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Production photos (Part 3) from Hundraåringen som klev ut genom fönstret och försvann

Photography by Mats Bäcker

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Iggy Pop by Mats Backer

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A Voice Through the Nothingness Part 1

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Contains: Near-death injury, angst, coma, disease outbreak, mild fluff, and more angst.

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“Nothing is predestined. The obstacles of your past can become the gateways that lead to new beginnings.”- Ralph Blum

It was meant to be routine, nothing was supposed to go wrong, but it did, and now Frank was waiting in the hospital waiting room, covered in his best friend's blood because one of their rich clients lied to them.

He was going over the whole thing in his head, where they went wrong, what could have been done better, but every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was the bomb going off spitting distance from Billy.

And the noise, the horrendous sound of fracturing glass and Billy's screams flew around his brain from ear to ear like a sadistic butterfly. Everything washed into focus when Karen appeared in front of him, "Frank, what happened? It's all over the news, there was some kind of bomb."

Frank swallowed, "Hill lied about everything, and our checks missed it. He tried to come clean about it, but by the time he had shown us the accounts, it was too late. That fucker got Billy blown up over a few million bucks, who the fuck tries to pull over on the fucking Russian mob?"

Karen sat beside him and placed her hand on his thigh, "tell me everything."

"It wasn't on their books. Their biggest backer is a shot caller from Brighton Beach. Hill was skimming from the beginning. He said he hired us because they had been getting threats because they wouldn't merge with Telcorp. I don't know how the fuck we missed it."

Karen reached up and stroked Frank's face, "cash in hand is hard to track and if this player never showed his face, there's no way you could have known. Telcorp is one of the worst companies in America, you didn't look any further because his explanation made sense. This isn't your fault Frank, this is that shot callers fault."

Frank's face hardened, "don't worry, I know."

It took five hours for someone to come out to give them an update, by that time, the hospital had moved them into a private waiting room, and everyone was there, half of Anvil, Curtis, Mat and Foggy, David, Sarah and the kids.

Frank could tell by the look on the doctor's face that things weren't good, but he asked nonetheless, "how is he doc?"

The doctor took a deep breath, "your friend is still in surgery, it's likely he'll be in there for a few more hours. He had some deep lacerations to his face but we're hopeful that his vision is still fully intact, and it doesn't look like there is any damage to the underlying essential nerves or structures, so while he may still have numbness, he will be able to move his face."

There was more, "his jaw and throat are also fine. The breaks in his arm and leg are minor considering everything and set easy. The issue is with his brain, there's swelling and multiple skull fractures. The Neurosurgeon is still working to control bleeding and patching what she can, but right now, we're not sure if he will wake up or what condition he'll be in if he does."

Frank nodded, "thanks, keep us updated please?"

The doctor nodded, "of course, we're trying our best Mr Castle, someone will be out in a few hours when the neurosurgeon knows more."

****

It took eleven hours for them to put Billy back together, cutting, gluing and sticking for Billy to come out with his head wrapped in bandages and a tube down his throat so he could breathe. Sarah had taken the kids home to sleep, but no one else had left and there was a slowly growing pile of coffee cups in the bin.

The same doctor came out looking haggard but assured and despite Frank's sire muscles, he was up in a flash, "what's the news?"

The doctors didn't offer him a smile, but it wasn't a frown either, "we don't know. He has a brain injury, a very serious one at that, but, he did maintain his airway when we did a breathing trial. We have him in a medically induced coma right now to give him brain and body time to rest but the fact that he was breathing on his own, even if it was for thirty seconds, is a good thing."

The whole waiting room relaxed, "right now, we have no idea if or when he'll wake up, it could be in a week, it could be never. If he does wake up and has function, he will need significant rehab to be able to return to some semblance of normal life. We don't want to give you false hope right now, but so far, the signs are good."

****

Billy was in the ICU for a month. On day five, they brought him out of the coma and pulled the tube from his throat. On day ten, he started to show some signs of activity but a twitch here and there was nothing special occurring to the neurosurgeon.

They had taken shifts, a constant rotation of people in and out so Billy was never alone. The nurses even put a cot in the room so someone could stay there overnight.

Every day for a month, they spent hours hanging on the doctor's every word, watching the nurses turn him to prevent bed sores, getting updates from the physiotherapists as they worked on him to keep his body working and talking to Billy in hopes that it kept his brain active.

Come the end of the month, there was a sadness in the air as they moved him to the long term care ward. The doctors would tell them every day that they were hopeful, that there were tiny improvements here and there that showed he might be getting better but deep down, they all thought the same thing, he had a few months of the same care in the hospital before he was shipped off some else to rot and die.

Frank refused to leave Billy's side the day of his move, sitting there with a bobbing leg holding his hand while he lives on coffee and cheap hospital food. When Curtis came for his shift, Frank's leg refused to carry him out.

Curtis placed a warm hand on Frank's back and sat on the chair next to him, hoping to give him some comforting words, "this is Billy we're talking about here Frank, he's going to get through this."

Frank shook his head, "and if he does and wakes up a zombie? He's said it before Curt, he doesn't want to turn out like his mother."

Curtis shook his head, "when Bily wakes up, we both know he will work like a dog until he can leave here on his own two feet."

Frank swallowed, his eyes filling with tears, "I can't lose him Curt, he's.."

Curtis cut him off, "Billy's one tough motherfucker, he'll pull through, I can feel it in my bones." He gave Frank and hearty slap, "now go home, or I'll call Karen and have her drag you home."

That had Frank up, "alright, no need to call in backup, I'm going."

Curt stood up and wrapped his arms around his friend, "we're going to get through this, don't worry."

Five months later

Hazel sighed, her eyes heavy as she dragged her feet from her station in the peds ward to long term care across the sky bridge and down the hall. It's a journey she had made every day since she started working two at the hospital years ago. She followed the same routine each time, arrive at the ward, grab a coffee and take her break with her best friend, Lizabeth. 

She leaned against the table in the breakroom and rubbed her face, the double shift hitting her like a truck as she watched the people outside, "Who's the new patient? He seems pretty popular." 

Hazel sipped her coffee as Lizabeth spoke, "Willaim Russo, some hot shot military contractor. He got a face full of glass and a TBI in that bomb blast a few months ago." 

Hazel thought for a moment, "wait, does he run a company called Anvil?" 

She nodded, "yeah, most of his visiters are his friends, why do you ask?"

Hazel sighed, "because it's a small world."

"Excuse me," no response, so she tried someone else, "miss.." People were rude here. Hazel really didn't want to be late, she couldn't imagine it would look good if she didn't show up to get the keys to her shoebox apartment.

She was going to give up when a man caught her eye, he was handsome, almost insultingly so but even in his very nice suit, he looked like he had lived a thousand years without sleep. She stuck out her hand and waved, "Sir, sir, can I please have a moment of your time, I just need some directions." 

To her relief, the man smiled and slowed, "of course ma'am, where were you headed?" He gave her an easy smile, his teeth blindly white, 

Halez pulled out her huge map and pointed to a street "Newport Properties, they said to go to seventh but then someone at seventh said to come here, I'm about as lost as a bee in the dark." 

The man laughed, "you're on the right track. Get on the next train and then get off in seven stops, it should be easy from there." 

Hazel smiled, "thank you so much, you're a saint." 

The man smiled, "no worried ma'am, take care of yourself." 

Hazel walked away only to realise that she had a million more questions and if her track record was anything to go by, she wasn't going to find someone else to answer them. 

"Wait." 

He turned around and walked back over, "still lost?" There was a charm in his voice. 

She nodded, "yep, like I said, as a bee in the dark." 

He gave her a look, "how about I sit next to you, you can ask me all the questions you want?" 

She smiled, but her brain caught up to her good nature, "you're not a serial killer, are you?" 

He chuckled, "no, ma'am, I'm not, I promise." 

Hazel sighed, "I really don't want to take up any more of your time." 

The man shook his head and stuck out his hand, "it's no bother, ma'am. I'm Billy." 

Hazel accepted his hand, it was warm and calloused, "Hazel, it's nice to meet you Billy." 

The train arrived soon after and they got on, Billy pushing way to get them both a seat, "so what do you want to know Hazel?" 

She shrugged, "how do I get from Hell's Kitchen to New york General?"  

Billy held back his smile and pointed to the map in her hand, she passed it to him and he opened it across their laps, taking time to answer her questions as he showed her where to go. 

"You working there?" 

She nodded, "I'm a nurse in the peds ward, it's meant to be one of the best." 

Billy looked her over, she was beautiful, "yeah, I've heard that too. How long have you been a nurse?" 

She smiled softly, "ten years, I love it. What do you do?" 

Billy's face was a neutral mask, "I just got out of the Marines, I'm actually on my way to look at a property for my new company." 

Hazel's face changed as if she was trying to read his thoughts, "you're starting your own company, that's awesome, good for you." 

Billy smiled, "thanks, most people pick up the Marine thing." 

She shook her head, "I'm sure you hear thank you for your service all the time, most of the time, it doesn't mean anything. I'm guessing you're a bit sick of the platitude." 

For the first time in a long time, Billy was stumped, "wow, people usually aren't that honest. And yeah, I do get a bit sick of hearing it, most people don't mean it." 

Hazel huffed, "humans aren't known for their understanding." 

There was a sadness in her voice that Billy understood, "I'm sure you've been on the receiving end of the same thing a few times before?

She nodded, "yep, you can only eat so much cheap pizza before you realise that the pizza should be a raise and more paid time off." 

Billy laughed, it was hearty and filled with warmth, "don't I know that. Speaking of which, have you tried any yet?" 

Hazel shook her head, "I've been too busy, plus, everyone says to go somewhere different, and bad pizza is just sad." 

Billy pointed to the man, "Mama Magda's, you won't get anywhere better." 

Hazel's smile grew, "ok, I trust you, even though I only met you," she looked at her watch, "fifteen minutes ago." 

Billy shook his head, "what else to you want to know?" 

She blinked, "so much." 

They talked for what seemed like seconds but it wasn't, with the last chime, Billy's smile faded, "this is your stop." 

Hazel mirrored him, "oh, that was so fast, I though it was going to take ages." 

Billy shook his head, "nah. You better go, you don't want to be late." 

She stood up, and the train slowed, and then Billy pulled something from his pocket, "here's my number, call if you get lost again." 

He passed her the card and she smiled again, "thank you Billy, you're a lifesaver." 

Hazel sighed, the money fading. "I met him on the train on my first day in the city. I had no idea where I was going, so he sat next to me until I got to the right stop. I always meant to send something to his office to thank him but I lost his card unpacking, I'm glad he has people."

Lizabeth smiled, "yeah, it's good to see. How's it over in the land of little ones?"

Hazel chuckled and sighed, "great, we had one of those petting zoos in the yard today, the kids had fun."

Lizabeth raised an eyebrow, "and you didn't?"

"You know I did, there's no need to make fun of me." Hazel's tone held no offence.

"I'm not making fun of you, I just know how you get around poor little things in need of love." She could tell Lizabeth didn't just mean animals and children.

"Oh shut up Lizzy."

Three weeks later

"Can we at least move between wards?" No one was happy about the meeting, but the joy of outbreaks meant they had to.

The director nodded, "You can move between wards if you are fully vaccinated and follow infection protocol, but we ask that you use discretion and don't go where there aren't infections already. It might only be measles but we can't take any chances."

Hazel rolled her eyes and turned to her friend sitting next to her, "well Lizzy, looks like we need to bring back teased hair and rainbow pants because we're back in the eighties."

Lizabeth huffed, "we're on infection number two, I don't think it will be long before half the ward goes down."

Hazel rubbed her face, "let's hope it doesn't last long, they said it would be three weeks until we reassess, but who knows."

"We can only hope, there's only so many of us and you know how fast my guys go down without company." Lizabeth's tone was a mix of anger and worry.

Hazel sighed, "you don't need to tell me, maybe you'll get more staff?"

The look Lizzy gave her took Hazel all she needed to know.

Six weeks later

The walk between wards had become less of a way to pass the time and turned into a lifeline, a few moments away from the bright colours and loud noise to rest in the quiet of a place now devoid of anyone else but unconscious patients and staff.

Hazel and Lizabeth clinked their paper cups together and swigged their coffees, "so much for three weeks, it's looking grim here."

Lizabeth rubbed her face, "yeah, it's feeling grim too but we're trying."

Hazel drummed her fingers against the wall, "I know I'm not suppose to ask but how's Mr Russo doing?"

Lizabeth looked at her friend, she noticed how her eyes would flick to his room every now and then, "like the rest of them. My day is a mess of backsliding and fielding calls from people wanting to come and see their loved ones."

A few moments passed before Hazel spoke, "you need more people right?" Her friend nodded, "I'll come in, admin will be fine with me coming in as long as they don't need to pay me. I'll finish my shift then start a four hour volunteer one. Give me two patients and I'll read to them."

Lizabeth smiled, "as long as Russo's one of them?"

She knew Hazel didn't mean anything malicious by it, she just wanted to return the favour for helping her on the train. "Yeah, I owe him and I never got to thank him for helping me, better that that never right?"

Lizabeth chuckled, "sure. I'll get the paperwork for you when we walk by the desk."

Hazled smiled, "thank you Lizzy."

Two days later

Hazel took a deep breath, book in hand and walked into Billy's room. She had no idea where she was going to start or what to say, she felt kind of silly but nevertheless, she owed him something and she was going to pay him back. 

She pulled up a chair and sat by the bed, taking his hand in hers, "I'm Hazel, you probably don't remember but you helped me a few years ago on the train when I got lost. I meant to call you but I lost your card when I was unpacking and when I looked up your company but I couldn't find your direct line and I didn't want to be weird." 

Billy could hear her voice as her name entered his ears and her face flashed through his skull, "as lost as a bee in the dark." He wanted to respond, squeeze the warm hand in his, do anything to let her know he was there but he couldn't 

Hazel sighed, "I know you have people but they're not allowed here right now so I thought I'd fill in, not that I'm much of a substitute. I brought a book, I didn't want to pick anything that would bore you but I was worried about nightmares, so I picked Murder on the Orient Express. I figure if you haven't read it, working out who the killer is will give your brain something to do." 

Billy wanted desperately to speak, to let her know that nothing could be worse than the darkness he felt as the hours passed him. 

She cleared her throat, "I spend most of my time reading to children, so you'll have to forgive if you feel like you're listening to a Disney movie." 

"Better that Frank reading me the paper." Billy thought to himself. 

"It was five o’clock on a winter’s morning in Syria. Alongside the platform at Aleppo stood the train grandly designated in railway guides as the Taurus Express. It consisted of a kitchen and dining-car, a sleeping-car and two local coaches. 

By the step leading up into the sleeping-car stood a young French lieutenant, resplendent in uniform conversing, with a small man muffled up to the ears of whom nothing was visible but a pink-tipped nose and the two points of an upward-curled moustache." 

The story went on and Billy felt like he had a movie playing in his head, her voice faded in and out but he always managed to stay tethered to its strands until a buzzing sent him flying back into his withering shell, "I'm sorry Billy, that's my cue to leave but I'll be back tomorrow ok and we'll pick up where we left off." 

She squeezed his hand one last time and stood up, and Billy willed himself to move at least one finger, and to his despair, it happened just as her footsteps faded away. 

Part 2

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Nona the Ninth John chapter verses

After finishing going through the symbols in the chapter headings I wasn’t sure about doing the same for the verses referred to in the John chapters, because it seems that someone had solved those as a code, but there are quite a few pretty good ones that feel relevant, so let’s go. I am no bible scholar and have next to zero Christian background so I’m keeping the parallels discussion within brackets and am mostly going to describe the chapter. Quotes from the New International Version. 

John 20:8 – “Finally the other disciple, who had reached the tomb first, also went inside. He saw and believed.” John begins his story of the end of Earth. At the end its revealed he’s talking to Harrow (who had, of course, reached the Tomb first).

John 5:20 – “For the Father loves the Son and shows him all he does. Yes, and he will show him even greater works than these, so that you will be amazed.” John’s cryo plan is scrapped but when the electricity maintaining their experimental bodies is shut, the bodies he touched stayed incorruptible. (the first miracle, the start of his great work)

John 15:23 – “Whoever hates me hates my Father as well.” John's necromantic ability keeps developing up to the point where he can move dead bodies, and names Ulysses and Titania. (not sure on this one)

John 5:18 – “For this reason they tried all the more to kill him; not only was he breaking the Sabbath, but he was even calling God his own Father, making himself equal with God.” The group continues figuring out what John can and cannot do, attempt to figure out how they can use this ability to help the save the Earth, and get attention to themselves by streaming. (‘Two scientists, an engineer, a detective, a lawyer, and an artist walk into a bar to help me become God’)

John 8:1 – “but Jesus went to the Mount of Olives.” (This verse is the beginning of John 8:1-11 where people gathered to be taught by Jesus, where he proclaims of the woman caught in the act of adultery “Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.”) People start coming to see John and he heals some of them. The government calls his group a cult and attempt a police raid. John makes the cow wall. (tenuous, but some parallels with the gathering of people and an attempt by those in power to undermine what is perceived as a cult?)

John 19:18 – “There they crucified him, and with him two others—one on each side and Jesus in the middle.” John’s group faces severe political backlash. John starts attempting a true resurrection and figuring out the soul. They discover that their old backers were making a new plan involving FTL, which they think is incredibly suspicious, and dismissed their old cryo plan with the criticisms they made themselves. (ouch)

John 5:1 – “Some time later, Jesus went up to Jerusalem for one of the Jewish festivals.” (The beginning of John 5:1-9, where Jesus tells the invalid “Get up! Pick up your mat and walk.” and at once cures him) John gets approached by an unnamed group to fake the life of their dead leader. The FTL project gets international approval and the group’s objections get ignored. They find out their client is a nation-state and A- and M- negotiate them a nuke. (I can see John quoting "Get up! Pick up your mat and walk” as he puppets the guy around, just for kicks)

John 3:20 – “Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that their deeds will be exposed” The FTL backers lie like hell in the face of John’s evidence that they weren’t building enough ships to meet their claims. John leans hard into the necromancer cult thing. (this verse is so alarmingly relevant that I’m marvelling how Tamsyn Muir puts in a code at the same time)

John 9:22 – “His parents said this because they were afraid of the Jewish leaders, who already had decided that anyone who acknowledged that Jesus was the Messiah would be put out of the synagogue.” (this verse refers to Jesus healing the blind man and the disbelief in his miracle) John gets a lot of new cultists. A gunfight breaks out among them and five people die, John uses their deaths to kill everyone in the vicinity with a firearm. (don’t think there’s a direct link here)

John 1:20 – “He did not fail to confess, but confessed freely, “I am not the Messiah.”” John kills Earth and the whole solar system, creates Alecto, and fails to stop the trillionaires from escaping. (this one is just. wow)

John 5:4 – “For an angel went down at a certain season into the pool, and troubled the water: whosoever then first after the troubling of the water stepped in was made whole of whatsoever disease he had.” (This verse comes from the King James Bible, because apparently its not found in most modern translations.) Harrow asks John her questions and they skim through the resurrection itself and what comes after. John says there’ll be no forgiveness, not for himself nor those who left. Harrow decides to find out what happened to the souls that didn’t enter the River, to understand God for herself, and steps into the River, walking towards the Tower. (Harrow would be so upset at being compared to an angel, which amuses me. I love that this ‘missing’ controversial verse is for the chapter where Harrow and John break character from the dream and Harrow questions John’s narrative.)

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How to Make Cards on Cricut Joy: An Easy Guide for Beginners

Hey friends! Are you here to learn how to make cards on Cricut Joy? This blog is going to be very helpful, and I will teach you to create your greeting cards. Be it a birthday card or any other invitation card, you can make it all with the simple steps that I am going to show you in this blog.

Recently, I made beautiful and cute cards for my mom. You won’t believe I created it at the last minute when I had nothing to buy from the shop. Since I was already late, I was looking for something special. Therefore, the idea of making this custom card came to my mind. But my mom says sharing is caring, so here I will share step-by-step instructions on how to make cards with Cricut. Let’s start!

Step 1: Choose a Card Design

Before teaching you how to make cards on Cricut Joy, I want you to find the best design that you can create. However, selecting a suitable card design is the foremost thing. Below, I have explained in detail how to find the card design from the Cricut app:

First, launch the Design Space and go to the Canvas.

On the left-hand toolbar, click on the Projects tab.

On the top, you will see a drop-down menu adjacent to the search box.

Choose Cards from the drop-down menu and select a design that you like.

Click on the design that you like and know the materials you will need to create the card.

Once you have found the design of your choice, then you have to hit the Make It button given in the lower right corner.

After a window appears, select the On Card Mat and then click on the Cutaway Card + Backer option as the material.

Step 2: Preparing the Card Mat

In case you don’t know what a cutaway card is, it is nothing but a pre-made card with an adhesive present inside the front. In other words, you don’t have to use stencil images. Let’s follow the steps below to see the procedure for preparing a cutaway card and cutting card mat:

Here, you have to remove the paper liner from the inside of your card.

Then, place the backer sheet onto the adhesive with the colored side facing down towards the adhesive.

Be sure to apply pressure firmly so that it sticks really well.

After that, you will need to take a card mat and then peel off the plastic liner from the top of the mat.

Then, place the card onto the adhesive mat.

Finally, we are ready to move to the next section, where we will actually learn how to make cards on Cricut Joy. Let’s proceed!

Step 3: Cutting Your Design

Now, we are going to cut the design on Cricut Joy that we created on Design Space. First of all, you have to connect it via Bluetooth. Once you have set up the machine then, you can press the Go button to insert the cutting mat into your Cricut machine.

In case your design requires you to use a pen, then you need to add the pen to your machine. Post this, you will be asked to insert the blade to cut the rest of your design.

The Joy machine will cut your cardstock only from the front side, except for the backing paper. This is really cool! Then, it will take a couple of minutes to finish the cutting. However, the time also depends on the complexity of your design.

Step 4: Take Off the Card From Your Cricut Mat

Cutting is done; now let’s move to the next process, where we will unload the mat and weed the design. Be sure to remove the mat gently and utilize the weeding tool in order to peel off the extra materials. For intricate or small designs, weeding tools are a must to avoid the risk of tearing your design.

But after removing the design from the mat, you should also use the scraper tool to remove the residue from the mat, as it will increase the life of your card mat.

Step 5: Assemble Your Greeting Card

At last, we will assemble the various pieces of cards together to make a complete card. To assemble, I will simply slide each corner of the insert paper into the cutout, as shown in the image below.

Despite this, the cards’ different colors look good when assembled together.

Here’s the final project!

Looks beautiful, No? Trust this is the best card for offering to your mother on her special occasions, such as birthdays or Anniversaries.

Now I have explained how to make cards on Cricut Joy; you have two choices. Create your own design or upload the ready-made design from the Cricut software to transform your project to the next level.

FAQs

Question 1: Is it possible to make cards using Cricut Joy?

Answer: Creating professional-looking cars has never been so easy, thanks to Cricut Joty, which has made my work so easy. These kinds of cards are easy to make, and yes, it is true that you can create the cards using basic supplies. All you need is the cardstock material with your Cricut Joy. Along with this, you have to use the supported Cricut software that will work suitably on your computer or mobile. The best part of this software is that it supports different devices like Mac and Windows, etc.

Question 2: Should I prefer Cricut Joy for creating cards?

Answer: Absolutely, yes! In fact, I would say this is one of the best tools that can create the cards that you want to make. It provides professional results that will stand out without any problem. Also, Cricut has designed this tool in such a way that it can withstand all types of materials. Although the list of materials it can cut is lesser than the other cutting machines, it is still worth it. Besides, it can cut anything within one minute so you don’t need to worry about the speed as well. 

Question 3: What types of insert cards can I use for my Cricut?

Answer: Cricut inserts are very well designed for use with two Cricut Joy series such as Cricut Joy and Cricut Joy Xtra. This card helps in the making process of Cricut cards, which is not possible with any other Cricut machine. Besides, Cricut card mats are engineered by top engineers who know how it is going to work, so they support and protect the back of the folder card while you are cutting the design from the front.

Final Thoughts

The blog explains how to make cards on Cricut Joy in 5 simple steps. In the first step, I am talking about how easily you can find the design from Design Space. In the next step, you will need to prep your card mat so that you can start cutting your design on Cricut Joy. After that, cutting will be done on the machine, and then your design will be ready!

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Chapter by chapter guide

What is Web3? 2.Center thoughts of Web3 3.For what reason do brands need to watch out for Web3 patterns? 4.What is moving in Web3? Fundamental Web3 patterns not to be missed in 2023 5.Social DeFi 6.DeFi/Crypto Hazard Protection 7.NFT Liquidity Devices 9.High level Exchanging Devices For DEX 10.UX-Accommodating DeFi Yield Applications 11.Ascent of Move-to-Procure Applications 12.Standard Brand NFTs 13.Straightforwardness 14.Market Combination (Acquisitions/Organizations) 15.What is the eventual fate of Web3? 16.Summary

Center thoughts of Web3 Despite the fact that it’s trying to give an inflexible definition or illustration of what Web3 is, a couple of center standards guide its creation.

Web3 is decentralized: Because of the decentralized idea of Web3, proprietorship is divided between its makers and buyers as opposed to being overwhelmed by tech monsters. Web3 is permissionless: Nobody is banned from partaking in Web 3.0 in light of the fact that it is permissionless; everybody has impartial access.

For what reason do brands need to watch out for Web3 patterns? Web3 is imagined as a historic methodology for organizations to establish decentralized virtual conditions and computerized personalities utilizing innovation, computerized cash, advanced workmanship and other computerized resources. Cryptography is a safety effort utilized by the web to safeguard client secrecy.

What is moving in Web3? Primary Web3 patterns not to be missed in 2023 The following are 9 web improvement drifts at present acquiring fame and will be essential for the 2023 business development.

Social DeFi alludes to a scope of applications and stages that plan to make it simpler for individuals to interface and cooperate with one another utilizing digital money. A portion of the basic elements of social DeFi include:

DeFi/Crypto Chance Protection In spite of the fact that putting resources into DeFi, cryptographic forms of money and computerized collectibles can create tremendous benefits, it likewise conveys a few natural dangers, including the chance of false exercises, double-dealing, and mat pulls. Numerous financial backers are shifting focus over to protection to diminish these dangers and shield their resources, especially considering the LUNA and FTX occasions that happened in 2022.

NFT Liquidity Instruments In the domain of Web 3.0, NFT liquidity has for some time been an issue. Due to their notoriously low liquidity, proprietors find it trying to transform these resources into cash.

High level Exchanging Instruments For DEX Decentralized trades (DEXs) need for refined exchanging instruments, similar to stop-misfortune capacity, has been one of the significant obstructions to DEXs’ (DEXs’) inescapable reception.

UX-Accommodating DeFi Yield Applications Since DeFi is still generally new, creators and early shoppers make up the vast majority of its client base. Blockchain Software Development Companies Nonetheless, as DeFi creates, its instruments are being utilized all the more habitually by web clients, standard customers and a bigger gathering of customary financial backers.

Standard Brand NFTs Non-fungible tokens, otherwise called NFTs, are another advanced resource type that has drawn in much interest of late. They are unique, exceptional things that can’t be traded for different things with a comparable worth. NFTs were first made renowned in painting, however they have since collected fame in different fields, like sports, music, and gaming.

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Moves initiated Expansion in doxxed teams(members’ personalities are known) More undertakings unveil all task wallets and Depository tends to they own.

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What is the fate of Web3? Complex programming applications, similar to those for pharmacotherapy or environment models, may benefit significantly from Web 3.0 creation. In 2023, more organizations will probably depend on Web 2.0 components as opposed to their own simulated intelligence/ML calculations to work on their computerized administrations.

What bearing do you see Web3 taking? Web3 is depicted as an assortment of guidelines for the new web, which is the most intelligent explanation. In reality, the scope of Web 3’s purposes is a point that is regularly raised while examining the innovation’s future. The best delineation to help similar thoughts is the metaverse.

Summary

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Cricut puzzle maker

It works well with moderate detail but not fine, intricate cutting. It is recommended for use with thicker materials such as balsa wood, mat board, and chipboard up to 3/32" thick. The Knife Blade is only compatible with the Maker. It should be used with the Cricut Pink FabricGrip Cutting Mat which is made of a stronger, more dense material that will withstand the intense pressures of the rotary cutting process. Anything smaller than 3/4" may cause the blade to scrape as it tries to make a small turn, which could leave gouges in your mat, and may diminish the life of the blade. Your design needs to be 3/4" or larger when using Rotary Blade. It is recommended for use with fabrics (without needed to bond the back!) and other soft, delicate, or less-dense materials, such as tissue paper and cork. It is part of the QuickSwap tools, which feature a special gear housing (see image). The Rotary Blade is only compatible with the Maker. Perfect for using with sewing, applique & embroidery designs. This helps prolong the life of the blade. It has pink housing to match the Cricut Pink Fabric Cutting Mat so that you could easily recognize that your blade and mat were dedicated to cutting fabric. It is the same blade as the Premium Fine Cut Blade. The fabric must be bonded or it will get ripped and stretched while cutting. It is recommended for more intricate cuts on bonded fabrics or fabrics with an iron-on backer. The Bonded Fabric Blade can be used with both the Maker & the Explore family of machines. It has a steeper angled tip and is made of harder, more durable steel. Try using this blade to cut your earring svg templates. It is recommended for intricate cuts on thicker materials, such as a magnets, chipboard, stamp material, thick card stock, stiffened felt, foam sheets, cardboard, and some fabrics. The Deep Cut Blade can be used with both the Maker & the Explore family of machines. The housing used to be silver but is now gold. It works extremely well with fine, delicate cuts, such as mandala svg designs. It is recommended for use with paper, card stock, poster board, vinyl, iron-on, and other thin to medium weight materials. The Premium Fine Cut Blade can be used with both the Maker & the Explore family of machines. Currently there are 11 blade tools available. What are the different Cricut Blades used for?Ĭricut offers blades for the Maker & the Explore family of die cutting machines. Let's look at each blade and see what materials it can be used on and also which machine it is compatible with. Vector Art (T Shirts, Stickers, Transfers)

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Tailor Steve who meets Billy years later and things 👀 happen 👀

This got long as hell so here’s an ao3 link ~

• • • • • • •

“Come in!”

Steve had heard the bell on his door but was more so telling himself to get through the maze of his studio to enter the shopfront to see a smiling woman and -

“Hargrove?”

For a long second, Billy Hargrove just stared at him. Shorter hair now, and a gold stud in his ear, but still the same sun-soaked freckles and hot blue eyes. Then, like a memory plucked right out of the water’s of Steve’s brain to smack him like a fish, Billy grinned. “Harrington. The one and only.”

“You know each other?” the woman asked. Steve focused on smiling at her and holding out his hand.

“We went to high school together. Like, a million years ago.”

“Maybe nine or so,” Billy corrected. Steve took the moment that the woman glanced at Billy running his hand through a shelf of fabrics to swallow for composure.

“What can I help you two with today?”

Dark, hazel eyes followed her hand reaching behind Billy’s back as she narrated, “This one needs a suit. We haven’t been able to find anything he likes, so Mr. High Standards needs one custom.”

Steve nodded. Suits were not his favorite things to make, but he’d done it before. “Sure. What’s the occasion?”

“White tie event,” she said.

“Oh. Classy,” Steve remarked, but he started observing these two with a more appraising eye. He didn’t remember Billy having money, but...a long time had passed. “If you don’t mind me asking, are you his manager?”

She blinked vacantly at him before epiphany made her laugh. “I’m his partner. His personal assistant needed a break from this errand.”

Steve laughed with her and strolled to the other side of the shop. “Oh, then I should show you the expensive fabrics, in case you get inspired.”

Even Billy chuckled at that, but they soon had to separate for Steve to do his job and for the lady to duck out for her own errands. Billy sauntered behind Steve into his studio behind the shop: a largish room with a couple of island counters featuring cutting mats and padding for needles to stick right into the table top.

Billy’s fingertips slid over the silk satin of a half-finished garment on one of the tables. With a measured breath, he said each word carefully, like he were calculating as he said, “When did you get into sewing?”

Steve inhaled deeply to sigh, “Well. When your dad ironically cuts you off while still demanding that you attend hoity toity dinners...you learn how to make cheap stuff work. Turns out, I’m kinda good at this.”

Billy slowly turned to take in the whole room: the shelves of things he had seen but didn’t know what they did. A pegboard that looked straight out of a garage but instead carried a whole rainbow-organized display of threads as well as more scissors than Billy thought a person needed. Square shelves of fabric next to horizontal rows of fabric bolts.

“I’d say you’re more than good at this. You own a couture business.”

“I got a backer,” he elaborated with a nervous smile. “A, uh, few. Some old ladies aren’t just rose perfume and mothballs. When they asked where I got my clothes and I said I made them, livelihood wasn’t such a bleak thing anymore. But anyways, take your time going through these catalogues.”

Billy focused on the thick tomes of magazines Steve heaved onto one of the tables. The latter prompted, “I remember you seemed to know what you liked, so...find stuff you like, and then I’ll take your measurements.”

A warm smirk moved Billy’s features as he took Steve’s place before the magazines. He spared a moment to watch Steve go around the room to the other table, working while Billy perused.

The magazine featured editorial quality images of various tuxedos, as well as pattern spreads and instructions on making one’s own patterns based on the styles within. Billy lazily turned the pages until he did start to see things he liked.

“This.”

Steve perked up and came around to see the images. Billy felt his warmth through the air as he pointed. “The higher waist?”

Billy hummed a confirming sound but turned the page to another example. “But the round labels.”

“Sure. Do you want coattails?”

“No.”

“Okay. How shiny do you want it to be?”

“Just like this. Shiny lapels but only semi-gloss on everything else. Not matte, or it’ll be dusty.”

Steve lifted his eyes with a smile. “Not all blacks are the same black. Let me show you.”

Billy felt a chill as his warmth moved elsewhere. Plucked a pile of folded fabric from one of the cubby shelves to scatter and compare on the table. “Velvet looks great, but I don’t recommend it unless you want to be a walking lint roller. Still, some blacks look really good without being shiny.”

Steve wasn’t wrong. Billy liked how velvet absorbed light and soon touched the same alternative fabric on which Steve had his hand. “This one.”

Steve brightened. “It’s good, right? I need to order more, though. How soon is your shindig?”

“A month. Is that enough time?”

Steve’s glow dimmed somewhat. “I’ll need to order it with express shipping, but - ”

“I’ll pay,” Billy disregarded.

“No, I didn’t mean that. Just - it might be down to the wire, that’s all. If you’re busy, regular fittings might be hard to do.”

“I can make time. Order it,” Billy finished before he meandered to the cubbies with silk alternatives. “And a waistcoat?”

Steve’s brows lifted and he scratched his forehead in a fleeting gesture, that hand moving right into a help yourself movement. Billy tossed the stack of silk onto the table, the fabric sliding like a deck of cards in front of Steve’s waiting hands. He moved them one by one over Billy’s selected body fabric until he selected the right one for the lapels, but then Billy lifted a different one for the waistcoat. A deep red that moved like black ink in the shadow, or golden-orange sunlight right where the light struck it. The floral pattern woven into it shined or receded into the shadow.

“It’s a white tie event, you said?” Steve clarified. “Those are usually very penguin-esc, right?”

“Penguins have colors,” Billy disregarded. “I like this.”

“It’s a dupioni silk. It’s woven with two different threads so it has that duo-chrome effect, but it also has this linear texture that some people don’t like. This is going to be very bright if it’s your whole waistcoat.”

Billy did not verbally agree with that, but instead said, “Line my jacket with it and make it the back of the vest. I want to see it, even if I’m the only one who knows it’s there.”

Steve set it with the other stack of fabrics and made some notes on pad of paper. Tearing those off, he pinned them directly to the table beside the stack. Billy’s eyes tracked every movement; how Steve lay on his stomach to write, halfway crawling on the table with a certain familiarity like -

“You move like you live here.”

Standing once more, Steve flashed a smile and laughed, “Yeah, I do. I mean, stuff needs to be ready for clients, right?”

But Billy leaned against the table while looking behind them at a very discrete door. The glass window revealed it to be covering a narrow staircase. “What’s up there?”

“My loft.”

“Then you have a weak excuse to be late for anything.”

Steve didn’t have a response for that. So he neglected to give one and instead held up his measuring tape. “Can I measure you while you look at white silks?”

Billy removed his casual jacket and easily picked a gentle off-white for the front of his waistcoat. Steve, meanwhile, tickled his skin by moving the tape across his shirt, measuring the mantle of his shoulders. He had a whole pre-made diagram printed out that he filled in with all of Billy’s measurements.

Billy let Steve move his limbs how ever he needed them. Felt the slide of the tape and the rustle of textile as he cinched the tape around his arms. Heard the soft hush of Steve’s breath as he moved the tape around Billy’s torso. Chest. Waist. Hips. Knelt on the floor for his outer leg and inseam.

The scratch of the pencil was loud on the paper.

“Okay. I think you’re good for today.”

Billy swallowed and started easing his arms back into his jacket sleeves before deciding against it. Too warm.

“When do you want me back?”

“I can have your waistcoat done as early as this weekend. I’d suggest picking out a shirt or two, and then come in ready to try those on with the vest. My appointment calendar is out front.”

Billy led the way this time to the shopfront, but lingered behind the counter beside Steve. The latter withdrew a large calendar meant to be hung up on a wall, but Billy watched his name get written in ink, and paid the consultation deposit.

Come the weekend, he arrived alone.

Steve poked his head out of the studio when the bell chimed on the door. “Hey! Can you wait a few minutes? I’m just finishing up.”

Billy did, and smiled kindly at the prior client leaving. Or rather, clients.

Billy walked right into the studio after the shop door twittered closed and found Steve putting away the materials for the mother and daughter. Billy teased, “Princess gown for a birthday or something?”

Steve glanced at him and corrected, “Ballet apparel. Activewear is not a regular commission for me, but when your kid is allergic to every kind of plastic out there, you need to have a hookup for natural fibers with stretch. Do you have a shirt picked out?”

Billy lifted the pair of shirts in his hand, still ironed and folded perfectly so he looked like a waiter holding a tray. Steve moved a sapphire velvet curtain that revealed a closet or butler’s pantry that had been renovated into a changing room. “Take your time, and here’s your vest. Be gentle. I haven’t finished the seams.”

Steve’s words petered off as he watched Billy’s mouth part at the sight of the vest. It was small, simple, but the little curve of relief and intrigue on his features seemed...genuine. More genuine than how Billy walked with a meticulous, conscious gait. In high school it had been all hauteur and bravado. Now it was quiet and controlled; the difference between a wild cat running versus walking.

The curtain shut behind him and Steve allowed himself his own smile of fascinated relief. Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove were known for not getting along. Meeting by chance now, years later, was...nice. Whatever had happened and changed in Billy’s life seemed to be doing him much better than the shit show of high school. Steve could hardly fault him with his own home life circumstances.

Yes, it helped to have a client who was extremely attractive. Steve used to despise Billy all the more for being handsome and knowing it, but now he made a note in Billy’s client papers to later ask if he’d let a photographer get some shots for Steve’s portfolio. It would be nice to show clients his own work as often as the magazines.

And he really hated making suits, so he didn’t have many of those to show off.

“Steve,” he heard a second before the brass hoops scraped with the curtain opening. He came around to see Billy in the shirt and vest, cuffs and collar wide open. Between the white front and the vampire sunset on the back, Billy looked like an ember in a smithy fire.

Steve put his hands on his hips and smiled. “What do you think?”

Billy rotated to see himself in the massive mirror again. “I like it. But not this strap.”

He reached behind him to touch the adjustable strap behind his waist. Steve offered, “Do you want it perfectly tailored to you? I can do that, but the fittings might take longer.”

“That’s fine. Should I take this off?”

“Nope. Just stand still.”

Steve reached for something on one of the tables and set a magnet covered in pins beside them before turning Billy all the way around by the shoulders. With the reflection at his disposal, Billy heard and watched Steve seam rip the back of the waistcoat. The strap and buckle landed on the table, tossed aside. Steve pulled a white pencil from behind his ear and marked things Billy couldn’t see.

Every so often, Steve peeked up to also use the mirror. Billy felt the fabric cinch around his waist during these time, like Steve wanted to make sure it looked right from the front.

Billy blinked out of a reverie when Steve’s arms wrapped around his front to undo the buttons. “Gently. You’re full of pins back here.”

Billy let him ease the vest off his shoulders and stepped out of it. Steve laid it carefully on the table and asked, “I have a mockup started of your jacket. Do you want to try it? It’s still rough.”

“I’ll try it.”

It certainly was rough. Billy felt like he was wearing painter’s canvas, and it did not have the lapels yet, but the silhouette looked right.

By that point, the bell on the door chimed and Steve ushered, “Take your time changing. I’ll be right back.”

But Steve didn’t come back.

Billy switched back into his comfortable clothes and emerged upon Steve laughing and chatting with his girlfriend. She cocked her hip, weight bouncing to one side when she saw him. “There you are. How’s it going?”

Steve slouched with his elbows on the calendar. Billy heard himself reply, “Good. Real good. What do I owe you?”

Steve shook his head and reached for a pen. “Just fitting appointments till it’s done.”

Billy looked at the calendar and pointed to an available date while he asked, “Did the fabric get here?”

Steve wrote his name and answered, “It should be here a couple of days before I see you again. You’ll be able to try on the vest and pants.”

Billy went around the counter and opened his arm for the woman to step against his body. “Till next time, Steve.”

However, the next time Billy walked into the shop, he immediately gripped the bell to make it quiet.

Arguing.

He knew the tone without hearing the words, so he carefully shut the shopfront and tread close to the studio door.

“...such a prick - ”

“I’m not a prick for wanting to see you.”

“And the fact that I got a shipment in this week is just a happy coincidence,” Steve scoffed. “Get the hell out.”

“No. We’re going to talk about this. About us.”

“Us? Us being how you got in my pants just to steal from my shop? Or how you’re due for a restraining order for spying on my packages?”

“I’m not spying - !”

A man. Steve was arguing with a man.

A man whose head whipped around when Billy stepped into the room. Then he had the gall to hiss at Steve, “Who’s this?”

“My client, jackass - ”

Billy’s hand gripped the front of Steve’s sweater as he stepped in between them, moving Steve behind him. Half of his mind stayed on Steve’s hands gripping him in return, but Billy was still stronger than him.

The man exclaimed, “I ought to call the police on you, handling a person like that!”

Billy replied, deadpan, “The police go where the money is. I can have a restraining order faster than it would take a judge to write it. Get lost and stay lost.” He turned his head, implying his next words were for Steve. “Does this place have security?”

“Infrared cameras. Finally,” Steve breathed, and there it was. The man’s face paled a second before he clenched his jaw and threw his weight into eager steps to get the hell out of there. Billy rotated in time to see the way Steve grimaced at the audibly rough handling of his shop door and bell.

He rubbed his face, dislodging his glasses as he said, “I’m sorry you had to walk in on that.”

“I didn’t know you wear glasses.”

Often, clearly, by the unconscious, practiced way Steve readjusted them with a simple push. The golden metal frames suited him.

“Aging,” he tried to say with humor but added, “My vision goes when I’m tired. Long days get glasses. And your fabric is expensive, but I guarded it with my life. I already put your vest and trousers in the dressing room.”

“Do you really have security footage?”

Steve had trouble steeling his features. Between work fatigue and the extremely recent encounter - Into Steve’s pants, huh? - Steve nodded almost sadly. “Yeah, but I haven’t looked at it yet.”

“Well when you do, send me the files.”

“Billy - ”

“Steve,” he finished, twirling around to shut the dressing room curtain behind him with a benevolent glare.

The pants were unfinished, but they looked good and the waistcoat shined just how he wanted. Billy opened the curtain for Steve to take a look, and got immediately met with, “Wait! You’re barefoot, stay in there. There’s always a needle hiding out here.”

So Billy stood in front of the mirror on a pillowed stool Steve brought in, and the latter sat on the floor. With his magnetic bowl of needles beside his hip, Steve took his time hemming the trouser legs. They didn’t say much. Then again, they didn’t need to. But Billy felt the difference between Steve professionally moving around one ankle with as little touch as possible, and then wearing down to lean his knuckles against Billy’s skin.

Steve looked up at him in the mirror’s reflection. “How’s that? You can take some steps if you need to.”

Billy did, and even slipped into his shoes to get a better idea of how the legs hung. “Half a centimeter higher.”

Shoes off, he stepped back onto the stool. Steve scooted around him again, measuring the first needle adjustment and then working by memory.

Billy didn’t need the higher hem. But he didn’t want to leave, and heard himself ask, “Beyond cameras, what’s your security?”

“It’s not your job to worry about me,” Steve groaned at his feet.

“An asshole knowing where you sleep warrants new locks.”

“Thank you. Billy,” Steve finished flatly.

“I meant it about the footage.”

“You’ll get it. Even though I don’t know how you’ll swing a restraining order for me.”

Billy stood quietly for a moment. Then, “I have experience getting them for people.”

He watched in the mirror as Steve peeked up at him and said, “I’m sorry.”

Billy frowned at himself. “What are you apologizing for?”

“Nothing specific. Just life’s bullshit. You’re done.”

He stood up and stretched his lumbar while Billy felt out the hems. “What do I have, a week or two before your event?”

“Two,” Billy confirmed as Steve left the dressing room and closed the curtain for him to change.

“Okay. I’ll have your jacket ready for your next fitting.”

Like Cinderella hearing the clock strike, Billy heard the shopfront bell, and Steve’s subsequent footsteps to meet his next client.

Billy grit his jaw, wanting...something. But Steve passed by the curtain and out of the room. Billy changed clothes, leaving the items on a sewing table. And while Steve wrote his next appointment, Billy slipped Steve’s hair behind his ear.

Dark eyes blinked and lifted to blue ones, but not angrily. Vacant. Puzzled. Receptive.

Billy held his gaze as he rounded the counter, and then left.

Steve had his business card on file, but only used the email on it to send the security camera footage.

Except, for a phone call. Billy held his breath when he answered, listening to Steve’s voice ask for confirmation that he could still make his appointment the next day. Steve had never called for a confirmation before. Billy gripped his phone, ear searching Steve’s voice while he reassured, “You’ve got me locked in.”

A pause.

A pause? Billy couldn’t be sure. He just knew -

You seemed to know what you liked, so...find stuff you like.

- he liked. He wanted.

“Okay. See you tomorrow,” Steve finished. Billy pressed the corner of his phone against his lips, wanting to have heard frustration or even nerves in Steve’s voice. He was certain he did. He wasn’t certain of anything.

Billy knocked on the doorjamb of the studio the following afternoon, but was not greeted immediately. In the late afternoon, Steve had turned on warm lights to give the storefront an almost fairytale ambiance, in which he noticed the calendar was still on the counter. He read how the appointment after Billy had been marked out with an arrow pointing to its rescheduled date. Billy was the last appointment of the day.

“Hey,” Steve greeted breathily, like he had rushed from somewhere. Billy stepped through to the studio, and Steve waved the jacket in the air like a tablecloth. “The lining’s not in there yet but give it a shot.”

Billy took it while observing the disarray of the room. Steve was certainly in the middle of several projects at once. A clothesline hung alongside the far wall, hanging with fabric, pieces in various stages of completion, and ribbons. The iron stood on the table with Billy’s lining silk, no doubt awaiting to be cut. His hands moved over his jacket, still warm but fading from its time with the iron.

“Take your time. Make sure it’s right,” Steve prompted, running his hands through his hair. Billy’s lips parted. With the clothesline blocking out what natural light remained in the day, and all the warm lighting making up for it, it felt much later than it was.

Billy closed the curtain and scrubbed a hand over his face. He dressed in his semi-finished tuxedo while listening to the soft hiss of steam from the iron. When he stepped out, he walked quietly up to Steve ironing and pining stencils to the silk. Billy let his body line up flush with Steve’s, leg knocking his congenially.

Steve looked at him, before dropping his gaze to the suit. “How is it?”

“Good,” Billy purred, eyes roaming over Steve’s work table. He felt interested and...oddly at peace in Steve’s creative space. “Better than good. The invitation implied I’d have to wear one of those starched dickey things. I’d rather drive my Camaro off a cliff.”

Steve smiled but asked, “You still have that car?”

Billy pointed a very Billy look at him. “Of course I still have that car.”

Steve’s eyes flicked up behind his glasses, rolling briefly. “Right. You’re still the same Hargrove. Take a lap, feel it out. Sit down and stuff. Make sure it does everything you need it to do.”

So he did. Billy wandered the studio, feeling every fabric along the way. He sat at one of the stools and tested the groin by opening and closing his knees. He swung his arms around. He watched Steve cut the panels for his jacket lining. And write directly on the fabric with his tailors’ pencils. Eventually Billy realized, “Is that my fabric? I thought I had flowers.”

Steve turned one of the pieces over, revealing said flowers. “Some fabrics have two sides. You iron silk on the back side.”

“I don’t think I’ve ironed a thing in my life.”

A small smile curved on Steve’s face without looking at him. “I didn’t either. Until I realized it calmed me down. Is the suit okay?”

Billy nodded and stood up. “It will be once the lining is done. When will that be?”

Steve followed him to the dressing room, but Billy noted how Steve’s head tilted like a bird, observing how the fabric move over the back of him. Then he reached for the curtain to close it for Billy; the same time Billy lifted an elbow high up to say, “I think there’s a needle in here. It’s been poking me.”

“What?” Steve blurted, alarmed. He stepped close to hold the fabric off of Billy’s pit and ribs -

Billy’s arm draped over him, hand on the back of Steve’s hair making him look up just in time for Billy’s lips to touch his own.

Soft. A test. As quickly as Steve instinctively kissed back, he jabbed, “You smooth shit - ”

He’d kissed back.

Billy turned fully to him as his hands pushed into Steve’s hair, cradling his head. Billy kept his lips soft, wanting to feel Steve’s mouth. But as soon as he sealed their mouths, he parted to tilt his head. Another angle. More.

Steve hummed a little, surprised sound, and then a louder one as Billy pulled him through the curtain into the dressing room. Air rushed out of him when Billy pressed him to the wall, hands moving down to Steve’s waist -

It wasn’t the soft flesh Billy wanted. He lifted his lips to stare down at Steve’s abdomen curved flush against him before outright yanking the button-up out of his jeans. He heard Steve’s wet swallow and hot blue eyes met shaded brown ones. “Is this a corset?”

“A back brace,” Steve croaked.

“It’s too pretty to be a back brace,” Billy purred. Warned. He thumbed at the silken, honey fabric wrapping, admittedly, only around Steve’s waist and lumbar. But it was pretty, and Billy began slipping those buttons free to see more -

One of Steve’s hands moved to Billy’s chest. “We should - ”

Billy kissed him, cutting off his words and yanking his pelvis forward so Billy’s arm could hook behind his back.

“ - shouldn’t. Billy - hahmm...”

Steve tasted Billy’s tongue, and he was lost. His arms went around Billy’s neck, clutching him tightly as the tip of that tongue teased Steve’s lips open and fucked his mouth. Steve’s leg wrapped around Billy without him realizing, but Billy pressed himself into Steve, causing the latter to detach with a gasp and a strangled sound when Billy rutted against him.

“Ahh! Fuck, ow, my jeans - ”

Billy all but ripped the jeans closure open, zipper grating open before he left it to attend to Steve’s shirts again. The damned outer button-up and the t-shirt underneath the brace - Billy threw one to the floor and yanked on the other till it was free and it went too. He wanted to leave that silk on Steve’s skin. Wanted to see Steve chest and nipples, and got it.

“On the floor. Lie down. Steve...”

It wasn’t graceful, but they made it to the floor with Steve kicking off his jeans and Billy shoving his boxer briefs halfway down his thighs until Steve got at least one leg free. Steve’s hands slipped between them to open Billy’s newly made trousers while hard and soft kisses alike drew whines and moans from Steve’s throat.

When the velvet of Billy’s erection touched Steve’s, Billy ate Steve’s shuddering moan directly from his lips. In the humid space, Billy’s hand tipped a finger into Steve’s mouth, gathering spit at the risk of unready teeth scraping over his digit joints. A line of glistening spit followed him out, making Billy wonder if Steve was a drooler. His cock only kicked at the thought, making him throb with need.

Steve panted as the finger found his ass and nudged inside. He haphazardly removed his glasses from his face, now too heavy. He tossed them somewhere as Billy worked on his ass.

“Ah! Easy,” Steve warned, taking Billy in hand to hopefully calm him down. Make him patient. Or resigned. “We don’t have lube - ”

“Steve,” Billy hushed, and continued his turmoil over Steve’ throat. Steve stroked him, firm but slow as Steve dripped more pre than he’d like to admit from the sounds Billy made. Guttural, breathy moans deep from his chest that stirred Steve’s brain like a stew. His breath hitched at the second finger inside of him.

“Spit in my hand.”

Steve’s head turned, either confused or incredulous at the waiting palm. In the deliriousness of the moment, he did, only to blurt a disgusted laugh at Billy adding own right to it. His giddiness flowed right into, “That’s not gonna work,” but as he watched Billy slick himself up, Steve knew they were close. His own erection bobbed with his heartbeat, glistening with pre and just the thought of having Billy’s mouth on him made a pearly bead slip out of his hole...

Steve heard it like it was a thousand miles away.

The bell on his door.

Billy matched his cockhead with Steve’s entrance the same time the latter clenched his arms. “Billy!” he breathed. “Wait. Someone’s here.”

To Billy’s credit, he did. His head turned a little to better hear a familiar voice call, “Steve? Billy!”

In the sudden quiet, their breaths were loud. So were her footsteps drawing nearer. Both Steve and Billy made their breathing quiet when they heard the creak on the jamb separating studio from shopfront. “Steve?”

Steve’s grip tightened on Billy. The curtain was closed. Mostly. Anyone looking through the cracks would see. See Steve with his legs folded up and around Billy. His underwear hanging off one leg and Billy’s slacks pushed halfway down his ass...

Billy! Steve mouthed as the head of his cock slid inside. Even the scratch of textile was loud. All Steve could do was control his breathing and hope that the rustle of his hair on the floor wasn’t a siren screaming behind the curtain. He grimaced at the hot push of Billy inside; felt Billy’s breath follow the line of the engorged vein in his throat.

The doorjamb creaked again with the press of a foot stepping out of the studio. Billy failed to keep his voice in when he sighed upon bottoming out. Like a trip wire had been cut, he started to move. Short thrusts due to their lack of lube, but their mutual, Hahh, ah! Ah!, brought them to clumsy, hard, finishes.

A little huff of shock came out of Steve when Billy pressed their noses together. Everything felt too stuffy, all of him molten. Warmth and relief after pleasure, and utterly terrified. Steve felt the choice to languish in afterglow or to push Billy off of him.

He chose the latter, looking down and sighing at the miracle that was his cum on his own front instead of Billy’s new clothes. The latter landed on his side but rolled close to him, nose in Steve’s hair until Steve sat up.

“Get dressed. She’s probably waiting in the front.”

“She probably left,” Billy refuted, but Steve already snapped his boxer brief waistband into place. Billy stood with him, thinking of the loft upstairs. “Let me clean you up - ”

“Steve?” they heard again.

Billy loathed how fast Steve got dressed. Jeans and t-shirt on, he left in a breeze to distract the woman and apologize for taking so long. Billy heard some bullshit about him being in the bathroom, he’ll be down soon, etc. etc...

“I’ll have your suit delivered as soon as it’s done,” Steve promised when he emerged from the studio.

Billy’s features hardened. “There’s time for another fitting.”

“It’ll be ready,” Steve shook his head. “It’s up to you to know how to tie a bowtie, though.”

The woman laughed, hooking her arm through Billy’s after he paid. Steve did it all stoically, like he didn’t have Billy’s cum soaking into his underwear, nor that Billy’s sex smell had been left behind in the dressing room and his soon-to-be-finished tux.

“Thank you so much, Steve,” she said as they parted.

“Have a good night,” he returned, not looking at either of them. Billy felt like he’d left his body in that dressing room. When his girlfriend asked why he wasn’t listening to her, he excused himself for not feeling well.

Steve closed the shop early. He sat on the floor of his shower, hands over his mouth, wrestling with abject horror and molten feelings still lingering in his bones. The longer the water took to wash through him, the more he felt better...

Until he picked up the garments Billy had left on one of his tables. Lifted them to his face the way he had after every single fitting. Breathing him in...this time smelling more. Christ, Billy had always smelled good. Cleaned up nicely. His aroma had evolved but he still smelled like a man in the best way.

With heavy eyes, Steve scratched out the note about a photographer in Billy’s customer notes. Steve would never survive a photoshoot. He’d finish the ensemble, send it to Billy’s residence or office, and -

Today would be the last time Steve ever saw him. Saw them. Partner, she’d said. Billy had never said anything.

Before his sanity either exploded or abandoned ship, Steve vacuumed the dressing room and studio. Then he took the jacket and lining pieces upstairs to hand sew the thing while something mind-numbing played on television.

He ironed it a final time.

Tried it on himself. The jacket was loose on him. Billy’d always had more meat on his bones, but their frames were similar. Steve sewed in his tag, like an artist’s signature, and then arranged the ensemble in the hangers of the traveling bag.

He felt...sad, seeing the delivery man walk out of the shop with it. This hadn’t happened since he’d first started taking commissions. Like he didn’t trust his own patrons with the clothes he made. Now, he usually felt good to get a thing of labor out of his shop and pay his bills. But...every now and then...something hurt. Like Steve had accidentally sewn a piece of himself into the material. Another fragment of his soul, gone. He didn’t know how many he had left.

Billy got the email informing him of the impending delivery. His personal assistant caught it, tipped the delivery person, and unzipped it to see for herself. She whistled. “Nothing like a crisp, custom designed suit. Armani couldn’t do this for you?”

Billy didn’t respond. He gazed at the email from Steve’s shop the way he had been over the last hour.

“Uh oh.”

Billy grunted an acknowledging sound before her tone properly filtered through his mind. “Uh oh?”

“You know what, uh oh. Do me a favor and don’t trade mark your Uh Oh.”

His lips parted, frowning bluntly at her warning yet amused glare before she hung up the traveling bag behind his desk and strolled out of his office. “And don’t be late.”

Billy swiveled his neck for a stretch, deeply considering how worthwhile it would be to go all the way down his building for a cigarette. Should’ve invested in a place with balconies.

But he didn’t leave his office. He wanted to remember the touch of Steve’s lips, even though it had already faded to memory in the days since their...

Incident? Billy didn’t like that word. A connotation that they had done something wrong. Billy felt a fire in the back of his heart, lit with craving and only burning brighter now with fuel. Now that he knew how Steve tasted, how he sounded. Knew Steve’s softness and his heat...

He wasn’t late. Hair combed into place, face clean shaven, and all of the silk linings of his suit sliding home around his body, he was ready for the evening of costumed networking. He picked up his...date...and they met his personal assistant there.

Billy smiled, conversed, and shook hands without any of it reaching his eyes. His assistant traded business cards with other assistants and secretaries while Billy politely excused himself more and more to go to the open bar without actually ordering anything.

A deep inhalation and sigh brought his attention to his personal assistant. “Am I done yet?”

“Nope. You’re not being as discrete as you hope you are.”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“Then cut whatever ties you need and let’s get this show moving.”

“That involves me leaving.”

“Then scram.”

He paused and peered at her. She raised her brows with a shake of her head. “Take your date home, at least, you ass. Make a scene on her porch, not here.”

And that he did. Billy had never had finesse when it came to getting out of a relationship, only into them.

With a searing handprint on his cheek and the roar of his engine, Billy felt angry, light, and burning.

He parked in front of Steve’s boutique. He stood out of his car and gazed up at the illuminated windows of the loft while he threw his tie on the seat and locked his car. Since it was his home and business, Billy assaulted the doorbell encased in brass beside the doors. The windows in the doors had curtains, closed against Billy being able to see Steve arrive in pajama shorts, a t-shirt, and his glasses until he whisked one of the doors open.

“What?” he barked, “What? What, dipshi - ”

Billy stepped so far into his space that his chest bumped Steve backward apart from his hand catching Steve’s nape.

“Mm - ” he grunted as Billy walked him backwards and kicked the door shut. “No - ”

“Steve,” Billy exhaled. Demanded. Begged.

“Billy, no,” Steve whined.

Billy’s fingers splayed over Steve’s cheek, thumb on his chin as he said over those lips, “I told you: you’ve got me locked in.”

Steve’s eyes gazed at him, heavy lidded as he shook his head a little. “What does that mean?”

Billy licked Steve’s lips, making him tremble. But Billy’s other arm came around his back, holding him steady and feeling soft muscle through his shirt. “It means take me upstairs. Please.”

A little breath moved out of Steve. It was the only amount of time Billy waited. He claimed Steve’s mouth, and moaned when Steve melted into him. Billy felt held when Steve’s hands found his nape, caressed through the hair behind his ears and head.

Steve did have lube upstairs. Billy filled his sheets with everything he could; his fragrance and their mutual lust. He took every touch and kiss Steve gave him through the alley of undone buttons before he finally mounted Billy. Barely unwrapped while Steve rode him naked.

After he properly undressed, he took Steve again on his stomach, lying atop pillows for comfort and access while no moans or cries went silenced or hindered. Steve came, sweet and trembling with Billy’s nose and words in his hair.

Billy missed the mirror downstairs. But they had time for that.

#i warned everyone that my sewing adventures would lead to this #harringrove #tailor!steve #rich boy!billy #tw cheating #billy has a girlfriend but not for long lol #smut ahoy #hawt #happy valentine's day? haha