charm turning to something more distinguished. Tired, and thin, and gone greyer than you, but he’s still your Cillian from all those years ago. Something in your heart that’s been waiting for a long, long time starts to melt.
“Hi - I just wanted to say hello. You look sort of familiar, I thought I might know you.”
He’s tense, poised under a mask of perfect civility. You respond in kind.
“You might - I lived in Cork for a while. You’re from Ireland, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I grew up near Cork. I think I might have run into you back when I was doing music.”
“I think you might have. A good couple of times, actually.”
The night is cool for a Los Angeles summer. The streetlights shine gold down into the dim night. The question hangs in the air for a moment before you ask it.
“What do you remember?”
He pauses, the air still and heavy.
“I remember the north train we used to take on the weekends to the cities. I remember you wanted to be an actor. I remember you were my -” He pauses, taking a deep breath. “I remember you were my best friend.”
“Yeah. Your best friend.”
You turn away, your jaw clenched and start to walk away.
“I think I should head home. It’s late. It was nice catching up.”
You get to the bottom of the stairs before he speaks again.
“I never forgot, you know. I never forgot any of it. I couldn’t. I tried.”
He follows you down the stairs, leaving the milieu of the party behind. The two of you are standing on the sidewalk. The street is the quietest you’ve ever heard this city be.
“When I saw you tonight, it was like seeing a ghost. I had no idea you’d be here. But I knew you were in the city. I tried to find you. I… I needed to see you again.”
“Why now?”
“I…”
He takes a deep breath. You didn’t notice until now how tense he is. How frail he’s become. How quickly your youths have passed you by.
“I married a girl I met the month after I left. Her name was Yvonne. I told her everything. I loved her too much not to. She’s…”
He’s hesitant to say it. You see him twist his wedding band, still on his finger.
“She passed away. A couple years ago. She said I should find you. She thought… She thought I would need you when she was gone. I threw myself into my work, but she was right. When they told me I was going to LA for the premiere, it felt like a sign. I don’t think I ever stopped needing you.”
He reaches his hand to the halfway point between the two of you. Your hands remain at your sides.
“I always waited for you, you know that? I never loved anyone else. I met a girl in a bar twenty years ago that I could have loved for the rest of my life, and I broke her heart. You know why? Because of you. I can’t do it like this, Cillian. You know that. I can’t replace her. Maybe… maybe we need to leave the past where it is.”
You didn’t notice until now that there were tears rising to your eyes. You hate the feeling of it, willing yourself to stay stoic. Not now. You can’t cry now.
“I know you don’t mean it. If you really do - if you’ve really moved on, if you forget who we were back then, if you never want to see me again - I’ll go. I’ll go back to the party and I’ll go back to Ireland and we can pretend it never existed at all. But I don’t think you mean it.”
He grabs your hand. It still fits yours exactly.
“I’m not in the city for long. All I’m asking you for is one night.”
“And why should I give it to you? It’s been thirty years. Who says you know me at all now?”
You can’t meet his gaze. You know the second you look into his eyes again you’re done for. You never could say no to those blue eyes.
"I don't. But I want to. Please. Just give me one chance. We're old men now. What else is there left for us?"
You pull your hand out of his and you watch his face fall.
"I'm calling us an uber. You can stay at my house. Just for the night."
He nods, solemn. He puts his hands in his pockets, and the two of you stand there and wait until the headlights come around the corner, looking for all the world like strangers.
The ride home is quiet. You don't speak again until you're unlocking the door for him to come into your house.
"It’s not much. LA prices and all. But it's home."
"No, no, I like it. It's nice. Cozy."
"Always the flatterer. Sit down. I'll make you a drink."
He looks out of place sitting there on the dingy sofa in his perfect suit. You pour two glasses of whiskey and bring them over to the living room, sitting down next to him.
"So. How have you been?"
It's awkward. What do you say to the man you loved? How do you talk about the decades you spent without him?
"I've been… keeping busy. Work and all. Peaky Blinders is wrapping up, but Oppenheimer was pretty intense during filming. I didn't go home much. The house has felt too empty since… well, you know. I felt terrible for doing it, though. My sons - they're staying with my brother right now. I know they need their father, but…"
He trails off, slumping slightly in his chair.
"But I can't be the father they need right now."
He downs the glass of whiskey and sets it back down on the table.
"What about you, though? How's Hollywood?"
"It’s.. It's fine. You get used to it after a while."
"The good or the bad?"
"Both."
The two of you sit there quietly for a while. It's Cillian who breaks the silence first.
"Do you remember that apartment you had back in the day? The one with that one window that never shut right in the wintertime?"
"Yeah, the one with no wall decor or bedframe. Real bachelor pad. I loved that place. Having to move out after we ended things was sort of my last straw in terms of staying in Ireland."
"It was a comfortable bed for just being a terrible mattress though. Where did you find that thing, the dumpster?"
"Of course not, I had more dignity than that. It was on the curb."
He laughs. His laugh hasn't changed a bit.
"I have a real mattress now, though. My back's getting too old to keep on roughing it."
"With a bedframe? From a store? Hollywood has given you expensive tastes, I see."
“Yeah, living it up over here with my bed from a store. Might as well be on a yacht with blackjack and hookers, right?”
“Well, I’m sure you’ve got a deck of cards around somewhere.”
“And the hookers?”
You raise your eyebrows at him.
“Well…. I was a pretty hot commodity back in my heyday..”
He grins at you over the rim of his glass.
“A hot commodity, huh?”
“Seemed to work well enough for you.”
You grin back.
“God, you’re impossible.”
You lean over, and before you know it, your face is just inches from his, your hand on his chest. His pupils are blown wide, his hand on the small of your back.
He closes the gap between you. He tastes like cheap whiskey and expensive champagne and water when you’ve been lost in the desert. You’ve never wanted anyone more. His hand caresses your cheek softly, holding you as you pull away, and it’s tender and nostalgic in a way that makes your heart feel like it’s about to shatter into a thousand pieces.
You tangle one of your hands through his hair and lean down over him. When you slide one hand under his shirt, his breath goes shaky. You kiss along his jawline and down his neck, and he throws his head back, biting his lip.
You trace your fingers along the bulge in his pants - he whimpers, already rock-hard under your hand.
“Nobody’s touched you like this in a long time, have they?”
He shakes his head.
“It’s been… god, it’s been years. Couldn’t remember how good it felt, couldn’t even get myself off. Wasn’t enough.”
There’s a desperation in his voice, a silent pleading. You want to give him the world. You’ll settle for giving him what he needs instead.
“Come on. We’re going to the bedroom.”
You take his hand and pull him up, guiding him to your room. He sits down on the edge of your bed, and you move to stand between his legs, unbuttoning his shirt slowly.
“Let me take care of you, Cill. Just for tonight.”
You toss his shirt on the floor somewhere behind you and push him back to lie on the bed, leaning over him. He pulls you in for a kiss as you strip him down.
“What do you want?”
“Fuck me. Please. I need you inside me.”
He’s beautiful like this, the flush high on his cheekbones creeping down his chest, his eyes wide and his hair messy. Gorgeous, even. It’s enough to drive a man crazy.
“Turn over. Hands and knees.”
He scrambles to obey you, leaning on his elbows with his head resting in his hands. He’s almost impossibly hard, dripping precum onto the sheets. You grab the bottle of lube out of the bedside table and warm it in your hands, stroking his cock before you slip the first slick finger inside him.
He tenses, and you slow down. You hear him take a deep, slow breath.
“Do you need me to stop?”
“No, no, it’s alright, it’s just… it’s been a long time.”
You wait to move again until you feel him relax around you, and when you curl your finger into his prostate he groans. You take your time opening him up, watching how he shakes under your touch, listening to his pretty sounds filling the room.
“God, stop teasing and just fuck me already!”
It’s sudden, startling in a way that almost makes you laugh.
“I’m not teasing, I’m getting you ready. It’s half the fun.”
“Well, I’m ready enough. Please. I need you inside me.”
You pause for a moment, movements stilling.
“I just… I don’t want to hurt you.”
The words hang in the air. Both of you know that you’re talking about more than just this.
“You won’t. I trust you.”
You pull your fingers out of him to unzip your pants and pull your underwear down, and he whimpers for a moment before you put him on his back and lean over him, pushing his thighs up.
You slick yourself up and enter him slowly. He’s hot and tight around you. The two of you had only ever gotten this far a handful of times back then, but it still felt just as incredible as it had the very first time.
You wait until he’s adjusted to you fully before you really start to thrust into him. One of your hands holds his, propping you up beside his head. The other runs all over his body as you kiss him, one of his hands tangled in your hair. He kisses you like you’re air and he’s a drowning man. It’s better than all the times you ever dreamed of him. When you dreamt of him, you never let yourself imagine that he would love you back.
“Fuck - Cill, I’m - fuck, I’m close.”
“Me too.”
He pulls back, his hand resting on your cheek and his thumb rubbing across your lips softly.
“You’ve been so sweet to me…”
He looks at you like you hung the moon just for him. Like the two of you, here, now, are the only two people on Earth. It’s as dark as it ever gets out here, but you can still see the tenderness in his eyes in the dim glow of the streetlights and the ever-awake city through your window. Something tugging at your heartstrings tells you you’d be able to see it in complete darkness.
“Always.”
You turn your head to give his palm a kiss and something in his expression melts.
Your forehead leans against his as your movements slow to a deep grind against his sweet spot, and before long he’s moaning as he cums over his stomach. You follow suit soon after, pulling out and stroking yourself overtop of him until your release is coating his chest.
The two of you lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow.
“My back’s going to be killing me tomorrow, isn’t it?”
“Oh, absolutely. At least you weren’t bent in half like a contortionist half the time.”
“Hey, I didn’t hear you complaining.”
He laughs, soft and quiet.
“Do you want me to get you some water? I’m going to go get a washcloth or something to get you cleaned off.”
“Please. Water would be very nice.”
You kiss him on the forehead before dragging yourself out of bed to get a warm washcloth and a glass of water.
You’re back before long. Cillian grins as you walk back into the bedroom, turning on the lamp on the bedside table.
“Missed you.”
“I was gone for two minutes.”
“Still.”
There’s a melancholy in his eyes, one that you try not to think too hard about as you wipe the cum off his stomach and toss the washcloth in the laundry basket to deal with later.
You climb back into bed with him as he takes a sip of water. The two of you don’t speak. You don’t need to. Before long, he turns the lamp back off, and the two of you fall asleep holding each other in the soft summer night.
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What food was served to the sick aboard a Ship ?
This decision about what a sick person was allowed to eat was made by the surgeon. He determined whether the man was put on a full (pieces of meat were included in the meal wich included soft bread, pudding and soup)), half (soft bread, pudding and soup) or low diet (just soup). And in consultation with the purser, he gave the man his ration according to the instructions. The Surgeon also discussed with the Captain whether it was necessary to kill an animal for additional meat or whether the sick man was given wine while the rest of the crew was given beer or grog at the time.
Sickbay aboard USS Constitution, by Stephen Biesty (x)
In principle, however, the sick received their food with little or no salt. In addition, a sowins or flummery was cooked, which was a kind of very thin oat porridge. The flummery, by the way, developed in the course of the 18th century into a very popular desert, in which the porridge was sweetened, milk and cream were added, but also madeira and fruits were also added. If she was lucky, her porridge was sweetened a little and enriched with milk.
Another big part of the diet was the portable soup and flour, which was used to make soft bread or pudding, which could also be sweetened and sultanas added, depending on the surgeon's instructions. What was also not to be missed was the daily portion of alcohol, but it could be that the patient had to do without it completely, or only light wines diluted with water, or very strong alcohol.But that also depended on the Surgeon, whether he allowed it or not.
Sickbay aboard HMS Victory (x)
One problem was that the whole thing consumed a lot of extra material, which is why the Surgeon received ready-packed Necessaries boxes from the Sick and Injured Board. These came in three sizes - half single for 25 men, single for 50 men and double for 100 men. Their contents were sufficient for three months' service. If we now assume HMS Victory with her 850 men, then the Surgeon received 8 double and one single box for 3 months. If she had now been at sea for 6 months, we would have 17 double chests. A double case of 1806 contained linen and flannel, a saucepan, a canister for tea and one for sago, 4 1/2 pounds (2.04 kg) of tea, 4 pounds (1.81 kg) of sago, 8 pounds (3.63 kg) of rice, 16 pounds (7.26 kg) of barley, 32 pounds (14.51 kg) of soft sugar and 2 ounces (57 g) of ginger powder. In the Mediterranean, barley was replaced by macaroni and in the West Indies by arrowroot. Portable soap and lemon juice were added to the list of medicines, and the sickbay was even given special equipment that included pillows, nightcaps, bedpans and spitting pots. After the Napoleonic wars and the development of cannings, tins of beef and soup were added.
Small treats were also occasionally brought into the sickbay from the officers' table to get the men back on their feet more quickly and to spoil them a little. But this was only allowed after consultation with the Surgeon.
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Tastes Like Sugar
Story alert! Hi guys, I'm back at it again. I'd like to give a special thanks to @milfprotector for helping me come up with a title, @sadgirlml for helping me with the header (you're always amazing at moodboards), and @will-on-the-internet for helping me with developing Emily's interests.
Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades. Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune. The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend. As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur. But money can't buy love, right?
Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss
Warnings: eventual smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18); very slow burn
Word Count: 1.5k
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Chapter 1 - Seeking Arrangements
My keys clattered on the counter, ringing out in the silence of my shabby, shared apartment. I let my bag fall off my shoulder, books thudding against the floor. Today sucked. Not only did my professor keep me late to work on my recital piece, I was exhausted from waiting on tables all evening. It seemed each table was more demanding than the last. I hadn't eaten dinner, and I just wanted to shower and go to bed. I quickly popped some leftovers in the microwave and sat down to check my email.
An email from the Bursar's Office caught my attention. I clicked it immediately and my stomach plummeted to the floor. "BALANCE DUE: $3,272.18" How was this possible?? It was the middle of the semester, and my scholarships had already been applied. I scrolled down for an explanation. The email said I had been awarded a new scholarship; my loans were, apparently, reduced because my scholarship exceeded the cost of tuition. I grabbed my computer out of my bag and logged into my financial aid portal. How was it possible that being awarded a scholarship would cost me money? Could I send it back?
After such a horrible day, this was the last straw. I was busting my ass to make ends meet and was struggling to keep up with my courses. In addition to my general requirements, I had HOURS of practice every day for my music degree. And then I had to work on top of that. I felt like I was drowning. Tears flooded down my face without my permission, and after the first few, I couldn't stop them. I started sobbing uncontrollably, unsure how I could possibly make over three thousand dollars in two weeks when the bill was due.
"Oh!" Penelope, my roommate, gasped in the doorway, keys hanging from her finger. "Oh Indi! What happened??" she asked rushing over. She immediately put her arm around my shoulder.
"I don't know how I'm supposed to pay this!" I wailed.
"Pay what, sugar?" she asked, always so patient.
I pointed to my computer screen. "I just got this surprise scholarship but then they reduced my loans, but they already gave me a refund on my loans, so now I owe the school $3,300! I can't pay that Pen! I'm barley making my rent payments."
"Oh that's fucked," she commiserated.
"I know!!" I started sobbing again. "I was barely going to make it to August when next semester's loans hit. I can't make it through the summer at this rate. Even if I work my ass off this summer."
"I thought you were working on your music this summer."
"That was the plan," I said dejectedly, "But if all of my savings have to go to this stupid bill, I'll have to find a job."
"You need a sugar momma." I just stared at her and raised an eyebrow. "I'm serious! Hear me out," she urged.
"Come on, Penelope! You know that doesn't work out in real life. That's just for movies."
She scoffed, "There are real life sugar mommas, Indi."
"I know that, but it isn't as glamorous as you might think. It would be hard enough to find a sugar daddy that 1) actually had money, and 2) wasn't disgusting. What in the world makes you think I can find a gay woman to do that?"
"I think you'd have more success than you think. Any woman would be lucky to have you as their sugar baby. Think about it! You don't like a lot of stuff…except for your ratty books, I suppose. You'd be a sugar momma's dream!"
I laughed, wiping the tears from my eyes. Penelope always knew how to make me feel better. "No way, Pen. I appreciate the pep talk, but I'll figure this out on my own."
"Fine. Figure this out yourself but get online anyway. You deserve to find happiness and love."
"Woah!" I protested, "When did love come into play? I thought you wanted me to find a sugar momma."
"That'd be fine too." Pity overran her eyes as she said, "I just worry about you. You're always so alone. You haven't dated since Hunter-"
"Pen!" I interrupted.
"And you NEED to get back out there," she continued. "I don't want you to be lonely."
"I'm focusing on school. My schedule is so crazy with this recital coming up and working enough to pay my share of the bills."
"And that means the only plans you can have on Friday and Saturday nights is burying your nose in a book?" That one stung a bit. A true romantic, I was always lost in my books. Even as a kid, the universes created in my books were always preferable to real life. And now, I could never settle for anything less than the perfect love story. I didn't think it was a shortcoming until hearing Penelope say that out loud.
I sighed and grabbed all my stuff. "Never gonna happen, Penelope."
"Wait - India! I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it, Pen; you're not wrong. I'm just tired. I'll see you tomorrow," I finished as I was closing the door to my room. I immediately fell on my bed, exhausted and confused. Was it really so bad to want true love? Sure, I had tried the casual hookup thing before - who didn't in college? But it wasn't for me. I couldn't ever follow through because sex was supposed to mean something. Which is why Penelope was right. I did find myself alone most Friday and Saturday nights.
I was a bit embarrassed. Even if I did find someone who I could stomach being with, I was so inexperienced. I'd only had one girlfriend - one sexual partner. If I did find a sugar momma, how could I possibly be enough for an older, more experienced woman? But that bill hung heavy on my mind. Before I even knew what I was doing, I had google open searching for the best sugar baby website.
I scrolled through several and finally settled on one and hit "sign up." Jesus Christ what was I doing? Paying the bills. Who cares if you whore yourself out to complete school?
It initially asked for a bio and a profile picture. I silently thanked Penelope for insisting on always taking my picture when I looked nice. Though I had always complained about it before, I had three good ones to choose from thanks to her. I also included a video from my last piano recital. I never felt beautiful except when I was behind the big piano. I could hide behind music. To fully capture myself, I took a last "candid" picture with the timer on my computer of me reading.
Before I could think twice about it and chicken out, I hit "create." No going back now. If I'm gonna do this thing, I'm gonna do it. I started to scroll through all the profiles. When I only saw men, I was disheartened. But then I remembered I was supposed to change the filters. I quickly turned off all men and my home screen was now flooded with older women. As I began scrolling, I quickly discovered it was exactly as I had previously thought. There was no one worth getting excited over.
And then my breath caught in my throat. I prayed to every god I could think of that this profile was real because she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. Her black bangs framed knowing, smiling eyes surrounded by crow's feet. My finger unconsciously moved the cursor over and clicked on "View Emily's Profile." It wasn't even a choice.
My eyes bulged at her net worth and annual income. Jeez! How was it possible to have that much money? Someone that beautiful and rich? Life was cruelly unfair sometimes. Her profile was pretty basic; there weren't a lot of details. Her bio simply read, "Emily, 38, seeking companionship and dates." I could provide companionship and dates for money. Dates weren't whoring yourself out, right? It made me feel marginally better about what I was doing.
Was sixteen years too large an age gap? Would we have anything in common? Could I really allow myself and my time to be sold to some stranger? But as I looked back at her eyes and soft smile, I realized that yes, yes I could. There was something intriguing about her. I couldn't put my finger on what it was exactly. I just knew that I wanted to know more about her. What would someone like her be doing on a site like this? Surely she didn't have trouble finding someone in real life? What was she hiding? Or lying about?
Despite my reservations, I clicked the "like" button and hoped she would like me back so we could start a conversation. And for another few minutes I stared at her picture, desperately wishing Emily could be the savior to pull me out of this financial mess.
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Hey Indie, what's your opinion on Squandy (Squidward x Sandy)? I actually seen it from Waackery on DeviantArt and l must say it's very interesting one l guess.
Eeeeh, I sorta have mixed feelings to it honestly but like even though I ship SquidBob sometimes but is still is a Spandy Shipper. It's just not really my thing.
Even though these two do have moments together, they barley have chemistry towards each other and Sandy has more chemistry with SpongeBob since the two had a LOT of moments together through out the seasons.
I find Squidward too grumpy for Sandy since he's not all that into western stuff that she's into and is more into Aesthic/Fancy stuff (if you know what I mean by that).
If the Two had more chemistry together in more Episodes, I would have shipped them or at least liked the ship if they explained more of their feelings (you know, like friendship) but Nah, they're just Normal Friends.
Though I will have to admit, at least Sandy does save Him (like in "Squidtastic Voyage" and "Feral Friends") (Until Squidward is caught by Neptune's Moon and turns into a Real-Life Feral Octopus like the rest of the Sea Creatures, except Sandy since we all know she's a land animal).
I will give the ship that a feral point, this relationship between them somehow could inspire for one of my upcoming works for my other original story ideas that I have in mind (you know, original characters that have a similar relationship similar to theirs, if you know what I mean)😏
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Holidays 8.21
Holidays
Actuaries Day (India)
Appreciation Day (Elder Scrolls)
Aquino Day (Philippines)
Ask Questions Day
Black Indie Authors Day
Buhe (Ethiopia)
Bunny Day (Japan)
Cadillac Day
Crazy Day
Eagle Scout Day
Festival of Goliath, Parade of Giants begins (Ath, Belgium)
Fête de la Jeunesse (a.k.a. Youth Day; Morocco, Western Sahara)
Good Roads Day
Gospel Day (Micronesia)
Grandfather and Grandson’s Day (Argentina)
ICBM Day
International Day of Mosques
International Day of Remembrance of and Tribute to the Victims of Terrorism (UN)
Internet Self-Care Day
Kosrae (Gospel Day; Micronesia)
National Brazilian Blowout Day
National Dreams Are Possible Day
National Fentanyl Prevention and Awareness Day
National Report Upcoding Fraud Day
National Senior Citizens Day
Ninoy Aquino Day (Philippines)
Our Lady of Knock
Poet's Day
San Martin Day (Argentina)
Senior Citizens' Day
Six-Row Barley Day (French Republic)
Thiruonam (Parts of India)
World Entrepreneurs’ Day
World Fashion Day
World Goat Day
Youth Day (Morocco)
Food & Drink Celebrations
Beer Institute Day
Grog Day
National Pecan Torte Day
National Spumoni Day
National Sweet Tea Day
3rd Monday in August
Cupcake Day (Australia) [3rd Monday]
Discovery Day (Yukon Territories, Canada) [3rd Monday]
Hartjesdagen (Little Hearts Day; Amsterdam/Haarlem, Netherlands) [Original holiday 3rd Monday]
RSPCA Cupcake Day (UK) [3rd Monday]
Stay Home With Your Kids Day [3rd Monday]
Weird Contest Week begins (Ocean City, NJ) [3rd Monday thru Friday]
Independence Days
Latituda (Declared; 2006) [unrecognized]
Latvia (Passing of the Constitutional Law on the Status of the Republic of Latvia as a State and Actual Restoration of the Republic of Latvia; 1991)
Feast Days
Abraham of Smolensk (Eastern Orthodox Church)
Amontons (Positivist; Saint)
Apologise Day (Pastafarian)
Asher Brown Durand (Artology)
Aubrey Beardsley (Artology)
Bernard Ptolemy, Founder of the Olivetans (Christian; Saint)
Bonosus and Maximilian (Christian; Martyrs)
Broderick Crawford Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Christian Schad (Artology)
Consualia (Ancient Roman festival to the god of the harvest and stored grain)
Euprepius of Verona (Christian; Saint)
Festival of Consus (God of Good Council; Ancient Rome)
Jane Francis de Chantal (Christian; Saint)
Jean-Baptiste Greuze (Artology)
Joseph (Muppetism)
Maximilian of Antioch (Christian; Saint)
Narcisse-Virgile Díaz de la Peña (Artology)
Our Lady of Knock (Christian; Saint)
Pius X, Pope (Christian; Saint)
Richard, Bishop of Andria (Christian; Saint)
Sidonius Apollinaris (Christian; Saint)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Prime Number Day: 233 [51 of 72]
Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]
Tycho Brahe Unlucky Day (Scandinavia) [29 of 37]
Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 39 of 60)
Unglückstage (Unlucky Day; Pennsylvania Dutch) [22 of 30]
Premieres
Ain’t Misbehaving’, recorded by Fats Waller (Song; 1938)
American Ultra (Film; 2015)
An American Werewolf in London (Film; 1981)
Bambi (Animated Disney Film; 1942)
Be Here Now, by Oasis (Album; 1997)
Between Meals: An Appetite for Paris, by A.J. Liebling (Memoir; 1959)
Blade (Film; 1998)
A Brief History of Time (Documentary Film; 1992)
Crazy, recorded by Patsy Cline (Song; 1961)
Diesel and Dust, by Midnight Oil (Album; 1987)
Dirty Dancing (Film; 1987)
Dynamite, by BTS (Song; 2020)
Earth Abides, by George R. Stewart (Novel; 1949)
Eve of Destruction, by Barry McGuire (Song; 1965)
Facelift, by Alice In Chains (Album; 1990)
First Monday in October (Film; 1981)
House of the Dragon (TV Series; 2022)
How You Remind Me, by Nickelback (Song; 2001)
Inglorious Basterds (Film; 2009)
Little Nemo: Adventures in Slumberland (Animated Film; 1992)
Motörhead, by Motörhead (Album; 1977)
Next Stoop Wonderland (Film; 1998)
Ready or Not (Film; 2019)
Ritual de lo Habitual, by Jane’s Addiction (Album; 1990)
Run, Run, Sweet Road Runner (WB MM Cartoon; 1965)
A Sunbonnet Blue (WB MM Cartoon; 1937)
The Wings of the Dove, by Henry James (Novel; 1902)
Wrongfully Accused (Film; 1998)
Today’s Name Days
Pius (Austria)
Agaton, Pio, Sidonija (Croatia)
Johana (Czech Republic)
Salomon (Denmark)
Sven, Sveno (Estonia)
Soini, Veini (Finland)
Christophe, Grâce, Ombeline (France)
Pia, Oius, Maximilian (Germany)
Hajna, Sémuel (Hungary)
Cristoforo, Pio (Italy)
Janīna, Linda, Sidnejs (Latvia)
Gaudvydas, Joana, Kazė, Kazimiera, Medeinė (Lithuania)
Ragni, Ragnvald (Norway)
Adolf, Adolfa, Adolfina, Alf, Bernard, Emilian, Filipina, Franciszek, Joanna, Kazimiera, Męcimir (Poland)
Jana (Slovakia)
Pío (Spain)
Jon, Jonna (Sweden)
Gianna, Jane, Janelle, Janessa, Janet, Janette, Janice, Janie, Janine, Janiya, Jayne, Shanice, Sheena (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 233 of 2024; 132 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 1 of week 34 of 2023
Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 14 of 28]
Chinese: Month 7 (Geng-Shen), Day 6 (Xin-Hai)
Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)
Hebrew: 4 Elul 5783
Islamic: 4 Safar 1445
J Cal: 23 Hasa; Twosday [23 of 30]
Julian: 8 August 2023
Moon: 24%: Waxing Crescent
Positivist: 9 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Amontons]
Runic Half Month: As (Gods) [Day 9 of 15]
Season: Summer (Day 61 of 94)
Zodiac: Leo (Day 30 of 31)
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Holidays 8.21
Holidays
Actuaries Day (India)
Appreciation Day (Elder Scrolls)
Aquino Day (Philippines)
Ask Questions Day
Black Indie Authors Day
Buhe (Ethiopia)
Bunny Day (Japan)
Cadillac Day
Crazy Day
Eagle Scout Day
Festival of Goliath, Parade of Giants begins (Ath, Belgium)
Fête de la Jeunesse (a.k.a. Youth Day; Morocco, Western Sahara)
Good Roads Day
Gospel Day (Micronesia)
Grandfather and Grandson’s Day (Argentina)
ICBM Day
International Day of Mosques
International Day of Remembrance of and Tribute to the Victims of Terrorism (UN)
Internet Self-Care Day
Kosrae (Gospel Day; Micronesia)
National Brazilian Blowout Day
National Dreams Are Possible Day
National Fentanyl Prevention and Awareness Day
National Report Upcoding Fraud Day
National Senior Citizens Day
Ninoy Aquino Day (Philippines)
Our Lady of Knock
Poet's Day
San Martin Day (Argentina)
Senior Citizens' Day
Six-Row Barley Day (French Republic)
Thiruonam (Parts of India)
World Entrepreneurs’ Day
World Fashion Day
World Goat Day
Youth Day (Morocco)
Food & Drink Celebrations
Beer Institute Day
Grog Day
National Pecan Torte Day
National Spumoni Day
National Sweet Tea Day
3rd Monday in August
Cupcake Day (Australia) [3rd Monday]
Discovery Day (Yukon Territories, Canada) [3rd Monday]
Hartjesdagen (Little Hearts Day; Amsterdam/Haarlem, Netherlands) [Original holiday 3rd Monday]
RSPCA Cupcake Day (UK) [3rd Monday]
Stay Home With Your Kids Day [3rd Monday]
Weird Contest Week begins (Ocean City, NJ) [3rd Monday thru Friday]
Independence Days
Latituda (Declared; 2006) [unrecognized]
Latvia (Passing of the Constitutional Law on the Status of the Republic of Latvia as a State and Actual Restoration of the Republic of Latvia; 1991)
Feast Days
Abraham of Smolensk (Eastern Orthodox Church)
Amontons (Positivist; Saint)
Apologise Day (Pastafarian)
Asher Brown Durand (Artology)
Aubrey Beardsley (Artology)
Bernard Ptolemy, Founder of the Olivetans (Christian; Saint)
Bonosus and Maximilian (Christian; Martyrs)
Broderick Crawford Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Christian Schad (Artology)
Consualia (Ancient Roman festival to the god of the harvest and stored grain)
Euprepius of Verona (Christian; Saint)
Festival of Consus (God of Good Council; Ancient Rome)
Jane Francis de Chantal (Christian; Saint)
Jean-Baptiste Greuze (Artology)
Joseph (Muppetism)
Maximilian of Antioch (Christian; Saint)
Narcisse-Virgile Díaz de la Peña (Artology)
Our Lady of Knock (Christian; Saint)
Pius X, Pope (Christian; Saint)
Richard, Bishop of Andria (Christian; Saint)
Sidonius Apollinaris (Christian; Saint)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Prime Number Day: 233 [51 of 72]
Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]
Tycho Brahe Unlucky Day (Scandinavia) [29 of 37]
Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 39 of 60)
Unglückstage (Unlucky Day; Pennsylvania Dutch) [22 of 30]
Premieres
Ain’t Misbehaving’, recorded by Fats Waller (Song; 1938)
American Ultra (Film; 2015)
An American Werewolf in London (Film; 1981)
Bambi (Animated Disney Film; 1942)
Be Here Now, by Oasis (Album; 1997)
Between Meals: An Appetite for Paris, by A.J. Liebling (Memoir; 1959)
Blade (Film; 1998)
A Brief History of Time (Documentary Film; 1992)
Crazy, recorded by Patsy Cline (Song; 1961)
Diesel and Dust, by Midnight Oil (Album; 1987)
Dirty Dancing (Film; 1987)
Dynamite, by BTS (Song; 2020)
Earth Abides, by George R. Stewart (Novel; 1949)
Eve of Destruction, by Barry McGuire (Song; 1965)
Facelift, by Alice In Chains (Album; 1990)
First Monday in October (Film; 1981)
House of the Dragon (TV Series; 2022)
How You Remind Me, by Nickelback (Song; 2001)
Inglorious Basterds (Film; 2009)
Little Nemo: Adventures in Slumberland (Animated Film; 1992)
Motörhead, by Motörhead (Album; 1977)
Next Stoop Wonderland (Film; 1998)
Ready or Not (Film; 2019)
Ritual de lo Habitual, by Jane’s Addiction (Album; 1990)
Run, Run, Sweet Road Runner (WB MM Cartoon; 1965)
A Sunbonnet Blue (WB MM Cartoon; 1937)
The Wings of the Dove, by Henry James (Novel; 1902)
Wrongfully Accused (Film; 1998)
Today’s Name Days
Pius (Austria)
Agaton, Pio, Sidonija (Croatia)
Johana (Czech Republic)
Salomon (Denmark)
Sven, Sveno (Estonia)
Soini, Veini (Finland)
Christophe, Grâce, Ombeline (France)
Pia, Oius, Maximilian (Germany)
Hajna, Sémuel (Hungary)
Cristoforo, Pio (Italy)
Janīna, Linda, Sidnejs (Latvia)
Gaudvydas, Joana, Kazė, Kazimiera, Medeinė (Lithuania)
Ragni, Ragnvald (Norway)
Adolf, Adolfa, Adolfina, Alf, Bernard, Emilian, Filipina, Franciszek, Joanna, Kazimiera, Męcimir (Poland)
Jana (Slovakia)
Pío (Spain)
Jon, Jonna (Sweden)
Gianna, Jane, Janelle, Janessa, Janet, Janette, Janice, Janie, Janine, Janiya, Jayne, Shanice, Sheena (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 233 of 2024; 132 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 1 of week 34 of 2023
Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 14 of 28]
Chinese: Month 7 (Geng-Shen), Day 6 (Xin-Hai)
Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)
Hebrew: 4 Elul 5783
Islamic: 4 Safar 1445
J Cal: 23 Hasa; Twosday [23 of 30]
Julian: 8 August 2023
Moon: 24%: Waxing Crescent
Positivist: 9 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Amontons]
Runic Half Month: As (Gods) [Day 9 of 15]
Season: Summer (Day 61 of 94)
Zodiac: Leo (Day 30 of 31)
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I saw so many people making their self inserts on picrew so i decided to give it a try... Here’s Indi everyone!
#persona#onward#onward pixar#onward persona#onwardsona#indi mayor-paine#barley lightfoot#onward barley#indi x barley#Self Insert#self ship#self shipping#Selfshipping#Selfship
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You Move Like Real People Do
(Choreographer!Jimin x Ecologist!Namjoon x Singer!Reader)
Summary: Sometimes loving someone is just too easy. It just sinks into you so deeply or floats you away so high either way it shouldn't be hard to hold on to.
Wordcount: 2.6k
Warnings: (Sappy fluff, polyamory, lots of talk about bog bodies, excessive amounts of admiration, the songs are literally Hozier’s and you should listen to them if you haven’t, oh my god this is so self indulgent)
A/N: I haven't written in like 3 years and I've never tried bullet fic style so please be nice :( also I love Hozier so much oh my god I literally just built a whole universe in my brain around his music + bangtan and I think Movement fits Jimin so well and LRPD is a sick song and Joon is a just weird nerd but anyway please enjoy and lemme know what you think!
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Namjoon is an ecologist and Jimin is a choreographer and Y/n is a famous indie-rock blues singer/songwriter (literally just fucking Hozier because I love that man with every bit of my heart).
You and Joon are early risers and spend mornings sipping coffee and reading together on the couch while you wait for Jimin to get ready for the classes he teaches alongside being a choreographer so they can kiss him good morning and wish him a good day when he leaves.
You’re sure to put extra honey in his green tea to-go cup, and he kisses you both quickly on the cheek before scurrying out the door.
They both kind of fiddle around with their day cause Joon is a professor at the local university and only has classes twice a week and finished grading that last assignment yesterday.
So now he's watering his plants and terrariums in the greenhouse porch you all have and your sitting there fiddling with your guitar, messing around with some chords sometimes writing them down sometimes not.
Casually you ask Joon which student had the best paper.
“One student went out of their way to be a kiss ass if that counts.”
You ask how he means with a chuckle.
“Well you know how I've been writing a thesis about bog bodies and what-not?”
“Yes of course, love, you only remind me of the phenomenon every chance you have.” You look up at him with mock disdain.
His eyebrows furrow, “I thought you liked talking about the bog bodies” He pouts and you honestly can't even try to deny it.
“I do, I think it's kind of beautiful- not like dead people that's shitty- but when you describe how the swamps and bogs preserve them and how they’re found.” You take in a deep breath mulling over your words for moment.
“You make things like that sound so beautiful, Joonie. Even if I don't get half the big sciencey words you say. It sorta sounds like people falling in love with something they shouldn't but doing it anyway.” You smile to yourself thinking of him talking to (mostly at) you.
Namjoon still gets flustered easily by your and Jimin's creative ways of declaring your love.
He hears Jimin's tinkling laugh in your music and his own words in your songs, sometimes he feels like he doesn't love you both back enough but you both are quick remind him that he doesn't show love through notes and twirls
He shows them through flowers he picks and the way he's always willing to interrupt himself to explain something when he sees confusion in either of your eyes, because he knows you want to but wont stop his train of thought, you both want to understand what he's babbling on about because you love him.
(And he looks so fuckin hot when he goes on his passionate rants about certain bacteria being the back bone for an entire ecosystem how could you not?)
He blushes and clears his throat.
You always find the beauty in everything, can turn just about anything into a love story, a poem.
He loves that about you and Jimin you're both so able to make the world more beautiful with your bodies and minds. You both love that he adds so much sustenance to that beauty.
“You're right, bog bodies deserve love, just like any real person does. But a student wrote their paper on them and used me as a source in their reference page.” He huffs, still amused by the students' tenacity.
“Any real person, huh? You gave them an A didn't you?” You absorb his words before deadpanning.
Namjoon doesn't answer and instead bends down to kiss your lips then your forehead before he goes back to being very interested in how his Venus fly trap is doing.
Some days when your writer's block is extra bad and you've been struggling to come up with lyrics that mean anything or chords to go with them, Jimin asks if you want to come with him to the studio.
He's just experimenting with some new choreography so it's just you two.
He notices when you get into these slumps you can't quite reach your way out of and staying in the house all cooped up trying to get inspired by the same things you see everyday isn't going to help.
It's a classical piece a dance company hired him to choreograph, wordless dancing was always his forte.
Feeling the music move through him and around him, throw him to and fro. He likes to feel like a tool of expression- like an instrument to be played.
You watch him work and think and move, over and over again, something just slightly different each time just slightly closer to what he wants.
He's breathless by the time he comes to sit next you against the back wall he saw you staring the whole time and loves how he can still make you and Joon speechless and swooning even after all the years together.
“Sometimes I forget you're real, you know, when you dance.” You murmur head on your knees still in a daze after watching him.
Jimin quirks an eyebrow and smirks.
“The hell does that mean?” He simpers, knowing you're probably about to say something that will completely floor him and make him fall for you even harder.
“You just stop looking real I guess, you look like if I reached out to touch you, you would still just be barley out of reach, like driving towards a rainbow or a mirage, ya know?”
He quirks his head, not really understanding what you mean but trying to.
“You're just so good at using your body to show a concept you almost kind of become one. I don't know, mostly, I just feel like I'd chase you forever if you really were unreachable like that, I don't think I'd mind.” You shrug and reach for his hand to fiddle with.
He exhales in surprise. He was absolutely right. Floored.
“Would you dance with me? Running after me doesn't sound as pretty as us dancing together forever.” He asks twisting you fingers with his.
“I don't think I'd have a choice not wanting to dance with you would be like not wanting to breathe.”
He sighs dramatically. “Babe! How am I supposed to be okay after you say shit like that? Huh?” He laughs and shoves your shoulder playfully.
You laugh and fall over pulling him with you.
Namjoon comes by later with drinks from the cafe he knows Jimin loves and finds you both slow dancing in the middle of the empty studio.
You both pull him in between you and continue to sway back and forth. It's sweet and romantic and your drinks go cold before any of you are ready to let go of each other.
Your latest album was amazing and you're about to go on tour and you're nervous to be away from your guys for so long cause last time you went on tour you weren’t as famous and such didn't go to different countries to perform.
You're gonna miss them terribly and they miss you twice as bad and they definitely bawl their eyes out when your tour bus is out of sight.
They tried really hard to keep up the smiles for you cause you deserve the success and the recognition without guilt or reservations but wow the house is so quiet without your absent-minded humming and strumming and no knew pieces of paper with potential lyrics scattered around the countertops.
You all keep in touch of course- face-timing at least once a day with both or either of them and you ask them not to watch any recorded performances cause you don't want them to spoil it for when you come back and do your final home concert.
Your reason being: you left two songs off the album you wanted to perform on tour.
So now it's your last concert before you get to sleep in the same bed as your loves again, they arrive early but you're still too busy with sound check and your drummer having boyfriend problems to get more than a hug and kiss to each of them.
They don't mind though they know how concerts are for you. You love them- you get to give your fans a bit of your soul and they all give a bit right back.
They meander through the crowd towards the front not too close though. Your manager tried to get them to stay backstage but they both wanted to get the full experience since they did as promised and had steered clear of any footage of the concert.
When you walk out everyone lights up and the energy in the whole concert hall shifts.
You smile so bright and they're close enough they can see the surprise on your face when you look down into the crowd and see them. Your eyes soften and get a little misty but ever the professional you trudge on.
Song after song you work the crowd into the comfort of your melodies and words have people screaming, crying and eating out of the palm of your hand so easily.
You get to the end of your set, Namjoon and Jimin know- you'd asked them for help when planning the show. They knew which songs you were gonna sing and when but it didn't occur to them it seemed just a bit short until now when you're clearly your throat and asking for the house lights to be brought up just a bit.
“The next two songs are love songs, I would sing about political injustice and grieving a metaphorical loss all day if I could-” the crowd hoots a few times with their chuckles and Namjoon and Jimin feel surprised grins growing on their faces.
“but I'm just too in love to not write a song or two.”
You strum a tune he’s only slightly familiar with, its something he’s heard you tweak for the past year or so.
“The lyrics of this one are a bit odd and terribly specific to a certain person so bare with me.”
The auditorium murmurs a laugh again knowing your lyrics more often than not are.
“I had a thought, dear, however scary
About that night, The bugs and the dirt
Why were you digging?
What did you bury, before those hands pulled me from the earth?
I will not ask you where you came from
I will not ask you, neither should you
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do”
The piano sounds and the haunting harmony from your back up singers makes Namjoon’s heart race.
He knows what you're singing about, Jimin knows too he might not get it as well as Namjoon does right now- some of the things Joon talks about are just slightly too icky for him- but he does know that if he could dance about Joon’s brain he would.
He smiles when Namjoon's hand squeezes his, his eyes unable to look away from you and the little story being told between you two right now.
“I knew that look dear, eyes always seeking
Was there in someone, that dug long ago
So I will not ask you, why you were creeping
In some sad way I already know
I will not ask you where you came from
I will not ask you and neither would you
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do”
Noli timere Namjoon hears the words being dragged and stretched in your vocals and his heart clenches.
“I could not ask you where you came from
I could not ask you, neither could you
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We could just kiss like real people do”
Your voice tapers off and the strums slow as you open your eyes and hold his gaze meaningfully.
Namjoon is left feeling like he's floating.
You wrote a song about something he cares about, you wrote him a song about one of his favorite things even if it is a very creepy weird thing.
You took all the thoughts he poured into your ears and made it something people could love just a little bit easier. He almost thought he couldn't love you more than he already did.
“This next one might be a bit less niche but if you've ever seen your lover dance you would know exactly what its about.”
The heavy dip of bass vibrates their feet and a resounding clap comes to fill the air as the surprise and tears come his eyes.
“I still watch you when you're groovin'
As if through water from the bottom of a pool
You're movin' without movin'
And when you move, I'm moved”
Jimin’s hand comes to his mouth and you smile mischievously into your mic.
“You are a call to motion
There, all of you a verb in perfect view
Like Jonah on the ocean
When you move, I'm moved
When you move I'm put to mind of all that I wanna be
When you move I could never define all that you are to me”
You look directly at him making sure he knows this is his song.
“So move me, baby
Shake like the bough of a willow tree
You do it naturally
Move me, baby
You are the rite of movement
Its reasonin' made lucid and cool
I know it's no improvement
When you move, I move”
Jimin laughs wetly at your joke. You’re wrong- he thinks- your body is absolutely and improvement of any situation.
“You're less Polunin leapin'
Or Fred Astaire in sequence
Honey, you, you're Atlas in his sleepin'
And when you move, I'm moved
When you move I can recall somethin' that's gone from me
When you move, Honey, I'm put in awe of somethin' so flawed and free
So move me, baby
Shake like the bough of a willow tree
You do it naturally, move me, baby
So move me, baby, Like you've nothin' left to prove
And nothin' to lose, move me, baby
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh baby, oh baby
Move like grey skies
Move like a bird of paradise
Move like an odd sight come out at night”
The sudden crash of the band coming together to put music to your declaration makes goosebumps rise on Jimin's skin, Namjoon looks between you both and his heart melts softly in his chest. Just the admiration between you both enough to make him fall all over again.
“Move me, baby
Shake like the bough of a willow tree
You do it naturally, move me, baby
So move me, baby
Like you've nothin' left to lose
And nothin' to prove, move me, baby
So move me, baby
Shake like the bough of a willow tree
You do it naturally, move me, baby”
The calls and hums of you and your back up singers echo quietly before applause assaults their ears, the cheering nothing short of deafening.
You bow and wave backing away from the mic for a few moments- taking in the last show you'll be doing for a while- before walking off stage.
Namjoon knows he should be pulling Jimin with him towards backstage so they can smother you with love properly but hey can't move Jimin has tears streaming down his face and Namjoon is too awestruck about you remembering him going on about the last words of a poet who had written about the bog bodies and how you always just cared so much about him and Jimin.
Eventually they do move through the leaving crowd towards security, the guards already aware of their faces escort them.
They knock on the green room door with your name next to it.
It swings open so quickly they flinch back and the woman barreling into their arms throws them back at least a foot.
“I missed you so much” you all but sob into their chests. Clinging tightly to their shirts.
They share a look over your head all too endeared with your clinginess having missed it terribly for the past months.
“We missed you too angel.” Jimin sighs into your hair, much closer to your head than Namjoon.
Namjoon hums in agreement then sniffles making you both turn your faces up to look at him, Namjoon crying was a really rare thing well maybe in comparison with you and Jimin who will cry at an emotionally manipulative commercial without hesitation.
You're both slightly shocked to see tear tracks on his adorably reddened face and him struggling to control his breathing.
“Ooh Joonie.” You coo then pull them both into the green room and start wiping at his cheeks. He sniffles again and it's absolutely precious.
“Y-you sang about b-bog bodies!” He sobs hauling you off your feet pushing the air out of your lungs.
Jimin laughs and sniffs wiping at his now wet face too.
“You guys liked them? They weren’t corny?” You wheeze as he sets you back down between them.
“Are you kidding?! You referenced Sergei Polunin, that's so corny, babe.” Jimin pets your cheek and kisses it tenderly. “Of course we loved them.”
“I'm gonna put my song in my thesis, its gonna open a whole flood gate for the romanticism of them.'' Namjoon says, mostly to himself, still shaky with tears.
Jimin pulls you both in for another hug and in a similar state to Namjoon says, “I’m gonna choreograph both of our songs. I’m dropping all my projects for it- right now.”
You laugh and shake your head before pulling back to take them both in again still not over how long it’d been since you got hold them.
“You wanna go somewhere? Get a welcome home drink or meal or candle or something?” Jimin asks, putting your hair back into place as best he can.
“That diner with the shakes on 5th is probably still open-” Namjoon starts but you shake your head.
“Can we just go home? I missed you so much.” They both nod with the softest smiles and each grip a hand.
Your tour bus dropped off most of your stuff at home earlier that day so Namjoon just takes your backpack and Jimin pulls your guitar over his shoulder. But not before asking with a smirk-
“Did you say Fred Astaire in sequins?”
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Thank you for reading <3 Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! It’ll lets me know if I should write more or not
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Ian x Barley Prompt #62
Wreck-It Ralph AU
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Barley and Ian are indy game characters with limited knowledge as to their own lore. All they know is that the objective of the game is to bring back someone called Wilden Lightfoot to meet him for the day. They have no idea they're all related.
Over the course of their being together in-game, Barley and Ian can't deny their chemistry and begin to fall in love. They date for a long time until, a few years later, the game creator clarifies something in their code and lore: they're brothers and Wilden Lightfoot was their father!
#i was inspired by what happened with ZADR. im almost positive the creator never clarified zim's age so everyone headcanoned he and dib about#the same and shipped them. years later#the creator is like oh didnt know know? zim's a grown ass man! and the whole shipping community was in chaos!#ian x barley prompts#barlian#bian#iarley#barley x ian#ian x barley#ian lightfoot#barley lightfoot#barley#ian#prompt#writing prompt#onward
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today, in sensations:
- rushed to the post office before closing time, so when i came back, i was sweaty all over. took another shower even though i had just taken one before leaving the house and that shower felt so good — fed myself a cup of warm oatmeal, soothed by the hot water X cool weather combo (it was sunny out but with a little monsoon breeze), and i was reluctant to leave the house but i needed to go xmas shopping
- had dinner at don don donki. bought a salmon belly don and matcha warabimochi and barley tea. awful combination. barley tea generally goes with korean food; ocha, with japanese. felt that the mentaiko sauce on the salmon was far too sweet for my liking. japanese food, in general, is too sweet for my tastebuds. i love their oyako don, the occasional ramen that isn’t soaked sickeningly in a thick, oily broth and pastries though. i hate the combination of rice + mochi. gross. laid my stuff out at a table where i started to feel some people staring at me. i hate the thought of someone watching me eat
- had some porridge and finished up the rest of the warabimochi when i got home. i had consumed 3 cubes earlier, and had saved the remaining 3 for consumption at home. i still didn’t like it. felt dizzy and threw up everything around 1am. at 3am, my stomach started growling madly so i grabbed a pack of julie’s peanut butter biscuits (there are 4 pieces in a pack) and never felt more grateful for them
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i’ve been watching the end of the f-ing world. discovered it thanks to cyborg’s youtube channel — i love how it’s just music with indie film clips of characters, sometimes dreamy and in love, other times, on bikes and skateboards. everything on the channel is cheesy and romantic, but never overboard, at least imo
‘the unknown’ by peach tinted is a solid track too and the clips go so well
the series itself is pretty good. i haven’t actually sat down for a film/show in a while. even this one had to be watched at 1.25x-1.5x speed because i just don’t have the time to gobble down one series after the next. i’m terribly patient with films but have none of that for serials. might be the fixed episodic runtime that gets to me — i can’t shake the thought that these scenes were included and edited just so that the episode could hit the standard runtime; everything i’m watching could just be filler; i could be doing something else.
anyway when it comes to love stories, i need the crazy and the awkward. i need lovers who swallow fish hooks (kim ki-duk’s the isle); a greasy vincent cassel and a deaf emmanuelle devos (jacques audiard’s sur mes lèvres); sam and suzy deadpanning for the runtime of moonrise kingdom; overbearing juno and soft bleeker; taciturn driver and more or less single mom irene; a middle-aged sexually repressed piano teacher and her pretty boy teenage student
i can’t deal with k-dramas and the wholesome cinderella girl & her chaebol oppa pairings
actually they have some pretty crazy lovers in manga/anime, but no characters from these stories have really stuck with me
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Bluenose, the pride of Canada
Bluenose was a deep- sea fishing schooner that won a special place in the heart of all Canadians during the depths of the Great Depression, an admiration that continues to this day. It all began with a small item in the sports page of New York paper in 1919 announcing that the America's Cup race had been postponed because of a blow that would barley tickle the sails of a saltbank schooner. The men of the fishing fleets of Gloucester in Massachusetts and Lunenburg in Nova Scotia were outspoken in their scorn. Competition between the two communities had always been fierce and here was the perfect excuse to have a race between real working schooner. In 1920 the International Fishermen's Race was organised, and that year the schooner Esperanto out of Gloucester defeated the Delewana of Lunenburg and took the trophy to New England.
The Bluenose schooner at the 1921 Nova Scotia Elimination Trials, held off Halifax in October (x)
No one in the north wanted to let that sit on their hands and hopes of a victory were raised in the following spring. Named after a legend that fishermen had blue noses because of the cold weather of the Grand Banks where they worked. The Bluenose entered the race under Captain and part owner Angus Walters. She was constructed by traditional methods using local timbers, and had, of course, the sturdy build of a working schooner. Her lines were sweet, however, and she was fast, with a 386 m² big main sail, achieving her best speed under a strong blow beating to windward. In 1921 she raced twice against Elsie in the waters off Halifax. Bluenose took both races with a good margin and even reduced sail to match the American vessel during one race when her opponent temporarily go into difficulty. Bluenose was a witch in the wind and nothing could catch her. Btw Walters had only master's papers for home waters, Bluenose in some international races was sometimes under the command of the deepsea Lunenburg captain George Myra until the schooner reached the racing port.
Drawing of Bluenose by William James Roué 1920 (x)
Undefeated in all the International Fishermen's trophy series held between 1921-1938, she became an enduring symbol of Canada's maritime spirit. In 1929 the Canadian Postal Service issued a distinctive blue stamp to honour the vessel's racing record, and in 1937 she appeared in full sail on the Canadian dime.
Canada postage stamp, "Bluenose" 1929 (x)
Bluenose's fame was not confined to Nort America and Canada. She officially represented her country at hte World's Fair in 1933 and the Silver Jubilee of King George in 1935. 1938 was a difficult year for her and even lost two out of five races against the Gertrude L. Thebuad. The last race, however, was finally won by Bluenose. Unfortunately, Walters had to sell her in that year due to the emergence of motorised trawlers. She remained in Lunenburg until 1942, when she was bought by the West Indies Trading Company. Then her masts were cut and an engine installed. She was then used to transport goods between Canada and the Caribbean until she ran onto a reef off Haiti on 28 January 1946 and sank, some say due to voodoo.
1937 - 1952 George VI Ten Cent / Dime (x)
But her name still lives on. The reverse side of the Candian dime still proudly bears her image. In 1963, a replica of the Bluenose was built in Lunenburg from the original plans of the Bluenose and named Bluenose II. Theese was sold to the Nova Scotia government in 1971 for the sum of $1.
Bluenose II sails off the Peggy’s Cove lighthouse (x)
The replica schooner was used as a sailing ambassador for tourism promotion. This vessel was decommissioned and broken up in 2010, and an entirely new Bluenose (also called Bluenose II, as she is classified as a "reconstruction" ) was built as close as possible to the original schooner and launched in Lunenburg in 2013. After attempts had been made since 2007 to build a new Bluenose IV (III was already occupied elsewhere), which was not successful.
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Miracles Can Be Obtained Along with The Floral Essences.
You ought to take into consideration making an FRC All of Popular music website if you are an indie musician and are actually appearing for a method to share your music to the planet. The basic know-how of the best ways to acquire pregnant along with a young boy, is that if the Y chromosome gets to enrich the well-balanced egg initially, after that you give birth to an infant boy as well as vice versa, that if the X chromosome fertilizes the well-balanced egg first after that a woman is coin has pair of edges a favorable component to it and an unfavorable one.
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Once our experts recognize that the wonderful I am actually stays with all body systems, our experts could see that this by itself is actually the best magic. The writing goes to opportunities as hard-edged and craggy as the West Virginia mountain ranges, wh Pinckney Benedict's Magic Kid as well as other Stories is a compilation that is actually tough to summarize as a result of its stylistic as well as particular selection. Many individuals have resorted to this diet regimen to lose weight along with to enhance their total degree from health The pH magic diet regimen is very reliable at taking out extra weight.
The basic expertise of the best ways to get expectant with a young boy, is that if the Y chromosome reaches fertilize the healthy egg first, then you bring to life an infant child and the other way around, that if the X chromosome feeds the healthy and balanced egg first after that a girl is coin has 2 edges a good aspect to that and a damaging one.
Magic manufacturing is brand-new to the majority of my readers, because, typically, they have actually been instructed that miracles are rare and also simply a pick few get to experience the power from miracles Some are actually also under the impact that these pick couple of experience such wonders beyond the personal. When I observed my child resting grimly in his room, this was a little surprising to observe the or else thus high-spirited kid experience thus reduced. Because my vehicle mechanic vigorously offered me Pinckney Benedict's Magic Kid and Various other Stories after a regular oil improvement, I tell you this.
In the film, The Secret," there is actually a setting where, after imagining a brand new bike, a younger child opens the door and, like miracle, it is there. Our team experience a wonderful joy given that this is actually the wonder that causes their canonization, however especially our experts experience the benefit from the friendly relationship of these two children which assisted our child and also that currently aid our family," Batista pointed out.
Due to the fact that from its thematic and also stylistic selection, Pinckney Benedict's Wonder Child and also other Stories is actually an assortment that is complicated to sum up. Daily there is another miracle diet regimen or even cure-all which vows to thaw off those pounds without an ounce of initiative! There is a particular Disney motion picture that I like phoned, Comply with the Robinsons".
Just recently I read through an account created through a priest in the USA regarding his experiences in a religion in a Third World country. I aided Johan perform this; Rogerilio was incidentally standing at the various other side from the area as well as might certainly not view any of the composed names. For the label, you may always keep Marva, which was actually also some of the top names for women.
There is actually plenty of practical drama you can eek from that environment, but Benedict doesn't go all out. If you have any inquiries relating to where and how to use mountains in wales by height - click through the next page -, you can speak to us at our own internet site. He unlocks on a unique and scary version of Americana, and the story that many bolted me to the flooring (as well as demanded the longest rest after) was actually one told from the point of view of a planter's other half, whose other half's canine becomes sentient as well as begins to talk.
Consequently, being actually conscious that anger imitates a street indicator that aims a guy to where the cuts lay concealed, and that through following anger back via the memories, feelings, and expertises from the child within the guy is exactly how the injuries are actually revealed and recuperation may begin. He may be wrongly accused of having actually fooled women and several relatived through proclaiming that he will allow all of them to secure magic little ones. While at times rendered in a fascinating way, the terror as well as sci-fi located tales were simply a lot of, also unbelievable.
Despite the fact that i heard you tell the Buddy tale on phase a married couple years ago- i had to read through. If this was quick and easy to locate and cure the wounded boy dropped within as well as to fix the temper, males would no doubt line up for the magic elixir. There have actually also been actually many urban legends that discuss effective ways to develop a young boy and also several ladies will believe in these recommendations. Therefore if you like to know how you can possess a baby boy it is partly an issue from consuming foods items that are going to alkalize your body system. This style is splendid and also produces a light environment and some quite strange names.
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Best of 2019 Music #1: Lil Nas X and Billy Ray Cyrus “Old Town Road”
Our final entry of the countdown and of the decade shows how even the little guy who had no chance in a field that judges him can produce one of the biggest jams ever.
Lil Nas X who had been hopping from couch to couch had barley a name for himself when it came to music. Especially the genre he wanted to influence country.
But an indie single he did known as Old Town Road via usage of the Tik Tok app would start to create a perfect storm for him.
Until Bilboard ruled it wasn’t country enough.
Feeling for him, Mr achy breaky heart, Billy Ray Cyrus agreed to join the remix version. Which would go on to dominate all facets of the year via a whopping 5 months as the country's best song.
The video itself ends up being a bigger piece of entertainment. With major cameos from Chris Rock Diplo, Haha Davis, and company. bringing in new and old fans.
Although he did overextend himself with all those remixes. i mean the area 51 raid didn’t need one.
Still though years best by a mile.
Sum 22: The Little song that could conquered more than just the country world thanks to Billy Ray Cyrus providing a very welcomed assist.
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Some Indi x Barley comfort headcanons (cause I need it right now). Use self inserts to get the love you need.
If Indi can stomach eating Barley will grab some gogurt for them to slurp on together (it always makes the mood better)
Barley never pushes her to talk, Indi always does in time
He'll hold her tight for as long as she wants
Building a pillow/blanket fort to hide away for a bit
If she needs to cry, he lets her, some emotions just need to be let out
When Indi is feeling a bit better she'll thank him and give him small cheek/face kisses
She'll then offer to do something a little more exciting (but not too much she's emotionally exhausted)
So they play Animal Crossing together, or watch some cartoons
All the while Barley never lets go of her completely
He'll still hold her hand, or sling a casual arm around her (Sometimes he'll play with her hair)
bACK RUBS!!!
Indi will always eventually open up and talk about what's bothering her, she just needs to go through the emotions first (and Barley respects that)
Lots of eye contact, they are both very expressive with their eyes and face, they can say a lot this way
If she cries he'll most definitely wipe away her tears
This boy will stay with her as long as she needs no ifs, ands, or buts she would do the same though
(That's about it guys. I'm just going through a hard time right now and really wish I had a Barley for comfort. Kay thanks.)
#self ship#self shipping#barley lightfoot#onward#selfship#onward barley lightfoot#ask me#self insert#onward barley#s/i#headcanons#imagines#ask blog#onward imagines#barley lightfoot imagines#imagine#barley lightfoot headcanon#onward headcanon#indi x barley#selfshipping#self shipper#selfshipper#indi mayor-paine
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Mod Arts: Who knew staying at my friends house for a few days was the inspiration I needed. So have some sketches of my s/i Indi (feat. Barley).
#barley lightfoot#indi mayor-paine#self ship#self shipping#onward#onward barley lightfoot#selfship#ask blog#ask me#art#my art#s/i#self insert#indi x barley
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