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[arcandoria]

For the Romance Prompt 👀☝️

First time... Yori thought about holding/touching Emmrich's hands? bet they liked watching him work, and he has long pretty hands y'know 😌

As Emmrich so passionately expanded on the topic Yorath had questioned him in - well, at this point, an adjacent topic to what they had initially asked him for - the elf couldn't stop themself from paying close attention to the professor's fingers. The necromancer gestured as he spoke, his slender hand adorned by gold dancing in the air to emphasize the argument Yori was now only paying half a mind. Emmrich placed the same hand on the open book at the desk, absentmindedly caressing the page before his fingertip reached the edge of the paper to flip it, exposing perfectly replicated anatomical diagrams that Yorath looked but didn't see. He then cast the according spell on the skull gently cradled on his free hand - pale green magic came at Emmrich's invitation, surrounding his fingers and clinging to skin at his summon. The ebb and flow of death clung to his digits, leaving an ethereal trail behind, before being expertly transferred to the cranium. When the lesson was over, all that remained in Yorath's memory were the details of Emmrich's lived hands - the wrinkles of time and the elegance of his gestures, the golden rings that bit gently at the skin that seemed so soft even at a distance - and the desire to touch them that had made itself a haunting guest on Yori's imagination.

Yori probably paid a lot of attention to Emmrich's hands... first very innocently, then still innocently but well, their focus was elsewhere. 😌

Emmrich probably had to repeat a few of his lessons until Yori managed to pay actual attention to what he was saying.

FIRST TIME PROMPT

[yesloulou]

Daniel Ricciardo podiums on debut for Red Bull Racing at the 2014 Australian Grand Prix 🇦🇺

[ilikedetectives]

Lady in Red

[sarkylittlemonster]

WAIT WAIT WAIT

IDK IF I CAN ARTICULATE THIS RIGHT BUT I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING

So there's a whole theme of Sherlock being on a completely different level from everyone else, right? The only people who have EVER been able to match him, to operate on the same level, at the same speed, are his own brother and his now-dead archenemy. He's completely adamant that he isn't like "ordinary" people.

But then in Sign of Three, when he's talking to Sholto through the door-

"Mr Holmes, you and I are similar, I think."

"Yes, I think we are."

We haven't seen anything to indicate that Sholto is on the same level as Sherlock, Mycroft, and Moriarty. Not to say he isn't smart, he's just.. not like them. No one is. But we DO know that John and Sholto have history (Mary's "neither of us were the first" line makes that pretty clear).

When Sholto's talking about a "proper time to die," Sherlock says "Of course, but not at John's wedding. We wouldn't do that, would we? You and me? We'd never do that to John Watson."

Which means that Sherlock "no one is like me" Holmes, the man whose sense of self has always been ENTIRELY centered on his nearly-unmatchable intelligence, sees his love for John as enough of a defining factor that maybe he CAN be like other people after all.

Anyway I need to go scream into a pillow now

sees his love for John as enough of a defining factor that maybe he CAN be like other people after all.

YES. THIS. John introduces a human element to him and his interactions that is just so ASDFGAHJKHKDSAFLKDS to me. From his speech;

John, I am a ridiculous man [John nods], redeemed only by the warmth and constancy of your friendship.

and

today you sit between the woman you have made your wife and the man you have saved; in short, the two people who love you most in all this world.

Which really does combine so nicely with their earlier;

John Watson: And I want to be up there with the two people that I love and care about most in the world. Sherlock Holmes: Yes. John Watson: Mary Morstan. Sherlock Holmes: Yes. John Watson: And... you.

ALSO. It is possible that Sherlock relates to Sholto's suicidal ideation. "You and I are similar" during a scene where the common theme between the three people (excluding John of course) in attendance is suicide, death, and love for John Watson. I can't quote directly, but

"We wouldn't do that to John Watson."

"The man you have saved"

This combined with the overall theme during this episode of change, Sherlock being afraid of John leaving, one could even tie all this in with the Redbeard element which calls back to Sherlock's childhood and childhood fears...

I know that it's pretty clear Sherlock saved John by giving him purpose again, but what about John saving Sherlock? What about that?

[norriszn]

max at the king's lynn adrian flux arena for f1 stock car racing special event via bscaf1 on twt and fb page

[madamechrissy]

Hii lovely! Is your perm taglist full? If not I would totally love to be added! I’m obsessed with your writing and always look forward to seeing your updates 💕

Hi angel tysm 😊 I got you on there 🥹🫶💕

[purplemccns]

FAVORITE FILMS // DASH GAME

without naming them, post a gif from ten of your favorite films and then tag ten people to do the same.

tagged by: @m0tives & @inkshadow

tagging: @fadinglights, @scftlightz, @adollerina, @cruelaffair, @ameliiorate, @heavenstrvck, @gracland, @gcholdtrops, @peachfvzz, @mndstom, @starlingisms, @mccnxhild

[daheeful]

૮꒰ 🖤⠀plotted starter for @gcholdtrops ! ꒱ა

            practically  trembling  in  her  boots  as  she  approached  the  building  that  housed  many  of  her  university's  meeting  rooms,  dahee  took  a  few  steadying  breaths.  meeting  strangers  was  nerve-wracking  enough  on  its  own—  but  walking  into  an  interview  blind,  with  no  clue  what  to  expect,  only  heightened  the  anxiety  in  her  chest.  as  a  chronic  overthinker,  she  couldn't  help  but  wonder  if  she'd  manage  to  string  together  anything  remotely  meaningful  in  response  to  the  journalist's  questions.

 writing  and  editing  for  the  school  paper  was  one  of  the  rare  '  extracurriculars  '  she  had  managed  to  convince  herself  to  commit  to.  if  it  hadn't  involved  words  on  a  page,  she  would've  passed  entirely.  only  this  morning,  their  adviser  had  informed  her  that  a  journalist  was  coming  to  do  a  piece  on  young  writers—  and  she,  of  all  people,  had  been  chosen.

            an  honor,  sure.  but  one  that  sent  her  nerves  spiraling  regardless.

 "  hello,  i'm  da-  "  the  moment  she  stepped  into  the  room  to  greet  the  man  seated  inside,  it  felt  like  an  invisible  force  had  knocked  the  wind  out  of  her.  the  second  their  eyes  met,  her  breath  caught  in  her  throat—  there  was  something  disarmingly  familiar  about  him.  had  they  crossed  paths  before  ?  but  where  ?  questions  raced  in  her  mind  as  she  straightened  from  her  bow,  quietly  scrambling  to  place  him.  "  d-dahee.  it's  nice  to  meet  you.  "  she  finally  managed  to  piece  the  words  together,  stepping  forward  to  extend  her  hand  in  greeting.

[anxioustential]

oooh ☕️ & the last play you saw!! (or plays you’ve seen recently in general!!)

Oooh the latest play I went to see was last night actually, a fun little production of Doubt: A Parable at a theatre I have season tickets to. Honestly I very nearly didn't make it out the door to see it because my deeply atheist ass has been ambushed by plays being more religious than I expected in...not the greatest way this season and I truly didn't know how much more mediocre preachy theatre I had in left in me this year but! Ultimately I'm very glad I went because the writing was a lot tighter, incisive, and funnier than I expected and the cast did a killer job. Not a play I'd be falling over to recommend people necessarily but I do think it was exceptionally effective at being the literal parable it set out to be and really forced an audience sit with their uncertainties and examine their responses and approaches to difficult situations. I adore ambiguity especially in literature and narrative so the way it mounted and ended was really compelling to me.

Also saw a little black box production of Misery recently and was really delighted by it. Went on a total whim and with zero expectations and was really charmed by how darkly comic and intense it was. Just the sheer horror of that situation while being so deeply funny coupled with the terrifying escalation of obsessive fan culture and fan demands on art and an artist's output are something I'm always thinking on so! it was a very cool watch, not subtle at all but refreshingly fun. I've never read the book/seen the film though so no idea how it compares with the source material.

Favorite thing I've seen this season though probably is still Maybe Happy Ending on Broadway though just because while not the deepest musical per se it's one of those productions that just reminded me how enchanting and special a space theatre can be and all the wonder and emotions it can summon in us.

[celestie0]

I have a question idk if you answered this before or not anyways, did kickoff! Gojo have feelings for reader before he slid into her dms? And when todo needed help with mina did he think like this is the perfect chance to get close to reader?

hii my love i actually don’t think i’ve gotten this question before!! :0

no he didn’t have feelings for her before he messaged her hsldkdj he actually didn’t even know who she was until he facebook stalked mina to find out who her roommate was n then he found reader’s profile, stalked her for like two hours n then finally requested to follow her on instagram LOL

so when he reached out to her, it was mostly just intrigue and also just the desire to help todo out. and then obviously when they met he was really attracted to her, but the feelings came after they started seeing each other n hanging out often!!

[hourcat]

Model and Designer for piarles 😘🙏

20. model and designer

Pierre can't sleep.

It's becoming a habit, which is not boding well for his stomach lining considering how much more coffee he's been drinking because of that fact. Pierre just...can't sleep. There's not much he can really attribute it to, except for maybe the fact that he's a few months out from the big debut of his whole new fashion line--the latest Louis offshoot he'd been fortunate enough to helm. This is years of his life at stake: all that school and groundwork, all the bleeding and pricking and crying he'd done to find himself here, surrounded by fabric swatches laid out haphazardly at the desk kitty-cornered in his bedroom. There are stacks of photos and torn-up magazines out on his kitchen counter. His whole apartment is now a perfect parallel to his workplace: covered in ideas, wall-to-wall.

Hm. Maybe that's why he's becoming an insomniac.

Instead of paying the thought any more attention, though, Pierre slips out of bed and pads over to his desk chair, grabs the nearest sketchbook of his and flips to a blank page. It's not quite dawn, but there's more light than there was a few hours ago--enough to see what he'd left behind.

Charles is out cold. Completely asleep, drool and all. He looks innocent in ways that no photographer would ever be able to capture: forehead smoothed out with sleep, body curled in on itself slightly in the absence of someone next to him. Pierre gazes at him, sketchbook heavy in his hands, and feels the guilt in his stomach like a knife. He'd only invited his lead model over tonight for a review of their plans for the first walk-through with the clothes. (They have to move right, after all: Pierre needs to see his work from all angles in motion before he can be comfortable putting it on stage, even for a dress rehearsal.)

He hadn't planned for two bottles of wine. He certainly hadn't planned for Charles in his lap, warm and pliant and so, so easy as Pierre had given him direction: take this off and open your mouth and hands and knees. The memory of it makes Pierre's throat tight. So good for me, he'd mumbled after, mouth pressing just under Charles' ear, and the yes sir he'd gotten back had thrown him right out of his own mind.

He grips the sketchbook tighter. There's no way this can ever happen again, he knows--once is a mistake and he'll keep it that way.

From the bed, Charles snores lightly. It's a soft sound: sweet, almost. Pierre's chest is so tight he swears he must've forgotten how to breathe.

"Oh, Charlie," he whispers to the quiet of the room, "what have I done?" Nothing good, he's certain. Pencil in hand, Pierre tries to redirect his thoughts to the work laid out on the desk behind him--dresses with angular cuts, wide-arm sleeves, the jagged lines of a belt that's been nagging at the back of his mind since he'd axed the last round of the designs from his main book.

What he ends up with is this: Charles, in charcoal, curled up in his expensive sheets. The most damning evidence of his lapse in judgment, and he can't even bring himself to rip the sketch to shreds because it feels like a waste--a waste of beauty, even if it's a beauty he can't have.

[wordpress-blaze-15182341]

Map Says Yes, Politics Say No: How Geopolitics Hijacked Your Holiday Plans

Welcome onboard! You're flying Flight Number 2025. We’ll be cruising at 41,000 feet, navigating through plenty of global conflicts, cautiously sidestepping airspace bans, avoiding military drones, dodging diplomacy, and graciously praying that on today’s briefing, our flight map will not appear far much similar to that of a war game.

Remember the time when aviation meant connection? Yea, that time... Shucks! When routes were drawn in graceful arcs between beautiful cultures and magnificent continents?

Uh-huh...

Well you need to wake up!

It’s currently a maze out there of closed corridors and spontaneous political detours. Every conflict on the ground seems to punch a direct vertical or horizontal hole in the sky. A missile strike in Ukraine means rerouting over who knows where. Scandinavia maybe? A drone attack in the Red Sea adds hours to a normally shorter Gulf-bound flight. Additionally, somewhere across the globe, flight crews are getting called in early to combat passengers' miss connections. Think about the repercussions that has on the price of fuel!

No... Scratch that! Another air traffic controller may be having a mental breakdown, quietly crying in the break room.

Take the Middle East for one. A flight to Tel Aviv presently isn’t just about weather patterns, but about navigating geopolitical minefields. Yemen? No words. Syria? Ukraine? Iran? Numbers seem to be going up lately. And, while airlines market these changes as “operational adjustments,” what they really mean is: please don’t ask how close that detour was to a restricted zone because I kid you not. We are trying our best.

Meanwhile, aircraft leasing has turned into its own international 'todo sobre' soap opera. After the Russia sanctions hit, Moscow shrugged and kept hundreds of Western jets like a kid refusing to return borrowed toys. That one move spooked the entire aircraft leasing industry. Contracts got tighter, premiums skyrocketed, and everyone begun asking difficult questions such as, “What if this happens to my holiday destination? Should I really leave my family behind? What if I get stuck? How long is this going to take?”

Lest we forget, it isn't just the machinery that’s only under pressure. Think of those flying the machines. Pilots, the crew, check-in staff, other technical personnel that you meet along your journey and those behind the scenes. Literally anyone who had to smile while navigating unstable skies are feeling it too. Flying over conflict-adjacent zones only adds a new flavour of tension and trauma.

Not quite calm now aren't we?

This is a mental toll that rarely makes the usual headlines. Briefings have now suddenly included crisis contingencies. Not forgetting the quiet glances during approach into high-risk airports. Lets face it. Some pilots and cabin crew are intentionally delaying calls to family and friends because they don’t want to say where they just flew. Airlines might mention resilience in their press releases, but hardly speak about crew fatigue dressed up as impeccable professionalism.

Now it’s practically a no-go zone if you’re from a Western airline. Why you ask? The Arctic; a region once praised as the future of shortcuts for transpolar routes. However due to the airspace stand-off with Russia, lets just say... Nah! Instead, lets continue burning more and more fuel, taxing more and more money.

And while we are at it, how about we pretend that the longest way around is equally just as great.

Now, bring the attention back to the most important places you'd pass by before going on that holiday you've planned for for months or even years. Airports.

Even those places aren’t what they used to be anymore. Consider them geopolitical stages. While some are symbols of national pride, others signify national trauma. While one is shut down by drones, another inadvertently become military bases. Just-Like-That. Hence, security searching lines and surveillance become longer and tighter. Think of the impact this has on freedom of movement.

Less-Less-A little less free.

Even so, aviation, just like humans have this resilience to adapt to any situation because there will always be a need to travel, and pilots will always fly. Cabin crew will always be there. Why? Because, airports eventually end up reopening. But, is it really adapting or absorbing to the current stakes? And what are we really absorbing? Geopolitics, risk, trauma, stress... Normalcy at cruising altitudes with a broadened smile and a blinking seatbelt sign to warn you to take your seat, because we are passing an area of the proverbial turbulence.

Therefore, the next time your flight is delayed, or rerouted, or even canceled without warning, don’t just assume it was probably a lack of available crew or a technical glitch. It may very well have been a decision from above.

Government maybe? Who knows? Its no longer just turbulence. It’s the new normal. And no, there’s no safety card for that.

So, read and update yourself before you make any travel plans.

Till next time...

Source: Map Says Yes, Politics Say No: How Geopolitics Hijacked Your Holiday Plans

[griffin-wood]

— the main attraction; aka the lead singers for battle of the bands. ( @infamous-if )

[userlaylivia]

Im going to bed but I wanted to send this before I did. You dont have to justify your views on anything. They are your opinions and views.but these are mine in the Taylor Swift debate lol

1 1989

2 Folklore

3 Evermore

4 Lover

5. Fearless

6 The Tortured Poets society

7 Midnights

8. Reputation

9 Speak now

10 Red

11 Debut

And I dare people to come at me lol.

LMAOOOO ILY 💕💕💕💕 and I respect your opinion even though red is my favorite album I kinda wanna know why it's 10??? and speak now #9 I'm curious about that too lol I respect your opinion bb I am just wondering lol

mine is: this changes after the first 5 CONSTANTLY lol

red

1989

speak now

folklore

evermore

fearless

the tortured poets department

reputation

midnights

lover

debut

I do loveeeee lover dgmw but I only LOVE completely a few songs on it there's some i skip at times but I do adore it and own it lol and debut I like more than I did after I relistened to it but it's still my least favorite but my point is I just love all her albums to death tbh!!! ranking is hard lol ttpd was 6 for a bit after it came out but fearless became 6 when I listened to it again and it's the album that made me a swiftie!!! <3 and i love reputation too!! this is based on how many songs I love on it the amount of skips I did and etc lol

[madamechrissy]

belated happy birthday chrissy !! 🎉🎂 wishing you a year ahead full of love and happy moments <3 thank you for creating these amazing stories and sharing them with us. you bless us every day and i’m so so proud of what you’ve accomplished and hope you continue to have so much fun writing :))

Ahhh omg Nici!!! This is so, so sweet, you're one of my faves ever and probably the first person I followed here :') So that means soo much to me!! I really appreciate you and am so glad we're mooties on here <3 Thank you my love I had THE BEST birthday!!! 💗💗💗

[shaunasrabbit]

10, 13, 16

10. green grapes or red grapes?

either as long as they're seedless.

13. guilty pleasure song?

hmmm i don't really listen to country music but chicken fried by zac brown band will always bring me back to being 12 years old running around my friend's horse stable.

16. top 3 pizza toppings. cheese doesn't count.

ooh probably onions, artichokes, and spinach. always hits.

[purplemccns]

🌙 || continued for @lightshcwer from source

doyoon scoffed, but the sound was low, more exhale than laugh. he didn’t meet her eyes right away, gaze instead fixed somewhere over her shoulder like he was still recalibrating after the adrenaline spike. “didn’t get punched all over the face,” he muttered, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, though more out of habit than necessity. “just the lip.” this was said nonchalantly like it made the situation improved, he finally looked at her then, brow raised like her comment had short-circuited something in his brain. kiss it better? it wasn’t that he was blushing, exactly - he never really did - but the tips of his ears had definitely caught some of the summer heat. “i think i’ll pass on that particular brand of first aid, but thanks for the offer.”

despite this comment, he didn’t move away when she dug through her purse, didn’t bat her hand aside when she got close enough to tend to him. if anything, his posture softened just a touch, enough to make it clear he wasn’t about to bolt. “he was lucky i held back,” he added under his breath, then louder, “you really okay, though? that guy put his hands on you.” it came out flatter than he intended, but underneath it something colder simmered. not anger for show, but real anger, quiet and tightly coiled. "you'd think by the year 2025 that more people would learn manners." of course that was only proving to not be the case time and time again.