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ahkaahshi · 4 years

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steadfast [miya osamu x reader]

pairing: miya osamu x fem reader + miya atsumu x reader x suna rintarou

genre: smut (18+)

warning(s): explicit sexual content, group sex (threesome), cuckolding, dirty talk, swearing, praise, daddy kink, deep throating, squirting, brief mentions of jealousy, and just a lil bit of that competitive spirit ya know?

word count: 4.3k

overview: after years of witnessing suna and atsumu shamelessly flirting with his girlfriend, he decides to give them one chance to change her mind knowing damn well she won’t.

By nature, Osamu is observant. Few things escape his attention, whether it’s trace amounts of ice cream disappearing from his tub in the freezer or the longing look you always give him moments before you press your lips against his in an affectionate kiss. Though he wants to pay full attention to the intense game of Super Smash Bros.a few of his former teammates are playing, he can’t help but let his eyes wander to your form as you shuffle into the kitchen to grab another beer. It’s not for you, but for his twin brother who places a lingering touch against the small of your back upon accepting it.

To the untrained eye, the action would appear as a gesture of appreciation and nothing more. But Osamu understood his brother well enough to know that he’d always had a habit--or intention, rather--of being handsy with you. His dark, stone-colored gaze quickly flicks back to the game on the television, however, when you saunter over to him to lean down and place a gentle kiss against his temple.

“Need anything, babe?” you ask, (e/c) eyes tracing over the handsome features of your boyfriend’s face.

He shakes his head and assures you, “Just ‘cause this is our place, don’t mean ya hafta play hostess, y’know.”

“I know,” is your cheerfully spoken response before you turn your attention to the chaos unfolding on-screen. “Damn, who knew Kita-san was good at video games?”

Aran, who overhears your comment, laments, “Not me. This guy acts like it’s his first time holdin’ a controller ‘nd then proceeds to give us an ass-beatin’!” That deceptively sweet smile you’d seen many times before soon spreads across Kita’s lips as he casts it in your direction. Moments later, you notice his chosen character catapult Aran’s off the side of the screen, making the man sigh and hand his controller over to a somewhat unsettled-looking Ren.

The exchange makes you laugh, and your amusement quickly spreads to Osamu, who smiles as he pecks your cheek. “Why don’tcha come sit down, honey?” he suggests, patting his knee and slowly pulling you closer by giving your hand a gentle tug.

“Later. I’m gonna go talk to Rin real quick.”

Giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze, you back away and dart past the television to where Suna’s standing on the balcony outside. Osamu doesn’t miss the lazy grin that tugs at the corners of his friend’s mouth when you greet him and seat yourself on the chair beside him. Though he’s noticed how much of your attention Suna must’ve been aiming to steal away the entire evening, he doesn’t comment or intervene. Instead, he sends a sideways glance at Atsumu, who plops down on the couch beside him, pops another sliver of pickled plum into his mouth that Kita brought with him, and returns his attention to the game onscreen.

It’s not until later that he decides to speak on the issue, when everyone’s left the informal team reunion but Atsumu and Suna. As you’re scanning the apartment for any trash that may have been forgotten—though there’s not much to find since Kita and Aran scolded anyone who so much as left their drink unattended—you find yourself tripping over the rug sprawled across the wooden floor. Atsumu, who’s seated on the couch nearby, avoiding any tasks associated with cleaning up while tapping through his own Instagram story, quickly extends his arms towards you to steady you as you stumble towards him.

Feeling his hands on your hips and hearing him say, “Careful, there, girly,” brings a rush of heat to your neck and face.

“Thanks, ‘Tsumu!” you chirp quickly, pushing yourself away from the couch with haste.

“Anytime, hon,” is his nonchalant response. Normally, you wouldn’t think much of it because he’d developed a habit of giving you affectionate names over the years you’d known him, but, in this situation, his reply has you glancing over your shoulder at Osamu. Though he remains silent and focused on the task at hand, that quiet but dominating presence of his is intense. You know his brother’s actions are hardly going unnoticed, so you hustle into the kitchen to start cleaning the dishes Kita had neatly piled in your sink—which you’d had to practically beg him not to clean for you by insisting that he was your guest.

Osamu’s dark gaze narrows at his brother in a silent warning once you’re occupied again. Atsumu, being competitive and provocative as ever, simply raises an eyebrow at him as a challenge. However, both their attention soon snaps to you when they hear you and Suna snickering about something that must’ve been just hilarious while he helps take care of the dishes. Jealousy isn’t an emotion Osamu’s entirely used to, seeing as he’s always been secure in his relationship with you, but knowing the types of things his friend and his brother have said about you in confidence before the two of you started dating makes a flicker of it burn within him.

Finally, he speaks, not even attempting to hide the curtness to his tone when he questions, “Why don’t the two of ya just fuck ‘er already?”

The silence that befalls the house following his outburst is deafening, and you freeze in your act of handing Suna another plate to stick in the dishwasher. The three of you collectively turn your gazes to him, though theirs clearly portray an intrigue to learn more about what he means.

“What’re ya sayin’ that for, ‘Samu?” Atsumu asks rather coyly, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees.

However, your boyfriend isn’t having any of his twin’s attitude tonight, since he retorts, “Don’t fuckin’ act like ya don’t know what I’m talkin’ about. I know you’ve been wantin’ her for years now. I see the way you both fawn over her whenever I bring ‘er around.”

“Baby…” you coo softly and dry your hands so you can approach him.

The daggers he sends sticking into you with a sharp glance in your direction stops you in your tracks, though, as do his words. “What? It’s not like yer doin’ anythin’ to stop it.”

You swallow thickly, your eyes sinking to the floor as shame wells up inside of you at the truth his statement holds. You had never intentionally flirted with either of them, but you hadn’t done anything to put an end to their advances. Even though Atsumu and Suna were close friends of yours—and had been since high school, when you’d first met them along with Osamu—you knew they’d both harbored feelings for you at some point over the years. Part of you didn’t stop them because you hadn’t wanted to think the worst, which was that they still had any remnants of desire for you when you were clearly in a committed relationship with Osamu.

However, as you look around and find yourself the subject of not one but three hungry sets of eyes, you realize that they’ve still been hunting you regardless of the fact. “’Samu, I—”

“Do ya wanna let ‘em fuck you?” he interrupts. The fire you can sense burning behind his ash-colored eyes robs you of a response, so he adds, in a softer tone, “’S okay if ya do.”

Atsumu chuckles, “Might not wanna give ‘er the chance since she might rethink her decision about who she chose.”

Without thinking, you shake your head diligently and argue, “I would never leave him.”

“So, is that a yes, then?”

As you take a moment to ponder his inquiry, you notice Osamu moving closer to you before he takes your face in his hands. Tenderly, he kisses your cheek and leans towards your ear so he can murmur, “Why don’tcha let ‘em live out their li’l pipe dream for one night, (f/n)? You’ve got nothin’ ta lose, since I’m the one who suggested it in the first place.” A slow, shuddering breath escapes your lips when he adds, “In fact, I want you to do it. Show ‘em a good time; hell, enjoy yourself too.” He lets his finger run over the gentle curves of your neck, sending tingles down your spine. “I hope they make you feel good—or at least try to, since I know there’s no way they’ll be able ta make you squirt like I can, pretty baby.”

His words quickly fill your core with heat, and you’re consenting with an enthusiastic nod without so much as another thought. A small smile ghosts across his lips for a moment before he gives you a gentle nudge in the direction of the hallway leading to your bedroom, silently telling you to lead the way. Even though your body’s abuzz with excitement at what you’ve willingly gotten yourself into, you can’t help but feel somewhat sheepish at being the subject of three intense gazes. Having them follow you down the narrow hallway makes it somewhat hard for you to breathe, but it’s not long before they’re finding more physical ways of taking your breath away.

Upon entering your bedroom, Atsumu’s the first to paw at your shirt, taking the soft fabric in his grip so he can pull it over your head. Your bra is unclasped moments later and tossed aside haphazardly before you’re pushed onto the bed. The suddenness of your body hitting the mattress makes you squeal, eliciting a low chuckle from Atsumu as he leans over you and captures your lips in a surprisingly tender kiss. While your eyes are closed, you can feel one set of fingers trailing lightly along your sternum while another pair of hands tugs at your pants before removing them, along with your embarrassingly wet panties.

“Mm,” Suna hums gently, pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh, “Soaked already?”

“Lemme feel.” The fingertips grazing the expanse of skin between your breasts soon travel down closer to your core, plunging inside and emerging coated in your essence. A soft whine escapes your mouth at the fleeting sensation of being somewhat filled, and you watch with half-lidded, (e/c) eyes as Atsumu slides his fingers into his mouth. “Just as sweet as I expected,” he comments before placing another passionate kiss against your lips so he can swipe his tongue along yours to give you a taste. “What did ‘Samu say that gotcha all worked up, honey?”

From where he’s sitting on a chair across from the bed, Osamu grunts, “None of yer damn business. And don’t call ‘er honey.”

Suna understands why Atsumu’s attempts at using this pet name for you are futile when he sees the way you clench around nothing at hearing it leave Osamu’s mouth. “’Samu,” you whimper softly and look in his direction. In spite of the way Suna and Atsumu’s hands feel against your skin, you’re still pining for the familiarity of your boyfriend’s touch. Eager to bring you back to the matter at hand, Atsumu turns your face back towards him and occupies your lips once more.

Meanwhile, Suna sets himself to running his fingers through your glistening folds and pleasuring your sensitive spot, making you moan into Atsumu’s mouth. When his digits venture inside of you, your hips instinctively buck against them, desperate for the thumb you know he’s intentionally keeping away from your clit. “Keep making those pretty sounds, baby,” Suna coaxes, using his free hand to palm his erection through his pants. Between him thrusting his long fingers into your core and Atsumu pinching your nipples with his, it’s not long before you feel the knot in your stomach threatening to come undone.

What pushes you closer to the edge is the smooth, wetness of Suna’s tongue dragging over your slit. “Rin!” you squeal, grinding your hips against his face to get as much contact with his mouth as you can. He squeezes your thighs gently, holding them in place over his shoulders where he kneels on the floor at the side of the bed. At hearing his name leave your mouth between kisses from Atsumu, he rewards your behavior by flattening his tongue against your clit and licking in broad stripes. Suddenly, a wave of ecstasy crashes over you, reducing you to a moaning mess as you cling onto Atsumu’s arms and squeeze Suna’s head between your thighs.

Your wanton cries have all three men in the room mesmerized. However, their awe quickly transforms into something more animalistic, and, in your ecstasy-induced haze, your body is nothing more than putty in their hands as they maneuver you into a different location and position on the bed. You’re vaguely aware of your own hands reaching for Atsumu’s shirt to remove it before unzipping his pants so his erection can spring free.

As you move closer to him to take his cock in your mouth, Atsumu grabs a fistful of your (h/l), (h/c) hair to keep you from doing so. “Oh, sweetheart, I love how eager you are to suck me off, but I’m dyin’ ta see whose cock you like better: mine or ‘Samu’s.” Osamu growls with irritation at this comment but feels his dick throb painfully at knowing what he’s about to witness. With that said, he relinquishes his grip on your strands of hair so that he can readjust your position, bringing you face to face with the tent in Suna’s pants.

This time, it’s him who’s threading his fingers amongst your locks, but with a much gentler and more affectionate grip than Atsumu’s, and his sandy-colored irises fasten on you as you work on unzipping his fly to give him some relief. If anything, knowing he’d just brought you to an orgasm with his mouth spurs you on to use yours so you can do the same for him. The way you eye his erection hungrily once you’ve freed it from the confines of his pants has him tugging your hair backwards to tilt your chin up towards him. He’s always wondered what it’s like to kiss those delicate lips of yours, and they look far too delectable—slightly swollen from Atsumu’s bruising kisses and glistening with the saliva he can see dripping off your tongue—for him to show any restraint now that he’s been given a free pass to do so.

“Are you gonna be good and take all of it?” he wonders, his mouth brushing against yours with each word. Your diligent nod earns you a deep kiss, and you moan into his mouth at the feeling of his tongue trailing along yours, carrying the taste of you. “Gonna drool all over my dick for me with that pretty, little mouth of yours?”

You’re barely able to let out a breathless, “Yes,” before his lips are over yours once more. But, just as quickly as his onslaught of kisses started, he’s pulling away and moving your head down south. Saliva collects in your mouth at the sheer size of him, and you cast him a demure glance up at him through your eyelashes as you lick a long trail from the base to the tip, causing a low groan to rumble in his throat.

At feeling the head of Atsumu’s cock teasing your sensitive clit, a whimper rolls off your tongue. “I’m gonna fuck this sweet, little pussy of yours so good, (f/n),” your boyfriend’s twin murmurs, his hands moving your hips so he can push the tip inside of you, “so you’d better take it like a good girl.”

“Don’t hurt ‘er, dumbass,” Osamu barks, the hand he has shoved down his sweatpants coming to a halt at the thought of your comfort being compromised by his brother’s greed and desire to show off. “She’s sensitive.”

“Oh?” Atsumu challenges as he inches more of his cock inside of you, making you remove your mouth from Suna’s dick to mewl loudly and drop your head towards the comforter. “It’s ‘cause yer not used to bein’ filled up are ya, sweetheart?” Another lascivious cry from you is stifled by the thick duvet when he snaps his hips against yours, sending himself deeper into your clenched core. “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of ya in all the ways ‘Samu can’t.”

Osamu’s face burns ever so slightly with humiliation and anger, but he finds he can’t tear his gaze away from the scene before him. He watches in silence as Atsumu’s fingers dig into the supple skin on your rear and snake around your hips, pulling you closer to him as he sheathes more of his cock in your greedy cunt. Then, his eyes are darting to where your pretty lips are wrapped around Suna’s dick, eyes gazing upwards at him in an affectionate manner that he thought was only reserved for himself.

He feels as if he should be enraged by the whole situation—by the way he’s being forced to sit and watch while his brother and his friend fuck your pussy and your mouth, respectively—but he isn’t. In spite of being excluded and having derogatory remarks thrown his way by Atsumu like daggers, he loves it. He loves every moan of their names that leaves your mouth because of how good they’re making you feel, as well as the hungry looks in their eyes at how good you’re making them feel. Because no matter what his twin says about how he’s “gonna make ya feel better than ‘Samu ever will,” he knows he’s wrong. In a scenario where Osamu should be the one feeling inferior, his ability not to lose sight of what he knows is the truth is what keeps the warmth burning in his stomach.

No matter how much you drool all over Suna’s cock while he thrusts deeply into your mouth, batting your eyelashes at him each time he sends a compliment your way, he knows whose pants you’re pulling down after he’s had a long day at work. Even as Atsumu’s hips snapping against yours reap a myriad of mewls or moans from your mouth that bring a self-satisfied smirk to his face, he’s confident that you’ll always be louder for him. Nobody knows how to treat you quite like Osamu does, and nobody knows how to fuck you like he does either.

So, as he slowly strokes himself off to the sight before him, he’s able to ignore the sting of every off-handed comment thrown his way and the sound of you begging Atsumu for more in the moments when Suna’s dick isn’t down your throat. He might as well let them have all the fun they want with you, seeing as it’ll be their last time doing so. He only intended to give them a taste of how good you are as a way of getting back at them for all of their shameless advances towards you in the first place. What’s better revenge than giving them something amazing that they can only remember, but never recreate? Nothing, he thinks.

“Lemme cum inside ya, pretty girl,” Atsumu coos, though his voice is raspy from his heavy breathing as he slams into you. Removing your mouth from Suna’s dick with a loud pop, you shake your head, making them both look at you with raised eyebrows. “Why not?” he asks.

Osamu nearly finishes on the spot when you whine, “Only ‘Samu can.”

Atsumu shoots his brother a withering look that he beats down with a smirk but obeys your wishes anyway. “Whatever ya want, princess,” he murmurs, placing a gentle kiss against your spine before continuing to thrust into you at a breakneck pace that has you crying out with ecstasy in no time.

Your breathy moans sending vibrations along Suna’s dick have him finishing inside of your mouth, and you swallow his seed as you sink into the bed once more. Atsumu’s hands keep your hips flush against his as he plunges into your spasming core until he can hardly take the sensations your body’s offering him anymore. Once it gets too much for him to handle, he obediently pulls out of you and cums on your back, spreading warmth along your skin and eliciting another whimper from you.

As you come down from your highs, you feel Suna’s long fingers stroke the side of your face affectionately, as if trying to communicate the praises he can’t find the words for. Meanwhile, Atsumu takes one last look at your back coated in his release before grabbing a tissue and cleaning you up. “So,” he mentions, interrupting himself to place a gentle kiss against the nape of your neck, “whaddya think? Did we change your mind?”

There’s not even a moment of hesitation before you shake your head and reiterate, “I’ll never leave him.” The soreness you feel settling into your body does nothing to quell the warmth in your belly, especially with the way Osamu’s gazing at you hungrily from his seat at the other end of the room. It’s almost as if your body moves by itself as you get up from the bed and shuffle over to him so you can seat yourself in his lap. “I want you, baby,” you breathe as your arms instinctively wrap around his neck.

A shit-eating grin appears on his lips as he places his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. You moan softly at the bulge in his pants pressing against your sensitive entrance as he mentions, loudly enough for the other men in the room to hear, “How cute. Even after getting’ fucked by them two, ya still only wanna be stuffed full of my cum, huh?”

“Please.” Your plea escapes you in a soft whine when he bestows a fleeting kiss against your lips. He hums into the tender skin on your neck, eyeing Suna and Atsumu over your shoulder while he does so as if to clearly convey to them who’s won this challenge. However, his silent gloating is soon put to an end when you wriggle your hips against his, move your face closer to his ear and beg, “Please, daddy.”

In an instant, he’s barking at Suna and Atsumu to get off the bed so he can push you down onto it. “So good for me, honey.” Osamu’s loving words have you clenching around nothing as he shoves off his sweatpants and positions himself at your entrance. “Shoulda never doubted ya. I know how much you love me, don’tcha, baby girl?” he muses, flooding you with heat once more.

��Mm!” you chirp enthusiastically, “I love you so much, ‘Samu.”

His smooth voice becomes ever so slightly strained as he pulls your hips towards him, slides his cock into your warm, velvety core, and replies, “I love you too, (f/n).” Having him inside you once more brings you a pleasant sensation of comfort that you felt as if you’d been missing earlier, and you reach for one of his hands. Sensing your desire to be more connected with him, he wraps his fingers around yours and presses the back of your hand against the mattress beside your head.

You moan softly at being filled once more when he bottoms out inside of you. Glancing over at where Suna and Atsumu are sitting nearby, he comments, “Ya feel so good, honey,” and increases the volume of his voice before adding, “it’s like yer sweet, li’l pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”

“Just for you, daddy,” you agree with a small smile, eliciting a low groan from him and spurring him to start thrusting into you with long, deep strokes. From where he’s standing at the edge of the bed, he’s able to lift your hips upwards to drive himself even deeper into you than he’s sure Atsumu could reach. Any overstimulation you felt initially has since been replaced by pleasure once more as he showers you with kisses accompanied by compliments that you confirm enthusiastically, earning you more of what you want.

“Why don’tcha tell ‘em whose cock ya love the most, baby girl?”

You cry out his name once.

“Who’s making ya feel so good right now?”

Twice.

“Who’s gonna make ya cum harder ‘nd faster?”

Thrice.

He leans down towards you to press those slow, passionate kisses against your lips that you’d missed so much, spreading your legs further and pounding into you with more speed. It’s clear he knows the map of your body that he’s made through experience like the back of his hand, since he’s able to hit that sweet spot within you time after time with more accuracy and precision than anyone else could. “Right there!” you cry, fingers dragging along the muscles rippling beneath the skin on his arms as your toes curl.

A few more thrusts send you over the edge again, and the strength of your orgasm is felt by every man in the room. Atsumu and Suna realize your cries are much louder than they were before, and Osamu smiles when he feels you squirt as your walls clench tightly around him. He doesn’t mind that you’re getting his clothes and the comforter covered in your essence—he only cares that he’s delivered the promise he’d made for you earlier. It’s not long before he reaches his high and fills you up with stuttering snaps of his hips and labored breaths. You moan breathlessly at the sensation of warmth inside your core, and let your head come to rest against the bed while he finishes inside of you.

As much as you want nothing more than to crawl under the sheets with him and rest, you’re reminded of your guests when Osamu casts his dark gaze in their direction. “Ya got whatcha wanted. Go home,” he announces, eyes narrowing at his twin brother who, along with Suna, are clearly still in awe at what they’ve witnessed.

Turning back to you and planting a tender kiss against your collarbone while they rise to their feet and head for the door, Osamu adds deviously, “So much for rethinkin’ her decision, huh? Now ya know why she won’t.”

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general: @dinablossom, @newfriendjen, @devlovesramen, @ohbyunhunn, @aftcrlust, @mister-future, @kyleclxin

osamu: @pretty-setters, @misora-msby, @why-aminot-dead, @atsunakaashi, @heyhinata, @why-aminot-dead

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marvelousmrmaisel · 3 years

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Ok but Xu Shangqi (Sean) HAS to become friends with Scott Lang, right? They’re practically neighbors!! At some point Jimmy Woo stops by to check on his old San Francisco branch of the FBI and also to make sure Scott’s not getting back into trouble (don’t even LOOK at me abt my head canon that he was one of the ppl who survived the blip, so he checked up on Scott’s daughter a lot to make sure she’s ok). And lo and behold, Scott’s out burgling, and then Shangqi flies out with his rings all glowing and Scott’s like !!!! Holy shit plz be my friend??? And they get back and there’s Katy becoming besties with Louis and the gang and Jimmy sitting in the middle like, well, Captain America just got this new law through Congress that says everything you just did was technically legal, wanna see a card trick?

#marvel #mcu #ugh PLEASE let them be friends #shang chi #I’m gonna tag him that because that’s the movie title #but like that’s a completely different name? in Chinese??#so in text he’s shangqi #Scott Lang #Jimmy woo #avengers San Fran HQ #the best timeline???#ant man #my writes

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kamotoshi · 4 years

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bye I’m like in my feelings bc chōsō ain’t here givin me forehead kisses smfh

#fran's ramblin #and yes I’m writing hq hcs at the moment #but I’m like screaming internally thinkin bout choso #the rot is so intense for one man and it is him

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dompubliczn · 4 years

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an archive of memories i’ve created while being a part of many fandoms through the years. created february 2021.

blog status: active, on hiatus. currently not using tumblr much.

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♡ suzanna, cis!fem (she/her).

♡ i’m an adult and i reblog/create content for adults. you enter at your own risk.

♡ demisexual (biromantic). polish. gamer. manga enthusiast. otohoe.

♡ personally i’m a self-shipper, but i fully support all ships as long as they make someone happy. i do reblog ship posts that i enjoy regardless of my opinion on the ship.

♡ sagittarius sun, aries moon, aquarius rising (we don’t talk about it tho). infp-t (like every other content creator on this page). professional uchiha hater.

♡ hopelessly in love with virgins, softest sweethearts, rays of sunshine and himbos.

evenings with reiner ♡ 0.5k words, fluff, slightly suggestive

most of my writing is AO3 exclusive.

♡ PLEASE BLACKLIST ANY TAG THAT DOESN’T INTEREST YOU ♡ MULTIFANDOM – I PROMISE I DIDN’T BECOME WHOLLY A NARUTO BLOG *PANICS*

#bnha – Boku no Hero Academia, including #husband for izuku pieces

#dmmd – Dramatical Murder

#eldarya – NOT UPDATING (not in the fandom anymore)

#hq!! – Haikyuu!!

#jjk – Jujutsu Kaisen

#kny – Kimetsu no Yaiba

#mamamoo, including #hwasa

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#naruto, including #tbrm for tobirama pieces

#otome – other visual novels

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#slbp – Samurai Love Ballad: Party

#snk – Shingeki no Kyojin, including #honeybear for reiner pieces

#the arcana

#undertale, including #frans for sans x frisk

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#writing for fanfiction, #thoughts for any kind of short ideas, #shitpost for my posts

#smut – 18+ explicit content, including #smut? for suggestive content

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art by Earl Moran.

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erwansstuff · 3 years

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wip tag game

nobody follows me here but i’m sad and want to talk about my wips so let’s go. thank you @beedragony! What better time than pride (hq) : this one is finished and the last one i wrote, wrote it all in one day, just waiting for it to be beta and it was inspired by a fanart i absolutely love of kyoutani wearing a dress and looking shy but also happy and confident. idk it made me feel a lot of things so I wrote about kyoutani having a kind of panick attack about wearing a dress for pride and yahaba helping him calm himself and get ready. also part of the challenge to be less scared to write autistic / neurodivergent characters fully. Remininscing (hades) : This one is really important for me and almost finished, can’t wait to finish it. It’s Thanatos doing so introspection about his body, his sensations and sex kinda. I projected a lot of my ace and neurodivergent feeling into it but i also wanted to be read as just god stuff struggle when you constantly hear the pull of the dead. “Druck x kyouhaba” (hq) : can it really be called a wip yet i have written like 3 sentences ? I just have a very big hyperfixation on druck (on skam as a whole but oh man especially on druck) and uuumh want to write a kyouhaba fic inspired by druck season 3′s plot so yeah that’s gonna be that !!! druck is a love story between two boys, one being trans, btw “Fran / Maya” (ace attorney) : about those two broken girls taking care of each other. I don’t really know how yet but I really need to write every ace attorney character healing from their trauma because this game really acts like nothing is wrong when oh god “Phoenix Wright angst“ (ace attorney) : [ace attorney spoilers ahead] it’s about Phoenix discovering Miles is not dead, when he was devastated by learning his death. Because I hate nothing more than the trope of people grieving for someone who is in fact alive, it makes me want to scream so i’ll scream there. “Miles Edgeworth angst“ (ace attorney) : Miles thinking about how Phoenix’s life would be better if they never met each other. It’s about guilt and feeling destined for each other ! “Edelgard angst shit“ (fe3h) : It’s about the end of the final fight and how victory can feel so incredibly bitter and painted in blood. And then I have lots of open docs with just ideas but we will not count them as wips !!!!! so yeah here we go.

#wip tag game #tag game #fanfiction #fic writing #can't wait to have time and energy to finish those #<3

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sugetou · 4 years

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about me

✧ name/pronouns/age: fran, she/her, 23

✧ location: usa

✧ enjoys: petting dogs, watching anime/reading manga, writing (as you can see on my main account lol), coloring caps, and daddy type characters (*eyes nanami*)

what you’ll find on this blog

✧ mostly jujutsu kaisen artwork, graphics, etc.

✧ my own coloring attempts

⟶ tagged #sugetou colors

⟶ please DO NOT REPOST OR MODIFY MY WORK

⟶ also keep in mind I'm no pro at this. we’re just out here tryna have a good time and see what we can do lol

✧ me shouting about characters I love (there’s a lot)

✧ content that is NOT spoiler free

about interactions

✧ don’t be shy! come talk to me about any of your favorite hq or jjk characters! I’d love to shout about them with you :)

✧ but also please don’t be rude. it’s not a cute look and it’s honestly unnecessary?

✧ please keep in mind that I don’t enjoy talking about character x character ships or anything pertaining to religion or politics

✧ and, of course, have fun!

THIS BLOG SUPPORTS THE CHŌSŌ SUPREMACY AGENDA

#about sugetou #sugetou organization #welcome to this crazy ass blog yall

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franeridart · 6 years

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Bakugou with that undercut is everything. I'm absolutely in love with your art!!

!!!!!!! thank you SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:SORRY BUT…. ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE MORE OF THAT VIGILANTES AU???? THAT CLIFFHANGER

I wouldn’t really call it a cliffhanger tbh lol but yah, sure, someday, as soon as I feel like it again

Anon said:We want seme kirishima and uke bakugou

Then I’m really sorry to let you know that you’re on the wrong blog

Anon said:Do you still ship BakuKami?

Yah

Anon said:Your page is glorious, I await every update you have impatiently but it’s worth it every time. Keep up the absolutely stunning work. And would it be possible to ask for a Ferris wheel date (kiribaku), if not all is good.

Thank you so much! And I dunno, you’re asking for a pretty complex thing there (and I’m not a huge fan of ferris wheels myself so there’s that) - but, sure, if I find myself with the motivation for it why not? It’d make for something pretty scenic, if I could manage to find the strength to put in it all the effort it’d need!

Anon said:Literally I just wanna day ur probably my fav BNHA artist.,,.,, especially kiribaku.,,.. they way you draw them is so cute and wholesome ;-; thank you for my life..,..,,,

Nuh thank YOU for being so kind to me!!!!

Anon said:i miss ur bokuroo art so much. i get it u are more into bakushima and bnha now but do u think u will still draw for hq? love ur art either way

Thank you!!! And maybe? Depends a lot on inspiration, ngl

Anon said:Hey! I was wondering when are you gonna draw the kids again ? I just saw your posts about them and I love them already aha

I’m glad you like them!!! And I’ve been answering “soon” to this question for a while now but I still haven’t gotten around to it, so who knows? I’ve especially been itching to draw Baku and Tai lately ngl………..I wonder when that’ll happen

Anon said:Your art style is really amazing and I love it! Your Kiribaku content gives me life ❤️❤️❤️

Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;O;

Anon said:Fran, I have the KiriBaku suit art as my phone wallpaper and show it off to everyone. Is so beautiful and it makes me cry whenever I see it. You’ve drawn their faces and expressions so perfectly in that that it makes my heart ache every single time I unlock my phone. I just wanted to drop by and tell you how much I love it and appreciate you for drawing for this fandom.

GODS I’m happy to hear you liked it that much!!!!!! Thank you !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TTOTT

Anon said:Your art of todoroki is so cool! His hair looks so fluffy!

Thank you so much!!! His hair is a lot of fun to draw!!

Anon said:I Fucking LOVE your art ! Honestly, you are the person who have me get back on tumblr. Your Kiribaku gives me life ! But I am too shy to say it with my account.

HECK THANK YOU!!!!!!

Anon said:hello!! i know reposts are not allowed under any circumstances, but i was wondering if that was limited to video edits? i really love your art and was going to make an amv with it but of course since you don’t allow reposts id be best to ask before doing so

Nah videos are cool as long as you link back to every post with the pieces you used for it 👍

Anon said:Are Bakugo or Kirishima or both the jealous type?

I headcanon them both as the reasonably-jealous type, I’d say - not an unhealthy amount of it, but still jealous now and again. It’s born mostly from the fact that I hc them as not necessarily being popular to the point of having people often hit on them? The general status-quo is that the only person actively interested in Bakugou is Kirishima and the only person actively interested in Kirishima is Bakugou, so usually they’re pretty chill about jealousy and stuff because they don’t have to be jealous. It does mean that it’s all the more irking to them when someone shows interest in the other, since they’re not used to feeling “threatened” like that, but they tell each other how much they love each other often enough that they don’t really have any reason to be worried anyway.

It’s like, yeah they don’t like it when people get touchy with thir bf, but they trust each other enough to not be actually worried about it. To be honest with you aside from very specific scenarios more than jealous/possessive I prefer my krbks as the protective sort 💕

Anon said:If Kirishima and Bakugo got into a huge fight what do you think it would be about?

I don’t… actually think they would fight? For them to get in a serious fight it’d take either a serious misunderstanding of sort or a situation in which both of them are stressed for other reasons and it comes all out with them taking it out on each other. Aside from that, the most probable thing I can see them fighting over is anger fueled by worry for each other’s well being tbh - Kirishima doing something extremely risky and Bakugou turning his fear and worry into anger, and Kirishima being angry right back because they’re heroes, Bakugou can’t be angry at him for acting as an hero should, and Bakugou’s anger getting even worse because Kirishima isn’t valuing his life as much as Bakugou values it, for example. Or Kirishima being worried about Bakugou and for one reason or another pushing it too far and having Bakugou get on the defensive as he does and it all just turning into a fight of “I don’t need you treating me like I can’t take care of myself” and “why must you always be so uselessly stubborn” and so on.

But all of these wouldn’t actually be about them being angry with each other, it’s all stuff that comes from love? From them loving each other so much that their care can turn into something ugly too, that is. At least, that’s the way I see it

Anon said:After seeing the asks abt the nsfw, may I ask why? I totally understand and respect your choice, I just want to know why would you never draw it? It’d be very interesting to see!

There are actually a lot of reasons why, tbh, but the most practical and obvious one is that as things stand right now in fandoms posting nsfw content is exactly the same as lighting up a very huge arrow pointing straight at you and yelling “please be an ass to me”, and that’s absolutely not what I want my fandom experience to be like, considering I already have enough of that without adding posting nsfw to the mix

Anon said:Can I ask if you like uraraka? Mostly bc you said she was reduced to her romantic supplot, and I wanna know your opinion of her (sorry if I worded this wrong)

Hm, what a question. Overall, I’m pretty indifferent to Uraraka as a whole? I like her design and she’s fun to draw because she’s easy to draw, so that’s part of it. I’m incrdibly unhappy with how Horikoshi is writing her, because he’s given her a lot of potentially very cool traits just to make literally nothing of any of them, and that’s just disappointing. As she is in the manga right now, whether she’s there or not doesn’t change anything for me because A, she’s barely there ever anyway and B, she doesn’t really have any sort of relationship with my faves so my attention doesn’t gravitate much towards her all in all. She’s said a couple of things in the past I’m not much happy about, but I realize they were mostly things said to move along the plot so I made peace with it. I’m not much of a fan of her fanon characterization? So I generally prefer it if she isn’t part of the fancontent I cosume, but that’s on the fandom and not on Horikoshi.

All in all, lots of wasted potential, but she’s cute I guess? She hasn’t done anything worth notice since the sports fest lbr so I’m very ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ about her as a whole

Anon said:i loev your art. have a brilliant day.

Thank you!!! I hope you have a fantastic day too!!!!

#fran answers #lately i feel like there's more asks on this blog than art #ive been drawing less than usual havent i #sigh #sorry about that #also started this post thinking 'ill keep these short' and then got babbly anyway by the end of it #r i p #anonymous

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wefixspacejunk · 6 years

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Vote Marilyn! [AVA Promo]

Hello to our wonderful listeners!

First up, a little announcement: things have been really hectic here at Battle Bird HQ. We've both had tonnes of work come in and it's made producing We Fix Space Junk in time very difficult over the past few weeks. Because of this, just until the end of this season, the next few episodes are going to be every two weeks rather than every week.

Missing deadlines is something we hate to do, but it's something we have to do right now to keep ourselves healthy (and keep us loving the show!)

Now on to the fun stuff! We're finalists in a few categories at this year's Audio Verse Awards. We haven't had time to make a proper promo but we've made a little one for our beloved Marilyn (a.k.a. Francesca Mintowt-Czyz) because we'd love her to win an award. Marilyn is a character who is very dear to us and one that took on a life of her own as the writing progressed, and one that was really brought to life by Fran. If you fancy voting for her (or voting for us in any of the other categories we've been nominated for), you can vote here.

Let's get ready to Tumbl! Our new episode is here!

#audiodrama audiofiction wefixspacejunk scifi britpodscene podernfamily

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girlwholikessports · 6 years

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The First Barstool Sports Hug Piece

For those who don’t know, I will be participating in Barstool Idol Week next week. After watching a girl who stole my name compete last year, I built up the courage to record my audition tape. I’ve been a Stoolie far too long to let another girl take the job I should have. And when I got the email that I had made it to the next round and would be going to New York (ew) to pitch myself in front of the panel of judges, I almost melted into the ground, Alex Mack style.

I put myself out there in front of the entire Barstool HQ office and a panel of Dave, Francis and KFC. I never imaged I’d actually get a single yes, let alone 2 (Francis, do better). The fact that both Dave and KFC gave me a thumbs up meant a lot because I’ve been fans of them both for so long and because it had nothing to do with me being a girl (am I supposed to call myself a woman?) I just held it together long enough to make at least one joke stick, and here I am.

That’s because it’s SCARY. It’s fucking scary to put yourself out there in front of a primarily young, male audience with keyboard courage. I can barely do it on Bumble let alone in real life.

It’s scary for anyone, to be comfortable in your own skin with your own weird quirks, but even scarier when you’re a 30 year old woman who doesn’t look like the girls posted every day on the smokeshow account. Literally...that’s the joke that got me to the next round.

I’ve read the comments on other videos and blogs and I really didn’t want to see what people would say about me. I’m not a size 0 so I knew the fat jokes were coming. They don’t bother me. If I really want to work at Barstool, I wouldn’t survive if those comments got to me. Plus, I’ve watched enough of Glenny’s burger reviews to know I wasn’t getting that feedback just because I’m a girl. The Stoolie commenters don’t see gender, they just find your biggest insecurity and sum it up in one succinct comment section. I’m comfortable with who I am and there’s nothing that anyone could write that would take away my excitement for the opportunity for my dream job at Barstool.

There has always been a lot of controversy surrounding Barstool Sports. Anyone reading this doesn’t need me to explain. Everyone has heard the ‘racist, mysoginsitic, privileged frat guy’ angle. Trust me, explaining what I’m auditioning for and why I want this job so badly to my family and friends who don’t follow Barstool has been interesting. And if you have never followed or listened to any Barstool content on a regular basis, you’ll never get it.

But I get it. In a sea of hit pieces that have been written over the past 10 years, I want to come out with my very own hug piece. This isn’t aimed at helping my chances to win Barstool Idol, but I won’t be upset if it does. If I have to answer the calling to be the modern day Joan of Arc, I will certainly step up to the plate.

It has nothing to do with me being a confirmed woman (don’t make me prove it). Lately there have been too many hit pieces written by women in journalism trying to be martyrs for feminism and take down the Barstool Sports empire. They claim Barstool has only hired a female CEO, the baddest bitch Erika Nardini, and others like Kayce Smith, Liz Gonzalez, Ria&Fran to try and change perception of the Barstool brand. The “I have a black friend so I can’t be racist” tactic. These accusations could not be further from what feminism is supposed to be about nor could they be further from the truth.

I’d even like to argue specifically that Pres may actually even be a feminist himself. Feminism is wanting men and women to be treated equally and no one does that more than Portnoy. You might not like what he said to Ria about aging in Barstool years or about Sam Ponder’s kids but the truth is he is equally as critical of men (the list is long). He even fired an employee for calling our female leader Rihanna fat which didn’t get enough credit. Unless you are part of the illustrious Team Portnoy, no one is safe. Not even Tom Brady’s son.

These women were hired because they deserve it. Because they are funny and smart and have their own voice. Everyone that was hired at Barstool is a result of their individuality, but it must be really hard for the haters to realize that they just don’t have it. So instead they are stuck at some fading news outlet that will be bankrupt within the year.

Take for instance Megan Greenwell’s hit piece on Erika Nardini.

The reason Nardini does these interviews, of course, is not to say something interesting about the company she runs or about being a woman in the male-dominated field of sports media, but to launder Barstool’s image.

Nothing like tearing other women down to earn your feminist stripes, Megan. I’m sorry, I didn't know Erika’s responsibility as the CEO of a media company was to be a spokesperson for feminism? In fact, Erika’s style as well as the fabulous cashmere sweater she wore in this interview radiate girl power. She Barstool interviewed 74 other candidates for the position and Erika was hired because she was the best person for the job. It’s not fair to try and take that away from her.

In fact, this description of Erika from Megan was nothing short of inspirational to me. If I win Barstool Idol, I vow to use these exact words to commemorate the occasion.

She trots out the same stories about growing up a Patriots fan and how her female friends abandoned her after she took the Barstool gig, and says she’s proud of what the company has accomplished. She likes to mention there were 74 other applicants for her job, all of whom were men. She tells obsequious interviewers that Barstool is successful because it “doesn’t have an agenda,” and on the rare cases in which she’s asked about the chauvinism that is very much its agenda, she turns it into some meta-commentary.

Despite the twitter beefs and Deadspin “articles”, there has never been one case of sexual harassment or inappropriate behavior towards women in the 10+ years of Barstool Sports. Not one female that currently works or has ever worked at Barstool has ever come forward with a negative experience. The only time I’ve been offended by any piece of Barstool content is the aforementioned Rihanna incident because I come from the religion of BadGalRiri-ism.

I can’t fit them all in one blog but Laura Wagner, Elika Sadeghi, Britni de la Cretaz and all the others are not heroes. They are fighting an unnecessary fight. If any one of them stepped foot into Barstool HQ, I think they'd be shocked at what they find.

My experience in the few hours I spent at Barstool was alarmingly positive. I actually kept thinking “why is everyone being so nice to me?” since it was such a 180 from every experience I’ve had since I don't know, 5th grade? I felt a Spice Girl level of girl power--but only if I get to be Ginger Spice because IMO she was the coolest and also the hottest.

While I was waiting for my audition, unknowingly sweating through my chambray dress, Ebony was hyping me up. The first thing I remember after making it to Idol Week is walking by Liz smiling and saying congrats. Please don’t make me stand next to her but Ria even blessed me with her support as a fellow Chick in the Office. We’ll see what happens at Idol Week, but that’s just the beginning.

Safe to say my dream is now to be the subject of a Deadspin hit piece. As I get ready to compete against 15 white guys for a chance to work at Barstool, I know that sadly being a girl isn’t enough to win me the job. The burden I bear is a tough one, but I want to do it for all the female stoolies out there that #DefendTheWall. There’s a new brand of feminism in town folks and it’s happening at Barstool Sports.

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ahkaahshi · 4 years

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haikyuu dads when their s/o and daughter surprise them by coming to one of their away games [hcs]

pairings: ushijima wakatoshi x fem reader, sakusa kiyoomi x fem reader, bokuto koutarou x fem reader

genre: fluff

warning(s): none :) just proud dad moments and wholesome content

ushijima wakatoshi (3-year-old daughter)

he’s so focused on the game that he doesn't even notice you’re there until the other team takes a time out

as he’s taking a drink of water and a moment to recover, he sees his daughter’s face appear on the big screen hanging down from the center of the ceiling

watching her wave her little homemade poster and giggle as you held her made his heart warm and he couldn’t help but smile

kageyama and hoshiumi are over in the corner like “wtf is happening??? he knows how to smile???”

when he realizes his wife and daughter are watching, he plays even harder than before

and he sends a little glance your way each time he scores a point

after the game, he holds (daughter's name) on his hip while he signs autographs so he can listen to her talk about how much fun she had

“did you see my poster, daddy?!”

“I did, sweetheart. it’s very nice. can I keep it?”

“yeah!”

your heart nearly exploded when you saw your daughter’s face light up with joy as ushijima kissed the side of her head

you know he has business to attend to after the game, but instead of handing her back over to you, he keeps her with him as he talks to the reporters

“can we ask you some questions, ushijima-san?”

his reply makes you melt:

“only a few. my wife and daughter are here and I want to spend time with them.”

sakusa kiyoomi (4-year-old daughter)

he probably wouldn’t have noticed you guys unless bokuto pointed you out

when he sees you up in the stands, his expression softens and he relaxes ever so slightly

just knowing that the two people he loves the most are nearby is enough to bring him more peace of mind

he’s able to shake off his mistakes more easily because he can see his daughter hopping up and down with excitement each time he scores a point or makes a good play

after the game, when the two of you come down to the court to talk to him, he initially resists the urge to give either of you a hug

“I feel disgusting, so I’ll give you a hug after I change, okay, princess? I don’t wanna get your cute, little outfit all sweaty.”

he hates seeing the heartbroken look on his daughter’s face when he walks away to the locker rooms, but you assure her that he just wants to keep her safe and clean

when he returns after putting on fresh clothes and washing his face, however, he kneels down and lets her throw her arms around his neck so he can give her a big hug

normally, he’s known for being a prickly, standoffish guy, but he’s absolutely soft for his beloved daughter

like, seriously, he will let her play with his hair and color with her and sleep on the floor of her room when she feels scared in the middle of the night

even though he’s tired, he gives her a piggyback ride so she doesn’t have to deal with crowds of people in the sports center

cue bokuto, hinata, and atsumu watching this tender father/daughter moment with tears in their eyes and later arguing about who was crying when, in actuality, they had each shed a tear at some point

bokuto koutarou (6-year-old daughter)

bokuto always scans the crowds before every game, so he noticed you two right away

his jaw literally dropped to the floor, making you chuckle

it was hard to keep your surprise from him given how involved he liked to be and how emo he had been when you’d told him you weren’t going to make it to his game

once he overcomes his shock, he points at the two of you in the stands and yells, “hey, hey, hey! my two favorite girls are here!”

he then proceeds to mention you to every single one of his teammates as they’re stretching and warming up together

“didja see my wife?! she’s the best! what about my daughter?! look at how cute she is! isn’t she just adorable in her little, team shirt?!”

hinata is equally excited about his friend’s special visitors, but atsumu and sakusa quickly get tired of listening to him brag

every time he scores, he turns to face you so he can watch his daughter copy his celebration of pumping his fists in the air

hearing the two of you cheer for him makes him play like even more of a monster than usual and helps him through his emo modes

the team makes a note that they should encourage you to be present at every match

after the game, he’s quick to give his daughter a hug and lift her up off the floor

“eww! you’re all sweaty and gross, daddy!”

“ah, come on, girly! I've been waiting to give you a hug since before the game started!”

you laugh at your daughter’s reaction to his sweaty hug, then she, in turn, giggles when you squeal at being wrapped up in his embrace next

he then spends almost his entire interviews talking about how awesome you and your daughter are so the whole world knows he is a proud husband and dad

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franeridan · 7 years

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Hi Fran!! I accidentally stumbled across your AO3 account today and really enjoyed your hq fic! I adore your bnha art, but I was just wondering, do you think you’ll ever write for it?

I tried on multiple occasions, actually - seems like it just isn’t working tho o

I can’t completely rule it out, but the chances as of now are really low ;-;

#replies #last time i tried i reached #like #~11500 words #its A WHOLE LOT OF WORK and then i lost interest #can you believe it i sure can't #so much wasted time #at least it was fun #but knowing that most of it end up in wasted effort for me keeps me from trying again haha #i do love writing above anything else tho #you might notice with how much i talk rip #anonymous

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kamotoshi · 4 years

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hey, what’s up? my name’s fran and I'm one of your local jjk fanfic writers! I write both sfw and nsfw content, and enjoy goin stupid for 2d men when I'm not writing. inbox is always open bc I love chattin, but please read my rules first!

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anywhereyougothereyouare · 7 years

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20170831 One is glad to be of service Today is my last day in San Francisco and, ignoring time zone shenanigans, my last day in the New World for now. I hadn't planned anything for this day, but then I noticed my flight leaves at 2325 hrs!A stratagem was devised.Pack my bags, clean out the room and check out. The hotel let's people leave their bags after checkout, so I did so. Then I organised an airport shuttle to take me form there to the international terminal. Then I asked for directions to silicon Valley. This is the last bit of the bicentennial man tour I can manage. In the film, the NorthAm Robotics corporation headquarters is played by the beautiful buildings that, in the real world, are the Oracle corporation HQ, a big software company.I took a CalTrain to there, a big double decker thing, straining to hear the names of the stations that went by, and to not fall alseep with the dulcet clickity clack or comfy chair.It's 25 degrees in San fran but down here its 31, so it was not only a long walk but a hot walk to the buildings, helped only by the melting ice in my water bottle and the soundtrack pumping through my headphones.But even without the film reference it was worth it. A lovely lake, staggered identical blue glassed buildings, you get the picture. Also, a yacht! A trimaran that won the 33rd America's cup has been planted on display in the lake. Got plenty of photos of that for dad.Stuck into a Japanese restaurant just before it closed for some katsu chicken curry and to fill my waterhole, then caught the same train back north to the hotel.What followed afterwards was about an hour messing about on free wifi to organise an uber. Some drivers cancelled because it was so busy, other times I had to leave the WiFi and didn't get the licence plate... Next trip I'm getting a data connection even if it kills me.Finally got back to the motel, grabbed a burger for dinner and then waited in the foyer and chatted with the hotel dude until the shuttle arrived.It didn't arrive, he called and found out it had been cancelled for some reason. He gave me a fifty and called a cab which promptly came, so it all worked out fine and I wasn't worried. Then had a very wide ranging political and philosophical conversation with my cable in the way back, agreeing to fit him in the luggage on the way home if he paid the baggage costs. We sended to forget that arrangement as we arrived, I tipped him generously and left onwards.This was it, this was me leaving America, the end of my great expedition, my grandest experiment and my farthest reaching stress test of my human condition. That, after all, was realy the point of this trip. To make sure I could do it (I knew i could but I needed to prove it), and to force me to update and test myself, then to see who I was by the end of it. I'll probably do one more entry after this once I've collected my thoughts. I'm not going to write about Melbourne because this blog is about time spent away from home, and Melbourne has so many family and friends that it's long ago stopped being anything but a second home.

#chogokin maple

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letrasinversoreverso · 7 years

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As leituras de David Bowie

Na nova versão da exposição “David Bowie Is”, os curadores revelaram uma lista com 100 títulos preferidos do músico e que em conjunto dão uma visão fascinante sobre o ícone e seu estilo. A lista de leitura, com livros apresentados em ordem cronológica e não por ordem de preferência inclui clássicos estadunidenses dos anos 50 e 60 como Jack Kerouac, Truman Capote, entre outros nomes da literatura de língua inglesa como Ian McEwan, Julian Barnes, Saul Bellow, Anthony Burgess, Nabokov, russos, como Bulgákov, ou franceses como Flaubert. E livros sobre história, política, HQs, música, artes em geral. Enfim, a lista está aí:

The Age of American Unreason, Susan Jacoby (2008) A fantástica vida breve de Oscar Wao, Junot Diaz (2007) The Coast of Utopia (trilogy), Tom Stoppard (2007) A criação da juventude, Jon Savage (2007) Falsas aparências, Sarah Waters (2002) O julgamento de Kissinger, Christopher Hitchens (2001) Mr Wilson's Cabinet of Wonder, Lawrence Weschler (1997) A tragédia de um povo: a Revolução Russa (1890-1924), Orlando Figes (1997) Tadanori Yokoo, Tadanori Yokoo (1997) O ataque, Rupert Thomson (1996) Garotos incríveis, Michael Chabon (1995) O pintor de pássaros, Howard Norman (1994) Kafka Was the Rage: A Greenwich Village Memoir, Anatole Broyard (1993) Após o fim da arte, Arthur C. Danto (1992) Personas sexuais, Camille Paglia (1990) David Bomberg, Richard Cork (1988) Entrevistas com Francis Bacon, David Sylvester (1987) Sweet Soul Music: Rhythm and Blues and the Southern Dream of Freedom, Peter Guralnick (1986) O rastro dos cantos, Bruce Chatwin (1986) Hawksmoor, Peter Ackroyd (1985) Nowhere to Run: The Story of Soul Music, Gerri Hirshey (1984) Noites no circo , Angela Carter (1984) Grana, Martin Amis (1984) Ruído branco, Don DeLillo (1984) O papagaio de Flaubert, Julian Barnes (1984) A vida e a época de Little Richard, Charles White (1984) A People's History of the United States, Howard Zinn (1980) Uma confraria de tolos, John Kennedy Toole (1980) Entrevistas com Francis Bacon, David Sylvester (1980) Poderes terrenos, Anthony Burgess (1980) Raw, a "graphix magazine" (1980-91) Viz, magazine (1979 –) Os evangelhos gnósticos, Elaine Pagels (1979) Metropolitan Life, Fran Lebowitz (1978) Jardim de cimento, Ian McEwan (1978) Os escritores. As históricas entrevistas da Paris Review, Malcolm Cowley (Org.) (1977) The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind, Julian Jaynes (1976) Tales of Beatnik Glory, Ed Saunders (1975) Mystery Train, Greil Marcus (1975) Selected Poems, Frank O'Hara (1974) Dicionário de temas e símbolos artísticos (1974) Before the Deluge: A Portrait of Berlin in the 1920s, Otto Friedrich (1972) In Bluebeard's Castle: Some Notes Towards the Re-definition of Culture, George Steiner (1971) Octobriana and the Russian Underground, Peter Sadecky (1971) The Sound of the City: The Rise of Rock and Roll, Charlie Gillett(1970) Em busca de Christa T., Christa Wolf (1968) Awopbopaloobop Alopbamboom: The Golden Age of Rock, Nik Cohn (1968) O mestre e Margarida, Mikhail Bulgákov (1967) Journey into the Whirlwind, Eugenia Ginzburg (1967) Última saída para o Brooklyn, Hubert Selby Jr. (1966) A sangue frio, Truman Capote (1965) As cidades da noite, John Rechy (1965) Herzog, Saul Bellow (1964) Puckoon, Spike Milligan (1963) The American Way of Death, Jessica Mitford (1963) O marinheiro que perdeu as graças do mar, Yukio Mishima (1963)} Da próxima vez, o fogo, James Baldwin (1963) Laranja mecânica, Anthony Burgess (1962) O estrangeiro, de Albert Camus (1962) Dentro da baleia e outras ensaios, George Orwell (1962) A primavera da Srta. Jean Brodie, Muriel Spark (1961) Private Eye, magazine (1961 –) On Having No Head: Zen and the Rediscovery of the Obvious, Douglas Harding (1961) Silence: Lectures and Writing, John Cage (1961) Strange People, Frank Edwards (1961) The Divided Self, R. D. Laing (1960) All the Emperor's Horses, David Kidd (1960) Billy Liar, Keith Waterhouse (1959) O Leopardo, Giuseppe di Lampedusa (1958) On the Road, Jack Kerouac (1957) Nova técnica de convencer, Vance Packard (1957) Room at the Top, John Braine (1957) A Grave for a Dolphin, Alberto Denti di Pirajno (1956) O outsider, Colin Wilson (1956) Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov (1955) 1984, George Orwell (1949) A rua, Ann Petry (1946) Black Boy. Infância e juventude de negro americano, Richard Wright (1945) O zero e o infinito, Arthur Koestler (1940) O dia do gafanhoto, Nathanael West (1939) The Beano Magazine (1938 –) Os destinos do Sr. Norris, Christopher Isherwood (1935) English Journey, J. B. Priestley (1934) Infant’s of the Spring, Wallace Thurman (1932) Paralelo 42, John Dos Passos (1930) A ponte, Hart Crane (1930) O amante de Lady Chatterley, D. H. Lawrence (1930) Enquanto agonizo, William Faulkner (1930) Quicksand, Nella Larsen (1929) Berlin Alexanderplatz, Alfred Döblin (1929) O grande Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (1925) A terra devastada, de T. S. Eliot (1922) Blast 1, Wyndham Lewis (1914) Blix, Frank Norris (1899) Os cantos de Maldoror, Lautréamont (1868) Dogma e ritual da Alta Magia, Eliphas Lévi (1856) Madame Bovary, Gustave Flaubert (1856) Zanoni, Edward Bulwer-Lytton (1842) Inferno, Dante Alighieri (aprox. 1320) Ilíada, Homero (sec. VIII a. C.)

Via: The Guardian

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