#exposure to glue

[megah3rz]

what if the KoS gang really needed some guy but that specific guys dick has broken off over the millennia. do you think they'd still revive him?? actually i am curious what u people think

(i know i could just extend this to missing appendages in general but i find the thought of someone waking up not only in the stone world but also missing their dick hilarious? like personally i'd be so mad, like what if i paid for that thing?? huh??)

[rebeccathenaturalist]

This is such a cool story! Conservation of endangered species cants heavily toward animals and then plants, but you rarely see efforts to try to help endangered fungi, lichenized or otherwise. Part of this is because many fungi are very difficult to propagate, particularly those that have mycorrhizal relationships with plants, and so the best way to save them is to protect critical habitat for those species. Moreover, fungi that produce fruiting bodies like mushrooms are only really easy to observe during their relatively short fruiting season, so unless you're searching the soil or other substrate for DNA traces, your window to actually survey rare fungi is quite short.

But lichens are different. They persist year after year, and so are easier to observe. Growing them is another story, though; most people who give it a try put fragments of a given lichen on a favorable substrate in a controlled environment and hope for the best. However, success is relatively rare in the long term as lichens are quite persnickety about their growing conditions.

So what about just moving the whole substrate? If you have lichens that conveniently grow on tree branches you could cut off piece of branch and then attach them to branches of the same species of tree elsewhere at the same height/sun exposure/humidity level, and hope that the lichens continue to produce spores that then find favorable substrates locally. But it's tougher to chip off chunks of rock and move them to new places, especially if you don't want them getting kicked around.

So it's really fascinating that these conservationists tried out all sorts of different glues to find the most lichen-friendly ones, and then glued them to new substrates in old parts of their range in the hope that they'll use their rhizines to attach themselves to their new homes. It shows how much detail we have to go into in habitat restoration and species conservation to try to replicate the best conditions for a given species to thrive, and how we can't just offer degraded habitats to our wildlife of various sorts and hope that they find it acceptable. Lichens like various Parmelia species or Evernia prunastri may not be as picky in their substrates, but for a rarer species like Gyalolechia fulgens, our task is to give them their Goldilocks substrate--just right. And sometimes helping them along involves a little bookbinding glue.

[winningmymind]

Part 3 Kevaaron/Andreil based off this aftg au post. Part 1, Part 2

Andrew blankly stares at a yawning Aaron. “Why are you here?”

They're standing in the parking lot. The four of them.

“Night practice.” Aaron tiredly replies, not bothering to mask his yawn. He's lugging an overstuffed backpack full of notebooks and a secondhand laptop.

Immediately, Andrew turns his sharp gaze onto Neil and Kevin, who are pretending to look innocent, idly hanging back a safe distance just in case it all goes south. At least Neil has the guts to look Andrew straight in the face. Kevin just glues his eyes to Aaron's sleepy demeanor.

He offers up his last energy protein bar from his pocket, the one that actually tastes decent, unlike the bland flavors Kevin attempts to urge the Foxes to eat. Aaron absently takes and devours it, unaware or uncaring of Kevin’s tiny prideful smile at the brief grazing of their fingers.

“You two are up to something. Don't like it.” Andrew clocks the strikers in a heartbeat, but doesn't press any further. Not now. He stalks off to the car and the rest of them obediently follow.

In the bleachers, Andrew and Aaron take a seat while Neil and Kevin run through drills. Andrew would usually take a nap or watch the Exy junkies with a bored expression until it was time to go. This time his attention is solely on Aaron, who's sitting a few spaces to the left of him reviewing notes. 

Aaron isn't sparing a single glance at his brother, although he can feel Andrew's demanding stare that they should talk to each other. He's always doing that when Aaron's in the middle of studying nowadays. Another non-verbal cue Bee suggested Andrew do to get Aaron’s attention, a softer way of expressing want instead of his usual rough edges. It both irritates and pleases Aaron.

“What?” Aaron gives in and angles his head to the side.

“You're at night practice, but you aren't practicing.”

“Could say the same for you.”

“I'm the driver. Your excuse?”

“Ask them for the details.” Aaron points at Neil and Kevin running across the court like madmen and then returns his focus on studying.

Andrew doesn’t need to be told twice and stands up, scaling down the bleachers. The sudden movement startles Aaron for a moment, and he watches his twin march like he’s on a mission. Kevin and Neil notice from their peripheral, jogging up to meet Andrew halfway.

“Finally come to join us?” Kevin’s too pumped from adrenaline to remember how foolish that sounds.

“Silence.” Andrew presses a finger to his lips, shaking his head at Kevin's frown. He turns to Neil next, locking eyes with him. “I've warned you once. Don't make me say it again.”

“We haven't even done anything.” Neil wipes the sweat from his brow, lying through his teeth. He didn't think Andrew would catch on so soon.

Kevin nods in agreement, feigning ignorance. “Andrew, you're interrupting training. Either gear up and play or standby.”

“You aren't fooling me.” Andrew tells them, slightly tilting his head in his twin's direction, who shouldn't be here at all. “You two don't talk to what's mine unless I say so. And I never gave permission.”

It's true. On the court and during Wymack's mandated practices, Kevin and Neil are only allowed to talk directly to Aaron in a team setting, or if Nicky’s present, never ever alone. Reason being is that they're not exactly subtle. Every one of the Foxes knows Kevin and Neil have the hots for Aaron and Andrew. Except for, maybe, Aaron. 

He's somehow both bright and dense and completely untrained in realizing someone wants him if not explicitly told. A fact that amazes/annoys Andrew and tickles Nicky silly.

Aaron never picks up on Kevin's favoritism. Nicky's been Aaron's only exposure to guys flirting and coupling up, and since Kevin isn't nearly as flashy or intense or bold, Aaron remains clueless. 

Andrew, however, was able to pinpoint Neil's exact fascination toward him from the special treatment he keeps receiving. Neil always comes to Andrew seeking genuine conversations, not the standard small talk he does with the rest of their teammates, and constantly looks elated whenever he discovers anything new about Andrew like a pirate getting lost treasure.

This day was bound to happen. Andrew just lying in wait, preparing for when the Exy junkies would want more than a runner's high as their fix. Whatever they’re planning, it would get them nowhere in the Minyard twins’ pants, Andrew would make sure of it.

“We didn't abduct Aaron. If that's what you're thinking. He came on his own free will.” Kevin says.

Andrew isn't impressed. “Playing dumb still? You will regret it.”

“Too late for that. Aaron's going to tag along until finals.” Neil shrugs.

Andrew quirks a brow at that. “Exy or exams?”

“Both… I think?”

“You're a dead man walking.” Andrew’s eyes light up dangerously. Neil doesn’t fold.

“Eh, heard it before.” Then Neil’s voice takes on a teasing lilt. “Plus, you wouldn’t want to get rid of me too fast. Not when Aaron and I cut a deal where I look over his math? You know how sensitive he is about his grades.”

Andrew clenches his fists and spins on his heel, leaving Neil and Kevin to return to the bleachers, less he slice them up with his many hidden knives should their conversation continue. Neil and Kevin can practically see the murderous mood he's in. In the time that they were talking, Aaron had made his backpack a pillow and fallen asleep, the protein bar not enough to keep him awake. Andrew sits closer to Aaron's outstretched form like a guard dog, staring daggers in Neil and Kevin's direction.

“Could've gone worse. I'd count this as a success.” Neil’s satisfied.

“Remind me. How is this a success again?” Kevin huffs.

Neil looks at Kevin with wide eyes, like Kevin should be able to read his thoughts and simply get it. That makes Kevin scowl deeply at him and Neil sighs.

“I made a loophole to speak to Aaron without consequences and Andrew cares too much about Aaron to fuck that up, meaning I’ve postponed my death by his hands so far.” Neil explains and then he pokes Kevin in the chest. “Now, it’s up to you to find a way to bypass Andrew’s Don’t-Talk-To-My-Twin rule for us to really woo them.”

“How do I do that?”

“Common ground.”

“Like what?”

“Two words.” Neil holds up two fingers. “Medical history.”

And the intangible light bulb floating above Kevin’s head cuts on, shining brightly like his eyes as Neil's genius comes into fruition. There’s a plethora of documentaries about medicine, doctoring, and diseases that Kevin knows will pique Aaron’s interest for a marathon on a Saturday afternoon or Sunday morning when they’re visiting Columbia. He could get Aaron to laze about with him on the couch for hours, bonding maybe, make it a routine, make it their thing even.

Kevin Day has never been so ecstatic that his and Aaron’s majors smoothly overlap for this to be considered possible.

"I'll distract Andrew. You handle Aaron."

They clack rackets and then get back to night practice drills. 

tagging @icangotwiceashigh @little2nerdy @luadusk @a-had-matter @aceadoxography @emilibs

[sits-bound]

Bound: Exposure

(and Complete: The GallaPlacidia series*)

This one is slightly different from the rest - I ran out of the blue canvas I bound the rest with, so I used some faux leather (from the dollar tree!) instead. I can pretend it’s because I wanted to make the last one extra fancy. Also I splurged on the expensive "artisanal" (eyeroll) paper from Joann's.

And this completes my series of GallaPlacidia binds!

*Ok, there is one I chose not to bind because I don’t love love it.

My first bind was Ship of Theseus and it’s fun to see how far I’ve come since then.

I didn’t know what would happen if you got glue on your cover. (And judging by the pic of all the spines, I didn’t really learn from my mistakes.)

Check out the typeset! The spacing between paragraphs and the left justification. Awww! Cute. I also learned a lot about the moisture from glue and how to keep your pages from wrinkling. Also paper grain.

I’m happy to have this project done. It looks so nice all lined up on my shelf!

[cutiekittyowo]

By your side, always.

Summary: Bucky and f!Avenger Reader go on a mission. She gets shot and was put into a coma...Take a guess on who is stuck to her like glue.

Contains: Use of Y/N, Enemies to Lovers (Short lived dw), Mentions of blood and bullet wound, FLUFF!!!!

Part 1

Word Count: 3000+

NOT MY GIF

Next part HERE!

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Bucky and Y/N are far away from the compound, as they’re on a mission all the way in Russia. They’re taking intel from HYDRA, to prevent any disastrous plans. Bucky and Y/N are partnered up despite them hating each other. Tony says it's ‘exposure therapy’, while Natasha is very certain that they both have some type of feelings for each other.

They both got out of the building and Bucky led the way to a small, two garage door warehouse. They were instructed to stay there for a day. Thor was incharge to supply them, but to no one's surprise, he only put a mattress, water and a medkit. He probably forgot about supplying the rest.

On the way to the building, they were getting shot at from multiple angles, it was very difficult to avoid any crossfire. Fortunately, Bucky's metal arm ricocheted a bullet just before running   

“That was close” Y/N muttered to herself under her breath.

The sound of Bucky’s complaining groan echoed in the small storage room.

“Whattt?” She complains back while rolling her eyes and dragging the word.

“Thor didn’t give us shit, just a mattress with not even sheets or pillows.” He chews back

“At least he gave us water and a medkit too… You’re ungrateful for everything, maybe Thor had a busy schedule… ” She replied with a sassy but rude tone, how she usually replies back to Bucky

“Yeah okay, whatever..” 

Bucky and Y/N never had a good relationship. They’ve been going back and forth of insults and physical altercations for many years, all the way back to when Tony introduced Y/N to everyone…

Flash Back

“So Y/N, today is the big day, kid. You get to meet most of the Avengers today, how exciting.” Tony Stark said in a way that was trying to shake off the nervousness that was growing and showing all over your face.

“Mr. Stark, you’re acting like I’m 30 years younger than you… I’m only 26 years younger… Now that I said that outloud, that’s a justified way to describe me…’kid’” Y/N chuckles to herself, as Tony smiles as he knows he at least made her less tense.

“You’ll be fine, there’s a lot of folks that are around your age in the Avengers. You guys can find something to relate to.” Tony remarks

“You’re absolutely right Mr. Stark!” Y/N’s bubbly personality starts coming back as she giggles.

“They’re all in a meeting right now, but in a few minutes people will be coming ou-” 

“TONY, IS SHE HERE?!” Wanda comes out frantically looking everywhere but where Tony is.

“She’s right here…” Tony has a dead emotion, his lips are a straight line, accepting that Wanda brings chaos everywhere she goes.

“Ahhh! There she is! Welcome!” Steve goes in and gives Y/N a solid handshake, leaving her with an impressed first impression

Y/N knew everyone in the Avengers since they always saved the day ever since she was little. While everyone was saying hello and making small talk, she was mentally taking note of who she talked to and who she didn’t. After half an hour, she talked to everyone who’s at the compound but one…Bucky. Y/N noticed that Bucky has been avoiding conversation and just plainly avoiding her the whole time. Every time she’d walk up to Bucky to say hello and the regular small talk she’d say to everyone else, he’d simply not reply or walk away.

There’s only one small big large problem Y/N has, a very, very very, very short temper. After the sixth try of trying to talk to Bucky, she completely lost it… (Tony thinks her temper actually helps her become stronger with her amazing fighting skills)

“CAN YOU PLEASE JUST TALK TO ME! IGNORING ME WON’T GROW YOUR ARM BACK!” Y/N yells and screams

Ouch

“You really want to go there already now, doll?” Bucky chuckled to himself 

“Maybe there’s a thought I don’t want to talk to you at all, maybe use your brain for once?” His voice starts to raise and already since Y/N yelled she grabbed most of everyone's attention, but now all eyes are on them.

Tony steps in to not escalate the argument, acting like the father figure he is.

“You two stop fighting or else punishment will be implied”

Ever since that small argument, they both hold grudges against one another. No day goes by without one of them going at the other one. At Least Tony put the two together during sparring training, no limits, just the first one to tap out wins. Currently, Tony keeps a score mentally to himself to see if one of them can’t fight back as the other but surprisingly, the score of Y/N vs Bucky sparring is 83-85.

Present (In the warehouse)

After a few minutes of bickering and going back and forth, the adrenaline of Y/N starts to wear off. While insulting Bucky, she feels pain in her leg but dismisses the pain since she thought she scratched her leg on something. 

She wanted to stand up to Bucky’s eye level and say something very mean, but to her avail, she winced and cried out of pain trying to kneel on one of her knees.

Bucky, acknowledging the sound of pain coming from her, reacts quickly and looks towards her.

“Are you okay?” He says with pure honesty.

“What do you think, dumbass?” She chews back

“I was going to help you, but now I take it back”

“Wait! No, please help me…” She pleads

Bucky grabs her left arm and wraps it around his neck and gingerly grabs her waist and slowly pulls her up and leans her to the wall behind her.

“Where does it hurt?” He says sternly with intense eyes

“My right calf.” She bites her cheek from the pain 

Bucky moves down and kneels before her and cuts the lower part of her pants, below the knee. Slowly taking the excess fabric away, her leg is coated in thick red blood. He uses the fabric to wipe some of it away to see what's causing the bleeding.

“You’ve been shot.” He says seriously

“W-what” She reacts scared

“It’s okay, I’m here.”

Bucky grabs isopropyl alcohol, gauze, tweezers and a stitching kit from the medkit and prepares to do a surgery on her.

“It’s going to hurt a lot, but you need to try and not be too loud, okay doll?”

“Mhm” She mumbles out while crying profusely.

Y/N thinks to herself 

“Why am I crying this much? This is so embarrassing, especially when it’s only Bucky with me. This is so out of character for the both of us, how I’m vulnerable in front of him, but he’s actually helping me. Usually when the team is out on a mission, I usually have to take care of myself in front of him since I thought he never cared…But this is different…”

“I need you to bite on your jacket, okay? I’m going to disinfect the wound with alcohol.” He said softly.

She grabs her windbreaker and stuffs her sleeve in her mouth to prevent biting her tongue or cheek out, preparing for the worse.

He wiped with a gauze soaked with alcohol on and around the gun wound. Y/N doesn’t scream but more tears flow down her cheeks. Then he told her that he’s going to take the bullet out and start using the stitches to close the wound up.

While he was taking the bullet out and using the stitching kit, more tears started to flow down her cheeks. Bucky felt weird, like he wanted to, he needed to wipe them away and just hug her for being strong as a normal woman with no powers or and super soldier enhancements. 

When he was done, Y/N slid down the wall with her back to the floor and sighed with relief. 

“You need rest” He claims

“I’m fine.” She said sternly

“No.” 

“What?”

He picks her up bridal style and lays her down on the mattress and uses his jacket as a blanket and layed it over her.

“Bucky.”

“Yes, doll?”

“Am I dreaming?”

“No.”

“Huh, this is weird” She said then shut her eyes and quickly fell asleep from exhaustion.

Bucky chuckles to himself on how quickly she fell asleep but he was still concerned on how quickly she went to sleep.

He mumbled out loud “I agree with you, what is happening between us. I kinda like it…”

Bucky was feeling tired himself but knew he needed to call for the Quinjet and need a medic ASAP. So he used his radio to communicate to Steve that they need to pick them up quickly or else everything could go downhill, how it's possible Y/N can lose her leg, or worse… 

Y/N opened her eyes to see bright lights and the smell of disinfectant around her. She sat up with a struggle and looked around her surroundings. Her eyes got caught by the sight of her best friend, Natasha sleeping on a small guest hospital bed on her left side and her enemy sleeping on the visitors couch sitting in front of her.

She scooted closer to the edge of the bed without hurting her leg too badly and poked Natasha.

“Nash.” She spoke in a whisper from a horse and dry throat.

“Y/N, is that you or am I dreaming?” Natasha mumbled to herself half awake

Y/N poked her again. Natasha opened her eyes with shock to see her awake.

“Y/N?! You’re finally awake!” She quietly screamed and sat up with glee to not wake up the sleeping ‘visitor’.

“Finally? How long have I been asleep?” She said with an uncertain tone

“You’ve been in a coma for two months. I’ve never- we never left your side.” Y/N looks at Bucky and then looks back at Natasha. She then wiggles her eyebrows up and down.

“Okay no, it’s never like that. He was just there to help me get the bullet out…” She fights back.

“Hmm…Right! Anyways, I need to call down Tony, Bruce, Steve and the nurses now so maybe while I collect them, you should talk to lover boy hereee.” Natasha gets up, pokes Bucky and shuts the door gently.

Bucky slowly wakes up and grumbles to himself and opens his eyes and immediately looks at Y/N. But to his surprise she also had her eyes on him.

Bucky, being the guy who barely had any type of charisma since being frozen, had no idea what to say, he was growing more nervous. 

A week within Y/N being in a coma, Bucky wouldn’t leave Y/N side at all, he didn’t know why but he felt he needed to. Since Natasha is Y/N's best friend, she always checked up on her every time she got free time. Conveniently Bucky was always there playing her favorite music or reading old classic books to her, which Natasha thought was very out of character for him. So she slowly starts to pick at Bucky. For example one day she’d come in and see him just staring at her without his knowledge of her entering. 

“Like what you see huh?” Natasha scares Bucky

Bucky nonchalantly yelled a bit, like a low ‘ahh’

“It’s not what you think..” He spoke aloud

“Sureee, why are you always here then? I checked the visitor timestamp list and you’re here everyday multiple times for many hours. Can’t defend yourself much right now, just admit it…” Natasha chuckled

“I don’t know Natasha, for the eight years I’ve known Y/N, I’ve only actually hated her for only two years…After the hating, I just fought back for fun, to rile her up a bit. I think it’s cute…But ever since she got shot, my eyes opened. Seeing her really physically hurt, made me open my eyes, how I just wanted her to be happy, hug her, hold her and make all the pain go away.”

“I knew it…” Natasha laughs to herself

“What?”

She starts crying with laughter “Not only I predicted this, everyone did!” She cries out with even more laughter.

“What do you mean everyone?” He questions

“All the Avengers!” Her face turns red from the lack of oxygen.

Bucky’s eyes open more wide and his cheeks are slightly tinted pink

“This is amazing news, I need to tell everyone, I’ll be back” Natasha leaves the room.

After Natasha told every single Avenger, even Y/N in her sleep. Steve, the best friend of Bucky, wanted to support him by adding a couch to the room so he can always keep an eye on her. When Bucky saw Bruce and Steve hauling the couch in, Bucky got too flustered to walk in the room and avoided Y/N for three days. Those days, the broody winter soldier came out of Bucky. He didn’t want to be in anyone's business and wanted to be alone. But ever since Nash spilled Bucky’s deepest darkest secret, she’s been helping him telling him everything she likes and dislikes. Also, she’s been helping him gain more confidence and charisma to ‘broad’ her.

Little did Bucky know, Natasha knew that Y/N had a small crush on him too.

“Hey.” Bucky softly spoke out loud with a smile and kept eye contact with Y/N and uncontrollably made a peace sign weirdly enough.

“Bucky.” 

“Do you need water?”

“Um…Sure, please.”

He sits up and walks towards a mini fridge filled with old take out and drinks from Nash and Bucky. He grabs two plastic water bottles and cracks the cap for her and hands it to Y/N.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime, doll”

She took a sip while having an odd feeling, how Bucky is being nice. Too nice. 

She thought to herself “What’s up with this guy, I’m getting this weird feeling…”

Suddenly, Tony, Steve, Bruce and medical staff come barging in.

“I think I should go, I’m not really qualified.” Bucky jokes

Y/N smiled and giggled while Bucky was walking away, leaving Bucky with a goofy smile.

After her check up with the medical staff, Y/N was free to leave.

Night

Since Y/N had been in a coma for two months, she’d grown an appetite to eat something. Y/N, in sweat pants and a stolen hoodie from an Avenger (it was Bucky's ofc), waddled slowly down the empty hallway. Turning left towards the kitchen, bumps into someone's chest.

Y/N thought to herself “Ouch, who is this, definitely not a woman…”

She looks up and to her surprise it was Bucky.

“Natasha said you were always beside me in my coma, now you’re stalking me, Barnes?”

Bucky smirks and chuckles “I wouldn’t call it stalking…I was hungry too.” He said in a low, rough tone with a hint of amusement.

Y/N waddles to the edge of the counter, wanting to sit on top like she usually does but can’t because her leg.

Bucky, being the man who lurks in shadows, is always paying attention, and taking note of every detail.

Without a doubt, Bucky scoops her up with ease and places her on the counter.

“You should take it easy, know you?” He murmurs delicately.

Y/N gives him a shocked glance, very thrown off from the act of out of character. She blinks slowly, still trying to process everything but gets interrupted from the large amounts of thoughts by Bucky handing Y/N her favourite muffin. When she reached out, the touch was warm, she loved when her muffins and pastries in general were warm.

“Barnes, I-” She gets cut off by Bucky.

“James” He said with a soft smile.

“Don’t call me Bucky, don’t call me Barnes. I want you, Y/n, to call me by a name only people who I trust and love the most with.”

“Buck- James.” She spoke out loud with a light smile.

Bucky tilts his head to see why she called out his name with a dumb smile.

“James, I feel like this is a horrible way to tell you, especially when I’m wearing some homeless attire. But…” She takes a deep breath and breaks eye contact with Bucky

Bucky’s heart and mind starts to race, thinking about the worst outcomes. He shakes off the thoughts and replies.

“Yes, doll?” He smiles through the anxiety and leans forwards to try and assess the situation. He puts his hands on her knees lightly, avoiding touching her calf with his torso.

“I’m really sorry, I’ve never treated something so poorly in my life. I just want to start over, you saved my life, being mean and bickering feels wrong.” She chuckles awkwardly.

Bucky exhaled hard. He thought she might say that she needed her leg to be amputated, which would break his heart into billions of pieces. He believes that Y/N is the most delicate woman and deserves a normal life.

“Y/n.” He looks up at her in her eyes.

Y/N avoids eye contact, hiding her embarrassment from her confession.

Suddenly, a metal and flesh arm wrap around her waist. 

“A hug…from James?” She thought

She reciprocated and gave a tighter hug and rested her head on his.

“Let’s get you to bed.” He said softly while picking up her bridal style.

Walking down the hall, Bucky gets flashbacks of laying pale Y/N on a mattress a few months ago. Bucky ignores the thought and smiles walking down to her door. 

He opens the door and lays Y/N down on her bed and covers her with a blanket, not a jacket. 

“Goodnight, doll.” He turns around and grabs the door knob.

“James” She yelped out

He turned around to face her.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Please stay, I felt like in my coma I knew someone was with me. Please sleep beside me, like you would always?” She gives a pleading look.

“I would love to.” Bucky goes to the other side of the bed and slithers himself in between the sheets.

“Thank you.” She adds.

“For you, always”

They both close their eyes and go to sleep.

The morning

Y/N woke up from the sun beaming on her eyes and sat up and stretched. She moved her arms into a rainbow shaped motion and thought she was going to hit Bucky on accident but he was gone. Y/N looked towards her clock, it was 11:30 AM, no wonder he was gone.

She got out of bed and slowly made her way to the living room. As she arrives she sees Bruce, Peter, Tony, Wanda, Natasha, and Bucky lounging. Some teammates are talking while some are minding their own business. She locks eye contact with her best friend and Natasha pulls her out into a small room.

“Nash, what’s going on?” She yawns.

“LOOK, WHAT’S THIS!?” Natasha quickly yells in a hushed tone.

Y/N rubs her eyes to let them focus to see a photo on Natasha’s phone. It was Bucky and Y/N cuddling. To be more specific, Y/N was laying on Bucky’s chest as he held her like his life depended on it.

“I…Don’t know what that is! That’s definitely photoshop!” She spoke, clearly flustered.

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This is my first ever fanfic ever, hope you enjoy Part 1!

Anyone can ask for a request, but I will complete after this "series" or when I'm free in 2 weeks <3

[euthanasiadarkblues]

iwtv rupaul's drag race au hcs

- old daniel molloy = rupaul

- claudia and the vampire sam are his guest judges

- lestat is already a successful drag queen. he doesn't need the money or the exposure, he just wants to win a competition

- louis is a choreographer, and he eats up every single dance challenge

- santiago is a comedy queen. he eats up every single acting challenge.

- young daniel is also somehow there. he can't sew. he ends up in the bottom 2 on the first episode, but what he lacks in skill he makes up for with enthusiasm.

- armand starts off very stoic. most of the other girls dismiss him as an instagram beauty queen. he comes out of his shell halfway through the season after lipsyncing 4 times.

- madeline is a guest star that hosts one of the fashion design challenges.

- gabrielle is a nonbinary transmasc drag queen. lestat didn't even know they were gonna be there. they almost exclusively use earth tones with their outfits (old daniel critiques them for not being versatile).

- gabrielle is disqualified for disappearing 5 episodes in.

- armand and lestat would've been in the top 3, but were both disqualified for sabotaging the other queens.

- armand tries to teach young daniel how to sew and then gives up. he instead teaches him how to hot glue a dress together.

- louis and lestat perform a dance challenge together. the choreography includes WAY too much grinding and intense eye contact. claudia leaves halfway through.

- young daniel somehow ends up winning. old daniel may have been a bit biased.

[swisccfinds]

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DIY Hot Glue Gun Mess $250/hr Creative Weirdo $350/hr Hacks Master $600/hr DIY Superstar $650/hr [Something] DIY $1500/hr

MUA Fenty Beauty Counter Rep $200/hr Brand Tester $300/hr Makeup Brand Collab $350/hr Personal Makeup Artist $750/hr MUA $1500/hr

Cooking One Pan Cook $150/hr Made from TV/Movies $300/hr Remixed Recipe Cook $345/hr Guest Host Cook $625/hr Master Cook $1500/hr

FX Makeup Artist NYX Face Awards $120/hr Halloween Royalty $200/hr FX on a Budget $350/hr Workshop Personality $645/hr Glam & Gore $1450/hr

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2- Modeling Career Mod by KPC0528

This is an amazing mod! If you want your sim to become a model this is the mod for you! This does require the City living & Get Famous expansion packs, so be aware. Here are the creator's notes about the levels and branches;

1. Volunteer Model--there is no pay for the beginning of this career. I wanted to make it as realistic as possible, so level 1 is all about building a portfolio and gaining exposure.  Mood: Confident M - W - F S S

2. Local Model -- Your sim will be part of the "mall crowd" participating in local fashion shows. These jobs aren't very selective... $15/hr.  Skills: Charisma 1  Mood: Confident - T - T F S S

3. Hand Model-- Keep those hands soft and supple as your sims model rings, bracelets, and watches for local jewelry designers!  $18/hr.  Skills: Charisma 2 Mood: Confident - T - T F S S

4. Hair Model-- Cutting, coloring, styling. Your Sims's hair will be put through it all in exchange for some simoleons and their pictures to be featured in hair dressers' portfolios.  $20/hr.  Skills: Charisma 3, Fitness 3 Mood: Confident - T - T F S S 

Choose track: Commercial Model or High Fashion Model

Commercial Model track: Commercial models are the models you would see in shopping catalogs and local commercials. The sim-next-door look is desired, so your sim will need attractive looks as well as an attractive personality to do well in this career track. 

5. Commercial Catalog Model--Your sim will be showcasing the newest collections by the most popular stores, like Sim Navy and JC Simmy.  $50/hr.  Skills: Charisma 4, Fitness 4 Mood: Confident M T W - F S -

6. Fitness Model-- Fitness is the name of the game here. Your sim must continue to sculpt his/her body to perfection in order to sell the newest workout gear and sports drinks.  $65/hr.  Skills: Charisma 5, Fitness 7 Mood: Energetic M T W T - S - 

7. Social Media Model-- Your sim's face is getting popular online! He/she will be modeling the hottest makeup, jewelry, and clothing through various social media platforms like Simstagram.  $80/hr.  Skills: Charisma 7 Mood: Confident - - W - F S S 

8. Music Video Model-- Who wouldn't want to be a model in a famous music video? Your sim must hone in their dance skills so they don't embarrass themselves in front of the musical superstars.... $90/hr.  Skills: Charisma 8, Dancing 3 Mood: Confident M T - T F S - 9. Television Model-- Television! Your sim will be featured on all sorts of commercials, from clothing and perfume, to cookware and living room furniture. $130/hr.  Skills: Charisma 10 Mood: Confident M T W - F S -

10. Coversim-- The ultimate goal! Your sim is on every grocery store magazine rack, dishing the newest gossip about his/her love life, as well as modeling the hippest designs. Congrats, superstar!  $300/hr.  Mood: Confident M T W - F S - 

High Fashion Model track: This track is for the serious fashionista. In order to gain celebrity as a high fashion model, your sim must be both gorgeous and interesting, as well as charismatic and athletic. Reaching the end of this track means worldwide fame and luxury! 5. Swimsuit Model-- Swimsuit models are photographed even in the winter months, so this isn't just for fun! Your sim must be in excellent shape to make it as a swimsuit model.  $55/hr.  Skills: Charisma 5, Fitness 6 Mood: Flirty M T W - F S - 

6. Lingerie Model-- No room for shy sims here! Upscale lingerie is a mega-money-making business, so only the most alluring sims will be successful.  $75/hr.  Skills: Charisma 6, Fitness 8 Mood: Flirty M T W - F S - 

7. Fashion Catalog Model-- High-end fashion is extremely expensive, so the stakes are high. Your sim must continue to perfect his/her body and personality in order to sell these interesting-looking clothes in the highest end fashion magazines.  $90/hr.  Skills: Charisma 7, Fitness 9 Mood: Confident M T - T F S -

8. Runway Model--Don't trip! All eyes are on your sim as he/she struts their stuff on the catwalk. Sims watching and cameras flashing can be nerve-wracking for even the most confident sim, but this is a necessary step in order to become a supermodel.  $120/hr. Skills: Charisma 8, Fitness 10 Mood: Confident - T W - F S S 

9. Editorial Model--Sim Vogue. Your sim is on the cover, looking fierce as fierce can be! Your sim is the epitome of a style icon, and everyone is looking at him/her for style inspiration.  $300/hr.  Skills: Charisma 10 Mood: Confident M T W - F S -

10. International Supermodel--Traveling the world for fashion shows? Check. Hosting reality style shows? Check. Getting paid to be famous? Check. Your sim is THE top model, as long as a newer, hotter thing doesn't come around.  $450/hr. Mood: Confident M - W - - S - 

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3- Social Services Career Mod by missmani09

This is a great mod if your interested in having your sim work in social services for a backstory or maybe its just what you mapped out they would be in your head. Here are some of the creator's notes about this mod;

Social Serivices:

1) Clerical Staff Extra Help  -Responsible for copying and filing documents, sorting documents

2) Administrative Specialist I  -answer phones, answer client's questions, file, sort

3) Administrative Specialist II -Key application, answer telephones, work front desk window correspond emails

4) Administrative Specialist Supervisor  Supervise all clerical staff ensure front desk runs smoothly ensure applications are keyed correctly ensure office machinery is working properly assign staff job duties

------------------------------------------------------------ ---(AA) ---- Division of Sim County Operations ------- ----------------------------------------------------------

5A) Program Eligibilty Specialist I  - SNAP Process Sim food stamp program applications.  Interview & verify resources Assist homeless sims Determine eligibilty for supplemental nutrition program

6A) Program Eligbiliy Specialist II Process sim program applications Determine eligibilty for Sim daycare voucher applications Determine eligibilty for supplemental nutrition program

7A) Family Health Care Case Manager  -Family Medicaid Process Sims' medicaid applications.  Determine medical coverage eligibilty for Sims including  Working Sims' medical coverage, SimKids Care A or SimKids Care B

8A) Aged Sim Health Care Case Manager  Process Aged, Retired, and Disabled elder sims' medicare applications Determine disability 

9A) Sim Social Services County Administrator  oversee especific sim world in which sim currently lives

10A) Sim Social Services National Director  oversee all sim worlds

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---(BB) Division of Child Protective Services -------------------------------------------------------------- job is to protect and ensure the health, safety, and well being off all sim children.

5B) Child Protective Service Worker  Visit homes. Provide struggling parents with resources and tools to become effective parents. Remove children from home if necessary to the  childs health & safety

6B) Child Abuse&Neglect Investigator  visit homes. on call rotation investigate suspected sim child neglect/abuse that comes into the hotline issue warnings to parent's who a nearing neglectful standards Remove children from home if necessary to the  childs health & safety

7B) Foster Care Case Manager  On call rotation. Manage Sim children's cases who have been removed from their home due to neglect/abuse. write extensive case notes

8B) Adoption Specialist  process adoption applications. match waiting foster children and  place into adoptive home

9B) Sim County CPS Supervisor Oversee foster care and CPS case managers 

10B) Sim CPS National Director 

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4- Psychologist Career mod by Kittyblue

This is career mod is actually my favorite for storytelling! In this mod there are two branches which are Counseling Psychology and Forensic Psychologist.

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5- Tattoo Artist Career mod by MesmericSimmer

I love this one so much, mainly because I want one of my sim's backstory to include this career. They have this career option for both adults and teens!

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[ramblingsfromthytruly]

everybody shut up and imagine nobleflower and quillkiller beginning AFTER andromeda runs away with ted (no don't ask me about timelines and shit !!)

like narcissa was the way too uppity-uppity quiet one, and bellatrix was just TOO MUCH in every aspect and andromeda was balance. she was the fun, the glue, the life of the party, the charmer, the golden girl! and she left!! and both narcissa and bellatrix felt betrayed. (imagine they were all still hogwarts age atp even if it doesn't make sense ty) she left for a muggle-born no less! narcissa misses the balance and freedom hanging out with andromeda gave her. the only times she could be a kid. enter: alice. she has a similar personality, she's fun and isn't a sickler for the rules but she isn't TOO MUCH either. she's perfect for narcissa <3

and ritaaaa (in my head she's a bit less of a bitch when she's at hogwarts cuz her bitchiness in hp is the kind that is built through years of being a smart & cunning woman climbing ladders). she's the cooler fire that andromeda was to bellatrix. her anchor. the one who doesn't tell her to calm down but directs her muchiness to smth that feels better.

note: i don't think they actually SEE andromeda in alice & rita but rather the personality and the peace they felt. their grief of losing their sister is totally different but with the black family being all yk.. them.. bits of emotional incest and obsession wouldn't be a surprise.

it took them both a long time to actually see alice & rita as INDIVIDUALS rather than concepts (longer for bellatrix)

but the thing is nobleflower was actually sweet!! their only issue was the timings, the war, etc.. narcissa wasn't a hardcore blood purist - did she believe in that shit? yes cuz that's all she knew growing up. but she's the typa person to not get too obsessed with anything. she doesn't commit to any of it - that includes idealogies. so just a bit of exposure would have done the trick - in another universe sighhh. but yeah narcissa wasn't one to get too attached - she above all, valued security, not one for passionate romances either. so yeah she sneaked around with alice a lot but ultimately she wasn't willing to risk leaving her family's protection. and alice wasn't willing to be the mistress of some death eater's wife so they parted ways a few months after graduation ://

BUT quillkiller holy shittt they INVENTED TOXIC YURI!!! rita is very very sneaky and manipulative and gets answers out of ppl just so - and bellatrix was one of her fav + earliest test subjects <3 (bellatrix did not like that she was being manipulated nuh uh) (she also used to manipulate her back) they made each other cry so harddd all the time bro. they had very hot make up sex <3 but it was like only i can hurt you, i'll hurt anyone who hurts you tho. they wouldn't have lasted in any universe cuz they would've grown to DETEST each otherr

do not come after me pls i will cry ik this doesn't make sense but bro im just yapping idkkk </33

[doodlenoodleboi]

Hiii, could you possibly write some headcanons for Nakedtoaster from Blooming Panic with a s/o that often cosplays?

NakedToaster head cannons for cosplayer significant other.

Tw: random tags for exposure (since I’m somehow getting hate for tags just ignore it if it’s not your kinda content. The tags for less known media are not often followed because the fandom is practically dead), SFW

◦ Being a cosplayer is very time extensive, making your own props, the costume and everything else.

◦ Toasty does try his best to help you when he can with these time extensive cosplays. Whether it be bringing your food while you do your project, Or trying to a glue a fake hairline to a character wig.

◦ He would be very excited if you cosplayed a character from one of the video games he plays. (Final Fantasy)

◦ If you’re POC and get a lot of backlash for your cosplay online best believe he has xyx troll those people.

◦ When dealing with your ex (that is if you have one or if we are talking about what happened in blooming panic.) he would definitely send the guy a virus if he ever try to get in contact with you in a way that could be negative.

◦ Toasty has nice silky soft hair even with the damage it has with stained from possible dyes. (I hope he is a natural blond so the roots don’t look too bad)

◦ He is heavily supportive of your cosplaying, especially as a guy that likes video games. (probably would like anime as well.)

◦ As his girlfriend you either like video games before dating him or he does eventually get you interested in it.

◦ Not gonna lie for a good chunk of your relationship you’re definitely gonna come off as the gamer girl type. Cosplay + video games + anime? What more could the guy ask for. (whether it’s that pink aesthetic type or I just happened to like all those things type)

◦ He would definitely try to pay for your cosplay and video games, of course given the fact that you guys do share an interest.(If it’s your hobbies)

◦ If you do cosplay as a job, he would find that really cool, he might even have some requests. (Literally any Final Fantasy character.)

◦ Yes, this is not really a headcanon, but I think Toasty would look good in Sephiroth cosplay and probably would be a little too excited to actually be in character if you ever made a cosplay for him.

◦ In his office or whatever a lot of your cosplay prompts are there for decoration or you made them for him things like cloud strife’s sword.

◦ If he had interest in a show or a new game he’d probably want you to watch it with him if he found a character that he thought you could cosplay well.

◦ Toast is definitely a monster energy consumer and definitely offers you some when you’re working on long projects of cosplaying.

◦ Toast is 29 after all get him one of those flower pillows for his gamer chair or the cat paw one. I know his posture is bad.

◦ Also, something else that’s not quite a head canon, but something I can relate to an extent. When doing something repetitive for a long time you tend to watch something. Like when I’m doing my hair and braids that take hours on end I watch gaming videos. I feel like his cosplayer significant other would watch him play video games while they decided to hot glue or sew ruffles on a skirt or something.

◦ Truly, out of the two of you toast is definitely going out gammer girl you with his strawberry blonde hair and PC set up.

Sorry this was a bit short!

[sordidmusings]

Buggy Headcanon: Comforting his partner on their appearance

A/N: headcanons requested by anon! Thank you for the request this one was really sweet. I hope it's what you wanted and I hope that you’ve been having better days ❤️

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: afab!reader (they/them pronouns), slight thirst for a bullet there but nothing explicit, gets very sappy but thats my shit so if you don't like it get ready to square up 😤

Get a dose of some love 🤍!!

~ ~ ~ ••• ✦✦✦ ••• ~ ~ ~

Buggy is your biggest fan, just like you are his

He’s always letting you know how highly he thinks of you, whether that be with compliments (usually crude or goofy ones), clinging to you (you’ve heard of velcro dogs, let me introduce you to Gorilla glue Buggy), and touching you with either reverence or greed

Most often, he'll try to take your mind off of it by joking around and acting dramatic

He'll let out an offended gasp. "You're insulting my favorite person in the whole wide world?? TAKE IT BACK."

He'll collapse onto the nearest surface, throwing the back of his hand to his forehead like a true thespian, and bemoan, "My love - my sweet, wonderful, breathtaking love - is the greatest fool. Grab the hat and shoes; they're saying they're ugly again."

"Uh, yeah, but you know what that's perfect for??" *blows raspberry on it*

The reverent touches come in best to ease your difficult days - the way that he traces eyes and fingers across you with awe makes it hard to disbelieve his attraction. He’s learned from your brushes and kisses on his nose that the best balm for insecurities is unflinching affection. 

He loves you deeply and that extends to all of you. Everyone has their favorite pieces of each other of course, but the few parts that he had started out indifferent to (due to his distraction towards your highlighted features) had also gained a rosy sheen because they’re yours.

There was a particularly bad day you had where no sweet words or cuddling would break through your low mood. He had you tell him every one of your insecurities so he could caress each of them with loving hands and tender kisses. You felt much more content at the end; he had proven that not a feature on you would have him hesitate or flinch away. It was quite the opposite actually - he fell in love with you more with each emotional wound you trusted to his care, and he only saw you as more beautiful as you in your totality came into focus before his eyes.

The greedy part of him takes any chance to squeeze at you. A lot of the time it's playful - a passing slap to your ass, a pinch at your waist before he jumps away laughing, a palm at your breast enjoying the feel as he moves by. But there are times where it’s more insatiable - a hungry mouth pressed against breasts and stomach and hips and thighs, grasping fingers sinking into soft skin along with nipping teeth.

While he isn’t the most comfortable with sentimental words, he is actually really great with them. They always hold more weight to you, because he saves them for when you need to understand the truth of his feelings.

It’s not that he never says affectionate things - “There’s my showstopper!”, “So pretty”, “That’s perfect, sweetcheeks” and “Love you, little star” were very common in your life - but he avoided waxing poetic because it made him feel vulnerable.

This is partly due to the exposure he feels at stating such emotions after fiercely shielding anything that could be hurt behind steel plating, partly because this is you so any rebuff could break him (he worries about this not because he questions your devotion, but because he questions his worth), and partly because he fears that his words and feelings are stupid and inane, especially in the face of your own troubles

His own devotion has him push past those fears, because he would do anything to see you at peace or happy and smiling.

After a day of playing, teasing, working, and loving with each other, you still found yourself bending under the weight of the negative voice in your thoughts. Buggy had noticed the sorrow dragging down your features and felt his own heart ache.

The transition to bed was slower than usual to make time for him to keep distracting you with gentle touches, delicate kisses, and helping hands easing your tasks.

You found yourself bundled in your favorite sleepwear and cradled against his chest. You had choked up a bit when he knew to choose these clothes for you and helped you change into them. Buggy may come off as only brash and chaotic a lot of the time, but he diligently saved away any information he could about you, using it to love you better.

When the comforting pressure of his arms, the soft swipes of his hands on your skin, and the lulling warmth of his body underneath you had replaced any harsh thoughts, you began slipping into a peaceful slumber.

Buggy noticed you moving on to dreams so he gifted you one last promise to take with you.

“I would take my chances with the depths of the sea to fall at your feet and worship every piece of you.”

@fanaticsnail tagging as requested ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

[silencedrowns]

This is why you need to be careful with E6000 fumes!!!!!

I used E6000 (outside, and with a mask!) to glue down a skin top piece on a wig I’m working on, instead of my normal UHU glue, because I really wanted the flexibility you get from using E6000 for my own physical comfort. I didn’t put anything in between the wig and the foam head because I knew I wouldn’t actually be getting glue on the foam.

Anyway, I left it outside to cure for 24 hours and upon further checking, the fumes were trapped a bit due to there being no air circulation where the skin top piece was, and this caused the foam to melt as pictured.

I routinely see people using E6000 inside without a mask and just complaining that “it smells”. This is a good example of how toxic it can actually get.

E6000 will in fact glue nearly anything to nearly anything and dry flexibly, but it is an absolute toxic nightmare chemical. E6000 is known to cause anything from short term vomiting due to acute toxicity to literally cancer if you’re overly exposed. Please! Read the safety sheets! Minimize your exposure! Don’t work with it without a respirator! If you can use anything else that’s less toxic, use something else that’s less toxic! E6000 should be reserved only for when you actually need its properties and even then should be treated like the terrifying chemical death generator it is. Those fumes are the smell of brain cell death and poison. The headache you get from it is from the cell damage it is causing. Don’t listen to crafters online who rhinestone with entire tubes of this in their living rooms! This is A SCARY FREAKING SUBSTANCE!

I’m worried in particular about how much the cosplay community jumps to e6000 over literally anything else without realizing that while it’s sold next to delightfully non toxic substances like tacky glue and UHU all purpose, this glue is extremely toxic and will in fact hurt you. Please make sure you think before you use this and warn your friends how scary it is!

[ragesingoddess]

sharing a wip of something I've been writing for god knows how long now, hoping somehow exposure will convince me to actually finish it

"That night, Todd dreams of Neil.

Dreaming of Neil is something that although he'd never dare to admit, he's rather accustomed to. Having to sleep in the same room as Neil every night is more torturous than one would think. Neil's presence has a charming tendency to fill the corners of every room he is in, impossible to ignore or shake off. And for some reason that he still can't quite explain, that ability seemed to extend to the the subconscious part of Todd's brain because for as long as him and Neil have been sharing a room he can't fucking stop dreaming about him.

The dreams are not always about Neil- most of the time he is just there, his presence as warm and steady as it always is in the real world. He is there in good dreams and in nightmares and he always vanishes just a few seconds before Todd shakes himself awake.

He dreams about Neil drowning. They're in the lake just outside Wellton and Todd is sitting in the pier just like he's done hundreds of times before. They lake is not deep but Neil keeps saying that he can no longer swim and no matter how much Todd screams or tries to help him his hands keep staying glues against his sides, unable to reach out to help his friend from vanishing.

He wakes up with palms clenching the wrinkly bedsheets, and even if his eyes were not already stained with tears, the freshly washed sheets would be enough to break him, so foreign and carrying nothing of Neil's scent that he's tried so hard to etch into his memory.

.

Dear Todd,

I sincerely hope you are all holding up well. Tell the rest of the boys to rest easy; I'm sure no one Hellton manages to hire will torment them more that I did just to pass English.

I'm returning to London the following week, and although goodbyes (to both people and places) are always heavy to bear, the air of possibility hums pleasantly around me. There's always more to see, always new things to experience. No matter how much pain we endure, how hopeless we may find ourselves feeling the birds will sing in the morning and winter will  always gently give way to spring. The thought brings me some shallow comfort; I hope it can lift a weight off of you, too.

I tried writing to Mr. Perry but I've never received a response. I never expected to, in any case. My thought are always with him, and with you.

When you see him tell him I send him my kindest regards and my sincerest apologies.

If you have a bit more time, tell him he needs to cling on life like a starved man. Tell him he needs to cradle his life and all of its miseries and joys in his hands and tuck them painfully back into his chest and try to spill out nothing. Tell him he needs to understand how precious and lonely and incredible it is to be a living thing that exists under the sun and gets to experience the world with all of its pain and all of its glory.

Our lives are poems, chaste and precious. We need to hold the crumbled, messy pages of our hearts and remind ourselves that art will always be better than emptiness.

I hope you are still writing poetry. Keep writing even when it feels hopeless, even when it makes you sad. There's salvation in language. My advice is to try and remember.

Don't think of me too often. I guess I already said I've always struggled with goodbyes,

John Keating.

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Todd carefully slips the latter back into the envelope and tucks it between the pages of his chemistry book where he knows no one will look for it. His mind keeps on replaying Keatings words over and over until they threaten to lose meaning.

Tell him he needs to cling on life like a starved man.

He thinks back to the Neil he met the first day he arrived in Wellton. The one with the bright smiles that showed all his teeth. He tries to associate that image with Neil's broken face after the play, the face that he only got a glimpse of before his father shoved him into a car but the face that haunts him every time he closes his eyes.

Neil always hated talking about his father. Whenever Todd would try to get him to open up Neil would just laugh dismissively and brush the topic off, bringing the conversation back to Shakespeare and study groups or whatever poet he'd been reading about this month. And selfishly Todd would let him, too drunk on the sweet ring of Neil's voice, too in love with the way his eyes lit up whenever he talked about his passions. He thought he was keeping him happy.

But now can't help thinking about how he should have tried harder, how he should have been able to see through Neil's softest smiles, how he should have never been that fooled by the image Neil liked presenting of himself. How he should have held him tighter instead of flinching away from his touch like it burnt him. How it would have been preferable for him to burn than have Neil lose the childish awe with which he saw the world.

The window on the room is open and he lets the wind run softly against his hair, tries to remind himself to even his breathing out before he's too caught up in his own head again.

He gets up from his bed and grabs a notebook, takes a pencil from his desk and then sits down again. His hand hovers above the page for a while, indecisive but when he pressed against the paper his moments are firm.

Incomplete list of  reasons life is worth clinging into [...]

[slepdepriv]

Apparently having most of your mass melt off from prolonged sun exposure is bad for your health! Who knew? Luckily, Kerfur is happy to help me glue the pounds of flesh back on!

[breathing-rapture]

Hi Shiloh!

I found this doe skull by the highway while cleaning up litter recently. Due to her location, I assume she was hit by a vehicle. As you can see, she's pretty damaged from such prolonged sun exposure. She's completely dry and clean of any flesh, but she does have a fair bit of this (totally desiccated) papery material in the crevices. Due to how fragile the skull already is I'm hesitant to try and remove this material. This is the first bone I've found and I wanted to 1. show off my find and 2. ask if I should attempt to remove any of this, or leave it be. The most I did was pick out a couple fur clumps from between the teeth, and even that wiggled them so much I worry to do any more.

OHHH WHAT A PRETTY GAL!!! Sun exposure is a double edged sword… making the bones weak, but also making your cleaning job a lot easier. I honestly would leave her more-less as is!

The papery material (if I’m seeing things correctly) is part of the deer’s nasal bone structure. I’ll add some photos of examples from my own collection for reference- but it is indeed bone! So no need to worry about removing it unless you want to. I usually just take some tweezers to pull out any leaves/ moss/ fur/ other debris, rinse it out and leave it at that (since the structures are so delicate 😅).

For the wiggly teeth, I’d be inclined to glue them in place, but that’s also up to preference! It just makes delicate skulls less nerve wracking to handle for me lol

Visual ref of what I thiiiiink I’m seeing in your image (third image specifically. The others just show off the larger structure)

[pixelatepunk]

omg diy pin tutorial

I’ve been making these pins/magnets for a few months now. I get a lot of compliments on them, and people are surprised to hear I make them myself. They’re pretty easy (but pretty work intensive), the materials are cheap, and they’re surprisingly durable. Sticking to materials I’ve had success with here, but there’s definitely flexibility.

Starting with these 1” unfinished wood squares. Paint them or don’t, the unfinished wood effect can also be cool but you’ll have to be extra diligent sealing them later on. Quick tip: make a stack of squares so you can paint all the sides simultaneously. Break apart the stack between coats so they don’t get too glued together.

Get a print of your designs. Size the file so that your designs are just barely bigger than your tiles. I recommend a professional glossy photo print. Drug store printing quality control is super shaky and I’ve found that Walgreens prints tend to blur over time with exposure to the resin that we use later on. I go to a small local fine art printing place. I recommend using a file with borders so they don’t clip your edges.

Chop chop.

Glue photos on (the porosity of wood is really your friend here) (I use Modge Podge) and trim any excess edges and corners. Unless the edges of your pic or your tile are white, you’re gonna wanna paint the edges of the photo. Makes a huge difference.

Make sure you’re working on a level surface. VERY level. Like, get a level. Mix and pour resin over the photos, covering them fully. I’m using Unicone Art, which I haven’t seen any yellowing with and barely any bubbles. 1 tsp is enough for 10-15 pins.

Standard dry time for this resin is one day. I would recommend waiting a full three, because this next bit is pretty harsh.

(I’ve also sealed some photos with modge podge on top. I find the resin easier and more aesthetic)

Glue on your pin or magnet or idk maybe you wanna glue on something else, whatever. I use clear gorilla glue, which requires a few hours of clamping/weight to properly dry. Easy enough with flat magnets, pins are trickier. I have been using a carefully balanced hammer.

(you can also glue stuff on before you pour the resin, which reduces the risk of damaging the resin! however this does make leveling trickier)

After that’s done, you’ll want to seal the exposed wooden surfaces (I use Modge Podge, 3-5 coats). This is more critical on pins than magnets: not sure why, but the sealed pins are waaay less likely to snap off.

ok have fun 👍

[interludered]

Beginning of The End

Alpha!Vampire Satoru x Alpha!Vampire Suguru

t/w minor character death, gore, descriptions of violence, arranged marriage, murder

word count: 1.9k

a/n an rp reply from an arranged marriage au of stsg. please excuse any mistakes, this is sorta of a heavy read.

The scent that permeates through the air would often make someone sick to their stomach, threatening violent fits of nausea and often begging for forgiveness in the form of vomit making its way past teeth, tongue, and lips. The aroma of burning flesh and hair. The human body has an undeniable scent, one so specific that anyone could pick it from that of another mammal. 

The lack of remorse in Suguru’s face as he wraps the silver chain around his father's neck and tugs is nothing short of alarming. The way the silver burns deeply into his palms poses no deference from the act, only determination to finish the job. 

The Totalitarian Prince was despotic in nature. Raised to be apposite, eliminating those who disturbed the desire. Family was nothing when it came to power, and besides, this is what his Father would have wanted. He’s sure that his seat in Hell is warm and inviting when he sits on it.

He isn’t sure exactly where it started, the power-crazed methodology he began to pursue, perhaps it was born into the bloodline. A destiny for those before him, each one failing. Maybe it was the private tutor lessons that taught him about royalty and kingdoms, or perhaps the declarations of war that landed on his Father’s throne throughout the years, all left for an impressionable Suguru to find. Maybe it was the dueling and consistent burns left by teachers, silver scorching his skin with each slice. The threats of vampire hunters are consistent in their assassination attempts. Maybe it was the night of meaningless sex just for him to have a blade go through his stomach in the middle of the night. Maybe, the burden of the Kingdom; of untrustworthy suitors and courting; of strict rules implemented by his Father; of harsh conditioning to claiming to prepare him; of sitting on the throne next to his Father his whole life; perhaps watching his mother die, forced to live out her human life and leaving him behind. It would also be feasible to assume the bittersweet taste of freedom that power guaranteed him. 

Conceivably, he finds himself walking quietly from one side of the castle to the other. The silver chain he holds, wrapped in thick wefts of silk, lays heavily in his hand as he begins. He knows his Father is sleeping, and hears his snores that echo loudly down the hall despite the double doors that lock him away. He makes no attempt to be quiet, the squeal the doors release echoes loudly down the hall into his own corridors to haunt him. A scar is required for untouchability. He remains deadpanned as he wraps the silver around his bare hands, the immediate sear of his skin creating a scent he had grown accustomed to. He kicks the door behind him shut.

It was barely a few seconds before he eagerly wrapped the chain around his neck, crossed neatly at the nape. His foot bore its weight between the shoulder blades of the struggling form beneath him. The screams deafen the walls, only for them to come to a halt as he jerks upwards, chain slipping to knot around the pieces of the spine that protrude from the decapitated figure below him. Cerise, a viscous liquid paints his skin as arteries protest their inevitable exposure. He watches it seep and glue itself to the carpet, hardwood, and cement surrounding him. Suguru wonders how long it will take for the maids to wash out stains, or if burning them would be a better solution. 

The Getou Prince takes his foot off the back of the man, wrapping the dripping chain back inside its silken case—his own hands holding the evidence and branded wounds, laid deep into his palms where he wrapped the weapon around. 

He flexed his hands to regain mobility before pursuing the door, opening it to find a terrified maid threatening to knock on hollow doors. She freezes with her hand in mid-air, chest level with the towering vampire. Getou stares blankly at her for a moment before bringing her hand to his lips to press a kiss against her knuckles, charing her skin with blood that isn’t his. Her scent was sickly sweet, the vulnerability of an Omega human, it nulled all senses he had as he leaned into her ear to whisper an eulogy of “Thank you,” before pressing fevered kisses onto her jaw and onto her jugular and sinking large canines into it. Her screams turned into wet gargling, falling silent as he drained her of all she had to offer. Her body hit the ground with a THUMP, what little was left emanated from her throat. He steps over the body of the young girl, letting the trickle of blood run along his sharp jaw to slip down his own throat. A mocking form of sinister ministry. His own ichor leaks where her nails broke the skin, but they heal within minutes. 

By the time he made it to his own courter, locking himself behind heavy wooden doors, weeping and screams became his lullaby as he drifted to sleep.

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Suguru Getou held the record for most kills within the Kingdom during his first 3 days of ruling. He also held the title of “Most Wanted” by more than one clan of vampire killers. In his opinion, he should get a trophy. It was an honor to hold the title, often viewing them as pesky gnats he shooed away with his hand. Though in his first few days of ruling, he found letters his Father kept from him, between him and a neighboring rule. Gojo read proudly at the top of the page, larger than any of the other words. His eyes widen as he looks over the page. From what he remembered, their families were rivals at best. So imagine his surprise when he receives an invitation, as well as a marriage proposal. The Gojo clan was one—if not the strongest around, their territory abundant. Getou decided he had a few weeks of homework which he promptly started on.

Within the next few weeks, he informed the King of the Gojo Clan that his father had tragically been assassinated by one of the vampire killer groups. He also informed them the rising number of deaths in his Kingdom were groups associated with the killers and he was doing so to seek revenge in the name of the late King. He expressed his own mourning and great appreciation that he sees Suguru as a fit for his son. Quickly dismissing that Alpha, although looked down upon, can be mated together and he could ensure that his son was in great hands and the opportunity was something he was forever in debt to. It also helped that Suguru was willing to end the line of Getou’s in order to take the Gojo name. For now, at least. 

Which brings him to now, carefully seated in a dark oak chair, opposing the Gojo King, swooning him easily with words he spoke so delicately into the air. His rich indigo hair was tied half-up with pieces falling to frame his face. The blood-red of his clothes complimented his fair complexion and radiated amber eyes. He had been there for around an hour before hushed whispers of the prince began to circulate. Until then, he continued his chatter. 

“Why, my Lord, you have such a beautiful Kingdom. I hope in my own ruling I become as benevolent as you. Though, you as my guide I am sure to get there in no time.”

“Yes, your Majesty, I had an exquisite ride over. They truly are well-behaved, your imprint must’ve left them in good condition. You must pick your men with such a well-crafted hand.”

“Indeed, Sire, my father's death was tragic. The silver that wretched Killer used burned deep into my palms, cauterized them, and left me with scars. I am sure they will go away with time. Unfortunately, I was just too late. My own servants and maids were terrified. I simply cannot blame them.”

His last reply was accompanied by a furrowed brow and a shake of his head, faux concern etched into his features as he sighed, finally looking back up. As he does, his eyes catch on the bright-haired male who enters the room, his own gaze fixed upon him with deadly aim. Even as the King continues his jabber, Suguru can’t help the small smirk that appears on his face. He is hiding it with the glass he brings to his lips. When the King does recognize that his son appeared, he boasts proudly. The act of defiance he has to his father ignites something within Suguru. 

‘Oh,’ he thinks, setting his glass back on the table, relaxing further into his seat and crossing his legs. ‘This one has some bite.’

When Satoru first approaches him, Suguru makes no effort to indulge him. His descent was aggressive in nature, but Suguru has always enjoyed the rush of a challenge. After Satoru’s first words to him, he continues to ignore the presence he attempts to hold. Getou found it tedious and childish if anything, and the last thing he wanted was to make a scene in front of the one that actually mattered in this deal. 

After a few beats of silence, and twirling his ankle from the leg that rests on the other, he finally looks at him. Though far away, his looks were enthralling, he can’t deny that Satoru is considerably more handsome as he stalks closer. He holds some type of gravity that captivates even the strongest of minds with crystal-clear oceanic eyes and a piercing gaze. His own warmth is a direct contrast to the Alpha that looms over him. Satoru is alluring in the sense of beauty and mystery, a perfectly kept secret that not even the best could be tortured out of telling. 

The only problem is his mouth.

“Well, I would agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.” His voice is deepened slightly at the presence of the other Alpha, to be expected. Though his words come out lazily, if not amused by the other’s actions. If anything, Suguru sinks further into the chair, filling it out in his own defiance. “There are 24 other chairs at this table, surely you would be able to sit in one of those just as properly as this one. If you want to sit positioned at the head of the table…well, that can be arranged with a proper show of manners.” 

His own words are picked out with his own careful deciphering, followed by the raise of an eyebrow. To rub salt in the wound he hopes to filet Satoru with, Suguru adds: “Besides, I’m rather comfortable.” He displays with a spread of his legs, and a release of his scent. 

An initial smokey caramel fragrance makes its way through the air, seeping out of his skin. Part of it was to mark the chair, but the biggest part was to gauge Satoru’s reaction. Although humanoid in form, alpha’s animalistic nature could not be denied. It was buried underneath layers of concrete for some, only to rip apart and explode suppressed anger, and for others, they had learned to embrace it, understand it, and value both its pros and cons. As his scent fades, it leaves behind the smell of burning wood and something faintly herbal. Out of the corner of his eyes, he can see a few Omega’s wipe their heads around to look at the source.