#LED Panel Types

[bmpmp3]

vocal synth character designs have become Too Complicated in the past. uh. 15 years for my little watercoloury brain to handle so i will always have to simplify them forever but i was thinking yknow i can just make them fun new outfits too. module type deal. alternate outfits!!! so i was trying to make genbu one but it does just look like something youd see in the stageplay adaptation of a historical-setting otome game LOL

[badedramay]

i also feel like the yumna situation isn't really comparable bc the anger stems from the fact that yumna built her image on being the indie darling who did the thought provoking projects that were markedly different from what was mainstream, only to end up trying to justify working in a project as egregious as tere bin. like when you have something like dil nah umeed toh nahi in your repertoire, in which a focus on violence against women and the horrors of it are so pronounced to the point you risk being banned by pemra, it's hard to justify your own integrity as an actor when you switch to something like tere bin once mainstream success is more immediately accessible to you (and the same goes for wahaj). obv plenty of pakistani actors have starred in projects ranging anywhere from mid to trash. it's an unfortunate reality if staying consistently employed is the goal esp when you're starting to build your career. but when you're a veteran with a reputable resume to boot you have a choice and people are going to notice what you choose and how you wield the influence you've developed. you don't see sajal or kubra or ramsha or mawra interested in starring in the same trash simply bc they're more famous now than they were before. some of their projects may have shortcomings (eg hum kahaan kay sachay thay or for a more recent example neem) but the social statements of their works are clearly important to them and that's what people are criticizing yumna for lacking at present. even moreso when she's taking active steps to defend herself from criticism rather than hearing out and acknowledging what worthwhile criticism there is. i hate it when actresses are lectured on humbling themselves but listening to her comments at the round table recently was alarming for me. there's all too many actors including her who feel entitled to shrug off criticism bc if they know they acted well then that's seemingly all that matters. i can't imagine living in a state of unreality like that

but Tere Bin isn't the only mainstream drama that she has done though? Raaz e Ulfat is right there. Guzaarish was also a soapy melodrama. so it's not like her repertoire is only made up of the artsy dramas. Pukaar too, if I'm not wrong, had her as a damsel in distress for the most run-time of the show. frankly, I don't mind Yumna doing more proper mainstream dramas because let's face it..the on-ground popularity come from such dramas only. TB's success led her to gain more commercials and more campaigns which mean more money for her. actors already have a limited shelf life..why wouldn't she want to make the most of it now that the opportunity has struck?

TB was a mess. no arguments there. it was problematic and probably the worst character Yumna had to give life to. I agree. but how does that mean Yumna has fully switched to these roles? afaik her next confirmed project is a movie Nayab that's taking her back to her character-driven narrative roots. who knows what her next project is going to be? I'll reserve my criticism for her if she chooses to do another TB because yeah, then this becomes a choice. but until then..this girl has done more than enough projects in her career as an actor to warrant at least one project where she gets to relieve herself from social responsibility and just have fun. acting in Pakistani drama industry is already hard enough, it doesn't need to become a platform for activism all the time especially when all the responsibility is thrust on the shoulders of the actors when they are the most dispensable pawns of the game and the real power lies in the hands of the executives and makers. I find it unfair if all the work Yumna has done over the years gets dismissed because of one bad project (that I personally believe she didn't expect to blow up in the way it did) or that her previous conscious choices of project be seen in a suspicious or dubious light.

not every actor has the same circumstances so expecting them all to make similar choices or have the same career arc is not wise. we can't disregard the fact that acting is also a job for these people and sometimes as an employed adult you gotta suck it up. Yumna has power, Yumha has a voice; and she has used it plenty in some very powerful projects. but like every adult she has the right to not be defined by being just one kind of actor. as I type this I am reminded of how Maya had said that Yumna mostly gets cast in these heavy character roles when she can do something completely different if given a chance and she should be given a chance.

if Yumna is facing criticism for defending TB then she's also receiving immense love for this project in real time. expecting her to denounce the project that continues to give her love and acceptance sounds rather...foolish, no? i doubt Yumna is dumb enough to not know where TB went wrong with her character likewise she's not dumb enough to not acknowledge that TB is her biggest success. she's stuck in a catch 22.

honestly I don't see how being part of projects that almost get banned by PEMRA or barely get any ratings or views are some matter of pride and only they should be an actor's standard. even the biggest actors in the most stable industries want to have a balance of artsy and mainstream projects to satisfy both the artist and the actor in them. if Yumna is doing that as well..so what? being an "indie darling" has barely promised her guaranteed acknowledgement. her performance in Parizaad was phenomenal and what did she get in return for it? just a measly "best couple" nomination alongside Ahmed Ali Akbar. and this wasn't her first snub btw, she's been snubbed many times. with the body of work she has..she should have more awards to her name because that's what the indie darlings are supposed to have at least, right? but will anyone in their right mind deny Meerab a nomination if not a win? that's the whole game here.

[myownwholewildworld]

Just thinking about that old man lazily fingering you while he's reading some book/manual. Like he's trying to figure out how to build something and ofc he's multitasking.

listen... i've been (horny) thinking about this the whole damn day. joel would definitely do that, wouldn't he? and the bastard would pretend like what was happening had nothing to do with him... please joel wreck us 🧎‍♀️

more old man!joel miller (with his reading glasses on) filth under the cut 👇

Your fingers weren’t Joel’s. Ever since that old man touched you, you could swear he’d broken your pussy—in more ways than one. It just didn’t hit the same now. If you insisted you were sure you could come on your own, but why suffer through it when you could just get him to do it for you? Throwing the duvet cover off you, you jumped out of bed. It was around midnight, crickets chirping outside through the open window. The light summer breeze rustled the curtains, the night quiet and peaceful. And Joel wasn’t anywhere to be seen. When you went upstairs, Joel had promised he wouldn’t be long. Liar.

Huffing, you readjusted your panties and put on Joel’s green flannel shirt before you stomped down the stairs, only to find he wasn’t in the dining room where you had left him. So you headed towards the main door. It was ajar, the yellow light of the porch filtering through the crack.

Peeking outside, you found Joel on a rocking chair with his reading glasses on, immersed in a book titled “Beginners Guide to Solar.”

“What are you up to, gorgeous?” you purred, making yourself comfy on his lap.

You spread your legs open over his thighs, your back resting on his chest, and Joel threaded an arm between your waist and elbow, his palm gently resting on your lower belly—the tips of his fingers stroking your covered mound mindlessly.

“Just doin’ some reading. Found some solar panels and I’d like to hook them up to the electricity supply here at home. I just worked out our power usage, but then I need to figure out if the batteries we have are compatible to run off the grid. See, if the specs are right, then I just have to…” Joel babbled, but your mind had already drifted off to other topics.

You loved him when he got all nerdy about this stuff. Just the sight of him with some manual in hand and his reading glasses on had you in heat.

“Mhm. Interesting,” you compelled him to keep on talking, his deep, throaty voice making your pussy tingle.

Biting down your bottom lip, you covered the back of his hand with your palm and guided his touch under your panties. Joel didn’t even flinch, still speaking out loud about how to get the solar panels to work. You led his thick fingers past your mound and pushed his ring one in your damp slit.

You were so fucking wet, his finger sliding down your velvety cunt produced the most beautiful, squelching noises. You then guided him to your throbbing clit, and Joel pressed some deep, tight circles on your nub, your jaw hanging wide open while the back of your head rested on his shoulder. You pussy beat in unison with your racing heart, gushing for him, melting under his touch.

Joel flicked your overexcited bundle of nerves, and you mewled in reply, grinding your ass on his bulge. He wasn’t immune to you despite how his voice kept a steady tone—his growing erection firmly pressing against your buttocks. And you really liked it when he pretended like this.

When the hot coil began tightening in your dripping pussy, Joel dropped his hand further down and stuffed his middle and ring fingers in your slippery hole without warning, down to the knuckles. Your hips bucked up and then down, your fingers harshly curling around the armrests of the rocking chair.

“Oh, f-fuck—” you gasped, eyes fluttering shut. “So, uh, the… the finge— batteries… are they… uhm… the right size— I mean, type?” you stuttered, your concentration scattered all over the place while Joel fingered you in deep, smooth thrusts.

“Yeah, they are sealed ones. But I think I’mma need an inverter so I can convert the direct current of the battery into alternate current, otherwise it won’t be enough voltage for the appliances,” he explained with a calm demeanour, as if he wasn’t fingering you stupid out here in the open.

“Uh-huh… I see…” you mumbled, breath hitching in your throat, not a coherent thought in your brain.

Joel pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt with ease, hooking them inside to expertly rub your anterior wall, the roughness of his palm pressed against your crying clit for extra friction. His words made no sense anymore, filling your ears like the buzzing noise of a broken TV.

By that point you were squirming and whimpering, drool pooling in your mouth, slick sliding off his fingers, wetting his wrist now. Your inner walls suddenly clenched, squashing his fingers tight—but that didn’t stop Joel, who made a point of sinking them deeper. And the coil inside you was so very ready to snap, your muted sobs growing louder.

“Quit whimpering, I’m tryna focus ‘ere, sweetheart,” he scolded you, the crease between his brows more pronounced, his hand building a faster pace between your thighs.

The moment Joel stuffed a third finger and bottomed out, you just lost it. Wailing on his lap, your fingers clutching around the armrests, holding on for dear life, you finally let go… all the while Joel kept on talking about something to do with charge controllers. Your pussy clamped down on his thick digits, fluttering and squeezing harshly, while you got to the highest climax possible. Just to then uncontrollably come crushing down like a rock off a precipice because Joel kept on fingering you throughout your orgasm.

Your stiff body suddenly relaxed, finding the bliss you’d unsuccessfully been going after on your own. Joel tapped your pussy a few times with his wet palm and when you were done, his hand stayed there, gently buttering your puffy lips with your sticky arousal.

“So… are we installing the solar panels tomorrow then?” you finally asked when you found your wavering voice.

“Did you not hear a thing of what I've just told you, darling?” Joel tsked.

“Nope, sorry,” you giggled, peppering kisses on his jawline.

“You’re incorrigible,” he rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes, the ghost of a sly grin on his lips.

“So correct me, baby.”

[usersanon]

Please be aware of the user @/saintsugu also known as Ezra.

Past pseudonyms include (but are not limited to: @/aces_high

I never thought that I would have to create a post like this. In my near 12 years on the internet, I never thought I would have to write down the words I am about to type, especially about a fellow fanfic creator, one I used to enjoy before I found out about the type of person he really is. I apologise for the long post, however I want to make sure I am as thorough as possible so I can bring this person to justice.

Before opening the read more/ continuing with this post, please read the trigger warnings. This will deal with heavy topics, ones that make me sick to my stomach. I apologise for all of the censoring in this post as well.

TW: P*DOPHILIA, UNDER*GE, SEXUALIZATION OF EDS AND SH

I would just like to start off by saying how difficult this post is for me to write. I have had to take multiple breaks while typing this out. I have felt disgusted since I first saw the posts on his twitter. Like I need to take a shower and scrub myself clean, however, at the same time I feel like I cannot sit idly by while Ezra still has a platform.

The posts I have seen on his twitter, what he actively endorses is just disgusting and predatory in nature. I have done my best to censor them so as to not continue the spread of such material. As of the time of this post, his twitter is still public.

HIS TWITTER (X) IS CURRENTLY UNDER THE NAME @/ezr_ace

First, I’ll give evidence I have to prove that the twitter account stated above is in fact his. I was wary at first as well, however, I believe this evidence in fact proves that beyond reasonable doubt that the account is his.

The obvious reasoning is as follows: Ezra goes by the pseudonym Ezra currently, and has gone by the pseudonym Ace in the past. Both the twitter account and his tumblr state that he is 21. Both twitter and tumblr themes are the same in nature, featuring manga panels of Suguru edited in the same way.

If you’re familiar with Ezra at all, you would know that they are very close with another user, Flora, also known as @/fyogasm. Previously known as @/pussydrunkfyodor on tumblr. When going through the followers of this twitter account, I noticed someone by the name of Flora following him (one of about 34 followers), with the user @/floratumblr. This account had their tumblr linked in the bio of the profile, and it led straight to Flora’s tumblr. Screen recording is posted below:

UPDATE: since Ezra has been called out, Flora has unfollowed Ezra’s Twitter as well as deleted her account. I can only assume it is to try and dodge the backlash of being associated with him. Here are screenshots proving they are moots/ interacting with each other.

Note: I do not know what this means for the content of Flora’s character. All I can say for certain is that she is close friends with him (to the point they have each others numbers), and that she follows his Twitter. I did not dive deep into her Twitter before she deleted it. But I can say that I do believe she knew the content he was posting about, otherwise she wouldn’t have deleted her Twitter the second he was called out while remaining mutuals with him on tumblr.

UPDATE 1/19/24 1:50 pm: Since creating this post, Flora has reached out and stated that they have broken all contact with Ezra. They state that they are not frequently on twitter, and was completely unaware of the type of content he was posting on the account. They state that the content found on the account has made them feel sick and that they are no longer friends anymore.

Back to the main point, this only adds to the similarities listed above. A close mutual that he has been seen actively talking to on his tumblr also follows him on twitter, endorsing his behavior. This alone was too much for me to ignore. However, one final factor came into play that solidifies that user ezr_ace and user saintsugu are the same Ezra.

He not only posted to his tumblr about hateful anon messages, but also his twitter at the same time. Right after the messages were sent, he tweeted the following, as well as posted the following messages on his tumblr. Screenshots with time stamps posted below:

This for me, confirms that the two accounts are the same. There are simply too many coincidences for me to ignore. I feel that there is no argument about the validity of the accounts, as there are just too many similarities to ignore. Now, I can delve into what the post is really about. The content of the Twitter account.

P*DOPHILLIC ACTIONS AND UNDRE*GE CONTENT.

To put it simply, I was horrified when I first opened the profile to be greeted with Shotacon artwork. Full on artwork of an adult Toji a*saulting a child Gojo. In this artwork, Gojo looks as if he can be no older than 10. Most of the image is censored for obvious reasons, however, part of the screenshot appears in the video above as well. Proving that it cannot have been doctored in any way.

As you can see, the post is tagged with tw sh*ta. For anyone unaware, the definition of Sh*ta is as follows: “Sh*ta is a term used in manga and anime fandoms to indicate sex involving an under*ge boy.” (Fanlore.org) Aka, CP.

It is disgusting to see someone who I once enjoyed, once trusted, interact with literal cp. Drawing or not, the effect of it is still massive. Viewing children (ANYONE UNDER*GE) in a sexual nature is harmful to everyone. It breaches past dark content into something horrible. Something dangerous.

I felt sick seeing someone be as brazen as to repost a picture of a child being a*saulted. To get off on it. It is p*dophilic. That is the only way it can be put.

Further on this, he has written smut of, in his words, “not necessarily under*ge” Suguru in highschool. There is a whole thread on it on his profile, however, I will not be showing it here. The screenshot below describes the nature of the whole post from his own words.

When I first read “not necessarily under*ge”, my first and only question was literally, what the fuck does that mean? Either he is under*ge or not. There is not some fuzzy grey area coating the world between adults and children.

But sure, give him the benefit of the doubt. That does not excuse him liking multiple posts tagged with under*ge content. The most recent being less than an hour ago. Posts censored to the best of my ability below.

These posts all point to the same thing. The disgusting, undeniable truth that this man is attracted to under*ge content. Content depicting minors in sexual scenarios. Content that no member of society should ever consume. He is a p*dophile. For viewing this content of his own accord. For liking it, for reblogging it. For creating it on his own. He is a disgusting person.

FOLLOWING MINORS.

Him interacting with content like that above, consuming it in any capacity at all makes him unsafe to be around. For anyone. Especially minors.

Even though his blog is 18+, even though he preaches that minors should stay away from his blog. He still found himself following a 16 year old. Becoming mutuals with them. The fact this person is 16 is clearly displayed on their blog as well (in their pinned post).

Screenshots shown below. The individual’s user is censored out as, once again, they are a minor and I don’t feel they should have to be wrapped up in this mess.

Once again, Ezra is someone who preaches about minors staying out of adult spaces. Multiple times he has complained on his blog about minors following him and having to block them. You would think he does the same and would be more careful about curating his online spaces, however it he fails to do that.

I don’t believe this can be boiled down to a simple case of missing the age in their bio— this user has their age in their pinned post, as well as their about me. Along with the sexualisation of minors prevalent on his Twitter, it makes me extremely uncomfortable to know that he is following a minor in any capacity. I’m sure it would make anyone.

SEXUALIZING EDS AND SH.

To end the laundry list of posts on his twitter, we have him writing smut glorifying eds, as well as liking posts depicting sh in a sexual light. As always, screenshots are shown below, censored to the best of my ability.

In the post listed above, Suguru is described in a way that is hard to stomach. While it is not nearly as bad as everything else stated above, I feel it is still necessary to include, especially because in this pairing he has often described and implied Suguru to be a minor. There is a line and he has crossed it several times, this is just another example of such. Serving as the cherry on top to further demonstrate his mindset.

Dark content and discussion of these subjects in fiction are not the problem. The disturbing part of this is that Ezra often uses these tropes within his min*r/adult sexual fantasies, and when paired with the sh*ta and under*ge content, leaves a very poor taste in the mouth. It comes across as not only a gross f*tishization, but a gross f*tishization of taking advantage of a minor that way.

A DISCUSSION ON THE LIMITS OF DARK CONTENT.

In this section, I feel that it is important to touch on how dark content plays into all of this. I’d like to expressly state that this is NOT a condemnation of dark content or its consumption.

Dark fiction and dark content are a fine line. It’s a fantastic tool for exploring taboos and emotions or experiences that aren’t often talked about openly. DC creates what is essentially a safe space for exploring things that are not typically done or seen in the real world, with the knowledge that writing or engaging with it does not necessarily mean condoning it. That being said, this callout post is NOT about being anti-dc. Dark content is a literary or artistic tool. Keeping all of this in mind, to actively engage with sh*ta content in which a character is depicted sexually not only as a minor, but as a child, and to be sexually aroused by that image is the definition of p*dophilia. Writing or drawing children and engaging with that content in a sexual capacity is p*dophilia and at the very least, has p*dophilic tendencies. This is not dark content, this is p*dophilia.

It is one thing to write or create dark fiction between adults for the purpose of gratification or exploration of social dynamics and it is entirely another to engage with art of a child engaging in sexual acts with an adult for (seemingly) the intent purpose of sexual gratification. Everyone draws their own line, but it is also important to acknowledge that there are some depictions of taboo subjects that border (if not fully step-into) harmful, p*dophilic content that perpetuates behavior and mental tendencies that truly are dangerous.

To engage with a drawing of a child and a full grown adult in sexual acts for the purpose of sexual gratification is incredibly fucked up. And the fact that minor and adult p*rnography are not just common, but dominating Ezra's twitter page, should be an absolute red flag. It’s okay to acknowledge that dark content is a medium for fiction while also acknowledging that there are some ways of engaging with it that are harmful, especially when it is so glaringly obvious that the content is between a child and an adult (the art I am talking about specifically really is a child. I don’t urge anyone to look at it, but it is gojo depicted as a child of maybe 8 - 10 years old. I’m not using the term child as an umbrella term for minors here).

The problem, stated very plainly, is that the post/s he is engaging with are sexual depictions of a child with the purpose of sexual gratification. That’s the point here. It’s not the dark content, but rather that he is retweeting posts depicting a child of about 8-10 engaged in sexual acts and created for the purpose of sexual gratification.

Once again, this is not a condemnation of dark content. Dark content can be used in so many valuable ways— facing trauma, dealing with taboo subjects, exploring the literary world in a safe and healthy way. As someone who actively consumes dark content, I will be the first to tell you this. However there should always be limits to the types of content produced. Gaining any kind of gratification from looking at a child being a*saulted is disgusting. It is p*dophillic. Especially when he actively engages with minors on his platform.

This is not a conversation of morals— which side is right and wrong. But rather a conversation about the safety of children. This is not a conversation about ageing up as that is not what he is doing. The characters being depicted here are not being aged up, rather are being depicted as minors, or literal children being used for the sexual gratification of adults.

The issue here is a p*dophile. Not dark content. Not anything else.

CONCLUSION.

I’ll be honest, post was extremely hard for me to create. Discovering that someone I once thought was close to me is this kind of person feels disgusting and abhorrent. I honestly wish I never had the displeasure of meeting them in the first place.

Hopefully, by the end of this post you are able to see the kind of person Ezra really is. I could not be silent about this. I knew that the moment all I found all of this out. This post has been very difficult for me to write, but I hope by the end of it some good will come. Some people will be able to avoid interacting with this man.

I believe Ezra needs professional help, and truly hope that he is able to get it some day soon.

Please be careful with who you interact with on the Internet. Adults and minors alike, there are predators everywhere. Please try your best to stay safe in your own online spaces. All of the love in my heart goes out to anyone who has survived child expl*itation. I hope for nothing but the best for you in the future.

Thank you all for taking the time to read this post. I know it is long and triggering for most people. I hope you all have wonderful days and try your best to take care of yourself.

Listed below are some important numbers I would like to bring awareness to before this post is over.

National Child Ab*se Hotline (USA): 1-800-422-4453

National Center for Missing and Exploited Children (USA): 1-800-843-5678

The National Sexual A*sault Hotline (USA): 1-800-656-4673

Childline (UK): 0800-1111

International Child Helpline: 116-111

TLDR: Ezra has a Twitter account where he retweeted artwork of a child gojo being a*saulted by an adult toji. He liked as well as created posts depicting under*ge characters (literally tagged with ‘under*ge’). All while being mutuals with a 16 year old on tumblr.

Tags used to try and spread awareness. I tried to mostly include fandoms that he is in.

UPDATE: lmfao, he has since deleted the retweet of sh*ta gojo after he was called out. Literally proving that it was him.

[glitchyrobo]

Ceres-class Missile Battleship

spaceship =>

(description & fiction under the break!)

Video Description

Several views of a large, long, and slightly bulky Terran warship in space. The ship has repeating triangle motifs in with various paneled textures throughout. Near the pointed front the nameplate of the ship is visible, reading 'CNS Temeraire'. The long front hull has a flat section on the top, covered in massive missile launch bays. Amidships, several armor plates, painted bright red with the Jovian Eagle in gold, protect the armored hab rings and a series of tubes. Aft, the radiators glow brightly as the engine burns hot. Embedded heat pipes run from the tip of the engine to the radiators

The first view is of the ship from above and in front, showing a dramatic angle. Several 'running lights' blink down the length as navigation lights flash

The second view is located to the side, looking forward, again showing the various lights

The third view is focused on the engine, showing it powering on to 100% thrust, then beyond. As it powers on the heat pipes glow in sequence

The fourth and final view repeats the engine power on sequence but from further, allowing the viewer to also see the coolant vents venting coolant

Excerpt from History of Pre-Domestication Terran Warships (3rd Revision), §685.8: Late Terran Accord & Pacification Program Era Battleships (Guided Projectile), Eltrin Yne, Forty-Seventh Bloom, xe/xem, Elly Yne, Twenty-Sixth Floret, et al.

Designed in 2521 CE (33 BT) by a consortium of Jovian shipbuilding corporations and first commissioned in 2526, the Ceres-class missile battleship was envisioned as a platform to launch massed missile strikes against enemy fleets while providing enhanced point defense and electronic warfare. At 750 meters in length and nearly 100 meters at its widest extent, this class represented one of the largest mass-produced spaceframes fielded by the Cosmic Navy.

Over the course of its service history, the class had numerous revisions. Most notably, the type-3 revision in 2539 (2521-CERES-III) which added coolant vents ahead of the hab rings, reducing their size in the process. The vents were positioned forward of the hab rings to expel hot coolant from over-driven point defense domes and electronic warfare equipment rather than the main engines, though they had a limited ability to expel engine coolant in extreme emergencies. These coolant vents essentially functioned as expendable liquid droplet radiators, which may have led to the development of more practical liquid radiators, had domestication been delayed. (See also §359, Speculation on Terran Shipcraft Development)

While there were no major engagements which featured a Ceres functioning in this intended role, classified TCN documents obtained after the fall of Terra stated that one of the primary goals of the class was to counter contemporary corporate navies, which largely consisted of small anti-piracy vessels, should a coalition of corporations ever come into direct conflict with the Accord.

However, the most significant hostile force that the Accord encountered prior to pacification were various pirate flotillas, which would generally consist of smaller, older, and less militarized vessels. While in a direct engagement a Ceres-class or other contemporary Accord capital ships would easily destroy such vessels, smaller ships were quite capable of outmaneuvering and escaping their would-be-predators.

At the start of the Terran Pacification program, there were 157 Ceres-class vessels active. After the signing of the treaty, only a handful of these ships refused armistice, as the amount of logistical support that the Ceres required to function effectively and the implausibility of that support without the Terran core sectors dissuaded overt feralism. Several dozen of the surviving vessels now serve as museum ships across Terran Protectorate space.

[shyfoxsky]

I really think that the therian community needs more essays on former trends and general forms of conduct, because I've said it before and will continue to say it, but the way the community was structured in the mid to late 2010s when I was first awakened was fun and exciting and helped me really find the good in my identity, but also was extremely toxic, judgy, and detrimental to my overall journey.

In my first few years in the community, I was embraced into a corner of the internet that was all about animals and the ethical treatment of them and appreciating and worshipping nature as we all considered ourselves more a part of it than "others". I was also dragged by my tail into a corner of the internet that forced me to give up every single personal, little detail about my personal identity and how I felt about it and the step-by-step of how I got there just to be allowed to speak.

That community both sang the praises of wolf therians, put them on a pedestal, to the point that it felt like they were above all other 'types, while also simultaneously tearing down anyone who questioned wolves, especially certain coat colors, to the point that you had to defend a master's thesis in front of a panel of graymuzzles for anyone to allow you the label "wolf therian". From day one, you were conditioned to believe there was no fun and intimate community, no pack meets, no content for you, unless you were a gray wolf, but you had to be educated on par with the top experts in the world on both identity and the species to not be considered "another kid that likes wolves". If you were anything else, you were an outcast in a world of outcasts. You were just "trying to be unique". You never got edits, outfits, etc. without asking creator accounts for them yourself. The community's terminology was structured around wolves. Howls, packs, etc. You either had to accept that you were going to be outnumbered in any close-knit small group you joined, if you were even allowed and it wasn't "wolves only", or, you could make a group designed around 'types similar to yours, which would never be found by others like you, and would quickly only become a failed idea.

That community is what led to my complicated and painful feelings towards wolves. For the rest of my life, no matter what happens, I will always have doubt in my identity because of it all. I will either be a wolf who believes I'm one because of the community's influence, or I won't and will believe I'm not because I want to escape the stereotypes that come with being a wolf.

That community also was riddled with rigid, unspoken rules about what was and wasn't an acceptable therian identity. I never heard of systems during that time, never saw anyone identify solely psychologically, and no one identified only because they felt like that creature. Back then, you were a standard therian with a single 'type, maybe a second if you'd been researching and journaling every single day without fail for more than a year with statistics to back it up. You had a reason for your identity, but it couldn't just be that you imprinted on your pets as a child (that's not enough), or that it developed from trauma or autism (therianthropy isn't a mental illness), or that you simply feel that way (you're just a wolfaboo). You had to be a misplaced soul, someone with past lives, on rare occasions, you could be a permanent walk-in spirit (but definitely not in a plural way). Don't even get me started on the idea of polymorphs, conceptkin, etc.

I personally feel like a standard therian, but to this day, I still question the origin of my identity. So much of my identity as a red wolf hinged on it being endangered and from my area, because then I could be a misplaced soul due to there not being enough bodies for red wolves to be born into. When I first awakened, I thought my identity came from a past life, even though I personally don't believe I can ever find out what those were, if I even have any. Later on, when I realized being raised with dogs and always seeing and being compared to canines likely had something to do with it, and I considered it to have come from imprinting, I still felt as if I was required to find some spiritual side to it as well. I still struggle with this, to the point that I barely know what I believe in afterlife-wise anymore, and I certainly don't understand what led to my identity, if something even led to it at all.

Those kinds of things needs to be discussed more, because to an extent, I feel like it's still present, both in the same and different ways. The newly-awakened alterhumans of today, yesterday, and tomorrow, all deserve to have a truly accepting space to figure themselves out without pressure to conform to an unspoken standard of how one should identify. Tumblr is better about it than most sites, but ones like TikTok might set things back, if they haven't already, despite the attempts of well-meaning individuals who are trying to break through the algorithm and educate others. I just think more discussions need to be had and more perspectives and experiences need to be shared for the sake of awareness and making sure damaging practices don't continue forever.

[sundew199]

Different type of...riding

a/n: remember when I asked if you guys like motorcycles, this is why heheh <3

Tags: roronoa zoro x f!reader, modern au, smut, fingering, riding, cowgirl position

Letting the cocky but sweet biker who frequented your bar swoon you so easily was something you sort of berated yourself for. How had you let a man in a leather jacket and windswept hair knock you off your feet so easily?

It had to be the bike he rode, the sleek Italian imported speed demon that could be heard coming a mile away and how he looked when he rode. He offered you a ride after one of your shifts and you held onto him so tightly your fingers hurt from clenching into the leather material.

Letting him give you a ride was the beginning of it all, always keeping you company at the bar and ordering only from you, tipping you good as well. The cocky persona turned out to be anything but a facade the more you got to know him, and fuck it got you hot and bothered. He was rough around the edges, daring and good enough at riding to feel safe enough on the back of his bike whenever he sweet talked you into riding.

This had been going on for months, the tension building gradually at first and then taking off like an arrow to where you could barely look him in the eye anymore and god did he notice and use it to his advantage when everything came to a head and snapped.

"Look at me when I finger you open, don't be shy." He cooed, taking the hand that was wedged between your legs and swiping the fingers across your drenched slit, causing you to whine with a short huff.

"Zoro -"

"What? This is what you wanted right?" Smugly asking into your ear, hearing the faint laugh under his words. You tightened the arm you had around his neck, digging your nails into his tanned skin and biting down on another possible moan slipping out.

You were in his garage where his bikes were kept, currently sitting on his lap as he sat on the bike you first saw him ride on all those months ago. You got off early and Zoro was already at the bar and ready to take you on another joy ride, hoping to win you over some more (like he needed to). But you were tipsy tonight, taking the couple of shots one of your other regulars bought for you, allowing your confidence to surge when you asked Zoro if there was anything else he wanted you to ride, implying what you thought was the obvious. Zoro, only laughed as he draped an arm around you, led you out of the bar and to his bike parked just beside the front doors, promising you that after this quick ride he would give you something else to ride like you asked.

And he wasn't exactly lying when he promised that, you just weren't expecting his fingers to be what you rode, implying something completely different. Though, you were sure Zoro knew what you were talking about, and he was just being a tease it seemed.

"Sort of, but I had something else in mind." Huffing out, arching off the gear panel and handle bars, pushing your chest into the air and exposing your nipples that peaked over the cup of your bar. Zoro shoved his two fingers in harder when he caught the glimpse, rumbling deep in his chest and slowing the pump of his fingers momentarily.

"We'll get there eventually, just enjoy yourself for a minute." Rasping out, resuming the quick pump and scissor of his fingers, watching your back bend into a near perfect arch, Zoro nipping his way between your breasts, sucking a bruise into the top of one of them. His cock got harder the louder you whined from his fingers, throbbed in the kinda tight riding pants he wore, ached to sheath its self in your warmth as you writhed on top of him.

"I'd enjoy myself more on your dick." Whining back to him, twitching into his hand when his palm flattened over your clit, stimulating you even more.

"I know you would, but I need you wet enough."

All you did was whine again, swearing you were at this point and he was just being mean for the fun of it. You could see the imprint of it in his pants and though he looked big, your confidence told you that this much amount of prep wasn't necessary.

"I am, Zoro please-"

Falling back into the gear panel and handle bars, ignoring the dull pain that shot through your back at hitting the metal, so over come with arousal to barely notice. Zoro laughed, shook his head a little and focused on his hand instead of you, witnessing the ever growing glisten of his hand the more he pumped and curled, hoping he could withstand his own teasing before he reached the point of abandon and sat you down on his dick.

"Just cum for me once, and I'll give you what you want doll."

Hearing something close to what you considered a promise, you decided to relax fully instead of holding back, sucking down breaths as his thick fingers massaged your inner walls, brushing past a certain spot and making you jolt.

Zoro smiled at the small jolt, assuming that were an indicator that you were getting close and even he was glad for his own selfish reasons.

"C'mon you're so close baby." Encouraging you sweetly, the contortion of your face tightening and sending shivers across his body, the ecstasy you were experiencing was such a sight.

Clenching down on his fingers with a silent open mouth moan, you came with another twitch all over his hand, the sound of his deep chuckle in the back ground as he eased up inside of you made your eyes roll back into your head.

Zoro pulled his fingers out without warning, holding you steady at the hip so you wouldn't fall off the bike, he quickly cleaned them off with his tongue and proceeded to undo the button to his pants. His cock sprung forward instantly and you blinked at the fact he wore no kind of underwear.

"You go commando on the bike?" Asking breathlessly, shamelessly staring at the hand that once was inside you, idly stroke the up the head of his cock languidly.

"Every once in a while." Giving you just enough to put the rest of the implications together, making you scoff and roll your eyes. Arrogant bastard.

Though you were beyond eager to sink yourself down on his thick cock, you didn't want to come off that way, barely moving from your current position and settled for watching his fist give lazy strokes.

"Thought you wanted to ride?" Hearing him sneer playfully, the glint of teasing flashing in his iris, like he were waiting for you spring on him like some desperate girl who hadn't been properly fucked in a good minute.

"I do obviously," Scoffing, playing his question off like your gut weren't simmering in lust at just the sight of his dick, but again how desperate did you want to come off as?

"Well, come take a seat."

Fuck if you weren't so horny you'd shove him and come up with some snarky remark to the proposition and the devilish little smirk he gave when he spoke.

Trying not to worry about balance, you scooted forward and hooked your legs over his, gripping his shoulder to hoist yourself up until you were hovering directly over his dick. Zoro looked up at you with a waiting look, trying to withhold some patience as your dripping cunt hovered over his dick.

Finally you begin to descend, sucking in a sharp breath when the tip breached your entrance, slowly letting it pass through the tight ring of muscle until you were seated fully on his lap. Zoro's head fell back slightly, a long heavy breath was inhaled and a rough hand gripped tightly to your hip. A small hum came after you were seated all the way, taking a moment adjust to his size and savoring the blissful stretch that came from taking him in all the way for the first time.

"Gotta keep us balanced, so most of the work will be up to you." He said breathlessly, hearing his feet shuffle on the concrete floor of his garage, briefly looking down at the kickstand that kept the bike from tipping over on its side.

"How convenient for you." Scoffing lightheartedly, rocking your hips forward just a tad and relishing in the hiss that followed from Zoro at your slight move. "Don't let the bike fall and I'll have you begging for more."

"Already am baby," Lightly smacking your ass and squeezing it firm, using it as a little indicator that he was tired of waiting and for you to start riding him like you wanted.

Moving one hand to his shoulder, arching you back to give yourself enough room, you drag your pussy up his dick slowly, paying close attention to his face and how hard he was trying to keep a reaction at bay. Utterly useless at first, because the second you nearly came all the way off, you were slamming back down, hard enough to hear the kickstand scrape on the concrete. Zoro was gritting his teeth and shuffling his feet to plant firmer into the ground, realizing he might've underestimated how easily it would be to hold the bike still as you bounced on his dick.

Pulling off of him again, only a little faster, you smiled as you slammed down again, earning a sputter of a groan at the suddenness of your hips. You were intent on ruining him, as he did to you earlier, only seemed fair in your mind. This went on a few more times until you couldn't take your own teasing, picking up a moderate rhythm and bouncing on his cock. Zoro kept you steady the entire time, watching your tits bounce in his face and your walls tighten around him with every bounce. You were tight and wet, making it next to impossible for him to focus on staving off his orgasm long enough to really enjoy you riding him.

"Jesus Christ doll, have you done something like this before?" Asking through a moan, gripping both of your hips and helping you bounce a bit easier.

"What? Ride someone's dick?"

Zoro let out a growl of some sorts, your witty response sending a unprovoked zing of jealousy at the idea of you fucking some other guy, even if there wasn't anything official between the two of you.

"Ride someone on a motorcycle, fuck." Leaning forward to hiss his irritation into your ear, biting your ear lobe for added effect.

"No, are you that impressed?" Slamming yourself down all the way and rocking your hips forward, pushing the tip of his dick deep inside your pussy, whining quietly.

"Not feeding your ego just yet, make me cum and I'll let you know." Smacking your ass hard and colliding his lips into yours, lifting you with both hands on your ass to get you to start bouncing again. You whimpered into his lips, locking both arms around his neck and picking up a faster pace than he had set, keeping him in a kiss as you swallowed his dick over and over with your cunt.

Zoro knew he wasn't going to last much longer, your juices leaking down to his balls and thighs, creating the lewd wet smacking as your skin met his. Everything from the waist down started to tremble, the will to keep the both of your balanced on the bike was starting to wane, an impending orgasm getting closer and closer to the point he couldn't hold off anymore.

"God fucking damn, don't stop baby, don't stop." He pleaded into your mouth, digging his fingertips into your plush ass, encouraging you to go faster.

You bite down on his bottom lip, squeezing yourself tighter around him, feeling your own orgasm starting to build up as well. Zoro groaned deeply when he felt the clench, smacking your ass again and murmuring more and more into your mouth, all of it incoherent.

"Fuck I want you to fill me up, I need it." Confessing as you miraculously bounced faster, the primal need to have his cum filing you up to the brim and leaking out was incomprehensible at this point, you were so desperate for it.

"Don't have to tell me twice." Burying his face into the side of your neck, biting and sucking at your skin until his balls tighten for the last time and he was holding you flush against him and shooting ropes deep inside you.

Your body went limp against him, your cunt convulsing as it took what felt like the endless ropes coming from him. You felt so full, so content and on cloud nine.

It took a second until the two of you came apart, sweat clinging to both your bodies from the effort on both ends. Zoro shot you a cheeky smile, going in for a softer kiss which you gladly accepted, smiling into contently.

"Wanna stay the night?" He asked sort of shyly, resting his chin below your collarbone and looking up into your eyes.

"Does it come with a change of clothes and shower?" Quipping back, running a hand through the mossy green hair that was damp with sweat.

"It comes with whatever you want doll." Squeezing you in a playful but tender embrace, making you giggle and you reciprocated.

"Help me find pants and shoes and you got yourself a deal." Placing a small kiss to his nose, squirming a bit uncomfortably on his lap, remembering he was still inside you and there was an absolute mess between your legs.

"Deal."

[hopeyoufindalovelikethis]

Love Between The Lines

Hello! Thank you so much for being here and supporting me. I’ve been reflecting tonight—realizing how often I hold things in, too shy to share my real thoughts and feelings. It’s led to misunderstandings, even in love. But writing helps. It gives me space to untangle the things I can't say out loud, even when I still get embarrassed to let others read what I write about them. If you’ve ever felt the same, maybe this story will reach you too. I hope it brings a little comfort to your heart. Sending hugs 🤍

Synopsis | You spent a quiet weekend in Sylus’s office, intending to write a story—but ended up sketching him and pouring your love into your notebook. Unseen, Sylus read every word. And when you finally looked up, he was already full of the love you hadn’t meant for him to see.

The air inside Sylus’s office was calm, steady, and edged with the soft hum of holo-screens and quiet clicks from his interface as he worked. Tall windows stretched high behind his desk, painting the polished black floors with reflections of the overcast sky outside. The room held the weight of authority, draped in charcoal and obsidian tones, but somehow, with you there, it felt less like a fortress and more like a haven.

You had curled yourself up on the oversized velvet lounger that sat across from his desk, legs tucked beneath you, one hand supporting your head as you cradled a thick notebook in your lap. A pen hovered between your fingers, idle for the moment, while a half-open novel lay beside you—the same one you’d been flipping through earlier, hoping for sparks of inspiration. You had told Sylus this afternoon that you wanted to try writing something of your own, a short story maybe, after all the books you’d devoured recently.

He had simply nodded, tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear, and said, “Then write, kitten. I’ll make sure the world stays quiet for you.”

At first, your thoughts had tried to cling to fictional threads, half-formed characters and foggy plotlines, but the more you let your pen move, the more the ink on the page curved back toward him. His image formed naturally beneath your hand—strong jawline, sharp nose, the distinct slant of his brows and the way his hair always seemed perfectly tousled no matter how much time he spent in the wind or under LED lighting. You shaded in the edges of his gaze, the unmistakable ruby hue of his irises implied in deep lines and light touches, and before you realized it, you had stopped trying to create a world and simply reflected the one that sat behind the desk a few feet away.

And then the words came. Slowly at first, then faster, like a dam breaking open. You wrote about the way his silence was never empty but full of knowing. How his touch never demanded, only asked. The way his gaze could quiet your chaos without uttering a single word. You wrote about the nights he stayed until you fell asleep, the mornings he left you tea with a note, how you never had to ask to be seen because he always, always looked. You wrote until your hand ached, until the edge of the page curled under the pressure of your feelings, and still the thoughts poured out.

You didn't notice when his typing had stopped.

Sylus had been working through Onychinus network audits and protocore synchronizations, his expression impassive as his fingers glided across the glowing panels of his desk. But when the sound of your pen scratching became the only thing moving in the room, he paused. Slowly, he turned in his chair, eyes catching the slope of your brow as you leaned in, completely absorbed, unaware.

Curiosity, light as breath, moved him to rise without a sound. He approached from behind, steps silent against the plush rug. He could see over your shoulder—the precise lines of his own likeness sketched in ink. His breath hitched, an sensation unfamiliar tightening in his chest. Then the words caught his eye.

Line after line, poured with adoration so unguarded, so intimate, he felt it echo deep beneath his ribs. Each confession was an unraveling of you: soft, gentle, quiet in its bravery. He saw the way your letters slanted when your emotions picked up, how you lingered on his name, the way you described love not as something passive, but as something steady, chosen again and again.

He didn't move. He just stood there, reading, absorbing.

You, unaware, reached the final sentence. You signed the page with a faint smile, letting your pen fall gently onto the notebook. Then, finally, you looked up—toward Sylus’s desk, only to find it empty.

Your brows furrowed. "Sylus?"

A quiet voice behind you. “Looking for me?”

You startled, head snapping back as you turned on the lounger. Sylus stood just behind you, hands tucked loosely into the pockets of his dark slacks, his expression unreadable at first. Then the corner of his lips curved, not in mischief, but with something richer. Fonder.

“How long have you been standing there?” you asked, flustered, reaching to close the notebook quickly.

He chuckled, low and warm, stepping closer. “Long enough,” he said, kneeling in front of the lounger. “Long enough for my heart to drown in every word you wrote.”

You opened your mouth to protest, to tell him it wasn’t meant for him to read—not yet—but he reached up first, gently resting his palm on your knee.

“Don’t hide from me, sweetheart,” he said, voice a notch lower, more intimate. “Not when your love tastes like this.”

He reached for your hand, pulled it to his chest. You could feel the beat beneath your palm, steady and full.

“I’m not used to being seen like this,” he said, gaze fixed on yours. “Even after everything I’ve built, everything I control—you still manage to bring me to my knees with a page of your heart.”

Your throat tightened. You didn't know what to say.

He leaned in, his hand slipped behind your neck, thumb brushing your jaw, and then his lips met yours. Deep. Unhurried. Full of a longing that felt like it had waited years, not days. The kiss unfolded slowly, his mouth tasting the truth you had written—your devotion, your warmth, your everything.

When he finally pulled back, he didn’t move far.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “More than even your words could capture.”

Your fingers trembled as they gripped the edge of his sleeve.

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

The rest of the world could wait. For now, in the quiet sanctuary of his office, Sylus held you like you were the only reason he ever learned to love in the first place.

[captain-bubble-wrap]

Stardew + Quinn! Go!!!! Pleaseeeeeeeee ❤️

Quick! Grab the mayor's shorts!

You were on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket cocoon and living your best cozy life. Quinn was away at the Canucks morning skate, so it was your time to just be a complete loaf with no fear of judgement. Now, Quinn would never judge you for taking time to yourself or doing whatever it was that you wanted to. There were times where you felt guilty because he was so active and regimented, but he wasn't the type to guilt-trip. Today was your day off and you had decided you weren't going anywhere.

The holidays had drained you. With so much pressure to buy gifts, go to dinner parties, and constantly spread holiday cheer, by this point and time, you were just done. Done with everything. Done with stupid sweaters, done with constant glitter stuck to your skin, and done with saying "happy holidays" to everyone you parted ways with. You weren't trying to be a scrooge, but this year, the season just felt heavy. That's why today was going to be a lazy day.

Leftover sushi you had made the night before sat on a plate on the coffee table alongside a glass of tea. The lights were off, all but the twinkling of the fairy light wrapped Christmas tree in the corner. The Stardew Valley title song was filling the whole apartment with a whimsical feeling as you dug around your blankets for your PS5 controller. It never failed that as soon as you were ready to play, that damn controller was nowhere to be found. Eventually, you'd find it, somehow a foot under the sofa; the bright blue LED panel giving away its location.

You loved this game! Loved the little things like picking crops and making friends. You always married Sebastian, but this time you were holding out, hoping Quinn would want to play and then you could marry his character instead. However, whenever you wanted to play with him, he was either on the road, had a home game, or just never seemed interested. at the time. For his birthday, you had bought him a copy for his Switch, but he had never mentioned starting it, so you weren't sure he even cared. But it was fine, you enjoyed it enough for the both of you.

With your save file loaded, you tried to remember what you were working on the last time you had played. It was Winter, your third year already, and you were bouncing back and forth from the desert and the island. The game moved a lot slower, playing solo, but you felt that just meant you could enjoy it longer before you ran out of stuff to do. For sometime you had a farm with your best friend, and co-op mode made everything fly by! You were always on farm duty: growing crops and tending to the animals; she did the fishing and the mining. It just worked so well with that system. Now, everything was your job to do and it was a lot!

It was easy to lose track of time. The plate of sushi, sitting beside you on the sofa cushion was half gone, but all the ice had melted in your glass. Your phone had gone off a few times; Quinn letting you know he had made it to the practice arena safely and that he loved you. You understood that whenever his skates were on, it was work time not text time. Those check-in messages meant more than one-hundred from anyone else. The fact that he cared enough to let you know he was okay always gave you butterflies.

When the apartment door opened, you paused the game and looked over you shoulder. Was it time for him to be home already?

"Hey, baby," he said, once he walked in, seeing you under about ten pounds of blankets. "I figured you had taken a nap."

You looked at him, slightly confused by this statement. "A nap? Nope, just been farming!"

"I messaged you," he chuckled, taking his backpack from his shoulders. "You must have been too in the zone to notice."

"What? Really? I didn't hear it go off!" Frantically, you begin patting your lap, realizing now that your phone has been the latest victim of the blanket monster. "I'm sorry!"

He just grins, still looking at you from across the room. "It's alright, babe. I was just letting you know I was heading back, was all. It was nothing important."

Quinn throws his coat aside and kicks off his sneakers before he makes his way to you, while you still try to find out where your phone had gone.

"Looking for this?" He asks, seeing it on the coffee table.

"Oh my god... I don't know how I missed your message. I'm sorry, baby!"

Quinn sits down beside you, slips his hand beneath the blankets to find your thigh. "It's okay, really. Seriously, I thought you were just asleep. No need to stress." He gives you a kiss, melting away any upset about missing his text. "How goes farming?"

"Good! I'm just getting everything ready for Spring! I'm ready to plant, so I did some farm remodeling." Your voice conveys nothing short of pure joy. You were so happy that he had asked you about it.

"You're cute." He smirked, his hand squeezing your leg. "Aren't you hot?

"I... I'm comfy!" In truth, yes, you were a little warm but you wouldn't concede that you were too warm. It was December after all and the apartment was always a touch on the cooler side. Quinn ran a lot hotter than you, and it was his apartment after all.

"I can turn the heat up, sweetheart. You don't have to bury yourself under every blanket I own." He gave you a wider smile now, chucking at your ridiculous, adorable nature.

"I'm okay! Really! How was practice?"

Quinn leans back into the sofa, stretching his legs. "Not bad, I feel a little stiff in the back but I'm alright. I think I just slept wrong."

"Aw, that's not good!"

"I'm alright." He pulls himself up to then lay his head in your lap, his back flat to the cushions. "I'll lay here and watch you play. Maybe it will decompress enough before tonight." Quinn looked up at you, his soft eyes looked tired. You couldn't help playing with his hair for a few moments until he closed his eyes. "Play your game, baby. Don't let me hinder you. There are crops to be grown." He laughed.

"Are you sure? I can rub your back if you want?"

"I'll be okay, really, but thank you. I'm not that bad, not yet anyway. Ask me tonight when I get home and I might take you up on it."

"Okiee~"

"I still need to play this with you sometime," Quinn remarks, turning his head to look at your backpack menu, full to the brim with items. "It looks cute."

"You're cute," you reply, not missing a beat and it makes him laugh.

"Smooth," he jokes, his eyes falling closed once more after you finally unpause the game. He sneaks moments of watching you run around from time-to-time before he finally falls asleep altogether.

It was fun to imagine life with Quinn, having a little farm of your own outside the city. Maybe one day you could be so lucky. For now, you'd settle for living that life with him in the game.

[aphroditeinthesea]

" hopelessly devoted to you "

jj maybank x innocent!reader

⚠️ swearing and mentioning of past sexual encounters

The party in some random’s house was getting stuffier by the second. You could hardly hear over the blaring music and could barely see through the clouds of smoke, let alone breathe. You had separated yourself from your friends to go to the bathroom but soon regretted it when you couldn't find a familiar face in sight. At last, you found a slight breeze from the open door. You squeezed your way out through people dancing and stumbling from their own intoxications.

You nearly slipped on sand that had breezed its way onto the front porch. You grabbed onto a railing to walk down the small stairs that led out. You walked over to a tree to lean against while you pulled out your phone to text any of your friends. You began typing something when you noticed faceless voices from the other side of the tree.

“Did you see JJ Maybank?” Your ears perked at the name of one of your closest friends being spoken by some girl you didn't know.

“No, why?”

“He was looking hot,” the girl’s voice slurred, “I hooked up with him last year, might need to again.”

The other girl’s voice chuckled, “I believe in you,” she said softer, clearly more sober, “but I thought he was dating that girl he’s always hanging with.”

“Kie?” Your phone was completely disregarded with a half written text on its screen as you stepped further back to try and hear them clearer.

“No, no, the other one,” the girl responded, “she’s like the prude one.”

Your stomach churned at the conversation. You. That’s how they described you. You were sure just mentioning your hair color would have suited just fine.

“Oh, her?” the drunker voice laughed, “even if he is, I don't think that would stop him.”

You found a pain in your stomach. Why would they think you two were dating? And why didn't they care?

You began walking away to the side of the house. You had a simple plan to wallow in yourself. You knew it was silly, but it couldn't help but bother you. Your heart was fucking stupid. That's what it was. When you first met JJ, that was one of the things most talked about him. He was serious about nothing. Not school, not his future, and not girls. But you couldn't help but sort of just fall.

“There you are,” the exact voice of pain sounded. You looked up to see him standing with the rest of the pogues, a blunt in his hand. He blew out a ring before he passed it to John B on his right, “where’ve you been?”

You leaned against the paneled wall, “around,” you shrugged, “needed some air.”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “you alright?”

You quickly nodded, going stiff from his touch, “I’m fine.” Your arms crossed over your chest, “just tired.”

His thumb brushed the skin on your shoulder, exposed from your tank top, “I can walk you home if you wanna dip.”

“No, it’s okay,” you shook your head, “I’ll hang around for a little longer.”

“You sure?”

You nodded as you finally let yourself relax into his shoulder, “yeah, I’ll be fine.”

His arm around you tightened to keep you steady. “Let me know when you wanna go, I’ll walk you back.”

You hummed in agreement while you failed to notice the raised eyebrows at him from his friends. He waved them off with his free arm to get them off his back. Your tired eyes fluttered open when you heard the familiar laughter of the girls from before. You looked over to the source. One of the girls stumbled over towards your group while you subconsciously pressed yourself further towards JJ.

“Hey, Maybank,” she smirked.

“Uh, hey,” he nodded towards the girl. You watched her eyes pan over you briefly, making it worse. Like you weren't something she needed to worry about. Just the prude who hung around them.

She stepped closer, but just when she was about to try to say something, your voice found a quiet tone to speak up in.

“I’m gonna head out now,” you announced, standing up straighter. The girl glared at you and your timid voice. “Walk me home?” You asked, your doe eyes looking at JJ through your lashes.

He hesitated momentarily before nodding, “yeah, come on.” His arms traveled down to the small of your back to lead you away. He turned his head towards his friends, “see you, guys, later.”

They all waved their goodbyes to you and the blond boy as you turned around to wave back. You two made it to the sidewalk before he let his hand separate from your skin. Much to your disappointment.

“Did you know that girl?” You asked, your fingers nervously twirling in your hair.

He shook his head, “no, uhm,” he looked at his feet kicking small rocks on the concrete, “kinda.”

You turned your head up at him, “kinda?”

He looked at you finally, “well, we, I guess, we hooked up one time.”

“Oh,” you broke eye contact, “I heard her talking about you.”

“Really?”

You hesitated, wondering if you should even tell him, “yeah, she was saying she wanted to, you know..”

He laughed, “oh, wow.”

“Sorry about that.”

“About what?”

You awkwardly smiled, “cockblocking you, I guess.”

He chuckled and ran a hand over his face, “oh my God.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders again, “you did not cockblock me, y/n.”

You giggled, “you sure?”

“Yeah, I did not want to get with her again.” He let the words fall out of his mouth, ultimately regretting them.

“Oh.”

“I mean, I just,” he sighed, “I don't like her like that. It was just one time.”

When you were about to respond, you noticed your house in front of you. He let go of you so you could walk over to open the gate, “thanks for walking with me.”

He nodded, “anytime.” He smiled down at you, “get some sleep.”

You closed the white gate, leaning over it to press a lipgloss kiss to his cheek, “see you tomorrow, Jayj.”

His hand reached up to his cheek, just hovering over the stain without wiping it off, “see you tomorrow.”

You shyly smiled before turning around and walking down the stone path leading to your front door. You opened it as you partly turned around to see him making sure you got in safely. You held up your hand, your fingers waved goodbye to him before you walked in.

You closed the door and locked it behind you. You felt a smile making its stay on your face while you leaned against the white wood. You felt the way you always did after seeing him. You tried to tell yourself it was nothing, he’s just a good friend. But the butterflies wouldn’t fade away.

[icmfan420]

W1wd fanfic

since I haven't seen any fics of this game I tried my hand at one.

it's not violent or anything too bad don't get your hopes up

Hannah always had a soft spot for farming, despite the groans she’d make as a kid when her mother would call her from her room she shared with her sister to help tend to the animals. And although she tried her hand at other types of work to make money on the side, she always found herself longing for the old, sometimes rusty, shovels and plows of her home. It was that longing that brought her to her newest career endeavor: farmhand. The job had been given to her by her father, who, as charming as he was, managed to convince a local son of the soil that perhaps he would benefit from the hardworking, caring woman that was his daughter (who just so happened to be single too). She had been needing a job anyhow. Because her original plan of being married wasn’t fulfilling itself anytime soon, her older sister beating her to it, Hannah would take any opportunity to leave her parents home. So off she went to a secluded farm that was placed deep in the countryside with nothing but a suitcase of a few personal items and clothes. The farm was like the ones that played a starring role in cheap horror films, the type of films that Hannah was never allowed to watch. Her father had given her little to no information about this new job. Other than the name of the man whom she was working for, Daniel, Hannah was utterly clueless about her employer. However, she had always thought of strangers as friends she hadn't met.

In front of Hannah stood the dated farmhouse she’d be staying at. A large house it was, with a slightly rotten front deck and dark vines crawling up the white paneling of the outside walls. She placed two small knocks on the front door. After a few minutes of no response, Hannah was about to knock once again. But as she leaned over, the door flung open to reveal her newfound boss. She was quick to introduce herself. “I’m Hannah, pleased to meet you.” Hannah stuck out her right hand for him to take. Her action was met with a blank stare from the man. While he stood there, Hannah took the time to observe him. He was quite muscular, seemed like he didn’t need a farmhand at all, and was wearing a white tank-top, blue jeans, and a blue baseball hat. “Your new farmhand.” She reminded him. Had her father not even bothered to give him her name? Daniel stared at her, then looked at a small photograph, seeming to compare the two before stepping away from the doors entry, gesturing for her to come inside. At least her father had bothered to give him a picture of her. 

Hannah wiped her shoes on the front mat before pulling her suitcase inside. Daniel seemed to take no time in leading her to her assigned room. As she struggled with her luggage on the stairs, Hannah tried her hand at smalltalk with him, anything to at least know something about him. “So, what do you do for fun around here?” Hannah asked. “Don’t do much.” He shrugged, not looking in her direction. “Neither do I.” She muttered nervously. Her plan wasn’t working as well as she wished. 

The interior of the house was dated, to say the least. All the doors, chairs, tables, and various other furniture items were made from dark wood, and the small glimpse she got of the living room revealed a couch and two other seats with a vintage floral pattern. Along the staircase walls were pictures of what seemed to be Daniels family members. And the carpet below them looked worn, the maroon color fading in certain places. Not to mention her room that Daniel led her to. It was a hallway across his own, and the only form of light was a tiffany style lamp. “You’ll stay here, most days I’ll wake you up early. Come back to the property by 9 if you leave. And don’t go into the small red barn, there’s nothing for you in there. No matter if you hear or see anything, if I catch you snooping, you will face repercussions.” His tone was awfully stern when he spoke about the barn. Hannah would be lying if it didn’t make her a little curious. “No problem, I won’t even think about it.” She grinned in his direction, but his expression remained cold. “Goodnight.” Daniel announced before leaving Hannah alone in the room.

Learning to deal with Daniel was certainly… A task. Hannah was always slightly extroverted, so it bewildered her how indifferent the man she was working for was. They'd sometimes eat dinner together, but it would be in silence, since he would on no occasion be in the mood to converse with her. He never went out of his way to help her with anything unless she seemed to be doing a certain task “unbelievably wrong”, and words weren’t something he was very skilled with. In fact, Hannah couldn’t remember him ever saying something longer than a couple words to her except for the warning to stay away from the small red barn on the far edge of his property. That gosh darned barn, with its mysterious noises and the late night trips Daniel would take to it, how could she not want to look inside it? Maybe her boring older sister, she’s shure Alice would mind her business. 

One night, while the weather was still enjoyable, and the animals were still outside, Hannah still traversed the animal pens, taking in the sweet breeze that would pass by every once in a while. The sky was a beautiful shade of dark blue, and Daniel seemed to be sound asleep. Originally, she was going to just watch the sunset and head back inside, that’s what she told him. But as if there was a magnetic force pulling her, she stepped closer and closer to the small, run-down barn. Hannah swore she heard something fall from that direction. Only more reason to go see. Her mind wandered on what it could be, really anything, but what would be so serious to stop her from going in? Slowly and with soft steps, she stood in front of the barn. There was breathing, it sounded ragged through the walls, and a horrible stench of… she couldn’t describe it well. It smelled like a mix of copper and rotten something, but there was the smell of hay that made its way into her nose too. Hannah carefully placed her hand on the door handle when something grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Daniels' heavy voice ran through her ears and triggered a panic inside her. “N-Nothing, I swear, Daniel!” She cried out, louder than she should’ve. “Don’t you play dumb now. It’s a shame, I didn’t think you'd do this. I was starting to think you were a nice, God-fearing woman. A real pretty one at that. Guess the only thing you should be fearing right now though, is me.” He grabbed her right arm and dragged her along the farm to the tune of Hannahs apologies. “I didn’t-” She was thrown onto the floor of the farmhouse kitchen. “You didn’t see anything,” He stared her down. “So I trust you, as much as I shouldn’t, to stay away from the barn. Unless you want to end up as pig feed.” Hannah stumbled her way back onto her feet, and with a scared expression, nodded. “Yes, I-I understand.” Daniels' gaze remained stern as he spoke again. “Goodnight, Hannah. Don’t ever try to test me like that again.” He turned away and walked into the living room to stare at the fireplace from the couch. Hannah quickly hurried back to her room upstairs. What he was keeping in the barn, she didn’t know it was so serious. 

She crawled into her bed, refusing to glance out her window, because if she did, she’d be tempted to go back out, to actually open the door. But Hannah had been taught a lesson by Daniel, too bad she was never one for learning.

Hoped you guys liked it! Idk if there's an audience for it

link to it on ao3 if you feel so inclined to give kudos or comment on there :)

[ltwilliammowett]

Canister shots from the Mary Rose

These wooden containers, found packed with flint, are canister shot, which would be loaded into the ships guns and fired, fragmenting and sending sharp shrapnel towards the enemy, destroying rigging and seriously injuring personnel.

These represent the three types of canister shot recovered from the Mary Rose and were made before 1545:

Cylindrical lantern shot: Manufactured in a similar fashion to lanterns, panels mounted to discs at either end.

Cylindrical canister: a single piece of wood cut in half lengthways and hollowed out to provide a central container, led together with string.

Conical lantern shot: Tapering staves are bound together to form a cone. A separate top is pegged to the ends of the staves.

In the course of the 18th century, these shots developed into the canister shots and the grapeshots

Artillery shot-canister for a 12-pounder cannon from the US Civil War era

Canister shots now have a metal canister and are filled with round lead or iron balls that are packed with sawdust to give the mass more strength and cohesion and to prevent the balls from crowding each other when fired.

Stool of Grapeshot, 1800-24

A grapeshot is a type of ammunition that consists of a collection of smaller-caliber round shots packed tightly in a canvas bag and separated from the gunpowder charge by a metal wadding, rather than being a single solid projectile. When assembled, the shot resembled a cluster of grapes, hence the name.

[dandelionsresilience]

Dandelion News - January 8-14

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1. In Chicago, all city buildings now use 100 percent clean power

“As of January 1, every single one of [Chicago’s municipal buildings] — including 98 fire stations, two international airports, and two of the largest water treatment plants on the planet — is running on renewable energy, thanks largely to Illinois’ newest and largest solar farm.”

2. California Rice Fields Offer Threatened Migratory Waterbirds a Lifeline

“Cranes need nighttime roosting sites flooded to a depth of about 3 to 9 inches, so they can easily hear or feel predators moving through the water. [... Bird Returns pays] farmers to flood their fields during critical migration periods [... and] provide foraging sites by leaving harvested rice or corn fields untilled, so cranes can access the leftover grain.”

3. New York Climate Superfund Becomes Law

“[Funds recovered “from major oil and gas companies” will be used to pay for] the restoration of stormwater drainage and sewage treatment systems, upgrades to transit systems, roads and bridges, the installation of green spaces to mitigate city heat islands and even medical coverage and preventative health programs for illnesses and injuries induced by climate change.”

4. Austin says retooled process for opening overnight cold-weather shelters is paying off

“[... T]he city's moves to lower the temperature threshold to open shelters and announce their activation at least a day in advance were the result of community feedback. [Shelter operators also passed out hot food.]”

5. Helping Communities Find Funding for Nature-Based Solutions

““From coastal oyster reefs to urban stormwater greenways, nature-based solutions are becoming the new normal.” That’s because these types of projects are often less expensive to build and have additional community benefits, such as improving water quality or creating parkland.”

6. Saving the Iberian lynx: How humans rescued this rare feline from extinction

“Back in the early 2000s, fewer than 100 individuals roamed the wild, including only 25 reproductive females. [...] Conservation staff [...] shape these cats into resourceful hunters and get them ready for life outside the center. [...] They’re fine-tuning captive-breeding routines, improving veterinary procedures, and pushing for more wildlife corridors.”

7. Biden cancels student loans for 150,000 more borrowers

“The 150,000 new beneficiaries announced Monday include more than 80,000 borrowers who were cheated or defrauded by their schools, over 60,000 borrowers with total and permanent disabilities and more than 6,000 public service workers[...] bringing the number whose student debt has been canceled during [Biden’s] administration to over 5 million[....]”

8. PosiGen wins another $200M for lower-income rooftop solar

“PosiGen offers a ​“no credit check” [solar panel installation to] those with a higher percentage of their income going to power and fuel bills[....] “somewhere between 25 and 75 percent” of the consumer’s monthly energy savings could come from efficiency measures such as sealing heating and cooling leaks, replacing thermostats, and installing LED lights[....]”

9. Indigenous communities come together to protect the Colombian Amazon

“At this year’s COP, Indigenous peoples celebrated the [protection of] traditional knowledge, innovations and practices[... and] the Cali Fund, which ensures that communities, including Indigenous peoples, receive benefits from the commercial use of [...] genetic data derived from the biological resources that they have long stewarded.”

10. How the heartland of Poland’s coal industry is ditching fossil fuels - without sacrificing jobs

“[Katowice, a former coal city] committed to reducing CO2 emissions by 40 per cent compared to 1990, prioritising investments in green infrastructure, and promoting renewable energy and energy efficiency. [...”]The gradual departure from heavy industry did not bring high social costs in our city,” says Marcin Krupa, Mayor of Katowice City.”

January 1-7 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[m4rs-ex3]

ALLLL RIGHTY YALL

if u haven't already seen.............. guys i was late i was fucking late for the panel give me a break

BUT here is a play by play of everything from the second i got in

[A GOOD CHUNK OF THE SECRET SCENE] if you saw this post within the first few *hours you got to see but you know what? they got to me i don't wanna be the snitch (i did on accident but its the though that counts)

opeli is being led blindfolded (which we see from opeli's pov. riveting visuals i tell you) by soren to the ✨secret meeting location✨

when she comments on the fact that it is literally just callum's office soren shuts her up bless him

opeli's like "DID BAIT GIVE BIRTH??!?!?" and soren's like no these are "rescue baits" and opeli gives them the greatest fucking look i can't even describe it to you

you've seen that leak "look it's the pearl :D""WHA""yep he's in there :)))))"

rayla says it like "per-al." just thought you should know

soren suggests forming a Fellowship of the Pearl and going to throw it into a volcano i fucking hate this show

they're all debating what to do with it meanwhile the most cryptic-ass shots of callum with the pearl like we get it he's fucked (i take it back i want more)

they finally get to him and he's like "uh????? destroy it obviously?????"

he suggests--and these are 100% his words (not actually cuz u know but its the general idea)--"smash it? throw it off a cliff? take a big ol axe and just--KA CHOP." i love him so much

rayla asks how they know it won't just release him

the way callum is so confused and conflicted and he just says "i... i don't know" oh my god by precious baby

cool ass top-down to the pearl whirlpool esq transtion into the next scene hello??

zym is being emo at a painting of his mother (the one from 4x03 yeah they just stitched that shit up it's all good)

ezran's like. huh. we oughtta do smth abt this

callum is Thinking Thoughts on the turrets(?? yk where soren does his lunges) and tossin the rune cube when he sees the star rune light up......................................

it's stella stella's there and the way he reacts to her is so precious 😭 he's not the step dad he's the dad who stepped up type shit

enter rayla "they told me u would be up here brooding"

(in a tragic turn of events the rayllum of this scene had my brain fuzzy so i can't remember a few chunks here and there have pity my brain has rotten)

callum's like "we have to do something i'm scared he's gonna use me. i know what we need to do ok we need to go to the starscraper"

it's honestly hilarious the way he says "and *WE.* should go" he's like "don't be gettin any ideas now this is an us thing"

and then ohoho "they have something there for you, too" (THAT was an exact quote)

he's like "PLSPLSPLS i've studied star magic i know the spells i know the runes i just need the quasar diamonds!! LET ME FREE UR PARENTS AND RUNAAN PLEAAAASSSSEEEE"

rayla is veryyyyyy opposed she's like "NO i want to help my parents as much as you"--honestly i don't think ANYONE wants to as much as him--"but i don't want my biases to affect that" BIASES?!??!! like that was the word she used i can't stop thinking about it

zym has entered his wolf child era his ass is HOWLING at the moon

soren hears him and goes "aww little guy misses his mom :((( sometimes i wonder where my mom is...." WHAT AWHAT WHAT AWHAT PJARDON SAY IT AGIAN YOU WAHGTS SAY IT AGIAND HUAH HUWH A

ok. yeah callum does not have pajamas BUT I THINK WE HAVE BIGGER ISSUES HERE????????????? HE WAS SLEEPING IN HIS OFFICE

THAT COUCH THING THAT THEY WERE ON WHEN RAYLA CAME BACK IN 4x03???? HES JUST SLEEPING ON IT I CANT MY GUY WHAT R U DOINGGG

in other news

bruv is tossing and turning and then just. ~stops.~ this can only mean good things (i think you know where i'm going with this)

he sits up. hobbles over to the door. there was a really cool transition (can u tell i respect the cinematography) and he's in the cellar holding the pearl.

he wakes up in aaravos' prison and is like "well this looks neat!" until he sees the mirror and screams and wakes up. when he realizes where he is he goes "what have i done" dude you fell asleep?? god he's never sleeping again (<- me when i lie 😈)

the description we got of this next scene did NOT do it justice it was fucking incredible

callum kicks down the fucking door (not actually) screaming for rayla

rayla TUMBLES OUT OF BED ON TO THE FLOOR, pillows in hands and unafraid to use them

"WHOA. HEY HEY ITS OKAY ITS ME! it's just me rayla. it's me. callum" i feel like he was saying the same 5 words for 7 hours it was beautiful

rayla: "callum?? jeez i could have-" *looks at pillows*

callum giggles the cutest fucking giggle and says something along the lines of "yeah, it would've hurt real bad :)"

oh yeah DE-LAYERED PONYTAIL RAYLA CONFIRMEDED??!?!?!?!?!

she sits back on the bed and my guy KNEELS DOWN AT THE CORNER OF THE BED TO PICK UP HER STUFF BEFORE HE SITS DOWN NEXT TO HER and they say chivalry is dead romance was birthed and ended with this scene

he tells her about it and she goes "callum, you're exhausted. you had a nightmare. if i thought you were in any real danger you know i would-" and then ironically i forget the same line that the person from nycc did wouldja look at that

can i just mention how close they were sitting in this scene i mean i jsut thikn i should mention hwo clo

yada yada he has a lightbulb and runs off with her blanket

the iconic "i know stella.. he took our blankie :("

god knows why barius is up in the middle of the night whispering sweet nothings to his jelly tarts

callum comes in with a certain proposition mwuhahaha

rayla comes into his office and sees his aesthetic ass sewing by fireside and graciously says "ah i get it! you're taking your mind off things by peacefully knitting" so iconic for both of them

callum explains that he's stitching runes to create a protection spell when barius comes in with the """"""""pearl""""""""""

rayla DIVES in front of callum and says "what r you doing get that thing AWAY from him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she got SO protective SO fast it was blessed

callum's like au contraire 😈

ok so obviously we had all heard about the fake pearl but. you know that one guy who makes insane sculptures out of nothing but chocolate? that's what they did the pearl is brown sludge with a candy coating 💀 i'm losing my mind that is so funny to me

so yeah with the decoy out the real pearl is protected by--and callum literally said this--"a magic blankie >:)"

he also pops in to tell ez and omg GUYS BAIT HAS HIS OWN LITTLE ROYAL CANOPY BED ITS SO FUCKING CUTE

dawn in the courtyard--ez is saying goodbye to soren, zym, and pyrrah who are going to look for zubeia (i almost just typed zendaya i need sleep) and callum and rayla who r going to the starscraper

my roman empire is this: callum was acting all eepy and then when they get going hE RESTS HIS HEAD ON RAYLA'S BACK AND FALLS ASLEEP. I CANNOT FUCKING MAKE THIS UP IT WAS PHENOMENAL SHE LOOKED SO FUCKING HAPPY I I I I I I HAKJSDHFKJASHFDKJHSADKFHKJASHFIHASEKFH

on a slightly lower note

scene from teaser except they did cut a couple lines in the teaser. mainly just terry going "didn't see you there,, cuz i was asleep. with my eyes closed"

he does not in fact get impaled but claudia tells him she's gonna leave him first and does just that

as she's going omfg terry's cries and pleas and "I LOVE YOU"s and "I WILL WAIT. I WILL WAIT HERE FOR YOU" was absolutely insane idk what was in the air in that recording studio but shout out to ben

i am so tired goodbye!

[goldie-s4]

Blissplash ( + Free Gift )

Details + Download links under the cut.

Bathroom set.

32 New objects.

Contains: ( 4 Sinks - 2 Tubs - 4 wall panels with LED lights - 2 end tables - 5 shower glass panels - A shower - 2 shower deco water - A shower seat - A pendant light - A mirror - A stool seat - Marble trims - Marble walls - Marble floors, and others ).

All Tested in game and Base game compatible (except for the LED light files they require Spa Day to work).

HQ Textures with custom normal and specular maps.

Custom Thumbnails

You can find the objects in game by typing (Goldie) or (Blissplash) in search.

Full set + Free Gift (direct - no ads).

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