#yapp edges

[spockandawe]

Oh my god, y'all. Forgive me if I'm being redundant, but I think i may have forgotten to post one of my BIG projects?? I just tried to look for this in my archives, and it should have gone up around March 17, but I... can't find it, it's not in my mdzs tag, it doesnt show up when i search yapp, and I was, uh. Arguably very distracted because I made this as emergency distraction material right before a big family funeral! SO, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO. My first take on single volume Mo Dao Zu Shi

One main goal: rigid yapp edges. Some people may quibble about whether that's the right name if they're rigid, but shhhh shh shh, bookbinding already has reached a critical volume of unsearchable key terms, like 'square' and 'shoulder,' I deserve this one, and not the unbearably generic term that slides right off my brain. And resources on how to do any edge overhangs are... thin on the ground, so hell yeah, let's smash em together.

Like one person online, a Finnish poet bookbinder or something, had an example of crisp rigid edges like these, but no clues on the how-to other than that 'yapp' term. I was only a baby bookbinder. I'm not even sure I was backing books yet when I saw it. But i REMEMBERED. And after figuring out boxes a little bit, i felt confident enough to go for it! I used guidance from one of my box making books for how to cover the edges nicely, and heyyyy, it worked!

Now.... mistakes were made. I was looking for trimming alternatives for chunky books that weren't chisels or sanding. Trying to fit different halves of my book into the guillotine then sand the sin out of it was... not the answer. Faux suede was also a mistake. I love it to bits, but it is possibly the LEAST forgiving material in the world for glue squishing onto the nice side of your material, and I sure picked some complex surfaces to cover with it. And also, the yapp edges are a little large. A little intrusive! I wanted them to be proportional with the thickness, and neglected proportional with my hands XD

It's no biggie, this whole thing was something I chose as a learning project, and man, I learned a LOT. I do love it a lot too! The faux suede feels great, the endpapers are great, and red foil on maroon fabric worked out super cool. I'm not going to repeat myself, which is why new mdzs is partially re-typeset, the binding will be different, and my next yapp edge project will be something new. But I'm so fond of this silly thing! Especially the surprise skeleton hands on the back, ahahahaha

#crafts #bookbinding #yapp edges #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #putting surprise designs on the back of a book is a new favorite thing since this #i don't always have an idea #but it's a delight when I do 😂

[daisywords]

Paper Case Book

This one uses layers of durable paper for the covers, hence the name. We got to do a rounded spine, which was fun, and make yapps, which are the little turned-in parts of the covers at the fore-edge

I opted not to hide the leather cord on the inside for a more historical style. The key actually comes from a jewelry box I own that only locks when the key is in the lock (not very useful). The color doesn't show up very well in the pictures, but it's a richer navy that contrasts well with the brighter green endband and stitching

some process photos under the cut: (I forgot to document some of the steps)

#adventures in bookbinding #bookbinding #paper case book

[uispeccoll]

Guest Post from John Martin Rare Book Room

Obseruations diuerses sur la sterilité, perte de fruict, fœcondité, accouchements, et maladies des femmes, et enfants nouueaux naiz / amplement traictees et heureusement praticquees par L. Bourgeois, dite Boursier, sage femme de la Roine; œuure vtil et necessaire a toutes personnes.

This book is a first edition of the first book on obstetrics published by a midwife. Louise Boursier was a scientist, practitioner, teacher, and author. She was a woman of many firsts. She was one of the first women to be trained at the school for midwives which was opened at the Hôtel Dieu. She was the midwife who attended Marie de Medici, the wife of Henri IV (Henry the Great of France), at the births of her six children. She was the "sworn midwife" to the city of Paris, and in 1601 she officiated at the birth of the dauphin, later to be King Louis XIII of France. She was one of the pioneers of scientific midwifery, and her Observations was the go-to pocket book of contemporary midwives.

Between 1609 and 1652, she wrote many books, mostly expanded volumes of this first edition. Among other techniques, she introduced premature labor in patients with a contracted pelvis or uterine hemorrhage. Her work set the stage for the training and practice of future midwives in many countries, including her own descendants.

The binding for Observations is vellum pasted over thin boards. The book cover is also a nice example of yapp edges. An abbreviated spine title has been gold stamped on a black strip of leather overlayed onto the vellum. There are three engraved illustrations in the book, the title page, and portraits of Louise Boursier (above) and her patron, Marie de Medici. Her cap, collar, and cross help identify Louise as a royal midwife.

Book: LOUISE BOURGEOIS BOURSIER [also known as Louise Bourgeoise] (1563-1636) Obseruations diuerses sur la sterilité, perte de fruict, fœcondité, accouchements, et maladies des femmes, et enfants nouueaux naiz / amplement traictees et heureusement praticquees par L. Bourgeois, dite Boursier, sage femme de la Roine; œuure vtil et necessaire a toutes personnes. [Diverse Observations on Sterility, Miscarriage, Fertility, Childbirth, and Diseases of Women and Newborn Children. Discussed in Detail and Successfully Practiced by L. Bourgeois, called Boursier, Midwife to the Queen. A Work Useful and Necessary for All]. Printed by Chez A. Saugrain in 1609.

#Louise Bourgeois Boursier #midwifery #medicine #medical history #rare books #jmrbr #Hardin Library #books #university of iowa

[bigriverbindery]

Sometimes you have to craft an extra tool to proceed. This book is about to get the original spine put back on the book, and we often wrap it with an ace bandage to keep pressure while it dries. This book has yapp edges that extend beyond the pages, so we built a block to protect the boards when it’s wrapped up. We get lots of bibles like this in the shop, so we’ll keep it around for the next ones. #bookconservation #bookrepair #biblerepair #bookbinding #bookarts #atlantabookarts (at Big River Bindery) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBnpZGKpK-X/?igshid=1jrtf2p2uto6u

#bookconservation #bookrepair #biblerepair #bookbinding #bookarts #atlantabookarts

[magicalsalamander]

At Your Service

Pairing: Monsta X Shownu  ⇆ Reader

Genre: Hybrid (Doberman Pinscher) | Bodyguard | Office | Fluff | Angst | Smut

Summary: Your Grandpa adopted him, ex-K-9 police dog hybrid, to kept the auto shop safe. He had to fulfill his vicious guard dog hybrid appeal, but he was putty in your hands. However, when an unexpected event happens you took ownership of Hyunwoo, your best friend…but when tensions build, will he want to stay with you?  

Words:10 K

Warnings: Rated Mature; Death of character (family member), explicit smut, knotting, oral (giving), switch/dom/sub, baby girl & baby boy, protection, explicit language, and dirty talk.

A/N: Hi…I wanted to release this one shot as an intermediate while I’m working on another series. Thank you for being patient with me. This is supposed to be lighthearted~. Thank you for reading~ check out the other version to get a slightly different perspective on this one-shot!

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The whine of drills and sparks singeing metal played in harmony with the sound of heavy rainfall. The toxic combination of gasoline, oil and fresh water bit at his sensitive nose. However, with the years spent in the auto shop the familiar smells have become comforting. He leaned against the steel service door frame, watching and guarding the entrance protecting the mechanics inside. The rain was thundering against the rooftop and metal awning shading the service doors. He closed his eyes, resting them just for a moment letting his six sense take over, as he was lulled by the cascading waterfall off the awning.

Wet footsteps sloshed against the asphalt, a new sound against the normal industrial noises. The shuffling of a paper bag accompanied the hurried steps. Inconspicuously, a floppy ear perked up towards the sound and when it got closer he pried open an eye. She was wrapped up tightly in a hoodie with her arms struggling over a large bag in her hands. She ran through the parking lot like she was running away from rolling lava. She broke thought he waterfall, her hoodie getting drenched, and pulled the hood of her hoodie back breathing a sigh of relief. He watched the pink and rosy burn on her cheeks and the tip of her nose. A smile radiated from her at him momentarily stopping Hyunwoo’s heart.

He closed his eye again, but a huff left you noticing his passive attitude. You pulled out a smaller bag out of the bigger paper bag you were carrying with a sly smile. You approached the emotionless Pinscher, full intent to rile him up. He seemed like a quite one with his stoic exterior, but he could yapp at times like a chihuahua. Hyunwoo put of this pretense of being an aggressor, a force to be reckoned with, but he melted like putty when it came to pets. You often believed it was the slant of his eyebrows. He was all bark no bite…at least when it came to you.

Grandpa ran this shop since his twenties proudly being open for almost fifty years. When he first opened the suburban neighborhood was nice, but as the decades rolled on the times weren’t as kind. He adopted Hyunwoo from the shelter after one too many break ins and cranky customers. He walked into the shelter with his hands clasped behind his back browsing the different cubbies with hybrids in them. He pulled a sour face when the workers offered him a bunny or kitten that tried to drag him in personally with their eyes. He insisted to the workers he wanted an aggressive, vicious looking dog hybrid. They sided eyed eachother attempting to catch up with him as he perused the isles. He stopped at the end of the isle eyeing the back of a tall, well-built Doberman, who rested his head on the wall in the corner of cage.

Grandpa tapped the window, but the hybrid remained motionless. He tried again, and the hybrid turned around squinting his eyes angrily at him for disrupting his sleep. The worker behind him politely attempted to redirect him again, but he didn’t budge, “This one. I want this one.”

The angsty hybrids eyes perked up, even standing up to approach the glass between them. The worker tried to bargain again, “He used to be a K-9 for the police, but he doesn’t do his job. He’s too lazy.” The Doberman growled at the worker who curled away from the glass at the noise. 

With his eyes still razor sharp he turned to Grandpa, “You want to adopt me?”

Grandpa didn’t lose his confidence; his smile was still intact. “Yes, if you’ll come home with me.” The workers fiddled with their hands trying to come up with a plan together to divert him, but the bond was set. Hyunwoo nodded, his expression softening for a moment. 

Grandpa looked towards the staff, “Well, whatcha dilly-dallying around for, let’s get the adoption going whippersnapper!” He turned back to the hybrid, “What’s your name kid?” 

His floppy ears twitched along with his tail behind him, he’s never been asked that before, “Hyunwoo…Sohn Hyunwoo.”

He could’ve gotten a dog, but he wanted someone that could actually talk back. When the family ran away from his lame jokes, Hyunwoo was the one who had to sit through them. He did it diligently though, he was patient and took everything. Given his face was robotic, then a forced amused smile would bloom out of it. He always gave an awkward laugh at the end to let Grandpa know he was listening. All his responses were short either yes or no, or if you were lucky a small phrase. It made the old man smile regardless. To Hyunwoo it was his way of paying Grandpa back.

You squatted down next to your family guardian, setting down the larger bag on the dry cement fishing out the smaller bag again. With your free hand you carded your finger over his bangs, brushing stray hair out of his eyes. You then scratched behind one of his floppy, black ears feeling his head lean into your touch. You were always glad that your grandpa decided not to crop his ears in efforts to make him look threating. You argued with your Grandpa over it, the innocent fifteen-year-old when you first met eighteen-year-old Hyunwoo. “His eyes already are scary, just leave his ears alone.” Which wasn’t a complete lie, whenever he squinted and pulled that stoic expression, it promised nothing but nightmares.

Even though Hyunwoo, a majority of the time, was docile, you’ve seen the aggressive side of him once.

About six years ago you were working, but basically hanging out, as the receptionist for the auto shop during summer break in high school. Hyunwoo was outside guarding from his usual post by the service door. A middle age male customer came in to the shop obnoxiously chewing gum, acting haughty from the get-go. His choice of car was clearly making up for something he lacked. The man leaned against the counter trying to court you, even before you got the chance to ask, “How can I help you?”

From the outside Hyunwoo kept a close eye on the situation the whole time. Hyun-woo decided enough was enough when the man was breathing your air almost as soon as you exhaled. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and stood between the customer and you, blocking you from seeing the pervert. Hyunwoo’s eyes barely looked up as they glowed behind the brim of his baseball cap (which had holes for his ears). In a bass growl, falling near an impossibly low register, the words tumbled off his tongue, “If you don’t want your car fixed, I suggest you leave.”

The customer scoffed leaning his head back chewing while he spoke, “Ho-yeah? Says who buddy?” He tried leaning on the counter pushing past Hyunwoo to potentially pick up where he left off at. Hyunwoo’s nostrils flared and whipped around grabbing onto pervert’s arm and shoved him face down onto the counter. There was a resounding crack from the wooden counter top. The customer began shouting, even claiming he would sue if Hyunwoo didn’t let go. Your alarms went off, so you pulled Hyunwoo off doing your best to hold him back. The growling didn’t stop though. The customer stood up haphazardly pointing a finger at you both, “I swear when I come back I’ll…I’ll!” He couldn’t finish his sentence finding his anger get the best of him and just ran out the front door and zooming off in his red car. Hyunwoo didn’t bother looking at you he returned to his post carrying on with his job. You were left there questioning what happened, but your stomach was doing flips on its own accord.

The pervert never returned.

He breathed out something like a sigh of relief enjoying the warmth from your hand. The cold was crisp, but you were a welcoming heat. When your hand stopped scratching, he wanted to whine out in protest. “I brought you something.” He pried one eye open again setting his sight on the familiar bag, then both eyes opened. His tail wagged behind him thumping against the metal frame. You couldn’t help but giggle and hand over the steaming goodies. Even when you didn’t have a reason to come over, you’d stop by just to see Hyunwoo, your best friend. Grandpa may have rescued him, but really Hyun-woo rescued you. He was always there for you, he was like a shadow preferring to watch from a distance.

He thanked you with a grunt fishing in the bag, biting into a hot one then immediately regretting it breathing out a billowing plume of steam. You lightly smacked his thigh then brought your thumb up to the edge of his lips wiping away stray crumbs. He stopped chewing as your soft thumb ran against his lower lip. He could smell your sweet perfume mixing in with the fresh rain. The sudden bite of gasoline seemed sweeter, he could get drunk off it. “Eat slow silly, I don’t have my CPR training yet.”  

His thumb swept across his lips before he took another bite. “Why do you need CPR training to be a secretary?”  

You brought an arm up resting your head in your hand, “It’s a—don’t speak with your mouth full—requirement and new law.” 

He watched a soft smile graze your face as your hand went back to swipe more crumbs off his face, but his hand encased around your wrist. He gulped hard, “I can clean myself Y/N.” 

You pulled your hand away settling to ruffle his hair out of spite. You stood back up before he could bark at you. “I’m going to give this to Grandpa, I’ll see you soon Hyunwoo.” 

He snatched your wrist once more and with pleading eyes peeking through his bangs, “Just—just one more scratch before you go. You don’t have to…if you don’t want to.”

You set the bag back down, sitting across from him. In all honesty, you were the one who enjoyed petting him the most. It was sort of therapeutic and it gave you an excuse to spend time with Hyunwoo. He wasn’t much of talker, often opting out for a nap, but being in his presence was more than enough. Again, you carded your hand through his hair gently massaging and pampering him. Hyunwoo watched your expression carefully, the way your pupils dilated and how you breathed softly. He wanted to bring you in closer, hold you to him, but…he couldn’t. You were his best friend the family’s guardian, not ever to cross the line to…a lover.

Time blurred as the rain danced against the awning and the sparks never died out.

The rain eventually stopped and the seasoned changed, so did how cold this year’s winter felt. The news came unexpectedly a grim chill crept into the family. You were the last one to enter the office. You squeezed Hyunwoo’s hand before you left the lobby, not sure if it was more for you or him. The lawyer offered you a seat across him, “Please, sit.” He cleared his throat, attempting some empathy for your situation. “Ms. Y/L/N I’m so sorry for your lost. It’s never easy to relay, but he left me with things to give you.” He opened a black case file, pulling out your grandfather’s will and testament. He slid a copy of the original over to you and spoke as you read it to yourself. “He left a some of his assets to you, but the auto shop will be taken care of by your father.” 

You continued to listen politely nodding along, but really you were immersed in reading his testament. “Y/N, you have a heart of gold. You think of others before yourself, and I’m sorry to put this burden on you, but I trust you with this the most. I’m transferring the ownership of Hyunwoo to you as he legal guardian. Please watch over him like you always have, he will protect you now.” Tears stained the crisp, white paper you sniffled and wiped away the tears apologizing to the lawyer for getting emotional.

“Your grandfather set up a fund for Hyun-woo to take care of him.” He slid over a bank book with the name Sohn Hyun-woo scribbled on the top by your grandfather. The meeting was wrapped up shortly afterwards, Grandpa was always straightforward with his wants. 

Everything didn’t sink in truly until I made it back to the lobby. Hyunwoo stood up noticing a change in your scent, smelling the strong scent of salt and stress pheromones. It smelled like rotten eggs that were soaked in the sea. You stood before him with a lowered head and as a single tear rolled down your cheek he caught it before it had a chance to gain momentum. You grabbed his hand lacing your cold one around his warmth, “Let’s go home Hyun-woo.”

Hyunwoo’s never been to your new place, you just barely moved into the two-bedroom townhouse unit about three months ago. You finally saved up enough to leave your terrible previous roommates and find a place of your own. Working as a secretary for one of the CEO’s for a major company allowed you to slowly build up a savings. You wanted to leave apartments behind and upgraded to a house. However, that was still out of your budget, so you settled on a townhouse. It was narrow…and old, but it was still home. Hyunwoo’s eyes was busy looking around studying the street and the surrounding area, narrowing his eyes at any other pedestrians. He was nearly stepping on your heels, his instincts to protect you naturally taking over in this new environment.  

You walked up the short staircase to your navy-blue door with the golden numbers 45730 decorating the center. Before you left you forget to turn on the outdoor light, so you took your phone out to work as a flashlight. You jiggled the keys in the lock, since the lock was old it wasn’t a direct turn the key to right or left. Hyunwoo loomed over you, having already scouted out the area; his black tail was twitching back and forth, and his nostrils flared subtlety.

After the typical three jerks of the key in the lock, it budged to the left and opened the door. You let Hyunwoo go inside first, then closed the door behind you. He lugged two suitcases of his stuff with him setting them in the hallway. You took of your shoes placing them in the shoe rack next to the door. Hyunwoo watched everything you did and repeated after you. You flicked on the light turning around with your cheeks flushed, “It’s not much, but it’s home.”

He turned around after placing his shoes in the rack following your lead finally taking in your sanctuary. The first thing he noticed was the dark wood staircase leading upstairs, then the small living room. All the spaces in your home were utilized strategically. The living room was composed of a couch and a television with knickknacks around to follow your personality. It was all tasteful a blend between comfort and contemporary. The kitchen was directly afterwards but before the transition of rooms, below the ascending staircase was a staircase that lead downstairs to a basement floor. “I planned to turn the other room into some sort of office space, but it’s yours.” He nodded not bothering to look at you still looking around inspecting everything with his eyes. He wanted to learn everything, he couldn’t fully contain his excitement. He felt even more compelled to do so because this was your place.

You snapped your fingers at him already halfway down the stairs with a suitcase in tow, “Hyunwoo, come on follow me.” He followed with a suitcase in tow watching your hair bounce as you trotted down the stairs. You flicked on the light of the room. The decorating was simple a white desk with a table lamp, a twin sized bed with a fluffy white duvet. “The bed used to be mine from my last place, but if you don’t like it we can get you a new one.” 

His eyes were busy, not truly quiet believing yet that he was going to be living with you. You ran your fingers through your hair, “I’m going to make some dinner, feel free to look around and get comfortable. I’ll call you when it’s done.”

He nodded still busy understanding his new territory. He liked this room, it was better than his old room at the mechanic shop which really was an office. On the outside he seemed nonchalant, but internally his stomach was doing flips.

You turned around once more in the doorway, messing with the edge of your shirt, “Hyunwoo.” 

He turned around abruptly his wagging tail halting, taking in your sudden closed off language. With a bit of courage, you reached out and slid your arms around his sides to rest your head on his wide chest. He was a muscle machine, so it felt like you were hugging a wall. He stood still, not quite sure where he should reciprocate or not, he wasn’t one for affectionate touches. “Are you okay? I haven’t had the chance to ask you yet.” 

All the muscles in his face relaxed and he slowly encased you in a bear hug. “I’ll be fine Y/N.” You stayed in his arms, his comforting scent of sandalwood and hints of floral tones instantly soothed you. You practically melted in his arms, but before you did you pulled away squeezing his hands and made your way back up the stairs.

He went into action immediately as you left inspecting everything in his new room. He brought the comforter to his nose, it smelled like detergent, but your scent was faintly still on it. His tail was wagging at a blurring speed. He left unpacking for later and decided to roam around the house. He bypassed you in the kitchen cutting up vegetables heading up to the second floor. He opened the first door in the hall finding a bathroom. He then moved onto the second room that was your bedroom. He hesitated, but stepped in cautiously, not totally sure if he should be in your room. The set up was simple, similar to his room, but it had a touch of you and a queen size bed. He looked out the window inspecting what was in the area noting to himself the street was just below. He needed to know all the spots in the house to make sure he could protect you anyway possible. He may not guard the auto shop anymore, but he wanted to protect his new home with the same, or even more attentiveness.

He was about to walk out of the room, but he stepped on something. He pulled his foot back inspecting the object though the darkness. His night vision wasn’t great, tittering somewhere between human and dog perception, but he felt fabric. It didn’t help that he was slightly colorblind due to his canine half. He bent down and picked it up squinting to take it in. When his vision finally focused he realized it was a black, lacy bra. From his neck to his ears a hot crimson blush changed his tan pigment to a molten red tone. He dropped it back onto the floor as if he never touched it. He sped out of the room reprimanding himself and reminding himself you were his best friend and he had to protect you. 

You weren’t his…you weren’t his.

“Hyunwoo! Come eat.” He made his way back downstairs just as you were calling out for him. You were plating food and placed it on the coffee table instead of the two-seater dinner table. “I think it would be nice to watch some TV while we eat.” 

He sat next to you, opting to sit on the floor while you crossed your legs sitting on the couch. You turned and changed it to a channel you’d both enjoy. You ate slowly eying Hyunwoo every now and then finding it difficult to bring up what you wanted to tell him. After swallowing a bite, he turned to you, “Spit it out Y/N.”

You almost choked on a bite of your own needing to take a swig of water before you spoke. You pulled up your purse and fished out the bank book handing it over. Hyunwoo turned to you as you set your plate down, the atmosphere felt thick. “Hyunwoo, I know Grandpa switched your ownership to me, but I don’t want you to think of me as your owner. You’re my best friend, not a…pet.” You spat out the last word, it left a bad taste in your mouth. “You’re an equal to me and--and…and.”

He set down his plate turning to you lacing his fingers in yours running his thumb over your knuckles. You nearly jumped back not expecting the affection touch. He continued to stroke your knuckles basking in the low hum of the TV. He always had a way of letting you know silently things were okay. You took a deep breath, “If you don’t want to stay, you’re not obligated to. You can claim independence and I will support you.”

His thumb stopped rubbing over your knuckles stuck in a divot. His eyes finding your trembling ones. You wanted the best for him, and always wanted him to live the way he wanted. He deserved more than sticking by a service door and you wanted to give him the chance. His gentle stroking resumed, “I want to stay. I want to be with you.”

The double meaning of his words went over your head, so instead you scooted towards him. “You want to stay?” 

He smiled brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face, “Yes.” 

You encased his hand with both of yours, “We’ll figure it out things…together from here on out.” He looked up to your face, finding himself in the reflection of your eyes. He didn’t know where he’s going to end up, but as long as its near you, he knows he belongs there.

Together.

The sun and moon rose in intervals and before you knew it a month had passed by. Hyunwoo slept at dawn and woke up at noon, he found it hard breaking the old habit of staying up at night to guard. He would sit in the living room with the TV on low as he watched the windows. He felt at ease when he knew he was doing something for you. You sometimes would wake up and find him asleep on the couch. You’d always coax him to sleep in his bed with pets and as time went by he became more relaxed. You even took a few days off to spend time with him. The two of you had a rhythm and life went about as usual. You had to admit though, it felt nice coming home to someone. From the moment you moved into this house, it felt bare like it was missing life. It was something you couldn’t put your finger on or fulfill. He filled a whole you never knew you were missing until happiness was overflowing. Hyunwoo was home.

Your keys jiggled thrice before the lock gave way, “Hyun-woo, I’m home.” The house was quiet, and you saw why immediately. Hyun-woo had headphones in as he was watching some videos on your laptop. You hooked your house keys on the key rack and gently closed the door behind you. You tip toed your way over to the back of couch approaching the clueless Doberman. You’re truly surprised he hasn’t noticed you yet, he was really into the video he was watching. You stretched your neck to gander over his shoulder noticing what seemed to be a dance video. A cheshire grin grew as you slowly leaned from the back of the couch, almost resting your head on his shoulder. “What are you watching?”

A shiver ran down his spine setting each pore on alight from your hot breath on his cheek. He turned to the side immediately, instincts switched back on. You didn’t realize how close you were to his face, until he turned his lips skimmed yours. His smooth, pink lips grazed yours in what felt like slow motion. The thickness and natural pucker of them left a lasting effect. You pulled away slightly, not completely sure what to do. However, to egg on your confusion you felt a sense of regret. The tingle of his lips felt like pop rocks on yours. His eyes were nearly bulging out of their sockets. His pupils dilated, and his irises were engulfed black. Afraid to speak above a whisper, his tone came out more sultry than he wanted to, “Y/N?” His eyes darted down to your lips once then back up to yours, “when did you get home?”

His words were like a gong in your ear, a reminder that this wasn’t okay. He was your best friend. A swift kick of a reminder that best friends don’t brush lips or made your heart feel like it was going to burst out of your chest. You don’t exactly remember when this feeling bubbled in your gut. Maybe after he rescued you from the pervert, maybe you recognized earlier that he was handsome and smart. It was hard to put a finger on it.

You stood back up hurriedly and pointed to the door, “Uhm, just a moment ago…I’ll go make something to eat. You must be hungry!” You ran into the kitchen holding a hand to your lips. Hyun-woo sat there, the headphones around his neck softly playing hip hop, in a daze not truly understanding what just happened. However, he knew…he wanted it to happen again.

You both sat at the dinner table silently nibbling on dinner. He was okay with the silence, but you weren’t. You didn’t to stay in this awkward phase, but you found yourself at lost for words. You wanted to feel his lips again. You wanted to inch closer until his breath sent nothing but electricity up your spine like a paralysis. He deserved better though. A million and one thoughts were running through your head. He knew you even better than the back of his own hand. He could tell you were tip toeing around acting like what happened earlier didn’t. He could smell the anxiety leaking from you. His heart was still racing from it, and he was more than grateful that you didn’t have hearing like a hybrid. However, if you listened close enough you could probably hear it.

He could admit that living with you for the past month has been the happiest time of his life. He found himself when you left, the first few weeks, marking his scent around the house. He listened to his instincts and acted upon them, telling him to leave a bit of claim of himself on you. He continuously did it because when you came back it would wear off after a few days. It was like he had no control over himself when it came to you.

After swallowing a bite, “How was work today?” 

Your fork in your hand clattered against your plate not expecting him to break the ice. You cleared your throat, “Good, my boss has me running around doing extra work because of the upcoming office party this weekend.” 

He raised a brow, “Do you want me to bite him for you, maybe that’ll give you more time?” 

A huff of a laugh left you, then you couldn’t help the breathy laughs that followed. “Only if you’ll bite him in the ass?” 

His face scrunched up in disgust, “Look Y/N, I’m not into those kinks like you are.” 

Your mouth fell into an “O” shape, so you bunched up your paper napkin and threw it at him, “Hyunwoo!” He rolled his eyes teasingly and you both naturally fell into line again, running parallel to one another again.

You brushed the hair curtaining in your face to set behind your ear. He licked the sauce accumulating at the corner of his mouth. “Hyunwoo, can I ask you a favor?” Your eyes peered over to him with glossy, puppy eyes. His pointed tail thumped against the wood of the chair, snapping sideways enjoying the submissive look in your eyes. He nodded waiting for you to elaborate both set of ears open. “The office party is this weekend,” you pushed vegetables around on your plate feeling oddly nervous to ask him. He continued to chew staring at you, so you set down your fork feeling more stable that way. “We’re allowed to bring a guest. Would you come with me Hyun-woo? I would really like it if you could join me.” He didn’t mind being in crowds, but he wasn’t the type of person to really go for it either. 

He swallowed thickly nodding, “As long as we don’t have to stay the whole night.” 

You sighed in relief, “Yeah, yeah, I just need to be there for a few hours. Thank you, Hyunwoo.”

He was fusing with the buttons of his black button up. You bought the shirt the day before and the buttons were just about struggled to stay shut in their eyelets. As long as he didn’t overdo it on the arm movement he figured it should be fine. He walked up the steps fixing his cuffs and looked in the mirror one last time fixing his hair. Surprisingly he felt a bit nervous, he’s never been to a party especially since it put on more pressure on him because these people were your peers. He was going to be on his behavior for your sake, or as you put it, “You don’t need to protect me here, so relax and enjoy it okay?” He scoffed thinking over your words again, how could he not protect you. That’s all he knew.

He heard your bare feet prodding down the staircase. You rounded the banister fixing an earring then smoothed out your dress, “How do I look?” 

Hyun-woo lifted a brow looking you up and down, he wired his jaw shut wiling it to stay that way. Your dress didn’t leave much to the imagination even though it was a modest bodycon. His eyes trailed the curve of your silhouette catching himself licking his lip. He bit it slightly to bringing himself back to reality. “You look pretty.” 

You were going to tease him, but you didn’t have much time left to get to the office. You thanked him and checked him over stepping close to fix his shirt. “I’ll keep in mind to get a size up next time…they look good on you.” 

A blush threated to burn on his cheeks feeling the soft pads of your fingers brush against his chest. In an inhale out of reflex he caught your scent as well mixed with a floral perfume. This night was going to be difficult considering your visuals were enough to have him wanting to brush your lips again. Patience, he was the master of that….but tonight you were pushing his limits.

Hyunwoo felt out of place at your office, he opted to stick close by you the whole time. The party was held on one of the rooftop lounges. When he walked in everyone was dressed to the nines, he felt underdressed. You let him know that these people over do it all the time, it’s a competition between themselves. You even winked at him, “You’re the best dressed Hyunwoo.” However, when the big executives came into the room you dismissed yourself for a moment to help your boss remember the faces and names of these people. “Save a dance for me later Hyun-woo.” He rolled his eyes, but you knew that was his way of sealing the deal.

He kept an eye on you the whole time you worked your way around the floor, you radiated a different glow amongst the crowd, so it was easy to find you. He sipped on the flute of whatever was in the glass, it was mostly in his hand to blend in. He brought it up to his lips gazing over the rim watching you. The way you stood with your shoulders back and the way your smile reached your eyes he could see why people gravitated to you.

His aura turned from a calm blue that bleed into a tangible emerald green. He watched as your boss slid a hand around your waist to sit at the small of your back and you didn’t even flinch. He began making his way through the crowd, excusing himself at people who had their noses in the air, wanting to break that very arm, but you looked over to him. Your expression towards him said it all, “Stop, don’t.” He felt everyone blurring fast around him as you went on smiling to the people in front of you…and your boss. He set the flute down on a passing by waiter’s tray and faded away.

You strategically removed your bosses hand off your waist. In the aftermath of his unwelcomed touch, it felt like a greasy mark was left where his hand once was. His touch was cringeworthy, an act he put on in front of his colleagues to seem like a dominant male. You kept your eye on Hyun-woo, but when he approached you had to let him know you had everything under control. He needed to trust you, but when you looked for him again he vanished from your sight. You excused yourself with a polite nod and went to look for Hyunwoo.

He was all the way downstairs in lobby, sitting at one of the many tables. You approached him cautiously, the click of your stilettos letting him know you were near. When he didn’t answer you calling his name you sat across from him, but he didn’t spare you a glance. His anger only boiled more when you didn’t smell clean anymore, but a rancid males scent…that wasn’t his. “Hyunwoo, what’s wrong? Why did you leave?” 

He propped his chin on his hand, “I want to go home.” His tone was strict and a command, not a request. 

You felt a twinge of hurt, but you didn’t want to force him to stay for your sake. “Okay, let’s go home.”

The car ride back is deadly quiet, the only sounds are the low hum of the radio. Halfway through the drive home the clouds started rumbling, so you stole glances at Hyun-woo to make sure he was okay. Normally he was fine with rain, but thunderstorms threw off his senses. However, his continuing odd behavior seemed to override it. When you open the door to the house he brushed past you and descended into his cave. You barely racked your keys before you hear the slam of his door. You stood at the entrance, contemplating what to do. Would it be too much to let him mull it over on his own, or should you help him? You decide on the latter, things don’t solve themselves. Whatever this fit was it’s better to face it head on.

The descending staircase didn’t hold the same calm presence that you associated with Hyunwoo. You held onto the railing, your heels thumping as you walked down each step carefully before you stood in front of his door. Clenching and unclenching your fist you rasped your knuckles against the cold, hollow wood. He didn’t respond to you, so you carried on with persistence. “Hyunwoo, open the door…please.” When the sound of your heartbeat is the only thing you can hear, you bit back the feeling of disappointment. You tested the handle and it opened to a dark room.

He sat on the edge of his bed that was up against the wall with his head hung low. The moonlight that seeped through the equally as volatile clouds covered the room with a pale light. Blinking slowly, he brought his head up, the friendly brown warmth in his eyes toiling and swirling like thick tar. A flash of lighting broke through the cloud lighting up the room for a split second. His eyes were swimming with something dangerous. His black bangs hung over his eyes, you finally understood the fear of those on the receiving end. “H—Hyunwoo, what’s wrong? Why are you acting this way?” 

For the first time you saw his sharp canines as he pulled back his lips to growl. You took two steps back towards the doorway bracing a hand to your chest, you didn’t understand the change in his behavior.

“Talk to me Hyun-woo, what’s wrong?” Waves of your fear and anxiety rolled towards him, along with the scent of…your boss. It makes him more antsy, not sure where to displace his anger.

He gripped the sheets tight in his clutches turning away from you. “I want to leave. I can’t stay here anymore.” 

Your knees felt weak, it was like he bit a chunk out of your heart and spit it out. Stinging tears welded up in the corners of your eye, but you found your voice, “Why?” He sat up passing you to go into his closet lugging out a suitcase. You walked slowly over to him testing the waters and wrapped your hand around his arm, “Hyun—.” Your hand was an epicenter of warm ripples sending goosebumps to rise on his skin, an instant calming effect. His emerald marbling with yellow again to a tolerable color. He caught it again, your boss’s scent and it was like someone poured black into the cauldron again; an irreversible acidic green.

With more force than necessary, he ripped your arm away. “I can’t stay y/n.” He fished around his closet pulling clothing from the hangers and stuffed it into his suitcase.

The sounds of your choked tears made him freeze. He rubbed his forehead letting a growl of frustration leave him. Another crack of lighting lit up the room as he chanced a glance over his shoulder, “Is that all I can ever be to you…just a friend?” He didn’t want to come across this aggressive, but he couldn’t play ignorant anymore. He couldn’t just brush these feelings under the rug anymore. You were his best friend, but he wanted more, always have and always will. He turned to you and it gleamed at him, a single tear fell from your eye. His resolution didn’t break no matter how much he wants to bring you into his arms and forget it all. He had to be rational, rationalize his jealous by distancing himself.

“Hyun-woo —what are you—what’s gotten into you! Talk to me!” He spun around on the ball of his feet, the feral side of him take over. All rational out the widow, when you raised your voice at him. He was done with tip toeing like he was walking on eggshells. He was listening to his beast, each step he took towards you was like a predator closing in on its prey. The air around you thickened like you were drowning in molasses. You almost tripped stepping backwards, not sure how far Hyun-woo was going to go.

Your heel caught on the edge of the rug and you slipped backwards trying to catch onto anything before you met an end. Hyun-woo caged you in, his arm one wrapped tightly around your waist and the other slammed against the wall bracing the both of you. His head hung low with his bangs brushing against your cheek. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly feeling your stomach in your throat. He lifted his head gently brushing his lips on the outer shell of your ears, “I’m not one to share Y/N. I want you, more than a friend. All of you or nothing.”

A soft mewl left your lips without your control and a satisfied non-threatening growl left him, happy with your responses. The way his low growls sent vibrations to your core was sinful. “Hyunwoo, no, you don’t. You should find a mate, I can take you to a shelter or find someone online.” With every word it felt like you were swallowing hot coals, so you ignored the burn of your thoughts. “You deserve someone better…than me.” 

He brought his head back slightly his gleaming eyes still hung low, “No. I don’t want anyone else. I want you.”

“Hyun-woo, please, think—,” you couldn’t find the words as his canines nibbled roughly on your ear lobe, then he licked affectionally afterwards. He was teasing you, playing with you, it must be the weather. His arm tightened around you when a new scent was introduced to him. He’s never smelled this on you before, but it was absolutely delicious. It urged him on further, he wanted—no needed—to drench you with his scent and mark you as his. He couldn’t stand it, you being touched by someone else, or you smelling like someone else, because you were his, his mate.

He flatted his tongue licking the exposed skin of your neck that your dress let him reach. Your arm latched onto his bicep squeezing it tight, a mix of a whine and yelp escaped you. “Hyun-woo, look at me please.” His tongue took a trail upwards towards your jaw, leaving kisses in its wake. He leaned his forehead against you with his eyes glued onto yours. He could see the flexions of your pupils, the windows to your souls laying everything on the table for him. He wanted to be let in. You brought a shaky hand up to his cheek, “Do you mean that Hyun-woo?” Your soft touch made him close his eyes asking, pleading, his beast to wait and control itself.

He nodded rubbing your foreheads together with a sound mixed between a hum and a grunt. He was never good at expressing himself, never finding the right words or expressions. He was always characteristically cold, but it wasn’t intentional. At this moment he didn’t need much of that, he didn’t need fancy words or lengthy monologues…things should be simple. Love is simple. He opened his eyes slowly then licked his lips, “It’s always been you, baby girl.”

Like a reflex, your hand on his arm clenched at the nickname. Softly chuckling he returned to his new favorite spot, nuzzling against your ear again, “Do you like that nickname…baby girl?” You nodded lightly afraid to commit to the name, afraid of the power it held over you. He bit teasingly on your ear, his voice in the deep register and commanding, “Use your words baby girl.” 

Your back inclined off the wall feeling his hand on your waist trailing down to latch onto your hip. Through a shaky breath you lost your train of thought as his hand traced random patterns and massaged at your flesh. “Yes, I like it...I like you Hyunwoo.” 

His eyes took a deeper turn, taking you into the abyss that was him. He couldn’t bite back the smile threatening across his face. A sense of relief flushed over him, finally.

He leaned in captured your soft lips with his. He felt like his head was swimming he wanted to swallow you, taste you, mold together. He held back his urge to take you right then and there wanting to coax more out of you. He never thought he’d live or see the day where you returned his feelings. His hands took a mind of their own, sliding and taking home all over you. To stabilize yourself your hands tangled in his thick black hair. Your hands found purchase finding his floppy ears caressing them softly. A mewl escaped you as you pulled away for a moment trying to find air, but he wasn’t having it. His lips caught yours again, a rumble erupting out of his throat. He felt like he couldn’t get enough, you tasted so sweet. He backed you flush into the wall and his kisses went from hard and passionate to soft and savoring.

You took this chance to switch things around and pushed him back until his calves met his bed. He pulled you down with him his arm was still tightly wrapped around your waist. You quickly adjusted yourself to straddle his thick thighs. He chased your lips, but you held a finger to his lips sitting patiently. Your eyes were half-lidded, lips swollen and bruised from kissing. God, you were a goddess to him, but you were a succubus in disguise.

He sat up groaning in protest, “What?” You snickered at his eagerness taking the liberty to grind against his already taunt crotch. You raised a brow at his whine as he threw his head back in lust. His normally stoic expression cracking under pleasure. He stopped you for a moment, “Y/N?” 

An airy laugh left you, so you leaned in traced the edge of his outer ear with your tongue, like he did early and nibbled on the fleshy lobe. “You made me really worried earlier Hyunwoo and you refused to speak to me. Do you think you deserve me going easy on you? To be easy and cave to the big, bad, wolf?” 

A whine left his lips at your clean words, but they held such filthy, he loved it. He pierced his lips together thin with a sultry exhale. You liked the sound of it so gyrated your hips over his feeling your panties soak up your essence. “Use your words…baby boy.” You breathed roughly into his ear with another swivel of your hips, “You’re going to listen to me baby boy, can you handle that?” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. 

His nails dug into the sheets feeling his thighs and senses losing it to you, “Yes, I’ll be good.”

You slithered off his thighs, kissing a trail down his neck then to his collarbones as your hands were busy unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. You expanded your fingers letting them graze over his large thigh. Just as you wanted, a needy whine left his lips, “Don’t tease me Y/N.” 

You smirked against his neck and brought down your hand on his thigh in a swift reminder who was in charge. “What was that baby boy?” He bit his lip holding back a snarky comment, so rewardingly you rubbed his thigh and kissed his lips once before moving away. “That’s what I thought.”

His mind was spinning, yes, he’s pictured you before in similar situations, but this threw everything out the water. The way your hands danced across his skin pleased his inner beast. Just you existing made him embarrassingly submissive, pliable to anything you wanted. Something about how you took control out of his hands and into yours was the biggest turn on. The big, scary guard dog was a puppy on a leash.

The sound of the zipper unraveling overpowered the sound of thunder. You continued to tease him further by reaching into his pants, but not into his underwear just placing your hand over his thick, hard cock. Shamelessly you already imagined him stretching you out. You reached in further towards his balls feeling a bulbous base to his cock. You wanted to ask what it was, but you didn’t want to take him out of the moment. He seethed through his teeth, biting back all his moans. “Don’t hold back baby boy, I want to hear you.” You gave a squeeze before you finally pulled down his slacks and underwear in one go.

His cock slapped against his stomach, the red tip was leaking precum rolling down the shaft. You looked up to Hyun-woo who was watching you with hooded eyes. You leaned in puckering your lips blowing air on it to elicit another whine from him. It caused a soft moan to leave you, his tight expression turned to a smirk. “I can smell you, Y/N, you’re so wet…just for me.” You didn’t want him to see the blush forming on your face, so you inched closer to him taking his thick cock in your hand over the bulbous end working your way up. His expression scrunched up in pleasure loving the feeling of your hand on him.

You started from the base leaving kitten kisses all the way up to the tip and swirled your tongue around the tip. You trailed your tongue between the slit collecting salty pre-cum. He attempted to thread a hand through your hair, but you held it down then trailed kisses down the side again. “You promised to be good? Do you want me to stop?” His eyes widened feeling your threat was very real he clutched at the sheets again. You encased your lips an inch around the tip, not wanting to waste any more time. Your hand was placed over what wasn’t in your mouth. You slid down slowly then back up to get used to his length. Each time he squirmed, moaning and pleading for you to not stop and how good he felt.

You felt proud that you were able to make him like this…you wanted to be the only one to make him feel like this. You glanced up and his half-lidded eyes were watching you. You dove deeper on him taking him as far back as you could giving yourself a moment, then swallowed. You could hear the sheets rip as a loud moan tore through the air. “Y/N, ah! That feels so good. If you keep doing that I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

You pulled off his cock with a string of saliva and a mix of him on your lips. He picked you off the floor pushing you to lay on the bed and before you could adjust yourself his hips were already cradling in yours. His lips found yours again, but with a renewed passion. This wasn’t how you planned for this to go, but you couldn’t really complain. You liked this side of Hyunwoo.

He could taste himself in your mouth and his tail wagged behind him overzealously. He was halfway through with marking you. His lip caught your bottom lips in his sharp canine nipping at it and pulling it back. His lips trailed down again your neck again leaving his collage of marks each mark fulfilling him a little more. He licked at your sternum, but your dress stopped him. He grew impatient and brought his hands up to your breast squeezing them once before his hands found the dress’s neckline. With barely any effort he ripped your dress and sat up when he continued to rip it until you were completely exposed. The black lacy bra (he stepped on was finally modeled) and matching panties were on full display. “Hyun-woo!” 

He leaned his head back taking you fully in his hands exploring over your sides and abdomen. “Do you want me to stop baby girl?” Your mewls and moans were caught in your throat as you shook your head feeling embarrassed about how much you wanted—no needed him.

He pulled down the straps and cups of your bra exposing your taunt buds to the cold air of the room. You gasped when his fingers pinched a bud and his tongue lapped at your other. He was intent on tasting everything. You weaved your fingers though his hair to run over his ears gently taking them between your fingers. A shiver ran down his spine and he nipped at your bud, you smiled to yourself, but it was wiped off your face when you cried out in pleasure.

You bucked up to him feeling his raw cock against your clothed core. Your jaw dropped when his thickness slid against your folds, your panties soaked up more of your lust. “Hyun-woo, please.” You clutched onto anything and everything, you’ve been prolonging the building climax that it felt like you were going to explode. He reached down over your underwear circling two fingers over your slit, but never truly touching your clit. He was soaking up all your sounds, as if your mewls and moans were his life source, he needed more. You groaned desperately and pulled him down crashing your lips onto his hoping he would get the message with your urgency.

He did when he put a thumb into the band of your underwear and pulled them off hearing the fabric rip and stretch at his aggressive yanking. Your scent hit him like a cement truck. “Hyun-woo, please, give me your cock. I can take it, please.” He believed you, you were soaking wet, your essence coated your upper thighs like a highlight. He rested his head on your chest willing the fog in his mind to dissipate so he could think rationally. He wanted a taste at the source, but he need to be inside you.

He yanked of his pants and underwear in one go and finally ripped the button up off and fished in his underwear drawer for a condom. Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline, “You have condoms Hyun-woo?” 

He wiggled his eyebrows, “We’re all adults here Y/N.” Before you could question him further he distracted you with kissing while he skillful rolled the condom on.  

Your breast were sore from his teeth marks and tight squeezes you felt raw but you liked it. The throb was addicting. He pulled away resting your foreheads together, “You’re so beautiful.” He stole your breath away again kissing you passionately. Silently he asked looking between you and his cock for permission. 

“Yes, Hyun-woo, please!” You bucked up against him one last time before he slid into you inch by inch. He shivered feeling your tight walls swallow him, encourage him to give you more. He pulled out then shallowly thrusting back in until he sat deep within you.

His voice was raspy breathing raggedly, but he reminded you, “Breath Y/N, breath for me love.” You let out a shaky breath but in turn you clenched around him. Just as you imagined, the stretch was painful, but pleasured soon followed. He groaned in your ear, “Relax for me.” You nodded against him and when you were ready you bucked against him with a mewl. He pulled almost all the way out and slowly slid back in. It was like you felt him in your throat, his heat rolled up from your center all the way to your ear tips. His thrust was slow and rhythmic until he couldn’t control himself anymore. He removed one of your legs from his waist hoisting it over his shoulder to change up the angle. He peppered your calf and knee with butterfly kisses, “You’re doing so good for me, you’re going to be so full of my knot.” You weren’t sure what he meant, you were trying to hang on against his snapping hips.

He flipped your leg over and then you on all fours, stopping his thrusting momentarily. “Hyunwoo, please, don’t stop.” He was so clouded your words went in one ear and out the other. He was focused on the expanse of your back, so beautiful and he wanted to mark it up. His hands found their way up the shaft of your spine and went around to cup your breast groping and fondling with your nipples. He began thrusting into you again mumbling sweet confirmations into your ear. You could barely keep up with this pace his hips were snapping into yours, but you fought to stay up on all fours. 

“You going to take my knot, hmm? I’m going to come all over this pussy, this pussy is mine and only mine. Mine.” His word riled him on, even though he wore a condom, he wanted nothing more than to fill you up with his seed and watch you swell. His cock rubbed against that sweet spot every time he pumped himself into you in the new position. With every thrust his bulb inched further in, stretching you out further to mold to him. 

You weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last, “Hyun-woo …I’m.” He didn’t need you to elaborate, the hand on your breast shimmed down with purpose and rubbed rapidly against your clit. The coil in your stomach kept compressing, tighter and tighter. He whined into a growl feeling you squeeze him for all he was worth and with one last hard thrust you came. Your vision was spent, eyes rolling as your body shook until Hyunwoo was the only thing supporting you up.

Your velvet walls pulsed in waves around him, it was so good he didn’t want it to stop. He couldn’t stay in this euphoric land when you were milking him for all he was worth. “I’m—I’m cumming. I’m going to cum baby girl.” His thrust became sloppy and you could feel your walls stretching with his cock. You fisted the sheet the stretch was painful. You were still sensitive from cumming, but jumping over the edge couldn’t have been sweeter.

The stretching stopped as he pulled out before the condom busted from the expansion of his cock. He pulled it off and came on your back, the hot, thick ribbons painting your back. You laid flat on your stomach trying to catch your breath. He loomed over you caging you in doing the same catching his breath. That was the hardest and most he’s ever came in his life. His tongue lapped up his cum on your back cleaning you up, while he waited for the knot to settle, but that would be a half hour from now. He wanted to go again, and again, but he didn’t have any more condoms.

He plopped beside you when he considered you clean enough and looped his arm around you to pull you towards him. You felt like you were burning up, but somehow his warmth wasn’t unwelcomed. You lazily brought your hand up to his cheek stroking over his sweaty temple, “Wow.” He laughed leaning in to take your lips again, you could taste him on his tongue, but it wasn’t repulsive. His taste was bitter, but the aftermath kept you coming back for more. You pulled away from him breathless for the countless time.  

He brushed hair out of your face, “Y/N…I don’t like you. This was a mistake… I don’t like you.” 

The once harmonious, comfortable atmosphere shattered. Thunder cracked through the clouds again, reminding you of the world outside these four walls. You looked him in the eyes searching them for mischief, but there wasn’t any. Panic set in, was this only one sided, he never told you he liked you back. Your stomach sank to your feet and a sense of nausea sat in. You just threw away years of friendship, for a fuck? You tried wiggling out of his hold, but his arms circled around your waist tighter. 

“Hyun-woo, let me go!” 

You flipped onto your other side, but he brought your back into his chest. “It’s a mistake because I don’t like you…I love you.”

Your efforts to runaway halted, you wanted to turn around, but he held you securely. “Don’t turn around…I’m too embarrassed to say it to your face. I don’t know how else to say it. I’m not one for fancy things or shouting it from the rooftops, but I love you Y/N. I have and always will.” 

You shifted around against his will turning in his arm finally seeing the normally pale cheeks turn a rosy red. You stared as his lips then his eyes leaning in, “Hyun-woo.” 

Then a thunderclap sounded within the room. You smacked his bare chest hard, leaving a red hand print. His eyes grew a thousand times yelling out in pain, “Y/N! The fuck! What was that for?” 

You laughed faux attempting to sooth it, but truly wanting the sting to set in. “You can’t give me a heart attack like that, I did that so you know how I felt!” Enough though it hurt, and your hand print felt like it could blister into a scar he wiggled up and pounced on you leaving butterfly kisses all over your face. You giggled like a school girl and when he pulled away catching the way he looked down at you it was full of adoration and love. It made your heart squeeze impossibly. You repeated after him, “I love you too.”

The kisses went from innocent to passionate again. His knot settled down and he was ready for round two, and so were you. He pulled away from your feverish lips, “We don’t have another condom, we can’t.” 

This time around you wiggled your brows, “I have one in my purse.” Then this time his eyebrows shot up to his hairline and you giggled, “Shut up and kiss me.” 

He laughed, more than happy to oblige, “At your service, baby girl.”

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A Soapbox Review of the Legacy Standard Bible, (L.S.B.) Handy Size, Edge-Lined, Shamar Goatskin, in Copper Brown with Full Yapp.

A Soapbox Review of the Legacy Standard Bible, (L.S.B.) Handy Size, Edge-Lined, Shamar Goatskin, in Copper Brown with Full Yapp.

https://flic.kr/p/2mQHjQn As many of you know, we have been waiting for orders of this edition to ship. Some of us had per-ordered it in August of 2020. The one I ordered finally arrived. I knew what to expect from Jongbloed (Youngblood) as I have reviewed several premium editions over the years passed. All of them were printed and bound by Royal Jongbloed in the Netherlands. This edition did…

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2021/11/1 (月) - 選挙の結果、古本まつり、本さまざま

昨日の選挙。一夜明けてみると、結果は自民が微減 (前の議席数から5.5%程度減)、維新が大勝 (4倍近く)、立民・共産はそこそこ (10%以上) 議席を減らすという結果になった。

事前の報道とはかなり様相が異なる印象。報道機関の票読みがイマイチなのもあるだろうが、与党危うしというアナウンス効果の影響もあったように思えるのだが、さて。

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今日は案内所ではないが、昨日忘れた書類を届けに行く。

家を出る時刻をあえて、普段出勤する時刻と合わせてみた。ただ、バスを使わず、バイクシェアを使ってみた。バスに間に合わない場合に、自転車が使えるかどうか。 結論としては、ギリギリになるが、何とか間に合いそう。電車が2～3分遅延したような場合は、これで急場をしのごう。

そんなこんなで案内所に到着。今日担当のスタッフとは久々に会うので、少し近況などを話す。そして、書類入れに書類を挟んで、駅へ戻る。

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京都で行われている古本市へ向かう。電車に乗っている間、Kindle読み放題にあった『おもいでエマノン』(梶尾真治 著)を読む。 帰りの電車で読み終えた。SF作品…だが、群像劇というかロードムービーというか、そんな味わいもあって悪くなかった。

さて、古本市。百万遍 知恩寺で行われている。京大の近く。 出町柳で電車を降り、行きがけに臨川書店の前を通る。セールを行うという情報を見ていたが、それらしい形跡はない。古本市に合わせたセールと思っていたが、土日だけということだろうか。今日は洋古書中心に探す予定だっただけに、ちょっとアテが外れる。

知恩寺に到着。この近辺は何度か訪れたこともあるが、古本市にも知恩寺にも来るのは初めてだった。まずは御堂に上がり、ご挨拶で手を合わせておく。堂内に大きな念珠がいくつもあるのが印象的だった。

夕方には母が帰ってくるので、午後2時には会場を去らねばならない。ほどよく壊れた洋古書 (なければ、日本語の本も可) と、水洗実習用の和書少々に絞って探す。

…と言っても楽じゃないのだ。洋書の出物はそもそも少ないし、適度に壊れた本となるとさらに少ない。もっとも、特価本のワゴンに絞って捜索すれば良いので、その点だけは少し楽。 だが、特価本のワゴンは1冊200円が3冊だと500円になるといったものが多い。そうなると3冊選びたくなるわけで、結局は時間がかかるのだ。

日差しが強く、暑かった。重たい本が多いこともあって終盤は結構汗を掻く。もう少し薄着で良かった。この時期の服装は難しい。

購入したのは、 ・水洗実習用の和書3冊 (1冊100～200円) ・大福帳 (ほとんど白紙。大福帳のサンプルとして、あるいは紙継ぎの素材として) ・ほどよく壊れた日本の古書2冊 (1冊は背革装) ・少しだけ壊れた洋古書2冊 (何とか授業には使えそう。クロス装) ・ほどよく壊れた洋古書1冊 (大きくて重くて大変だった。クロス装) ・戦前の子供向け科学技術本1冊 (3冊500円の数合わせ) ・源氏物語の復刻もの (これも数合わせ。綴葉装のサンプルに良いと思ったが、糸が二重にかかっていない綴じ方だった。それを抜きにしても、木箱に入っていたり、とてもいい紙を使っていたりで悪くない) ・ちょっと変わった装幀の本1冊 (下の写真のような、いわゆる「たれ耳」。漱石の『猫』袖珍本がこの装幀で知られる。小口をカバーする装幀 (circuit edges) は古くからあるが、こういうフニャッとした感じのは19世紀後半にイギリスのYappさんが考案したもので、Yapp式製本と呼ばれていたりする)

小口の保護と言えば、ネパールの本なのにイスラム式製本 (前小口にエンベロープ・フラップと呼ばれる物が付く) に似たものを見かけた。

「似た」というのは、イスラム式製本だとフラップに紐など付いておらず、そもそもフラップは内側に収めるため。でも、改めて写真で見ると、この紐は後付けなのかもしれない。 革装だったし、造本のサンプルとしても面白そうだったのが、少々お高くて見送った。

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2時頃に会場を出て、帰路につく。誤って各駅停車の電車に乗って少し時間を食ってしまったが、母が戻ってくる前に家にたどり着けた。

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新型コロナ。11/1午前 (日本時間) の時点で死者数増加が、アメリカ160人強、ブラジル100人弱、インド250人強、ロシア1160人弱、メキシコ330人弱、イギリス70人強、フランス12人、イタリア26人、ドイツ25人。インドネシア17人。 世界全体での今日1日の感染者数は、328,000人弱の増加。

日本では、今日一日で感染者86人増加、死者7人増加。感染者数は、東京9人、大阪7人、神奈川6人、愛知5人、福岡7人、北海道3人、沖縄1人。奈良の感染者数は0人。 (出典: Worldometer、NHK)

#日記 #古書

[rarebookman]

Large octavo (7' x 10-1/4') hand-sewn and hand-bound by Carol Joyce in full white parchment with yapp edges. Translated by Willa and Edwin Muir. Illustrated with four lithographs by Michael Hafftka printed on hand-made Japanese paper. Copy #78 of 800 numbered copies SIGNED by Hafftka on the colophon page. Fine in a Fine clamshell box

[adriansmithcarslove]

Nearly Half a Million Fuel-Tank Flanges Recalled Due to Leaks—Potentially Many More to Come

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A leaky fuel-tank flange made by Continental Automotive Systems has prompted the recall of 456,106 Volkswagen, Audi, and Porsche vehicles in the United States. A fuel-tank leak carries a fire risk, but so far no fires or injuries have been reported.

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The recall affects the 2007–2010 Volkswagen Touareg, the 2013–2017 Audi Q5 and Q7, and the 2015–2017 Porsche Macan, but Continental sold a similar part to at least seven other automakers and five suppliers. That means a recall could affect millions more vehicles, but it also “could be zero” beyond the already-recalled crossovers, Continental’s Mary Arraf told Car and Driver.

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The National Highway Traffic Safety Administration (NHTSA) has asked the affected companies to test the part and determine whether a recall is necessary. They include Lamborghini, Fiat Chrysler, Ford, General Motors, Jaguar Land Rover, McLaren Automotive, and Mercedes-Benz as well as suppliers Kautex Textron, Magna International, Plastic Omnium, TI Automotive, and Yapp USA Automotive Systems.

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In affected vehicles, hairline cracks form on the fuel-tank flange, causing a small amount of fuel to leak, according to documents filed with NHTSA. In a vehicle with a leaky fuel flange, the most obvious sign to look for—or smell for—is the odor of gasoline. A check-engine light also may illuminate.

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Continental suspects the problem could stem from material degradation of the outer wall of the fuel-tank flange when it’s exposed to environmental factors such as acids from cleaning solutions. The fuel-tank flange was made with a widely used, industry-standard material called polyoxymethylene copolymer (POM).

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Arraf said that the parts cracking also could be related to where the fuel tank is placed on the vehicle. Volkswagen spokeswoman Jeannine Ginivan said in an email that the affected fuel tank in Audi vehicles “is generally in the same location—mounted to the underbody, forward of the rear axle, following the body contour under the rear seat/floorpan.” Porsche did not respond to requests for comment.

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Toyota Recalls 228,000 Tacoma Pickups for Leaky Axles

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Hyundai and Kia Recall 1.2 Million Cars for Engine Failures

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Ford Edge, Lincoln MKX and Continental Recalled for Airbag Defect

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Other automakers generally declined to comment, since they are investigating the issue. “It’s unclear at this point whether Ford vehicles are affected,” Ford spokeswoman Elizabeth Weigandt said. “We are reviewing the matter and will cooperate with NHTSA, as we always do.”

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[spockandawe]

So there i was, jetlagged as shit, choking on surprise work deadlines, with a broken sleep schedule (9-1, and then 9-1 again) and an entire lost day of work catchup productivity. And rather than going to the office like a good engineer, i was like 'hmm. I wonder what would be a good book for that one casual discord competition.' Anyways! Not playing coy with this one, I've already done it as a single volume (with a rigid yapp edge), but i messed up my trimming and the size of my yapp edges was a little more intrusive than i thought.

So I changed up my typeset a little and I'm going back in. I dont know what exactly I'm doing with this one, but I'm going all out. Leather binding, hot tooled leather if it's enough leather surface area. Power sanded (looking for workarounds is where i fucked up the last one), rounded and backed, faux bands. Either sewn endbands or leather ones depending how it comes together. Maybe leather jointed endpapers if i feel ambitious. Illustrations on the head and tail, now that I know a bit more about playing to my strengths. I'd like to do *something* special with the endpapers, but i think ill have to match leather/paper/fabric before I can properly weigh all my options. Box, probably.

Enforced idleness on family trips plays real bad with my brain! I knew this, and did not do enough to mitigate it. Also probably doesn't help that two work projects are applying heavy pressure when i thought i had breathing room, and my new mortgage and moving logistics are Looming. And I was already antsy before the trip blew things up, haha. But I think this is a good step towards self-care. I'm two weeks behind on my start, but I'm going to let this percolate and see what I can do to swing for the fences.

#crafts #bookbinding #trying to tell if i can get anything done workwise tonight or if my head is just too fuzzed #blehhhh #1360 pages is a little excessive but im not going back NOW lmao

[robertvasquez763]

Nearly Half a Million Fuel-Tank Flanges Recalled Due to Leaks—Potentially Many More to Come

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A leaky fuel-tank flange made by Continental Automotive Systems has prompted the recall of 456,106 Volkswagen, Audi, and Porsche vehicles in the United States. A fuel-tank leak carries a fire risk, but so far no fires or injuries have been reported.

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The recall affects the 2007–2010 Volkswagen Touareg, the 2013–2017 Audi Q5 and Q7, and the 2015–2017 Porsche Macan, but Continental sold a similar part to at least seven other automakers and five suppliers. That means a recall could affect millions more vehicles, but it also “could be zero” beyond the already-recalled crossovers, Continental’s Mary Arraf told Car and Driver.

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The National Highway Traffic Safety Administration (NHTSA) has asked the affected companies to test the part and determine whether a recall is necessary. They include Lamborghini, Fiat Chrysler, Ford, General Motors, Jaguar Land Rover, McLaren Automotive, and Mercedes-Benz as well as suppliers Kautex Textron, Magna International, Plastic Omnium, TI Automotive, and Yapp USA Automotive Systems.

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In affected vehicles, hairline cracks form on the fuel-tank flange, causing a small amount of fuel to leak, according to documents filed with NHTSA. In a vehicle with a leaky fuel flange, the most obvious sign to look for—or smell for—is the odor of gasoline. A check-engine light also may illuminate.

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Continental suspects the problem could stem from material degradation of the outer wall of the fuel-tank flange when it’s exposed to environmental factors such as acids from cleaning solutions. The fuel-tank flange was made with a widely used, industry-standard material called polyoxymethylene copolymer (POM).

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Arraf said that the parts cracking also could be related to where the fuel tank is placed on the vehicle. Volkswagen spokeswoman Jeannine Ginivan said in an email that the affected fuel tank in Audi vehicles “is generally in the same location—mounted to the underbody, forward of the rear axle, following the body contour under the rear seat/floorpan.” Porsche did not respond to requests for comment.

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Toyota Recalls 228,000 Tacoma Pickups for Leaky Axles

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Hyundai and Kia Recall 1.2 Million Cars for Engine Failures

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Ford Edge, Lincoln MKX and Continental Recalled for Airbag Defect

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Comparing JavaScript Frameworks: Ember JS VS AngularJS

By Daniel LeBlanc, MCS and Webmaster

I’ve worked on projects that use both of these excellent JavaScript frameworks and thought a discussion about the pros and cons of each could be useful for those considering either framework.

What is a JavaScript (JS) Framework?

JavaScript is a very powerful programming language for the web (based on Java). With it programmers can create anything in a web application that they could create in a desktop application. HTML puts things on your screen and CSS brings style to it. Alone they allow you to build a static website that has very little ability to collect data or perform functions. Early websites were of this type where all you could do was retrieve static web pages.

JavaScript adds the functionality to a website with the ability to create routines for gathering data from an end-user and storing data in variables for storage to a database of some kind. Creating these functions in pure JavaScript (create, edit and delete components of a database) requires many lines of code, especially for more complex operations like consuming JSON data from an API.

JavaScript frameworks are collections of JavaScript routines that are highly efficient allowing programmers to create robust and complex applications with far fewer lines of code than if they had done the same tasks in pure JavaScript.  Also the code within JS frameworks has been ‘minified’ allowing it to run much faster than the same routines written in pure JavaScript. Each JavaScript framework has its own syntax and specialized purposes which is what sparks this blog post about the differences between Ember and Angular.

What do you use the Ember framework for?

Ember can be used for desktop applications whether they are single page apps (SPA’s) or for mobile applications. Scalability is a key factor for using Ember JS in applications that intend to turn into large sprawling projects. Even if your application intends to stay small EmberJS features speedier boot times and tends to be a very stable platform. Two-way data binding is another great reason to use Ember.

Who else is using the Ember JavaScript Framework?

Many large companies are currently using EmberJS and the confidence is growing with companies like Apple, MHE labs, Yapp,  ZenDesk, Yahoo, Living Social, Timbuk2 and Square adopting the framework.

Why is Ember JS Gaining Popularity?

Companies are adopting Ember because it has a user-friendly interface, allows the adoption of coding standards for large development teams and with its Babel JavaScript transpiler (Babel.js) is extremely cross-browser compatible. The transpiler allows earlier browsers to process modern and future JavaScript for better compatibility.

Using the Handlebars templating language, Ember can do more with less code and includes many API’s out of the box.  There are tools to manage JSON API’s, autocomplete functionality, AJAX requests and caching, to name a few. Ember uses a model view controller (MVC) architecture that supports data-binding.

What is Data Binding?

Data-binding reduces code-base by providing built-in variable management for passing data around your application. Without data-binding developers have to manually code routines for getting input from a user and assigning it to your application variables, and then sending it to the model for storage. With data-binding, when data needs to be edited, far less code is required to manage the passing of the code from the view, to the controller and finally to the model. Likewise, data in the view is dynamically updated as the model changes.

What are the cons of using EmberJS?

There really aren’t too many cons to speak of from a developer standpoint although an argument could be made that the control you have over routing in Ember can add a lot of complexity to your application. How complex your application becomes in regards to the routing features of Ember JS is really up to you and the requirements of your project.

Being a newer framework the Ember API has gone through a lot of changes and continues to evolve. These changes aren’t always compatible with legacy applications sometimes requiring rewrites to accommodate the newer API.

What Do You Use the AngularJS Framework For?

Like Ember, Angular allows developers to create dynamic SPAs with cutting-edge UI/UX faster and with less code. Both frameworks feature 2-way data binding, easy unit testing, modular code, DOM manipulation, and the benefits of the MVC architecture. The newer versions of AngularJS feature server-side rendering which makes for faster performing websites with a more standard experience for cross-browser compatibility.

Angular JS is by far more popular than Ember however the capabilities of Angular are less robust in some areas, but it is a much easier framework for developers to learn.

What Large Companies are Using the Angular Framework?

Many large companies are using Angular including; Netflix, Freelancer, Paypal, Lego, TouTube and JetBlue to name a few. Angular is far more widely adopted than Ember for many reasons but the biggest is likely it’s adoption and affiliation to Google with brilliant marketing. The learning curve is far less than is required of Ember which is another driving factor.

What Are Angular Directives?

When using HTML alone we have a limited number of attributes for assignment to page elements. AngularJS directives allow you to extend the HTML attributes with powerful packaged or custom directives. Although you could do most of these things with pure JavaScript, Angular brings a library of functionality that saves developers time and produces web applications that perform far more efficiently.

The 3 most powerful directives are ng-app that initializes an application, ng-init that initializes application data, and ng-model that binds the HTML controls to your application data in the model.

Why are Page Load Times so Critical to Websites and Web Applications?

There are many recent studies proving that users will abandon a website or web page if it takes longer than 2-seconds to load. The longer your website or web page takes to load the higher the abandonment percentage. When the search engine spiders crawl your website they consider page load time when deciding your ranking in the SERPs. The slower your pages and website loads the more likely your website and web pages will be buried down low in the search engine results pages. What good is a website if nobody can find it?

Websites written with pure JavaScript as opposed to using one of the JavaScript frameworks can load very slowly. For a simple website with low functionality a JavaScript framework might be overkill. But if your website gathers, parses and stores data in a model then a JavaScript framework is the most efficient choice.

In What Situations is it Better to Use AngularJS over Ember JS?

One of the major considerations is around how complex and scalable your application needs to be. Both AngularJS and Ember JS include a templating engine so in that regard they offer similar features but with Angular the templating is all around HTML elements with expressions similar to the implementation of inline CSS. Embers templating engine uses the Handlebars template engine so there is that additional dependency and revision to consider. Angular has a much easier learning curve than Ember especially for developers already familiar with JavaScript. When working with larger teams of developers both frameworks allow you to create standards for the implementation of functionality but again, Angular has a better library out of the box.  

 What Are the Cons of Using AngularJS?

The Directives API can be confusing for unfamiliar developers so while Ember is considered even more challenging, there is some learning curve to Angular. Developers who are new to MVC can also find Angular perplexing since the framework allows the crossing of borders where true MVC is concerned. The idea of scope inheritance is introduced in Angular and that is a concept that can be difficult for programmers of other object oriented programming languages to comprehend. Both frameworks offer limited documentation and history compared to other web programming languages.

Experienced programmers in any of the JavaScript frameworks are some of the highest paid developers in the industry. If you need to get a website up and running in a very short time frame then you are going to have to fork over the cash to hire experienced Angular or Ember developers.  In most cases you get what you pay for. If you find developers willing to work for bargain prices then expect you are going to have a much longer software development cycle. The JavaScript frameworks in general are not as malleable later if you consider major architecture changes in your application or website.

If you need a website up fast that requires little functionality beyond basic lead generation, product placement and e-commerce then a CMS may be the better choice for you.

[fruitbatwalton]

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Tracks from the Top Ten Blogged Bands are played 

every Sunday 5-7pm on Radio KC as part of 

Ralph's Indie Show.

LISTEN TO LAST WEEK'S TOP 10 HERE

AS PLAYED ON RADIO KC - 26.3.17

RALPH'S BRAND NEW TOP 10 CHART 

Published 1.4.17 and as played on  RALPH'S RADIO KC INDIE SHOW 2.4.17

No 1: Scott Lloyd

The In The Garden EP will be the sixth Scott Lloyd release to date and covers insightful themes such as getting older, childhood, mental health and loss. Normally a solo performer, Scott has used a full band to back him on the EP, which is a step away from his previous acoustic sound. The EP was recorded at Limefield Studios, Manchester in July 2016 and will be released independently by Scott.

No 2: Stillia

Ralph's favourite video this week is Let Me In by St Helens band Stillia

The video was directed by none other than Johnny Vegas for the release of their single and produced by his production company Woolyback Promotions.

Filmed and Edited by WASP Video

No 3: Syd.31

Self-styled angriest band in the UK Syd.31 have pronounced that they're taking rage to a level rarely heard before.

With two successful EPs and a single behind them, they are attempting to redefine what it means to be a band as society rips itself apart - music with purpose and impact. Imagine Slayer joining forces with Die Antwoord, or the bastard love child of Grace Jones and the late lamented Sid Vicious fronting Atari Teenage Riot.

No 4: Floodhounds

FloodHounds - 'I Wanna Know'

Pre Order the single from floodhounds.bandcamp.com Officially released on iTunes/Spotify etc on 4th March. Video by Tom Flynn Using footage from Fritz Lang's 1927 film Metropolis.

Make Noise Studios/Practice Sheffield provided the live band footage.

No 5: Factory Acts 

Ralph's long been a fan of Factory Acts who are a Salford post-punk electro duo who live on the edge of the analogue-digital divide, sometimes dreaming, always dancing.

After garnering copious amounts of critical acclaim with their debut EP Thirst in 2014, Salford's underground, post-punk maestros Factory Acts return with their highly anticipated sophomore release Second Amendment which is available on official release April 21st.

No 6: Ian Roland & Simon Yapp

On Ralph's Radio KC Indie Show next Sunday (March 5th) we'll be featuring a few a few Americana styled tracks so it was very timeous when Day Became You, the new EP from Ian Roland & Simon Yapp was dropped off via the good offices of the postal service.

Produced by Nigel Stonier (Thea Gilmore, The Waterboys, Joan Baez, Martha Wainwright, Fairport Convention et al), the EP is the new release by Folk, Americana duo Ian Roland & Simon Yapp.

No 7: Feral Five

It's hard to believe that it was as far back as 2013 when Ralph first came across Feral Five and they donated a track to the Ralph's Life CD for the mental health charity Rethink. 

Nearly four years down the line, Feral Five have produced another 'banger' of a CD and March 31st sees the official release of Man Cat Doll Machine (I'll forgive them not calling it Man Dog Doll Machine) with some splendid artwork by Tracey Moberly who's previously collaborated with Banksy and Bill Drummond.

No 8: Graham Marshall

It's fair to say we're fans of Graham Marshall here in the kennel, not only due to his infectious glass-gargling voice but also due to the tenacity of the man in what is for many, a long and difficult path to achieve anything close to recognition, never mind fame and fortune. 

Ralph will be giving a track from Mr Complicated a spin soon on the Radio KC Indie Show so make sure you tune in every Sunday from 5-7pm GMT on rkc.noip.me. and hopefully we'll see Graham Marshall hitting the road soon and not just in his 40' ASDA delivery truck.

No 9: The Lightning Year

Ralph's Video Of The Week is Endless Memory by The Lightning Year who are a psychedelic rock band based in London.

Buy It: http://goo.gl/d8qI0Y

Stream It: http://goo.gl/FmqoFs Follow The Lightning Year

No 10: Sacrifice & Bliss

Infectiously catchy experimental Rock duo, Sacrifice & Bliss release their outrageously good new single Kyrie, out Friday 28th April 2017. Ralph gave it a pre-release spin on the Radio KC Indie Show last Sunday and the Electro-Rock innovators from London are set to hit the ground running this spring, touring alongside fellow Indie-Rock tastemakers Dantevilles.

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[multcolib]

Beautiful 17th-century, limp vellum bindings with Yapp edges, four of our eleven volumes of our gorgeous Atlas maior, sive, Cosmographia Blaviana : qua solum, salum, coelum, accuratissime describuntur...

#bindings #yapp edges #limp vellum #joan blaeu #blaeu atlas #rare books

[spockandawe]

Hi! I saw your binding of "clear and muddy loss of love". And listen I'm not familiar with the work and all that, but how did you do that fantastic foiling if you don't mind me asking? Is it hot foil, or glued foil? And how did you get it to be so even! Did you maybe use the method with a laminator? Because I didn't know you could do that onto bookcloth, thought it was paper only? I have only a single line tool and its really difficult to get thicker text/patterns

It's no problem at all!!! So, almost all of the foil work I've done in bookbinding is through a medium of a cricut and a hot iron. I've got a foil pen as well that I'm trying to improve with, but I think I've done only one color there so far, and I don't know if it'll ever reach the crispness of what the cricut is able to do for me (though I'm not so sure about that after seeing some of the other work people have done with it!), but I'll elaborate on what I know about options really quick.

I'm not sure if the cricut foil exaaaactly fits into either the hot foil or the glued foil categories, because it's not just foil, it's foil with a heavy vinyl injection. It does have a heat-activated adhesive binding, but at one point, I tried using it to foil the edge of a book, just to see what would happen, and it FUSED the edges of that sucker together. It had definite stretch to it as I attempted to pull the thing apart, and was generally stronger and held its shape more aggressively than the true foils I've tried.

The cricut method is really easy for getting that crisp effect, but it is a bit tricky in terms of expense, if you don't have access to one. I usually use my system fonts to determine the shape of the letters I want it to cut out. For the front covers on this binding, I arranged the chinese characters for the title, volume, and author in a space the size of the measured covers, and was able to tell my machine to cut it out of the foil. Then I weeded out the bits I didn't want, and ironed the rest onto my bookcloth. I did a similar thing for the spines. It means everything was precisely shaped according to the nice vectors on the computer, all I had to do was remove the bits that I didn't want and iron it on in the right place.

It's not totally foolproof! I have some early books where I went WAY overboard with the heat and melted some of the plastic cover into my bookcloth. If you don't fully iron everything and move too quickly, you can stretch or twist half-ironed characters or leave awkward marks. And it's not a problem I've had, but I hearrrrr some people have had trouble getting the foil to stick to certain bookcloths.

It's expensive to purchase a cricut, but the silhouette is a comparable brand of 2-d cutting machine that runs a bit cheaper (but has basically the same functionality), and the cricut joy is smaller and cheaper than the big maker models. If you have a friend with a cricut, they might be able to letting you use it if you bring your own foil, maker spaces frequently stock cricuts, and at least some libraries in the us have started carrying them.

And I can't speak to laminators at all (some people print on bookcloth, so using toner-activated foil, it... might work? but i'd be worried about how evenly it would adhere). But foil pens! Part of what intimidated me bad about these was the prospect of using them to freehand what I wanted to draw. But when I went to scope out some demo videos on youtube, it turns out that the bible journaling community specifically has a lot of interesting content on their capabilities. Bible rebinders are also the best resource i've found for yapp edges, so i don't know what it is about these places that fills them with niche information useful to me specifically XD

But if you check out this video where I've started it (shortly after the three minute mark)

It works PRETTY well to use these heat-activated foils through a layer of printer paper for tracing. That's how I did the cover for 'i'm gonna love you with my hands tied,' which was... basically my first time using the foil pen for anything! It's not super crisp, partly because I picked a VERY detailed image with zero experience, and partly because I was lazy and didn't glue my layers in place well, but I've seen people get MUCH more striking results than mine with a little more practice and patience. It takes some time to fill in big surface areas, but for something like titling, printing the layout on a piece of paper and tracing it with the foil pen can take you to some good places!

With my equipment options, the cricut is usually the easiest by far, which is why I've made very little progress with the foil pen or gold tooling. But there are other choices without having to plonk down money for a big fancy machine! Hopefully something in all that rambling is useful to you, haha. Best of luck!!

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Nearly Half a Million Fuel-Tank Flanges Recalled Due to Leaks—Potentially Many More to Come

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A leaky fuel-tank flange made by Continental Automotive Systems has prompted the recall of 456,106 Volkswagen, Audi, and Porsche vehicles in the United States. A fuel-tank leak carries a fire risk, but so far no fires or injuries have been reported.

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The recall affects the 2007–2010 Volkswagen Touareg, the 2013–2017 Audi Q5 and Q7, and the 2015–2017 Porsche Macan, but Continental sold a similar part to at least seven other automakers and five suppliers. That means a recall could affect millions more vehicles, but it also “could be zero” beyond the already-recalled crossovers, Continental’s Mary Arraf told Car and Driver.

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The National Highway Traffic Safety Administration (NHTSA) has asked the affected companies to test the part and determine whether a recall is necessary. They include Lamborghini, Fiat Chrysler, Ford, General Motors, Jaguar Land Rover, McLaren Automotive, and Mercedes-Benz as well as suppliers Kautex Textron, Magna International, Plastic Omnium, TI Automotive, and Yapp USA Automotive Systems.

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In affected vehicles, hairline cracks form on the fuel-tank flange, causing a small amount of fuel to leak, according to documents filed with NHTSA. In a vehicle with a leaky fuel flange, the most obvious sign to look for—or smell for—is the odor of gasoline. A check-engine light also may illuminate.

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Continental suspects the problem could stem from material degradation of the outer wall of the fuel-tank flange when it’s exposed to environmental factors such as acids from cleaning solutions. The fuel-tank flange was made with a widely used, industry-standard material called polyoxymethylene copolymer (POM).

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Arraf said that the parts cracking also could be related to where the fuel tank is placed on the vehicle. Volkswagen spokeswoman Jeannine Ginivan said in an email that the affected fuel tank in Audi vehicles “is generally in the same location—mounted to the underbody, forward of the rear axle, following the body contour under the rear seat/floorpan.” Porsche did not respond to requests for comment.

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Toyota Recalls 228,000 Tacoma Pickups for Leaky Axles

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Hyundai and Kia Recall 1.2 Million Cars for Engine Failures

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Ford Edge, Lincoln MKX and Continental Recalled for Airbag Defect

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Other automakers generally declined to comment, since they are investigating the issue. “It’s unclear at this point whether Ford vehicles are affected,” Ford spokeswoman Elizabeth Weigandt said. “We are reviewing the matter and will cooperate with NHTSA, as we always do.”

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