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03. sharing a bed series ; skz ; changbin

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sharing a bed series part 3/8. because it’s the cheesiest most classic trope and it’s FUN. -

pairing: changbin/reader content info: explicitly plus size reader. sexual content. friends2lovers, sharing a bed trope. lingerie. teasing. reading and watching porn. a bit of spanking. not so much choking but throat-holding. penetrative sex.

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Oh god, you think, staring at your suitcase full of lingerie, what the fuck do I do?

You like beautiful things and you love lingerie. Your suitcase is brimming with pretty nighties and delicate babydolls, a luxury indulged for your own sake but completely inappropriate given the circumstances.

You thought you would have your own hotel room this holiday, but after a few friends dropped out of the trip, there was some last minute shuffling, and now—

“Yah! Where’s my toothbrush?”

Changbin is your hotel roommate for the weekend. Just you, him, and a single king-sized bed.

Oh, and your suitcase full of lingerie.

You slam the luggage shut, spinning around to look at him as he emerges from the bathroom in a frantic state of his own.

It takes a second to register his question, your eyes wide as you look him over from head to toe. His dark hair is damp from a shower and he is wearing nothing but a bath towel. He holds it shut at his hip, a sturdy thigh flashing when the towel parts. His body is one mouth-watering slab of big, broad bulk, and you find yourself clutching your own ample chest as if that will stop your heart from stampeding out.

“Ah, there,” Changbin says, strutting past you. Absent-mindedly, he says, “I’m almost done, then you can shower.”

The few minutes it will take him to brush his teeth will not be enough for you. Your efforts to find suitable sleepwear are completely futile. In the end, you settle on the simplest nightie with the fullest body, even if it is a bit transparent.

You take your turn in the bathroom after him. When it comes time to change, you slip into the nightie and stare agape at your own reflection.

Oh god, you think. This is a disaster.

This is your most conversative piece and it is still wildly sexy. You love your bigger body and you love dressing to accentuate its features, and this piece is no exception. Full thighs and fuller breasts and full curves spill up and over the tighter places. The little panties are swallowed up by your plushy ass and no matter how much you adjust the neck of the nightie, it continues to fall in the most suggestive way possible.

You look hot. If anyone else was waiting for you in that hotel bed, you would be fine. But it’s Changbin. Your close friend Changbin. Your close, hot, loud, insane, sexy, confident, drool-worthy, muscle pig friend Changbin.

You sigh, resigned to your fate. There is nothing more you can do.

You pop open the bathroom door and stick your head around the corner. Changbin is lounging in bed, dressed in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, an arm thrown over his head as he watches something on his phone. His hair has dried fluffy and he is smiling at whatever he’s watching.

“Changbin,” you say. “Close your eyes.”

He does the opposite, like the stupid hot dummy he is, looking up at you. You get a swoop in your gut just from his curious glance, his messy hair, the comfort he radiates laying in your shared bed. It really is unfair how he is a hundred different styles of sexy at once. This is the same guy who was working out shirtless on the beach lawn just an hour ago, the same guy who showed up to dinner in designer glasses and a form-fitting jumpsuit, the same guy who was cuddling you in a hammock wearing a big hoodie and board shorts. Surely he could try and have the decency to look bad at least once.

“I said close!” you repeat.

“Ah! What!” He does it, even if he is confused, lowering his arm and covering his eyes. “There! Stop yelling at me!”

“You’re yelling, not me!”

“I’m not yelling!”

You are both yelling. But his eyes are closed so you make a mad dash for your luggage, tossing your day clothes haphazardly with a little wince for the mistreatment of your pretty things. But you need to be fast, shoving your clothes in your suitcase so you can dive under the covers before Changbin inevitably gets bored and—

“What are you wearing?” Changbin says.

“Changbiiiin!” You turn around with a furious scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. “I told you to close your eyes!”

“What, forever? I thought we were done!”

“Well, we’re not! Close them!”

“But I already—”

“Close!”

He grumbles a curse to himself but closes his eyes, laying back with his arms stubbornly crossed. You turn away to zip your luggage, shaking your head. You also fight down a giggle, one bubbling up from the tiniest bit of delight caused by Changbin’s dropped jaw and wide eyes as he thoroughly drank in the sight of you.

You turn around to find him peeking, one eye open. He is one second too late closing it again.

“I saw that,” you say.

“Saw what?” he says. “I missed it. My eyes are closed.”

“Uh-huh.” You walk up to the bed and fold back the covers, eyes on him the whole time. You put your hands on your hips when he cracks open one eye again. “Pervert,” you say, with a snort of amusement.

“Me?” He opens both eyes and gestures wildly. “Look what you’re wearing! How am I the pervert?”

“You’re in boy lingerie so be quiet.”

“What!”

“The grey sweatpants with the dick print.” You point to his lap. “Boy lingerie.”

“Ahhh! Ah! Hey! Have some principles. That’s reverse sexism. You should be ashamed of yourself.” He wags a scolding finger you at you. Then, for good measure, he grabs a pillow and puts it in his lap. “Stop objectifying me.”

You laugh in spite of yourself, climbing onto the bed. You put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“I thought I was sleeping alone,” you say. “I’m sorry. If you have a big shirt I can sleep in, I don’t mind changing.”

“You wearing that,” Changbin says, giving you a very thoughtful once-over that makes your whole body tingle, “or you wearing my shirt.” He lifts the pillow and looks under it. “What do you think?” he says, as if consulting his dick.

“You’re so stupid!” You hate how much you are laughing at this goofball. You roll your eyes even while giggling. “I’m going to sleep. Have a fun conversation with your little friend.”

“Ah! He’s not little,” Changbin says, as if very offended. “He’s average height and girthy, like me.”

“Nice try but you’re not average height and ew, oh my god, don’t say girthy.”

“Girthy.”

“I can’t hear you,” you say, sliding under the covers. You pull them up to your chin and lay on your side with your back to him. “I’m already sleeping,” you say.

“How am I supposed to sleep now!” he says.

“That’s not my problem!”

He grumbles some more while you snicker. Eventually he turns off the light and gets under the covers too. You both go on your phones, the little white lights illuminating the bed. You glance over your shoulder to see him laying with his back to you, watching videos on mute. You turn back to your phone and open your reading app, deciding you can squeeze in a chapter or two of your current romance.

You are reading about the latest duke’s pulsating member and his lady’s quivering thighs when Changbin turns over. You are too slow hiding your phone.

“Are you reading porn?” he asks, reaching out and snatching your phone.

“It’s not porn!” You sit up to grab it back but he holds it away. “It’s literature!”

“It’s porn,” he says, bursting into peels of giggles that should be ridiculous coming out of that buff body, but they only make you laugh too.

“Changbiiiin,” you whine through your own laughter, rolling half on top of him to try and grab your phone. “Give it baaaack. It’s not porn.”

“He throbbed as pleasure conquered his senses and ERUPTED LIKE A FORCE OF VOLCANIC NATURE—!”

“Stooooop!”

“That sounds painful,” Changbin muses.

You finally snatch your phone back and promptly toss it off the bed. It lands with a little thump.

Changbin is laying on his back and giggling like a child, poorly stifled teeheehees that do not relent even when you lean over him with your most intimidating face.

“That’s not fair,” you say. “You have to show me yours now.”

That gets him to look at you with surprise, tilting his head. You do not miss when his eyes go to your chest, especially because it lingers there for a very long moment. He touches his bottom lip, flicking his tongue over his thumb absently before finally meeting your gaze.

“What?” he says. “Did you say something?”

“Show me your porn,” you say.

“My—what! Get down.” He bats you away and crosses his arms. “I will remind you I am a man of principle. I have convictions. Unlike you, I don’t keep demeaning pornographic content on hand at all times. I have too much respect for the human form and the sanctity of intimacy and lovemaking.”

You blink at him.

“Fine,” he says, and picks up his phone. “Don’t blame me for any volcanic eruptions.”

Once he has his bookmarks open, you take his phone and roll over, ignoring his protests. You hold the phone out and click a link at random, even with him pressed right up against your back as he tries to steal it back. You wriggle in his lap, making him squeak, either because your ass is pushing at his junk, or because of the video that opens.

“Oh my,” you say.

It’s a point-of-view video, a man’s hand sliding down a very soft, curvy body. Your own body perks with interest when his thumb glides down her wet pussy, teasing her lips apart before sliding inside. Changbin makes a strangled noise that you hardly register, staring as the man in the video slowly fingerfucks the woman, a woman not unlike you in proportion and general appearance.

“I can explain—ah, hey! Why are you skipping?” Changbin’s somewhat embarrassed tone shifts midsentence to indignation as you tap to fast forward.

“I wanna get to the good part!”

“The good—? Yah! You’re so impatient!”

You ignore him, fast forwarding until you see a dick then letting it play.

Changbin has given up on trying to get his phone back. He makes a sound of miserable defeat and thunks his forehead against the back of your head. You bite your bottom lip, flushed from head to toe, your thighs especially squirmy as need gathers between them. You watch the woman in the video turn over until she is on all fours. The man pushes inside her and you watch the way her body moves when he thrusts deeply. His hand comes down in a sharp slap, making you twitch with wanting.

“I like that,” you say, aware of Changbin growing hard against your backside. You feel him twitch at your comment. When you skip ahead in the video again, he doesn’t speak. You stop when the man wraps his hand around the woman’s throat and you smile. “Like that too.”

He is rock hard against your ass. Either he thinks staying still means you can’t feel it or he wants you to feel it. Testing, you grind slowly against him.

He grabs your hip through the blankets.

“Ah, you.” He squeezes your hip. “No teasing.”

“No?” you ask, wriggling just a little more. “None at all?”

There is a brief pause, then he slides his hand under the covers to hold your waist directly. It is a slow, questioning motion, leaving you time to refuse. When you don’t, he slides his hand down to stroke your thigh.

You put his phone aside, the screen going dark, its contents forgotten as you turn your head. He slips one arm under you, his hand cupping a breast at the same time his other hand goes between your legs. When he kisses you, you open your mouth to immediately deepen it. He does, licking at you and sucking your bottom lip, grinding in a slow circle against you. It makes you ache, squirming in his strong embrace, his fingers only just hovering where you need him.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he says when you start bucking and whining into his kiss. He kisses you too deeply for you to protest his teasing, but then he finally hooks his fingers in your panties to draw them to the side.

You get dizzy, either from kissing more than breathing or just his overwhelming presence. When he touches you and feels how wet you already are, he makes a low sound and curses.

“Ch—Changbin,” you say, breathy and a little senseless already. “Please.”

He moves swiftly, manhandling you with ease and care. You turn over and he pushes the blankets away to get up behind you. You whimper into the sheets when he tugs you into a better position, then he is drawing your panties to the side again and stroking your whole pussy from clit to entrance and back again. His fingers are soaked by the time he puts them inside you, strong arm finding a steady rhythm quickly. Combined with a couple sharp smacks to your ass, you come apart with a cry, whole body shaking as you grind back on his hand.

You sink into the bedsheets, eyes closed, panting. You feel his hand wet hand cup your thigh, then his fingers spreading your pussy open. You clench around nothing and hear him curse.

You look over your shoulder at him. Even though you were the one who came, he looks completely wrecked, his fluffy black hair a dishevelled mess and his jaw clenched, shoulders tense. You look a little lower, staring at the thick bulge in his sweats.

It’s him who speaks first, his voice rough when he says, “You look… do you have any idea…”

“You’re not wearing underwear, are you,” is what you end up saying, giggling. “Boy lingerie. Told you.”

He snorts, grinning, looking more cocky than chagrined. That expression morphs to curiosity and hope when you reach for a make-up bag sitting on the head-table.

“Yes,” he says, when you pull a string of condoms out of it. For some reason, it’s the funniest response he could have given, and you giggle a little more. Those giggles come to a stop when he pulls your panties down, then rolls down the band of his sweatpants down too.

Your mouth falls open. “Wow,” you say. “You are—”

“Girthy?”

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

He mimes zipping his lips shut before taking the condom.

You accidentally untuck the bedspread when he finally gets inside you. One corner comes undone, and the second one follows when he starts fucking you in earnest. It’s a good, full stretch, and you moan into the messy bedspread as he grabs your hips to pull you into every thrust. You swear you see stars when he slides one hand up and around your neck, lifting your head and holding you by the throat as he fucks into you. He slows down a bit to rub at your clit, making you come and spasm around him, before he drives himself quickly to completion.

You end up sprawled facedown on the undone bed, your nightie in a state of disarray and your panties god knows where. He flops down beside you, breathing hard, still pretty much dressed. Once he’s caught his breath, he looks at you, smiling when he reaches out to brush some hair out of your face.

You smile back, rolling into his open arms. You rest your head on his chest and exhale.

Then, knowing it’ll get a reaction because he’s Changbin, you say, “That wasn’t bad.”

“Not bad!” he says, predictably loud. “What do you mean not bad? That was amazing. Come here.” He’s laughing now, pulling you close when you laugh and try to roll away. “Get back here. I’ll show you not bad.”

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 5 months

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“Hello, you must be the asseater…. After you pick up your jaw from the floor, c’mon in. I usually get that result from fag asseaters. When I’m at home, I don’t wear clothing. Shut up. I don’t need to know your name. I ain’t going to carry on much of a conversation with you. Besides, your tongue is going to be doing something else worthwhile.

“Follow me in here. I have my rim chair set up and my porn ready to go. I had it specially made for my size and my needs. Seeing that you are going to be under me for hours, I’m gonna let you use the platform to elevate your torso to the right height.

“What the fuck are you doing? Nobody told you to strip. I have zero interest in your naked body, and you certainly won’t be jacking off in my house. You answered my ad on that fag site looking for an asseater who will eat my hairy crack for hours. The only reason why I use faggots is that women don’t eat ass, and if they do, they don’t know how to do it right, let alone for hours at a time. You faggots are willing to do it all. I don’t have to buy you flowers or take you to dinner. No, my fat ass is your dinner.

“Get under it. You’ll see this contraption is made for long term shithole worship. That netting is where your head goes. The designer called it a head hammock. It supports your head as it keeps your face firmly in my crack, angling it to allow the deepest penetration from your tongue.

“This is my favorite part of this chair. When I sit down, my weight pushes down on this chin guard which goes below your chin prohibiting you from pulling out. The only way you get out is when I get up. If I lock it in place, then you ain’t getting out.

“You get the picture? You mean nothing to me other than your tongue slurping on my shithole and cleaning my crack for hours at a time.

“You drink piss? My full time asseater I had in Cleveland drank my piss; he begged me to give it to him. There’s no way in hell that I’m going to stick my dick in any faggot, so I used a funnel on him. If you want my piss, I can have a funnel nearby. He was a total pig. I assume you are too.

“Look up at my ass. This is what you are going to worship the next few hours. I worked out in the yard this morning, then I went to the gym. It’s going to be rank in there. And even though I wiped this morning, being as hairy as I am, I’ll probably have some dingleberries for you. And should I fart, consider that me blowing you a kiss.

“You ready to be what you were meant to be? You do a good job, when I blow my load in my hand, I’ll wipe it on my asshole and have you lick it off….

“That got a smile out of you. Now stick out that tongue as far as you can. I need to have a seat….

“…Don’t start gagging. You are going to be down there for hours, you get used to it. Now stick your tongue in deep. Like thaaaaat. Fuuuuck. Oh man. Fuck yeah faggot. Fuck yeah….

“I don’t understand why more men don’t use faggots like you like this. But hey their loss is my gain.”

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xxtc-96xx · 11 months

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I feel like Pig would like hammocks since it might remind her of the times she slept in da's scarf.

perhaps though it was his heartbeat she really was drawn to more than anything

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layla4567 · 5 months

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The straw hats hearing your laugh for the first time [headcanon]

Luffy

The first time this boy heard you laugh was when you were sitting next to Ussop on the deck and he made you laugh with a joke. Luffy was on the mast and from up there he heard your loud and contagious laugh.

He couldn't help but smile, the sound was so happy and innocent. It wasn't long until he came down to see you and started laughing with you.

Luffy doesn't know how to hide so he approached you and exclaimed

"Wow Y/N, I've never heard you laugh, you should do it more often, you have a beautiful laugh!"

You turned around embarrassed, you didn't think your laugh would be heard so much. You were afraid of disturbing others with so much noise so you blushed embarrassed.

Luffy noticed and quickly hugged you like a bear. "Please don't be ashamed of it, I love that you express your joy like that!"

From that day on, Luffy didn't stop making jokes, funny faces or nonsense to hear your laugh again.

Sanji

Sanji was in the kitchen as always preparing a special dish by whisking something in a bowl and you were sitting at the bar waiting. You were waiting for him to finish while you looked distractedly at the boat window with one hand resting on your chin.

Suddenly and out of nowhere you remembered something funny and you couldn't help but smile widely while you let out a nazal pig laugh and closed your eyes. Since there was no one else in the kitchen but you and Sanji, the cook listened to you and looked up from his bowl to look at you with raised eyebrows and a wide smile.

When you realized that your laugh had sounded loud and ugly, you covered your mouth in horror and looked at him blushing and then looked at your feet. You mumbled an embarrassed sorry and ran out of the kitchen while Sanji followed you with his eyes, worried.

During the meal you couldn't make visual contact with anyone, especially Sanji, which seemed strange to everyone. Zoro even reluctantly asked the cook if he had said something bad to you. Of course he was offended and replied no. After lunch you locked yourself in your room without talking to anyone.

You sat in your hammock with your hands between your face, regretting having laughed like that when a soft knock on your door brought you out of your thoughts. When you went to open it you saw that it was Sanji looking at you worried, he always worries about you.

"Y/N, are you okay? You hardly spoke at dinner and you always have something to tell" He said trying to smile shyly.

You looked down and covered your face with your hands "It's my laugh, it's horrible and I hate it" Sanji looked at you surprised, thinking about why you hated something like your laugh, to him it seemed like the cutest sound in the universe.

"Y/N look at me" He grabbed your cheeks and looked into your eyes "You don't have to be ashamed of anything, I swear that if I ever die the last thing I want to hear is your sweet laugh" He said smiling and kissed the tip of your nose.

Zoro

The swordsman was practicing with his sword as he usually did and you were standing next to Luffy on the deck looking at the sea chatting. Suddenly Ussop wanted to join where you were but when he was going down the stairs he tripped and fell on his face.

You and Luffy turned to look at him and without hesitation burst out laughing. You let out adorable giggles as you tapped your knee. Hearing you, Zoro stopped practicing and looked at you, raising an eyebrow, then smiled sideways and let out a low, soft laugh.

Luffy ran to help Ussop and you looked at Zoro realizing that he heard you. You smiled shyly and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, looking at the ground.

Zoro slowly approached you with a mischievous smile "You didn't know you could laugh like that."

You tried to avoid his gaze, he tilted his head "I think he's cute" You quickly raised your head, looking at him in surprise and blushed.

Satisfied with his job of making you nervous, he walked away without saying anything else, leaving you frozen in place still in shock.

The next few days Zoro would make sure to tease you about your laughter so that you wouldn't forget "Y/N, do you remember the day you laughed at Ussop?, because I didn't forget it" He said with a wink "It was so delicious, you would laugh like that to if I asked you?" "Come on, don't be shy now."

And every time you laughed he was close enough to hear you again, whether you noticed his presence or not. And you always made him smile

Nami

You were sitting near Nami while she was drawing her maps, you always sat next to her because you liked watching her work and she appreciated your company.

She was focused on the strokes she was making with the pencil and you were focused on the book that you had resting on your lap. At one point during the reading you let out a melodious laugh at a funny paragraph you had read.

It was just a second but enough for Nami to stop drawing and look at you with pleasant surprise. You hadn't even realized that she had paid attention to your laughter.

Nami didn't want to interrupt your reading so she let it go and continued drawing her maps but now with a tender smile on her lips and with the sound of your laughter still in her head.

That afternoon when you were both leaning on the edge of the boat contemplating the waves and the seagulls flying through the sky, she brought up the topic gently bumping your hip with hers: "What a cute laugh you have."

You turned to look at her confused while she continued looking at the sea "Today when you were reading near me, you started to laugh" You sighed an oh and smiled, nodding.

"I would love to bottle your laughter and carry it with me always." This time he looked at you with the only thing you could describe as love.

You gave her a kiss on the cheek and began to tell her the story you were reading and what had made you laugh about the book.

Ussop

You were both sitting in a hammock. You were swinging your legs funny while he told you funny stories and bad jokes.

The atmosphere was so happy that suddenly Ussop started tickling you shamelessly.

You kicked and squirmed trying to escape from his hands while laughing happily like a child.

Your high-pitched laughter filled the entire room and echoed, your cheeks were red as apples and seeing you and hearing like that Ussop became happier and continued tickling you in places that he knew were your weak points.

When you couldn't take it anymore you punched Ussop hard on the shoulder "Enough, Ussop!!" You screamed, panting but smiling.

Your cheeks were still rosy and he looked at you with a huge smile "I'm sorry, I just liked your laugh, I don't think I'd heard it before."

You shrugged, smiling flattered but answered modestly "It's just a laugh, it's no big deal."

"No big deal? Oh come on, I'm sure you'd win a laughing contest." You laughed again at the absurdity of what he had just said. He pointed a finger at you. "See? There it is, that's it. What do you think of going to play a prank on Zoro or Luffy so we can hear you laugh again?"

You shook your head "Don't be silly Ussop" He shrugged indifferently "Oh well that's a shame, then I'll have to do this" And without thinking twice he tickled you again until, this time you laughed harder until you almost fell of the hammock. Your laugh was so scandalous that the others went to see what was happening until they saw you almost on the ground holding your stomach and with tears in your eyes.

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dividers credits: @benkeibear @rookthornesartistry

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indagold-orchid · 3 months

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Some things I wish I knew when first getting a rat:

You don't need to spend hundreds of dollars on a cage. Rat owners get so pissy over getting name brand fancy cages that can survive 12 world wars when you can actually just stack some cheap larger rabbit/guinea pig/ferret cages. I put a $60 dollar cage on top of my fancy ass $200 ferret one and my rats love it. No injuries or spontaneous exploding into smithereens like rat owners think will happen. I line the sides with cloth and it helps a lot.

If you're American, Oxbow is your friend. I used them with my rabbits years ago when I had them and they're great.

DIY decorations are fun but it gets exhausting after a while. If you want to play it safe, just using hides, hammocks and chew toys work!

All natural cages are cool if it's like an aesthetic thing but in reality they rot, get stinky and gross very fast. Very nasty and smelly.

Rats DO NOT like chew toys for cats or dogs. They love paper, wood, cloth, sticks, pumice, etc.

A rat injuring another rat is not by default always aggression. Only time I've seen it happen is either 1) They're sick/in pain, super grumpy and you need to get them to the vet or 2) You're still bonding them and someone got angry because they're still strangers. Best to rule it out both before neutering or seeking other options for aggression.

#ratblr #rats #rat #rat care #pet care

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jacky93sims · 2 months

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hi jacky♥

could you convert these following items from this jennisims magical mushroom set:

'FairyGardenMushroom002' (the pig one), Mushroom table, Mushroom chair, 'treelightFairyGarden' (the log one), 'MushroomA', and the fairy hammock?

Some items from Magical Mushroom Set for The Sims 2

These are 4to2 conversions from Jennisims, low poly. Everything is functional. The hammock is cloned from KevinsHope Hammock. The fairy tree is a light.

DOWNLOAD HERE

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chbnews · 1 month

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DAILY NEWS 3/23/24

Boating lessons with Cabin 3 went well (or as well as it could go with Percy of all people

Late night training started 1hr and 54 min ago (it’s torture out here help us Roman’s 🙏)

Don’t put campers into comas to skip practice (will end up with more practice as a result.) or hiding in the woods, or trying to hide in the ocean like Percy’s doing.

Connor Stoll turned into a pig for 3 hours

ARIADNE IS COMING TO VISIT TODAY?!? Sleepover with Mr D’s wife in cabin 12 (bring a bunch of random snacks, we’re gonna try new foods together and play truth or dare)

Children of Apollo having a meet up at a nearby beach! Anyone is allowed to come!! Make sure to bring weapons because it’s outside camp

Apparently Mr D has Rizz now…

The real question is does Chiron have Rizz? (The lads do like the smart ones 😒)

No war games happened today due to prep for late night training.

Volleyball won by Clarrise la Rue

Renovations of cabins going extremely well (APOLLO CABIN HAS A SUNROOF ANF HAMMOCKS NOW THIS IS AWESOME??)

Hestia cabin has been completed, all unclaimed children will be sent to stay in her cabin for the time being while they wait for their claiming to happen (can also be used as a hangout spot if given permission from Hestia. No parties are allowed are happen, it’s meant to be a warm welcoming home environment.)

Thank you for reading - Cecil Markowitz

#pjo #pjo hoo toa #pjo news #pjo fandom #pjo asks #pjo cabins #pjo spoilers #pjo series #pjo blog #pjo tv show

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ltwilliammowett · 5 months

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Lucky Charms for a Sailor

Luck was something that every Sailor on board needed and held on to in order to bring him home safely. That's why there were so many items that could help. Here is a small list.

Personal items:

What brings you the most luck - when it comes from your loved ones. And then you gladly took a locket with strands of hair and you just didn't have any available then just fingernails leftovers or even teeth. But it was great if you tattooed a rooster and a pig on your feet to prevent you from drowning.

A found coin, not only to bring you luck but also to bring money into your pockets. A loadstone was also good, not only because it was magnetic and was used to charge the compass needles (which later became superfluous due to the further development of the compasses themselves), they were also regarded as magical and thus served as a lucky charm.

The caul, which remained on the child's head at birth, was the ultimate protection against drowning and was therefore highly prized.

Religious objects:

Even though religion was such a thing on board and priests were very much avoided, as they were simply associated with death, many carried a rosary or images of saints.

These were seen as protectors and some people believed they would bring them luck, even without religious belief. Hope with her anchor or an anchor alone was also a symbol of hope and was often carried around.

Parts of animals:

There were animals that you simply didn't want to have near you, but parts of them promised good luck. Like the infamous rabbit's foot, but never the whole rabbit. This was the long-eared beast and was not allowed on board because, according to legend, rabbits once sank a ship because they had nibbled on the rigging and everything else. But a paw was considered a lucky charm.

It was similar with sharks, nobody wanted them near them and so many hung a shark fin on the stern to keep them away. To make sure nothing happened to you if you accidentally went overboard, many wore a shark's tooth around their neck to protect them from attack. A custom that originated in the Caribbean and Polynesia, as the people there wore shark teeth as a symbol of masculinity, strength and protection from the gods. Europeans wore them to bring good luck and protection.

In one case, they preferred to have the whole animal with them and that was a black cat. These sweet velvet paws were reviled on land as servants of the devil, but on board a ship they were an absolute lucky charm. Not only did they catch rats and mice, but they were also said to be able to tell the weather, they were also a popular mascot that had to be looked after and if one behaved well with them one was also rewarded with cuddles if one was lucky.

People:

Children born on board were considered lucky charms for the whole crew and the ship, and if you didn't have one, the comrade with the gold earring was a popular hammock neighbor and messmate. Because his proximity alone was enough to protect you from disaster.

A naked woman at the bow was also a good idea to ward off disaster. But please don't run off now and undress the captain's or lieutenant's wife and put her up front. That would only cause unnecessary annoyance - from her and her husband. Leave that to the Figurehead, because she was enough to calm the sea.

Protection for the ship itself:

Well, not only the crew needed a bit of luck, but also the wooden lady, so they liked to nail an upturned, worn horseshoe to the mast to catch the luck and keep it inside. Otherwise, the coins that were worked in under the mast were also regarded as lucky charms and, according to my theory, also as payment for the ferryman.

What was also good was if you painted a few eyes in a small area, usually near the bow. They were supposed to foresee dangers and conjure up good fortune, just as they had once done in ancient times, where they were painted on the bow as forerunners of the Figurehead.

Hexmarks (engraved or painted circles) were also considered lucky charms and protection against dark forces, who knew where the next witch was up to mischief and therefore had to protect themselves.

#naval history #luck charms #sailors superstition #17th -19th century #age of sail

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Via pookinous

#guinea pig #buddies #comfy #flat piggie #pig in a hammock

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The Beatles and Leonard Bernstein

Daddy loved the Beatles, too, which made me particularly happy. In the swimming pool the following summer, he came up with a third part to “Love Me Do,” so that he, Alexander, and I could sing the song together in three-part harmony, right there in the corner of the deep end. On one of his Young People’s Concerts, Daddy explained the A-B-A structure of sonata form by singing a Beatles song. Oh, how the girls in the audience squirmed and squealed as he accompanied himself on piano, singing “And I Love Her” in his not-so-McCartneyesque voice! He must have known he was onto something, because he began regularly incorporating the Beatles, and other pop music, in his Young People’s Concerts, to illustrate his various points. It kept the kids in the audience interested, just as it had for Alexander and me. (We, and later Nina, were in effect the ongoing guinea pigs for Daddy’s Young People’s Concert ideas.) John Lennon was Daddy’s favorite Beatle, as he was mine. We were both enchanted by Lennon’s book of poetry, “In His Own Write,” and pored over it together. Daddy invented a singing game for Alexander and me to play with him while the three of us lay wedged into the hammock under the big maple tree after dinner. We would invent a round, à la “Row, Row, Row Your Boat,” using Lennon’s poem “The Moldy Moldy Man.” Whoever started the round got to choose what kind of melody it would be: sad, perky, waltz, military. After the first line — “I’m a moldy moldy man…” — the second person had to come in, echoing person number one. Then the third person would come in. The fun of the game was, of course, that you couldn’t possibly repeat the line you’d just heard while simultaneously listening for the next one. It was deliciously hopeless, and a raucous shambles every time — always punctuated at the end by person number three dolefully singing the last line all alone after the other two had finished: “… I’m such a humble Joe.” Eventually, word got back to John Lennon — or to his manager or press agent or somebody — that Leonard Bernstein was thinking about possibly setting some of the “In His Own Write” poems to music. This led to Daddy being invited to meet Lennon backstage during a dress rehearsal for “The Ed Sullivan Show.” It was by now the summer of 1965, and the Beatles were returning to the U.S. to make their highly anticipated second Ed Sullivan appearance. Naturally, our father asked if he could bring his two older children with him to the rehearsal.

- "Famous Father Girl", Jamie Bernstein - 2018

Here is Leonard Bernstein being enchanted by The Beatles, in Inside Pop: The Rock Revolution, 1967.

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Even though his viewpoint is understandably informed (and thus imo limited) by his classical background, he appreciated pop music a lot more than others his age at the time did.

I love everything about this, but honestly, to hear my favorite 20th century composer comparing Paul McCartney to Schumann is just...wild.

#when lenny met lenny #this is the kind of musical crossover I love #john lennon #paul mccartney #the beatles #leonard bernstein #in his own write #Youtube

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The first 1,200 words of For Everything Chapter Two

Hey guys! I’m really, super excited to be back in action, working on this monster of a fic. It’s still going to take me a considerable amount of time to finish, but to tide you over, I am releasing to you the first 1,200 words of what I am expecting to be a 45-50k chapter. Enjoy~

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Time seemed to slow as she descended from the shadows into a brilliant night sky.

She’d never seen the stars so close before—Glittering like polished jewels caught in the light of a craterous, full, yellow moon.

Not even perched from the highest point of the city had the sky been so crystalline—above her an abysmal sea of a million luminous lights, glinting against the empyrean curve of the fathomless cosmos that retreated further and further away from her, falling out of reach, out of touch—smaller and smaller until they were just pinpoints—until they were absorbed by the silvery clouds she sliced through.

She couldn’t breathe, the air whipping around her stealing any breath she could greedily inhale. She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t cry.

There was nothing she could do.

Miguel had warned her. He showed her, as if knowing would be an advantage, as if knowing would slow her fall. As if knowing would inspire her not to take it all for granted—but she did, and there was nothing she could do, nothing she could say to change it now.

And there was so much she wished she could have changed.

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“Wait, I think there might be a way to figure out where the Go-Home-machine sent Miles.”

Gwen didn’t mean to roll her eyes, but she also didn’t fight the instinctual movement that reflected the otherwise unwarranted annoyance that curled through her. To be fair, the feeling had been festering for the past four minutes as she petulantly sat through a whirlwind of ideas—some good, some bad, some questionable at best.

That had been the first time Margo had chimed in through the plethora of plans being shoved into the mix, and Gwen had already been steadily losing her patience with every dead end they met.

Time was not at their disposal, yet there they were, on some secluded rooftop on Earth-616B, wasting more than they could afford, missing every mark they shot for.

And Miles…

Miles was missing in a finite cluster of multiverses, and Miguel was also on the prowl—armed with rage, and the numbers, plus every advantage they could only dream of possessing. Meanwhile they didn’t even know where to start looking or how, but all of a sudden Margo did.

“Well don’t leave us in suspense, pig tails.” Ham groaned.

“You’re one to talk.” Peter B huffed with a raised brow. Gwen leered at him, shaking her head once. “What?” He asked, meeting her narrowed eyes.

“Oh, I get it! Because he is a pig, and he has a tail!” Pav perked, gesturing down to Ham, who was glaring daggers at the pink robed Spider-man.

“Nice, Pav.” Hobie said, lounging with his arms folded behind his back in a web spun hammock suspended between two air conditioning units.

Mayday squealed from the carrier strapped to Peter B’s chest, kicking her chubby legs with a giggle and reaching towards the talking pig. She had been wholly fascinated by Spider-Ham since first glance as if he was a character from one of her storybooks.

“Right…” Margo sighed before continuing. “So the Go-Home Machine keeps an archive. Just the consequential details like the variant, where it was sent, stuff like that. The data is wiped intermittently as a security measure, but knowing Miguel, there could be a backup.” She explained promptly, Gwen scrutinizing her glowing figure with arms folded over her chest

“That guy does have some major trust issues.” Gwen heard Peter B mutter from behind her. Her eyes rolled again. At this rate, she expected them to be stuck upwards by the end of this conversation.

“Assuming you’re right, would LYLA have access to this back up?” Gwen questioned, her tone bristling.

“LYLA has access to everything.” Margo answered, turning to face Gwen, her holographic form glittering under a flickering flood light mounted to a wall behind her.

“Can you access it?” Gwen emphasized, her tone clipped. Already she could see all the ways her idea could go–none of them consisting of a successful resolution. “Without getting caught.”

A smile spread to Margo's lips. Gwen’s stayed set in a subtle scowl.

It turned out Spider-Byte also had access to everything, it just took a little more effort, and she would have to directly hack into the machine's mainframe on E-928. Any other way would significantly heighten the probability of LYLA’s security protocols being triggered.

“That sounds like a suicide mission if I ever heard of one” Noir added, tipping his hat forward and cupping his masked chin with his pointer finger and thumb. “And I have planned a couple myself.”

“Noir’s right.” Peni said, sitting inside SP//dr, the front hutch of the mech suit propped open. ”Miguel would never leave HQ without surveillance, especially if he knows some of us have gone rogue. Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Margo nodded before gesturing to herself. “I’m an avatar. They can’t catch what they can’t touch.” She waved one hand through her forearm, and everyone watched in astonishment when her arm wavered as her fingers passed right through it.

“Oh, that is creepy.” Pav whispered, covering his mouth with his hand.

”I’ll be quick. In and out. Easy.” Spider-Byte confidently continued.

“But what if—“ Peter B started before Gwen curly cut him off.

“She’s not going alone.”

All eyes turned to her as she spoke, silence following her decree.

Ham was first to break the seemingly long, awkward stretch of stillness. “Now it’s actually a suicide mission. Well, at least for Gwen who can’t do that cool arm thing like Margo.”

Spider-Byte took a single step towards Gwen, her brows knitting together. “I don’t need the back-up. Like I said, I’m untouchable.”

Gwen couldn’t trust that. She couldn’t trust her.

There had been no intention to harbor shock or malice towards Margo, but there was still an itch about her Gwen couldn’t scratch. She never really went out of her way to talk to the avatar, but they would pay each other a respectful acknowledgement anytime they crossed paths—which wasn’t often.

Margo spent a majority of her time in the confinement wing of HQ, where all the anomalies were stacked up to be sent back to their respective dimensions. Maybe it was Gwen’s uneasiness towards the machine, but she never strayed to that side of HQ on her own volition. If she was needed, she would report, but she kept her interactions and time there minimal.

In turn, the two girls remained distant.

Though Gwen couldn’t help but notice how her and Miles had looked a little longer, said a little more than she ever bothered to say to Gwen.

(And vice-versa.)

Her and Miles?

Perhaps the insistence of her blatant jealousy could have better timing. Her focus was needed elsewhere and her emotions were clearly clouding her judgment, right?

“You’ll need the back-up if things go south.” Protested Gwen, leering down at Margo.

“What happens if something happens to you?” Pavitr all but squeaked, his stress tangible.

“Nothing is going to happen to me, Pav.” Gwen hissed, her eyes still locked with Margo’s.

“Is it just me, or is Gwen being very intense?” She heard Pav ask in a hushed whisper.

“S’not just you.” Hobie replied flatly.

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And scene. I hope that satiates the pain of waiting. I appreciate all your patience, and above all, support! Much love <3

#jealous Gwen beloved #like I was about to let that go lol #just a little jealousy to cloud the good ole judgement #anyways #feel free to let me know what you think!#also feel free to reblog to support and share my work!#ghostflower #gwen Stacy #Margo Kess #miles morales #Hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #spider ham #spider noir #atsv #btsv #megs post-its #my writing

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I’m curious, what are your thoughts on each of the boys rooms? Like who is messy who is neat, what type of furniture/decor do they have, does anyone share a room?

Arno is definitely the most organized. I see Arno having furniture that is vintage.(specifically vintage french furniture to make it feel more like home since that was the theme of his childhood home) I feel like his room would smell like very much like books (if that makes sense) and mahogany teakwood. he has a little desk area for writing and a nook for reading. he is a big art fan so he has some paintings in his room, but they aren't giant or anything just the right size. has a little area for making coffee/hot chocolate (he's not a tea fan believe it or not) and under that area he has little snacks and stuff. he reminds me of those people you see on tiktok that have little cubbies and everything is VERY organized. but he doesn't have OCD, it's just pleasing to the eyes when everything has a place.

I see Ezio & Desmond sharing a room. they have modern furniture, it's sleek. Ezio definitely makes sure that (for some reason) he has like a backseat from a vintage car (its leather) used as a love seat (if you don't know what that is, it's basically a couch that sits 2 people idk why it's called that). their room smells like leather and cinnamon. Desmond has a loft bed, he thinks they're cool and demanded to have one, Ezio would never let Desmond go without. Ezio is more organized out of the two, shocking I know. but Desmonds work hours give him little to no energy, his side of the room also has a desk and on the chair sit his clean clothes while the dirty ones are in a pile a couple feet away from it. Ezio yells at him all the time to clean it up, he always promises he will--

Ezio: IS THAT MOLD GROWING ON YOUR SHIRT!?

Desmond: just some cheeto dust--

Ezio: Desmond, it's literally green not orange.

Desmond: oh...then maybe?

it wasn't, it was just the lighting and yes it was cheeto dust not mold. Ezio was being Ezio and over dramatic. Arno refuses to to into their room unless it's clean.

Ezios side of the room has a few vintage Italian pieces of furniture, he's always thought the Italian Renaissance had nice pieces of furniture. but it's only a few pieces along with 2 paintings leonardo made for him. he's also got a desk, but its for looks and he rarely uses it. they have all the gaming systems, Desmond uses them the most.

Connors room is very cozy, he has art work and furniture from some of the elders in his tribe. loves the carpets and blankets specifically. but rest of his furniture is cabin like and made of authentic trees (like freshly cut down looking trees). his room has an earthy/foresty smell but it's not over bearing, it's just enough that makes you feel like your near the woods. he has a desk he likes to journal at, he ofc writes in his native language not only so the others can't read it, but it makes him feel at home and closer to his people. likes to read and borrows books from Arno or asks for recommendations, and vice versa. they like to read in silence with one another's company a lot, that's how they bond. they like to discuss the books and even things they've written. Arno is learning Kanien'kéha or Kanyen'kéha while Connor is learning French.

Edward and Jacob share a room. they're both pigs, but like organized pigs. Jacob's side of the room is a little more cleaner than Edward's. Edward's side has furniture you'd see in a beach house but also authentic ship like furniture. very into the pirate look, he even sleeps in a hammock bolted into the ceiling. doesn't have art work per se, but hangs up a few different pirate flags. Jacob's side is industrial/steam punk like furniture. he likes the dark browns and golds. he has a few flags up too British flag and few that have trippy designs. their room smells specifically like the ocean/sea, again not strong but it's there. they've got bean bag chairs for sure, a few gaming systems nothing like Desmond & Ezio. they both like to game with Desmond (sometimes Ezio) from their respective rooms. they also like to listen to music a lot.

Altaïr has furniture that came from his childhood home. he sleeps in a pile of pillows & blankets, don't judge him its like a comfort thing for him. he also has 2 other piles in case people come in to either relax or even sleep. has a bunch of carpets in his room. he has a few (small) statues his father got him from his travels, and his mother has made him blankets & pillows (and sent plants to him he's a plant dad) he has that are in his respective pile only. he's also an organized person, but he also doesn't have "regular" furniture per Jacob, Edward and Ezio. Altaïr loves Arno and Desmonds company, he never had friends as a kid so having them spend time in his room is another comfort thing for him. also not a big gamer, no gaming systems. like Arno & Connor this man writes and reads, another one in the little writing & book gang. he doesn't like people in his room other than Arno & Desmond (sometimes Ezio) he trusts few people and they are his #1 trustee's. his room smells like Sandalwood and sometimes Lavendar. in short he sticks with furniture & art from his culture, I will die by that.

#ac #assassins creed #desmond miles #ezio auditore #arno dorian #ezio auditore da firenze #altair ibn la'ahad #arno victor dorian #ac desmond #connor kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #edward kenway #jacob frye

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