#I close the blank canvas/document

[littlemissprettyprincess]

2024 revised, 2025 dream life ♡

We're going to be treating 2025 as a blank canvas, so have full faith that this is going to be the year where you finally get everything you want. For this challenge, revision will be the key. You will be revising the entire past year. You can even revise the years before that if you'd like. After revising, you will go into 2025 knowing that you are living your dream life and that this is going to be your year. (You can use this challenge for the void state too!)

Create a list of all your desires. You can do this on a Google Document, in your Notes App, wherever you want. You can even include pictures, or make a Pinterest Board. Many of you have already done this, but if you haven't yet, I definitely recommend that you do!

Choose a few affirmations that you will stick to. Some affirmations that you can use are:

I am living my dream life, I always have been.

I have already manifested my dream life, and I am currently living it.

I have already entered the void state, I enter every night, and I've manifested my desires long ago.

Feel free to make your own!

Listen to this subliminal and follow the directions below:

Take a few deep breaths and let yourself relax. Play the subliminal, close your eyes, and repeat your chosen affirmations in your mind. If you like to visualize, do that too. Now, when you repeat your affirmations and visualize, I want you to have full trust that these affirmations are true, the scenes that you are visualizing are real memories that belong to you, and this is the life you've always been living. Do this for however long makes you feel fulfilled. My recommendation is around 10 minutes, but feel free to continue for longer if you'd like! Once you are done, accept that the old story has now officially been revised.

That's it! It's done. The old story has been revised and all you have to do now is accept that and persist in that fact. Keep reminding yourself that IT IS DONE. You can't fall back to the old story now, because there literally is no old story, it's been revised! You are already someone who is living their dream life, you always enter the void every night because you always have, you manifest instantly because it's been a skill that you've always acquired. By accepting this, you will get your desires, you will enter the void, your dream life will be yours.

Want some motivation before you start this challenge? Here:

how i manifested my dream life with extremely hard circumstances + how you can too ♡

HOW I CHANGED MY LIFE WITH THE LAW OF ASSUMPTION

my long awaited void state success story ˘ ³˘

2025 is going to be your year, I know it, and I want you all to know it too. ♡

[thehouzekat]

Not sure if anyone else has done this yet, but I wanted to try to recreate Lane’s paintings based on the descriptions given in the the Lake House FBC document.

RL-3-42 Black Circular Shape Among Yellow lines. An uneven circle painted in dark black in the foreground. With jagged yellow/brown lines behind it. Lines sometimes overlap with each other and/or bleed into the black circle.

RL- 1-169 Lone Tree at Night? A dark green tree(pine?) standing in a dark landscape, presumably night.

RL-1-170 Empty Road in Forest? Dark grey streak across a dark green landscape, presumably forest at night. The grey streak is likely to be a road due to its location, color, and the way its width reduces in line with the perspective. A small white shape in the road could be a page.

RL-5-24 Yellow crescent Shape on Blank Canvas

A curved yellow shape in a roughly crescent shape painted onto an otherwise empty canvas. Crescent Moon or banana, unfinished?

RL-2-24 Red, Yellow and Green circle

Three uneven circles, red, yellow, and one green roughly arranged in a vertical line. Background is black/grey, with dark red streaks along the border of the canvas. Possibly a traffic light?

RL-1-171 Cityscape with Blue-Grey Sky

Grey vertical shapes, likely the skyline of a city, in the bottom third of the canvas with a vivid blue-grey sky. Geometric shapes painted in thin white lines can barely be made out among the colors of the sky.

Rl-3-44 Black void

A deep black void covering the entire canvas, with a few small specks of dark or light grey able to be seen on close inspection

RL-3-45

A large number of rough spirals painted in black, ranging in size from that of a quarter to that of a basketball. Though the canvas appears quite covered, it is blank aside from the spirals.

Rl-2-25 Brown Shape with Horns

A brown shape, vaguely triangular, with what are presumably horns extending from the shape. Likely an animal head, possibly a deer or elk. Black background

[sturnswrites]

fragments of us - pt.6

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

⤳ you and chris get in a car accident not only testing your relationship but also your memory…

⤳ memory loss, recovery, kiss

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The morning after your emotional conversation, the air in the house felt different. There was a quiet, tentative hope that hadn’t been there before. You woke up feeling lighter, the weight of confusion and pressure slightly eased.

Chris hadn’t pushed you to talk further after your admission. He’d simply held your hand a little tighter and walked you to your room, whispering, “Goodnight, Y/N. No rush, okay? We’ll figure this out together.”

You replayed those words as you sat in the kitchen the next morning, sipping tea and staring at the Polaroid on the fridge. It was an old photo of you and Chris, your faces pressed close together with matching, goofy grins. It felt familiar and foreign all at once, but for the first time, you didn’t feel the urge to look away.

Chris shuffled into the kitchen, hair a mess and still half-asleep. He gave you a small, cautious smile as he grabbed a mug from the cabinet. “Morning,” he said, his voice raspy.

“Morning,” you replied softly. There was a beat of silence before you added, “I was thinking… maybe we could hang out today?”

Chris blinked, surprised but hopeful. “Yeah, of course. What do you want to do?”

“I’m not sure,” you admitted. “Something simple.”

He grinned, the tiredness slipping from his face. “Simple sounds good.”

-

Over the next few weeks, the two of you found your rhythm again—tentative and fragile at first, but slowly growing into something new and meaningful.

Chris was careful not to overwhelm you, focusing on small, everyday moments that felt natural. One afternoon, he brought out a box of paints and a few blank canvases, grinning as he set them on the table.

“What’s all this?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“An idea,” he said, holding up a brush. “We paint, we laugh, and if you’re terrible at it, I promise I won’t judge.”

Your lips twitched into a smile. “You’re assuming I’m going to be bad at this?”

“No,” he replied, smirking. “But if you are, I might tease you a little.”

An hour later, the house was a chaotic mess of colors. Chris had a streak of green paint across his cheek, and your hands were covered in blue. Your attempt at a sunset was smudged and uneven, and you couldn’t stop laughing as Chris tried to interpret it.

“This is supposed to be… what? The sky?” he teased, pointing to the blob of yellow at the top of your canvas.

“It’s abstract,” you said, mock-defensively.

“Abstract, huh?” he said, leaning closer to inspect it. “Very avant-garde.”

You laughed, flicking a speck of paint at him. “You’re insufferable.”

“Yeah, but you’re smiling,” he shot back, grinning.

Moments like this became your new normal—small, imperfect, and full of quiet joy.

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One quiet afternoon, you were rummaging through a box in the closet when something caught your eye. You pulled it out—a dusty Polaroid camera, its edges worn but intact.

Your heart gave a strange little flutter as you turned it over in your hands. “I think this was mine,” you murmured to yourself.

“What’s that?” Chris’s voice startled you. He was standing in the doorway, holding two mugs of coffee.

“An old camera,” you said, looking up at him. “It still has film in it.”

Chris set the mugs down and walked over, curiosity lighting up his face. “Let’s take a picture.”

You hesitated. “I don’t know… I’m not sure I’m ready to start documenting this new version of me.”

Chris crouched down to meet your gaze, his voice soft. “It’s not about capturing who you think you need to be. It’s about this moment. Us, right now. No pressure, no expectations.”

His words settled something in you, and you nodded. “Okay. But no cheesy poses.”

You set the camera on the counter and angled it toward the kitchen. Chris wrapped his arm around your shoulders as the timer counted down. “Don’t laugh,” he whispered, his voice low.

Of course, you burst into laughter just as the shutter clicked, and the photo captured you two mid-laugh, your faces close and carefree.

The Polaroid slid out of the camera, and you picked it up, shaking it lightly as the image developed. You grabbed a pen from the counter and wrote on the white border: New Chapter.

Later that evening, you stood in the kitchen, looking at the Polaroid hanging on the fridge beside your old photos. It was a small but meaningful addition—a symbol of your journey, your choice to rebuild and move forward.

Chris slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “You know,” he said softly, “we don’t have to have it all figured out. We can just… take it one step at a time.”

You leaned into him, your head resting against his chest. “I’d like that,” you murmured.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening cuddled on the couch, your head on his shoulder and his arm draped around you. The TV played in the background, but neither of you paid much attention. It wasn’t about what you were watching—it was about the quiet comfort of being together, of knowing that this time, you were building something stronger, something unbreakable.

As Chris pressed a soft kiss to your temple, you closed your eyes, a sense of peace washing over you. You didn’t have all her memories back, but for the first time since the accident, you didn’t feel lost.

You were  exactly where you were meant to be—starting over, with Chris by your side.

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Here is the final part! I hope you all liked it 🙂 i want to write more about innocent!reader x protective!matt so please send in ideas for them !

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@mattsdillon @hesvoid3434 @admeliora94 @courta13 

[mikhailwrites]

Remotely Possible / Ghost x Soap

Short fic inspired by a recent Patreon art from Umikochan where Soap gets to have a sort of remote control for Ghost (you can guess where this is going). It's a stub, might or might not add a second chapter eventually.

Ghost's face is unreadable, a deceptively blank canvas adorned with scars, thin lips, blond eyebrows, and surprisingly cold brown eyes. His voice rumbles low and gravelly as he firmly dismisses Soap's idea with an emphatic "Absolutely not" before returning to the stack of documents that must be done by tomorrow morning.

Soap isn't so easily discouraged. Persistence has served him well in the past, particularly with Ghost. Moreover, he is reasonably sure Ghost is actually intrigued.. The only thing holding the Lieutenant back is discipline and, well... common sense. Johnny slips in behind Ghost, placing both hands on his broad shoulders as he leans in close. "'Fraid ye wouldn't last, LT?"

"You're not going to taunt me into it, Johnny," Ghost replies, attempting to ignore him. The tension in his muscles under Johnny's touch tells a different story.

Soap's hands move lower, sneaking around Ghost's neck in an intimate embrace. "Fine. How about a trade, then?"

Ghost hums, contemplating the offer. "Depends."

Soap thinks it over. It won't come cheap, so the only question is, how badly does he want this?

"An eye for an eye. You let me do this, and I'll let you do the same," Soap finally proposes.

"Deal," Ghost's agreement comes quickly enough to make Soap wonder if he's just made a mistake. Not that he can back out now. Even if his pride would allow it (unlikely), Ghost wouldn't.

It's early, too early for Soap's liking. He yawns openly, not bothering to stifle it. Price shoots him a disapproving look, and Gaz mirrors the same disapproval as he himself yawns and remarks, "Can't you control yourself? It's contagious." Soap shrugs, taking a sip of the mediocre coffee. His other hand discreetly slips into his pocket, searching for the button on a small remote. The moment he presses it, Ghost, who had been utterly motionless until now, jerks as if something had bitten him.

Every pair of eyes in the room instantly fixate on him, but Ghost simply shifts in his chair, appearing as detached from the rest of the room as ever. The briefing isn't all that important, certainly not enough to justify a morning meeting this early. Usually, Soap would complain about it, but today, he has a remote control for Ghost in his pocket. Well, sort of, and only for a single day, but he plans to make the most of it.

Price continues to brief them about the layout and potential hotspots in Al Mazrah. Soap already knows all of it, as does Gaz, and Ghost has been deployed there too many times not to be intimately familiar with the place. The only ones who genuinely need this briefing are the Marines, about half a dozen squeezing around the table. They'd be much more comfortable if they were willing to sit closer to Ghost.

Soap discreetly taps the control in his pocket once more. Above the button is a slider. Carefully, he nudges it up a notch. Ghost shifts once more, clearing his throat to mask a sound that's less innocent, perhaps. The corner of Soap's mouth twitches. He's feeling powerful and smug. He's also turned on.

Price raises an eyebrow, glancing up from the map on the table. "Do you have anything to add, Ghost?"

"The airport. It's obviously the best spot for exfil," Ghost begins, even though Soap is quite sure he hadn't planned on saying anything. The slider goes up again. Ghost stills, his gasp audible even through the balaclava. However, he manages to collect himself enough to finish the sentence at least. It's impressive, really. "The enemy would expect it. We should use the quarry instead."

"Yes, I was just getting to that, Lieutenant. Are you feeling alright?" Price frowns, clearly running through a hundred scenarios in his mind to explain what's happening. Soap would be willing to bet that none of them would involve Ghost having a remotely controlled plug up his arse.

Ghost's reply is clipped, his voice slightly strained. "Solid, sir."

Soap can barely contain his grin. This is an absolute treat.

His amusement is rudely interrupted as he feels a hand gripping his forearm. "What the hell is going on?" Gaz whispers into his ear. Soap carefully takes the control out of his pocket and opens his palm under the table for Gaz to see. It takes all of two seconds before the puzzled look shifts into one of utter shock and soon after into a full-blown smirk. "You've got to be kidding, mate." Soap doesn't respond, not in words, anyway. Instead, he pushes the slider another two notches up.

Both Sergeants watch as Ghost grips the edge of the table while his other hand discreetly moves between his legs. "Can't believe he'd let you do that, absolute madman!" Gaz whispers, unfortunately not quietly enough.

"You, too, have something to add, Sergeant Garrick?" the tone is sharp. Their Captain has apparently had enough of interruptions.

"No, sir. Sorry, sir!" Gaz straightens up, doing his best to appear apologetic.

The debriefing wraps up, and the Marines stick around to go over the maps a bit longer. Ghost slips out like a shadow, making a quick exit without raising any suspicion. Gaz struggles to stifle a chuckle, while Soap does his utmost to look utterly bored as he rises from his seat and trails after his Lieutenant.

Unfortunately for him, Ghost is just too damn good at what he does. As Soap passes by a door marked as a storage room, it swings open, and he can't help but let out a startled yelp as he's forcefully dragged inside. Instincts honed by rigorous training kick in, prompting Soap to try and elbow the assailant, but his efforts are met with rough resistance. The resulting hollow thud echoes through the cramped space as Soap's back hits the wall. A strong forearm presses against his neck, and Soap realises it's best to give up any struggle. Simultaneously, he identifies the threat.

Well, perhaps this whole scheme wasn't such a grand idea after all.

“You smug little shit,” Ghost growls, his voice low and dangerous. He sounds breathless. Soap, somewhat belatedly, also realises that Simon is pressed up against him way more than necessary. The outline of Ghost's hard prick he feels against his thigh is a welcomed bonus. Soap was never quite right in his head, so he takes advantage of Simon’s distraction to subtly touch the controller through the fabric of his pants. He has no way of knowing which way is up, and he’s much less precise. He has no idea what’s going to happen.

Simon shudders against him, dropping his forearm from Soap’s throat as his head falls into the junction between Johnny’s neck and shoulder. He moans into Soap’s tee as he grinds against his thigh. Soap smiles, deeming the situation safe enough to hold Simon close. He also adjusts his leg to provide better friction.

Ghost’s breath is hot and moist against Soap’s neck; the edges of the skull mask scrape him a bit, but he doesn’t mind. The only thing on his mind now is how much he wants to find out if Simon can come like this.

Simon’s movements quicken. Soap’s had his fair share of uncomfortable boners in jeans, and with the force Ghost is putting into it, it must be borderline painful. There’s no stopping Simon, though, and Soap doesn’t even try.

Simon’s grip on Johnny tightens to the point of bruising. Soap doesn’t as much as wince; his full attention is on Ghost and the way his hips stutter and his breath comes in ragged gasps. Johnny knows Simon well enough to sense how close he is. The way his body tenses and he grows quieter as every ounce of his consciousness turns inward, entirely focused on that one last thread holding him back from completely breaking.

The moment the thread snaps, Ghost stops breathing. He thrusts a few times before going completely limp in Soap’s arms. Johnny might be a bit of a bastard, but he’s not cruel, so he fishes the remote out of his pocket and turns it off. Simon lets out a long, shuddering breath.

They stand there for a few minutes. Ghost is boneless, resting his full weight against Johnny.

“Bloody hell,” Ghost mumbles quietly. Johnny only hears him because he’s so close. It doesn’t sound pissed, so Soap dares to hope he’ll live to fight another day. Ghost peels himself off Soap and does his best to make himself look at least decent enough to make a short trip to the barracks and his room. “Are you going to come with me to collect the damn thing?”

“What do you mean? It’s still early in the morning; we’ve got a whole day ahead of us, LT,” Soap offers him his sweetest smile. “That was the deal, remember? A day.” The way Ghost’s eyes widen triggers something in Soap. Something a little bit wicked. “Unless you want to call it off?”

He can see the moment Ghost commits to it, his shoulders squaring and his hands flexing at his sides. “Not a chance, Johnny.” He leans in, his voice quiet and measured. “I’m looking forward to your end of the deal. Gonna make you scream, sweetheart.”

Coming from Ghost, the pet name sounds more like a threat than an endearment. And Johnny would be lying if he said he doesn’t like it.

[longlistshort]

“Atabey (or change the body that destroys me)”,2024, Oil and acrylic on archival printed canvas

“Zemi (A New Spelling of My Name)”, 2024

“Ayida-Weddo (freed from all that is not marvelous)”, 2024, Oil and acrylic on archival printed canvas

“Mawu-Lisa (I build my language out of rocks)”, 2024, Oil and acrylic on archival printed canvas

“Huracán (beyond the triumphs of rootedness)”, 2024, Oil and acrylic on archival printed canvas

Firelei Báez has created several stunning paintings for her exhibition The fact that it amazes me does not mean I relinquish it, currently on view at Hauser & Wirth’s downtown Los Angeles location. The historical documents that serve as a background for her beautiful ciguapa figures add another dimension to the complex works.

From the gallery’s press release-

New York-based artist Firelei Báez has achieved wide acclaim over the past decade for her rigorous paintings, drawings and immersive installations that explore the influences of the Afro-Caribbean diaspora. Conjuring forgotten narratives, Báez carefully fills history’s lacunae with joyful rebellion.

This September, in her first exhibition with Hauser & Wirth since joining the gallery in 2023, Báez will present new large-scale canvases, drawings and her first-ever bronze sculpture at the gallery’s Downtown Arts District center in Los Angeles. Complex and layered, Báez’s work depicts fantastical hybrid figures and reimagined worlds. Employing beauty to reprocess the enduring effects of violence and trauma, Báez challenges traditional representations of history, nationality, gender and race. United by common cause, the paintings incorporate a wide range of subjects including art history, science fiction, anthropology, pop culture, folklore and fantasy.

‘The fact that it amazes me does not mean I relinquish it’ is a reference to the work of Martinican writer and philosopher Édouard Glissant, a key figure in shaping theories informing the Caribbean’s influence on the global stage. Drawing inspiration from Glissant’s text, ‘Poetics of Relation’ (1990)—from which the title directly quotes— Báez navigates the tensions between identity and place, using Glissant’s concept of opacity to explore modes of resistance, namely the ability to navigate the world freely within a refusal of being fully understood—both to others and to oneself.

Báez considers mythology an important tool, “a way of correcting the past and projecting a different future. Growing up in the Dominican Republic, the artist heard local folk stories about a mythic femme trickster called a ‘ciguapa’ who was known for her elusiveness. While such lore was shared to discourage unruly and wild behavior, Báez has embraced the ciguapa in her work as a figure of endless possibility. Ever-morphing and multiplying, her composite creatures are often depicted with human legs, a coat of delicate fur and backwards facing feet so that she remains traceless and ultimately unknowable. In the ciguapa, Báez explores the body as a living archive, a shape-shifting repository of meaning and history, whose continuous transformation is inherently defiant.

In the painting, Zemi (A New Spelling of My Name), (2024), a supernatural figure appears at the entrance of a cave. Rather than standing before a blank canvas, Báez begins her paintings over plans that conceal narratives of violence and exploitation. In the aforementioned painting, Báez builds her imagery atop a 19th-Century drawing of the Taíno caves in Santana, Hispaniola. At the time of its production, the illustration functioned as a factual document; however, it was only an approximation of a real location wherein Báez’s hybrid figure materializes, a triumphant manifestation of empowerment and hope in a pieced-together landscape.

This exhibition closes 1/5/24.

[ken-dom]

Keyboard Caress

Steven Wingdings solo fic - part 2 of Keyboard Smash

1.5k words

∘₊✧ Summary: Steven has made peace with the font of his nightmares. Peace turns nightmares into dreams and dreams open him up to a few... other feelings.

∘₊✧ Author’s notes: sigh... I'm weak for long hair and I'm weak for Steven so it was only a matter of time. I've toyed with posting this for too long so, take it. My bestie and partner in crime @heresthestorymorningglory kept me going as always - you have her to thank for pretty much everything I post!

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: nsfw, dirty talk and praise, font kink, masturbation, keyboard fondling and use of tongue?? keyboard fucking? look, he's horny for a font idk what else to tell you

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Steven’s fingers had always been elegant, ghosting over his keyboard with delicate precision, or wrapping around his pen with a firm, caressing grip. His penmanship was second to none, delicate handwriting that could inspire romance or fear or anger with just a simple flick of the wrist.

He was proud of his handwriting; arrogant at times. He slept easily safe in the knowledge that he’d never inflicted careless, ugly scrawl on a single living soul. 

The thing that kept him up at night, though? Fonts and their usage.

Steven’s font choice, as I’m sure you’d expect, was also second to none, and in recent times, there had been a brand new addition to his favourites. It was an unexpected twist to his collection, the choice of his arch nemesis, the cause of years of his torment, his undoing, his healing, his new love — Papyrus.

He’d been sleeping much more peacefully since his confrontation with said arch nemesis, Jacob Crone. The cathartic showdown in which Steven confronted Jacob about the font he couldn’t shake from the forefront of his consciousness had caused a strange inner peace to settle within him. 

Peace, along with an insatiable curiosity towards Papyrus that he never imagined possible. All thanks to Papyrus in bold.

The tables had turned.

And today, as a result of this newfound serenity, Steven had risen late, well rested and eager to explore his new outlook on fonts. 

However, there was a hint of impatience he couldn’t ignore, marring this new thrill. He hadn’t been able to concentrate on his late breakfast at all, leaving his almond croissant with but a single bite taken out of the corner when he finally heard the unmistakable, urgent knock at the door alerting him to the arrival of his delivery guy.

And now, Steven would not only be able to watch that newly delicious font springing to life before his very eyes on the enticing blank canvas of an untitled Word document, but he would also be able to feel it, sense it breathing, warm and willing beneath his very fingertips.

Mmh.

He bit his lip a little too hard as he carefully unwrapped his new toy from the small, discreet packaging, fingers tingling with anticipation. He interlaced his fingers to flex them, preparing to lay each small item out on the desk, allow his keyboard to get a feel for what was in store before-

‘Ohh-’

His own moan stopped this otherwise methodical process in its tracks. He was getting ahead of himself.

‘Relax, Steven,’ he whispered firmly, ‘one thing at a time. Remember your breathing techniques.’

With a roll of his shoulders and a stretch of his neck, he settled comfortably into his desk chair, slipped his eyes closed and forced his breathing steady. Only when he felt that familiar, temporary calm wash over him, signalling that he had regained control, did he allow himself to blink his eyes open and really look.

Before him were a set of brand new keycaps, clean and crisply printed. Custom printed.

Steven had found himself painfully hard a week ago when he had pressed the complete purchase button, knowing that he would soon have a brand new font for his keyboard to wear like sexy lingerie on an already alluring body, and his heart thudded in his chest.

The font in question?

Papyrus, of course.

And now they were here, all one hundred and four alphanumeric keys, waiting, virginal, for him to use them as they were intended to be used. 

Or not, quite… but he didn’t think it worth worrying about that too much.

In any event he was going to enjoy them, and that’s the point of it all really, isn’t it?

Lifting an unsteady, trembling hand, he traced a finger over the S cap, breath turning shaky, blood pumping loud in his ears. He retracted that hand as though he’d been fondling a pile of hot coles and his core clenched, the unbearable heat he felt in his fingertips travelling to pool like lava in his gut instead.

He removed his glasses in a single, well practised motion, readying himself to properly warm up his keyboard.

He laid his head on the desk, breath hot against the familiar black plastic, sweeping his long hair out of the way.

‘Hi, baby. Listen, I’ve got something for you and I need you to trust me, okay?’

A beat, and Steven chuckled, low and quiet, as though he’d received the answer he needed to hear.

‘I’ll be gentle,’ he whispered, carefully fondling the space above the arrow keys, ‘I promise.’

His fingers stroked across the middle row of keys, softly fingering the curve of each one by one, before prizing the first original away.

He’d never replaced his keys before, never deeming it quite as necessary as it suddenly seemed, so he’d watched plenty of video tutorials to prepare himself for this moment, ignoring the stirring it seemed to cause between his thighs.

‘Shhh,’ he soothed, picking up the corresponding keycap and placing it ever so gently into place, stroking it a little to settle it in, admiring it from just a few inches above.

‘Did that feel good?’ he coos, weak, ‘Oh, it looks incredible… ready for another?’

Adding the next few characters to the row, Steven paused, pulling back to admire the obnoxiously, unusually, jarringly beautiful Papyrus decorating his trusty old keyboard.

‘How does it feel?’ he breathed, dipping his head as though he was going in, albeit cautiously, for a kiss. ‘Do you like it? Do you want more?’

Steven’s cock twitched in his pants, but he ignored it. If he was going to get hard again, so be it, but he needed to see the whole thing first. Needed to type on it with his very own fingers, feel it in action, prickling against his flesh.

His chest was heaving by the time he finished replacing the keys, breath ragged, fogging the plastic. His cock was straining in his pants too, growing harder to ignore with each thick drop of precum staining the soaked fabric.

Connecting the keyboard back to the computer, with a shaking hand, he reached for the mouse and opened up a Word document, clicked on the fonts menu, scrolled down to Papyrus and selected it.

His hand dropped from the mouse and slipped beneath the desk without so much as another thought. His free hand was left to type, to bring the font to life in a way Helvetica could never, stirring whatever it was inside him that this blasted, incredible, humble front brought to life.

‘Oh, god… you’re beautiful,’ he moaned, stroking his cock lazily over his pants, trying so hard to take this slow. ‘Ohh, you make me so fucking hard…’

He couldn’t type coherently. Not with the way his mind was racing and clouding with pleasure at the same time, the way his cock was throbbing under the familiar warmth of his palm. He needed those new keys closer, needed to really feel them, hell, to taste them…

He slid down in his desk chair to unfasten his trousers, hastily shoving his hand inside his underwear and quickly wrapping his slender fingers around his thick shaft to pump a little faster. With a groan, he shifted again and dropped himself forward over the desk, mouthing at his keys, at Papyrus, and the result of his passion displayed brightly on the screen above them.

‘You taste… so good… mmmnn-’

He glanced up though eyelids heavy with arousal, witnessing the nonsensical stream of characters bashed out onto the document as he tongued desperately at the keys, free hand now gripping the base of the keyboard to keep it in place while his other hand stroked, slow but firm, just the way he liked it.

‘Papyrus-’ he whined, voice shaky, breaking as he went on, ‘you- look- s-so fucking- good in Papyrus-’

He stood on trembling legs, fist pumping faster for a moment as he shoved his trousers lower, before he let himself go and fucked against the keyboard. The keys were almost shar against his cock, but the sigh of his arousal dragging over that font…

Breathless and weak, a thick, hot rope erupted from his cock, splattering over his desk, some on the screen. A strangled howl tore from his throat as he gave in to the bliss, and when the last wave of pleasure subsided, Steven dropped back into the chair and sobbed, eyes quickly welling up, wetting the keys beneath him with teardrops that he tenderly stroked away with merciful fingertips.

‘You did so good,’ he whimpered, high pitched and cracked from crying, ‘so good for me…’

He got himself together quickly enough, tucking himself neatly back into his trousers and focusing on his breathing again as he scraped his hair back to fasten it loosely at the nape of his neck with the hair elastic he kept on his wrist.

He took hold of the mouse again, this time to save the document he and the keyboard had created as a result of their passion for later, typing softly into the Save As box, Papyrus - the way of Steven.docx

[fandommemequeen]

cant i be a good person? cant i actually be useful? cant i survive in the real world? i promise i can i promise i can do this i promise i can look like i have my crap together even if behind closed doors im sobbing staring at the blank canvas blank document staring at my wasted potential if i just tried a little bit harder people would be proud of me and people would like me i just want to succeed is that too much to ask

[estatedekho26]

Plots for sale in Adibatla Hyderabad

Discover Your Dream Plot in Adibatla, Hyderabad

So, you’re on the hunt for the perfect plot in Adibatla, Hyderabad? Buckle up, because you’re about to embark on a real estate adventure that’s as thrilling as finding a hidden treasure chest. Adibatla is not just another name on the map; it’s a burgeoning hotspot with the promise of future growth, thanks to its strategic location and rapid development.

Why Adibatla?

A Rising Star

Adibatla is like that underdog in a sports movie who suddenly becomes the star player. Once a quiet, unassuming area on the outskirts of Hyderabad, Adibatla is now on every real estate investor’s radar. This transformation is largely due to the IT boom and the establishment of the Tata Aerospace SEZ. The area is now a magnet for tech professionals and businesses, creating a high demand for residential plots.

Location, Location, Location

One of the golden rules of real estate is location, and Adibatla ticks all the right boxes. It’s well-connected to the rest of Hyderabad, with the Outer Ring Road (ORR) providing seamless access. Whether you’re commuting to HITEC City, Gachibowli, or Shamshabad Airport, you’re never too far away. Plus, the scenic beauty of this place is a bonus. Imagine waking up to green landscapes and a serene environment every day.

Types of Plots Available

Open Plots

The charm of open plots in Adibatla is undeniable. They offer a blank canvas where you can unleash your creativity and build your dream home just the way you want it. Here’s a quick overview of what’s on offer:

Plot Size

Price Range

Ideal For

150 - 300 sq. yds.

₹30 - 60 Lakhs

Small families, Investors

300 - 500 sq. yds.

₹60 Lakhs - 1 Crore

Larger families, Luxury homes

500+ sq. yds.

₹1 Crore and above

Villas, High-end projects

The flexibility and potential of these open plots make them a hot commodity. You can build anything from a cozy two-bedroom home to a luxurious villa with a private pool. The sky’s the limit!

Gated Community Plots

For those who crave security and community living, gated community plots are an excellent choice. These plots come with a host of amenities like clubhouses, parks, and 24/7 security. It’s like living in a mini-city with all the conveniences at your doorstep.

Investment Potential

Investing in Adibatla is like buying Apple stock in the early 2000s; it's a decision you won’t regret. The area’s rapid development, coupled with its strategic location, ensures high returns on investment. Here’s why:

Proximity to IT Hubs: Adibatla’s closeness to major IT hubs makes it a preferred choice for tech professionals.

Infrastructure Development: With ongoing infrastructure projects, the connectivity and amenities in Adibatla are only getting better.

Affordable Prices: Compared to other parts of Hyderabad, Adibatla offers more affordable plot prices, making it accessible to a wider audience.

The Buying Process

Alright, let’s talk business. Buying a plot in Adibatla involves several steps, but don’t worry I’ve got your back. Here’s a simplified breakdown:

Research: Start with thorough research. Check out various plot options, visit the sites, and get a feel for the area.

Legal Verification: Ensure that the plot has clear titles and is free from any legal disputes. Hire a good lawyer to help with this.

Negotiation: Negotiate the price with the seller. Remember, everything is negotiable in real estate.

Documentation: Once the price is agreed upon, complete the necessary documentation. This includes sale deeds, tax receipts, and other legal paperwork.

Registration: Finally, get the plot registered in your name at the local sub-registrar’s office.

My Personal Adventure

Let me share a little story from my own experience. A couple of years ago, I was in your shoes – eager to find the perfect plot in Adibatla. After months of research, site visits, and countless cups of tea with real estate agents, I finally found the one. It was an open plot with a stunning view of the hills. Fast forward to today, and I’ve built my dream home there. Every morning, as I sip my coffee on the porch, I’m reminded of the excitement and challenges of that journey. And trust me, it was all worth it!

Pros and Cons

Pros

Affordability: Compared to other developed areas in Hyderabad, plots in Adibatla are more affordable.

Future Growth: With ongoing developments, property values are expected to rise.

Scenic Beauty: Adibatla offers a serene and green environment, perfect for those who prefer a peaceful lifestyle.

Cons

Distance: While connectivity is good, it’s still a bit of a drive to the main city.

Amenities: Some parts of Adibatla are still developing, so you might have to wait a bit for certain amenities.

Conclusion

So there you have it, a comprehensive guide to finding the perfect plot in Adibatla, Hyderabad. Whether you’re looking for an open plot to build your dream home or a gated community plot for a secure lifestyle, Adibatla has something to offer. With its strategic location, affordable prices, and immense growth potential, this is the place to be.

Remember, buying a plot is not just about the present; it’s an investment in your future. So, take your time, do your research, and make an informed decision. Happy plot hunting! And who knows, maybe one day we’ll be neighbors, sharing a laugh over our morning coffees. Cheers!

Visit estatedekho.com for more information about Plots for Sale in Adibatla Hyderabad Telangana. Estatedekho is an online platform that offers sellers, potential clients, buyers verified plots, and professional agents at service.

[estatedekho04]

Plots for Sale in Adibatla Hyderabad Telangana

Discover Your Dream Plot in Adibatla, Hyderabad

So, you’re on the hunt for the perfect plot in Adibatla, Hyderabad? Buckle up, because you’re about to embark on a real estate adventure that’s as thrilling as finding a hidden treasure chest. Adibatla is not just another name on the map; it’s a burgeoning hotspot with the promise of future growth, thanks to its strategic location and rapid development.

Plots for sale in Adibatla Hyderabad Telangana

Why Adibatla?

A Rising Star

Adibatla is like that underdog in a sports movie who suddenly becomes the star player. Once a quiet, unassuming area on the outskirts of Hyderabad, Adibatla is now on every real estate investor’s radar. This transformation is largely due to the IT boom and the establishment of the Tata Aerospace SEZ. The area is now a magnet for tech professionals and businesses, creating a high demand for residential plots.

Location, Location, Location

One of the golden rules of real estate is location, and Adibatla ticks all the right boxes. It’s well-connected to the rest of Hyderabad, with the Outer Ring Road (ORR) providing seamless access. Whether you’re commuting to HITEC City, Gachibowli, or Shamshabad Airport, you’re never too far away. Plus, the scenic beauty of this place is a bonus. Imagine waking up to green landscapes and a serene environment every day.

Types of Plots Available

Open Plots

The charm of open plots in Adibatla is undeniable. They offer a blank canvas where you can unleash your creativity and build your dream home just the way you want it. Here’s a quick overview of what’s on offer:

Plot Size

Price Range

Ideal For

150 - 300 sq. yds.

₹30 - 60 Lakhs

Small families, Investors

300 - 500 sq. yds.

₹60 Lakhs - 1 Crore

Larger families, Luxury homes

500+ sq. yds.

₹1 Crore and above

Villas, High-end projects

The flexibility and potential of these open plots make them a hot commodity. You can build anything from a cozy two-bedroom home to a luxurious villa with a private pool. The sky’s the limit!

Gated Community Plots

For those who crave security and community living, gated community plots are an excellent choice. These plots come with a host of amenities like clubhouses, parks, and 24/7 security. It’s like living in a mini-city with all the conveniences at your doorstep.

Investment Potential

Investing in Adibatla is like buying Apple stock in the early 2000s; it's a decision you won’t regret. The area’s rapid development, coupled with its strategic location, ensures high returns on investment. Here’s why:

Proximity to IT Hubs: Adibatla’s closeness to major IT hubs makes it a preferred choice for tech professionals.

Infrastructure Development: With ongoing infrastructure projects, the connectivity and amenities in Adibatla are only getting better.

Affordable Prices: Compared to other parts of Hyderabad, Adibatla offers more affordable plot prices, making it accessible to a wider audience.

The Buying Process

Alright, let’s talk business. Buying a plot in Adibatla involves several steps, but don’t worry I’ve got your back. Here’s a simplified breakdown:

Research: Start with thorough research. Check out various plot options, visit the sites, and get a feel for the area.

Legal Verification: Ensure that the plot has clear titles and is free from any legal disputes. Hire a good lawyer to help with this.

Negotiation: Negotiate the price with the seller. Remember, everything is negotiable in real estate.

Documentation: Once the price is agreed upon, complete the necessary documentation. This includes sale deeds, tax receipts, and other legal paperwork.

Registration: Finally, get the plot registered in your name at the local sub-registrar’s office.

My Personal Adventure

Let me share a little story from my own experience. A couple of years ago, I was in your shoes – eager to find the perfect plot in Adibatla. After months of research, site visits, and countless cups of tea with real estate agents, I finally found the one. It was an open plot with a stunning view of the hills. Fast forward to today, and I’ve built my dream home there. Every morning, as I sip my coffee on the porch, I’m reminded of the excitement and challenges of that journey. And trust me, it was all worth it!

Pros and Cons

Pros

Affordability: Compared to other developed areas in Hyderabad, plots in Adibatla are more affordable.

Future Growth: With ongoing developments, property values are expected to rise.

Scenic Beauty: Adibatla offers a serene and green environment, perfect for those who prefer a peaceful lifestyle.

Cons

Distance: While connectivity is good, it’s still a bit of a drive to the main city.

Amenities: Some parts of Adibatla are still developing, so you might have to wait a bit for certain amenities.

Conclusion

So there you have it, a comprehensive guide to finding the perfect plot in Adibatla, Hyderabad. Whether you’re looking for an open plot to build your dream home or a gated community plot for a secure lifestyle, Adibatla has something to offer. With its strategic location, affordable prices, and immense growth potential, this is the place to be.

Remember, buying a plot is not just about the present; it’s an investment in your future. So, take your time, do your research, and make an informed decision. Happy plot hunting! And who knows, maybe one day we’ll be neighbors, sharing a laugh over our morning coffees. Cheers!

Visit estatedekho.com for more information about Plots for Sale in Adibatla Hyderabad Telangana. Estatedekho is an online platform that offers sellers, potential clients, buyers verified plots, and professional agents at service.

[virtualsketchbook2023]

THE FINAL EXAM- "Spider-Venom"                           

1. Logistics: Crafting the Venom Jacket

Taking every detail into account was critical in making the spider-themed jacket project come to fruition, from the abstract concept to the finished, artistic product. To lay the groundwork, one must first demonstrate strategic decision-making by choosing the right materials. Things like fabric paint, fabric spray paint, and cardboard stencils were the mainstays. Probably motivated by its longevity and compatibility with the jacket's fabric, the fabric paint was a deliberate choice. The use of fabric spray paint demonstrated a sophisticated manner of layering and texturing, which further enhanced the artwork's aesthetic value.

A creative touch was added to the logistical process with the creation of a cardboard stencil. The decision was made with accessibility and adaptability in mind. In addition to being a cheap alternative, the cardboard stencil was customizable, so I could carefully carve out the elaborate spider design. Using extra stencils for the eyes showed a multi-faceted approach, going beyond traditional artistic techniques in terms of attention to detail.

2. Documentation: Capturing the Evolution

Transparency and an illuminating journey into the evolution of the spider-themed jacket were guaranteed by documenting the entire creative process. Taking pictures of the jacket as a blank canvas before its transformation was the first step in the documentation process. The transformation would be best shown with high-resolution photos. From spray painting the fabric to painting the eyes with paint brushes, every step of the process was meticulously recorded. We recorded every step of the process so you can see it all in one place. The process was better understood through close-ups of the stencil making, the spider's shape-shifting, and the fine-toothed brushstrokes that gave life to the eyes.

[superiorseamless3k]

roof coating near me

Finding a reliable local painter and roofer is essential. You've reached the conclusion of Chapter 2! Any story's third act, commonly referred to as the "climax," is the most thrilling. One of the least expensive methods to raise the value and curb appeal of your home is to have a new roof installed. Your efforts seem to have been fruitful.

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The roofers seem committed to finishing the job. A roof's lifetime can sometimes be determined by how well it performs in harsh environments. We need to maintain our current clients happy in order to attract new ones. It doesn't take long to apply liquid silicone or rubber to a roof. To better serve their customers' demands, businesses have created cutting-edge liquid coatings. If we go on this way, nothing will change. The value placed on concealment varies widely among cultures. There may be sociological or economic factors at work in this situation. local roof coating It's a big decision to entrust your health to a doctor. To ensure everyone's safety, all required measures were taken. By doing these steps, you'll be able to put off replacing the roof for a while. We promise to keep your information private.

Finding a reliable roofing coating contractor might be difficult. Get in touch with a reliable company as soon as possible. The counsel of close friends and family members is invaluable. It's harder than it seems to get everyone to concur on a course of action. Researchers may submit many grant applications at once after a terrible incident in an effort to make up for funding that was lost.

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Keep a confident demeanor at all times. Even a seemingly simple task like painting is best left to the professionals if you don't know what you're doing. A once-upon-a-time blank canvas, some paint, and a steady hand were all that were required to produce a one-of-a-kind work of art. The customer should be taken into consideration when designing the website as well as the rest of the business.

If you have a roofing emergency, kindly contact us using the details provided below.

Because of the expertise and experience of our roofing crew, we are confident in our ability to stand out from the competition. The phrase "superior seamless roofing" has recently come to denote "high-quality roofing work" in a more general sense. A key selling advantage, "superior seamless roofing," must be present in the finished product. This document provides a summary of the information we gathered. You've demonstrated the value of learning from other people's experiences. The security breach has had a wide-ranging impact. You have betrayed our trust with your recent actions. We won't be working with Superior Seamless Roofing due to their terrible reputation. Is a new roof soon to be installed? The most effective roofing company to contact is Superior Seamless Roofing. Business for our roofing company has been booming during the last two months. It's astounding when you think about how far we've come. For this reason, the metropolis I designed may reflect the worst aspects of American civilisation. With some degree of assurance, we can make predictions about the direction of technology using these results.

It doesn't take much research to find a reliable roofer who charges reasonable rates. Voter turnout has typically been higher in American elections than in other industrial democracies. Measuring the roof precisely is the first step in building a house. Even if demand remains the same, the price of storage may increase.

The easiest method to learn more about potential vendors is to meet them in person.

Every exchange with vendors must be meticulously recorded. This Agreement will be terminated immediately after we have received your complete final payment. It's good that you're prepared to help individuals who are less fortunate than you. If the audit is successful, you won't need to look for a new health insurance plan.

It is ludicrous to attribute all of climate change to people. Strengthening your sense of self-assurance is a guaranteed approach to win over the hearts of people who matter most to you.

Finding leaks and fixing them are simple tasks for us. The site's regular updating proved difficult at first. Green roofs are a common feature of new downtown office buildings. Ideas once seen as science fiction become commonplace as humankind's understanding of the universe advances. The media has covered our most recent accomplishments in great detail. The ramifications were simple to understand.

[crashstanding]

TerminalMontage Kirbby Slapping noises, but it’s me slapping my brain, begging it to let me create

[hotchnerxo]

Sunday Afternoon

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader Words: 700 Warnings: NOTHING! JUST PURE DOMESTIC FLUFF A/N: No pronouns nor (y/n) for the reader, a blank canvas. This is just a soft little domestic blurb idea I had in my head and had to get it out as a way to cure my writers block. This is dedicated to everyone who's been having a hard time lately and days are a struggle. I am very proud of you <3

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Sunday afternoon

The weeks are usually hectic in the Hotchner household. Yours and your husband’s work schedule can be all over the place at times and trying to balance a home life with a 12 year old Jack is not the easiest task to do. But you manage it and you all have learned to love it and take every day as they come.

Saturdays are spent at Jack’s soccer practices and hobbies. There are so many errands to run and things to take care of. Sometimes both of you are still stuck on a case somewhere -criminals rarely care about your weekend plans.

But Sundays are dedicated to the family and to rest. It has become your favorite day of the week. Even Aaron’s usually able to properly rest and relax. A few times he’s even slept longer than you have, which is a miracle for a chronic insomniac.

This Sunday is thankfully one of those Sundays. You’d finished a nice family dinner with your boys. Jack had just moments ago stormed to his room, excited to continue his new lego project he had going on. He was telling you all about it on the dinner table and seeing how thrilled he is about building his own world in his room and showing it to his friends next week, it makes your heart feel so full.

After everything was cleaned up, you and Aaron thought it would be a good idea to sit down for a moment and relax on the couch together. He puts on the TV and surfs the channels until he finds something that he’s interested in watching for more than 5 seconds at a time. You lean your back to his side, feet up on the couch. His arms come to wrap around you and settle mindlessly on your waist. It’s like it’s drawn there magnetically, it’s where it belongs.

But instead of watching tv, you feel like reading the book you’ve been putting off for so long. It’s been staring at you on the coffee table for weeks, but you’ve been avoiding reading it. Because once you read the book, it can never be unread again and that’s kind of sad. You’ve explained the feeling to your husband many times and it never fails to get a chuckle out of him.

Aaron’s fingers so gently trace over the fabric of your shirt as he watches the document on the TV. His breath is warm on your hair as you lean your head on his shoulder. His chest rises and falls in a relaxed rhythm beneath you and you realize that your own breathing matches his.

You move slightly to get a better position and once you settle back down, your head on his shoulder, he pressed the softest set of kisses on your hair. You hum to the feeling. It’s so soft and gentle; you feel so cherished.

Only a few pages into the book, you put it down on your thighs momentarily. You lean your head back, just enough to see him better. There’s a small smile on his lips even if his eyes are still focused on the screen. “Something on your mind?” his voice is sweet like honey and it never fails to make you feel all warm and giddy inside.

“Nah” you smile at him as his eyes finally meet yours “nothing at all”. Your hand raises on his cheek and feels the slight stubble underneath your fingertips.

He lowers his head to kiss your forehead before looking back to the television. You close the book and put it back where you’d picked it up earlier, to wait for another Sunday. Aaron’s eyes are curiously following your movements as you climb up on your husband’s lap. You curl up against him and nuzzle your head on the crook of his neck.

No words are said, they’re not needed. His arms wrap tightly around you and hold you closer to him; one on your waist, one on your thigh. His fingertips continue running on the surface of your clothes, not expecting anything more from you, but to hold you and to feel you so close.

You kiss his cheek before you settle yourself to his embrace.

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[akaluan]

Hey, that stuff about Google Docs you just shared would be VERY helpful to share with some people I know but do you happen to know of any sources I can link about it besides your post? (No worries if that is not possible, but my search attempts are probably not using the right keywords and I'm coming up blank.)

Good search terms are "Google documents canvas" and "Google doc canvas implementation" although you'll need to skip past mentions of Canvas The Product.

Here's an opinion piece by someone at Zapier about what Google's changed, in layman speak, and why it is (theoretically) a good idea. https://zapier.com/blog/google-docs-canvas-based-rendering/

Realistically I do somewhat agree, but also I will argue that there IS no way to entirely unify the way things display... If you're talking about using different browsers. Because Firefox renders canvas slightly different from how chrome does, and things will never one hundred percent agree. But different computers all using chrome? Yeah, things will render very close to identically.

On the other hand. This change broke 90% or more of BROWSER extensions (not add-ons, which are like extensions for just gdocs/Gmail/etc) that tried to interact with gdocs. Many that still work only work on chrome. Of those that do, many of THOSE only work on editable Google docs, even if they're just an accessibility extension to read websites aloud.

So most of the points I listed past number one are merely things I've found while working with the code itself. However! Here's one of the initial documents that Google released about the update to canvas:

https://workspaceupdates.googleblog.com/2021/05/Google-Docs-Canvas-Based-Rendering-Update.html?m=1

Note that they say that SUPPORTED assistive tech will be unaffected, which means tech implementations that they approve for use. Specifically, it requires getting access to the API, and also they're talking about Add Ons, not browser extensions, which need to access a different API. I work for a pretty large education based company, and we were denied our request to access specific features that would allow us to Just Work As Usual, so I had to work around their switch to canvas in order to enable our specific features in Google docs.

And no one say anything about Grammarly still working on gdocs in both Firefox and chrome. You know why? Because I figured out my work around trick from examining THEIR implementation. Which doesn't use any API access (which thus means no Google integration is required to use their software) and thus works on both editable and uneditable documents. (Okay, so Grammarly doesn't APPEAR to work on uneditable documents but that's just because the coders told it not to. After all, why make grammar suggestions on a document you can't edit?)

Most of my points (the rebuilding of the canvas, how often it happens, etc) are only visible when I add debugging statements in my specific code, which lets me see otherwise "invisible" interactions happening beneath the hood.

You can see the use of four canvas with your own eyes, though! And it's actually pretty fascinating to watch the html move. If you want to see that bit, in your browser of choice, navigate to a Google doc (not a spreadsheet, a document) of your choice, and open the Inspector

(Chrome and Firefox: press Ctrl+shift+i )

Now click on the element picker icon in the corner of the inspector panel that came up

(it looks like this:

And hover your mouse over the Google document you're viewing. You should see part of the page highlight a light blue. Aim for the page of the document (so where the text is) and you should see a popup that reads something like "canvas.kix-canvas-tile-content" which is what we're aiming for! Click to confirm, and look back over at the inspector window you opened in the first step. Make sure you're viewing Elements -- these are the raw html components of the page you're viewing.

This is an example of the element inspector panel on Chrome.

Now, you don't need to know tooooo much about html to follow what's next. Clicking on the canvas when in selection mode should have highlighted a line in the inspector panel that should start with something like "<canvas class="kix-canvas-tile-content"" that's the actual canvas that Google is drawing on to produce your text document.

Now, right above it should be another line that starts with "<div class="kix-page-paginated"" along with a little down arrow next to it. This is the containing element that holds the canvas in a proper place, and you should see several divs with kix-page-paginated as their class. Pay attention to these divs specifically. Now start slowly scrolling down the page and watch the inspector panel. Note how after a point there's a flash and the z-index tag on the div changes? That's Google rebuilding the canvas inside that div to be a different page. Google lists pages starting from index 0, so what we would call page 1 is actually z-index 0, but otherwise it's the same. If you hover your mouse over the html element in the inspector, you'll see the element's location on the screen -- do this with a page outside of view, and watch how when the index changes, the location the div points to changes too!

Again, this part of the changes really isn't a problem, it's just a Fascinating Implementation that amuses me to play with.

[paracosm-writing]

"𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡"| Reiner Braun

Next chapter

Pairing: Reiner Braun x f!reader

Word Count: -3k words

Summary: It's hard to hate a devil when he's the only one that can stop your pain. In which Reiner finally comes home, and you're resigned to hate him until you realize he's all you have.

TW: NSFW, kidnapping, hostage situation, angst, unhealthy power dynamics, toxic relationship, Stockholm syndrome, slight yandere! Reiner (?), canon divergent, soft smut loool, a little worship/praise kink

A/N: This fic lives in an AU in which:

The Armored Titan can see their own future memories

The Reader was taken to Marley after the reveal in season 2.

This is a multi-fic of just random moments in this scenario cause I can't commit to an actual story since I've got a wrist injury!

You weren't moved into the house until the warriors came back from their last stand in Shigashina, haggard and defeated. Only two men - no, two monsters - Zeke Jeager and Reiner Braun, your husband.

It was still unsettling to call him that. You didn't even get to have a marriage ceremony. Papers were drawn and documents were forged to ensure you had a place in Marley, but it didn't feel right. The one thing you had dreamed about and longed for for so long, ever since you met him in Paradis.

And before you could digest it, the weight of it, he was gone again.

Now the idea of it was brought to life as Reiner guided you around your new home. A small but quaint one on the outskirts of Liberio, so close to Marleyan districts you could almost pretend you weren't considered a devil. A false sense of security for Honorary Marleyans.

Despite its small foundation, the house was wide with two full baths, large bedrooms, and a family room. There was even a third bedroom, only a bit smaller than the rest, and you couldn't help but furrow your brows as you peeked into the room.

Reiner coughed, cleared his throat, and quickly closed the door. "All they had left were starter rooms," he explained sheepishly. "For...families."

Neither of you said anything else about that room. You both knew you wouldn't be needing it.

You followed him down to the hall then, noticing Reiner's shoulders were tense. If this were after training, you'd probably offer to give him a massage, laughed when he tried to hide his moans of relief, and melted into his kiss when he turned around afterward to thank you.

But that was when you were just two kids facing the world together.

"I specifically asked for two rooms," he said, turning to eye you wearily. As if you might attack him or run away. "So you don't have to worry about me."

You opened your mouth to speak but your voice was raw from sobbing the night before when you found out he was coming back. Having destroyed your home, you assumed. But the last stand had been a failure, and that gave you hope.

You wanted to scream, 'How dare you try to be a good guy? Of course I wouldn't want to share a room with you.'

But you were all screamed out, and a part of you still yearned for the idea. For him to wrap his arms around you as you rested on his chest.

If you did, would you wake up back in Paradis? Would this all turn out to be a dream?

He lead you to your room and like all the others, it was bare of warmth. Stripped of life. The twin bed against the wall was plain, with white comforters and pillowcases, a simple wooden desk and a chair against the window. The grey curtains flowed from the wind wisping into the room, the moon's light washing over you both.

If you didn't know any better, you would think this room belonged to one of the warriors. A room built for a blank canvas, a weapon, not a human being.

Wordlessly, you entered the room and dropped the one bag made for you full of armbands and clothes made of strange textures and fabrics on the bed.

You could feel Reiner's eyes boring into your back as you moved to the window. Outside, buildings lazed over the small houses and over those buildings were more of the mainland, more of the outside world...

Armin's books...

"Can you close the curtains?" You asked softly, voice sore. “I don’t want to see anything.”

"Of course," Reiner murmured, already behind you in a flash. He leaned over and closed the curtains.

"We can go shopping tomorrow," he said. “Buy you new furniture and anything else you want in your room."

Your mind drifted to the one decoration you'd managed to have in every bedroom that ever belonged to you. From your childhood home, to the orphanage, to the barracks.

The only decor you needed that was now gone forever.

A sketch of your mother.

This monster took you away and he didn't even let you bring a picture of your mother.

Rage brewed within you, so powerful you could go blind, and yet nothing came out.

Instead you stood there, eyes on the floor because you couldn't look at him.

Or you might not survive.

You needed to survive.

Help was coming.

You just needed to stay put, find a way out when the opportunity presented itself, wait for your friends to come for you.

"Y/N, I-" Reiner started again but sighed instead. “If you need anything, I'm here. Goodnight, Y/N.”

He started to retreat, turning on his heel, and oddly enough, your heart started to pound.

"Rei-erm, wait," you called hoarsely and he seemed to turn around in a heartbeat.

Strangely, you wanted to say, ‘I’m scared’. What you would do once you were alone in this strange room, you didn’t trust yourself enough to find out, and yet you couldn’t go to Reiner like you used to. Not anymore.

So instead you composed yourself.“There isn’t a lock on the door.”

Reiner, so firm up until now, regarded you with pity.“Y/N,” he said softly. “You know why there can’t be.”

 It dawned on you then, as you took in Reiner’s firm stance. It dawned on you that there was a possibility you could be trapped here for the rest of your life. The thought sent your head spinning.

You grasped the wooden bed frame to keep from swaying as your vision started to blur with tears. Pathetically, your anger melted into fear, that familiar panic that tormented you since the walls fell, now following you across the sea.

And even worse, there was only one person who could manage to make it stop.

“So you’re telling me I’m trapped here,” you said shakily.

“You don’t have to be… you could make… a life here,” He left off the implication you were both thinking of; ‘with me.’

For a moment, you almost considered it, you almost allowed yourself to envision it. A life with Reiner, the third room that you would never speak of belonging to a child, A real wedding to make up for the horrors Reiner had inflicted on your comrades to bring you here-

No, you wouldn’t go there. You couldn’t.

“Life? What kind of life, Reiner?” You exclaimed, mustering up the strength to spin around and face him. “One where I’m treated like a devil for just walking down the street? Where I have to pretend my entire home isn’t being slaughtered by people like you? You might be able to take that, but I can’t.”

He was stoic, an apologetic gleam behind his eyes, hurt etched on his face.

You resisted the urge to hold him, even as you sensed his pain in the very depths of your core. Once upon a time, you were so in love that one just knew when the other was hurt.

Reiner had held your face in his hands before the survey corps expedition as if you were a precious treasure he'd been searching centuries for as he reassured you, 'If you need me, I'll know.'

Such a thought had comforted you then. When you'd been slammed into a tree by the Female Titan, the rest of your comrades killed. You thought you would die in the clearing but Reiner had showed up just like he'd promised.

And now he needed you, you could feel it, and you resisted every part of you that wanted to run to him.

“Do you think I want this for you?” He said darkly, voice strained. “I hate it too, Y/N, but dammit the right things don’t always feel good,”

He closed the gap between you before you could react, cradling your face in his large hands, hazel eyes teary. ” you don’t know how many ways this could’ve turned out for you, how many ways I’ve had to save you.”

You froze, you were so close that your breaths mangled together. And you longed for him, you longed to bury your face in his chest and sob, but how could you find comfort in the person who’d hurt you in the first place?

“Reiner,” you breathed, tears welling in your eyes, tears you loathed because they weren’t entirely forged from anger. “I will never make a life here,”

You took a step back then, imagining the faces of all the ones you’d lost so you could keep your composure as you looked him in the eye. “And I will hate you until the day I die.”

“Hate me, I deserve it, and I’ll make sure you have a lifetime to do so.”

He started out of the room, leaving your heart and mind in pieces around you. There he was, talking to you about things that you didn’t understand, talking in codes and secret languages. It used to drive you mad on the island and it drove you mad now.

Save you? How was destroying your home and kidnapping you saving you?

You ran to the doorway. “Just drop the act, Reiner! You didn’t save me, you’re not a soldier for humanity, you’re a devil!” You cried. “So stay away from me!”

And then, worn out from trying to be strong, “I-I can’t believe I ever loved a monster like you.”

Reiner paused in the hallway, his back to you. And you saw the way he crumbled even as he seemingly tried to hide it.

“Neither can I,” he said. “I really am nothing but a filthy devil.”

You were supposed to feel satisfied, you were supposed to feel in control, but instead you were left with an ache in your chest. 

Slowly, you closed the door.

Your heart- what was left of it - shattered as it shut and you sank down to your knees in sobs.

Crying without any tears.

Crying for your friends so distant from you now.

Crying for the silly cause you had once believed in. For humanity.

Crying for the devil you once loved.

It wasn't until you went to unzip your bag for the odd, yet soft clothes Marleyans used as pajamas that you found the sketch.

The sketch of your mother.

A treasure that only a devil would've remembered to grab for you that day Wall Rose was breached.

》《

Reiner was contemplating over the rifle in his closet, how it would be so easy to shut down the guilt roaring within him, when he heard the knock.

Loud, forceful, again and again and again. In a frenzy.

He knew that knock.

He sensed what it meant.

Reiner opened the door to you, eyes red, sobbing, gasping for breath. "Reiner," you managed. "Help me, make it stop, please, you're the only one that can make it stop."

Without hesitation, he gathered you in his arms, let you cry into his shirt. And he marveled for a moment at how familiar you felt even now. How your body melted into his in that perfect way as if you were made for him

It was cruel. The one person he’d hurt so badly he couldn’t stand it was also one of the people that still gave him a reason to stay. You needed him, even if you didn’t welcome the idea, even if you loathed it.

Because you had been in his memories, happy and free, dying and tormented. If he left this earth, who would protect you from the doom he foresaw waiting for you?

"Shhh, shhh," he whispered, stroking your hair as you sobbed. Just as he'd done so many times before when you would grow anxious before a mission. "I've got you, sunshine. You're safe here, I'm not gonna let anything hurt you."

His heart pained at the irony of it all. From the very beginning, he'd been uttering soothing lies. Yet he continued because lies were the only way he knew to make it better.

"Just take deep breaths for me okay, baby? I promise you're okay. I'm here. I'm right here."

He felt your body relax, your heart hammering in your throat galloping down to a slow pace.

Your cries turned to sniffles, but you still trembled in his arms, clinging to the collar of his thin, long-sleeved t-shirt. And all was still, and for a moment, you both could pretend that nothing had changed.

“Please, Reiner,” you said shakily then. “Please let me go home.”

He stiffened.

“Please,” you pleaded, voice raw from crying. “I’m begging you. If you love me, you’ll let me go home.”

His arms tightened around you and he grimaced into your shoulder.

“Please-“

“Don’t speak,” he said firmly, swallowing hard. “You know I can’t. This is your new life now, and the sooner you accept it, the better you’ll be.”

Your heart sank, but all you knew to do was to cry into his shirt again, nuzzling your head in his chest as if you could bleed through each other. You never felt so trapped.

“It’s for your own good,” he added, only causing you to sob.

“Please,” was all you could manage, over and over again, hoping he might hear you. See you.

Instead Reiner's hands moved from your back, trailing down to the hem of your shirt as he murmured into the night, "I'll make it stop.”

You didn’t know why you let him undress you, crying into his kiss, gentle and soft, wet with your tears.

Maybe it was because you needed him to fill the hole in your heart. To empty you of the pain and confusion coursing through you. To replace the foreignness of this house with something you knew.

The familiar sensation of his touch.

Reiner might’ve broken you, but he was the only one who could make it stop.

He trailed kisses down your body, from your neck, to your shoulders, your breasts. Then he coaxed you to the bed, whispered, “Let me take care of you.”

For a moment you felt numb, drained from all the turmoil, and then Reiner was between your thighs. You laid there limply at first and yet somehow you started to respond, your hips bucking up to meet him, hearing your moans as if they weren’t yours.

And you welcomed the pleasure, got lost in the ecstasy, because if Reiner had to break your heart then let it be sweet. Because it reminded you of the days of hiding in closets and stealing time near the lake during Cadet training.

“You are, so beautiful,” he mumbled, staring down at you as you writhed beneath him. You couldn’t help but weep again. He’d told you that the first time too, before you knew.

The pang in your heart started to grow more insistent, louder than the fading high. You didn’t want to feel it.

“Reiner,” you gasped.

“I know, baby, I know,” he murmured into your neck, peppering kisses along the hollow all the way to your collarbone. “I’m gonna make it stop, I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

He guided his need to yours until you blended into one. The fullness of him seemed to fill the emptiness of your home. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, grasping at the familiarity of being connected.

Reiner thrust into you, deep yet still somehow gentle as if he knew how delicate you were. How fragile. “You’re doing so good,” he whispered in your ear. “You’re taking it all so good, I’m so proud of you baby.”

The rush of pleasure and sorrow was too much for you to think clearly. Tears continued to stream down your cheeks and you dug your nails into Reiner’s back as he quickened his pace, your need more desperate as you both tried to outrun the pain.

He sat you up on his lap, hoisted you up as if you were a god to worship, kissing down your neck to your breasts. And again he wiped away your tears, whispering to you that somehow he could make it okay.

And for one sweet moment, it was okay. It stopped, and nothing else mattered. Nothing but you, and him, and the sweet pleasure rushing through you as he buried his head in the crook of your neck.

You nearly believed you were two cadets fumbling around in the moonlight, nervous and eager and in love. You nearly believed nothing had ever changed.

Then pleasure seeped from your body, ebbing away until you were left with the pain that remained.

You were both panting, mangled in one another, and it was so comforting and yet frightening all at the same time.

Reality was back in the form of Reiner’s eyes of gold staring back at you, gleaming with the tears of a sinner.

“I’ll do anything,” he whispered. “Whatever-whatever you need, tell me what I can do to make it right.”

Reiner knew he was selfish. He needed to believe he was doing the right thing. That he was saving you. That with every bit of pleasure he brought to you, he could make you better, and through saving you he would save himself.

But it was a lie. He couldn’t fix what he had ruined in the first place.

In your silent tears, he heard those same three words, the ones that haunted him, “Let me go,” you managed shakily. “R-Reiner, please.”

He regarded you, the girl who’d he’d watched grow strong through his memories of the island be reduced to a frightened, unsure mess again, just as he’d first left you when he broke down the walls of Shigashina.

The simplicity of being with you was gone, and now he too was reminded again of what he wanted to stop. His reason for wanting to die.

And yet, you were alive. You were alive, and that was all that mattered. That he’d stopped the worst of his memories from ever happening.

So those three words were like hot iron searing his chest each time you said them, but resolution still saturated his own, “I’m sorry, princess, I can’t.”

He saw the desperation in your eyes, frozen there, since the day he’d taken you. “Then you can’t,” you whimpered. “You can’t make it stop.”

You started to cry, squeezing your eyes shut.

So Reiner did the only thing he knew to do, he took you up in his arms and turned you to the side so that you were crying into his chest. His arms wrapped around you as you trembled with sorrowful fatigue.

In the morning you’d get up and go back to your room, ashamed, thinking he was asleep. Neither of you would talk about what happened. Even when you’d come to him the next night, broken, and begging him to make it stop.

FIN.

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