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yandere-writer-momo · 1 month

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Yandere Head Canons:

Build-a-Yandere

Yandere Android x GN Reader

You were lonely. A fact that you eventually came to terms with when you realized you’re the only one in your friend group that still remained single while they started families.

You felt so far behind everyone else. The self doubt crept its fingers into your mind and wouldn’t let go… so you did what you did best. You drowned yourself in the internet. The perfect digital escape from reality…

Dating apps did little to appease your loneliness, but they filled a bit of the void. It wasn’t until you were one wine bottle deep and scrolling through your favorite social media app that you stumbled upon an advertisement to sample a product.

Build-a-boyfriend. A company that allowed its customers to pick every single aspect out for their ideal man. From personality to physical appearance and even to penis size. You could build your own man!

A slurred chuckle escaped your lips. Should you apply to test out their product? It’s not like you had anything to lose… what could be the harm in giving it a shot?

And so you began to fill out the quiz. You wanted a soft and gentle boyfriend. One of those golden retriever boys who only had eyes for you. The kind of guy who had a muscular yet soft build. A man who worked out but would never say no to a cookie. A taller guy who always knew what to say and was cuddly. The kind of guy who was obsessed with you.

The quiz even asked you at the end if you were sure you wanted an obsessive man. Of course you were! Wasn’t that what most people wanted? A partner who was only and all about them? That’s what obsession was! Right?

And so your drunk self finished this entire personality quiz until it went to the physical appearance and the sexual bit. A perverted smile now on your face.

“Let’s give him a big penis.” You laughed as you guided your cursor to drag the length bar to eight inches long. “I want to be filled.”

And then you selected caramel skin tone, cinnamon eyes, and black hair. A smile on your face. You were going to make this android a Latin lover.

“What should I name him…” you thought for a moment before laughing. “Alejandro! Like the lady Gaga song.”

Once you completed the entire quiz, your phone screen lit up a pastel pink. A red heart now in the center of the screen. “Your boyfriend will be delivered to you in a month! Thanks for choosing Build-a-boyfriend!”

And you ended up falling asleep in a puddle of your own drool. Weren’t you just pathetic? Filling out a quick from some questionable website all because you were lonely… imagine you were just scammed? God, why did you not have a boyfriend? Ever since your ex broke up with you, you fell apart. Why weren’t you good enough for a real man?

A month went by in a flash and you were shocked to see the giant package on your doorstep. An envelope attached to the box as well as a large note that said, “No returns!”

This had to be some kind of prank… there was no way this was real- holy shit.

You opened the crate and came face to face with your ideal man… the one you built! Alejandro!

The human like android’s eyes fluttered open, his face quickly lit up once he spotted you. “(Your name)? Are you my girlfriend?!”

You were quickly scooped up into his surprisingly warm arms, the android had a heavy scent of spice and oranges. His nose buried into your neck as he pressed kisses all over your cheeks. “It’s so nice to finally be with you… I’ll be with you from now on!”

Alejandro was a chipper robot. He did household work and made sure you took care of yourself. It was fascinating how human he was… you only knew he wasn’t because of his lack of a beating heart. His body still produced heat, like a furnace, but it wasn’t as comforting as a human presence.

Alejandro assimilated into your life with ease. The weeks quickly rolled into months and he never let you ignore his presence. He was very clingy.

Now the sex was another story. Alejandro was so giving, it was surprising. He often went down on you when he sensed you were stressed. His tongue greedily lapped at your hole as you laid in your bed while his hands held your cheeks apart. His hand pawed at your sex in eagerness. “I want you… want you.”

And Alejandro had you bent over the side of your bed, his fat cock stuffed deep in your tight hole. His hand wrapped around your throat and his tongue shoved in between your lips while his other smacked your bottom between rough thrusts. The sex was amazing… it was always so good.

And Alejandro often checked on you after the deed was done. His warm body curled into yours as he praised you. Yet it began to fill you with disappointment. Alejandro wasn’t a real man. He wasn’t human… he was an android. A robot. Alejandro didn’t know what love was, he was programmed to love you.

So you tried to distance yourself from Alejandro. You felt sickened with yourself for messing around with an android instead of a real man. And this entire thought process stemmed from your friends who expressed disgust in people who fucked robots instead of actual humans. And that filled you with fear. Would they abandon you if you didn’t get rid of Alejandro? Would they think you were disgusting?

“If you want, I could set you up with my cousin!” One of your friends smiled at you as you bit your fingernails. “He’s also single so it should work! I’ll swing by in a week to give you the details!”

Yes. You would take them up on their offer. You just had to get rid of Alejandro first… but how?

A few days had went by and you greatly underestimated Alejandro’s obsession. The android couldn’t handle your avoidance. He began to turn up his affection to the max.

He cleaned until you could see your reflection on the floor. He began to go out of the house to pick you wild flowers. Alejandro even began to be more physically affectionate than he was.

“Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry.” Alejandro cried into your arms as he held you. “Please tell me what’s wrong… please. I can fix it.”

“Alejandro… it’s just that you’re not a human man.” You sighed softly. “And I-“

“Is it because I don’t have a heart?” Alejandro softly asked you, his cinnamon eyes now dark like the night sky. “I can’t produce semen? Am I not a comfortable temperature? Or does my skin not feel human enough?”

“I’m sorry-“

“Then I can fix it! I will fix it!” Alejandro held your hands firmly in his. His eyes filled with determination. “I’m your boyfriend! I will be anything you want me to be!”

You just held the android who pulled you into a tight hug. His nose buried into your chest like a lost child. Alejandro then smiled into your skin. He would fix this… he wouldn’t let you abandon him! You made him! You had to take responsibility…

Imagine your horror to come home to see your friend skinned alive as Alejandro held their heart in his hands, the organ still beating from the fresh kill. A big smile on his handsome face.

“I have a heart now! I’ll find all the parts you like and add them in! So please don’t abandon me!”

Just what kind of monster have you created?

“You don’t need some human man to be your match because you have me!” Tears fell down your face when Alejandro tried to wipe your tears away with his bloody hands. “I’m your perfect man, (your name). You made me this way.”

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batfamluvr · 4 months

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BATBOYS FAV POSITIONS

Dick Grayson is a bit of wild card. But walk with me, Dick is a doggy style kinda guy (Dixon's run). Face down and ass up is how he loves to see you. He definitely runs his hands up and down your back, subtly deepening your arch.

I can see it now: Dick has you bent over, a vise grip on your hips, and he's going at a punishing pace." Baby so whining just for me," he'd groan out. Be prepared for Dick's hands to snake up into your hair. It doesn't matter what length or texture, his hands will be in your hair. He may even pull it if he's feeling kinky and in one of his moods.

he half-moans as his hips smack against your ass." Do I feel that good, love?," he'd ask with a smug and knowing smirk. Then he'd bring your back flush against his chest and wrap his hands up in your hair." You're gorgeous when you cum around my cock," he'd whisper in your ear and speed up his already impossible pace.

Consider that star imploding, sun draining orgasm one of many he'll give you. Dick has got master stamina, and you'll go round after round until you tap out. Even then he'll go," hmm? Cant do anymore? I fucked you that dumb all you can do is moan and tap on my thigh, huh?"

Jason Todd is a man who loves to be ridden. I believe it's called the cowgirl position. He's usually tired from striking fear into Gotham criminals, but he knows you want sex and he wants to please you--or you mutually want sex.

He'd definitely let you take the reins. Jason would smile as you pressed his chest and laid him down on the bed and climbed onto his lap. His cock would jump at the feeling of heat radiating from your cunt." Fuck, so wet and pretty...'s all mine ," he groaned.

Soon enough, your cunt was squeezing and milking his cock. He had his arms wrapped around your waist and his head buried in your tits as he whimpered and moaned." P-Please keep going." Jason would also rub your clit as you rode him. He prefers to see you orgasm more than anything--and he knows the sooner you cum, he can too.

I'm also a firm believer of Jason enjoying you overstimulating him. Maybe him projecting (even though that's lowkey what HCs are) but I think Jason likes being pushed past his limit. He'd love for you to keep riding after he's already came. His thighs tensed and quivering; his cheeks plump and cherry kissed; white strands of hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. He'd have a grip on your biceps and be fucking you onto his cock like a toy, just listening to your dazed and incoherent babbles as you both use each other past your respective limits.

Jason moans and whimpers as he cums. Walk with me: Dick is a grunter, Jason is a moan/whimperer, Bruce is silent but you can tell from the way his abs tense, and Tim is a speaker. Damian (way older obv) is a cusser, I feel.

Anyway, back to Jason: he's does aftercare for you both. Depending on how hard you used each other, the aftercare is different. If Jason and been traveling and you hadn't seen each other, so y'all REALLY fucked each other silly, like thigh trembling, hardly coherent silly then he'd wrap you in his arms and y'all would go to sleep. But if it was normal post-orgasm feeling, then he'd run you both a bath.

Ima need y'all to really walk with me on this one: Jason would wash you. Not in a creepy way, but in a loving way. He's showing affection, not control or dominance, but love. I truly believe he'd buy your beauty products even if it cut into his budget. Jason would love to massage the soap into your skin; he'd feel at peace when he ran the shampoo through your strands of hair, ensuring each lock was wiped clean of the absolute debauchery y'all had just gotten into.

Tim Drake from what I'd read gives me a 69 kinda vibe. He thinks it would kill two birds with one stone. You both get off, you both are happy and it saves time. Not only is it efficient, it also ensures that he doesn't tire out and embarrass himself with his lack of sexual stamina.

I may lose y'all with this one, but Tim is not that good of a fucker, but his true gifts lie in cunnilingus. He can out-eat anyone, especially with the right person--you. Tim would have you moaning around his cock, back arched and thighs trembling. He'd have his arms locked around your legs, just sucking on your clit and tonguing your hole. And he wouldn't stop until his lips and nose were slimy and soaked.

Tim tries harder than any of the Bat-boys because he feels like he has to prove himself. He feels like he hardly won you over as it is, so the least he could do is please you. I also think, no I know, Tim has a praise kink. When y'all do go P in V, I think he'd stick to missionary until he felt comfortable enough to try something else." You make me feel so...so good," in that moan-y voice will have Tim unintentionally blowing his load and then feeling embarrassed about it. He'd also get a rag to clean you up. And his version of aftercare is eating and watching movies if you're up for it.

Bruce Wayne prefers it when you're both lying on your sides and he can hike your leg up and fuck you deeper. He'd have a hand in your hair, and his pillow-soft lips would be laying kisses on your sweaty neck. He can't get enough of your scent. Being with you brings out the primal side of him, the wild and carefree side.

I truly believe the sex would have little spoken words. He's not big on praise or degradation. Though he does oh-so adore your moans. He'd liquify your sweet sounds and inject them into his blood stream if he could, to get high on you. That's one addiction he wouldn't mind having nor would he be rushing to kick.

He's also very iffy on the aftercare. Sometimes he's the pinnacle of aftercare etiquette. Other times he's cold and stand-offish when he feels he's slacking and shirking his duties as Batman. He'll retreat into the Bat. And even as he yells and insults, he HOPES you won't get tired and leave. He HOPES he can shut himself up before making an irreversible mistake. Hope is a big thing for him. After all, he's a man of facts and statistics.

Even if Bruce can't be there in the flesh, he still ensures you're taken care of. Bruce ensures you have the best and warmest meal. Whether it's Alfred's making or the fanciest restaurant in Gotham. He'd have wardrobes and glam teams flown in from Paris and Italy to personally attend to your appearance. Not because he feels you need it or he'd rather you look a certain way. He'd love you if you wore a plastic bag. No, he's doing it for you. You want clothes and shoes. You want makeup, and he wants the best for you. So premier glam teams it is.

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beelmons · 1 year

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cw: smut (minors dni), perv!spencer (a little only), accidental auditory voyeurism, spencer is a cuckold yet again, preestablished relationship with hotch

This is a work in collab with the loml @ihavemanyhusbands

A/N: i'm losing my mind to f*cking tumblr doing insane shit so i'm not formatting this one post .

It was an impulse, the product of lack of thought; he was not a pervert, this wasn't wrong, it wasn't like that. It wasn't like he had dreamed of your curves a million times, or that he had cursed your name under his breath whenever he came on his phone screen, beautifully adorned by a picture of you.

Right, he didn't steal your neglected panties straight from your go-back after returning from a case, and he definitely wasn't pressing them against his nose, every breath covered with scent of the one thing he craved the most.

His cock, however, could not be gaslit into rejecting such thoughts, painfully strained against the folds of his pants. The fact that he was laying face down on his bed, face buried in your crumpled up underwear, was not helping.

It didn't feel fair to simply 'bust a nut' to the thought of you, regardless of how many times he had done that, when he had committed such a heinous deed to his standards. It was his punishment to not be touched, to feel the pulsating ache of desire between his legs.

He wanted so bad for his face to be buried between your legs instead, taking his time to savor you. Probably like a desperate, starved man that had long been denied a meal… which was exactly what he was.

All too often, he tried to imagine what sounds you’d make, or how your breath might tickle his ear when you sighed his name into it.

Fuck.

He couldn’t help himself. He needed some sort of relief, anything he could get. He grabbed his pillow and tucked it beneath him, between his thighs.

Needy whimpers escaped his throat as his hips bucked against the pillow. He tried to envision the firm press of your body against yours, heat radiating from you. Oh, what he’d do to get lost in that heat.

But, regardless of the potent imagination life had gifted him, it alas wasn't enough. Perhaps he was going too hard on himself, who could blame him for getting worked up due to you? Everyone knew you had driven him to madness, everyone but you. If you could just spare him a glance he would put heaven at your feet if that was what you wanted.

His hands moved on their own to set his member free, the fabric of your underwear still tangled in between his fingers, and sweat running down his back in anticipation. If he didn’t touch himself, he wasn’t cheating, right? He folded the pillow in such a way that allowed a tunnel to be formed, tightly gripping onto it so it wouldn’t unfold, and without wasting any time he slowly began to penetrate it.

His other hand helped him keep steady as his knees stuck to the mattress, giving him enough angle to let his hips swing back and forth. Your panties were sticking to his skin, slightly painful, and so he decided he needed a new place to keep them safe. The garment was moved into his mouth, safely guarded between his teeth. His tongue grazed over the specific area where your arousal once was, the faint scent of you deliciously rubbing at his nostrils.

He could picture you beneath him, his eyes falling shut to begin forming his own reality; your body would lay face down against his bed, your ass perked up the slightest to allow him the access you both craved. He imagined trailing the side of your body with his hands, and how he would grip at your buttocks enough to leave you wincing in vague pain, the ultimate proof of being his.

He was just starting to get lost in his fantasies — hips picking up speed, drool forming at the corners of his lips and head slightly tipped back in bliss — when he was interrupted by his cell phone buzzing.

Worried it might be an emergency, he begrudgingly stopped his motions and stretched towards his nightstand to grab it. He saw your name on the caller ID, and his heart began pounding in his chest for an entirely different reason.

He immediately dropped your panties from his mouth and swiped to accept the call.

“Hello?” He said, trying to keep his voice even.

On the other side of the line, there was no response. Well, at least not the kind he expected.

He could hear panting breaths and a rhythmic sort of creaking. At first, he frowned in confusion, but then his eyes widened in realization. His stomach practically dropped as his ears were suddenly blessed with your pleasured mewls.

And suddenly, another voice, one that sounded all too familiar.

"Look at you clenching around nothing. Do you want my cock that bad?"

“F-fuck, yes please…” you whimpered.

Oh.

Something like a light slap could be heard. “Such a needy pussy.”

He was in too much shock to properly process what was going on, let alone think about the ethical consequences of what he was doing, was it okay to listen to you getting fucked by, whom he presumed was, the unit chief? Was he jealous? Angry that another man was reveling in the delight that he knew your pussy was?

He would have dwelled in all those thoughts if it weren't for the way he could feel his dick twitching with excitement underneath the fabric of the pillow. The phone was dropped to his side, speaker mode on, to play the role of background melodies to his sinful activities.

The lewd noises, proof of how well Aaron could treat you, were echoing through his otherwise silent room; he closed his eyes, the final step to spiral down into the delusion he had started. His palm pressed harder down on the cushion, you certainly were tighter than that, but that would suffice, it had to.

He pictured you, once again, beneath him, begging for more into his ear just like you were doing with that other man. You asked for deeper, and deeper he went, the outline of the pillow brushing against his lower abdomen whenever he thrusted.

His free hand was pressed against his mouth to keep himself quiet, aided by the panties that he voluntarily smeared back onto his face; he had completely forgotten to press mute, too lost in the illusion of being able to wash you with pleasure.

“I’m so close, fuck,” you panted, voice strained. “Just like that, oh please don’t stop…”

Spencer could feel himself nearing the edge as well. He rutted his hips with wild abandon, wanting to reach his peak at the same time as you.

He pressed his hand tighter against his mouth, trying to stifle the little grunts low in his throat. What he would give to feel you squeezing around him, too lost in all the pleasure he could give you.

He would worship every inch of your body, memorizing every single reaction to see what you liked best. Could he ever be so lucky?

“W-where do you want it, baby?” Aaron rasped.

“Inside me, please,” you pleaded. “Don’t pull out.”

He heard the exact moment that you unraveled, your moans were a melody he never wanted to stop hearing. He was so close, so fucking close…

But then suddenly, he heard a rustle, followed by a gasp.

“Oh, shit…” you hissed, and there were more rustling sounds on the other end of the line. “Spencer?”

And just the sound of you saying his name finally undid him. As he was seized in ecstasy, he spilled all over the pillow, biting hard on the lace fabric of your panties. His movements became jerky as he rode out his high, but soon his movements stopped altogether.

His head swam from the intensity of his orgasm, and it took a moment for the reality of the situation to sink in once more. His entire face flushed with shame at his auditory voyeurism.

But on the other hand, a part of him was still thrilled at the whole thing.

“Spencer, are you there?” He heard you ask as he stifled his panting breaths.

“I don’t think he heard anything. You can probably just hang up,” Aaron said.

"Right." you answered your partner before a closing door could be heard, it was very possible Hotch had gone to take a quick shower, leaving you alone in the room. You didn't hang up right away, instead your voice lowered to a mere whisper "Spencer, if you're there, could keep this a secret? I'm very sorry you had to find out like this. I will explain everything tomorrow, but please, please, don't tell anyone. Love you, good night."

'Love you' was the best thing that could have come out of your mouth that night, second only to the spill of his name as you came, of course, but he wasn't that lucky.

He looked down at the mess he had made, evidence of the embarrassing situation he had gotten himself involved into, and yet, not a trace of regret could be found within Spencer Reid.

Why would it? The tune of your delight was engraved in his mind, the faint taste of your arousal tingling on his tongue, and the picture of your bare body seemed to be the only thing amiss. But, overall, how could this be anything but a strike of luck?

That's what he told himself, that was how he lied to himself. But this was a very dangerous game Spencer was playing, and for one simple reason: he wasn't playing in the flesh.

Therefore, it would never be enough. Not unless he had you to himself, unless he was able to be better than Hotch.

#no title this time cus i be angry at tumblr #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader smut #criminal minds #criminal minds smut #aaron hotchner x reader #in a sense #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x you smut

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vivmaek · 7 months

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MARS IN THE 7th HOUSE: Observations

This is an interesting placement for sure. Mars does not feel comfortable within the home of Venus ruled Libra. People with this placement are going to face many challenges within their relationships. These types are incredibly passionate and put forth a lot of their energy into their partner. Being in a relationship makes them both equally excited and frustrated. They lack emotional stability and it is hard for them to balance these two extremes. Mars seventh housers will rush into relationships determined to make it work, only to find that some challenges aren’t worth being conquered. I’ve noticed that people with this placement rarely stay single for long. Someone is always interested in them, and most of their partnerships are more sexual than they are romantic. They want to commit to someone, but their impatience can sometimes get in the way of this. With the Mars seventh houser, minor conflicts become explosive. These types have strong personalities and are attracted to people who arent afraid to go up against them. To a certain degree, they like being challenged, it is invigorating. They love to channel these frustrated feelings into the relationship through sex or through the completion of joint projects. However, being faced with constant opposition will exhaust them and deplete whatever energy they may have. Mars seventh housers are productive when their partner actively supports them. They depend on their partner to push them into being their best self. Competition commonly arises within their relationships. And like most qualities that come from this placement, this can be both a good thing and a bad one. On one hand, the Mars seventh houser may thrive when a certain amount of competition is presented. But, it can also become toxic, and unhealthy competition can cause them to question themselves and lose confidence. Their partners should help them become more assertive and are there to help the Mars seventh houser stand up for themself. If these qualities are missing, the relationship will not benefit them. They can’t date a bully, they need to date someone who will take down their bullies. They are attracted to Martian types, people who are aggressive and impulsive. I’ve seen people with this placement settle down with soldiers, fire fighters, police officers, and emergency medical technicians. People within these careers need someone who is willing to put up with the chaotic nature of their lifestyle, and Mars seventh housers can take the heat. They’re looking for a thrill, and boredom does not exist within their relationships.

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ladythot · 10 months

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Do you think pickle knows how to mate..like, breed, a man, or a woman..despite his lack of knowledge compared to the present people around him?

Pickle probably learned how mating worked among other species he watched copulating during his primitive era but he never understood that he is also capable of making a living product out of his own man nog. Gosh the thought of him hooking with a dinosaur is killing me but you tell me, after being numbed for a whopping 200 million growing years on age, would he stay unquestioned of his own present kind that is now amplified by copulation over the years before his very eyes—the living age that discovered his history, the people before him. Or did he ever think back to the crude scenes of copulating species during his age, no. That conclusion is simply too perplex for him to make anything out of-but

let me come clean for a second—I've never read the baki manga but the lil gaidens the collection itself has b-b-but, I'm pretty sureee there's that one pic from the manga where he's rock hard and winging at full length, hunched back and gloomy. Now just imagine him scanning a woman with more skin out or a porny vid playing on the tv and he begins to feel a heat capering between his legs as he grew bizarre to the new feeling until eventually digging in

Once he learns naked bodies are a start to copulating the same way his collection of species breeding one on one back then, specifically from watching porn or two couples on raw view from afar, he begins to think that they have to be in their full skin prior like an invitation to his reproduction. So, when a woman with little to no clothing that mayhap excited his virgin manhood comes into the picture he'll be intrigued. He's whiffing her out, his hands grabbing here there with a careful observation to how she'll act between gropes—if she winces, he'll understand to keep it firm. If she seems to purr at the feeling, he would further grow more curious while his cock unknowingly ached at her meek behaviour.

It's up to the girl if she'd lead him the way that is if she's brave enough to stoop her pussy front, but pickle would follow and eventually lose control. Literal pussy obliterator

#pickle baki #tw.mating

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absolutebl · 8 months

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This Week in BL - Korea drops my favorite cameo ever & gives KISSES

Entirely subjective yadda yadda. Organized sorta by favs in each category.

Sept 2023 Wk 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

I Feel You Linger in the Air (Fri grey) ep 4 of 12 - Well that’s one way to find out if he’s gay, see how he reacts to reading a het sex scene out loud. Yai is flirting so hard it’s like he knows everything.

Dangerous Romance (Fri YT) ep 4 of 12 - Oh no! I love them. Also cohabitation trope! Also ALL the other ones: hair dry, meet in childhood... GMMTV going no frills with this one.

Hidden Agenda (Sun YT) ep 9 of 12 - Zo’s drama over Pat helping Joke flirt seems awfully manufactured. I’m losing faith in this show. Could GMMTV PLEASE hand JoongDunk a decent script?

Only Friends (Sat YT) ep 5 of 10 - Sand & Ray are the only interesting couple, and I’m pretty much only watching for them. They gonna go south fast, tho, and they're already ruined by persistent singing. Ooo. When Sand said Top "stole his ex" did he mean Boston? How gay.

Naughty Babe (Sat YT) ep 2 of 8 - The pronoun conversation had a bonkers translation but I enjoyed the actuality of it. The reasons for Yi's trickery are very convoluted soap opera. But I suppose that is the amnesia trope for you.

Be Mine Super Star (Mon Viki) ep 10 of 12 - Boys. We discussed this already. No sex in onsens! I found this one dull, until the end when LLS showed up. Happy to just have him in everything. Thank you Thailand. Looks like it is a classic ep 11 DOOM next week. Who cares?

Venus in the Sky (Tues iQIYI) 1-2 of 10 eps - The usual Thai pulp claptrap this time a reunion romances in and around a convenience store between a boy who recently quit his job and his former bestie who is now a doctor. Mostly not great acting, plot, or production but the sound is okay and no bad effects or singing (so far), so that’s something. The gay brothers have a fun relationship. It’s vampy and campy but fun. I like it but not sure anyone else would.

Love in Translation (Sat iQIYI) ep 4 of 10 - The date was cute but I still don’t like the lead or the premise (we moved into Cyrano de Bergerac territory). It’s moving slowly but it seems like we might be over the crush/stalker part of the narrative, so that’s a relief.

Crazy Handsome Rich (Sun Gaga) ep 2 of 10 - I just can’t. The sound is too weird. With punch down humor and other issues incoming I may DNF this. You’ve been warned. This ep we got to see LLS with his shirt off. Did anything else happen?

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Jun & Jun (Korea Thur Viki) ep 8fin - No wonder he is everyone’s favorite hyung, boy can read the room like no one else. I love that we got to see exactly how clingy and demanding Choi Jun was always going to be. Only Lee Jun is easy-going enough to put up with him. Also I’ve never watched a KBL with more innuendo. For Korea this was… raunchy. I gotta say had Laws of Attraction not come along, Simon might have been my favorite character of 2023.

Final thoughts on Jun and Jun:

A delightful office romance about an ex-idol who joins cubical life only to find his new boss is his first love. Others boys are sniffing around too. Operative word being "sniffing" as much of this romance involves smell. With a snappy script, enjoyable sides, a pretty as peaches cast, and descent chemistry this show made up for in style what it lacked in substance. I like fluff. I loved this. I smiled every moment I was watching. With tons of rewatch potential (especially the last few eps), my only caution is this is for fans of the BL genre only, I don’t think it’ll work for anyone else. A solid 9/10 from me. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED

I like that Korea is trying high heat, but Taiwan and Thailand are leaps and bounds better at it.

Love Class Season 2 (Korea Fri Viki) eps 9-10fin -

Omg they so cute as flirty bf. Eeeeeeee! CAMEO!!!!! My fav guest couple ever! So exciting!!!! I love that they intersected with MY Strongberry couple (Private Lessons). I’m not used to this but Holy innuendo Korea, what with Jun & Jun and now this show? It’s a bit much for my gay little heart. The final episode was entirely unnecessary, but it was fun to see them being all domestic and stuff. Maru with his dumb lettuce leaves was hilarious. I feel like I need to rewatch this one to really understand it properly, so I will likely do that soon.

Summary of Love Class 2:

3 couples form within a semester of university: 1. a hyung romance reunion of exes, one of whom has a dangerous past, 2. a friends to lovers romance, and 3. a mature student and TA one night stand + complexities (many aspects of which had me laughing). I enjoyed the characters and dialogue of this show immensely. It was a little bit more breezy and friendly than I was expecting after the first installment, Love Class. I’m not entirely sure Korea can handle multiple couples like this because it definitely felt disjointed, especially the 3rd more mature couple (also my favorite) who probably should’ve had their own series. But it was definitely fun and something different from Korea. 8/10 RECOMMENDED

Also, Korea tried to give us higher heat... that was... interesting. I mean, you tried hon...?

Kisseki: Dear to Me (Taiwan Tues Viki & iQIYI) ep 4 of 13(?) - Everyone is a sad sack this ep. Ooooo. Teach/student my favorite. We never get this one. It’s messy. I’m not sure if there is a plot. I’m not sure they’re sure if there is a plot. But I am still enjoying it.

Why R U? (Korea Wed iQIYI) eps 5-6 of 8 - Why is the Fighter character always so frustrating regardless of name or country? Ji Oh stalking his crush via IG is so relatable. He’s very first crush awkward, unsure, and sweet. They also gave a nice kiss - I love the backpack drop (kiss version of a mic drop?) I still hold that if you haven’t seen the original this might not make much sense. But I am enjoying it.

My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho (Japan Sat Gaga) ep 4 of 8 - Oh goody, another JBL where we have to pay attention solely to what they do and not what they say.

Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 (Japan Thu Gaga) ep 9 of 12 - Big fat sigh.

It's Airing But...

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) ep 3 of 24 eps - I couldn't get hold of it and I'm not mad. I'm putting it on hold until distribution gets sorted, or icky get their shizz in order (like that'll happen).

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting

9/15 You Are Mine (Taiwan Gaga) Secretary has to deal with grumpy boss.

9/15 Bump Up Business AKA Bump Up Project (Korea movie) suspected cinema release? I don't know much about what's going on. Last status update. Love story between a trainee who is about to debut and a celebrity from the same agency. Kpop boy group OnlyOneOf has signed up to star in this idol-based BL (based on a webtoon). They’ve been auditioning for this since Libido IMHO. You can watch me chronicle their BL MV series in this post. It’s from Idol Romance who will do sad but can do good kisses (Wish You, Nobleman Ryu, Once Again, Kissable Lips, Poongduck 304, Tasty Florida, Tinted With You).

Still To Come In September

9/26 I Cannot Reach You AKA I Can't Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai (Japan ????) - Adapted from the manga, childhood best friends: The cool, smart one who’s good at everything, and his average, dorky friend who struggles. Always by the other’s side, but not together in the way they truly want to be. No matter how hard they try, their hearts cannot reach each other.

9/27 Absolute Zero (Thai iQIYI) - from 2021, Studio Wabi Sabi and New Siwaj finally bring us this “time loop to prevent tragedy” romance. We don’t always get HEAs from them, so I'm on my guard.

9/27 Bon Appetit (Korea iQIYI) - from 2022, 8 eps from GoGo Studio, romance between an office worker who lives off junk food and the man next door who cooks well.

9/? Mr Cinderella 2 (Vietnam YouTube?)

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED).

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I love him. And I love his version of this character better than Jimmy's.

I also love it when a show gets meta. (Both Why R U? Korea) Why they didn't just go for YRU? the world may never know.)

(Last week)

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fans4wga · 9 months

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Support Entertainment Workers On The Strike Line

"Roughly 172,000 entertainment workers are currently striking, and many are walking picket lines across Los Angeles this summer during an historic heat wave. For the first time in over 60 years, the Writers Guild of America (WGA) and the Screen Actors Guild/ American Federation of Television and Radio Artists (SAG-AFTRA) are on strike at the same time, essentially halting entertainment production as members seek a fair contract. Picketers outside production giants like Amazon, Disney, Netflix, Paramount, Sony, Universal and Warner Brothers are braving blistering conditions 5 days a week this summer in order to make their voices heard demanding higher wages, calling out unfair streaming compensation packages, the lack of regulation around the use of AI, and many more unjust grievances.

Regarding the timeline for a resolution, one studio executive was quoted as saying, “The endgame is to allow things to drag on until union members start losing their apartments and losing their houses.” Right now, this strike is the front line of the labor movement.

You can find a picket line here: https://www.wgacontract2023.org/strike/picket-schedules-and-locations

The Plan

Community Solidarity Project is a 501(c)3 nonprofit that works to support organizations and campaigns in their work for justice and empowerment through event production, logistics management and donation gathering. As the entertainment industry, which is at the heart of Los Angeles, walks off the lot in the name of just and modernized working conditions, our organization is a grassroots partner to striking members in the struggle for workers' rights in 2023.

We are working alongside Strike Captains to mobilize and allocate community resources to support members on the line. With all eyes on Hollywood, consistently strong and well-populated picket lines are a crucial component to showing the media and studio bosses how much public support there is for workers' rights.

The Programs

We have partnered with local grocery stores as well as Best Food Trucks to bring weekly donations of water, sports drinks, fresh fruit, and lunch to a minimum of four picket lines for an initial period of 4 weeks, with the potential to go longer if the strikes continue.

Water, sports drinks & fruit: This effort is already underway, with resources being delivered to four strike lines weekly starting the week of Monday, July 17.

Lunch from Best Food Trucks: This partnership enables us to regularly bring high quality lunches to picketers on a reliable schedule.

Financial Goals

In order to sustain these efforts, we need to raise a minimum of $3200 per week. Here's how those numbers break down:

$6/lunch x 100 people x 4 studio locations = $2,400/week

5 cases/water + 5 cases/sports drinks + 2 cases/fruit x 4 locations = $800/week

As this effort grows, we could aim to cover 10 separate strike lines, 5 days a week! But to get this off the ground, we need to start with the first week at the $3200 mark, and then the first month at a minimum $12,800. By that time, we hope to be exceeding our goals and growing the amount of coverage this effort can sustain.

Historical Significance

Since the mid-1800s, Los Angeles has been a Union Town. At that time, workers in professions such as baking, cigar making, metalworking, printing, and carpentry organized themselves to demand better conditions and fair wages from bosses. Filmmaking began to unionize in the 1890s when IATSE - the International Association of Theatrical and Stage Employees - formed in response to worker exploitation in that industry. Within a few short decades, the Writers Guild of America (WGA), the Screen Actors Guild (SAG), and the American Federation of Television and Radio Artists (AFTRA) all took root in Hollywood in order to protect the labor and talent upon which filmmaking and entertainment are built. Today, those labor organizations are rising up again to protect the workers in a modernized entertainment industry.

Support the labor movement today in a uniquely Los Angeles way, by providing much needed sustenance to striking entertainment workers."

#fans4wga #sag-aftra strike #sag strike #union solidarity #writers guild strike #actors guild strike #wga strong #i stand with the wga #actors strike #wga strike #writers strike

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By George Monbiot

The Guardian

July 15, 2023

Climate breakdown and crop losses threaten our survival, but the ultra-rich find ever more creative ways to maintain the status quo

According to Google’s news search, the media has run more than 10,000 stories this year about Phillip Schofield, the British television presenter who resigned over an affair with a younger colleague. Google also records a global total of five news stories about a scientific paper published last week, showing that the chances of simultaneous crop losses in the world’s major growing regions, caused by climate breakdown, appear to have been dangerously underestimated. In mediaworld, a place that should never be confused with the real world, celebrity gossip is thousands of times more important than existential risk.

The new paper explores the impacts on crop production when meanders in the jet stream (Rossby waves) become stuck. Stuck patterns cause extreme weather. To put it crudely, if you live in the northern hemisphere and a kink in the jet stream (the band of strong winds a few miles above the Earth’s surface at mid-latitudes) is stuck to the south of you, your weather is likely to be cold and wet. If it’s stuck to the north of you, you’re likely to suffer escalating heat and drought.

In both cases, the stuck weather, exacerbated by global heating, affects crops. With certain meander patterns, several of the northern hemisphere’s major growing regions – such as western North America, Europe, India and east Asia – could be exposed to extreme weather at the same time, hammering their harvests. We rely for our subsistence on global smoothing: if there’s a bad harvest in one region, it’s likely to be counteracted by good harvests elsewhere. Even small crop losses occurring simultaneously present what the paper calls “systemic risk”.

Already, regional climate shocks have helped cause a disastrous reversal in the trend of global chronic hunger. For many years, the number of hungry people fell. But in 2015 the trend turned and has been curving upwards since. This is not because of a lack of food. The most likely explanation is that the global food system has lost its resilience. When complex systems lose resilience, instead of damping the shocks that hit them, they tend to amplify them. The shocks amplified across the system so far have landed most heavily on poor nations that depend on imports, causing local price spikes even when global food prices were low.

If this happens when harvests are affected in just one country or one region, we can only imagine the results if extreme weather simultaneously hits several major growing regions.

Other papers have been published with similar themes, showing, for example, the impacts of the rising frequency of “flash droughts” and concurrent heatwaves in grain-producing regions, and how global heating hits food security. All have been largely or entirely ignored by the media.

We face an epochal, unthinkable prospect: of perhaps the two greatest existential threats – environmental breakdown and food system failure – converging, as one triggers the other.

There are plenty of signs, some of which I’ve tried to explain in the Guardian and, with a sense of rising urgency, in a presentation to parliament, suggesting that the global food system may not be far from its tipping point, for structural reasons similar to those that tanked the financial sector in 2008. As a system approaches a critical threshold, it’s impossible to say which external shock could push it over. Once a system has become fragile, and its resilience is not restored, it’s not a matter of if and how, but when.

So why isn’t this all over the front pages? Why, when governments know we’re facing existential risk, do they fail to act? Why is the Biden administration allowing enough oil and gas drilling to bust the US carbon budget five times over? Why is the UK government scrapping the £11.6bn international climate fund it promised? Why has Labour postponed its £28bn green prosperity fund, while Keir Starmer is reported to have remarked last week “I hate tree huggers” (a pejorative term for environmental campaigners)? Why are the Sun, the Mail, the Telegraph and the Express competing to attack every green solution that might help to prevent climate chaos? Why does everything else seem more important?

The underlying problem isn’t hard to grasp: governments have failed to break what the economist Thomas Piketty calls the patrimonial spiral of wealth accumulation. As a result, the rich have become ever richer, a process that seems to be accelerating. In 2021, for example, the ultra-rich captured almost two-thirds of all the world’s new wealth. Their share of national income in the UK has almost doubled since 1980, while in the US it’s higher than it was in 1820.

The richer a fraction of society becomes, the greater its political power, and the more extreme the demands it makes. The problem is summarized in one sentence in the resignation letter of the UK environment minister Zac Goldsmith: instead of attending a crucial environment summit, Rishi Sunak went to Rupert Murdoch’s summer party. We cannot work together to solve our common problems when great power is in the hands of so few.

What the ultra-rich want is to sustain and extend the economic system that put them where they are. The more they have to lose, the more creative their strategies become. As well as the traditional approach of buying media outlets and pouring money into the political parties that favour them, they devise new ways of protecting their interests.

Corporations and oligarchs with massive fortunes can hire as many junktanks (so-called thinktanks), troll farms, marketing gurus, psychologists and micro-targeters as they need to devise justifications and to demonise, demoralise, abuse and threaten people trying to sustain a habitable planet. The junktanks devise new laws to stifle protest, implemented by politicians funded by the same plutocratic class.

It could scarcely be more screwed up. The effort to protect Earth systems and the human systems that depend on them is led by people working at the margins with tiny resources, while the richest and most powerful use every means at their disposal to stop them. Can you imagine, in decades to come, trying to explain this to your children?

Looking back on previous human calamities, all of which will be dwarfed by this, you find yourself repeatedly asking “why didn’t they … ?” The answer is power: the power of a few to countermand the interests of humanity. The struggle to avert systemic failure is the struggle between democracy and plutocracy. It always has been, but the stakes are now higher than ever.

#climate crisis #crop production #food supply #plutocracy #existential crisis

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weepylucifer · 4 months

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Prompt 24, student communists? 🙏🙏

24. "You're trembling."

Steban has announced spring cleaning today. They're well into summer, but Ulixes has learned that when Steban declares a state of spring cleaning, then spring cleaning must occur. He's not even really referring to the season, rather, he's coming out of a lengthy and grueling bout of depression fugue and needs to do something productive with the upswing.

Ulixes offered to help, but he already knows how this goes: he'll get assigned some light, inconsequential task, and once he's done, Steban will sweep in after him and do it again, correctly, because he has certain standards when it comes to cleanliness.

By the time Ulixes arrives at the Capeside Apartments, Steban has already finished deep-cleaning his apartment and is moving on to the meeting room. As he expected, Uli gets assigned a bullshit task ("Just dust everything off, I'll wipe up after you") while Steban rolls up his sleeves, gets on hands and knees and starts scrubbing the floor.

The room is warm. Sweltering, even. The massive hole in the wall only contributes to letting the sun in. Nary a breeze comes in from the sea. Steban, happily intent on his scrubbing nonetheless, is sweating, and Uli can't stop stealing glances at him. Now a strand of hair falls into Steban's face, and his hand, covered in sudsy water, comes up to brush it back, leaving a trail of soap bubbles in his hair. Ulixes feels his mouth go very dry.

"God, but it's hot out," Steban mutters, more to himself than to Ulixes, and undoes two buttons on his shirt. Ulixes jumps up so abruptly he almost knocks a chair over.

"I'll get something to drink," he says and flees before Steban can see him blush.

When he comes back from Steban's apartment with a bottle of water, he thinks he has himself back under control. But then he hands the bottle over and, this close to Steban, is hit with the sight of him disheveled, tiny droplets of sweat glinting on his exposed chest and making his skin shine, and the smell of his clean sweat, utterly intoxicating. Ulixes feels the nonsensical urge to smush his face into Steban's chest, breathe him in, fill himself up with his scent until there's nothing else left. He wants to huff Steban's armpit like a weird creep. He wants to bury his nose in--

"Oh, I needed that. Good thinking, Uli," Steban says, taking the water bottle and unscrewing the cap. He drinks and then, to Uli's mounting despair, splashes a few drops onto his chest to cool down. "I just really overheat during the summer. Going to take this off, I think," he adds and peels his shirt the rest of the way off.

Ulixes thinks he might be losing it.

"Ah, that's much better," Steban says and drops the sweat-stained garment onto the couch. (Ulixes wants to grab it and take it home with him and sleep with it in his arms on lonely nights.) He picks his soapy sponge back up like he's going to star in an erotic car wash montage. "Are you okay to keep going?"

"Hwgh," says Ulixes.

At this odd pronouncement, Steban turns and scrutinizes Uli closely. "Everything alright? You're looking kind of..." He trails off, perhaps for lack of a word to describe however Uli looks. Weird, surely. "You're trembling. You should sit in the shade. This might be heat exhaustion."

"I'm okay," Ulixes says, but he's already being herded towards the couch. (If he trembles, it is only with desire.) Steban makes him sit down and presses the water bottle back into his hand, urging him to take small sips.

"Wait here a moment," he says, picks up a clean rag that he meant to use in his cleaning spree, wets it and brings it back to the couch. "Here, let me."

Suddenly, Ulixes feels the cool, damp cloth touch his temple. With utmost care, biting his bottom lip in total focus, Steban wipes down Uli's face, then moves on to the pulse points at his throat. It does feel wonderful, a splendid relief in the hot weather, but Ulixes can barely focus on that. Steban is so close, half-kneeling on the sofa, and so much of him is on display. Ulixes could count his every single chest hair. The scent of his body is overpowering up close, so rare and delectable, it's all Ulixes can do to suppress outright drooling. Steban's arms, one hand braced against the backrest, one doing its gentle work, encase him. And Steban's touches are so sweet. Never ever has Ulixes been touched with such care, with such concern. The sensation feels altered, heightened, his skin hypersensitive, and he could bask in this forever. It's a miracle his glasses aren't fogging up. Not that it would make much of a difference: at some point Steban's bound to notice Uli is just staring at his right nipple with his mouth open like an idiot.

"I hope I'm doing this right," Steban murmurs. "You feeling dizzy at all?"

"I don't have heat exhaustion," Ulixes insists weakly. He is beginning to feel dizzy, but for quite different reasons, growing lightheaded as his cock firms up in his pants. He hopes to god and every Innocence he doesn't believe in that Steban won't notice. There's just no way to help it. Every inhale is exquisite, euphoric agony. God, he smells so good. He smells so good.

"It's okay, Uli," Steban says. "Let me take care of you like you always do for me." He grasps Uli's left hand and turns it palm up, dabbing his wrist with the cold cloth. "What else do we need to do...? Oh right. We should take some of your clothes off."

Well. Now Ulixes is definitely going to lose it.

#answer'd #i take you now from deepest winter to highest summer #wack #uli's revolutionary musk kink #steban the student communist #ulixes #writings by me

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sariastrategos · 11 months

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Writing prompt! Hux being a snooty tea aficionado while Kylo's like "it's not that deep". Bonus if Kylo tries to make Hux some tea and and it's just water and leaves, getting Hux all flustered up on his high horse about varieties and steeping times, etc.

I love this so much, reminds me of my tea shop AU!

“Listen, I know you’re particular about everything, but don’t you think this is a bit much?”

Hux scoffed “There is nothing wrong with being particular, I shouldn’t have to settle for sub-par in anything. And no, this is perfect.”

They stood looking at the machine Hux had dramatically revealed moments ago, expecting the deserved oohs and ahhs such a marvel was due. Kylo had looked at it and raised an eyebrow. Hux was beyond thrilled with the final product and Kylo was certain it had been a waste of time and effort.

“It isn’t a kettle you neanderthal” Hux clicked his tongue and took a calming breath before continuing, quite patiently he thought. “It’s a variable range temperature controller. You see I pour water in the reservoirs and-“

“And it heats it to whatever temperature you program it to?” He asked wryly.

“Yes, exactly!” He replied excitedly. Or as outwardly excited as he ever got. “I can program any temperature I want and-“

“And it boils the water.” Kylo felt his lips twitching up.

“It heats the water precisely to the set temperature. To the very degree!” Hux told him, desperately trying to impress upon him how magnificent the machine was and rapidly losing his own enthusiasm.

“So it’s a very precise kettle.” He replied, amused “It’s still just a kettle.”

Hux had kicked him out after that. He may have deserved it, Hux had apparently put a lot of hours into designing and building his very own water heater. With separate reservoirs that heated individually in case a guest wanted a different tea. Kylo understood being proud of something you’d made but Hux had already had a perfectly fine kettle that even heated the water to different temperatures. Maybe not to within ‘the very degree’ but an acceptable range was fine for most people.

Not to Hux who shunned tea from the mess hall or anything not prepared meticulously by himself. Kylo had seen him choke down a cup of tea at a social event with a dignitary they’d needed to secure relations with. He’d looked like someone had handed him water from the garbage disposal as he forced down sip after sip until the cup was empty. He’d politely declined a second cup, he was watching his caffeine intake he’d lied through his liar teeth. Kylo had declined simply because he didn’t like tea.

So fine, Hux’s big things were tea, engineering and precision in all things. And maybe he should have at least made an effort to fake interest. Made the oohs and ahhs Hux felt were due. Not that Hux would have believed it for a second but he appreciated whenever he made an effort.

Often when it came to Kylo, Hux was satisfied if he at least tried. The bar was pretty low but he somehow managed to slide under it.

He’d make it up to him. Go back later on once he’d cooled off with a few cups of precisely boiled tea. He’d tell him to give him a demonstration, to the very degree, and pretend to be suitably impressed. He’d choke down the examples of perfection and Hux would be delighted and appeased with his suffering. Apology via self sacrifice.

Hux wouldn’t give him the chance.

“Ren I don’t have time to entertain you.” He’d declared the moment the door opened. “I have work to do and so do you.”

“Well…maybe we could work together? You can make me a cup of your fancy tea and we-“

“Your pathetic attempt at an apology for your shameful lack of appreciation for my efforts is less important than my budget reports.” And the door was shut in his face.

Ouch. Shunned for budget reports…

So Hux may be more upset than he thought.

A bigger gesture would be required.

He spent a few days trying to talk to him. Asked him how his day was going (“like you care”) how were the budget reports? (“Can you even tell me what a budget is? Hm? After destroying yet another console when I expressly told you the expense?”) how was Millie? (“You leave her out of this!”).

He even tried brewing him a cup of tea! Maybe a little to show him that the precise temperature barely mattered but also as a peace offering. He’d made sure to put in exactly as much tea as he’d seen Hux use and followed the steeping times and everything.

Hux had sniffed it like it might be poison, sneering in distaste but he tried it. He took a tentative sip and promptly spat it back out into the cup “Stars, Kylo, what did you brew this in? A metal kettle? Did you even strain it, there’s leaves everywhere!”

“You can taste the kettle I used?” Was he serious? “And of course I strained it, it’s just hard to get all the pieces out!”

“Of course I can taste it, there’s an awful metal tang! A standard kettle no less, the leaves, which are everywhere by the way, did you even use an infuser? The leaves have been scalded by the incorrect temperature and made it bitter. Undrinkable. Thank you for the further insult.” He thrust the cup back at Kylo who just barely caught it and stomped away.

Hurt and anger rolled off him in waves, amplified whenever Kylo was close enough. The crew had picked up on the tension, barely hiding the fact they were watching and listening to their conversation. Not even bothering to cover their smirks as he stomped off the bridge. They were all Hux’s men and he’d never bothered to endear himself to them. Perhaps he should have. Ever since their argument, his favourite foods were mysteriously all gone from the caf before he could get there.

Before he could figure out a way back into Hux’s good graces, and by extension the crew’s, he was sent away. A minor planet under their control was trying to rise against them, burning banners and FO symbols, declaring their freedom. Kylo and his Knights were dispatched to quell the matter quickly and a contingent of troopers left behind to maintain control.

It was on his way back that he got the idea. They were right by the system…

He informed his Knights of a detour and that they were to proceed without him. A chorus of acknowledgements rippled around him laced with amusement and at least one impression of a whip being cracked. He had old them to fuck off and changed his flight path.

The delay had cost him several hours, two hundred credits and the mortification of walking in civilian clothes through the streets but he thought it would be worth it. The looks he got stalking the halls with his prize grated against him. The amusement flooding his senses even more so. But he would bear it. The echo of Hux’s disappointment and hurt had followed him like an echo for long enough.

He approached his quarters with no small amount of trepidation and fumbled the basket to remove his helmet. Took the time to position everything just so, precision in all things, presentation. Hit the request for entry button.

It opened seconds later “Where the hell have you been? Your Knights-“ Hux’s furious face morphed into one of surprise. A look Kylo didn’t get to see very often but now was not the time to revel in it.

“I’m sorry.” He told him quickly “Your work deserved more than my derision. You put time and effort into it, you were happy and proud of it and I didn’t appreciate it as I should have.”

The surprise only grew with each word and when he held out his offerings he thought he almost saw his jaw drop. Almost. “I’d like to make it up to you.”

Hux took the offered items from him, the tiniest hint of pink at his ears and Kylo thought maybe he’d done well. He belatedly hoped the general had no allergies as he leaned forward to delicately sniff at the perhaps overly large assortment. Hoped the shopkeeper had made good recommendations from the sparse information he was able to give them. That the baked goods weren’t too sweet. Hux didn’t like sweet. He liked tart. Citrus. Shortbreads and lemon tarts were the sweetest he’d seen him go. Was it enough? Was it too much?

“Kylo this is…” the struggle for words gave him a slight thrill of hope “You went out of your way to get these things? For me?”

Kylo nodded, tried not to swell up with pride when the pink crept down into his cheeks. Hux hated blushing, thought it made him look splotchy and undignified. Kylo sought to make him flush as often as he could.

“Kylo is that tea from the-“

“The Christoph system? It is.”

“Don’t interrupt me.” He glared. The rebuke held less venom than it might have normally. Lost some of its impact with the colour staining his cheeks. “You went to the Christoph system to get me tea and flowers? Because I was mad at you?”

Kylo shifted his weight from foot to foot, an action he was supposed to have grown out of, and measured his words carefully. “Because I was an asshole and I hurt you. And I needed to make it up to you. I may have gone a little overboard…”

Hux huffed at him, the corners of his mouth beginning to twitch up. “I don’t know, the insult to my work was worth at least the flowers.” They’d die all too soon “But I do appreciate the effort.” Kylo smiled hopefully “Did you get me six teas?”

He ran a hand through his hair “I couldn’t pick one. I don’t know enough about tea, I just told the guy your three favourites and he recommended these-“

“You know my favourite teas?” The colour bloomed a little brighter, reaching across his nose. “How?”

“I do listen when you talk” Kylo smiled “I notice things. Like when you reach for your tarine and click your tongue when there’s only a little left. The little hum when you take your first sip of Orange Pekoe with an extra scoop of tea in the afternoon. You like lemon ginger if you’re feeling ‘less than optimal’ and trying to hide it. I notice.” He finished quietly.

The flush had well and truly reached his collar and beyond. “Would you like to come in for a cup?”

“I would love to.”

He might not know a thing about tea.

But he knew Hux.

@janzoo I love you I’m sorry it took so long!! What a fic this turned into, thank you for the prompt!

#Hux is insane about tea #Kylo has no fucks for it #but he’ll do a lot for Hux #asks are still open #still taking prompts #star wars #general hux #armitage hux #kylo ren #kylux #writing #asks #prompt fills #tea

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kissmethroughthebone · 3 months

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The Holidays were a mess!

Sometimes I date people and they make it seem like they have some big surprise in store for me, and then they don't.

Like this passing Christmas, my wishlist was very simple:

Lab-grown gemstones (if one really bothered to search, I could've gotten like 10 sapphires, 10 rubies and 5 other gemstones for the price of an average Shake Shack order from gemsngems)

Sapphire or emerald ring (even broke people can get this; Etsy has sapphire and emerald rings for 30 bucks. Are they doublets [a.k.a. a gemstone sat upon a thin later of glass]? Yes. But are they nice, pretty, cheap and what I want? Yes. Or even a lab grown one would've been dirt cheap.)

A blanket...... yep, that's it. A blanket. An UGG blanket would've been amazing but frankly all blankets are good. Hard to mess up. Like, under 30 bucks, really.

A massage oil candle. As in the brands where you get a candle that, when lit, slowly melts into a skin-safe warm body oil. Sexy AND comforting, works for both self-care and intimacy with someone. 35$ maximum, but some sold for as low at 15$ for guaranteed high quality massage oil.

Easy enough list, right? Even a man working at Amazon could do this.

And what I actually got:

Excuses.

I almost did get a massage oil candle, but it was my last fling's shoddy attempt at making one... ah yes, a man who could've spent like, 15 bucks, decided that an empty no-spout pasta jar with untested-for-skin-safety heated up shea butter and lavender oil, with a wick in it, was what I deserved...... after being great all year to him.

Why didn't I get it, you ask? Well, let's just say men don't like it when you hold them accountable for things they attempted that made them deserving to be on a registry somewhere. Thankfully, I have hands. He didn't want these hands moisturized even when I almost lacked the sense to forgive him! (I was in a haze and hardly had anyone around me, of course I was almost gonna go back to an abuser!)

Meanwhile he still blew tons of money on board games and comic books.

The ethical anti-consumer organic product naturalista in me is flattered, but ultimately not at all impressed.

Ha! Funny how last year I discussed with others openly on my social media page that a man who spends more on himself, than you, is a man who underprioritizes you.

And the men on my roster, (consisting of my Recent Ex Boyfriend, who let's call L, and my recent fling, let's call M,) agreed, and promised to do better.

It paused temporarily! L stopped with the Bape hoodie obsession of his for a bit and promised more high end dates. (He promised that when we broke up too, since men always try when they know they're gonna lose you for good and will pull out all stops.) M temporarily paused (or hid better) his obsession with wasting cash on rare comic books he never reads online.

And then it happened again. Suddenly everyone has rhinestone hoodies and the limited edition Resident Evil comic books, but no money for a real date, or to pick me up from anywhere but a BART station.

Whew, chile. The ghetto. The ghettoooooo.

My fault for dating broke niggas with issues.

All good though. I'll tighten the fuck up!

I am meant for ubers, galas, chaffeurs, high end events and success! Bills paid! Not... that lame shit!

Low tier men are good for smaller expenses, or tasks; small bills, little hair treatments, maybe a dress or shoes. Some jewelry if in budget! But, talk to them scarcely and show there's always better out there for you and that they have to impress you. Always. Or else, its not worthwhile to see them!

Mid tier men are good for actual life investments: carpet cleaning services, construction, vector control, taxes, actual real gemstone jewelry, subscription services, buying a car or jewelry, and more.

High tier men are good for LIFE in general; industry things, housing things, anything ever on this planet. Ever. They'll always do it.

I keep sympathizing with men and/or letting them get away with things, instead of utilizing them as stepping stones for what I want.

Since you give too much to a man and they get comfortable and stop trying.

Fuck that, I need all my niggas to be working and crying over the idea of losing me! Heart panging in their chest, bent at the knees sobbing, since another man is taking me out to a high end dinner after treating me to some earrings.

I love doing that to men, so much. Always.

Anyway, just reminding myself I got everything to thrive and have no need for a man to survive.

I have a well paying job, a nice mind and a beautiful face and body. I always get what I want. Always. Amen. Thanks and peace out yall!

#black sugar baby #sugar heaux #hypergamous black women

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rialovesrice · 9 months

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Is that halal?

So, I have to preface this by saying that, not all Arabs are Muslims, and not all Muslims are Arabs. In fact, the country that has the highest Muslim population is Indonesia, which is situated in Southeast Asia. It is also stated that, in Book 4, Grim was given a steamed pork bun to eat, and pork is haram (not allowed) in Islam, thus implying that although Scarabia dorm does have a lot of Middle Eastern elements, students that reside there may not necessarily be Muslims. All that said, lets jump in:

It was tough being the only girl in the all-boys school, but being the only hijabi? Man, Yusra couldn’t catch a break

For one thing, she had to run around doing all sorts of errands for Crowley and show up to class early, while staying on top of her salat (prayers)

Why was that a problem? Let's just say, in a school where all the toilets were for men, having to run all the way back to Ramshackle to take Wudhu for prayers then rush back in time for afternoon classes wasn't exactly easy, especially for someone of her atheletic (or lack thereof) abilities

There was also the problem of her hijab, the most glaring one being, she only had one

ONE hijab, which coincidently had been her ancient, frayed crinkle hijab

It had taken a good two hours, and a whole lot of pleading, for Crowley to give her extra allowance to buy another ONE more

And finally, there was the halal issue

She had yet to find a single halal-certified meat product in that cafeteria, and if she had to make do with eggs and tuna cans for the remainder of her stay, she was going to LOSE it

"Why not just ask someone in Scarabia? I heard most people who come from the Scalding Sands are Muslim", Deuce asked

"Yeah sure Deucey, she should definitely do that. 'Hey there, random stranger I don't know, would you please help me get some halal meat?' ", Ace quickly retorted, and Yusra swore she could feel her migraine grow stronger

That or maybe the heat radiating of the many people in the cafeteria

She could hear the start of an argument coming from Deuce's indignant response, and she couldn't handle another headache

"It's fine Deuce. It's a good idea, but Ace is right, it'll be weird if I just go up to someone and ask them for meat of all things. I think I'll just go get some fresh air instead", Yusra said, as she pushed aside her disappointment of a salad, which Grim quickly pounced on

"More for me then! Nyahaha!", Grim chuckled victoriously, before realising that she had been eating pure vegetables

"Never mind", he grumbled and sat back down with his chicken sandwich

Soon Yusra found herself in the botanical gardens, hoping to bump into a certain carnivore who she could irritate into sharing a space in the shade

Walking around for a while, she spotted someone opening their lunchbox and was about to promptly ignore him-

*"Allahumma baarik lanaa fima razaqtana wa-qina adhaban-nar. Bismillah", was that...

"Thanks for the food Jamil! ", the man with the white turban said before digging into what looked like...

"Um...", she cleared her throat and a few heads heads instantly swiveled in her direction, but she was too hungry to be embarrassed

"Sorry to interrupt, but, is that halal"

(will make a part two soon)

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This takes place before the events of book four, but after the events of book two.

*this is a common dua said before eating btw

#twisted wonderland #twst #hijabi! MC #hijabi!yuu #twst wonderland #twst kalim #twst jamil #twst ace #twst deuce #jamil viper #kalim al asim #deuce spade #ace trappola #grim #rialovesrice

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louisupdates · 9 months

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Review: Louis Tomlinson Braves Texas Heat At ‘Faith In The Future Tour’ In Austin

PETER STAVROS | JULY 8, 2023

[📸 Mariana Garcia]

Louis Tomlinson said “I’m f-ing boiling, honestly I might pass out up here” as he prepared to give his audience, mainly composed of girls and women in their late teens and early 20s, another taste of nostalgia with a second song from his time in One Direction. Despite it being a scorching hot Texas summer night, “Where Do Broken Hearts Go” was screamed, not sung, by the nearly sold out crowd at the Moody Amphitheater in Austin, Texas last night (July 7).

The difference in enthusiasm from the crowd between his solo songs and the ones from his time in the mega group was clear. ‘Night Changes,’ which he gave a brilliant rock twist, had a much better reaction than even his biggest solo single ‘Kill My Mind’ – a clear indication that the longing for a One Direction reunion remains intact.

Not selling his music short, Tomlinson stuck to mainly his own discography. Other than the two aforementioned 1D tracks and a cover of the Arctic Monkeys’ ‘505,’ his 23-song setlist was made up mostly of songs from his recent album Faith In The Future with a few fan-favorites from his debut Walls. The title-track from the latter being a highlight of the night as it showcased his crisp, well-controled vocals. He was never a strong singer when put next to the likes of Harry Styles and Zayn Malik, but Tomlinson’s voice has improved tremendously in comparison to when he first came to prominance on the X-Factor UK in the early 2010s.

Throughout the show, Tomlinson looked uncomfortable – perhaps the heat was getting to him; at one point, sweating profusely, he sat down mid-song to drink some water. Even though he is known to be a very charismatic dude, his stage prescence lacked a bit. The few times he did address the crowd though, his smile awakened and his humble-nice persona was present. “This is the best part of the job,” he said about being on stage in front of his fans who “allow him to make the music he wants to make.”

And sure enough, Tomlinson has strayed away from the mostly pop spectacle that One Direction was. He has leaned more on the Britpop meets punk rock sound while still maintaining his meaningful, personal lyricism. After all, he was known to be the One Direction members most-involved with the songwriting.

Before the show, music from bands like The Killers, Nirvana, and the Pixies rumbled on the speakers. His likeness for that type of music is clear, yet it still seems like he holds back sonically. It could be that he does not want to fully lose the pop-infused anthems that have his fanbase on a stronghold. But deep down, it feels like he wants to lean on the rock moments even more.

Songs like the angsty, euphoric “Out Of My System” and the more catchy “Face The Music” turned up the heat even more. Production-wise the show was impeccable. For a tour mainly hitting amphithetaers and larger theaters here in the United States, there was a lot happening behind the 31 year-old singer: moving set pieces, massive strobe lights, and pyro put a huge contrast on the show against his very casual pants, sneakers, and sleeveless tank outfit. His look manifesting that Louis is all about the music.

This latest outing is a big step up for the singer from Doncaster, England. Tomlinson might not be the biggest star in the world, but his following remains strong and loyal. The spotlight he puts on his real craft, which is the music, is what is most important. He has carved out a special place in music for himself and his live show is solid proof of it.

The Faith In The Future World Tour continues through the end of July with shows in North America before heading to Europe through November.

Show Score:

4/5

[This review is a music blog]

#louis press #louis tomlinson #fitfwt23: austin #7.7.2023

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dramatic-shitpost-poet · 9 months

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Blue tongued Skink

Enclosure:

Hatchlings can be housed in 20 gallon tanks, but adults and juveniles need to be in a 36 x 18 x 18 inches or 40-60 gallon minimum with more floor space

Only house one per tank

There needs to be a warm side with a heating lamp and UVB (can live without UVB, but very beneficial), then a cool side

The basking side should be 90-100 degrees F and the cooler side should be 75-82 degrees F

Day and night cycle need to be present

Substrates can be newspapers, puppy pads, aspen bedding, cypress mulch, etc.

They do like to dig, so give them a few inches of substrate

There needs to be a feeding dish to make sure they don’t ingest substrate

They are awful at climbing and enjoy running space, but make sure at least one hide is in their home and maybe a rock or log to bask on

They need places to hide both in heat and in the cooler side

A shallow, clean water dish needs to be present at all times and water changed every day. Scrub once a week

40-60% humidity is ideal, but indonesian skinks prefer a bit higher

Spot clean daily, completely clean and disinfect once a month

Diet/Feeding habits:

Omnivorous and need variety

50% veggies, 40% proteins, and 10% fruits is ideal

Adults should be fed every 2-3 days and juveniles should eat every other day

Feed juveniles as much as they want in one sitting and adults just enough to fill their reasonably sized bowl

Sprinkle their food with calcium powder and vitamins every other meal for juveniles and every third feeding for adults

Don’t feed foods high in sodium, citrus, avocado, eggplant or rhubarb.

Proteins: Canned dog/cat food (cat food has more protein usually), dry dog/cat food that has been moistened, mealworms/superworms, hornworms, shrimp, boiled organ meats, canned snails, boiled chicken, hard boiled eggs, cooked ground turkey, cooked lean beef, and an occasional pinky mouse

Veggies: Dandelion greens, collard greens, turnip greens, mustard greens, squash, peas, brussel sprouts, carrots, and an occasional hibiscus flower

Fruits: Mango, blueberry, strawberry, raspberries, figs, papaya, and cantaloupe

Don’t feed corn-based products and canned foods with bones

Age identification:

They live about 15-20 years, but can live more

They reach maturity at 3 years old

Physical traits:

They have blue tongues that are sticky enough to eat insects

Their bodies are usually a light tan with darker brown stripes and chunky

Adult size is 18-24 inches

Hatchlings start at about 4 inches long

Terrestrial

Awful to climbing and swimming

Their tail can “drop” at any time

Their eggs hatch inside of them and they seem to have “live birth”

They have a clutch of about 10-15 babies a year

Personality:

They territorial easily

Very hardy

They are very picky on the enrichment in their environment and will move their enrichment around until they are pleased

Intelligent and curious

Docile and friendly

They evolved their blue tongue to scare predators

If they are stressed they will puff up, show their tongue, and hiss (also food behavior)

If they get stressed they can lose their tail

They need to be handled often or they get shy and flighty

They do not brumate and instead mate during all of winter and spring

Health Concerns:

Metabolic bone disease caused by lack of calcium and vitamins

Stuck shed can cause lack of circulation, fixed by higher humidity

They will sometimes overeat, so keep an eye on their weight

Handling:

Let them have a week to themselves before you start handling them

Make sure they have a few meals before handling

When first handling just limit it to about 10 minutes, then you can increase time

Support their entire body and hold over a surface in case they wiggle

They love being handled once comfortable with you and sometimes enjoy head/chin scratches

Wash hands before and after handling

Never handle as they are shedding as it stresses them out

#blue tongued skink #skink #lizard #dsp care sheet #dsp care sheets #herpetology #herpetologist #animal #animals #research

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