#this should capture everything I use online

[deancaskiss]

#poll #polls #personal poll #I might have done this before but I forgot #just curious which name y’all call me the most <3 #but I have added more names now #this should capture everything I use online #but then y’all might surprise me in the comments/tags #anyway much love #mwah xoxo

[guccifrog]

you don't even know my name

chris sturniolo x f!reader

warnings : SMUT hm hm hm hmmm 😈🙏

I cringed so hard writing this but here is your fic also it's not proofread ☝🔥

•As the sun slowly sank below the horizon, you and your best friend Ava found yourselves nestled comfortably in the cozy confines of your car, as you had been for the past few hours. The scent of freshly popped popcorn filled the air. You had been discussing everything from your favorite TV shows to the latest celebrity gossip, all while capturing it all on camera for your loyal YouTube followers.

"I just can't get over how hot he is" Ava gushed as she scrolled through a picture of a popular actor on her phone. "I kid you not y/n if this man asked me to get on my knees and bark" she paused looking up at you with seriousness in her eyes "I'd do it!" You couldn't help but laugh at her dramatic tone. "Oh please" you chuckled.

"I mean he's hot and all but imagine moaning his name"you added, taking a sip of your root beer. Ava paused for a moment, her face scrunching in concentration. "yeah you're right" she finally said, "It's so unmoanable, like you can't even do it right!" You couldn't help but snicker at her poor attempt. "Okay, enough of that," Ava said, rolling her eyes. 

"no, but like let's talk about unmoanable names," You said, sitting up straight. "Like, imagine moaning something like 'Bradley' or 'Austin' or something, it's just not it!" You both giggled at the ridiculousness of it. 

"how about 'Christopher'" Ava asked, making you both laugh. "oh Christopher, yes! Just like that" you whined sarcastically. The two of you were in hysterics now, tears streaming down your faces as you tried to catch your breath.

"Wait wait, you could use the short version too like Chris or Topher, and then it'd be like 'Oh-Topher!' That would be so much worse!" You both collapsed into fresh fits of giggles, unable to contain your amusement any longer. "Oh my god, I can't believe we're laughing so hard at this" Ava managed to choke out between laughs. "But like seriously, imagine trying to moan out 'Oh Christopher' while you're bouncing on it..." you trailed off, unable to finish the thought without losing it again.

"WOAH" Ava's eyes widened as she processed what you had just said. She covered her mouth, trying to muffle her laughter. "Oh my god, oh my god!"

Your sides hurt from laughing so hard, tears streaming down your face. "okay I guess we should probably-" you started, but Ava cut you off with a loud laugh. "end this video here" You snorted, trying to catch your breath. 'Oh, Christopher'..." Your voice trailed off, before ending the video, and the two of you dissolved into another fit of giggles, clutching each other for support.

After regaining your composure, you both decided to go home and edit the video before posting it online. you couldn't help but giggle to yourself as you watched back the footage, "I can't believe we were laughing so hard at something so stupid," Ava chuckled, shaking her head. "But hey, at least it made a good video," you replied, your eyes still glued to your laptop. Once you were satisfied with your editing, you quickly uploaded the video to your YouTube channel.

The next few days, the video went so viral unexpectedly that you and Ava couldn't believe your eyes. Thousands of comments flooded your YouTube page. The likes and subscribers to your channel were duplicated, and everyone was sharing clips from the video on TikTok and Instagram. You even got invited to a huge influencer party this weekend. You and Ava were both completely overwhelmed by the sudden attention, but you couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous the whole thing was. You even found yourselves scrolling through the comments, reading all the different interpretations of the 'Oh Christopher' joke. Some people thought it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard, while others were confused as to why it was so funny at all.

-

The dimly lit room was filled with the familiar sounds of typing as Nick, was sat on the sofa across from Chris scrolling through his phone. The two brothers were in their usual setting, the living room of their apartment. It was just another normal evening for them until a video that popped up on Nick's screen caught his eye and sent him into fits of laughter.

"Dude, you gotta see this" Nick exclaimed, barely able to contain his laughter as he threw his phone at Chris. 

Chris, confused by his brother's sudden outburst , took the phone and began to watch the video. It was a clip of two girls, sitting in a car.

"But like seriously, imagine trying to moan out 'Oh Christopher' while you're bouncing on it..." One of the girls in the video trailed off,

"WOAH!" The other one looked at her in shock, before they both burst into laughter. 

Chris stared at Nick's phone in disbelief, his eyes widening as he continued to watch the video. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle, and soon enough they were both doubled over with laughter. "Oh my god," Chris gasped between laughs, "this is too much." He handed the phone back to Nick, still chuckling.

Their laughter died down as they both sat there, breathing heavily. Chris grabbed his phone, opening TikTok."Nick send me that video" Nick raised his eyebrows but decided to comply. 

As Chris watched the video, again, he clicked on the hashtag that had one of the girls' names in it and found hundreds of similar videos, and some edits. He clicked on the first video that popped up. It was a different clip from the same video.

"how about 'Christopher'" the girl asked

"oh Christopher, yes! Just like that" the other one whined, sarcastically. But something about the way she said it made Chris' heart race a little too fast. it turned him on.

 He couldn't believe it, but there was something about hearing his name come out of her lips like that, in that suggestive tone, that did it for him.

He couldn't help but feel a strange tingle in his pants. He quickly looked away from the screen, trying to pretend it wasn't affecting him. he felt stupid for getting turned on by some random girl on TikTok. But the more he thought about it, the more aroused he became. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, wishing he could just focus on something else. He felt guilty, ashamed even.

-

"I hate traffic," you complained as your best friend Ava pulled up to the curb in front of the mansion. The address was an unlisted number in the most exclusive part of town, and you'd been circling the block for over twenty minutes. "Why couldn't they just have this party somewhere normal?"

"This is normal for them," Ava shrugged, throwing her car into the park. She grabbed her small, designer purse and hopped out of the car, glancing around at the other luxury vehicles surrounding you.

You both walked up to the huge, gold-plated doors and were immediately greeted by a bouncer who checked your names off a list. The inside of the mansion was even more luxurious than you'd expected, with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and expensive artwork adorning the walls. The party itself was in full swing, with people dancing to the loud music and laughing as they sipped on their drinks.

"Hey, check out that guy over there," Ava pointed at a tall, dark-haired man standing by himself near the grand piano. He looked like he was lost in thought, not paying attention to anyone else around him. "He's totally cute. Let's go say hi!"

"girl, no," you said shaking your head, "you don't even know him" you whispered to your best friend. Ava rolled her eyes" When did YOU start caring if we know people or not? Come on, he's cute and looks lonely" she insisted. 

You sighed"Fine, but let me get a drink first" Ava nodded, and You made your way through the crowded room, carefully navigating between people as you made your way to the bar. The bartender smiled warmly at you as you approached. "What can I get you tonight?"

"Surprise me," you said with a small smile. The bartender reached for a bottle behind him and began pouring liquids into a shiny martini glass. "On the house," he said, sliding the drink across the polished wood. "My name's Damon, by the way." You took a sip of the drink, savoring the smooth, fruity flavor. "Thanks, Damon," you said, setting the glass down on the counter.

While you were chatting with Damon, you kept an eye on Ava and the mysterious man she'd been so interested in. You decided to let her have her fun, but you weren't quite ready to join them yet. As you took another sip of your drink, you found yourself lost in thought.

You were just about to set your glass down when you felt a hand on your waist, gently guiding you off to the side, before letting go. You turned to see who it was and was met with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes you had ever seen.

"Sorry," a gentle voice said, before disappearing. You turned back to the party, taking in the scene, Ava was now dancing with the tall, dark-haired guy. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, and Ava looked like she was having the time of her life.

You took one last sip from your drink, before placing it down with a 'clack' on the counter. With a smile, you slowly made your way through the crowd, the rhythm of the music guiding your steps. The dance floor was packed, but somehow you managed to find a spot where you could lose yourself in the music.

Kiss It Better by Rihanna started playing and you smiled, the beat was perfect for your mood. You raised your arm in the air and began to sway to the music, feeling the rhythm in your bones. You closed your eyes, letting the music take control as you moved your hips and spun around, singing along to the words. 

unbeknownst to you, the same blue-eyed stranger from before had been watching you as you danced, to the music, and seemed to enjoy it as much as you did.

His eyes locked on you as you swayed, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. You span around, your eyes catch his and hold them, you smile tilting your head slightly in confusion as you continue to dance, and you gesture to him with your index finger to come closer. He nods slightly, walking over to you, his hands in his pockets. He took a step forward before swiftly moving around you, guiding your body with his hands as he spins you around the dance floor.

You gasped, your heart pounding in excitement. The music seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of your breath and the beat of your heart. He held you close, his big hands resting on the fabric of your skirt, his chest pressed against your back. You could feel his hardening length pressed against your ass, and it made you want to moan with pleasure.

As if sensing your arousal, he slowed down the dance, moving you in a lazy circle on the dance floor. His hands traveled up your back, cupping your shoulders, before sliding down to your hips. He pulled you closer, grinding his hips against yours, his erection pressing harder against your ass. You arched your back, pressing yourself against him, wanting more of his touch.

You were aware of the fact that he was just a stranger, but like Ava said, when did you care if you knew people or not? You let yourself enjoy the moment, and enjoy him. His hands traveled down to your hips, lifting you higher against his body. He pressed his lips against your ear, whispering, "You feel so good, so warm in my arms."

You shivered, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over you. The alcohol was beginning to make you feel light-headed but in a good way. You pressed your back harder against him, wanting more of his touch "Careful, princess, we're in a public place" he whispered, loosening his grip on you slightly. You felt the cool air brush against your skin as he pulled you away from his body, but you reached back, grabbing his hand and dragging him behind you, as you hurried out of the dance floor.

 You led him to a bathroom, grabbing the knob and twisting, just to realize that it was locked, he watched in amusement as you give the door an aggressive kick, sighing in frustration when it still doesn't open. "Hey, I got it," he says, crouching down and wrapping his arm around the space between the back of your knees and the small of your back, lifting you up in the air effortlessly. "Gotcha." He carries you to the end of the hallway where there's a small, unused office, its door slightly ajar. He kicks it open, revealing an empty room with a small desk and a few chairs. He carries you inside, setting you down next to the desk with a gentle thump.

You turn to face him, your hands grabbing the edge of the desk, and leaning back on it. "That's better," you pant, your breath hot. His eyes meet yours, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "And what do you want to do now?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

You swallow hard, feeling a wave of desire wash over you. "I don't know... show me something I've never seen before," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the muffled music. His eyes flash with amusement and he leans in closer.

"you don't even know my name," he whispers back, his lips brushing against your ear. "hmm?" he asks, his warm breath tickling your skin. You inhale, feeling a shiver run down your spine. You tilt your head to the side, offering him better access to your neck.

"I don't care" You muttered as you closed your eyes, giving into the sensation of his breath on your skin. "Just show me something I've never seen before..." Your voice trailed off as you felt his fingers gently brush against your cheek, pushing a stray hair back behind your ear.

"that's crazy coming from someone who thinks Chris is an unmoanable name" Your eyes snapped open and met his. You quickly looked away feeling ashamed as you realized he had definitely seen the video.

"way to ruin the moment," you said, trying to sound annoyed but failing. He let out a chuckle, seeming to enjoy teasing you. "It's okay, sweetheart. I don't care about that either. You looked like you were having fun in your video, and that's all that matters." His hand traveled down your cheek, cupping your jaw, and turning your head so that you were looking at him again. "let's see how much will it take you to take back your opinion about my name..." He leaned in closer, his lips just millimeters from yours. "If you do, then I'll stop teasing you."

Your heart raced as you stared into his eyes. A part of you wanted to take back your words, to kiss him just to prove yourself wrong, but another part of you wanted to keep him teasing you, wanting more of his attention. You hesitated for a moment, feeling the anticipation build up inside you, before finally leaning in and pressing your lips against his. His hand moved to the back of your head, gently pulling you closer, deepening the kiss.

You felt a thrill run through you as you explored his mouth, tasting the beer on his tongue and the hint of mint from his breath. He tasted so good, better than any of your past hookups. You moaned into the kiss, feeling your body start to respond to his touch, wanting more of it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer.

He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. His pupils were dilated, his cheeks flushed. "Well, I guess that answers that question," he said with a smirk. "You're so stubborn" He leaned in again, his lips pressing against yours, and you felt your body melt into his touch.

His hand slipped down your back, over the curve of your ass, and gripped your hip. You moaned into his kiss, feeling the heat between your legs spread throughout your entire body. He pulled you closer, grinding his hips against yours, and you could feel the growing bulge in his pants pressing against your leg. His other hand found its way under your shirt, tracing lazy circles on your bare skin, making you shiver.

As he walked you backward, your back hit the wall with a soft thud. He didn't break the kiss, instead, he deepened it, his tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that sent shockwaves through your core. 

One of his hands slid up your body, and grabbed your neck, pulling your head back. He pressed his knee on your clothed center, grinding against it roughly. His lips left yours, trailing down your jaw to your neck. He sucked gently on your skin, leaving a mark that stung pleasantly. "You're so fucking wet" he chuckled, his voice rough with desire. You moaned, arching your back against him. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice laced with entertainment. You shook your head frantically, feeling the heat between your legs growing more intense by the second.

He released your neck but didn't let go of your hip. His other hand found its way under your shirt, teasing your nipple through your bra. You gasped as he pinched it hard, rolling it between his fingers. "Fuck," you whined, squirming against him. He chuckled darkly and bit down on your neck. "Maybe I should just take you right here," he whispered, his words hot against your skin.

Before you could reply, he reached down and quickly slid down your panties, baring you to him. You gasped as his fingers brushed against your slick folds, feeling the cool air of the room against your exposed cunt. He placed his knee back between your legs, rubbing roughly against your swollen clit. His hands were now gripping your waist tightly as you rode his thigh, your hips moving in a desperate rhythm.

You arch your back, as he continues to tease you. His thigh is hot against your clit. You feel your muscles tense, your breath coming in short gasps as you edge closer and closer to your release. You close your eyes, lost in the sensation of his hands on your hips, guiding you on his thigh, and the way he looks at you like he can see every thought and feeling inside you.

You feel him kiss your neck, his lips trailing down your shoulder as he sucks gently on the skin. "Fuck, I want to feel you around me," he whispers, and with one swift motion, he stands, lifting you up with him. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his hardness pressing against you, and the wetness between your legs spreading on his thigh. He carries you back over to the desk, setting you down gently on the surface with a thud. Your legs spread wide as he kneels between them, his hands on the desktop for support as he leans in, his lips just above your center.

You watch him as he looks down at you, his eyes dark with desire. He parts your folds with his thumbs, revealing your swollen clit to him. His tongue flicks out, circling your sensitive nub before pressing against it in a long, slow lick. You arch your back, moaning loudly as he sucks on your clit, teasing it with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. Your hips rise off the desk, seeking more contact with his mouth.

As you feel yourself getting closer, he stops, pulling his lips away from your center. You look up at him in confusion, breathless from the pleasure he's been giving you. "Please," you whisper, your voice shaky. He smirks, reaching down and rubbing your clit roughly with his thumb. "Please what?" he teases, his voice low and seductive. "Please make you come?"You nod frantically, your hips bucking against his hand. 

 "use your words" He demands, his gaze locked on yours as you struggle to form a sentence. You can't speak, your words tangled up in the pleasure flowing through your body. He watches you with dark, intense eyes, his thumb still rubbing your sensitive clit in small, slow circles.

You felt the pressure building inside you, your body tense and ready to release. You dig your nails into his shoulders, urging him to keep going, to help you get there. He chuckles, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Tell me what you want," he whispers, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Tell me how you want it."

You gasp, your eyes flashing up to meet his as you try to catch your breath. "I want you to make me cum," you manage to choke out, the words barely audible even to your ears. "I want it so bad," you whine, your hips grinding against his hand. You're so close, that you can feel the heat rising up from your core. You arch your back, pressing your swollen clit harder against his thumb, desperate for release.

"What did we agree on though ?" He asked, teasingly slowing down his hand movement as he watched your face twist in frustration. You grit your teeth, his thumb still circling your clit. "I take..." you breathed out, your voice strained as you tried to focus. "...I take it back."

He smiled, his lips curling up into a wicked grin as he continued to tease you. "take what back, sweetheart ?" he whispered huskily, his thumb still moving in small circles. You gasped, as you tried to focus. "Your name," you managed to choke out between breaths. "it's moanable."

"oh yeah ?" he asked, a smirk curling his lips as he glanced up at you from where he knelt between your spread legs. "prove it" he challenged, his thumb still working on your clit in small, relentless circles. He leaned in closer, his breath fanning across your wet center as his lips parted, revealing his teeth. "Prove to me that it's moanable."

You inhaled, feeling your body tensing. His finger pressed harder against your clit, his thumb, and forefinger forming a perfect circle as he circled and pressed. You arched your back, your hips lifting off the desk as you moaned his name, your voice low and throaty. "Chris!." you panted, your words coming out in gasps.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" He asked, his voice low and amused. 

You moaned again, your hips moving faster against his hand as you felt the familiar tension building inside you. "That's it," he whispered, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against your thigh. "Let it out for me"

You cried out, your body arching as you came. Your muscles clench and release in rapid succession, your breath coming out in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over you in waves. His thumb continues to circle your clit, milking every last drop of pleasure from your body.

"Fuck, it feels so good," you pant, your head falling back against the desk. You feel a shiver run down your spine as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your inner thigh. "Don't... don't stop," you whimper, your hips still moving helplessly against his hand.

He chuckles, his thumb continuing to circle your clit, his other hand moving to cup your hip, holding you in place. You whimper, arching your back as you feel the last tendrils of pleasure wash over you.

"I can't believe how submissive you are," he giggled, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. "I feel like I could make you cum just by thinking about it." He leans in closer, pressing a gentle kiss against your thigh.

You moan, your body still trembling from the intense orgasm. His hand moves to gently stroke your clit, teasing the sensitive skin as he asks, "Want more?"

You were about to answer, but a loud ring interrupted you. "Shit," Chris muttered as he reached for his phone, glancing at the screen. "It's my mom." He rolled his eyes and put the phone to his ear, shooting you a sheepish smile. "Hey mom, what's up?"

As he spoke to his mother, you took the opportunity to collect yourself, pushing the desk back and sitting up straight. Your heart was still racing, and your body felt warm and tingling all over. Chris glanced at you from time to time, a small smile playing on his lips.

When he finally hung up the phone, he let out a sigh. "Sorry about that," he said, shaking his head. "So, um... I have to go" he added, glancing at you with a sheepish grin. "But I had a really good time. You were great, and I can't wait to see you again."

You were a little disappointed, but you still smiled at him. "I had a great time too, Chris." He leans down, his face close to yours, and brushes a stray hair from your cheek. "Maybe next time, I'll make you cum even harder," he giggled, and before you can react, he's gone.

-

Chris walked into his room, The air in the room was thick with the scent of his cologne, and the bed was unmade, sheets twisted around the pillows. He quickly took off his clothes and walked over to his shower, turning on the water to warm it up. As he stepped in, he couldn't help but think about what had just happened with you. The memory of your body beneath him, your moans in his ear, the feel of your hands on his skin... it was all still fresh in his mind.

"Fuck" He groaned, as he reached between his legs, his hand finding his already hard cock. He began to stroke it slowly, imagining it was you who was touching him. He pictured your soft, warm lips wrapped around him, your tongue swirling around the head, your hands gripping his hips as you took him deeper.

He closed his eyes, letting out a moan, trying to focus on the feel of his skin under his fingertips, and the hot spray of the shower against his body. But it was impossible to ignore the images of you that flashed through his mind, making him even harder.

He remembered how you had looked earlier, sitting on that desk, your legs spread wide, your eyes meeting his as he approached. He could feel the heat between your legs even from across the room. it was driving him wild.

Chris gripped his cock tightly, his hips moving in time with his strokes as The memory of your moans filled the shower stall, echoing in his ears. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body tense with need.

 He imagined sliding his cock between your legs, hearing the wetness as he penetrated you, feeling the tightness as he thrust deep inside.

His strokes grew faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared the brink. He pictured your hands gripping the desk, your head thrown back in euphoria, your loud moans filling the room. His hips bucked wildly, his body tensing as he felt the first, powerful wave of release wash over him.

Chris cried out, his voice muffled by the sound of running water, as he came hard, his cock throbbing in his hand. The hot spray of water pelted his skin, but he barely noticed as he rode out the waves of pleasure. When he finally regained his senses, he quickly cleaned himself up and stepped out of the shower.

He dressed in comfortable sweatpants and a t-shirt, his movements still a little unsteady. He layed down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to calm his racing heart. He couldn't help but wonder when he would see you again.

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[violetasteracademic]

Context Clues: Elriel (and removal of the BC)

Happy Elriel month! This is my first one (I think most of you know that I am only about two months old in the online fandom) and I am still REELING from the fact that apparently not everyone needed to douse themselves in cold water after Elain and Azriel's interaction in the bonus chapter (and that Az is apparently both an incel AND a fuckboy, although those are mutually exclusive and non interchangeable traits. And Elain is secretly obsessed with Lucien and just toying with Az. But I digress.)

While I personally thought the bonus chapter confirmed Elriel, and of course others felt the complete opposite, I wanted to spend some time focusing on solely the books and seeing what we have. As we know, the bonuses are just *bonuses* available in a limited number of editions, in limited countries, and limited languages. I personally read all bonus chapters, but many don't. So excluding the BC from the conversation, where did A Court of Silver Flames leave us?

Here is the final on page interaction between Azriel and Elain in ACOSF:

A charged glance that takes Elain's breath away.

Here is the final on page interaction between Elain and Lucien in ACOSF:

Elain shrinks into herself after opening a present from her mate.

Here are the previous interactions between Azriel and Elain in ACOSF:

Elain acting all shy around Azriel.

Azriel's shadows ready to throw hands over Elain's hurt feelings.

Here are the previous on page interactions between Elain and Lucien:

There are none.

However, there are references, and they are as follows:

Lucien choosing to live in the human lands despite his mate living in Velaris.

Lucien dripping with discomfort over his presence only being expected because of Elain.

Meanwhile, here is Azriel referencing Elain when she is not there:

Azriel's shadows swarming and being unable to calm down at the mere thought of something happening to Elain.

Azriel stiffening at the mention of Elain's capture, and reminding Cassian he helped rescue her.

Nesta only agreeing to scrying because she trusts Azriel with Elain, the only person who could understand other than her or Feyre.

I have always, and will always reiterate that I am personally Lucien and Gwyn positive. Maybe that's because I'm so new, and haven't been whittled down from all the rudeness yet. (literally as I was working on this post, I got an unprompted comment from an E/ucien on one of my tiktoks that they can't wait to laugh at me when she chooses Lucien. It's annoying. And it sucks. But I know all sides do it.)

I joined the space because I was so overwhelmed by the negative Elain content. By the erasure of her thoughts and feelings and experiences. Bonus content aside, I also feel for Lucien, and my shipping him with Vassa is because he blushes and laughs and relaxes around her. Because she is fiery like Jesminda, the only other female he has ever loved. I don't personally have a ship for Gwyn yet because my reading experience hasn't taken me there in the story yet!

Look, I'm still out here shipping Klaroline and TVD and The Originals went their separate ways almost a decade ago. Ships should be fun. They don't always have to be canon. I'm simply sharing that the reason I make this content for you guys is to provide some comfort to people like me, who felt overwhelmed and gaslit by all the hatred for Elain- dissertations and powerpoints dedicated to erasing her and her value and feelings- as someone who read the books and loved her, as well as her dynamic with Azriel.

I will continue to refrain from discussing the bonus chapter (in this post) no matter how SEXY it was, and how in line it is with everything already happening in the books, but I'm just trying to showcase what the experience is for book readers only, which is the vast majority globally.

Stay kind out there, and manifesting a book announcement soon! Happy Elriel month, all!

#elriel #pro elriel #elain x azriel #elriel endgame #elriel month

[junkworldusa]

have not posted about this at all because i've become increasingly superstitious about art-making as i get older, but i'm in the process of printing a 28 page zine. everything should be ready to ship out in january, at which point i'll make an actual post. it'll also be available as a cheap pdf, and i will eventually post it on here for free. more zine thoughts under the cut

My first two zines are technically lost media at this point. The first one was called 'ACID BRASH' and was about a girl going on a date with an older man who was sexually interested in her teeth. It was 8 pages long and everyone who read it commented on how bad it made them feel. The second one was called 'Tabitha Waves' and was about a young woman who had a chance meeting with an old movie star whom she admired. It was 12 pages long and pretty toothless, which is ironic since the characters in question were both crocodiles.

I moved around too much in those days, and so did the indie comics school where I printed the zines, and neither of us were organized. But I don't regret losing the original artwork, or the files, or the zine copies themselves. They're floating around somewhere. I'm glad I made them.

My third zine was a collection of comics from this blog. Emma Jensen from SAW designed the cover and did the lay-out. She has a great eye for editing (and is also a wonderful cartoonist). After the gallery show/zine launch with other cartoonists in Gainesville I was going to sell the remaining copies online, but I realized I didn't have enough (I've got about a dozen left). You're not missing out on anything, though! No extra comics in there, just the hits.

Finally, it's my fourth zine, which I've titled Junk World #1. I'm pleased with this one. I don't think any comic I've read captures the abyss between drawing comics & printing comics like BL Metamorphosis. It's not a bad thing. It's kind of miraculous. It becomes something entirely new.

Hello to all my new followers, much love to all my old followers, and thank you for reading.

#2023

[buglaur]

tutorial contents:

1 ‣ gshade & photoshop actions 2 ‣ template or cropping & colouring 3 ‣ notifs & pop-ups

okay hi! i have a really old editing tutorial from back in january that i've been linking people to, but it's pretty outdated by now. i also keep getting anons asking about the same things, which is fine, but i always have to go searching for the post explaining it, so having it all in one place will be a lot more convenient lol

i use a ☠ copy of photoshop cc 2017 to edit my screenshots, however the majority of everything i'm doing also works on photopea

photopea is an online version of photoshop that's 100% free and works very well! i can't recommend it enough, it's fantastic

first things first, you're going to need some screenshots to edit. for the sake of this tutorial i'll be working with this one of raffy:

in all honesty, gshade will do most of the work for you. of course it's not needed, but i definitely don't think i could live without it! in this screenshot i used sunset n' vinyl by nesurii

when opening the screenshot, the first thing i do is run it through 2 photoshop actions:

butter action by early-grape

smooth sharp (no topaz) by poolbrop

to add actions in photoshop go:

windows > actions > the 4 lines at the upper right corner of the newly opened window > load actions > your downloads folder > open up the .atn files!

if you're using photopea, as far as i'm aware you can't use photoshop actions, but i've found that 'filter > stylize > oil paint' and 'filter > sharpen > smart sharpen' have a very similar effect when using the right settings. try these:

i like these two actions because they smooth everything out nicely, but keep it sharp at the same time! i always run butter before i run smooth sharp, however butter may leave you with 2 layers. make sure to merge these layers before running smooth sharp to achieve the full effect.

here's a before and after (of the photoshop action):

from here you can move on to step 2

before anything else i want to share the template that i use to make editing a lot faster. you don't need to use it but it's definitely made things a lot easier for me! it's a .psd file and will work perfectly in photopea

download (simfileshare)

if you're using the template you can skip right on to the next section, as it's already cropped to the right size and has the colouring folder included. just drag your screenshot into it and resize to fit the height.

if you're not using it, crop your edited screenshot to:

1707 width x 1280 height

then adjust the colours to your liking. it always varies slightly depending on the picture but my regular process for each screenshot would be:

up the saturation by 8%

up the lightness by 3%

up the contrast by 12%

all of this can be done by looking in the 'images > adjustments' tab

you should end up with something similar to this!

if you want to add a moodlet or social interaction or anything similar, it's all the same process. what you'll need is a screenshot of it straight from the game. i just press the 'c' key to capture them! i'll be working with these two:

for the blue notification i'm going to select it using the box select tool. try to get it as exact as possible. one you have it selected

for photoshop users:

click on the 'select and mask...' option located at the top

adjust the global refinements at the side as follows:

smooth: 70 feather: 0.0px contrast: 50% shift edge: 0%

for photopea users:

go to select > modify > smooth

set it to 15

select 'ok' and press 'ctrl + c' to copy it, then 'ctrl + v' to paste it into your screenshot. adjust the size and position and you should end up with something like this:

next you want to add the transparent border around the notification. if you're using my editing template, right click on the reference notif in the layers tab and select 'copy layer style' (photopea > 'layer style > copy'). from there you can paste that layer style onto your own notif through the layers tab.

if you're not using the template, here's how to set it up on photoshop:

right click your notification layer and select 'blending options'

under styles, tick the checkboxes for stroke and drop shadow

input these settings:

on photopea, it should be more or less the same. repeat the exact same process with the social menu option, but instead of selecting it with the box select tool, use the magic select tool. in the end you should end out with this!

from here you're finished! thanks for reading! go to file and export as png

if you've got questions never hesitate to ask, just make sure to read the faq in my pinned. i might edit this post soon to include the gen intro traits and aspirations bit, but this is all for now. hope it helps, my editing process post has been in need of a revamp for a very long time. i haven't proof-read this so apologies for any mistakes!

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 tutorial #5 anons in my inbox asking the same question after not reading my faq #this ones for you #3 anons in my inbox asking about cas pics #ones coming for you soon #okay maybe not soon but sometime #all my free time has been eaten up #i signed up for extra saturday morning classes and not having a lie in is sucking the life out of me lmao #when i'm busy i just wanna play video games and when i get the chance #to play games i just wanna sleep #its a vicious cycle #i'm currently playing resident evil biohazard tho #enjoying it very very much #i've only got 2 and 3 left to play and i've played every mainstream re game 💪💪 #it was a very fun journey! i played them all within this year #long post

[anticmiscellaney]

I absolutely adore your work! What's your process been like for writing NewOldRare and developing Neil and Louis? Your art and character writing feel so genuine and realistic to me, so I'm really curious how you go about it!

Thank you! I've always been obsessed with character-driven stories and interaction, so I guess this is the result of years of practice and observation, and dismantling stories that do and don't work to see why.

Unfortunately, there isn't a clear way to explain it. It's one of those "you know when you get it right" things, requiring an eye developed over a long time. I will redraw things if I don't feel like I've captured the nuance I wanted to, and a few months later I'll look at it and see where I could have done better. Same with writing. I'm obsessed with pacing and page design, I had a moment of "that's how I think about it too" when Will Eisner described comic panels like music.

The technical approach is I make notes about stories I want to write, then I expand that into outlines, then scripts, then thumbnails, then I draw the comics and colour them and finalise the dialogue. At every stage I'm asking myself if it feels right, if I'm getting across what I want to. That's not to say there aren't surprises and things don't develop organically, but every stage is an attempt to solve as many problems as I can before the next stage. My thumbnails are quite detailed because it makes pencils easier, and I spend a while on them.

I have total aphantasia so I am operating off feeling rather than any mental images. I have no idea how it works and no idea why I pursue this when I'm missing what many visual artists describe as a crucial component. I just do it and I have better things to do (art) than wonder about something I can't change. I don't think it's made me a better or worse artist, though I think it has given me different ways of approaching/developing things. But also, literally everything about you makes your work different to everyone else's work.

You need to care. If your character is into music, listen to that music. If they have an old car that keeps breaking down, read up on common problems for that model. If they work as a film projectionist, watch a training film about using the machine. The characters care about things, have things in their lives that matter, have skills and interests and challenges. If I don't care enough to understand them, why should anyone reading it care, and also why am I writing it if I don't care?

So I do, and in caring I understand them better. This helps me develop characters/story but it also gives me so much more to write/draw. Understanding how things work and how they are done from a physical standpoint makes writing/drawing them easier too. The more you put into your head, the more you can get out later. I'll do way less for a 12 page short than for a 300 page graphic novel, obviously. Pick your battles, a little can go a long way.

They tell artists to collect visual references - solid advice - but you should collect substance too. If you pay attention, you will hear and see things you could never in a million years make up.

I find online socialising difficult, so I go out regularly and talk to people, or just hang around and observe. Chatting with strangers mostly involves listening to them. No one in gay spaces is interested in flirting with me (I'm rather homely and queer men assume I'm straight) but I think an audience is just as appealing sometimes, and maybe even harder to find. You'd be amazed what people will tell you if you're genuinely interested and listening. I once spent forty minutes at a sci-fi con talking to a guy who'd recently gotten into fisting. While I have zero personal desire to partake in that activity (and he had no interest in being fisted by me), I'm engaged, I'm invested, I'm asking questions, spare no detail.

I collect behavior and movement and the ways people interact too. Reading stories on reddit or whatever is one thing, but the words might not be as interesting as the way they're standing, the way their hands move, the way they respond. A guy in a bar once literally humped my leg like a dog because he felt I wasn't paying enough attention to him. I would never think of that as a response to that situation, but he did, and he followed through. Fortunately my friend had just tried to drunkenly sit down and missed the chair, otherwise I would never hear the end of it.

I see the leghumper around sometimes, he's got a boyfriend and avoids making eye contact with me, thank god.

#newoldrare #replied

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

The kids and Batmom! on social media?

"Hey Y/N?" Steph asked from behind her phone, filming you as you put jars into the dishwasher to get them ready for canning, "Whatcha doin'?"

"My best," you sigh, wiping sweat off your forehead.

And Bruce's lips twitched, just slightly. He's been watching the kids' videos of you. Watching the way they captured your humor and your love. Everything from reacting to their report cards to cheerfully threatening to force feed them cookies. You adored them and they adored you.

"That guy hasn't seen a vagina since he came out of one," Babs observed.

"Pretty sure he was removed. Like a Tumor." And then the camera zoomed in on your face. The disgust and the nose crinkle that had become a meme.

And he chuckled. For all that he couldn't get you to give an interview, if the kids stuck a camera in your face you'd answer. And it was the only online presence you had. But now? He was glad he had this. The catalog of all these little moments. Little memories.

"Father?"

Bruce looked up from the laptop and smiled a little, "What is it, Damian?"

"Has there been any word?"

"Dr. Tompkins has her stabilized," he said softly. "She's not quite out of the woods but-"

"What are you watching?" he asked when he heard your voice. The Screaming about something silly that you did to break the tension in a room.

"Just... videoes people took. Little clips."

"Father I- I didn't mean to-"

"Damian, it's not your fault," Bruce said, standing slowly to walk around the desk. He knelt down and squeezed his shoulder, meeting his eyes, "Cavalry knew the risks. She's always known. And I know that if she had to make the choice again she'd do the same thing."

"But why?" Damian asked, feeling stupid. "She should hate me."

"She doesn't hate you Damian," Bruce said, stroking his hair. "She never did- it's just... it's complicated. But she doesn't hate you."

"I don't want her to die," Damian said, his voice soft.

"I don't think she's done with us yet, Damian," Bruce said, kissing the top of his head. "We just have to hold on."

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #ask answered #minors dni #batmom!reader

[sissa-arrows]

Did you know during the Spanish Civil War, Moroccan soldiers who were allied with Franco would have rape "camps" for captured (or not) Republican women? One the most well-known perpetrators of such "campaigns" was Mohammed Mizzian, who was close friend of Franco, and after independence in 1956, he was personally invited by king Mohammed V to lead the newly Moroccan Army, and today even has a museum in his honour in Rabat..

And now the same thing is happening to Sahrawi women in the occupied territories.

Without removing anything from this type of horrors, that’s a very difficult subject for one simple reason. Part of Morocco was a Spanish colony.

Colonizers do use soldiers from the colonies to do horrific things. For example in Algeria a non negligible part of the soldiers who were sent by France to kill Algerians during the massacres of Setif, Guelma and the rest of the region, leading to the slaughter of 45000 Algerians, were Black infantrymen from other colonies. During the war against Vietnam keeping them from gaining their independence, some of the troops sent by France were Africans (Mostly Moroccan and Black men but they eventually started using them less and less because they were deserting the French army to join the Vietnamese revolution). Even without making them join the army France tried really hard to create division and use the colonized against each other. For example whenever Algerians organized an uprising the people would get arrested and either sentenced to death by guillotine or to forced labor and exile. For the “biggest” uprisings (excluding the war of liberation) they tended to avoid execution because they didn’t want to turn them into Shouhada in the eyes of the people. So the French often sentenced them to forced labor and exile. The exile always happened in other French colonies because the goal was also to use the Algerians to outnumber the indigenous people. Trying to turn the Algerians exiled into foot soldiers for French colonialism in those places (which didn’t work as well as planned but still).

So the colonized being forced to join the colonizers army and committing horrors in said army either by force or by choice is a subject that’s very complicated in my opinion. I don’t think they should be absolved of everything they did but I also don’t think they should be judged without taking into account the context. They were Black and Brown men at a time were refusing to fight for France could have easily gotten them under a guillotine. We all would love to think we would have chosen the guillotine over committing these horrors but the truth is we (myself included) don’t actually know what we would have done.

On top of it people (not saying that’s what you’re doing) LOVE to mention what the colonized did in the colonizer’s army while pretending white soldiers were not worst. So the colonized joining the colonizers armies is a very complicated subject in my opinion and not something I feel knowledgeable enough to talk about at length to condemn it.

That being said rape is definitely something that Morocco uses against the Sahrawi women. They also send tons of rape threats to Sahrawi and Algerian women online who dare be vocal against the occupation of Western Sahara. And this time they aren’t an army forced to act because the colonizers said so. They are not forced to join the army either. So there is absolutely no nuance. In this case they are the colonizers and they are hurting the colonized in horrific ways.

#Western Sahara #moroccan settler colonialism #settler colonialism #Moroccan occupation #rape #Ask

[pettytiredandjewish]

It's bloodthirsty genocidal hypocrite "Jews" like you that give the rest of us a bad name. If literal Holocaust survivors are condemning Israel and you're not than you're no better than our ancestors' oppressors

Oh wow- my first openly antisemitic ask (that’s not anonymous) I’m so honored! I would usually be kind when putting ass hats like you in your place but I’m exhausted, now having my first mug of coffee, and I just got done with working a long ‘hell’ shift at work… you’re probably gonna regret poking the wolf and making this post 🙂

- I’m pretty sure other jews on this hell hole of a site have been telling fuckers like you to leave the holocaust survivors alone when it comes to the i/p conflict. Yes they have their own beliefs/opinions/thoughts on the I/p conflict-just like every Jew out there. So for the love of g-d stop bringing the holocaust survivors topic up. Cuz y’all know what? Everyone has their own different opinions/views/ thoughts about the I/p conflict. I’m not gonna talk more about this but if anyone wants to talk about it go for it.

-since you little ass hat decided to bring up the holocaust, let me just tell y’all something. If my great grandparents didn’t escape Germany, they would have been captured and k*lled. But they escaped, sadly my other relatives over there did not leave in time and was sent off to the camps and most of them were k*lled. To this day my mom’s side of the family is still dealing with the trauma that came afterwards.

-I’m assuming you’re an anti Zionist person or you’re masquerading as a Jew. Calling other jews bloodthirsty and genocidal is fucked up and super antisemitic. And the fact that you openly said that was not super smart of you. It makes you look like a fucking fool and an ass. Also saying that I’m no better than our ancestors oppressors? Not really original and that’s also fucked up. Honey let me tell you something- i come from a long line of survivors and fighters. My Israeli and Jewish ancestors/family survived so many horrible massacres/pogroms/displacements/and the Shoah. If they didn’t keep fighting and surviving, none of us would be here. I’m also Native American (not gonna tell you my tribes cuz it’s not your business) but my ancestors/family survived the trail of tears, being slaughtered by colonizers, and being kidnapped and sent to the boarding schools. We fought and survived. Are we still facing the trauma- yes. Trauma that hasn’t been properly handled can really fuck you up and it can be passed down to new generations. It causes so many issues and problems- especially if you ignore the trauma. I’ve seen things that no one should have to see or deal with…so don’t you ever say that I’m like my ancestors oppressors cuz I’ll tell y’all something- I’m making my ancestors oppressors roll in their graves for just being alive, while all my ancestors are cheering me on. Have fun when others call your ass out ��

- no you got it wrong. Every Jew has been affected by the i/p conflict in some way. It’s people like you (cuz i really don’t know if you’re Jewish- you claim to be but you’re words says otherwise) that is using this conflict to blame “Zionist” (which let’s be honest y’all- we all know that they use Zionist as a code word for Jews) for everything that’s been happening. Anti Zionist people will parade around and say that they’re the “good jews” and that they’re not the evil ones- it’s those “Zionists” other there that are the evil ones (This type of thinking is really fucked up). Y’all follow the pro Palestine crowd hoping that they won’t think that you’re the “bad guy” and will even participate in antisemitic shit: Harassing random jews in street or online, surrounding synagogues, college campus buildings or hospitals chanting genocidal slogans, etc…but honey let me tell ya something- most of the pro-pal people hates jews. It doesn’t matter if you’re anti Zionist or Zionist. They don’t see the difference. They will continue to blame us for everything. I hate to break it to ya but it’s the truth. We all have been warning y’all but you guys don’t listen.

I said what I said and if you don’t like it well I don’t give a flying fuck 🙂 (I have no more fucks to give)

Am yisrael chai! ✡️

#jumblr #antisemitism #am yisrael chai #jewish and proud #leftist antisemitism #anti zionism = antisemitism #y’all are really crazy #fuck antisemitism #i’m so tired #i said what i said #zero fucks to give #don’t poke the wolf

[sir-subpar]

BanBan Reimagined!

I had a couple ideas with BanBan. Below the cut

For the record: I'm not doing this to bully the Developers. Especially since I genuinely think they have some cool ideas for this game series. I'm just writing down what I probably would have done differently with the characters

I wanted to give him more of a fun Kondergarten look, and I foind this suit online and figured it was perfect. So I just kind of gave it a few tears and messiness to show that it's been a while since he's actually interacted with kidsm

I imagine that he is kind of like a companion that would follow you around. At first it would start off the same as in the game, being a voice over the intercom, telling you he's locked somewhere and needs a key card.

But unlike the game, he's actually telling the truth, locked up in the office.

If needed/wanted, he could still punch the player when they arrive. Most likely feeling startled/not expecting you to arrive so fast, I possibly reacting by punching you had a fear that you were someone else (possibly jumbo Josh or something, Idk)

He seems like a physically strong character, and he's pretty tall, so maybe when he's around you don't need to use the drone to reach buttons that are high up for example. Maybe there could be a gag in the game where you're struggling to unlock a door and he punches it down or something by accident.

I still think he'd still be drawn to the smell of organs (specifically pancreas is since he seems to be drawn to those in the game) and his monster instincts get yhe better of him if the player is injured/bleeding. I don't know, could be a cool mechanic or something

I think BanBan would want to help the player find their kid(s) due to the fact that he cares about children. I mean, if he was specifically designed to educate/protect/entertain kids, I feel like that would still be a bid priority for him, even if everything's gone to s***

I think it could be a neat mechanic that you have to keep an eye on him, watching for "tells" for when he's about to lose control. Maybe he could start drooling from hunger, or growling, maybe he has retractible teeth, maybe his demeanor would change. Some subtle hints to help the player know when to run without shoving it in their face obnoxiously, y'know?

Looking for your point in the games where they decide it's too dangerous to have BanBan nearby, and so he goes back to being a voice on the intercom, ready to help if necessary.

You could have some good comedy moments with him too. Or just other immersive things. I've noticed the game doesn't really have music most of the time.

Maybe there could be moments where you could call BanBan and tell him to turn on some music over the intercom. He doesn't seem to like silence. You could have a funny moment similar to Ick from The Upturned where the music becomes a funny hindrance.

Yeah, I feel like if they're going to make him a companion for the player that has some caveats they should really lean into it! I think it would really help the game stand out from other mascot Horrors by having a more present companion. Besides, it would actually let you get to know his character so when Stinger Flynn captures him it would mean more. Because it's Not my just some sunburned lookong guy getting captured, it's a friend and guide.

Similar to how chapter 4 of BATIM had Alice capture Boris

#garten of banban #reimagined #banban

[anxiousgayseeksvalidation]

Date Night

Buck has never had a hard time getting in the mood. He's a physically affectionate person, likes sex, and specifically likes sex with Eddie. And here on Eddie's couch, the dark-haired man's hands in his hair, pressing into the nape of his neck, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear, trailing down to suck lightly at that sweet spot just under Buck's jaw--Buck should be in Heaven. And he is! But...

Eddie huffs and pulls back, sensing that Buck's mind is staring to wander, which he tries not to be insulted by.

"Buck. I told you, Chris is in his room, hopefully doing homework but probably online playing a video game with his friends. He's been fed. He's been bathed. He knows snacks are done for the night. He won't come in here."

Buck glances in the direction of the boy's room nervously. He was still getting used to this--maintaining an intimate romantic relationship while parenting a child. When Chris is gone, or when just Eddie comes over to Buck's place, it's much easier to compartmentalize. And when they're all three out together, Buck loves holding Eddie's hand or exchanging chaste, brief PDA's. But reconciling the more intimate and overt parts of their relationship with being in "Dad-mode", and making them exist together in the same space, well...Buck's still working on that.

"Are you SURE, though?! What if he, like, sees something?" Buck asks anxiously, mortified at the thought.

Eddie runs his hand down the side of Buck's face. "Baby, he knows we're dating. He knows what that means. He knows we kiss, he knows couples do more than that--"

"He DOES?!" Buck exclaims, feeling suddenly forlorn by the idea of Chris being old enough to know about these things.

Eddie rolls his eyes affectionately. "Yes, mi amor. Chris isn't a little kid anymore. He knows what I meant when I said you and I were going to hang out in here for some alone time together after dinner and after you and him got some play-time in. Having a kid means working around them, but also recognizing that we can't just not be a couple when he's home. We'd never be together, otherwise. Trust me, I have years of experience with this. Besides, we're not going to bang in the living room with our son in the house; I'm just trying to enjoy some of this before we take it to the bedroom."

At that, Eddie leans in, captures Buck's bottom lip between his, teeth scraping gently. Buck's throat involuntarily emits a low whine, and he lets his eyes flutter shut. Eddie's hands change direction and are now exploring the broad expanse of Buck's strong shoulders and taut chest and stomach muscles. There's soft music playing, the room is dimly lit with some candles for ambiance, Eddie is wearing Buck's favorite cologne, and Buck makes himself get back into the sensuality of the moment. Buck tilts his head back to deepen the kiss, and Eddie breaks it only to latch onto Buck's neck. Buck feels himself being nudged onto his back, and he lets it happen, his arms now wrapping around Eddie as the older man settles onto him. God, he's even more handsome in this lighting, Buck internally remarks as Eddie leans up, his brawny, fit thighs straddling Buck's hips. Eddie smirks, and Buck's eyes go half-lidded as Eddie unbuttons the top buttons of the dark blue dress-shirt he looks so damn good in. Missing the close contact of his body, Buck impulsively yanks Eddie back down into a searing kiss. Okay, yeah, Buck's starting to maybe relax now. There's no more blood rushing to his head, it's all heading to a single pressure-point that's quickly making itself known, and they may need to migrate to some privacy quicker than Eddie thought--

"Uh, Dad?"

Record-scratch sound-effects in Buck's brain as everything comes to a screeching halt. He removes his hands from Eddie like the man is on fire. Eddie sighs, straightens his shirt, and very reluctantly sits up again.

"Yeah, bud?" Eddie responds patiently. There's not a hint of frustration in his voice or the frazzled "we've been caught" panic that's seizing Buck. Buck is relieved to realize that Chris has not actually come in there to find his parents in a heated make-out session.

"I have a headache."

Eddie nods, giving Buck an apologetic look as he swings one leg over to stand up. Buck immediately misses the contact, his body going cold where Eddie's hands had been. But, he jumps up too, ready to jump in and help with Christopher if needed.

"I'm gonna get him some Tylenol and water, and get him in bed. It's too late for him to be up on that game anyway," he mumbles to Buck.

"You think maybe your headache is from not wearing your glasses as much as you're supposed to, or staring at the TV for too long?" Eddie calls out to Christopher in a mostly teasing tone as he walks into the kitchen and grabs a glass out of the cupboard. Buck leans against the doorframe and watches him, a soft smile on his face. His blood still runs warm with desire, but there's something so comfortingly domestic about this whole scene, so intimate in a different way that makes Buck's heart burst. He runs a hand through his hair.

"So, uh, raincheck?" Buck asks breezily.

Eddie stops and looks at Buck, blinking in confusion. "Why? I'm just going to bring the kid some medicine and get him tucked in. Won't take but five minutes."

Buck freezes, wide-eyed. "Uhh, are you serious??"

Eddie laughs. "Buck, like I said, we don't have to abandon everything every time we get interrupted or when we're reminded there's a kid in the house. He's going to be here most of the time, we just gotta get used to it being a thing and work around it accordingly."

Buck worries his bottom lip between his teeth. Eddie eyes him.

"But...I've had plenty of practice navigating parenting and having a social and dating life. You haven't. So, if you need more time, and just want to cool it tonight, we absolutely can. You know I'm happy to just be with you. However..." Eddie saunters up to Buck, ocean-blue eyes flickering over the slightly taller man's form.

"...if you want to finish what we started, why don't you go wait for me in the bedroom, hmm?" Eddie whispers, sultry, next to Buck's ear. Buck swallows, and just like that, his heart is racing in his chest again. Eddie punctuates his point with a wink and a quick, suggestive smack to Buck's ass. Buck watches him head to Chris's room, fluidly and easily switching from sexy and seductive to kind, attentive Dad. Buck can hear him fussing over his son, can picture Eddie ruffling Chris's hair affectionately.

Buck takes two lit candles from the living room to Eddie's room and blows out the rest. When Eddie comes back, he's greeted with the sight of Buck reclining on the bed, jeans button undone, shirt off, gazing at Eddie through half-lidded eyes. Eddie takes a second to appreciate the picture before him, but Buck gives him no more than that second.

"Well? This was your idea. What are you waiting for?"

Eddie grins and pounces, and yeah, Buck has decided to just go ahead and get used to this.

#buddie #buddie 911 #buck x eddie

[thats-very-like-a-whale]

I just sat on the floor of my kitchen, with my mother, and sobbed.

I’ve hardly had time to vocalize my thoughts in the past few days and I feel like I’m going crazy. Our hearts, our minds, are torn apart by grief and anger and despair and fear. I just want to speak my thoughts out loud. So if you hate every word I say, if you hate everything I stand for, if you hate me or you hate the people I love—please just don't say anything. Let whatever I say echo in silence.

The magnitude of the horrors that the people of Israel have faced on October 7th and the days that followed are only now beginning to sink in. The testimonies, the videos, the photos are coming wave after wave. It’s not something that can or ever should be captured by words. I’m begging you, for your own sake, not to look up the horrors online. There are images that will never leave your mind. I, alongside thousands and thousands of people, am in mourning. I’ve lost a friend who fell protecting the civilians of Kibbutz Be'eri. Some have lost whole families.

On the other side of the Gaza border, thousands of innocent lives—over a third of them children—have been lost. Hundreds of thousands more live without electricity and water, not knowing if they’ll survive the next day.

This is hell. For both sides. This is war, and war is hell. People on both sides of the border with Gaza are living their worst nightmares. I, right now, am living my worst nightmare.

As a kid, every year on Yom HaZikaron—the Israeli equivalent of Memorial Day—my school would organize a ceremony dedicated to telling the story of one fallen soldier. Every year, a new face. Every year, a different story of a different lost life. Beautiful, beloved, brilliant, lost lives. My worst fear was that someone I love would become one of those faces. On Thursday, I visited my friend’s grieving family, sitting shiv’a for their fallen son. Maybe next year, a school somewhere will dedicate a ceremony to him.

A generation of people are going to have this war engraved in their minds and etched into their flesh forever. A generation of Palestinians, and of Israelis, are never going to forget these days.

So I say this with all the agony, fear, wrath and grief that me and my family and my friends have suffered in this past week—this violence, this terror, this grief will only end once Hamas is eradicated forever. Their regime has to fall, their resources have to be destroyed, and they need to be hit so hard they can never get back up. A death cult dedicated to Nazi ideology and genocide has no place in this world. Hamas use Palestinians as human shields and their objective is to get as many of them killed as possible to serve their goal of incitement against Israel. For decades now, Hamas has perpetuated a cycle of violence that has claimed the lives of tens of thousands of Israelis and Palestinians alike. And this war will not and cannot end until they are obliterated.

Hamas have taken hostages. No one knows if they are dead or alive. If they’re being tortured. There are Holocaust survivors, young children, people with autism, full families, being held captive by Hamas. And this war won’t end until they’re home.

So no one, no one, sitting comfortably distant from the death and carnage and horror of the war going on in Israel and Gaza now, has the fucking right to say Israel can't defend itself. And Israel can, and will, do whatever they must to end Hamas and bring home our family being held hostage.

My heart has been broken 2,329 times for the Palestinians killed in this war. Their leaders have chosen they will die in the name of a genocidal war they've waged. And so, so many more will be killed before this war is over.

And it is Israel's responsibility, once and for all, to make sure this never happens again. For the sake of Israelis and for the sake of Palestinians. Hamas started this war, and Israel has a duty to end it once and for all. Never Again is now.

#war #israel #palestine #jumblr #ישראבלר #ישרבלר #cw war #gaza #cw terrorism #israel palestine conflict #war in israel

[ateez-ana]

i have the time of my life fighting dragons with you

relashionship with ateez members

Yeosang:

these kindred spirits found themselves drawn together, embarking on a journey that would not only shape their careers but also forge an unbreakable bond.

Their bond transcends mere friendship, blossoming into a pillar of unwavering support and a safe haven amidst the storms of life. They are each other's confidants, offering a listening ear and words of encouragement during challenging times. Yeosang's quiet strength provides a calming presence, while Ana's nurturing spirit offers unwavering support, creating a refuge where they can be vulnerable and true to themselves.

Their relationship is not without its playful moments. They often engage in lighthearted banter, teasing each other with inside jokes and affectionate jabs. However, beneath the playful surface lies a deep understanding and empathy for each other's experiences, dreams, and aspirations

The relationship between Yeosang and Ana has captured the hearts of fans worldwide, who are drawn to their genuine affection for each other, their unwavering support, and the purity of their connection.

In a world often filled with fleeting connections and manufactured relationships, Yeosang and Ana's bond stands as a beacon of purity and authenticity. Their love transcends the boundaries of mere friendship, weaving a tapestry of shared dreams, unwavering support, and a connection that resonates with the depths of their souls. It is a love that has enriched their lives, inspired fans worldwide, and proven that true love can indeed exist in the whirlwind of the K-pop industry.

When Yeosang finds himself the target of playful pranks by his fellow members, Ana steps in with a gentle yet firm demeanor, ensuring that the teasing remains lighthearted and respectful, during a practice session, as the other members playfully tease Yeosang about his dance moves, Ana gently intervenes, reminding them that while they can joke with each other, they should always respect each other's feelings.

Beyond the playful banter of their group, Ana also shields Yeosang from the harshness of negative comments and online criticism. She understands the emotional toll such negativity can take, and she stands as a protective barrier, shielding him from the hurtful words of others, during a group interview, when Yeosang hesitates to share his thoughts on a creative project, Ana nudges him gently, encouraging him to speak up and share his unique perspective. She believes in his creativity and wants him to shine with confidence.

She is his confidante, his source of strength, and his unwavering defender. Her love for Yeosang manifests not only in her protective actions but also in her unwavering belief in his talents and his worth as an individual

yuhno

golden retriever boy and Maine Coon girl

Their relationship is not without its playful moments. They may tease each other gently, engage in friendly banter, or even pull lighthearted pranks on each other. This playful dynamic adds a touch of humor to their interactions and strengthens their bond through shared laughter and experiences.

Yuhno, known for his energetic and mischievous personality, often uses their height difference as a source of amusement, engaging in friendly banter that adds a touch of humor to their interactions. Ana, known for her quick wit and playful nature, often responds to Yuho's teasing with her own witty retorts. She might playfully remind him that being tall doesn't always mean you're better at everything, or she might jokingly suggest that she can see things he can't because she's closer to the ground.

practice vocal harmonies duo, they always sit close to each other,Yuho and Ana have both mentioned enjoying video games, so it's likely they spend time together playing multiplayer games or competing against each other Yuhno and Ana prepared for their highly anticipated Mario Kart showdown. The stakes were high: the loser would have to perform their latest song in front of atinys complete with a silly dance routine.

Yuhno, the self-proclaimed Mario Kart champion, exuded confidence as he selected his trusty character, Rainbow Road, a track notorious for its unpredictable twists and turns. Ana, determined to prove her underdog status, chose the adorable Toad.

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez 9th member

[coldalbion]

Like Covid, climate change will force more artists away from traditional opportunities for community and inspiration. The pandemic turned drag Twitch streamer DEERE into a full-timer; as a makeup artist, her gigs vanished. So she focused on her passions: drag, horror games, and streaming. Early in the pandemic, comedian Jenny Yang created and hosted Comedy Crossing, a twice-monthly standup show streamed over Zoom from inside the game Animal Crossing. Throughout 2020, it raised more than $40,000 for Black Lives Matter. “I’m in this industry and have dedicated my life to it because I want to be part of a conversation,” she says. “To me the collective conversation is what makes life meaningful.” BOARLORD is an indie game developer who “pivoted to porn” (and Patreon) during the pandemic after working in tech, where she discovered “the naked hatred they all have for cultural production.” It was there she found her place. “I am not trying to capture the largest audience. I’m being hyper-specific, sometimes to my detriment," she says of her work. Or, to put it another way, DEERE, Yang, and BOARLORD all found their own ways of seizing the means of production, of audience-building. It's the same thing Black Girl Nerds CEO Jamie Broadnax discovered live-tweeting Scandal years earlier. “I didn’t know I was building a community,” Broadnax says. “I was tired of waiting for a seat at the table, so I built my own table.” The appeal of becoming one’s own studio head is obvious. “Take TikTok,” says Clifton. “You have teens with a more polished presence online than most companies, who have become TikTok experts seemingly overnight, and their work just keeps getting more and more professional-grade.” But in a world where everyone is a brand, no one can be a star. And influencers have discovered what porn performers already knew: Platforms are fickle. Content guidelines, corporate ownership, and payment structures can change overnight, without explanation. Much like humans have permanently altered and unsettled the natural world, online ecosystems for fans and creators have experienced rolling shocks in response to technology. Just as users find another den, it’s burned down. The story of the internet is the story of America itself: a seemingly limitless landscape transformed into a shopping mall populated by the same handful of brands, products, and voices. MacDonald tells me that what’s important about pornography isn’t what it can tell us about entertainment but what it can tell us about how platforms will treat people in the future. “Porn workers are the canaries in the coal mine. They are the first ones to be censored, demonetized, deprioritized in recommender systems, shadow-banned,” MacDonald says. And their vulnerability will soon be everyone’s. “Porn workers are at the bleeding edge of showing that if we don’t address this unilaterally and quickly, next it will be queer video gamers, and after that it will be certain political opinions, and that is alarming. That should concern everyone.” To understand how the American media landscape fractured, one must first understand the brands that forged it. According to Faris Yakob, cofounder of creative consultancy Genius Steals and author of Paid Attention, advertisers created the neutral “view from nowhere” voice in media. In the 19th and 20th centuries, national brands looking to grow customers wouldn’t partner with biased publications. But everything changed when ad tech arrived. “People started tagging their digital media buys so it wouldn’t appear next to topics like homosexuality, or Covid, to avoid getting into clusters,” Yakob says. “But that means that the news isn’t being funded. If you can pick and choose what topics to fund in news, you can distort what is being reported on, to some degree.”

This a fantastic article that touches on so much

#sag aftra #writers strike #queer #media

[bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls]

The Daily Dad

Things you might want to know, for Dec 19, 2023:

23andMe confirms hackers stole ancestry data on 6.9 million users — It’s probably too late and my warnings are pointless, but please kids… don’t give something as valuable as your DNA to a for-profit company that views security as a cost-center. It’s not just the millions of 23andMe suckerscustomers who have lost control of their genetic identity… their family members are compromised, too. Maybe it’s just me, but finding out you’re actually 8% Neanderthal isn’t worth giving the Russian mob the blueprints to your ancestry.

COMIXOLOGY, RIP — I was there at the start, with my little iPhone 3GS, ready to plow through a digital comic collection in Guided View mode. I was certain Comixology was going to save the comics business, and revitalize the audience. Now here we are at the end, nothing has been achieved, and a decade of progress has disappeared into the Kndle app, never to be seen again. Fucking A.

Using the iPad Pro as a Portable Monitor for My Nintendo Switch with Orion, a Capture Card, and a Battery Pack — Okay, I eat this kind of shit up. It’s absurd on a practical level, but it’s the kind of thing I’m likely to try, just for the hell of it.

Here’s what intentionally crashing a plane for YouTube clicks gets you — To paraphrase Robin Williams: the ability to crash a plane for attention is God’s way of telling you that you’re making too much money.

Facebook Messenger Rolls Out End-to-End Encryption by Default — About fucking time, Zuck. I guess he figures the petabytes of pre-E2E conversations that they can use to train their LLM will suffice, so it’s time to let the peasants have their privacy.

Noah Hawley: How 'Twin Peaks' Influenced My Work — If you were between 16 and 30 in 1990 and had any sort of creative impulse, Twin Peaks influenced your work.

What Did It Mean That Howard the Duck Was Trapped 'in a World He Never Made'? — The ‘80s movie and modern MCU cameos don’t do justice to the comic book Howard of the 1970s. He was dark and weird and absurd and (?) sexy and grown-up in a way that other comics on the spinner rack hadn’t been in decades, and I was enthralled.

The use and misuse of evolutionary psychology in online manosphere communities: The case of female mating strategies

The Bizarre Cottage Industry of YouTube Obituary Pirates

Warner Bros. Reverses Course on 'Coyote vs. Acme' After Filmmakers Rebel

‘Now and Then,’ the Beatles’ Last Song, Is Here, Thanks to Peter Jackson’s AI — The song is very good, and the technical skill and care that went into its recovery is just as interesting. The video is just goofy fun, very much in keeping with The Beatles pre-breakup sensibilties. Overall, a delightful and unexpected treat in a year that was full of absolute bullshit.

Apple Now Selling Standalone USB-C AirPods Pro Case for $99

Texas sues Pfizer with COVID anti-vax argument that is pure stupid — I feel like most headlines featuring “Texas” or “anti-vax” should always include “pure stupid” as well.

How TV Executives Ruined Everything

Humane Debuts $700 AI Pin With 'Laser Ink Display' — Do I think this will be a success? No. It’s too niche and weird. But as a signal of life beyond the smartphone, it’s an intriguing development.

DAK and the Golden Age of Gadget Catalogs — As a household, we didn’t receive a ton of mail as a kid… we saw only a fraction of the junk that hits my physical mailbox these days. But every few months, the DAK catalog would arrive, and I knew I was in for at least a night or two of nerdy, consumerist joy. Page after page of discontinued, misconfigured, or too-oddball-for-the-general-market gadgets were waiting to tempt me with deep discounts on things no one really needed. Sheer bliss, I tell you.

How to Stop Your Kids From Ruining Your Apple Music Recommendations

Prince's Purple Rain puffy shirt is up for auction — You’ve gotta figure Prince’s clothes would fit an American Girl doll.

Audible's Moriarty podcast understands what makes Arthur Conan Doyle's arch-villain survive

The Real Reason You (Still) Watch Reality TV

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[drdemonprince]

hello! A couple months ago or so you made a post where you mentioned having a "working understanding" or something like that for how the world works and functions vs how you think it should due to autistic sense of justice and i was wondering if you'd be willing to elaborate on that. I've been struggling with that a lot. Feeling like everything is terrible and will never change, meanwhile everyone around me seems to be perfectly content with it all. I've been struggling to develop and maintain relationships, professional and personal due to having this strong sense of justice and morality and feeling like i can't associate with people who don't share that but it leaves me incredibly lonely and unable to stay at a job for too long. I want to stick to what i think is right but then i feel like i'm sensitive or crazy because to everyone else it's not a big deal. I don't know how to navigate a world like that.

Oh, that's actually not the dynamic I was referring to.

What I meant was that it is very helpful and clarifying to have a materialist understanding of how oppression and exploitation works, so that I don't fall for the conventional liberal takes on why these things happen.

In other words, at this stage in my political self-education, I have a decent-ish understanding of how capitalism operates and how it is inextricably tied to other social ills such as individualism, racism, anti-Blackness, ableism, and imperialism, and I also understand many of the ways in which liberalism exists to serve and protect capitalism, and so I don't fall for many of the proposed solutions or forms of "activism" that liberalism presents as the answer. I'm able to step aside from many of the popular conceptions people have about how change happens and see the forest rather than the trees, and I don't fall for a lot of appeals for my attention that are actually covert bids to defend capitalism.

Forming this understanding has taken several years, but reading things like like all of David Graeber's books, Elite Capture, Psychiatric Hegemony, We Do This Til We Free Us, and anarchist writings from people like Butch Anarchist and a lot of what's on the anarchist library online really helped solidify this for me. Hell, even Disco Elysium's political critique is so pointed that I can recognize real-life examples of what they were trying to lambast there.