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Convict Token - Thomas Brownhill, convict, transported 1831-1832

Convict Love Token (35.5mm, 23.25 g). Man standing right on shore, doffing hat, holding irons attached to his legs; to right, ship under sail right; below, T Brownhill/ aged 20 april 1, 1831/ for get me not / ~/ When this/ you see reme/mber me tho/ banished from/ my count/ry ~, all engraved on a smoothed Cartwheel-type penny. Michele Field & Timothy Millett, Convict Love Tokens (Kent Town, South Australia, 1998), p. 110 (for another token of Brownhill). Good VF. Recently discovered in a house clearance in the UK.

Thomas Brownhill was tried and convicted at the Warwick Assizes on 26 March 1831 for housebreaking, and sentenced to transportation. He sailed from Portsmouth on the Isabella on 27 November 1831, bound for Sydney. The voyage was marked by a mutiny of the ships crew, with fourteen being executed upon their arrival in Australia. But the convicts, Brownhill included, remained well-behaved, and are even reported to have helped the captain. Following their arrival in Australia, Brownhill was assigned to one W.T. Morris of Batemans Bay, where he died on 13 December 1840.  Brownhill is surprisingly known from another token in the Peter Lane Collection, bearing the initials and ages of his family members. Other records describe him as as literate, a Birmingham-born Protestant, and a ‘fancy plater’ by trade, with a tattoo on his lower right arm of a man and a woman and his initials.

[thebearer]

rosé flowing with your chosen family | carmen berzatto x reader|

anyways here's a blurb inspired by my lil friendsgiving i hosted and how i think it would be with carmen bc im delusional in my head lolz

"Carm, look at this for me." You frown, turning the bronzed pumpkin at the center of the table.

"Yeah, one sec," Carmen muttered, turning with the pot in his hand, stirring the whipped potatoes vigorously. "What am I looking at?"

"The table." You tilt your head to the side. "Should I just move the pumpkin? It's too much with the candles, right?" You huff, the tapered candles flickering in their brass holders.

"No, baby, looks nice. Leave it. We can move it if it gets too crowded." Carmen hummed, a tiny curl of his lips had your heart swooning. "Need to go get ready. It's six-thirty."

"I just have to put my clothes on." You wave him off, fixing a napkin so it was centered on the plate, each place card in it's assigned place. "Are you sure you don't need help?"

Carmen shot you a look, rolling his eyes playfully. "No, I got it, alright? Go get ready." He shook his head gently, pushing the asparagus around in the pan.

You scurried behind him, pinching his jean clad ass gently, grinning at how he jumped before pressing a kiss to Carmen's cheek that left him blushing.

Your first Friendsgiving hosted at your place. An apartment a little bigger than Carmen's old one, but still cozy and all your own- the two of you. What better way to spend your first holidays together than to invite your friends over?

You were fussing over the glazed carrots on the counter when Sydney arrived, always early. "Hey," She crept in awkwardly into the kitchen, her head poking around the corner. "I, uh, I brought a dessert."

"Wow, that looks amazing." You grin, taking the dish from her, hugging her briefly in greeting. "What is this?"

"It's-"

"-It's a champagne cake with whipped butter cream frosting and a light raspberry spread." Marcus finished, stepping in behind Sydney, balancing a bottle of wine and his coat. "Don't let her take all the credit. I made it."

"Ok, well, I told you to add the raspberry-"

"-Well, I was the one who made it and added it-"

"-Alright." Carmen huffed, his voice edging on the tone he used at work. "Glad you both are here, alright?. The cake looks amazing."

Marcus whistled dramatically, peering over at the food laid out on the counter tops. "Looks good in here, Chef." He grinned.

"Thanks." Carmen muttered, brushing the rolls with butter, checking the oven again.

"Do you guys want anything to drink?" You ask, pulling the fridge open. "I have rosé or wine or anything?"

"I'll take a glass of rosé." Sydney nodded, shedding off her coat and hanging it over the back of the couch.

"Yeah, better get some now." Carmen snorted lightly. "Before Alicia comes."

"I have her a backup bottle." You smirk, pulling out the bottle proudly. "Alicia and I were watching the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills reunion, right? And she-" The door closed and you turned, your best friend walking in with a huge grin.

"-And she literally brought her own bottle of rosé." You laughed, shaking your head at her.

"I did." Alicia beamed, hugging you tightly. "Carmen, I promise I will not throw up or sob on your couch this time. I'm very stable now." She grinned at Carmen's huff of laughter.

The kitchen was packed, crammed at the table, laughing and swapping stories over the food. Carmen looked at you, the glow of the candles you insisted having to make it feel more homey- they did. How you were grinning, laughing at Fak and Richie bickering, giggling to your own friends and reminiscing.

For once, the holidays didn't feel like a chore. Carmen had been dreading this dinner, not the cooking or the setting up, but having people in his space. He didn't dare say anything, you were too excited and he'd never ruin your glee like that. Still, for him, the holidays were chaotic, everybody tense and scared.

Not here.

Not next to you, surrounded by all your friends.

Carmen finally got why people loved the holidays so much, why it was the most wonderful time of the year and all that. In his tiny apartment, sitting next to the love of his life, your hand holding his gently under the table, thumb swiping over his knuckles, squeezing it lightly when you'd look at him, eyes crinkling in a smile.

[unbearableblog]

My Christmas gift for you. (Chapter 2)

Messages (Carmen Berzatto x reader)

Summary Carmy’s actions towards the reader might eventually lead to consequences.

Word count ~2,8k

Warnings 18+, No use of Y/N (there is rarely a name but it’s just for aesthetics, you are welcome to insert your own name), action set in S2 so possible spoilers, cursing, angst, relationship problems, possible mentions of smut

A/N God this took a lot from me! Legit flew to Copenhagen haha. I am very grateful to each and every one of you who read, liked, commented or reposted and supported this! I would never think that this would happen. I hope you’re not going to crucify me over the plot. Thank you so much for waiting!

Merry Christmas everyone!

Chapter 1 (the one with departure, Denmark, and desserts)

Things were a little different at the Beef lately.

“Richie, shut the fuck up!”

“You first, child!”

Well, maybe not so different. But they certainly were different with you. Amongst the neverending screaming, cursing, and fighting, you somehow survived getting shot at, losing the power, dealing with the IRS, and everything else that constantly went wrong with this cursed place. The amount of experience you had in this short amount of time has topped anything you've done before. You couldn't catch your breath. But that's what you do for the ones you love, right?

It's been some time since you started helping Carmen with the Beef - serving the customers on a particularly busy day, calming down Carmen, sometimes giving Richie a pep talk when he needed to keep his shit together. But mostly you just chatted with Sydney and sat in the kitchen, doing your college assignments while watching Carmen work. You could never get tired of it - he looked so professional and smart. It was his element. Well, when everything was going well.

The entire time, you were there, talking to Carmen as he prepped for the day, giving him a smile and getting one back, just watching him go on about his day and move so swiftly like a well-oiled machine. Seeing him in an apron drove you wild. You'd have to stop yourself from going up to him and touching his god-given curls or rubbing his back through his white T-shirt (but more often you failed to do so). Most of the days you patiently waited to go home and show him everything that was on your mind all day.

One time he caught you staring, mind far away from the Beef. His voice brought you back.

“Are you thinking about my fingers again?” He said while putting his arms at his hips, almost offended.

You bit your lip and looked at him with a guilty smile.

His hand went up to brush through his curls.

“You’re not gonna get any work done if you keep thinking about that. And with the way you look at me, can say the same thing about myself.”

You whine and playfully pout, not wanting to keep studying.

“Come on, princess,” he comes closer to you and whispers in your ear so that his whole voice goes through your body and his lips brush your ear “And when we get home you can tell me all about it while you sit on me”

Sometimes he would explain what he was doing or why things weren't going the way they were supposed to, sometimes you would share something you found fascinating in your assignment. He would always listen, even if he didn't fully understand, but you knew he was trying to. It made you feel so special - you got the whole attention of this hot 3 Michelin star chef, covered in tattoos and buff, but he looked at you with such care and softness. His muscular arms touched and wrapped around you with strong tenderness and appreciation. Sometimes you saw the same attention to the details in the food he was making - he really cared.

Everything changed after the Beef closed down.

Carmen was a little taken aback when you told him you were going to Copenhagen with Marcus. You were at the restaurant, like any other day, figuring out a thousand things that were wrong before the opening, when you heard Denmark being mentioned amongst the guys.

“Someone's going to Denmark?” you asked, turning around on your chair.

“Marcus is,” Carmen brushed off, and continued having his conversation with him.

“Wait, to Copenhagen? Why?” you felt ignored.

“Uhh, to learn everything about desserts,” Marcus answered. Carmen didn't even look in your direction.

“When? Why didn't you tell me?” you sounded excited because you were, but your heart felt like it was placed into an iron cage. Carmen knew how much that city meant to you, and to not even mention that your friend was going there felt neglectful. But maybe you were overreacting - he was probably busy, he doesn't have to tell you everything, and it surely wasn't for long anyway.

Berzatto shrugged his shoulders. “Why? It's just for some time.”

“I was actually thinking about going there too. I haven't seen my sister in a while. Maybe we could fly together? I know everything there,” you were ready to help Marcus as a bonus. You really appreciated him as a friend, and returning the favor for all those delicious pastries he made at your request would be terrific. You could also use a fucking break from Chiberia.

“For real? That would be awesome!” Marcus exclaimed with his arms, his smile releasing your heart from its prison.

“Uhh… yeah-yeah, sure, I guess,” Carmen squinted his eyes and rubbed his forehead. “I- uhhh, have to go out for a minute. Umm,” he swallowed “-meet that rep for me, yeah?”

The moment you went outside felt like you could breathe again. The weight of The Beef, Carmen, stress, problems problems problems dropped off, was left behind, and never got on the plane. Your chest wasn't encircled by snakes that only pushed until you suffocated. Your mind was clear.

An entire work shift of flying has gone by the time you started seeing the bronze-roofed houses sprinkled like decorations on a Red Velvet cake. You made Marcus promise you not to judge the country by its airport, as it usually was surprisingly dirty. Nevertheless, there were hints of what life there was like - a burst of energy, culture, and flavour. You walked what seemed like forever through the endless white halls with blue sections, wondering how many times Carmen had been here and whether you ever crossed paths. You kind of wished he was there.

Your excitement rubbed off on your friend - Marcus was beaming with happiness, anticipating your time there. He knew it was going to be life-changing.

You helped Marcus settle in his awesome boat, and after reading the owner's note to "keep the water in Coco's bowl", searched for the cat for like 20 minutes. Unfortunately, your efforts were fruitless.

“I don’t know, he’s just so… distant. He always leaves somewhere, does god knows what when he knows we don’t have much time! Sometimes it feels like I care about the restaurant more than him. Which is so weird because he was so into it before! He planned the whole thing! And I am so fucking stressed from it all! I never even wanted to work in a restaurant but I was there for him!” you expressed your pain very loudly.

Marcus only let you go back alone because you assured him of your safety (you gave him a speech about how it wasn't like Chicago) and experience. Still, he made you text him when you got to your sister's.

The two of you were always trying to make your relationship work, but the distance didn't make it easy. That did not mean that you were going to give up - you were used to making a lot of effort for the people you love.

She was ecstatic and grateful to see her little sister. The rest of the evening was spent eating, sharing your lives, and talking about your mysterious boyfriend.

“Have you thought of… breaking up with him?”

You exhale and almost completely give up mentally.

“I don’t know… it feels like we don’t have much of a relationship at all anymore. We don’t go out, all the time is spent on the opening. I swear sometimes I’m there just for our friends and his sister, I can’t just leave them without help while he’s wandering somewhere”.

You couldn’t sleep because being in bed without Carmy by your side felt plain wrong. You were also jetlagged which meant that the peaceful world of Morpheus was avoiding you like a plague. The same thing happened to Marcus, so you both were just texting about what you were doing.

“idk, i gave up and went to get some tea” you typed, a warm mug in your hand as you cozied up on the couch with a blanket.

“yeah, same shit here. bout time to get ready anyway”

Your whole house was asleep, and probably would be so for a while. It was too dark to go out for your liking. Boredom kind of crept in.

“what is it exactly u're gonna do there?”

“uhhh i wish i knew. make some things from the pics i showed u i guess”

“can i watch?” Was it too much of a request? Who even knows if you'll be allowed there?

“yeah i think so. i'd love to not have to do this alone”

You smile, finish your tea, and get up to find some clothes.

You finally reached the place and were met by a tall man in an apron. He introduced himself as Luca, and you heard a very sultry voice softened by an accent. You wondered where he was from.

“I'm Chef Marcus. That's Liv. Is it cool if she just hangs around and watches me?”

“Hi,” you smile at him.

“Hello. You could also join in. What kind of a chef are you?”

“Oh I'm not, I'm -”

“Well, with the amount of time Liv spends in our kitchen listening to every word of the CDC, I'd say she might as well be a chef by now,” Marcus only half-jokes. You give him a look anyway.

Luca prepared everything and soon he and Marcus were working. You were sitting on the other side of the table, able to see everything. Only now you were starting to notice how strong he was, you have to be, you thought, if you stay on your feet all day. His arms were also covered in tattoos that didn't seem to make sense, like Carmy's.

“So who are you?” Luca's question doesn't sound rude, just curious.

“I'm his boss' girlfriend,” you nod as you speak.

“Wow,” he seems to be thinking something, but maybe it's just him being focused on putting the peanuts on dessert, “What are you doing here?”

“Uhh, visiting my sister? It was time and I thought Marcus here could use someone to show him around. As for here, I was really jetlagged and bored.”

Luca was amazing. The way he coached Marcus even when he made mistakes was consistently calm, stern, and leading. Not once did any of you feel berated or hear his voice go louder, all you knew was to just try again. His entire presence excreted stability and equilibrium.

Suddenly a firework of spice embraced you in its scent, making your head go round from the all-encompassing desire to taste it.

After an extensive lesson, it was Marcus' turn to try. All of you leaned closer to the dessert in hopes of seeing more. You held your breath as you watched Marcus carefully place a tiny piece in the clockwise direction of the dessert when in the blurred background of your vision you felt something change. Instinctively, you looked up from the dish, and your eyes met the gaze of your friend's teacher. There he was, almost lying on the table, looking at you. As if he wasn't busy right now. As if the dessert didn't matter. Hypnotized.

“Got it!” Marcus smiled and stood straight up.

“Great job, chef,” Luca switched back to Marcus.

“They are her favourite. And she's very specific about'em too,” Marcus threw you under the bus.

“Oh my god, are those cinnamon buns?” you had to put your hands on the counter to keep yourself up.

“Yeah,” Luca stood straight. “You like them?”

“They smell amazing!” you could swear you saw a quick prideful smile brush Luca's lips.

Luca seems interested. “In what way?”

“I'm not, okay? I just believe that cinnamon buns should have a lot of sugar and cinnamon, or else they're just buns. There was this place near the park, and the pastry they sold was like 90% dough. I didn't like that at all” you defend yourself, and Marcus scoffs, having heard you rant about it many times at The Beef.

“Abomination,” Luca shakes his head.

“Exactly! I love it when there is so much sugar that it's oozing out, that's how it'd supposed to be.”

Your lighthearted banter somehow led to Luca opening up and talking about his life and experience. He also shared a couple of stories about determination, his acceptance of not being the best, and some of his failures. Soon all of you were joking around and laughing at your pasts. You felt your heart warm up to him and thought that leaving the house was a good idea.

Marcus stepped outside to check on his mom. He called her sitter as often as he could, and every time you hoped that everything would be alright. Luca was silently doing his work, kneading some dough. It was a demanding process, but so meditative, and you couldn't help but float away watching his big hands grab and squeeze the smooth dough, throwing it back onto the table occasionally, his long fingers dug into it, leaving an impression.

“So where is he now?” you ask.

“Who?”

“The chef who was better than you. Where is he now?” you wondered if Carmen knew him or told you about him.

“Well, you tell me. Apparently, opening up a new restaurant,” the chef said, as he threw a careless nod in your direction.

Huh?

Your heart drops.

What?

You let out a nervous scoff.

“You're saying it was… Carmen??” Your question was met with a simple nod as he kept working.

“Carmen Berzatto, the chef that was better than you at everything?” you almost spell out. Luca just takes his eyes off the dough and watches your reaction. He is also confused.

“God, he really is the best?” the question sounds more like an exhale. “People keep saying it, but I guess I didn't realize” you sit down, defeated, and stare off. Your mind keeps pacing - what happened to Carmen? How did he go from being the best to being a yelling mess of chaos? Why is someone who looked up to him so calm and collected but still successful? Why can't he be like that?

“You sound surprised. What, he doesn't feel like it?” He asks while kneading the dough, this time slower and a little softer.

You look at him, then shake your head away and look down. You want to tell him everything about the way Carmen treats you, and how different that is from what your beginning used to be, how he doesn't appreciate you even though you spent so much time in and on The Beef, and how unfair that is, and have his deep voice tell you the answer, but you can't. That would be weird.

Luca notices your hesitation.

“You know, when we worked together, he would often be… difficult,” there is a pause after he says it because he is reading your face, trying to understand if he's walking on thin ice. He isn't, so he continues. “Partly why I didn't become better than him was because he wouldn't let me.”

“Yeah, he shared something like that.”

His brows went a little higher, and his grip on the dough hardened and stayed there.

“My point is, being with a person like that can't be easy. Man, we only worked together and I already wanted to smother him, can't imagine being in a bloody relationship,” his smile makes you laugh and for a second you forget every bad thing in the world.

Of course.

Later that day you wanted to call Carmen.

“Carm, you free?”

You wished to tell him everything - how much you loved the city, how nice his friend was, the fun you were having, and how good this was for you. Kinda wanted to beat his ass for being so mean to Luca too.

“not rn, Liv, busy”

"You deserve all the best in the world - Luca"

“Olivia! Come here!” your sister screamed to get your attention. You noticed she was standing at the door, talking to somebody, so you got up and approached her.

“What's up?” you asked. She closed the door and turned to you, holding something in her hands.

“It's a gift from your boyfriend,” she said in a teasing tone, and you could swear that the last time you saw her that giddy was in high school.

“What? How do you know?” A drop of hope celebrated its birth in your chest.

“The delivery guy said it's from a chef,” the last word she playfully stretched out, so it came out a little funny, like Tina says it.

You couldn't believe it. There it was, a white box carefully tied with a red ribbon. Finally Carmen realised how distracted he was and decided to apologize. Obviously, you were gone, so he missed you. Your heart filled with warmth and you smiled to yourself - you knew things would get better.

You take the hefty precious gift from your sister's hands, sit on the couch, and open it with anticipation. Inside, 9 breathtaking gourmet cinnamon rolls with caramelized sugar barely fitting, leaking out of the mouthwatering, well-kneaded dough. And a note.

I hope you enjoyed it! Part 2 might come quicker if you comment how you liked it

Snippet from the next chapters

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assigning jfashion styles to camp here and there characters <3 part 1

I have no explanation for this besides pure self indulgent autism . let me know what other chnt characters you want to see if i do a part 2 👀

STARTING OFF STRONG WITH SYDNEY MORI KEI ‼️ two huge elements of mori kei fashion is shapeless layers and forest imagery, which immediately reminded me of sydney. most mori kei is also a very androgynous style

Society might not be ready for this one but hear me out: jedidiah yamikawaii . specifically the doctor / medical theme and monochrome colour scheme connected the two in my mind

i think @vamp-rin put me on this BUT GYARU MARISOL !!! she would look absolutely gorgeous

yvonne made me Think because she already has a canon alt style ….. and i do think she dabbles in multiple fashion styles ……… but after pondering i think she might be a decora gal

this is another one I was a little bit torn on because I think adam personality wise matches visual kei very well but I also can’t help but imagine him in very fancy ouji outfits

THATS ALL I HAVE IN MY NOGGIN FOR NOW …… but let me know what the people think !!! i def have more ideas and styles for more characters <3

art creds: either me or blue-wolfe

pic creds: acdc, chelslaysss (ig), ozo_ni (ig), ouji-armoire (tumblr)

[yannaryartside]

Sydney Adamu; Donna's antithesis

THE BIG PARALLEL: THE QUEEN OF THE KITCHEN

Donna's introduction to the audience is in her kitchen, where she is the leader, the center of the action; all orders come from her, and the dynamic in the family is created primarily by her. She has assigned (indirectly or so) the roles of all the family members that keep the family working in the way it does. She is the queen, the leader—a role she was given by nature.

And what is Sydney's job in the kitchen? The CDC, even when she was a sous, she was already taking the responsibilities of the CDC. She is their queen, their leader in their kitchen—a role she was given by choice.

The writers had given Sydney every opportunity to be Donna so they could show us how much of Donna she is not. Here are my favorite examples of it. 

Donna brings guilt, and Sydney brings grace.

Donna created her daughter's nickname after a mistake she made as a kid (probably when Nat was nervous and afraid to fail her), messing up a recipe.

Sydney gave grace to Tina when she messed up the recipe for the mashed potatoes. Sydney could have used that opportunity to get back at Tina for making her look bad in front of Carmy and all the other stuff. Sydney decided to be the bigger person; God, Sydney was not trying to make Tina own or like her. She just decided that is not what she is. She acknowledged that Tina was trying something new and wanted to be available in case Tina needed help. Sydney gave Tina clear expectations, recognized the task's difficulty, and offered help. Later, she was graceful when a mistake was made, and gave positive reinforcement when the job was well done. We learned then that Tinas was terribly afraid of being displaced or not good enough. Sydney is giving Tina all the things Donna should have given Nat.

Another exmaple of this is when Richie and Sydney are shopping for caulk. She just buys the right one; she doesn't rub it in his face or call him stupid or careless. In all their conversation, Sydney tried to understand more, not put more fire into the pile. Richie recognizes that, and I think this is when he starts to respect her, even a little.  

Donna brings chaos, Sydney brings order. 

Both women have the role of being the center (heart) of the kitchen. Only Donna can touch the food in her kitchen, while Sydney delegates the kitchen tasks to the restaurant employees.  

Donna gives the absence of self, and Sydney brings purpose. 

To please their mother, try to win her love, or just survive the household dynamics, the Berzatto siblings had to adopt behaviors/personalities that were not natural to them. Mickey was at least 18 when his father left; he took the provider position by helping her mom run the restaurant. He also took care of his siblings. He was his ultimate ally in helping the family feel like a family, particularly by always being capable of "dialing a room" to make everyone feel entertained, appreciated, have fun, and be a family. For all these reasons, he was Donna's favorite, and the other two siblings were neglected because of it. Neither Nat of Carmy felt really like she was there for them; she probably didn't encourage Carmy to draw or Nat in anything. Nat and Carmy grew up believing their talents/nature were useless because they didn't please their mom. Neither of them recognizes the things they are good at outside the kitchen: Nat diminishes her husband's compliments on her hard work, and Carmy ignores compliments on his drawings. 

Sydney, on the other hand, can encourage Marcus to follow his passion for baking. She supports Tina in her culinary journey to the point of her becoming the third person in charge. She asked Nat to be the project manager because, in the few interactions she had with her, she perceived (or it was intuition) Nat's attention to detail, caring nature, and responsibility. In the climax of the second season, she trusts Richie to do the calling of the orders when she has no reason to believe he can, and he solidifies his purpose. Sydney "nurtured" everybody's natural talents and trusted them to walk independently. That is what a good parent or leader does. It is such a brilliant subtext. Important to note she doesn't do that with Carmy, because Carmy is her equal, her partner-to-be.

Other ones:

There is also to mention the fact that Sydney was a professional driver, and Donna tried to crash a car in her own house. Talking about metaphors. 

Also, Sydney doesn't indulge in any of the toxic behaviors that the Berzattos learned from Donna, neither Carmy nor Richie's bullshit nor the rest of the staff. Little by little, she fought fire with water, and she won, maybe because she is more like a river than a drop. She had a purpose on her own, an identity, a past that she kept to herself, and a desire to move forward. People started to respect her the more they relied on her and the more she didn't give in to the toxic traits that were ruling them before. They saw the good and followed it.

Sydney may not rely on toxic dynamics to lead her kitchen, but she will not let others take advantage of her. She did not pick on Carmy's slack last season for him but despite him. She doesn't believe that is what she is supposed to do, not only as her employee but friend and possible romantic interest. She calls the bad behaviors/tendencies by it's name. And communicates she won't have it, while also saying she belives in him.

I think most of the audience (besides the ones in this fandom) really doesn't understand how extraordinary Sydney is. If she wasn't as well-written as she is, with defects and fears, people would think that she is the "saint woman/magic woman" archetype, making everything previously broken work in her presence. I also think it is because she is a woman, and women are expected to bring magic and be fixers and helpers. There is also the fact that she is a black woman, and everything that comes with that, but I cannot comment on that, so I am not going to. Just saying she is one of the most amazing role models I have seen, decorated with the price of also being one of the most complex female characters on screen. She is not perfect as a person and has not reached her whole potential, and she wants it. I respect and admire her so much. Even when Carmy seems to have a longer path of healing ahead, I want Sydney to win the most, not just heal. I want to know more about her, her intimate desires, and why is her heart broken. Long gone are the days when women lived on screen to make everybody around them better and happier. All the things she is extraordinary for, the ones I talked about, are not just reasons why Carmy had admired her or fallen for her. She is, for me, a champion preparing for live-defining battles. We know who she is, and we get to discover what else she could be, to grow in her self-confidence, her purpose, and what brings pleasure to her soul. She is considered now the show's co-protagonist.

And I hope in s3 we are in for a journey. She made all the difference. Thank you for reading.

[yaekiss]

cupid jordan

cupid jordan in all white. pretty white lace veil that protects that hair that flows down their back to the ground (if they ever stood on it), white robes or a matching top/bottom that flow together seamlessly, modest and graceful. i think they'd have large white wings, reminiscent of a typical angel. simple silver accessories, if at all, maybe those sleeves where it attaches to a ring on the middle finger.

cupid jordan who silently reads over your shoulder, hands sliding down from your shoulder to your chest when they whisper into your ear that it's best if you go to rest now, my mortal one, words honeyed with care they don't show their other assigned humans. cupid jordan who is but a tender one in their love, sweeter than most: kisses to your forehead and temple (REFERENCE!), gaze always so full of love and warmth that it's both hard to look away and hard to look at.

cupid jordan who will lay with you when the days are long and hum you hymns until you peacefully rest, who will shield you with his wings from rain when you forget your umbrella, who will press a kiss to each knuckle and fingertip on the days you can't look in the mirror as he lists every thing he finds beautiful about you (and it's everything about you). cupid jordan who will press a kiss and utter a... seemingly sincere apology even as his arrow pierces through and a warmth fills your heart like nothing before, all consuming. now you love him just as much; surely you understand why he had to take you.

cupid sydney

cupid sydney who is a bit more worldly than his fellow brother-in-arms: clothes that hug their figure more, shorter hem lines, and small fluffy white wings that fit a painting’s depiction of a cupid. they have a casual grasp on the world, listening to this boring couple and that out of proportion fight that leads to a makeout and fuck, but hey, they get the job done. they dress to impress, to fit in, to be the best cupid he can be when he wants to be.

cupid sydney who's just a cupid, really, so who can really say anything against them when you catch their eye. cupids aren't held as high to a standard as guardian angels nor the warriors above them, so cupid sydney doesn't worry when he feels a growing liking for a human so... seemingly uninterested in their matches. well, not that cupid sydney made much of an effort to give you your lover. the moment cupid sydney laid their divine eyes on you was the moment they knew you'd have to be theirs; they can't leave you with these blundering mortals and risk your heart broken!

cupid sydney who has no qualms showing themselves in the human world in your benefit and to get your attention. they'll do whatever it takes, after all. they have eternity for your soul.

cupid sydney who may be your new neighbor after getting rid of the old one and brings you flowers and cookies because it's the polite thing to do as a new neighbor. cupid sydney who may be the new librarian with thick-rimmed glasses and strawberry blond hair down so they fit in better with your fantasies with every little stutter and purposely worded sentence that may hint for them wanting to come to the back with them. cupid sydney who may be the new cafe worker at your favorite playe after hypnotizing the manager so they can learn the skills quicker and shuts down the other businesses just to flirt with you on every cup and have a reason to chat you up every day. cupid sydney who just wants to be in your life, who will force their way in no matter the cost to their own divinity, just as long as they can have you.

cupid kaveh

you can't deny that cupid kaveh really did try when it came to you. he had always been a bit of an overachiever with his goals, and he didn't want you to be his only exception...

but you are!!!

the fact hangs over cupid kaveh's head in a way heavier than any halo or crown imaginable— and cupid alhaitham's teasing doesn't help cupid kaveh one bit.

but he really did try! he's no perfect angel, but he does what he's assigned to do. he dresses practically yet beautifully, would be a model had he not have to constantly account for his own small wings and having to move and fly so much... which usually ends up in him in robes and the most flowy of skirts and bottoms with matching, usually layered tops (it gets cold up there!).

all that's to say, you put him to shame. he should be dressed up to lounge in the heavens, not chase after you! cupids shouldn't be jealous of not having your eyes on them, and cupid kaveh should definitely not be happy when the cramped library means the bastard at your same section ducks down just in time to grab some dropped nonsense for his arrow to miss, nor when the heavy rain means you can't go out to meet some guy in your company's other department, and especially not happy when when your situationship happens to not look at you when his arrow hits. it's not cupid kaveh's fault you're impossible for him!

eventually, he resorts to being more... hands on. he's obsessed, really, with your case, enough that he forgets he can be seen with how he focuses on making the perfect meetcute with the guy with the piercings you thought was cute on the bus or the waiter at the restaurant who gave you his number. that's fine. cupid kaveh isn't upset at all. not even the slightest bit bothered. him changing the table you are assigned to next time you eat there just so you're not in the waiter's section is unrelated. so is when cupid kaveh makes a bit of a scene by using a bit too much love on his arrow to get the waiter fired (and the waiter lives a bit too far to grab a job so close in this city... a bonus for cupid kaveh— no, you! you, he swears). you start seeing him... more, actually. he's cute, blending in with the couples and those dressed up as a caricature of his job, walking around the library you were in or places you frequented. the short skirts this early in the year is questionable, but nothing you will question every time he drops an arrow, always bending down while standing right in front of you (on purpose?) to where it goes up and reveals more than enough to drool over in bed. (it's not cupid kaveh's fault underwear isn't popular in heaven; no need for much modesty). you see him more and more, still dressed in his whites and creams and pastels and butter yellows with green, and it's almost like he's following you, and your only constant nowadays. he's waiting for you with an umbrella when it's raining, he drives you home because you haven't heard from your close friend in a while and you need a ride, and cupid kaveh's adorable when defending you from anyone who so much as glances your way...

it looks like he still got the job done.

cupid welt

in his senior age, cupid welt isn't about the thrill of chasing the hormonal human youth anymore. his wings are large but tired, needing a bit more care and less of the tension flying brings his aching muscles, his clothes are more suited for lounging than anything, and he has no real need to do this job anymore...

but he likes the tranquility of you being his last assigned human. a breath of fresh air for cupid welt. he lays on your bed and watches you type on your computer, listens to your vidoes and music or watches the essays and series you put on. it's a comfortable life and assignment that he prefers, so he's in no rush with any arrows in sight, but he still cares deeply for you. you awake to a hot drink in the morning to wake you up, come out of the bathroom with your bed done, and your documents saved on your computer.

cupid welt is a comfortable presence for you when he shows himself inadvertently: he's fallen asleep a few times on your bed with your blanket or his wing draped over him to keep him a bit warmer, his occasional whispers to tell you the words you've forgotten about or what you were planning to write down that day, even his chuckles when something amusing happens in something you watch. you swear that if you're haunted, you like this ghost, but you're lucky to see only cupid welt there enjoying himself.

cupid welt who holds good, long conversations and doesn't judge you for your pasttimes and hobbies. it's statistically much safer for you to be writing fanfiction in your home and drinking tea than partying out on a friday downing shots. cupid welt who will stay up with you in times of insomnia, will listen to your troubles and provide timeless advice (and some a bit aged, perhaps a few centuries off on occasion). he's well-meaning and inviting, comforting. it's cupid welt's last assignment, so his focus is solely on you...

...and you're grateful (you're into older men).

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒕

꩜ Room Content: GN! Reader x Yan! Cupid! GN! Jordan, Yan! Cupid! GN! Sydney, Yan! Cupid! Kaveh, Yan! Cupid! Welt (separate), no gendered terms for reader, unhealthy and obsessive relationship from the characters, lmk if I missed out anything! ꩜ A/N: PULPIEEEEEE I'M SMOOCHING YOU ON THE MOUTH I drooooool reading your writing sigh......... I feel like I still have cupid thoughts but can't get them on paper (screen in this case) >< I ammmmmm thinking about a cupid!reader with a yan!ren but I need to play more 14dwy first before I can actually write something I'll be happy with orz

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟐: 𝑱𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒏 ꒷꒦ Human!Reader x Yan!Cupid!Jordan ꒦꒷

I already wrote for cupid Jordan in a previous post but could you imagine the aftermath of the arrow?

Jordan finally has you in their lap, your eyes don't stray elsewhere, and you're reciprocating all their touches with even more heated ones. It's pure indulgence, rich and sinful with every kiss and hickey you lavish on them.

But something nags at the back of their mind. Your matchmaking case file collects dust on some tabletop somewhere, or maybe Jordan's already hid it somewhere, rotting and forgotten in a drawer. It's only when you're asleep next to them, in the quietness of the night where all they can hear is the soft thumps of your heartbeat, that these thought fester.

Without the arrow, would you still love them like this? Still come back home and kiss them on the cheek as you stroll through the door alone?

Or would your case have inevitably been transferred onto another cupid? One more mechanical and heartlessly-efficient in their matchmaking, where you're simply another case file to be completed and shelved away?

Closing their eyes and tucking their face into the crook of your neck, they can't really find it in themselves to feel the least bit guilty.

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟏: 𝑺𝒚𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒚 ꒷꒦ Human!Reader x Yan!Cupid!Sydney ꒦꒷

Sydney, as a cupid, has never really wanted for anything particularly. Sure, they want for boring cases to be over, they want for a more interesting matchmaking target the next time around. But apart from these more minor wants, Sydney thinks to be above wanting. It makes sense for a cupid to skew more towards giving rather than wanting.

So imagine their surprise when they begin to feel your case tugging on their heartstrings. You were meant to just be another matchmaking case file, just a simple mortal who'll end up in the archives after their job is done. Just how did you end up occupying all of Sydney's thoughts?

As the days pass on, they become more and more reluctant to match you with yet another failed target. Partly because you always seem so uninterested in the list of people selected for you on your case file, but mainly because Sydney can't help but picture your perfect match being them. Slotting themselves next to you in their fantasies, thinking of embracing you, your body warm against theirs. It's all too easy to give in.

It's not unheard of for cupids to personally go down into the human realm to matchmake in disguise. Although typically reserved for tougher cases, Sydney supposes that yours manages to qualify as a more difficult one. (And definitely not because they've ceased firing their arrows a lot earlier on.)

Soon, you begin to see the same strawberry blond popping up in the various locations that you frequent. If they're not your new neighbour who somehow manages to leave their house the same time as you do every day, then they're the new librarian who just so happens to have the same taste in books as you do. Or maybe they're the new barista at your favourite cafe who always pushes a cup of your beverage of choice into your hands, saying, "I messed up another order again, I don't want it to go to waste, it's still tasty, I promise! ><"

However, despite all this, you would have to be the one to make the first move. Deep down, Sydney can want and want and want but if you don't reciprocate, the both of you would just be stuck in some sort of strange courting flirting stalemate. The second that you show mutual desire towards them though? Something clicks in Sydney. [- - Sydney's Purity]

The more that you indulge Sydney in their advances, brushing a stray crumb from the corner of their mouth, a swipe of your tongue against their lower lip, sneaky makeout sessions in a secluded corner somewhere, the more obsessed they become over you. They'd make sure that the last one on your list of potential matches says their name.

You'd take responsibility if a cupid is kicked out of heaven and has to stay with you forever, right?

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟕𝟎𝟗: 𝑲𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒉 ꒷꒦ Human!Reader x Yan!Cupid!Kaveh ꒦꒷

With a glorious 100% success matchmaking streak so far, cupid Kaveh is not about to let your case be the one to end it! He's already employed all his usual foolproof methods that he uses for more stubborn cases and yet, nothing seems to be working.

He slouches and sighs as Alhaitham, his fellow cupid, slings an arm over his shoulders. There's that irritating smug look on his face again when he opens his mouth to ask, "Still stuck on this same case, Kaveh? I could take them off of you, you know."

To which, Kaveh just grumbles out, "Same answer again, no. I have to complete this case myself if it's the last thing I do!"

When yet another surefire arrow misses its mark yet again, Kaveh decides that he's had enough. You've pushed him to his last resort and left him with no choice but to venture down to the human realm for the first time in his cupid lifetime.

While Kaveh grapples with blending into the human crowd, you on the other hand, are having one of the strangest few months of your life. There seems to be no shortage of attractive people around you but all of them kind of end up going... nowhere? Not that you're particularly upset by it, most of them were just fleeting aesthetical attractions after all. However, there is a certain pretty blond hanging around you no matter where you go that always catches your eye.

"Are you part of some archery club?" Your voice from behind scares Kaveh a little. How did you manage to corner him in the library aisle while his back was turned? "I mean, I always see you carrying around your bow parts and arrows. So I assumed..."

Kaveh spins quickly to face you, his short skirt swishing slightly in the process. (His eyes don't miss how your gaze drops down to his creamy thighs for a split second. For some reason, he doesn't mind it.)

"Uh, something like that," he starts up, internally cursing that you've managed to catch him in his cupid act. The silence that follows is a little too awkward for Kaveh's liking so he clears his throat before continuing, "Ah, I'm new around here but I think I see you around quite a bit too? If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?"

You're a soothing presence to be around, Kaveh realises now that he's seeing you for you and not just another case to be cleared to continue his matchmaking streak. And maybe that's why he hasn't been able to succeed so far. None of those previous potential matches deserve you in the slightest. What's more worrying is that, he fears that no human deserves you after all.

When you rest your head against his shoulder in a cozy cafe as the heavy rain falls outside, his heart speeds up at the innocent contact. It's not hard for a genius cupid like Kaveh to understand what he must do.

If no other human deserves you, then someone more divine has to do the trick.

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟕: 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒀. ꒷꒦ Human!Reader x Yan!Cupid!Welt ꒦꒷

Welt is a cupid who puts his all into each and every one of his assigned matchmaking cases. However, he can't really say the same for your case. Not that he's putting in less effort for you, heavens no, but because he's putting in... more effort than usual?

He's not too sure why himself but there's just something so calming about you. How fitting that you should be his last and final assigned case, every time he whispers the song title or answer that's just on the tip of your tongue, he's greeted by your charming smile, as if it's thanks for his help. Welt feels appreciated, and he's slowly growing increasingly attached towards you.

Since you can't see him just yet, the domesticity is a little one-sided. It's not until you stumble into the kitchen too early one day and see him preparing your morning beverage with his large folded wings out in plain sight.

Learning about the existence of cupids was jarring at first, but you take it with as much grace as a reader/writer of fanfic can. But after some time, Welt manages to settle into your daily routine, a steadfast anchor that you can come back to in your home.

Despite all this, he's not fully out of the whole cupid business yet. He knows he's being overprotective and yet, he can't help it but be a little snappish when the higher ups ask if he wants to skip out on his final case since it's taking so long.

"You've long earned your rest, Welt," they chuckle amongst themselves but he can't any semblance of relief when he hears their plans of transferring you to another cupid. How could he hand you off to some other rookie cupid after he's decided to spend the rest of his eternity with you? It just simply won't do.

He readies up his final shot as he makes sure that your eyes are focused solely on him alone.

Thanks for reading! Consider supporting me on kofi if you enjoyed this or check out my other works hehe ♡

If you'd like to request a full fic of your own, do consider checking out my event post!

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you make my motor run - refs & research

Hello! My latest fic you make my motor run aka car show rivals au is about Bradley and his Bronco, Hangster flirting as enemies plot and every Dagger owning a vintage Ford. It's a lot about Jake being a little shit but it's also a lot about cars.

This fic, and cars, mean a lot to me! And as such a lot of research went into it. Like, so much research. And it made me very happy and I got very nerdy about it, although I realise and recognise not everyone who (hopefully) reads the fic would know as much about cars as I do, so I thought I would make this post explaining a lot of the details I included, as well as pictures of the cars I assigned each member of the squad.

So, if you're a slut for research like me or interested at all, see more below the cut!

Bradley's Bronco

"My my, a first gen Bronco"

I based the Bronco off a 1971 Ford Bronco, which makes it a First Generation Bronco, which were made between 1966 to 1977. The reason why I went with 1971 is because someone on the classic broncos forum tracked down the actual car used in TG:M on a website called Cinema Vehicles dot com and it's a 1971. A lot of what I describe is based off of this car, and other 1971's I could find.

"...he put in disc brakes, replaced the transmission and ordered in new parts for the engine."

A lot of what Bradley did to his car is based off of what Sydney Sweeney did to get her own Bronco running!

Disc brakes: Bronco's didn't get disc brakes until 1976/77, so Bradley would have had to add them in (replacing the drum brakes which were prone to overheating). They became standard for most cars in the late 70s, as they are more reliable.

Transmission: A car's transmission is also known as the gearbox! Most people will replace the transmission on vintage cars from manual to automatic (which Sydney did) but I wanted to write Bradley as a purist so he kept it a manual. He did replace the transmission though because it was old and rusty after not being used for so long.

"...replaced the suspension and the front and rear axles."

Suspension: This is the system that connects the wheels to the body of the car, and works to regulate shock absorption and the general handling and movement of the car. One of the main components is a big coil that stems from the tyres, if you've seen that before.

Front and Rear axles: shafts that connect the wheels and help with wheel movement.

TBH he probably should have done this before he went anywhere, but I didn't know what other changes to list as part of his "restoration journey" that even I could understand. Lol I'm a hack! Anyway!

What In The World Is Jake Talking About?

“Original paint, two-inch lift, coupla hood scoops, a nice shine on those stock hubcaps… original two-spoke steering wheel with a three on the tree manual transmission – you’re crazy for that, by the way.”

Original Paint: I found this really neat image of the original paint options for 1971 Ford Broncos, and did my best to colour match. There were six blue's and two aqua's available! I am pretty sure we could say Bradley's Bronco is Bahama Blue. I thought I would use this in the fic, but I didn't. Nonetheless, look at this cool graphic!!!

2-inch lift: refers to the lift of the suspension/tyres. Bronco's are built for off-roading so a lot of them have tyre lifts so you can have bigger tyres on them. The cinema vehicle has lifts!

Coupla Hood Scoops: "Coupla" is my way of saying "a couple of" btw. Hood Scoops are the raised portions on the hood of the car with holes in the front, as you can see here:

Hood scoops funnel fresher, cooler air to the engine which can increase power. Some people only have them for decoration. I'm pretty sure these are a modification added and not an original feature, which hurts my Bradley is a Purist head cannon, but I included them in the fic because they are in the movie! I like to think maybe they were added in because Jake kept making digs at the car's lack of power. Or Goose did it! Who knows!

Stock hubcaps: Refers to the original hubcaps that come with the car. I don't think the cinema vehicle has them, but I found another '71 Bronco that does and I just think they look nice! Who doesn't love a bit of chrome?

"...two-spoke steering wheel with a three on the tree manual transmission."

Original two-spoke steering wheel:

Three on the tree manual transmission: Ok I'm gonna be honest, I know I'm showing off when I say "three on the tree" because what the hell, but also, if car enthusiasts know what it is, Jake would say it! I found out about it while watching an episode of Jay Leno's Garage on YouTube (I watched a lot of these during my research) and they kept talking about the "three on the tree" in this '77 "original stock Bronco" and I was like wth is that? Googled it, and it refers to the 3-gear column shift! The column shift is the silver lever you see behind the wheel, which is the gear shift. Bradley keeps his car a manual so he, like the guy in the video who also keeps his original, would keep the three on the tree.

Jake say's he's crazy for it because automatic's are so much easier to drive, and also 3 gears is not a lot so I doubt it can go very fast.

For those interested, there are numerous YouTube videos about how to drive with the three on the tree (I watched at least two).

“Pristine white bucket seats..."

Bucket seats: are the style of seats used in the front seats that I guess have a bucket shape? Anyway he calls them "pristine" because you an imagine what a bitch it is to keep white vinyl looking nice.

Restoration vs Restomod:

I touch a little bit on this, but if you want to read more, Velocity Restorations have a good overview of the debate (Velocity build restomods for clients. If I ever win the lottery, there'd be signs... ect)

Bradley screams "car purist" to me, and I originally had a line about him having a Coyote V8 engine, which is a popular new-build engine used to update old Bronco's, but I cut it last minute because I don't think I could do that to him, haha. The man drives a Bronco, first of all, and the moustache and his Dad's glasses and the Great Balls of Fire of it all... a purist!

Jake, however, likes power, he likes technology and making the car the best it can be. I like to think he actually worked on the restomod himself (with the begrudging help of Bradley, I'm gonna be honest when I say I'm still working out what their origin story is) rather than buy it. But having the '68 Shelby, arguably one of the coolest cars on the market, and also kind of pushing it in terms of power and ability (and comfort and modern amenities) is like a cool project for him. He is very proud of his car but don't say he doesn't have any respect for vintage cars! This isn't just a status symbol (although he knows it's hot as hell) but constantly evolving project.

Jake's 1968 Ford Mustang

Jake has a 1968 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 fastback in all black. The Shelby used to be a race car but then people were like hey, I want one. 1968 was the first year the Shelby Mustang was actually built by the Ford Motor Company (instead of by Shelby). Fastback refers to the coupe type, indicated by the angle of the back window (as opposed to a convertible or sedan)

photos might not be exact same model/make (I think they are supposed to have GT stripes?) so don't come for me. But you get the vibe!

Javy's 1976 Bronco Explorer

I don't have any specific reason for the rest of the gang's cars, other than, I saw them and it felt right!

Bob's 1980s Fairmont Wagon

You either get it or you don't, but Bob get's it!

Nat's 1964 Ford Mustang Convertible

Candy Apple Red is an official and original Ford Mustang paint colour so that's important. Based her car off one I saw for sale. And yes! The Palomino interior makes me drool, look how nice that is!

Mickey's 1970 Ford Escort

Ok so, Ford Escorts were actually a Ford Europe/UK car until the 80s, so this would have to be an import. I really wanted to give him one, though, for some reason, and then when I realised the car from Fast 6 is a Ford Escort (and the colours match his Fanboy helmet!) I was like, sold! Fanboy always and forever.

Reuben's Car ????

I actually couldn't decide! He really stumped me! I'm thinking maybe an F-Series pick up? Other thoughts included Fairmont sedan, a Fairlane, a Torino or Thunderbird, but I think at least one of them needs a truck and the more I think about it, the more I like it for him. But I'm feeling very "Reuben Fitch... who is your hit man?" about it. If you have any thoughts, please let me know!

If you made it this far, congrats! I hope this was as fun and interesting for you as it was for me! And if you haven't yet, check out my hangster car fic you make my motor run on ao3 <3

And if you ever want to talk about cars, or want to write your own car fic, please please please please please please please please

[maeberzatto]

Ooo hiii! Can I please request a Carmy x fem!reader where he proposes to her on Valentine’s Day? Ooo and maybe this is the au where she’s his assistant, and has been for years, and the staff is heavily involved in the proposal hehe

Also Richie making some joke about how this is some promotion she’s getting lmao

hope this is okay my love! i honestly had no idea i had an au where she's an assistant lmao! i also changed it a little bit, hope that's okay ♡ - wc: 1.02k | nav post - request guidelines | cw: fem!reader, mention of reader wearing a dress

"You're not seriously proposing, are you?" Richie asks Carmen as the two prepare the Beef for it's opening. Carmen lets out a sigh as he ties his apron behind his back. "And who the hell told you?" Carmen questions in return.

"Sugar did. You proposin' or what?" Richie repeats, as Carmen rolls his eyes. "Cousin, you are not to say a word about this to anyone, okay?" He lets out a long exhale. "I am. Tonight." Carmen confirms as Richie stares at him. "Oh my gosh, you're gonna marry your assistant. If only we had an HR that could have a field day with you."

"I'm basically HR, cousin." Carmy reminds as he walks over to Marcus. "Chef, how's it going?" He asks as he rubs his hands together. "I have got our Valentine's day treats prepped, and I even have a cake prepared for when you propose to your girl." Marcus grins as Carmen rolls his eyes. "Maybe Sugar is the one I should tell to shut up." He mumbles before he walks over to his station.

"So, any big plans for tonight?" He overhears Syd ask you as you and her handle cleaning one of the other stations. "None at all. Why is everyone asking me that today?" You laugh, a sound that he can't help but smile at, as you walk over to Marcus with the clipboard he assigned to you three years ago when you began working as his assistant.

It was Sugar really who gave him the idea of getting an assistant. She told him, "you're busy. You can't handle your own schedule or meetings, so hire someone to do it for you." She was the one to pick you out from a list of candidates, and from the moment he met you, he was in love with you.

But, in usual Carmen fashion, he took forever to get with you. Convincing himself you wouldn't feel the same way, that you wouldn't even want to be with him. Until you told him first that you loved him and had been in love with him. From there you two were kind of like the Jim and Pam of the Beef, at least that's what Sydney referred to you too as.

"Hi Marcus. Oh, cute treats." You greet with a smile as you lean against the wall by his station, clipboard resting face-up against your front. "What's with that cake?" You ask, looking at the clipboard for any orders that may have been placed.

"Uh, I asked him to make it. Pete and I's anniversary is coming up and we didn't save any of our wedding cake so I asked Marcus to recreate it." Nat swoops in, smiling at you. You nod slowly. "Right.. well, congrats on your anniversary, Sug." You say before you turn and walk over to Carmen.

"Hey you. Clear your calendar because I am setting up a date night for us." Carmen says as he leans on the counter, standing in front of you. "Mm. Can I ask what we're doing on this date night or is it a total surprise?" You ask.

"Total surprise. I'll pick you up at your place." He kisses you on the cheek before walking off. You laugh before going back to your clipboard filled with Carmen's list of activites and meetings for the day. ────

You sat on your sofa, the dress you first met Carmen in on you. You figured with it being Valentine's Day, the nostalgia of the first time you met him would be nice for the date night Carmy had planned.

A small knock from the front door, and you stood from your spot and walked over to answer it. Fixing your hair as you stood in front of the door for a second, you opened it, expecting to meet Carmen's eyes. Instead, you found him on one knee in front of you, one hand behind his back.

"I was going to do this at a restaraunt. Or on the sidewalk, or literally any-fucking-where else." He admits with a breathy laugh following. "But, I couldn't wait. I couldn't imagine myself doing this anywhere else and of course it's like me to do this at your front door on your welcome mat."

"I love you. I've loved you since I met you, and each day that passes I find myself falling more and more in love with you. You're my everything, you're my moon and stars- no, you're my fucking universe." He shakes his head, tears in his eyes. "And I can't imagine a world or my life without you there. I want you and I to build a life together. To have a family with you if that's what we find ourselves wanting." He smiles. "Will you make me the happiest man, even though you already have, make me an even happier man and marry me?"

As soon as he pulls the ring out you're already saying yes, practically dragging him up off the ground so you can kiss him. He slides the ring onto your finger before kissing you again. You pull away, laughing as you place a hand on his cheek. "Carm, I love you so much- was everyone else in on this!?" You ask through a laugh.

"They were. Sugar kept telling everyone, I'm shocked no one spilled." He laughs as well, wrapping his arms around you to hug you, burying his face in your neck. "Okay, seriously no Valentine's day will ever top this." You say.

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It doesn't shock anyone when you show up to work the next day with the ring on your finger, and the story of him proposing on your doorstep doesn't shock anyone either. "Is this her getting a promotion?" Richie asks with a grin as you roll your eyes. "If we had an HR department I swear I'd file a report against you."

"You're technically marrying the HR department." Carmen says softly as you grin. "Hell yes I am." You place a kiss on his cheek. "Hey, now as your assistant I get to schedule your wedding." You note as he smiles, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Can't wait for it."

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[protozoarainbow]

HELLO & WELCOME!

After a while of thinking about it, I decided it would be a fun idea to dedicate a whole blog to my big OC passion project; PROTOZOA RAINBOW! So here it is!!

Whether youre here from my main blog; @gyaru-tau, or you've stumbled upon this by random, I'll give you a brief rundown of all the details! QnA style!

WHO AM I?

Hi! I'm Sydney! Or Guppy! As said before, you can find me at @gyaru-tau, and alternatively you can find me on Bluesky as gyarutau!

WHAT IS THIS STORY ABOUT?

As it currently stands, PROTOZOA RAINBOW is a highly in progress concept for a game that I would one day like to create! It centers around a young girl named TALULU, who lives her life in a giant facility called PARADISUS created by a mysterious group called the EDENTIDE FOUNDATION.

Lulu's assigned and unquestioned duty is to enter a digital world and monitor its inhabitants with the help of an android companion named MAYSIX. But upon getting to know a tech-savvy citizen of the digital world named ZEEYOH, Lulu begins to doubt her position, and the glass ceiling of EDENTIDE comes crashing down.

Being the only ones privy to this, its up to the three to unravel what's really going on in PARADISUS.

HOW FAR ALONG IS THE DEVELOPMENT?

In short: Incredibly early. More than anything, you should treat this blog as more of an OC blog than a game dev blog. PZRB is my dream project, but due to this, it will be highly subject to change, and I would like to create other, much smaller projects before I tackle this one.

That said, lots of things will be changed and reworked, characters will be redesigned overtime or even outright removed, lorem ipsum, etc. etc.

That's about all I have to say for now! If you have any questions, feel more than welcome to ask!! I would love nothing more than to talk about these characters and work out my ideas!

Until the tides turn next, friends! Bye-bye for now!!

[thoughtfulchaos773]

I love Sydney so much because, once upon a time, I was a sous and walked out during a lunch rush, so we are connected.

It's - not my proudest moment - I felt bad for my co-workers more than anything. But as employees in Illinois, we are at will here - the same way they can fire you well, you can quit without notice. It's the one weapon we have as employees anytime we have a shitty work environment.

But do you know the amount of burnout and bullshit you have to experience to get to that point?

Let me explain:

Sydney worked there from July-December, and she made so many changes and changed The Beef for Carmy. He wanted it fixed, and she fixed it. She gave him a blueprint of effective changes.

The 1x07 episode hints that Sydney has reached a breaking point with Carmy insulting her indirectly by calling the reviewer a hack, Richie asking her if she blew someone at the telegraph All these months, she spent showcasing her talent, making effective changes, and inspiring everyone else, and they insulted her when a reviewer compliments her dish.

Oh and when Carmy gave her the assignment to train Louie and handle the to go orders? And train richie on the new system? I'm getting overworked flashbacks. How many months did Carmy just assign things to Sydney because he was so used to her handling everything?

Then the one mistake - the pre-order option - and Carmy shouts and curses at her? In front of the staff, she helped manage? She had every right to quit.

Love Carmy- feel for him, and I love the gesture of starting this restaurant with Sydney the second season and giving her confidence, BUT he better pull his weight soon.

[ciaomarie]

A fellow Sydcarmy truther (@chefkids) recently mentioned John Hughes's "Some Kind of Wonderful" to compare how both Sydney ( in online spaces) and Watts (in the movie) were accused of being lesbians, but are actually in love with their male best friend. Well, I hadn't seen it before and decided to make it my Friday night "homework". I'm such a dork!

Google's Movie Synopsis- Keith Nelson (Eric Stoltz), an artsy high school outcast, tries to land a date with popular girl Amanda Jones (Lea Thompson) with some help from his tomboy best friend, Watts (Mary Stuart Masterson). However, his advances draw the ire of Amanda's snobby ex-boyfriend, Hardy Jenns (Craig Sheffer), who makes plans to get even. Matters are further complicated when Watts realizes she likes Keith as more than just a friend and tries to convince him to stop pursuing Amanda.

The verdict: I REALLY LIKED IT!!! If you can get past the first 10 minutes of cheesy dialogue, the sincerity of this simple love story will carry you along. The chemistry between the cast was great and the ending predictable but well-deserved. I know I'll be spinning the block. It's free with ads on YouTube.

VIP of the Movie: Easily Watts, although the story revolves around Keith. Mary Stuart Masterson acted her FACE off. I really believed in her heart-shattering over and over. The girl can blush and tremble on command. These screenshots don't do her justice.

Back to the Sydcarmy assignment: The anti-shippers posit that Sydney might be gay, just as Watts was thought to be because of her tomboy aesthetic, fearless attitude and her obsession with the drums. Sydney is also lionhearted, narrowly focused on her ambitions, and her style is somewhat androgynous. None of those are traits of any particular sexuality. Obviously, it's possible Sydney likes women, but those locked gazes with Carmen, her subtle jealously of Claire, and THE TABLE SCENE beg to differ. As, Watts said " Ray, it's 1987. Did you know a girl can be whatever she wants to be?" 37 years later that still applies. As a 30+ nerdy woman who often doesn't wear makeup and whose "uniform" is joggers, sneakers, and a ponytail it's goofy to assume a woman's sexuality based on clothes, hobbies, or the ability to stand up for herself.

[quincyhorst]

HC Snippets: Big Waves' Sydney Trio

...I'll admit that @//hachiiware's ask left me wanting to go on detail about other BW families other than Quincy's; so here's a compilation of my ideas for the main three.

Like I've said, Nice, Jean and Reef all live in Sydney, and attend the same school and soccer team. This is also where Robert teaches, all too convenient.

Though there's just one detail to address, that Jean was born in Victoria. After a certain family incident his mother preferred to start a new life in Sydney instead.

Nice and Jean met at the beach by a curious encounter. One typical day where his caregiver took him to the beach, Jinbei saw a blonde boy practising surf alongside his father. Impressed by the sport, he decided to combat his shyness and approach him. Despite the surprise, Nice acted friendly enough with the mysterious child, even inviting him to learn surf too. Such fun afternoon would be the start of a great friendship.

From there on, Nice and Jean would invite each other to their homes, or in some cases they'd go to his caregiver's house to watch his anime collection (Even if Nice was weirded out by the japanese cartoons). Around the time of Primary School, both boys got interested on soccer and started to practice together. Thanks to their dedication (And perhaps some potential within them), the two completely killed it once they entered the world of Secondary School/Junior High soccer; carrying their team to the finals. They might have lost aganist a team from Queensland, sure, but nothing too bad.

On their second year it would be when things got a sudden twist with the entrance of Reef Hamilton to their school, team... And friend group.

Reef had an entirely different upbringing than them. His father was the owner of a popular hotel chain across eastern australia, so he would always go into vacation somewhere new. But although he was able to meet new faces everytime, Reef preferred to isolate himself, enjoying to be at the beach. And with the teachings of his mother -a diving instructor-, that meant also spending most of his time underwater. Even when it wasn’t summertime Reef would be seen apart from the other kids.

Even if his parents tried to set his child to interact with others many times, Reef overall seemed to have problems on forging and continuing conversations, which started to raise some concerns. Just to make sure they decided to investigate a bit, and soon enough they found out their child was on the Autism Spectrum. Understanding now and accepting what their son had, they assigned him a therapist as means to help him in life, but still prioritizing his own wishes.

For a long time Reef's interests had been only about marine biology, leading to him writing entire pages about the fish he'd see on vacation. But after seeing Nice and Jean's performance on TV, he would soon develop interest on soccer. And soon he'd meet Robert Cliser, local counselor and a huge lover of the sport, who offered himself to help Reef integrate to the team while also training it.

So yeah, things went well. Reef's fun yet clever atitude blended with the two sea bros, making a well addition to their friend group. Nice and Reef were quick to bond, but with Jean it had its difficulty. What ended up uniting him however was none than Jean's mother, Bea Baker. Her being a former marine biologist soon caught Reef's attention, making him visit her small bakery weekly. The two players got soon used to each other eventually, specially since Jean did like sealife too.

Bea likes to consider Reef a second son, but Jean doesn't feel fond of that.

Now, let's talk about the Great Barrier Reef. The hissatsu, I mean. I like to attribute its origin to the fondness for the sea the trio had. Since his early beginnings in soccer Jean liked to use the sea to hone his skills, and the idea of using marine wildlife to defend the goal didn't seem that bad. So since his first years he had been working on it, but Reef's dedication and knowledge of the actual barrier helped to polish it better. Nowadays GBR is the most powerful keeper hissatsu Australia has to offer, but also a love letter to the country's natural wonder. Whenever someone uses it, Reef feels very happy.

...I guess that's the important stuff. Outside of soccer, the three like to play other sports such as beach voleyball, bowling, and surfing obviously. Jean leans it more into windsurfing but y'know, still fits.

Joe Jones/Jaws is the fourth wheel of this friend group but I'll touch it later on.

Bonus regarding adulthood; but post FFI Nice and Jean kept playing soccer, till he got into the more professional world. Reef played gladly until soccer, but a certain self-reflection he had made him instead dedicate himself into marine biology. He studies at the local Sydney Sunshore university; and yes, he if he struggles with studies, he goes to visit Bea. Best tutor ever!

[brehatano]

I am sad, and I am angry, but I’ve been these things before, and I know that only the work of protecting and helping others will lead me to joy. My oldest daughter put on her Election Day blue chucks again this morning in defiance. The first question my younger daughter asked when I told her the results was “how do we protect the people he wants to hurt?” If they understand that the assignment wasn’t over when we voted, then surely I can.

Sydney Smirl McElroy

[wa-wandavision]

MY SKZ MASTERLIST

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Bang Chan ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Imaginary

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Lee Know ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Guardian Angel

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Seo Changbin ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Coming Soon

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Hwang Hyunjin ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Insecurities

I love you

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Han Jisung ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Coming Soon

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Lee Felix ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Bad Days

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Kim Seungmin ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Forbidden

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Yang Jeongin ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Solar Eclipse Solar Eclipse (rewritten vers)

SKZ SERIES MASTERLIST

Drafts!

Kittens, Lee Minho

You bump into a cat dad while dealing with a little situation. Maybe he can help you.

Fan meetings, Han Jisung

your best friend forces you to go to a stray kids fan meeting.

Ongoing Stories!

Solar Eclipse, Yang Jeongin — series

You and Jeongin fall in love all over again

Guardian Angel, Lee Minho — series

God assigns one of his workers, Lee Minho, to watch over you.

Favourites

Captain save-a-hoe!

Hotel check-ins

Fair and square

Sandcastles

Finding home in your heart

Read Later

Best friend han x reader

Cold as Ice

Snitch

Good hair day

Say you want me

Tuesday Chris

Instead of you

Morning texts

Just for a moment

Marooned

Morning Photographs

Sex on the beach

Sweeter

How I see you

On your knees

Pull over

It's so tasty, come and Chase me

B. C

I.N

B.C

H.J

Jisung

Felix

Jinnie

Skz

Channie

Skz

Can I be your favourite

Strange weird and wonderful

No prejudice

Jisung

9 56 pm

actions that speaks

Make you a mommy

Queenmaker

My dear

Bath water

Blackholes

Felix

A modern love story

Movie date

Hyunjin

Minho

Pearl necklace

Chai latte

Muse

Jisung

Magazine photos

Wrong number

By my side

Look up to the stars

Channie

Drunken idiots

Morning sex

Sunsets in Sydneys

Cat in heat

Sick days

Date on ice

Bath water

Birthday suprises

Happy place

Race my heart

Reunions embrace

Love language

Wanting

Go live

Hyunjin

To do what I can do

Shark week

We can't be friends

Your fault

Small moments

when you know, you know

idolstruck

Blueberry muffin

Fairytale

Whispers

The drifter: the sea kind curse

Stray kids royal au

Girl code

Breath

Ice on whisky

Phobia

REQUESTS

╰┈➤ OPEN

[mercurial-chuckles]

You asked about the em dash. If you are using Windows 11 and Microsoft Word, and you have the numpad on the side, you can use Ctrl + Alt + - (minus sign) on the side keyboard to make an em dash!

You can change that quick key under File -> Options -> Customize Ribbon -> Keyboard Shortcuts: Customise... -> Scroll down to the "Common Symbols" in the Categories -> Select Em Dash from the "Commands" on the right and assign whatever key combination you want.

I am using mostly Scrivener, and there -- autocorrects to an em dash, in case you were shopping for programs.

Hope this helps!

Yeah, I used the same when I had the numpad on my previous laptop, but I switched to a new one, and I was wondering if there’s any shortcut for Word.

Oh, Scrivener… I saw an ad for it on Insta the other day. How is it?

Sydney (@buck-star) told me about Ellipsus, and I tried it—the interface is friendly and pretty easy to work with! I also tried what you suggested with two hyphens—it does convert to an Em dash (see...test run)🤭🤭🤭🤭 🤩🤩🤩🤩

Thank you, Stella, for taking the time to write it out and send it to me! Love you tons!!! 😘🩷 You're the bestest!!!!!!