#Do You Like What You See?: Aesthetic things

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One Kids Room | SKZ

Inspired by the new Two Kids Room they're dropping these days! If you guys want me to write that version where you have one-on-one conversations with the boys, let me know!

Genre : Fluff Pairing : OT8 x Reader Warnings : None. Just soft fluffy stuff. <33

If you don't know how One Kids Room works; One member sits out and is asked questions about himself and he gives answers. The other members are also asked similar questions about said member and give their opinions on him/his personality and tell stories regarding him. In this drabble, the whole group is talking about you.

Chris :

Chris is mostly quiet when the group talks about you because he likes to listen in to what the boys think towards you and your personality - but there are a few things he can't help but chime in on.

He reminisces about a time you had stayed in the studio late because you refused to go back home without him - How you had fallen asleep on the couch hugging their Spotify pillow and hadn't been cranky when he woke you up after finishing work.

He talks about times he's seen you help the other guys with something, anything; When you styled Changbin's hair because he didn't like how short it was or when you fixed Seungmin's breakfast disaster so the food was still somewhat edible.

And of course he talks about the night walks the two of you take together, how much he loves taking aesthetic pictures of/with you and how he adores how you're so much like him.

Minho :

Minho's usually pretty quiet during these types of.. videos, interviews, whatever. But talking about you is a new hobby for him and he's going to enjoy doing just that.

He talks a lot about you, to be honest.

He talks about times you've inspired him - When you've cheered him on and told him not to give up when he gets frustrated at choreography he can't pick up quick enough.

He mentions how you had gotten up extra early one morning to spend time with him - Gotten him a coffee on your way to the practice room just to watch him dance and practice a few tricks to throw in there when he had time to improv during the song. He also mentions how that day, he realized you genuinely cared for him and wanted to see him be the best version of himself. How you would always be there to support him even if it meant getting up at dreadful hours of the morning.

Changbin :

Oh how easy it is for Changbin to absolutely ramble about you.

Except he's bringing up the most GOD AWFUL fucking stories about you and exposing your dumb ass.

He talks about how once you had gone to the convenience store for him because he had texted saying he wanted food. It was late hours and in your sleepy state, you brought him a packet of ramen and even made it for him - but when it was a kind he didn't like you decided to eat it so it wouldn't go to waste. Aaand then you spent two hours in the bathroom after absolutely blowing up the toilet.

The video ends with a clip of Hyunjin exposing Changbin for telling the story, to which you yell out at him and grab a pillow from the couch to smother him with it while he laughs. The cut is the best part, Changbin's chair falling back on the floor as everyone yells in laughter.

Hyunjin :

Hyunjin's surprisingly quiet for your One Kids Room episode.

Actually, what he's doing is sitting back and listening to what everyone else has to say - and then reflecting on it all based on what he knows about you personally.

He feels so deeply about you that when he does speak up, it's a little hard to describe you the way he wants to because he feels like he doesn't have the right vocabulary to do that. You're just so ethereal and.. you're something truly special in his eyes.

The others comment to help him out, saying that he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky and that he's absolutely smitten for you.

They tease that you're the one person who can boss him around and he'll immediately listen; That you have him wrapped around your finger and that they're all pretty sure you're both married to each other by now without telling them.

Not that he'd really complain if y'all got married.

Jisung :

Jisung has SO MUCH to say about you and yet it's so fucking little at the same time lol.

He rambles about how you stay with him in the studio all the time and you're nosy cause you constantly wanna hear new tracks,

How you always offer to be his pillow if he needs to nap in dressing rooms - and how he does the same for you in return,

How you're always up for late night snack runs and going to the oddest places to get pictures. You're just always open to exploring the city with him. (AKA getting lost but he won't admit that.)

By the end of the video it's pretty clear he really really cherishes you, and, like... all the times you've choked down ramen w/ him at 2 am.

Felix :

Felix loves to talk about you, but he's a little quiet this time around because he's in his head thinking about you instead of verbalizing it.

He's thinking about the times you've looked up at him with glittering eyes and the times you've been so close to each other without even knowing it.

The times you've come into his room just because you can and laid in bed with him to watch tiktoks on his phone and dumb videos about SCP monsters.

And the times you've sat with him while he's played games, both booing at him when he loses a match and cheering him on when he wins.

You lowkey dog on him sometimes for his gaming abilities but he still loves you regardless. You're always going to be his biggest supporter and he's always going to care about you more than anything.

Maybe a little too much..

Seungmin :

Seungmin chirps out words when he needs to, but other than that he's sort of quiet -

And oddly enough, everything he says about you is so.. intimate.

He doesn't bring up moments where you cook together or go out for walks together and chit chat, but rather

He talks about the moments where you helped wipe smokey makeup from under his eyes to clean him up a little backstage.

He talks about the way you lace your shoes differently than he does, and that when you walk you have a little pip in your step that makes your hair bounce against your shoulders..

Jeongin's literally side eyeing him the entire time because he is very blatantly giving away his crush on you without realizing it. But it's cute!

Jeongin :

Boy is BABBLING about you the entire video!!

He's talking about times you've stolen his skincare because you didn't bring your own when sleeping over and times you've walked in on him showering because you were too busy ogling a pretty guy on tiktok to even notice he was in there -

Talking about how one time you fell asleep on him and everyone was taking pictures because Jeongin is basically allergic to skinship and never allows it - but let it happen just because it was you.

The others still have pictures on their phones and end up revealing them to the cameras.

He's a little embarrassed that it's sort of out there now that he's a softie for you but... it's you, so it's okay. <3

Thanks for reading!

[fozmeadows]

No but this is one of those things that truly emphasizes the difference between how much we know about the world now versus how much we knew about it for the overwhelming majority of human history, because one upon a time, the cardinal directions relative to wherever you happened to be was really all most people had. There wasn't the world as we understand it now; there was the known world, because even when various peoples worked out that the planet was round, that still wasn't the same as knowing what all the contents were, or what might lie in the middle of a given ocean, or what was on the other side of that mountain range that was too dangerous to summit. Exonyms reflect the cardinal directions for the same reason why so many ancient old place names, once you dig through the layers of linguistic drift, are mostly just simple descriptors in whatever the oldest known language was: because the human experience was, for tens of thousands of years, intensely localised. Here was Hill, and there was River, and here was Desert, and there was Fort. The ancients weren't naming their local environment with the expectation that doing so would meaningfully differentiate, say, the local Mountain from that other Mountain two hundred miles away: they were naming it as a base function of communication, as a point of geographic reference to be understood by other members of the same community. It's only once human beings start moving around - not migrating, in the sense of leaving one place to find a new home, or trading, in the sense of forming relationships with the other people closest to you, but exploring, in the sense of deliberately trying to figure out what exists outside your immediate sphere and then reporting back on it - that this sort of linguistic differentiation starts to matter. "Those people to the east of us" works just fine as an exonym when you only know about your immediate neighbours or are content to lump everyone you imagine to exist in that direction under one umbrella, but once you've passed through that eastern territory and discovered that there's even more east with even more different people - once there's a need to distinguish between multiple groups - then you've got to broaden your terminology. Maybe you do that by borrowing someone else's exonym, because you ask "those people to the east of us" what they call their eastern neighbours, and so you take home a word that functionally also means "those people to the east" but in a slightly different language. Maybe you ask those people what they call themselves, and you get a word that translates to "the people," as so many ancient endonyms do. Or maybe you encounter those people with the aid of a third party, and you use their word, which means something like "the goat traders," because that's how the third group first encountered them. Or perhaps, as has happened more than once throughout history, you ask those new people "who are you?" or "what land is this?" in your own language, and mistake whatever confused reply they give in their language for the answer, even if what they actually said was "I don't understand you" or "welcome." But the point is, it's not a peculiarity of the human mind that makes us name things this way, as though we lack imagination. It's because the base purpose of naming has always been identification, and back when we first started attaching sounds to peoples and places, the frame of reference was local. Modern people, by contrast, in addition to understanding the exact size of our planet, are themselves the product of so many different linguistic and sociological shifts that, particularly in colonial settings, we view names primarily as aesthetic and titular, not as practical and descriptive, because we're sixteen layers removed from the point of origin: unless we look it up, they're just sounds to us now. And so we find the collective pattern of simple names funny, because we're seeing them in overview, and not as they were made.

etymology reveals a fascinating glimpse into the way the human mind works. "Australia" is just latin for southern. "Asia" is probably assyrian for east. "Norway" oh you mean those fuckers up north? for millennia humanity has been naming places the equivalent of: *gestures* yeah thataway

[nsfwruru]

Can you write an imagine about yn and Lara’s first time together and yn is dominant??

just imagine making cherry-popper!Lara who thinks your a sub because you “look-like-one” when she meets you at a club🫣 just for her to find out your so much more than that and leave her seeing stars😵‍💫😵‍💫

cw: smut no plot, dom!reader, sub!lara, (head giving, dirty talk, short imagine, Lara lowkey a freak lawl, drunk sex)reader being clueless as per usual, fem!reader, use of she/her, tan reader once again, play girl!lara, lowkey cockblocked cus I’m too lazy to finish

Lara never really cared for people— don’t get her wrong, she’s slept around here and there, but it never lead to any deep connection. Honestly, she typically based it all on personal aesthetics, it was most the casual ��oh she’s cute, I wonder how good she’d look hooking up’ or ‘he’s hot enough’— and to be frank, she found almost everyone extremely boring. Well…

That was until you.

It had all been a coincidence, you happened to be dragged out and brought to the local club, where all the students from your college liked to linger around. It was all so new to you! The bright red lights, the constant hookers roaming around, the thick smell of weed and other narcotics, it had all been something so stark to your usual environments. You’ve been to your fair share of clubs before you graduated but this was a whole different experience!

The people were no different of course, they all seemed so talented in their own ways, niche musicians, published writers, even magazines designers, no one seemed to conform into a norm here. Especially the girl staring you down from the other side of the club.

Her red hairs glistened under the club lights, her arm being interlocked with another girl’s who had also been staring at you. She was beyond stunning, all her features managed to fit her facial structure perfectly, her sharp cat-like eyes, her soft glowing tan skin, even the slight eyebrow slit she bore on her right eyebrow was captivating. It almost seemed like you couldn’t take your eyes off of her— and she couldn’t either, periodically looking up at you, before looking at the black haired girl next to her and whispering.

“That must be her girlfriend…” You mumbled under your breath before reluctantly prying your eyes off of her, fixating your gaze over towards the bar, calling yourself another drink as your friends mingled with the others around the club.

From Lara’s point of view, you were equally as stunning, everything about you from the locks in your hair, to the shoes you wore, made her practically salivate. Something about you, the way you carried yourself, made you look like some meek little bunny, than a person. Completely different to all the other girls who would skim past her— you seemed like a pretty little thing she could mess with, and she wasn’t going to pass on this opportunity. And of course she used poor Sophia as her lackey to get what she wanted.

“Hey.” Sophia spoke, her voice stern, grabbing onto your shoulders to tug you back, forcing all the attention onto the Filipina. “I’ve never seen you around here.” She stated, looking you up and done, in some weird way checking you out as well.

“Ah I’m new to the city, I moved here from—“ You spoke, immediately cut off by a cough let out by Sophia. “Yeah okay, that’s nice, you into girls?” She hurried asked, looking into your eyes and back to Lara who was staring the both of you down.

“Oh uhm! I guess you could say that? I like my fair share of pretty girls, but nothing too crazy—“

“Perfect, how do you feel about my friend there?” She pried rudely, using her thumb to point behind her and at the couch where the red-head sat. Lara who looked unamused gave you a half-assed smile before waving haphazardly. “She’s hot I guess?”

“You wanna meet her?” Sophia asked bluntly once more, indicating that the Indian to move over to her. Almost like a calling card, Lara got up and moved herself over towards you. “I— I never said that?!” You defended, sensing the presence of two gorgeous women a bit too overwhelming.

“Hey, who’s this?” Lara asked, clearly trying to mask her playful attitude, but failing miserably as she leaned her cheek over to the side of Sophia’s cheek. “She’s really cute, don’t’ ya’ think Soph?” The red haired tried desperately to forge a sense of indifference, when her attitude clearly didn’t match up, as she was the one begging Sophia to get your attention first.

“Yeah yeah, whatever the hell your name was, you should get to know my friend Lara, she’s quite the charmer.” Sophia cheered, lifting her hands up to present Lara’s face like a trophy before pulling it back down. “Promise you won’t regret it.”

And that’s how the night continued, you sat thigh to thigh next to the desi girl as you talked mindlessly about random topics she happened to be well versed at. Despite her playboy demeanor, she was actually a lot more intellectual than you gave her credit for. I mean, no one could really blame you as you were practically shoved around to talk to her, but nevertheless, she was fun to talk to.

As the night treaded on, you felt the alcohol seep into your body, your eyes more drowsy, and your attitude more cocky as you continued to talk to Lara. Practically knowing everything about her after a span of 2 hours as she was talking your ear off. Of course being as observant Lara had always been, your shift in demeanor didn’t go unnoticed, finding it all the more difficult for herself drunken stare to refrain from being “normal”.

“So, you look like a nice girl…” Lara spoke, dragging her words as she carefully considered what she wanted to say, her eyes drifting from your eyes towards your torso and back to your face. “You don’t seem like a someone who’d like to sleep around…” She hinted, her voice devious as her hand slithered into your inner thigh, making you jolt for a moment. “So may I ask, why exactly are you entertaining me so much tonight?” She laughed, quickly snapping her hand away from your skin.

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly, lifting up the shot of tequila toward your lips, taking a delicate swing all the while remaining eye contact with the woman. “You just intrigued me Lara, your intentions seem so clear, yet so superficial at the same time.” You bluntly responded, inspecting her reaction as her eyebrow lifted into curiosity before returning back to her usual resting expression.

“I’m not an idiot Lara, I have a concept of context clues, why else would you ever admit to bringing Sophia over to get my attention.” You laughed, placing the shot glass harshly onto the table your gaze still fixated on hers, watching her almost like a hawk. Grabbing a tissue and wiping the edges of your mouth, Lara had even harder of a time constraining herself from jumping on you, but managed to keep herself intact by a thread.

She laughed loudly at your comment, before reaching her hand back out to cup your cheeks, gliding a thumb across the corner of your mouth before prying it slightly open. “Damn, you found me out fast, doll.” Lara responded, leaving your face heating up, leaving you giddy and a giggling mess as her thumb rested on your lower lip.

The tension between the both of you was palpable, almost as if no one could ever pull you both from the little world you created for yourselves. Despite the obnoxious light and the loud club music, you focus was forced onto her. She pulled her hand away from your face, but it only made you want her even more, the numerous shots of alcohol you took weren’t working in your favor either, you could barely even hide the restraint in your eyes as Lara stared you down. “I did?” You mumbled, pulling your face dangerously close towards her.

“You did.” Lara let out an intoxicating laugh, all the self restraint you had beforehand almost slipped away as her faced leaned into yours. You lifted free hand up and cupped her face, pulling her closer, hungry from her lips, her touch, everything she could offer, you craved dearly. You definitely caught her off guard, but she enjoyed it, pushing her lips onto yours she found it easier to kiss your plush lips than kissing and of her previous lovers.

You grabbed onto the hem of her shirt collar to pull her closer to you, her hands tightening the grip on yours inner thigh as you do so. The way you pushed her lips open with your tongue. The way you’d pull away and bite her lips to breath, the way your attitude completely shifted from before made her go feral. She’s never seen anyone the likes of you, and god was she desperately clinging onto more, never wanting this moment to end as you pried yourself off of her. “Shit…”

“You’re a lot different than I imagined.” Lara lightheartedly chuckled as her lips were sore from yours, pushing a hand on her hair to ruffle it for a moment. “I wonder, can you keep this attitude in bed, or will you fumble like everyone else I’ve tried sleeping with.”

Pulling her into your flat, you where enamored by the Desi girl, to the point that despite the fact your apartment hadn’t been all that far from the club, a 10 minute walk give or take— the whole walk had been awfully dreadful. Her teasing felt like the trip lasted for hours, trying your absolute hardest to control the fire boiling inside. You couldn’t keep your composure anymore, you couldn’t pretend that you didn’t want to taste her, to feel her hands on yours, to feel your bodies intertwine with one another.

Pushing her frame onto the oak door, you hungrily leapt your lips onto her lips, pushing your tongue into her mouth as she cupped your face. In a state of hunger she didn’t know how to react, she didn’t know whether or not to push back into the kiss or let you do all the work. She just let it happen.

“You’re beautiful.” A hurried compliment as you pulled away from her. Lara was left staring at you in disbelief, just for you to pull back your attention to her neck as you left marking after marking, inching closer to her collarbone as she whimpered. “Fuck.”

She watched as you added mark after mark, on all the bits of exposed skin she bore, your hands slithered reaching over to the hem of her crop top as you slowly pulled to over her head. Revealing a lot more than what your intoxicated state imagined. “Holy shit, you look— fuck—“ You whispered into her ears as you adored every inch of her body.

Lara mentally thanked her genetics for making her brown, because only the lord knows how red she would’ve been at the moment. Her face was flushed with the mixture of embarrassment and alcohol as she snaked her hand onto your shoulders. Her k9s biting her lower lips as you brought your hands to the slider of her jean zipper. She was definitely not used to this, she was so used to doing all the work that everything now came out as a surprise.

“Hah…” Lara breathed, taking her hand and palming your nape as she pulled you closer once more, ravenously kissing your lips, she was stuck to you like glue. Lara’s breathing hitched as you slid down under, taking your index and middle finger to her clothed cunt, rubbing your fingers firmly against the bud. Your eyes fixated on hers as she grappled onto your shoulders, her acrylics almost digging into your skin, leaving you a heaving mess, desperately wanting to feel her.

Rubbing slowly against her core, you examined ever bit of her movement, the way she shook, the way she mumbled incoherent words into your ear, and the way she slowly but surely got even more soaked. “Shit— hah— fuck…” The red haired slurred, trying her hardest to keep up her cool girl facade as you dragged your fingers all over her clit. It was almost humorous the way she acted, from what you could tell you thought she was more… kept together, but a woman could only guess.

“Y/n please…” She mumbled biting her lip as her eyes were glued to your hand which was nestled nicely between her thighs. You continued putting friction between her legs, not bothering to take off her undergarments, watching her crumble under you was more than enough. Although the way she refused to look up at you made it a little irritatin— no, it made it really fucking irritating. “Y/N—“

“Fuck can you shut up and look at me?” You bit, your head pounding from the alcohol, making her jolt, jerking her head up to meet your face. ‘Shit I didn’t know she’d be like this’ Lara huffed in the back of her mind before following your orders.

“There you go pretty.” You smiled, a shift in your demeanor, the should shift made her almost release, but you slid fast enough before she could reach her edge. “Ah…” She groaned glossing her eyes back to you and back down as she saw the missing contact from her clothed cunt, “why’d you stop.” She mumbled.

Laughing to yourself, you stare at the red haired girl intently, her confident, self centered persona, faltered slightly, as her hair disheveled and the makeup around her eye smudged. You stood there for a moment, just gawking at the sight of her, she was ethereal, no more than that, she was heavenly, it almost made you want to devour her whole. But before you could push her further both of you perked up at the sound.

Whipping your head to the side, you heard the apartment door lock jingle for a split second, before a huff went out on the other side. You look back at lara in some sick way you lived for this, seeing a pretty, confident girl crumble underneath you— and don’t get it twisted, you’d love to continue, but right now it looked like god had other plans. You practically shot out, pulling yourself away from her as your eyes darted to the door.

“Fuck, it’s my roommate,” You drunkenly— albeit embarrassingly admitted, not wanting seem like a total loser. Your eyes sheepishly darted away from her, trying to hide the fact you felt humiliated knowing the only reason you couldn’t score was because you didn’t live alone. Rubbing the your palm to your nape you tried to hide your flustered expression, but any pretty girl could see right through you.

“Haha, embarrassing— cute! But embarrassing.” She laughed creating distance between you again, her hands running through her hair as she avoided looking into your eyes. Before you both could break the awkward tension building, the door finally latched open, your roommate finally tumbling inside, drunk out of her mind.

Her blonde curly locks shuffled as she poised her head up to take a good look at both you and Lara, as she haphazardly dropped plastic bags filled with alcohol down on the floor. Her face scrunched looking at Lara before your Latina roommate began bursting out wailing, no regard to the guest that was in the shared apartment. “Y/n! That son of a bitch ghosted me again!” She cried.

You look stare at your roommate Daniela, and back at Lara who was looking more visibly uncomfortable by the second, before back at your curly haired roommate. The Indian hurriedly excused herself, leaving her number on the coffee table, before Daniela crawled over to you. This would be a long night, not the one you where hoping for nor the one you asked for NOR the one you wanted, but it was definitely going to be a long night.

[lovelyzzzz777]

AstroRevelations Vol. XXV — NSFW Aspects: What Your Chart Says About You in Bed

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Mars-Pluto aspects (especially conjunction, square, opposition)

The sex It’s not just a vibe; it’s a spiritual experience. Typa ppl that don’t do things halfway. You either want to be ruined or ruin someone emotionally, physically, cosmically. There’s often a touch of obsession, control, and power involved. And when it’s mutual It’s dangerous, delicious, and destructive.

Venus-Mars aspects (hard ones hit the hardest)

Their love language is tension. They thrive on that will-they-won’t-they energy. They flirt as if it’s a contest and kiss like it’s a battle. There’s always a spark, always drama, and always something simmering beneath the surface. You desire a love that feels like biting into a hot pepper and not knowing if you’re crying from the burn or the thrill.

Saturn in the 8th house or strong Saturn-Venus/Mars energy

You have that slow burn and locked vault energy. People think you’re cold until they earn your trust and see you as a walking fantasy with layers. You set boundaries, but there’s also an element of bondage. You may not be easy to understand, but once someone gets you, you give them everything; structure, depth, and dark romance. You give off strong dom/sub vibes.

Neptune in the 8th or Venus-Neptune aspects

You’re the daydream, the soft whisper, the hazy memory. With you, it’s never just physical; it’s cinematic. It’s the playlist, the candlelight, and the eye contact that feels enchanting. You immerse yourself in people. But be careful. sometimes you mistake love for longing. You want the soul, not just the body.

Eros aspects or strong Eros in synastry

This is where the intensity lives. Eros-Moon? You crave emotional connection and mayhem. Eros-Venus? You’re attracted to charm, aesthetics, and beauty. Eros-Mars? You enjoy passion that is loud and raw. When Eros is active, you’re magnetic. People don’t just want you; they long for you.

[chronic-conjuring]

So, for context, I’m one of those weird xenogender freaks and finally finding this label made SO MUCH fall into place for me and I’m convinced that The Binaries™️ simply cannot understand it. It’s just simply so outside of their lived experience and cultural mind frame to fully grasp without a lot of work.

TL;DR for those who don’t want to read my whole rant here: People need to become more comfortable with just not fully understanding other people’s genders and learn to mind their damn business about it. Xenogenders and other Freaky™️ genders that fall (even partially) outside the simple framework of a binary are relatively very new, even as a concept, and thus many choose to be ignorant of them and push their oversimplified definitions onto others. Often leading to the policing of other people’s identities and inter-community violence that also extends to those of us who have multiple genders, even if all their genders all fall within said binary.

A much longer, in depth analysis of this issue below for those who want to engage in more nuanced and Advanced™️ gender talks⬇️

Personally I think it’s fine that The Binaries™️ don’t get us. I don’t think I could ever really understand what it’s like to be a binary-gendered person so it’s kind of a two way street there. I’ve never experienced actually having a binary gender despite playing around with it while figuring out my whole deal. I’ve never understood the “boundaries” between genders and what it really meant to be one or the other or somewhere in between. Even at a very young age I only ever understood the cultural and societal expectations put on people based on their physical appearance and sex characteristics. It was always very confusing to me and still kinda is tbh.

Fundamentally, I think people who exist within the binary still have this intense need to place everyone into neat categories and labels as a way to understand the world around them better (even many who identify as nonbinary because their brain still operates within that framework). Many don’t even know how to conceptualize what being xenogender might entail, let alone less conventional gender that exist within and around the “male-female” binary. It’s honestly a very bad habit we see in many areas of life and not just within gender identity, like with how some people still can’t seem to understand bisexuality and how someone could be attracted to both men and women. And it manifests like this, with people insisting they understand other people’s gender better than them and essentially that people can’t embody more than one gender. Even within “nonbinary” spaces because a lot of nonbinary people, I’ve found, still exist in this sliding scale of gender where they feel like both or neither and never think much more of it. So you get so many people just fundamentally misunderstanding how some of us Freaks™️ experience gender altogether, and then insist that we’re the ones doing it wrong simply because they can’t understand it.

Like, as a xenogender person I find it incredibly difficult to properly describe my gender to people who don’t fall outside of this binary in the same ways I do. I oftentimes have to dumb it way down to “imagine having every gender but then none at all, all at the same time and you’re kind of halfway there” and even that is often too complicated for the “regular” people to wrap their heads around. I often can’t even get to the heart of it with a simple “imagine if your gender was an aesthetic, independent of any physical sex characteristics you could ever have” just because it’s so far outside people’s framework of understanding and talking about gender.

Again, I don’t think this is a fault of theirs by any means. I can’t wrap my head around what it’d be like to have a “regular” gender just as much as they can’t understand having mine. It’s an experience thing, and if you don’t experience gender within the same category as someone else we simply do not have the language to convey the vast differences in experience or bridge that gap yet. Or at least I haven’t found a way to nor have I seen anyone else find it either. It’s this massive disconnect and unfortunately it others a very small percentage between the two: people with multiple genders and genders very outside any binary thinking. Which is even a minority within the existing minority group that is the queer community.

The whole issue has a very cyclical nature about it, if you haven’t noticed. And culturally we have little historical and cultural context for these genders too, or at least I’ve never seen anyone else find/have a culture that has something like xenogender within their roots and traditions. All the variations of gender I’ve ever seen have all been iterations of “man in a woman’s body”, “woman in a man’s body”, “someone who’s both a man and a woman in the same body” and variations of those to describe people who lie on either more feminine or masculine within that scale of those categories, if that makes sense. If I’m wrong and there’s cultures out there that do have their own versions of what could be summed up as “my gender is an aesthetic” or “my gender lies within the unknown and completely outside the binary” then please do add them. I’m by no means an expert on any culture and definitely haven’t heard of all of them and their traditions around trans and enby people.

My point here is that, on a large scale culturally, there’s no real framework to even acknowledge that someone’s gender identity could fall outside of anything even remotely related to gender, and people already struggle to understand and acknowledge that people can have more than one gender as is. And it makes understanding and discovering yourself as a xenogender person very difficult. It’s a relatively new term, and any other underneath this umbrella term are even more niche than the original term itself. It’s an obscure experience that many don’t even realize is an option at all. If you look at censuses taken you’ll often see the numbers in any given xenogender identity in the single digits. Most people have never even heard of the term, much less known or knowingly interacted with any xenogender people to begin with.

My point here is we, culturally and ideologically, as a demographic are very new when it comes to visibility and existence of language to aptly define our experiences. I believe xenogender people have always existed and always will, just that before very recently we’ve never really had the language to properly define our existences and how that culminates into this weird, seemingly unground concept. One that’s completely independent from experiences with physical sex and the genders and identities tied to those. I do also believe, and hope, that as language continues to expand to encompass us better and more fully we might start to find a more common ground between those who experience gender tied to physical sex characteristics, and those of us who have less, if any of that. It’s a very complex identity with lots of moving parts, and in my experience no two xenogender people have the exact same experience with gender.

This is not to say that all Xenogendered people don’t experience some connection to physical sex characteristics and the binaries that come with it. Just that all of them expand beyond those boundaries in a way many simply don’t understand. As one myself I do have preferences in which sex related characteristics I prefer to have, but for me it has more to do with my preferences for aesthetics than it does with my comfortability within any given body configuration. I would feel just as out of place and uncomfortable if I transitioned and took on “the opposite” characteristics than the ones I have now. I know some xenogender people fall staunchly on one side or the other, masculine or feminine, and identify in part with being transfemme or transmasc. Like I said, they’re extremely complex and varied experiences with gender and many, many people just cannot understand this.

I’d apologize for the excessive ranting here, but in all honesty I don’t see a way to have this conversation without being extensively detailed and long-winded. Dumbing it down and simplifying it, at least to me, doesn’t do the incredible complexity of it all any justice. And until we have more succinct language and broader understanding/knowledge of this kind of gender fuckery I don’t think we can simplify this and have an in depth conversation on it all.

why have us queer people as a community normalized terms like "boygirl" or "girlboy" or other things like that but not like. the actual experience of being multigender. i swear some people will be like "ahaha its so cool and swag to be a #girlboy #boygirl" then turn around and be like "MEN DNI THIS POST IS ABOUT WOMEN" "MEN CANT BE LESBIANS (because no man is ever a woman too)" etc etc like come on guys

EDIT: i added an entire rant about this here

[infinite-curses]

More people should really at least consider otherlinking to be a thing they themselves can do. The community is quiet and the tags tend to be overrun with crossposting, but I think it'd be a lot louder if people actually considered it as a genuine possibility a little more often. 'Linking is usually seen as an afterthought you tack onto the end of a list of alterhuman terms and not usually discussed too much more than that from what we can see. Which is sad because it really can be beneficial and it absolutely has a place in the broader alterhuman community.

You really want to be an animal, or your favourite character, but you know you're not? You can do that--you can just.. become them.

You have a hearttype but it feels kinda weird and it feels like you should have been that thing, but you're not? You could always 'link it if you're dysphoric about not being that thing.

You have something that was--or you thought was--a kintype, but now it's not, and you miss it? Just link it back into yourself.

You think [thing] is really cool and it'd be cool to be one? You can!

You want to incorporate an aesthetic of [thing] into your identity and it'd work best if you just became that thing? That's absolutely a thing you can do.

You think it'd be fun to identify as something other than what your body is? You can make that happen.

Being [thing] would help with something in your life? Go ahead, you can do that.

You can mold your own sense of self an identity however you see fit, and that's really cool. Honestly it comes across as a power move. You get to make your own self, no matter what came before it.

[sawdustandstardust]

TIME THEFT

mel/frank for @kingdonmicrofic day 02 (ice cream) | 498 words

additional tags: outsider pov; mention of pregnancy; fluff; schrödinger’s daddy kink; establish relationship

All new employees at CRÈME HAUS in Squirrel Hill complete the same new trainee onboarding: learning the payment operating system; customer service; opening/closing procedures; food safety. The direct emphasis on branding—the aesthetically pleasing merchandise. Neon, Instagramable signs. A community cares board even though the owners—two California transplants who bought an entire neighborhood block to flip—don’t pay their employees a livable wage.

There’s also an unofficial CRÈME HAUS training:

1. Management sucks.

2. The No Cash Accepted sign on the door is a scam. They keep a small cash float locked up–just grab the key and complete the transaction. CRÈME HAUS workers used the money to redistribute back to the staff every December: “They’re never going to approve holiday bonuses, so what’s a little wage theft going to do?”

3. Always set aside two ice cream cartons on Thursdays: peach oat crisp and goat cheese, tyme & honey.

“For who?” Matty, the new hire, asks and a tonally confused air of awed fear descends over the staff.

“Dr. Langdon.”

Matty learns Dr. Langdon only comes to CRÈME HAUS on Thursdays, ten-minutes before close. Pays in cash. Tips 100%-150%. His wedding ring is tattooed on. He’s adamant that the flavors be correct and clearly labeled.

“There was one shift,” Deena gossips over the blaring Charli xcx, “where this random boomer started doing the whole ‘Wow, why does everywhere prompt you to tip now? I’m sorry, but 20% is ridiculous for scooping ice cream. My grandkids can do that and they’re still in diapers’ blah blah blah. He kept going until Dr. Langdon straight up told him to ‘shut the fuck up’. It was awesome.”

No one knows if he’s an actual doctor or not. The only supportive evidence comes from CRÈME HAUS assistant manager, Chandler, who ate an entire tray of weed brownies: “I get to Pitt Trauma straight tripping balls. Seeing rats and shit. They brought me back, and Matty, this blonde, pregnant doctor walked in. So sweet, saying everything’s going to be okay. Dude…I started imagining, y’know, our life together—me, as a stepfather. Getting a big country house. Dying together like the old couple in Titanic. Then I look up and BOOM! —there’s fuckin’ Dr. Langdon, standing over me like the Benadryl hat man.”

He wears two beaded bracelets on his wrists: one reading DAD; the other, ❤️ FRANK ❤️

Half of the staff think that he’s a legitimate father while others believe it’s a sex thing. The group text debates are heated: “if it WAS a sex thing LILIANA then wouldn’t the bracelet spell out DADDY not DAD??”; “you can’t be that intense without being a littleeee freaky;” “bro has his wedding ring TATTED. like…👀”

(Matty doesn’t have a horse in this race. All he knows is, during his first Dr. Langdon Shift, the customer’s on the phone: “Yes baby, I’m picking up the ice cream for you and Becca right now. You better be ready for me when I get home. Doctors orders.”

He seems nice.)

[multiheadcanons]

LITTLE THINGS THAT GET THE MERCS BRICKED UP

scout: if scout can see your socks he’s trying to get you out of them. this is not a blanket thing, scout doesn’t have a foot fetish, but if his partner is showing feet… show him those grippers. especially when they match. especially when they match and they’re cute, or frilly, or even have a stupid print on them. he wants them off. now. and he wants your leg over his shoulder. now. he will swear to god he is not a foot fetishist. nobody believes him.

soldier: soldier, oddly enough, is so passionate about a body in motion because he wants to fuck in rest. that is not an activity that requires energy, to him. and with this mindset, he's really not the safest man to sleep in a bed with. he might fondle you, and if you love this man, then baby get in bed with him. because he has no sense of restraint. so you will end up having sex with him. he just loves looking at resting bodies. watching the breaths they take be deep, and filling, and the sigh out sounds so satisfying... he wants to make you feel as good as a nap does.

pyro: pyro is a morning person. pyro in general is quite the energetic little thing! and pyro does well with people who can match their hype. pyro doesn't want to be around people who are downers, or stiflingly introverted. even when those people are nice. so people who are and can get even more invested in something. like, more than pyro already gets emotionally invested into things, pyro really likes them. it's why pyro has a crush on the entire team. they just think people who are passionate look so cute. it makes them want to give you a kiss. and another one. and another one... and another one.

demo: tavish... tavish does love someone who can commit to a bit. do you want to know how many clowns— professional clowns, not just clowns like losers— because he thought the way they wore the makeup is just so attractive that he needs to give them the gluck gluck 9000, he loves commitment to the bit. it's so sexy to him. he loves a discernable aesthetic, and he gobbles up full commitment to the aesthetic. even if that aesthetic is slob. hell, he's an alcoholic! come get close to him. he won't bite too hard.

heavy: misha wouldn’t admit it, but he does have a taste for the finer things. and this shows in not only his sheet tastes, but the sheets he buys for a shared bed. they are always silk. neutrally colored, beautifully crafted, and expensive. and every time he crawls into bed, weary from the day, he can’t help the warm sigh off his body just slipping into the sheets, and he can’t help the flashes of another body sliding in next to his in his mind. it just gets him going. he might have to rub one out.

engineer: dell gets competitive. and dell’s competitive streak illicit emotions in him so strong he is almost mentally broken. he doesn’t know if he wants you or wants to be you or wants to be in a long term nasty divorce with you but he’s going to make it all happen. dell has the best sex when he’s irritated. and his best sexual partners are the ones you wouldn’t catch him dead interacting with in person. and nobody sees when he slips them notes in their pockets.

medic: medic has one specification for the people he associates with; they need to be trustworthy in their circles. medic doesn’t hang around obviously nefarious types, because he is a parasite. he feeds off of others’ good wills and good standings. he uses that to enforce his own societal pull. so that’s why medic gets insanely aroused by liars. especially if he knows you’re lying. especially if you involve him in the lie. he loves getting involved. a wonderful man to include in your sick little web. it’s like a game to him. what he’s going to do to you is the reward for winning. and he always wins, regardless of which side he’s on. and he’s gonna laugh when it comes tumbling down. it just won’t happen at his own hand.

sniper: he never wants to admit it, but snipes does have a particular…. heartstring. a doting tendency. he isn’t normally in a position to be doting, so when he is, or you’re feeling particularly lazy, and you just ask (or order) him to do particular, stupid little things for you. make you a meal, grab you a blanket, tuck you in, grab the remote; he almost gets giddy. he likes being ordered around sometimes. and laying with you is a pretty damn good reward.

spy: spy is unashamed to admit there is very few things that will turn him away from a sexual escapade. he’s into pretty much everything to a minute degree, and whatever he personally isn’t into. but he’s got a thing for short haired people. buzz cuts, even. he just loves running his finger through it. it’s soft, and warm, and sometimes it stings, or splinters under his skin. makes him feel good. makes him want to make you feel great.

[vincentbriggs]

hey i just wanted to say the things youve made are so beautiful and nice especially the leaf bolero that was so creative and going through the effort to embroider details was amazing!

also i wanted to compliment your sewing machines because from what i see they run so smoothly, and look so nice. Do you ever plan on trying to touch up the decals? i think i have seen some way to do it but also it seemed really difficult to do. Also if you had the ability to get any model of sewing machine you wanted, what would you pick?

Hello! Thank you! (And oh my, it's been far too long since I've answered any asks, sorry to everyone who still has one waiting in the inbox. I immediately forget what's in here as soon as I close the tab.)

The decals? I assume you mean the ones on my White, because the paint job on my Singer 15-91 is in great shape.

Just a wee bit of wear on some of the ones along the front edge.

My White VS2, on the other hand, is 140 years old and has been used continually for at least 60 of those years and probably closer to 90, so the finish is not so spiffy. (Idk who the first owner was but Viola Bell, a relative of the guy who gave it to me, made a living sewing on it from about the 1910's to the 1970's, and I assume whoever first bought it in the mid 1880's used it too.)

Some of the decals are mostly visible, but a lot of them are missing large chunks, and the one on the flat bed of the machine is all but completely gone.

And I haven't been able to find any pictures of another machine with this decal pattern! I have no way to find out what that central motif looked like!

A lot of the other parts are intact enough to be more or less figured out, but I could never get the whole design, unless someone else posts pictures of the same machine in better condition.

In any case, I have no intention of trying to hand paint all of that back on, and I don't know if it's possible to get custom decals but it sounds expensive.

If I ever do anything to the finish it'd be adding a new coat of lacquer, since a lot of it has worn off the paint. I'd first try to remove all the remaining bits of old lacquer from the plain areas, which shouldn't be too hard I think? I'd have to look into it first, and I don't have any lacquer, but I may possibly do that someday.

But it's fine how it is, and there are a lot of other things I need to fix that are much higher priorities! Still need to fix the snagging in the bobbin area, and re-align my serger, and un-gunk that one really stubborn difficult-to-take-apart area in my Pfaff, and there may even be a couple more machines in need of even more work that I haven't posted about at all yet.

~

If I could have any machine I wanted? Ooh, hrm, gosh there are a lot of cool machines out there. In terms of pure aesthetics there are so many gorgeous ones to look at, but for functionality I prefer working on industrial machines. (No offence to vintage domestics, they're great and hard-wearing and fabulous to work on!! But they don't have the VROOM of a big industrial in a big and very heavy table.) I've used modern industrial machines at college and at my current and previous tailoring jobs, and I love how solid and sturdy and fast they are, and I especially love the knee lever that raises the presser foot. I've never used an antique or vintage industrial machine before, alas, but I imagine they're probably very nice too.

Unfortunately the industrials I've worked on have all been hideous pebbled greige, so my dream machine for basic sewing would be the inner workings of an industrial machine but very heavily modified to be pretty like the really old domestic ones. Nice hardwood table top instead of laminated particle board, elegant swirly table base instead of pressed metal beams, all possible plastic pieces replaced with metal or other material, lots of green and brass and art nouveau... But alas, I am poor, and making such extensive modifications happen would cost a ridiculous amount of money and I don't even have the space for a normal real industrial.

And those industrials are just straight stitch machines, so I'd still need to have a different vintage machine for when I want to do machine buttonholes. My Singer has a buttonhole attachment, but I've never had a machine that can do zig zag (though I will once my Pfaff 360 is fully unstuck). So as long as I'm daydreaming about extensive sewing machine modifications maybe a solid metal machine from the 60's or 70's with cams that can do different stitches, but also made more fancy and historical looking. Maybe it could be shaped like a dragon and the needle bar & presser foot could come out of the open mouth.

[oracularvernacular]

~ 𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕘𝕪𝕒𝕣𝕦 𝕘𝕗 ~

part 1 of the jfashion series! which is a series that I WILL continue. for once in my life.

*note! images are taken from gyaru magazine covers that all match in cutesy pink vibes just for the aesthetic, so not all gyaru substyles will be shown (it's mostly hime here i think)! please don't think i'm ignoring you beauties >///< !!! also- sooooo sorry if i got any of the gyarugo (gyaru slang) words wrong babez i got em off a website<3

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Xavier

~ He's been around for a long time, so he's definitely heard of/seen gyarus around, but it was never really his thing... until you.

~ He's jus a chill guy who don't gaf so judging you was never really on the table but he was a bit confused by gyaru slang at first

~ He lets you give him gyaruo makeovers and then he's too lazy to take the stuff off so he just. Goes on missions like that.

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Zayne

~ Had no clue what a gyaru was, but the second you told him he started asking questions and doing his research

~ Memorized every gyaru magazine name and looks for them whenever he travels abroad for conferences in Japan

~ Once he was really sleep deprived at work and he accidentally said something in gyaru slang. The hospital staff has not recovered psychologically

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݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. ──── ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ ──── ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

Rafayel

~ Probably knows what gyaru is if he's been to any artsy districts in Japan. Now that he sees you wearing it he thinks it's cool af

~ BEGGED for a gyaruo makeover. Within five minutes he had figured out how to do it himself and now talks like a gyaru too

~ Constantly paints you in your outfits, of course! Enough of those portraits to make a whole exhibition at this point, he loves the vibes.

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݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. ──── ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ ──── ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

Sylus

~ Probably saw it offhand once or twice when Luke and Kieran were showing him tiktoks, but did not gaf until you showed up.

~ Buys you every single piece of gyaru-esque clothing he can lay his rich ass hands on

~ Thinks your gyaru slang is hella cute and teases you with it ("oh? lost another round of kitty cards, kitten? are you sagepoyo now? how angry are you?" "..." "go on, say it. say the thing." "..." "please..." "...fine. GEKI OKO PUNPUN MARUUUUUU!!!!!")

݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. ──── ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ ──── ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. ──── ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ ──── ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

Caleb

~ He grew up with you, so he's obviously used to it and knows all the little ins and outs

~ He carries a little makeup bag with him just in case you forgot yours and need some touch-ups! He's also really good at doing your makeup after years of experience

~ He's suuuper into the gyaru thing of adding "-poyo" to words to make it extra cutesy!!! Whenever you text him you're gonna come over he replies with "AGEPOYOOOO!!!!" and a happy little apple sticker

݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. ──── ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ ──── ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

[queen-of-signs]

📱Your Future Spouse’s Online Behavior: Where Are They Most Active? 🌐

Disclaimer: This is a collective tarot reading, so please keep in mind that it may or may not resonate with everyone. Take what resonates with you and feel free to leave the rest. Trust your intuition as you receive the messages. I'd love to hear if this reading resonated with you, so please feel free to let me know in the comments. (LGBTQ+ friendly) No sugarcoating!

Pile 1

Pile 1, your FS won't even use dating apps. They are stingy with their love. They used to keep tabs on people in their past but currently they are like, "I'm too old for this!" They're def not someone who shares or even posts their private life on social media. They either have very little presence or have no social media. Even if they have one, they share selectively. Can be a private account or they share only family celebration photos, parties with friends, etc and nothing much. They seem like someone who spends their birthdays in private with their fam and friends, takes pictures with them, but won't post much on social media or avoid it completely. They may have a burner account or be inconsistent in their social media behavior like being active for straight 3 days and then disappearing for the next 3 months. Might start projects (like blogs, videos, or music accounts) and then abandon them. May use private platforms (like Discord, closed communities, or smaller sites) to express their true feelings. But they're active on shopping sites, Pinterest, Spotify or sites tied to business or aesthetics.

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Pile 2

JEsUs ChriSt on a motorbike! Your FS online behavior is chaotic. They’ve gone through intense emotional situations (and maybe even a public fallout with their ex) and now use the internet more as a tool for distraction, work, or fast connection, not emotional depth. They do have a social media presence. May have deleted old posts or closed past accounts. Could use a new profile or keep things private. Avoids "perfect life" content like family vacation photos or couple posts. Might mute/block exes. Possibly stopped using social media altogether for a while. They’re active, but not always honest or open. They may comment, scroll, message, or reply quickly, but they don’t reveal much of their real thoughts or hide their real opinions. Might share memes, jokes, or surface-level takes. Likely avoids dating apps or deletes and re-downloads them. Might "ghost" or disappear when things get emotional. They are active on Reddit, Twitter/X, Discord or Telegram.

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Pile 3

They’ve deleted or reinvented their digital presence at least once, perhaps to align with a new lifestyle or to create boundaries. They now value privacy and grounded content. They may have a lot of followers too. They may do collabs with someone to create buzz like they're dating or in a relationship but they're not. They project themselves as a certain person online but a totally different one at home. They can be an influencer, someone in the media, or self-employed. Strong media energy here. People may see them as messy. Can be a bit of an attention seeker or do things to gain publicity. They may have chosen partners who were clout chasers or with them for $$$. Not real. They're aware of it too but still going with the flow. This can change once they meet you. A tower moment is ahead of them after you meet them. People would see them differently and would rebuild themselves...again, but this time it's for real and permanent. Also, they may secretly watch X-rated videos, follow tarot readers or astrologers to learn a lot about you, LOL. Pretty active on Tumblr, YouTube or Twitter/X.

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Pile 4

Deeply romantic at heart. Can be active on dating apps. Surprise, it didn't work for them. Nothing real came out of it. Have a small social media presence. Mostly use it for work. Their connections know them in real life too, most of them. Pretty active on forums, fandoms, or online classes/creative collabs. Sends sweet messages or reacts to people’s stories/status. Can be romantic/flirtatious online. Introverted. Might be seen on platforms like IG, TikTok, or even Twitch but won't post, usually likes others' content. They could have lost $$$ in scams too. Project themselves as confident but they're really vulnerable to scammers. Your FS is an easy target. Pirate their movies. Can have a burner account or a few to follow models or to like and watch X-rated content. They may use Omegle and such to talk to strangers online to pass the time, nothing serious. Non-committed online relationships. Could have been catfished once early on. They're longing for a real connection that lasts. They prefer to meet in person now.

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[headdinthewall]

NAIL ARTIST ── g.clarke ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : where george dates a nail artist notes : inspired by @deffonotlily and her smau’s! go check her out of you haven’t already xx content : established relationship ,, smau taglist : @italianclarke @clarkeyscherry

taliamar posted a story !

‘ loving these from nailaccount 🖤 thank you doll xx ‘

twitter💬.

userone omg talias nails were gorg

usertwo all the uk yters follow nailaccount on her personal account too🤔🤔

userthree HELP WHY DOES GEORGE FOLLOW HER☠️

↳ userfour and arthur too

↳ userfive they wanna feel girly pop

usersix her second post has a mirror pic w a guy on the third slide and it looks like the back of george’s head lol

livvydimartino posted a story !

‘ beauties ready for greece😍 nailaccount love you xx ‘

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userone omg liv too

usertwo that account is so talented wtf

userthree does she only do influencers?

↳ userfour no she does everyone! my sister went a couple weeks ago, really affordable too xx

userfive she’ll go famous now lol

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new set up!! you guys have been keeping me so booked, love you all xx

comments :

glambyflo UGH the heart dish🥹🥹

↳ nailaccount i know!!!

nellarose can’t wait to see you gorg xx

↳ nailaccount you always challenge me, love ya x

georgeclarkeey benjamin i see you in the back x

↳ nailaccount the salon is my second home, i see him more here than i would at the apartment x

userone how do i book😫😫

↳ nailaccount link in my bio or u can dm me bby x

usertwo is it safe to have candles by your set up? also hygiene with the food?

↳ nailaccount i clean my surfaces before every slot & the candles are only for those who ask in case of allergies etc.

userthree george’s comment??? benjamin is the teddy bear???

livvydimartino always my fav visit x

↳ nailaccount love you liv! xx

userfour stop she’s so aesthetic im jel

↳ nailaccount 💞💞

userfive her designs r the cutest wtf

nellarose posted a story !

‘nobody does it like my baby girl nailaccount😫😫💞💞 ‘

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some recent nails!! i cant even begin to express my gratitude recently, you guys are so lovely and fantastic for keeping me fully booked all the time! i’m so sorry to those who try and get booked but can’t find any free slots, i’m so busy at the moment xx

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georgeclarkeey never met a girl that apologises for her success

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userone GUYS??? THEYRE DATING???

usertwo HIS COMMENT?? LOVE?? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN A THING

userthree guys they’ve been dating for years, look at her personal account she posted a pic with him two years ago

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life recently x

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userthree the hardest soft launch ever

↳ userfour not really cuz they’ve been together for years we just never knew lmfao

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usersix she’s gorgeous🥹🥹

userseven not him making us think he’s some weirdo loser with no rizz

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call me a soccer mom the way i’m so proud rn

i am genuinely so proud of you, reader, you’ve come so far especially these past six months it’s unbelievable. you’ve gone from working a couple of hours a few days a week to being fully booked 24/7, i don’t know how you do it. watching you grow these past four years has been amazing, keep being you, you’re doing it well. love you darling x

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chrismd10 i visibly recoiled at the caption

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userone the hard launch we’ve all been waiting for

usertwo why r they low-key the cutest

userthree i want what they have

userfour TWO YEARS???

↳ userfive tbf george has always been a private guy

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[writing-disability-with-cy]

[ID: An illustration of a red basketball wheelchair with a tall frame, low backrest and slanted wheels, sitting in front of an orange background. White text beside the chair reads: "Disability tropes: Sporting mobility aids as all-purpose ones"]

A visual trope I've noticed popping up more often as of late, is the tendency for artists and character designers to give their physically disabled characters mobility aids specifically made for sport as a daily-use aid. It seems to happen most often with leg amputees, being given running-blade prosthetics or wheelchair users being given basketball, rugby or tennis wheelchairs, but that could also just be because that's what I'm most knowledgeable about and so I just notice it more.

So what's the problem with that? Well, mobility aids designed for sport aren't like, say, running shoes where they're designed for one thing, but can be used for another. They are designed for one thing, and one thing only. trying to use them for literally anything else will... well it won't get you far.

Running Blades

Now look, I get why people want to draw these on their amputee and limb different characters, they look cool as hell AND they make you fast! I pestered my prosthetist for years to let me get a pair, admittedly, mostly because of the aesthetic so trust me, I get it.

But running blades are made to run, and only to run. Sometimes to jump, but mainly to run. You see, running blades look the way they do, because they aren't actually based off of human anatomy at all. The original running blade was inspired by the hind-legs of animals like cheetahs, dogs and other fast-moving land mammals. As the furries among us would already know, a lot of these animals have something called digitigrade legs, meaning they don't stand with their entire back foot on the ground. What we see as their paws is actually just the ends of their toes, and their ankle is held up off the ground. The reason so many animal species evolved with this trait is because it makes you really fast (among other things). The entire leg essentially works like a spring, giving the animal more force to push themselves forward, at the cost of the limb being a little less stable to stand on. that isn't an issue when you have another two legs out in front, but it's part of the reason why you don't see many bipedal creatures in nature with digitigrade legs.

Running blades took this general digitigrade leg layout and kind of simplified it, functionally making the athletes run on their toes. The blades are made out of very strong and very flexible carbon fibre sheets, and when the "toe" of the blade hits the ground, the force of the impact causes the whole blade to bend, then rebound, using the runner's own force and momentum to push them forward again. However, unlike most animals, humans don't have another set of legs out in front to keep us stable, so when the person with the blade prosthetic stops running, they either become very unstable or will fall over. This is because, in order to get that spring-like motion, these prosthetics can't have a heel and the way our body's weight is distributed means we kind of need that. Some leg amputees are able to walk a little bit in these running blades, but its not easy and is generally pretty uncomfortable to do, and for double leg amputees, it's exceptionally difficult.

There's also the fact that the running blades need a lot of force applied to them to actually work. A friend of mine brought her blade to an event we were both at, and you could not get the arch of the blade to bend with your arms. At all. One of the other guys at the event was a Paralympic powerlifter, and even he couldn't do it. even leaning on it with all our body weight wasn't enough to make it bend and push back. The only way to get it to bend was by landing on it while running at full speed - which is no small amount of force. Anything less and it won't budge, making these essentially very poorly balanced peg legs when used for anything other than running and jumping. This was actually the reason my prosthetist never signed off on me getting a pair of running legs, because I had an issue that made my stumps too sensitive to withstand the forces needed for them to work properly.

So unless your amputee character is going to be running everywhere at a full sprint, they don't need and probably won't benefit much from having blades in place of a regular prosthetic foot. However, if you want some extra speed for your amputee character, without the significant balance issues that come with a blade, hybrid feet do exist! These hybrids are made out of the same carbon fibre sheets as the big blades, but are shaped more like a regular leg and ankle, with an additional piece attached to the back to give you the stability of having a heel. These hybrid feet, often called active feet or high-mobility feet, take the best of both kinds of prosthetic, while also allowing their user to wear shoes, thanks to the rubber foot shell that goes over the top. They aren't as great for running as the big blades, but they're a lot better than most other prosthetic feet.

The one exception to all of this is if your amputee or limb different character isn't actually human. Quadrupedal mammals like dogs and cats who have their hind legs amputated often get something that looks like a running blade prosthetic as the shape mimics what they'd naturally have without the need for expensive (and completely impractical for animals) electronic parts. When it comes to furry and anthropomorphic animals, I personally make an exception here as well. Technically, the same rule should apply; they're bipedal, so they shouldn't be able to easily stand on a running blade and it wouldn't be practical. However, that rule should also apply to any furry with digitigrade legs, they should be equally unbalanced on their natural meat legs because that kind of bone structure isn't great for a bipedal creature, but it's just kind of an accepted thing to ignore that within the furry community, as long as you can make it look good. In this case, a running blade is the closest a digitigrade furry could probably come to a functional prosthetic without robotics, so I'm more inclined to let it go in that case.

Sports wheelchairs

The wheelchairs used in basketball, tennis and rugby are all different, but the features I see getting used in character designs are, for the most part, in all three, so for the sake of simplicity, going forward I'm going to refer to them all collectively as sports chairs. "Sports wheelchair" is an umbrella term that encompasses a lot more than just these three types, but I don't think I've seen anyone confuse a racing or golfing wheelchair for a general use wheelchair, so for this article, I'm mainly going to be using it to refer to those three. Likewise, going forward, I'm going to be calling normal, non-sports wheelchairs "day-chairs," which was a popular way of shortening "daily-use wheelchair" when I played wheelchair sports.

Just like the running prosthetic, sports wheelchairs are made to do one thing very well, and only that one thing, which is why people who play wheelchair sports of any kind need to have an entirely separate wheelchair to play in. The wheelchairs designed for Rugby and basketball are made to go on perfectly flat, perfectly smooth, indoor basketball courts. Likewise, tennis chairs are made to play on perfectly flat and smooth tennis courts. But it's pretty hard to find anything that smooth and flat outside of those specific spaces and these chairs don't handle any other type of environment well at all, even including the entrances and exists to the courts. These sports chairs are so bad at dealing with anything else, in fact, that people who play these sports will usually stay in their day-chairs, right up until they're on the court's sideline, then swap into the sports chair only when needed.

This is because the features that make these wheelchairs so good for their respective sports, tend to cause a lot of logistical problems anywhere else. For example, when most people think about sports wheelchairs, one of the first things that comes to mind is probably the big, tilted wheels. The wheels on all sports chairs are angled outwards, with the wheels closer at the top, and wider at the bottom - this is called wheel camber. A standard day-chair, though, usually has no, or very little camber - wheels that are not tilted outwards. Giving sports chairs camber has a lot of benefits, with the main one being added stability. When you're playing a game like wheelchair basketball or rugby, which are contact sports, you need to be able to take a hit without falling over, and a wider base of support helps with that a lot. The larger wheels on these chairs also tend to sit pretty far forward, which shifts the chair's centre of gravity, making it way easier to do precise, tight turns. However, this makes the chair much less stable, which the camber also helps with, which is one of the big reasons you see tilted wheels on tennis chairs too. Finally, you also need your hands and fingers on the wheels to move, but if someone crashes into you, having the wheels tilted this way keeps your hands out of the way of being crushed on impact...usually.

As you can see, this feature has a lot of advantages, but you'll notice that having the wheels tilted also makes the chair very wide. So wide that they don't actually fit most doors, except double doors. When I played basketball, to even get our sports wheelchairs inside the courts we practiced on, which only had standard, single doors for some reason, we had to sit in our day chairs and push the basketball chairs in front of us with the big wheels removed, or they wouldn't be able to fit inside. I'm sure you can see now why this makes these wheelchairs impractical for daily use. It's hard enough getting a normal day-chair through some building's doors, let alone through crowded or tight places like shops with narrow isles or down narrow footpaths. You will occasionally see a day-chair with a very minor tilt on their big wheels, but it's usually only done on very thin chairs with active or experienced users, and it's almost never more than a 2 - 5° tilt (whereas sports chairs can have as much as 15° to 20°, depending on the sport).

But tilted wheels aren't the only thing that makes them impractical for daily use. Another feature of these chairs is their anti-tip wheels; little wheels at the back that stop you from falling backwards out of your chair. A lot of day-chairs have anti-tips too, but the ones on day-chairs are usually positioned so that the wheelchair can still be tilted back enough to get up things like curbs and small steps and mildly rough terrain. However, remember how I said sports chairs have their big wheels moved further forward to help them turn easier? this will cause the chair to tip back way easier, and to account for that, the anti-tip wheels on sports chairs have to be basically touching the ground. If they weren't, every time you pushed forward, you would loose a bunch of your energy and momentum from tipping back slightly. You'd also probably damage the courts after a while too from forcibly slamming your front and anti-tip wheels into the ground repetitively. So they make the anti-tip wheels as close to the ground as practically possible to stop that, and also so you can lean as far back in the chair as you need, without having to worry about falling back but this means the chair is prone to getting stuck on everything and anything if the ground isn't perfectly flat and smooth. Even trying to take one of these chairs down a tiny curb-cut ramp is likely to result in your front wheels getting wedged on the road, while the anti-tips get stuck on the ramp with your big wheels (the ones you use to propel yourself forward) getting stuck in the air.

Finally, there's also the size. Even without tilted wheels, these chairs are often quite a decent bit larger than a day chair, mostly to protect their user. Most sports wheelchairs have a protective bar in front and around the sides of the chair, and the anti-tips add quite a bit of extra length to them in a lot of cases. The bar protects your feet in the event of a collision or fall, and makes the chairs more bottom-heavy to prevent them from tipping over whenever you make a sharp turn, and the anti-tip wheels need to extend a decent way out of the back of the chair or else they can't do their job. These things don't matter too much on the court, but once again, out in the real world, it makes a big difference.

There are a few other little differences too that can, in some cases, make them less practical. things like the fact breaks are never included on sports chairs (anymore) because they just weren't needed during the games and increased the risk of hand injuries - I lost a few thumbnails from snagging them on my day-chair's breaks when I was pushing fast. Sports chairs also can't fold down, as making them able to do so is a safety hazard since it weakens the frame of the chair. So that, combined with their larger shape means they can really only be transported by most people by putting them in the back trunk of the car, whereas even day-chairs that can't fold are designed to be able to be placed on a car seat, meaning they're easier to get in and out of a car when you don't have anyone to help you.

I speak about all of this from experience, by the way. As a teenager, my first wheelchair basketball coach intentionally didn't explain the above points to me when he lent me my first ever sports wheelchair. He knew the first thing I was going to do was try to take it to school, and he knew I wouldn't listen if he just told me not to try it, so it was just better to let me figure it out on my own. My old English classroom's door still has a big chunk of paint missing from where I tried to force this extra-wide sports chair through almost 10 years later, and I was late to every single class that day because the school's elevator had a small lip by the door I kept getting stuck on. Not to mention the several times I got stuck on the curb cut just trying to leave our local courts the day he gave it to me.

Sometimes kids just have to learn through trial and error, and I definitely tried, which is why it's so funny to me when I see wheelchair using characters in fiction either using just a straight-up sports wheelchair as a day-chair, or who's day-chair was designed by someone who very clearly just googled "cool/sporty/fast wheelchair" and slapped a bunch of features they saw onto a more standard wheelchair without understanding what those things actually do.

Conclusion

Honestly, as far as disability tropes go this one is mainly harmless. Personally, I find it more funny than annoying or harmful like most of the tropes I talk about, but it does come across to those of us who have used these mobility aids that you haven't really done much more than superficial research.

[lady-luckk]

thanks for the delightful follow up story with Eli!!

was not expecting that so thanks my dear!!

cant wait to get wifed up and breed by Eli. knowing him and reader he can probably just ask reader to write their name on a dotted line cause he wants to see how reader writes their name. unknowingly its a marriage certificate that reader just signed

Eli could throw a wedding and reader wouldnt even know it was their wedding

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ wait, what?

# pairings: yandere cowboy farmer x himbo / bimbo reader

# synopsis: you thought it was a themed town event—turned out it was your actual wedding, and you’re the only one who doesn’t know.

# warnings: this will contain dark themes such as obsession and possessiveness. if you are uncomfortable, please block me. viewer discretion is advised. minors DNI

# notes: likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

you were just trying to be nice.

eli had just lifted an entire hay bale one-handed, sweat glistening on his neck like something out of a steamy calendar you definitely used to own. and you, being the supportive little ray of sparkles you are, clapped your hands and sighed dramatically:

“ugh, if i ever get married, it better be to a man like you.”

eli, wiping his brow, gave you a long look. “noted.”

you assumed that was the end of it.

spoiler: it was not.

fast forward two weeks.

here you were. you thought it was a theme party.

in your defense, eli did say, “put on somethin’ white, we got somethin’ to take care of in town,” and you assumed it was, like, a cow blessing or maybe a fancy farmer's market opening. so you slipped into your cutest white outfit, added a little flower crown (for aesthetic), and hopped into his truck like the sunshiney disaster you are.

then suddenly, you're standing in front of a judge—well, a guy named judge, who runs the bait shop and also officiates weddings “for a decent price and a six-pack” with a clipboard, there’s a weird amount of flowers for a paperwork situation, and eli’s wearing his “nice” flannel—the one without any holes or bloodstains. you’re handed a bouquet (free souvenir?), and the next thing you know, eli’s staring deep into your eyes with a suspiciously intense expression. eli’s in a clean shirt (which should’ve been a red flag), and the dogs are all lined up like tiny groomsmen.

“do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

you gasp, hands to your chest. “omg! is this, like, a rehearsal for someone else’s wedding?! wait—can i be the flower kid?? i love throwing things.”

eli just grunts. “you already said yes, darlin’.”

“i did? oh my god, that’s so real of me. i love participating!”

one of the wedding guests—miss patty from the feed store, who’s been suspiciously invested in your love life since you first tripped into town—leans over mid-ceremony and whispers, “you make such a pretty spouse, sugar. eli's been talkin’ about this day for months.”

you beam, cheeks warm. “aw, he’s such a good actor! this bit is so convincing.”

she stares at you for a long beat, lips parted like she’s buffering, then just sighs and pats your hand. “bless your heart.”

you’re not sure what that means, but it feels supportive, so you flash her a glittery thumbs-up and accidentally toss your bouquet into the arms of old man jenkins, who tears up and proposes to the nearest scarecrow.

another guest, some old guy named larry—who may or may not have wandered in from a fishing trip—leans over to your seat during the “ceremony” and whispers, “you know you’re gettin’ married, right?”

you blink. “ohmygosh! someone is?! who?!”

larry just stares. then points. at you.

you wave cheerily. “congrats to them!!”

eli wraps his arm tighter around your waist.

“….,” larry stares, and takes another sip from his thermos.

aunt marlene—who, as far as you know, is not your aunt but insists you call her that—dabs at her eyes with a floral handkerchief. “i told eli it’d happen fast once he found the one,” she sniffs, elbowing the guy next to her. “told ya, didn’t i? didn’t i say that sunshine baby was gonna domesticate that man like a barn cat?”

“yeah, but i didn’t think it’d happen on a thursday,” the guy mutters, holding a beer can with congratulations scrawled across it in sharpie. “also, did they even know this was their wedding?”

meanwhile, three farmhands who lived further down of town are placing bets on whether you’ll realize you’re married before the honeymoon ends. one’s already lost five bucks after you asked, “wait, why’s everyone taking pictures? is this, like, a photo op for the local tourism board?”

the mayor—who doubles as the postman and moonlights as the town santa—gives eli a proud slap on the back and mutters, “good catch. real sparkly. like marryin’ a magpie with a skincare routine.”

you curtsy at someone who cheers too loud, accidentally tripping over a goat in a bowtie (whose attendance no one seems to question), and turn to eli with wide eyes. “omg, this is the fanciest rehearsal i’ve ever seen! are those sparklers?!”

eli just pulls you closer, hiding a smirk in your hair. “sure is, darlin’. now kiss your groom.”

you do. because you’re very into commitment-based improv, apparently. eli pulls you in for a kiss that feels suspiciously long for a rehearsal, but hey—you’re in too deep to ask questions. probably some kind of local tradition. small towns are quirky. you just assumed this was one of those weird, hay-scented rituals everyone smiled through and never explained.

currently, you’re in eli’s truck, barefoot, frosting-sticky, and blissfully unaware that you just legally tied the knot in front of a man who can bench press a goat and apparently organize a wedding with the same deadpan efficiency he uses to fix a tractor.

you were licking the frosting off your fingers from the super realistic wedding-themed cupcakes (you even snagged two extras, because free food is your love language), while eli drives with one hand on the wheel and one resting heavy on your thigh.

“that was so fun,” you say, leaning your head back with a content sigh. “do they do fake weddings like that every year or just during cow fair season?”

eli makes a sound that’s somewhere between a chuckle and a growl. “just once,” he says, voice low. “one’s all i needed.”

“awww,” you beam, patting his big calloused hand like he’s being sentimental about something quaint. “you’re so cute when you talk in riddles.”

he doesn’t respond—eli just gives your thigh a little squeeze, eyes fixed on the road like he’s already planning your anniversary.

back at the farmhouse, he opens the passenger door for you like a gentleman, scoops you up bridal-style (you squeal and giggle like it’s a game), and carries you straight through the front door.

“eli!” you gasp dramatically, “you’re not supposed to carry me over the threshold unless we’re married!”

he just hums. “yep.”

you don’t question it.

you get home and kick off your sparkly flats at the door, humming a little tune as eli trails behind you with the lazy, content look of a man who just won the lottery and plans to never give the ticket back. you're still talking about the party.

“did you see how cute the tiny hay bale centerpieces were? oh! and the old lady who gave me a fake bouquet? i wanted to ask where she got it but then i got distracted by the free lemonade.”

eli’s setting down the cupcakes and muttering something like “weren’t nothin fake ‘bout that bouquet” under his breath.

you wander into the kitchen and immediately throw open cabinets like you live here—which, you do now—fishing for your favorite mug. you find it (“glitter is a neutral”) and start making hot cocoa, because nothing says “happy pretend wedding day” like a sugar high. you even hum as you stir, spoon clinking against the ceramic like background music.

eli watches you like he always does—quiet, unreadable, arms crossed and leaning against the doorway. his eyes track every move you make like he's committing it all to memory.

“you want some cocoa?” you ask over your shoulder, tossing mini marshmallows into the cup with chaotic precision.

he grunts. “nah.”

“you sure? you like marshmallows.”

“…fine.”

you make him a cup and hand it over with both hands like you're presenting a sacred gift. eli takes it, his massive hands dwarfing the mug, and you don’t notice the way he looks at you like you're made of glass and starlight.

you just bounce back over to the couch, throw a blanket over both of you, and snuggle into his side like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“this fake marriage thing’s kinda fun,” you murmur sleepily.

eli lets out a low chuckle. “y’think so?”

“yeah,” you yawn. “it’s nice.”

he leans down and presses a slow, rough kiss to your temple.

“good,” he says, smiling into your hair. “get used to it.”

you spend the rest of the day gushing about how sweet it was that eli invited you to help out with a wedding.

eli just nods along, wears the ring, and installs a new “mr. & mx.” sign above the door of the farmhouse like it’s always been there.

you never notice.

not when he starts calling you his “spouse”

not when people in town congratulate you and you respond with “for what? oh my god, did i win something??”

not even when you start sleeping in his bed every night and he’s kissing your forehead you’re just living your best life, accidentally married, completely oblivious.

eli? he’s the happiest man on earth. and god help the poor soul who ever tries to tell you the truth—because eli’s already buried one of those.

later that week, you find eli outside fixing the porch steps—shirt off, jaw set, hands calloused and strong as ever. you wander over with a juice box (because hydration is important) and plop down next to him, watching like it’s your favorite TV show.

“you’re like, really good at this,” you say helpfully, sipping loudly through the straw. “you ever thought of doing it professionally?”

eli doesn’t even look up. “fixin’ my own porch?”

“yeah, like… i dunno. husband things.”

he pauses. “that what you think this is?”

you nod. “definitely. hammering stuff. fixing things. putting up curtains. classic husband activities.”

eli huffs a soft laugh through his nose, tosses the hammer aside, and wipes his hands on a rag. “guess i’ll keep doin’ 'em then.”

and he does.

by the end of the week, there’s a new coat rack with your initials carved into it, your toothbrush is mysteriously replaced with a fancy electric one (“eli, are we rich now?”), and your favorite hoodie keeps showing up freshly washed and folded on your bed.

he mows the lawn before you can ask, changes the porch light when it flickers, and even rewires the bathroom fan after you complained it “sounded like a haunted kazoo.”

you clap like a proud toddler every time, completely convinced you’re just a very lucky guest on this charming little farmstay.

“i swear, if i ever get married for real,” you sigh one night, leaning back on the couch with your feet in his lap, “i want someone just like you. handy, grumpy, and weirdly good at foot rubs.”

eli’s hand stills for a second.

“you already did,” he mutters.

“huh?”

“nothin’. lemme know if i missed a toe.”

you don’t think twice about it. you just hum and sip your cocoa, completely oblivious to the fact that you are, in fact, a whole-ass spouse.

eli’s rough hands knead your tired feet with surprising tenderness, his gruff voice low beside you. the quiet warmth between you is comfortable, like the hum of the farmhouse settling in for the night. after a few minutes, he shifts, stands up, and grabs his toolbox without breaking the calm mood.

“i’ll get that squeaky hinge fixed,” he mutters, heading toward the kitchen. you stay on the couch, watching him move around the room with that same steady, no-nonsense energy—taking care of the little things like he always does, whether it’s your feet or the house.

eli’s quietly fixing a dent in the kitchen table and mumbling about adding extra shelves for your “crazy collection of glitter jars.” he grumbles something about “spoiling you rotten” but you catch the faintest hint of a smile anyway.

[bullet-prooflove]

Shawnstown: Frappuccino - Andrew 'Pope' Cody x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @akotafi @yousigned-upforthis @cowardlycandy @storiesaplenty

Summary: Pope makes a discovery about his business.

Companion piece to:

Chapter One: The Map That Leads To You - Freshly released from prison Pope decides to start his new life in honor of the woman he lost.

Chapter Two: The Crafty Fox - Three years after his release from prison Pope has made a home for himself in Shawnstown.

“We need to talk about the money you owe me.”

It’s the first thing Pope hears when he parks up outside the General Store, the toddler bed tucked safely underneath the tarp in the back of his truck. His head snaps towards the culprit, a dark haired tween wearing a vintage Powerpuff Girl t-shirt with eyes the color of bourbon. There’s a skateboard tucked underneath her arm and a brown leather satchel slung across her chest covered in patches from bands that are at least two decades older than her.

“Kid,” he says slamming the truck door closed behind him because it’s gotten a little stiff. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

His gaze strays to the General Store beyond her and he frowns. Ray always has the door propped open in the summer because the place gets a little stuffy but today its closed, the white blinds still pulled down over the glass panel. He checks his watch.

9.15am.

It should be open by now. He doesn’t like change, his routines are in place for a reason, to keep his mind from becoming too cluttered with the sins from his past.

“I’m the reason that your business is doing so well.” The kid says interrupting his thoughts and he tips his head towards her, his dark eyebrows furrowing into a frown that makes the crease appear between them.

 “What? You mean by helping out at the General Store selling my stuff?”

“Sometimes.” She concedes, bobbing her head from side to side so her chin length dark hair swishes. “But that’s not what I’m talking about.”

“Then what are you talking about?” He responds and she rolls her eyes as if she’s talking to an idiot. Her hand lashes out grabbing his and he finds himself being led away from his truck and onto the pavement.

“This should be a proper business meeting with drinks and Wi-Fi.” She informs him, pulling open the door to the coffeeshop and yanking him inside.

“But I’ve got things to do-”

“The stores not open yet.” She points out ushering him into a seat by the window and he has no option but to comply.

What the fuck is happening? He asks himself staring at a menu that resembles the same kind of bullshit he used to see in Oceanside. Frappuccinos Macciatios, what the hell does any of it mean?

The kid holds out her hand expectantly and he takes his wallet out of his back pocket, putting a twenty dollar bill into her palm. She waltzes towards the counter with confidence of someone who has been here a thousand times before while he’s left sitting with his dick in the wind.

Already he can tell he can tell drawing attention. There’s a mom’s group in the corner who look away when he glares at them and a couple of elderly ladies who smile at him over their coffee. He ducks his head to avoid them because he doesn’t deserve that kindness.

He busies himself instead with taking in the aesthetic of the place. The tall windows with black colonial grids that filter in the light from outside. The exposed brickwork contrasts with the plush green plants that are tastefully placed around the room, giving it an almost garden like feel. Edison bulbs hang over the dark wood counter illuminating the black chalkboard fixed to the all behind it with a warm glow. He’s never been inside this place before but he finds himself liking the vibe.

He’s disrupted by the kid coming back, she bounces into the seat across from him, scattering his change across the table between them. He sighs, reaching for it, organising the coins in a neat row by size order before he returns them to his wallet.  

“Do you have OCD?” She asks him observing the behaviour and his cheeks colour. “A kid in my class does but his thing is more about symmetry, he draws these really intricate mandala designs that I help him cut out so he can stick them onto his folders.”

The way she says it, it’s as if it’s completely normal. Just another fact about a person, like he wears glasses or has freckles. It wasn’t like that for Pope growing up with his condition, it isn’t like that for him now as an adult. He knows he does weird shit but for the first time in a long time it doesn’t feel like weird shit, not by this kid’s standards.

A drink is set down in front of him and he stares at it unsure of what the hell he’s supposed to do with it. It’s a lilac coloured monstrosity with a whipped cream mountain and delicate flakes of white chocolate grated on top.

“You good here Ani?” The barista says, lingering at the edge of the table, her gaze flickering between the two of them. “You need me to call your aunt or Charlie?”

“Nope.” She tells her, shaking her head as she pulls a butterfly inspired computer tablet out of the satchel before swiping on the screen. The device lights up in her hands as she tilts it towards the barista so she can see. “Drew is helping me with my project for business club.”

Drew… that’s his name out here, the one Dylan picked for his new identity. It was close enough to Andrew that it wouldn’t jar so much when it rolled off the tongue. He remembers her straddling his lap before it all went to hell, her teeth nipping at that sensitive little spot beneath the hinge of his jaw as she whispered it against his skin.

“Oh I didn’t realise that was you.” The barista says, switching her focus to him. Something’s shifted now, he isn’t sure what but her finger starts to twirl with a strand of hair that’s escaped her ponytail, her body angling towards him. “I have one of your bird boxes at home, the one you painted with blue cornflowers. You must be exceptional with those hands of yours.”

She reaches out to touch him but he pulls them both off the table, tucking them into his lap instead. She bites her lower lip, her eyelashes fluttering as Ani rolls her eyes and says loudly. “Take a hint Sarah, he’s not interested.”

Pink erupts across her cheeks before she turns on her heel, retreating back to the counter. Pope stares after her dumbfounded because the kid, she has to be wrong. He’s not the type of man that women fawn all over.

He clears his throat hoping to dispel some of the tension as Ani scowls shaking her head.

“This kind of thing happens to Charlie all the time.” She tells him, picking up straw and depositing it into his drink. “My Aunt Em says it’s because there aren’t enough single men in this town.”

It’s the second time the aunt has been mentioned, he’s starting to get the impression that maybe the parents aren’t around which is probably why the kid’s out here harassing him at nine in the morning. She prods the drink towards him and his jaw sets as he stares down at it.

“I can’t drink this.” He tells her, pushing it back towards her. “It’s probably got all sorts of chemical shit in it-”

Ani pushes it back.

“It’s all locally sourced, milk and cream from the local dairies, chocolate from Bonnie’s across the street. The lavender comes from Aubrey’s farm. You should try it, it might chill you out a little.”

Aubrey, his mind fixes on the name as he bends his head to capture the straw in his mouth. He didn’t know she had a lavender farm, he just thought she helped her dad out at the General Store and ran around dealing with his shit.

An explosion of taste erupts on his tongue, honey but more floral with a smidge of vanilla. He can’t remember the last time he tasted something so rich and sweet. He sips again his eyes flicking upwards to see Ani watching him with a grin on her impish features.

“Aren’t you a little young for business club?” He finds himself saying as he uses the straw to prod some of the cream into the drink. “Shouldn’t you be spending your summer skateboarding in the park or something?”

“That’s after business club, and I need to get a head start if I want Aunt Em to let me help with the distillery.” She informs him before swiping her finger on the tablet. “As part of the club we’re supposed to pick a local business to shadow. She wouldn’t let me use ours because I’m still a kid and apparently it’s illegal so I chose yours instead because there was room for a lot of improvement...”

He frowns as he stares down at the screen in front of him. It’s an Instagram account called Mountain Man Makes… The red and white logo is a simple faceless lumberjack with his curls and plaid shirt with an axe sticking out from the side.

He takes the tablet from her hand and scrolls through the posts. All of them are images of his products in the wild. Birds flitting in and out of bird boxes, a stable he made for a little girl last year, the My Little Ponies sitting around a handcrafted table having a tea party. He clicks on a video and it’s a blond haired kid waving around one of the fox toys he modelled after Franco, his mom telling the audience how much he loves playing with Mr Fox. His eyes sting as he takes it in, because after all the heinous shit he’s done in his life he’s finally bringing some joy back into the world.

“I think it’s only fair since I’ve been doing the photography, the videos and the marketing that I get a cut from the sales.” Ani tells him when the video ends. Pope swallows past the ache in his chest, the back of his hand chasing across his eyes.

“What are you suggesting?” He asks, his voice raw as he hands the tablet back to her.

“You pay me a fixed fee per month to manage your social media with backpay for the last month. I’m thinking…” She writes down a figure on a receipt for the drinks and slides it across the table to him. He picks it up scrutinizing the amount.

It isn’t much compared to the work she’s been doing and honestly he doesn’t need the money. He still has half a mil stashed underneath the floorboards back in the cabin. The proceeds from the business usually end up being deposited into the foodbank tin at the General Store. He doesn’t give shit about the cash, he just wants to keep creating things that make other people happy.

“I’ll need to talk to your Aunt.” He tells Ani as he folds up the receipt and tucks it into the pocket of his jacket. “Make sure it’s ok with her.”

Ani pulls a face and Pope gives her a sardonic look.  

“I’m serious.” He says firmly, his elbows coming to rest on the table as he leans forward. “I can’t just hand over money to a kid, people think I’m weird enough as it is and I need to make sure that you’re not spending it on something that you shouldn’t be.”

His thoughts flit back to Julia, to the shit she was doing at twelve years old. He can’t be responsible for something like that. He won’t be responsible for that.

“Fine.” Ani mutters, slumping back in her seat and crossing her arms over her chest. “But she’s gonna give us both a lecture.”

“It’s good that you have someone who cares about you like that.” He tells her honestly, finishing off his own Frappuccino. “My sister and I, we didn’t have that, it kinda messed us both up.”

“You don’t seem too bad.” Ani remarks picking up her drink and tipping it so she can suck up the final dregs. The noise cuts the air as she hoovers up the whipped cream at the bottom. “You could have turned out worse.”

Oh kid, he thinks, his gaze straying to the window, watching the people pass by on street. You have no idea just how much worse I am.

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[lorrainailurophile]

I'm done,

First off, I don't wanna seem dramatic, I just wanna express myself, my opinion and what I watched through in my Tumblr. I'm leaving, maybe for long, maybe for short, but I'm leaving. I know I just returned from a break, but I really can't do this at this point. this community saddens me, it makes me feel embarrassed, sad, and disappointed. not in a way of which anyone did anything, it's just....me, in a way.

I'm tired, I remember back in 2024, I had mutuals who would interact with me, be with me and socialize a lot. that motivated me to also socialise, i talked to everyone in the community, I was forward, I genuinely loved being here. everyday, despite the harsh treatment I would get from my classmates, I would go on Tumblr and have fun with everyone. it's like it was THE place for me to escape the bullying and have my fun here, obviously, I knew it would end one day, but I told myself to just continue interact with people, and they'll warm up to me.

I know at first, I might have seemed like a copycat, because I'm gonna be honest...I know. I know my design is similar to other creators, I know my animations are very inspired, I know my choice of aesthetic could also be inspired, I admit it, yet....it seemed to make others drift away from me, even worse(?) not even interact with me at all. I remember seeing mutuals reblogging other people's art, and when I click to see the original post, I am blocked. maybe it's something wrong with my Tumblr, but I don't know. I don't find it amusing to see other mutuals being able to interact with everyone while I'm just there only having them as support rather then being with everyone aswell.

now you might not understand it from your point of view. I love my mutuals! with my whole heart, I consider them my friends, ones who I know for a very long time, some I know for a short. they all stayed with me. but I'll say it now, People just don't befriend me, and it's completely fine! it's alright if you don't wanna moot me, or interact, that's completely normal and I don't forbid you from doing that, no!!

the main reason I'm leaving is due to no support. Lately I've realized that I've only been recieving, which is good, but it's sometimes unmotivating, I used to get reblogs and people and mutials would hype me up, complimenting me, And I would do the same. but currently, it's not only that people don't hype me up, but also....I see my mutuals hyping others up. It's like, They post something, mutuals reblog, cheer them up, hype them up, talk to them... while I don't really get support anymore. I love interactions, I don't know what people think of me, I never meant to come off as "intimidating" or like a "clown" for having a similar OC. I just wanted to have a place to show my OC, my art, qnd basically just be me with other people. And I had it once! I was popular, to be honest, waking up everyday on summer break to a lot of activity on my tumblr made me feel happy, especially since at the time, I was in a sad state.

Eventually I got hate, I wasn't suprised, but the hate turned extremely and EXTREMELY bad. a group of people teamed up in order to dox me, found faceless pictures of me and posted it for fun, drew underaged rape of my OC, drew my OC being in EXTREMELY uncomfortable conditions. they would go to my inbox and say horrible things, paragraphs and stuff, even to this day I still get scared a bit when I get an anonymous ask. I closed my inbox and they still managed to say horrible things about me on their blog, which made me extremely uncomfortable. yet, my friends and mutuals cheered me up, defended me and talked to the one who started the hate THEMSELVES and argued with them. I remember feeling so grateful, and I still am to this day! I love every single person who helped me become who I am, Who defended me, and who still stayed with me. but eventually, the drama scared away people to leave the community, leaving me alone with a few little mutuals. a little for me, BUT I was still happy to have my current mutuals, I love and care for every single one. I love all of you!

but I'm unmotivated, people don't talk to me anymore, they don't support me and hype me up. which makes me feel like I'm showing stuff to a wall.

I wish I could express myself better. I just wanna say that I wanted to have a chance with everyone, befriend the new people, and everyone...but I've been seeing my mutuals only get support and love and new moots which is amazing, I feel great for them but, It kind of makes me feel alone? Seeing everyone being together while I'm just... existing on Tumblr, makes me feel disappointed, Everyday I waake up and just hope people would be interested in me yet nothing. I see people's posts filled with people talking about the character's lore, talking happily and reblogging and being together...I look at my posts and they are kinda just dry.

I've been trying to cheer myself up, telling myself I'll get there, I'll have be with everyone, but ut just doesn't seem the same anymore. overall, I feel alone, forgotten, and dry. I wish I could've understood what is so special about others and wrong with me, I think it's ny OCs design. and that's completely fine, do whatever you want! be free! it just feels disappointing for me, working so hard and then finaly being able to show it to others to get little to no respinse...upsetting.

to this day, Don't think the hate warmed down, I still get disturbing asks, but I ignore them, it's not like I get them everyday...but with both the weird asks and little to no support, I've been feeling unmotivated, ashamed even. I'm not brave enough to post here at all anymore. When I do respond sometimes to the hate once in a blue moon I don't get defended, yet when others get hate everyone starts comforting them....maybe people are just tired of me? of me whining? I don't know...either way, this place is not a space for me anymore.

So, i wanna thank everyone for staying with me, for being with me, i love all of you. Your fanarts... words... everything made me feel so lovable. I apologise if I did anything to upset the community, I had no intentions of making myslef appear as a bad person. I would've loved to talk to everyone, yet I'm only damaging myself by staying in a place where I just get sad everyday.

I still love Ranfren with my whole heart, Muri Cat will never be discontinued.

I will still be active on TikTok, so my mutuals can still interact...I always respond to DMs but sometimes I'm burnt out from talking(⁠･ั⁠ω⁠･ั⁠) I still answer though!

(I'll probably make a new account to talk to my non fandom moots so if you see me shhh...)

goodbye everyone, I might return, i might not, either way. I hope you will find me!❤️

And I'm sorry:(