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[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFIGHT FOR YOU * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Y/N gets into a fight because of Matt.

FEATURING　matt sturniolo x grumpy!reader　REQUESTED?　no.

WARNINGS　::　physical fight, blood, injuries, anger issues.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

Y/N was leaning against her locker in the hallway of her school during a free period, just waiting for the triplets' last class to finish so they could leave.

The girl had her backpack at her feet, her eyes discreetly running over the people circling the hallway, a bored expression on her face, her body language relaxed but attentive.

Her attention to the movement led her to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two most popular and disgusting girls in school, who were a little further ahead of her with their backpacks on their shoulders and arms crossed, wearing their cheerleader uniforms as if it was the only clothes they had at home.

"I don't know how they weren't embarrassed enough to go and create a YouTube channel, it's obvious that they will never become famous, you know?" Kelly, the "lider of the cheerleaders" was talking to her friend, Jennifer, a look of indifference on her face.

"Yeah, they are so weird." Jennifer agreed, rolling her eyes as she chewed her gum annoyingly.

Y/N stared at them blankly from afar, her jaw clenched and her lips in a thin line as she felt anger rise through her body like lava.

"The worst of all is that Matt guy, he's going to be their ruin-"

That was the last straw for Y/N, her feet moved before she could process what she was doing, and before she knew it, she was behind Kelly, her right hand adorned with her recently manicured nails grabbed the girl's hair, yanking her head back. Without letting go of the bunch of hair in her hands, she used her strength to push Kelly's body towards the floor, throwing her there.

"You bitch!" Kelly shouted, catching the attention of those around her, looking at Y/N from where she was with boiling eyes, her skirt lifting a little as she tried to get up, but before she could do so, Y/N sat on her legs, trapping her so that she couldn't move.

"I'll show you who the bitch is." Y/N spoke through gritted teeth, her right hand curling into a fist and going against the face of the girl below her, smiling satisfied when she heard a pop coming from her "perfect" nose.

Kelly screamed in pain and anger, acting on impulse as she raised her hand that wasn't trying to stop Y/N from doing something again, hitting the side of her face, scratching deeply into her flushed cheek, causing a trickle of blood to run from there and down her neck, hot with anger, hitting the necklace that Matt had given her and that she hasn't taken off since.

Y/N turned her face to the side at the impact, her mouth opening in surprise and anger.

"I'll kill you." Y/N's voice came out angrily, her right hand grabbing the hair on the top of Kelly's head, lifting her head and pushing it back with some force, slamming it against the floor.

Y/N stood up after that, knowing that Kelly couldn't do anything else to her because she was disoriented, and feeling satisfied with her work.

"Do you want to be next?" She asked, looking at Jennifer with disdain as her hands touched the deep scratch, then lowered them only to see her fingers covered in blood, running her tongue through her lips tasting the metallic in there.

"You crazy bitch! You ruined my clothes!" Kelly screamed, trying to sit up with one hand while the other touched her blood-stained cheerleader blouse.

"Say Matt's name one more time and it won't just be your ridiculous outfit that will be ruined." The girl argued, shooting Kelly a look before walking over to her backpack, picking it up angrily and starting to walk towards the cafeteria, ignoring the looks of everyone around her.

Y/N knew that the triplets would be waiting for her in there after their last class, exactly because that class was the closest to the cafeteria, and all she needed most at that moment was Matt, the only one who could calm her down before she punched somebody else.

"Move." Y/N said angrily to the boy who was in front of the door, pushing him hard and entering the space, running her eyes through the place and sighing in relief when she found her boyfriend at one of the tables, accompanied by his brothers.

“Matt, isn’t that Y/N?” Nick asked from afar, staring in a certain direction with surprised eyes.

Matt quickly looked up from his phone, turning his head back, his eyes widening comically when he saw the state of Y/N, who looked like she just came out of one of the Scream franchise movies.

It didn't take long for the girl to catch up with them, sitting next to Nick and facing Matt, smiling a mischievous smile.

"What the hell happened?" Her boyfriend questioned her, his blue eyes traveling over Y/N's bloodied face, clothing, and hands.

Chris reached into one of the pockets of Nick's backpack, pulling out a package of tissues he kept there for emergencies and handing it to Matt, who opened it and leaned over the table to get better access to the wounds.

"Don't worry, it's not my blood. At least not most of it." Y/N responded, allowing Matt to bring one of his hands to her injured face, trying to clean the blood that was almost dry.

"That doesn't calm me down at all." Matt grumbled back, ignoring when Y/N winced as he ran the tissue over the scratch.

"Who and what?" Nick asked excitedly, placing his arms on the table and leaning there so that he was in Y/N's field of vision, as if it were the most amazing situation of his life, making Matt hit his leg with his foot and Chris roll his eyes.

"Kelly and Jennifer. It was about time someone put those bitches in their place." Y/N summed it up, shrugging her shoulders as if it was nothing, but the look Nick was giving her made her roll her eyes. "And they talked about Matt."

Matt momentarily stopped his movements, staring at her in disbelief.

"You got into a fight because of me? Again?" He questioned, frowning. Guilt beginning to take over his heart, he didn't like seeing Y/N in fights and getting hurt, much less because of him.

"Stop being ungrateful, your girl defended your honor!" Chris exclaimed, hitting Matt on the shoulder, making him move his hand away from Y/N's face instantly, afraid of hurting her with the sudden movement caused by Chris action.

"Chris!"

"Sorry."

Matt sighed, closing his eyes and using the index finger and thumb of his right hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself down.

"You know I don't like you getting into fights like that, baby. One day you're going to end up getting kicked out of school, or you're going to find someone crazier than you who is going to hurt you badly." Matt spoke softly, resting his hand with the tissue on the table as his free hand traveled to his girlfriend's face, caressing her bruise-free cheek and carefully moving away the strands of hair stuck on her face.

"I know." She whispered back, closing her eyes due to the caress and lowering her head, feeling embarrassed by Matt's gaze. "I'll try to control myself, but I can't guarantee that I'll hold back if I hear someone talking about you in that way again." Y/N spoke, looking up through her lashes.

"Did you at least break her nose?" Matt asked, looking back at her with his eyebrows raised suggestively, his hand still against her rosy cheek. Surprise passed through Y/N's eyes before she nodded proudly, a smirk growing on her face.

Nick laughed at the interaction, raising his right hand in the air towards Y/N, who did the same, completing the high five.

"Obviously I broke her nose, I almost brought all her hair as a gift too." The girl said, opening a big smile when she received a high five from Chris as well.

Matt shook his head, letting out a low laugh.

"That's my girl."

© vanteguccir

[scotianostra]

The Pirate station, Radio Scotland began broadcasting in the dying embers of Hogmanay, 1965.

Radio Scotland was a Scottish pirate radio station which broadcast at various points off the Scottish coast between 1965 and 1967, with a mix of pop music and programmes of Scottish interest. It was conceived of and run by publicity and advertising executive Tommy Shields onboard a former Irish lightship, built on the Clyde, named The Comet. Radio Scotland's first broadcast was at 11:50pm on Hogmanay, 31st December 1965, on 1241 kilohertz, 242 metres.

After refitting for her new role in the Channel Islands she had been towed to a position four miles off Dunbar, in the Firth of Forth. Because of delays during the journey north, the ship didn't arrive at the anchorage until early on 30th December, giving the engineers only a few hours to set up the equipment. It was a frantic race against time but the station just made it on air before midnight, albeit at reduced power and with no opportunity to run tests. The first voice on the new station belonged to DJ Paul Young a former presenter of Scottish Television's Roundup programme who welcomed the listeners. He introduced the managing director Tommy Shields, who went on to detail their plans. Radio Scotland was on the air and open for business. The station also broadcast from water near Troon and Northern Ireland over its one-and-a-half years.

While navigating and planting the boat, crew had to be careful to avoid territorial waters, primarily due to the strict laws imposed on the pirate stations by the government of the day. Featuring everything from “modern” rock’n’roll to ceilidh favourites, the station soon became a sensation across Scotland as well as Ireland and northern England, where the signal was also picked up.

With its audience of one million listeners a week in its prime, Radio Scotland was very close to realising Shield’s dream of becoming a successful independent Scottish station.

Joining English stations such as Radio Caroline, Radio Scotland was the only pirate radio station to be formed north of the Border, and soon took its place amongst the big six pirate stations.

People could join the membership of the station and become Radio Scotland “Clan Members”. As a reward, the Clan had their own show every Saturday where they could send in requests, which, alongside Jack McLaughlin’s ceilidh slot, was one of the most popular programmes broadcast.

The station even had its own fanzine called “242” – named after its frequency. The 242 magazine featured interviews with the biggest stars of the day, including The Beatles, the Rolling Stones and Tina Turner, but station managers never quite tempted any of the stars on board the infamous boat.

The pirate station’s theme song was a jaunty wee number sung by folk band The Carrick Folk Four. Finishing off the upbeat ditty were the lines: “Oh Radio Scotland’s playing just for you/So beat the ban, and join the Clan, on station 242.”

Although they received many a plaudit, Radio Scotland was plagued with troubles from the very beginning. A poor signal and periods off-air led to a steep decline in advertising revenue and a frustrated fanbase, while fires on board the vessel and the hazardous North Sea conditions did little to help ease its problems.

In a piece in the Edinburgh Weekly just days after the station was laid to rest, Tony Mark wrote: “The death penalty in this country is supposed to have been abolished, yet here we are mourning the execution of what was surely the sound sensation of both 66’ and 67’ as far as Scotland is concerned.”

Although the station had a short life, as is often the case with such ventures, and was taken off the air in the 60s, Radio Scotland inspired a tribute station, which began broadcasting in the mid 70s.

Radio Scotland International, an independently run pirate station broadcasting to Europe from its base in Holland, started in 1975 and has been going ever since.

For around 20 months his modest little boat made huge waves and pulled Scotland into the "swinging sixties".

The first pic is Tommy Shields unveiling his pirate ship , the last is the stations first DJ Paul Young then, and as "Shug" in the BBC's Still Game.

[arbiterlexultionis]

Danny and the Spooks

So first things first, my initial idea is that this prompt takes place in a no one knows AU, and Danny somehow gets his ice powers earlier than he otherwise would, though really this could work without those two if need be.

So Danny got his ice powers pretty early in his ghost fighting career, and because he doesn’t have the support from his friends or raw power he would gather up later on he relies far more on Fenton tech to get by. That reliance on weapons means that, upon realizing that his ghost ice 1) doesn’t melt and 2) is Ghost Ice, and therefore can’t really be phased through by most ghost that arn’t him, immediately begins thinking of ways to make long term weapons out of the stuff.

A little while into his experiments with that he’s fighting Skulker and gets thrown into the house of some poor civilian, and while taking cover behind the kitchen counter looks over to see the (slightly disgruntled) homeowner doing the same while holding a 12 gauge.

“You think you can land a shot with that thing?”

“You think it’ll matter if I can?”

To which Danny replies something along the lines of “it will with this” before handing over his latest creation, a 12 gauge slug that’s had some of the material removed and replaced with his ice. Danny distracts Skulker, and his new friend pops up and puts a hole through the spine of Skulkers suit, allowing Danny to capture him. Danny thanks Mr. Civilian, who is apparently a retired Navy Seal or something, and they wind up staying in contact with each other, sometimes helping each other out with stuff and Mr. Seal testing out new weapons for Danny. Then some punk kid(yes a punk kid, doesn’t matter that he’s older than Danny, Danny still refers to him as a punk kid) decided that he wants to help defend the town and starts following Danny around, trying to help him in fights, and just refuses to stop putting himself in danger. Eventually Danny “relents” and says that he’ll let the kid help out, but only after he gets proper training from Mr. Seal, with the real plan being for the training to be way to intense for the kid to make him give up.

One problem though, the kid just doesn’t give up. Like, at all. One day Mr. Seal pulls Danny aside and tells him that Punk has finished his training and Danny gets all exited that the kid finally gave up, only for his bubble to be burst. “No no, he hasn’t given up, he just finished my training. He’s ready for combat.” And well, a deals a deal. So both Punk and Mr. Seal start taking more of an active roll in ghost fighting.

And then another idiot with more selflessness than sense shows up. And another. And, whoops three more just showed up. Eventually, Danny wound up as the accidental leader of a vigilante/ghost fighting organization dubbed the spooks by the local news. Comprised mostly of volunteers, with the best and brightest getting a rank all their own and proper pay, comprised of donations from both normal people and members and “donations” from criminals they stop because it’s not like they need the money now that they’re in prison.

I’m just imagining Danny with this rag tag group of humans doing what they can to help people.

After Danny finally manages to get some time with his friends for a movie marathon, he decides to form a new branch of the group called the R.I.P.D., the Rest In Peace Department, which is basically meant to help ghost fulfill their Obsessions and stuff in a safe, peaceful manner.

Boxy gets a abandoned warehouse full of boxes that’s been covered and insulative materials to keep ghost hunters from tracking him there.

Lunch Lady gets a great big soup kitchen which promptly morphs into a whole ass shelter for anyone and everyone that needs it so long as they’re okay with having Lunch Lady seemingly appear out of nowhere worrying about how skinny they look and shoving food into their arms.

They also have an absurd number of homemade gadgets and weapons. Think like, the entirety of the slingshot channel, ZnA productions, hacksmith and all those other types of channels combined, but their arsenal is hopped up on ghostly BS, as well as stealing equipment from Vlad and the GIW.

Skulker: I WILL MOUNT YOUR PELT ON MY WALL GHOSTCHILD

Fredrick “Dakka” Stevenson, flying the ancient crop-duster they got from old man Elijah and strapped every weapon they could to: I’m gonna do what’s called a pro gamer move.

Every other spooks member on the coms: groans

Dakka: if you want me to stop making lame meme references stop using a lame meme reference as my nickname.

Pt 2

[realcrocodiletears]

new music debrief - Bewitched by Laufey

When you hear anyone talk about Jazz, it isn’t always met with much excitement. From my social experiences and interactions, liking jazz is structured like a joke or an insult. Bewitched by Laufey serves as a resurgence to the waning popularity of Jazz as a genre, and invites new listeners to a fresh yet faithful interpretation. Executed with precision, thought, and love, Bewitched is a masterpiece in its category that embraces the humility and simplicity of the genre as a form of expression. Laufey pieces together elements of classic jazz and contemporary themes seamlessly.

Laufey, pronounced lay-vay, has taken over as the new poster girl of Jazz. Her previous installment, Everything I Know About Love, was one of my favourite releases of 2022, which led to my expectations and excitement for Bewitched being higher than any other projects this summer. Everything I Know About Love felt presented as if it were a fairytale, illustrating her hopes, fears, and ideas of love. Bewitched is bolder than its predecessor, speaking volumes with its unconditional love stories and the soothing, roaring, complex contemporary compositions that aid the overall atmosphere.

Opening the album, Dreamer is a bouncy track that reinforces the hopeless romantic theme of the album. The line "No boy's gonna kill the dreamer in me" dismisses casual dating in the face of modern standards. Moving into Second Best, Haunted, and Must Be Love, Laufey rides the melancholic, harmonic, ghostly rhythms supported by her powerful orchestral composition. Her vocals display her ability to span octaves and fluctuate to the tone of the song. Spilling traditional elements of the genre over piano and guitar compositions introduces us to the timeless sound Laufey has crafted.

Bewitched maintains an impressive level of consistency throughout its entirety, even during its more experimental moments. The album boldly explores pop terrain, as evident in tracks like Lovesick, where Laufey channels an aura reminiscent of artists like Soccer Mommy or Julien Baker. In this high-energy track, she delivers an explosive chorus that offers a rare and intense emotional release, departing from her usual delicate approach. The seamless interplay between silky, ascending strings and rolling percussion mirrors the complex mix of emotions, evoking feelings of both excitement and anxiety.

The inclusion of the classic jazz gem Misty on the record is a testament to Laufey's deep connection with the genre. Her rendition of this piece blends her universal vocal tone with a straightforward, organic production that stays true to the song's roots.

Laufey not only revitalizes the jazz genre but also showcases her versatility as an artist. Her remarkable ability to seamlessly merge classic and contemporary elements, coupled with her poignant storytelling, positions this album as a must-listen. Laufey undeniably weaves a spell with her music, captivating her audience and rekindling the timeless allure of jazz in the modern era.

10/10 a literal genre-redefining masterpiece

~ will

[jamieroxxartist]

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[klopford]

Kardia

AO3 if you prefer it there! I'm gonna start posting my shorter works in text posts in addition to the usual AO3 link, because some people do that.

Had this thought pop into my head and wrote a lil ficlet about it. As someone who runs Trust dungeons a lot (working on that achievement!) I know full well that Alphinaud does not actually use Kardia in dungeons but shh...

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Stepping outside of the Annex after debriefing, Katina spots Alphinaud and Alisaie outside near the training dummies. Alphinaud’s new Sage tools are floating around him, glowing as he targets the dummy and practices new techniques.

Alisaie notices their friend first. “Hey Katina!” she waves.

Alphinaud recalls his Nouliths to his back and turns around. “Ah! My friend, would you care to assist me with something?”

Katina raises an eyebrow. “Sure, what’s up?”

“There’s a spell I want to practice,” Alphinaud explains, “but it would be more effective on a living target. It’s a healing spell that forms a link between myself and a partner and is supposed to provide passive healing from the excess aether when I attack an enemy.”

Katina shrugs. “Sure, but couldn’t you practice with Alisaie?” she says as she gestures towards his sister.

"He did, we just finished,” Alisaie says.

Alphinaud nods before continuing. “I noticed something interesting, and I wanted to confirm if the same thing happened with a different partner. Besides, you are often our front line shield and the one in most need of constant healing," he smirks at the Paladin, "Who better to practice on?”

"Good point," Katina huffs. "Well... what, then? You want me to just stand here and let you cast, or hit the dummy, or...?"

"I was actually hoping for a more practical exercise," Alphinaud says as he checks over his Nouliths and straightens his jacket. "I was wondering perhaps if you would spar with Alisaie while I heal you?"

Both girls seem shocked at this suggestion, but Alisaie speaks up first. “What, the both of you against me? How is that fair?” 

Katina chuckles. “I think maybe he just needs someone to actually do some damage to me. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you.”

Alisaie glares at Katina. “You had better not!”

The girls swap out their weapons for blunted training arms and take positions. Once ready, Alphinaud summons his Nouliths to the air and makes the necessary gestures and incantation to cast Kardion.

Katina feels a sensation along her back, spreading over her shoulders, as though she was being embraced from behind. There's a pulse that forms into a second heartbeat that she can feel as if it's pressed against her back. “Huh..?” she looks behind her but sees that Alphinaud is still several yalms away. “Is that... you? This pulse I'm feeling?”

Alphinaud looks at Katina. “Yes,” he nods, holding a hand to his chest. “I feel your pulse as well. Interesting...”

“This is what you felt when you cast it on me earlier, right?” Alisaie asks.

“Indeed,” Alphinaud replies. “I had wondered if it had anything to do with our being twins, but it appears to simply be the nature of the link formed by the spell.”

“Does being a twin affect any magic between the two of you at all?” Katina asks. “I'd always wondered...”

“It can, but perhaps we can discuss this later.” Alphinaud shifts the Nouliths to point at the training dummy. “If Alisaie hits you, I will attack the dummy. The residual aether of the attack should be channeled through our link to heal you. And this way, my sister only has to deal with one assailant.”

Alisaie rolls her eyes. “Thank you, dear brother,” she says sarcastically as she raises her weapon towards Katina.

Katina smacks her shield with her own sword to signal ready, and the two begin to spar. Alisaie lunges, but Katina blocks and parries every attack. After what feels like ages of throwing herself at the Paladin's impenetrable defense, Alisaie's frustration gets the better of her, and muscle memory leads her into casting Jolt, which catches Katina by surprise and knocks her on her rear. 

“Alisaie!” Alphinaud scolds, “It's only a spar!”

“What? She can take it!”

“I'm good!” Katina calls out, raising a thumb as she dusts herself off. “Hey, now you can try healing!”

Alphinaud sighs at his sister's recklessness (and at Katina's encouragement of it) and focuses on the dummy, blasting it with his Nouliths. As the attack lands, he hears Katina give a quiet sigh of relief as she normally does when he's cast a healing spell on her, and he sees her stand up straighter.

“Hey! That actually works!” Katina says, glancing back at Alphinaud.

They continue their practice, with Alphinaud noticing that he also feels each attack Katina receives, though it doesn't hurt him. He can feel her heart racing each time she's hurt, and she notices when he's becoming fatigued.

“Maybe we should stop there,” Katina suggests after a while. She'd felt the link growing weaker as well as the change in Alphinaud's pulse, and she looks over at him. “I think we've all had enough for today.”

Realizing he wasn't going to be able to get away with pretending to not be tired, Alphinaud nods at Katina and flops down to sit on the grass before recalling his Nouliths to his back. Alisaie joins him, and Katina sits on the ground facing the twins as she pulls out her canteen and offers everyone a drink.

“So...” Katina says after a moment. “You said being a twin can affect your magic?”

“Ah, yes,” Alphinaud replies, collecting himself. “I've noticed before with some of the healing spells I've used on Alisaie, I've felt a similar effect to what we felt just now, like we were linked. But I wasn't trying to cast Kardion then, nor was I using a Sage's tools.” He pauses as he thinks back to his time at the Studium. “I noticed that it only happened with Alisaie, and not when I was practicing on a mammet or a classmate when we were students, so I've long believed it had something to do with being twins.”

“Did you tell anyone?” Katina asks.

Alphinaud chuckles. “I was quite stubborn as a child, and determined to study this for myself before telling anyone. I wanted to be sure I knew everything first.”

“That's the only time he's quiet, you know,” Alisaie chimes in, “when he doesn't know something!”

“Alisaie...”

Katina laughs at the twins and stands, offering her hands to assist them up from the ground. “Come on, let's go wash up and get dinner.”

[wolverenmayden]

Brushstrokes of the Soul: A Monologue on Nihonga, Anime, and Manga

How do you measure a culture's soul?

Some might point to its history books, others to its monuments, and yet others to its myths. But I believe—deeply, irrevocably—that a nation’s truest soul lives in its art. And in Japan, that soul pulses through the delicate lines of nihonga, the explosive vibrance of anime, and the black-and-white dynamism of manga.

These are not merely artistic genres. They are the quiet and thunderous echoes of generations, the canvases where Japan has painted not just its past, but its future, and its internal worlds. Each line, each shade, each movement of the brush or stroke of the pen is more than aesthetic—it's a memory, a philosophy, a declaration of being.

Let me begin with nihonga—the traditional Japanese painting style. Whisper its name and you summon images that move like incense smoke across time: gold-leaf clouds, rolling mist, cherry blossoms suspended in a moment between blooming and fading. Nihonga is not about imitation. It is about distillation. Here, the essence of nature and spirit are not captured with realism, but with restraint. The space between things becomes just as important as the things themselves. A single pine tree can be an entire forest. A crane standing in still water—eternity.

Created with natural pigments from shells, minerals, and even semi-precious stones, nihonga is a painstaking craft rooted in a deep respect for nature and impermanence. It’s slow. Purposeful. In a world addicted to speed, nihonga reminds us to look again—and slower. What anime and manga owe to nihonga is not always direct, but it is foundational. That reverence for the line. That attention to emptiness. That capacity for storytelling not with words, but with the unsaid.

And then came manga—bold, frenetic, deeply emotional. It erupted onto the page with an energy that nihonga would have found unrefined, perhaps even vulgar. But look again. Manga, too, understands silence. It knows how to hold a panel just a moment longer than you expect. It allows time to slow when someone falls in love or dies or finally understands something too large for speech. Its black-and-white constraints force its artists to channel the very economy of style that nihonga mastered.

And from manga was born anime—animated manga, at first, and then something more. Something alive. Something global. While nihonga stayed mostly within museum walls and private collections, and manga found its niche within pages flipped in bookstores and train rides, anime exploded outward—into the world, into the hearts of millions.

But make no mistake: anime is not simply entertainment. It is not just giant robots and magical girls. It is not just fight scenes and catchphrases and endings scored to J-pop. It is expression. A place where philosophy meets color, where Shinto meets cyberpunk, where isolation meets friendship, and war meets redemption.

In Princess Mononoke, we see the battle between nature and industry told with the quiet authority of ancient gods. In Neon Genesis Evangelion, we descend into the void of the self, facing not only angels and apocalypses but our own alienation. In Your Name, we explore love, time, memory—and that most Japanese of ideas: that we are connected, even when we are apart.

Anime, manga, and nihonga—these three are not separate. They are a continuum. A dialogue. Nihonga speaks in whispers, manga in heartbeat rhythms, anime in screams and lullabies. They are not opposites, but mirrors of one another—each a reflection of the Japanese spirit refracted through different ages and technologies.

And here’s what astonishes me: though born in Japan, these art forms are now claimed and loved by the world. They transcend their origins not by abandoning them, but by remaining fiercely authentic. They tell stories that are local in setting but universal in meaning. And in doing so, they become something close to myth.

So I ask again—how do you measure a culture's soul?

In Japan, you measure it in the stillness of a crane, in the sweat of a mangaka’s hand as they draw the 500th panel, in the shimmer of tears in an anime character’s eyes. You measure it in the silence between scenes, the echo after a character whispers “arigatou.”

You measure it in brushstrokes.

And the soul of Japan, as I have come to know it, is made not of marble or steel—but of paper, ink, and light.

[the-hindu-times]

18th February 2025: Rock ‘n’ roll legend Billy Idol, recently nominated for the Rock N Roll Hall Of Fame, returns to the UK for a very special date at the OVO Wembley Arena on Tuesday 24th June 2025. This show comes two days after Billy’s appearance at the Forever Now Festival at The National Bowl, Milton Keynes. These are Billy’s only UK appearances in 2025.

Tickets for the OVO Wembley Arena gig are available from www.aegpresents.co.uk/billy-idol, on sale Friday 21st February 2025 from 10am.

Billy Idol will be joined by special guests and post-punk legends New Model Army.  

This will be Billy Idol’s first UK visit since his arena tour of 2022. The world’s favourite rebel brings with him his regular touring band featuring his long-time guitarist and collaborator Steve Stevens alongside Stephen McGrath (bass, backing vocals), Billy Morrison (guitar, backing vocals), Paul Trudeau (keyboards, backing vocals) and drummer Erik Eldenius.

Idol says: “Every time we play Wembley we have an absolute blast and this summer will be no exception!”

For close on half a century, Billy Idol has been one of the faces and voices of rock ’n’ roll, with an artistic resumé to match his iconic image. Having emerged as the camera-ready front man for Generation X, between 1977 and 1981, Idol forged his legendary status with three albums that made positivity, emotional depth, and high pop synonymous with punk rock. In 1982, Idol embarked on a remarkable transatlantic/trans-genre solo career that integrated clubland throb, wide-screen depth and drama, rockabilly desperation, the bold and simple lines of punk, and rock ’n’ roll decadence.

Embracing the new MTV music channel, videos for White Wedding, Rebel Yell and Eyes Without A Face established Idol as one of the iconic performers of his generation, a position he still holds today.

Most recently Billy Idol has shown that he has lost none of his early fire with two outstanding, and critically acclaimed, EPs: The Roadside (2021) reflecting on his near-fatal motorcycle accident of 1990 and The Cage (2023).  Watch out for details of new studio album soon.

In February 2025 Billy Idol was nominated onto the ballot for induction into the Rock&Roll Hall of Fame.

New Model Army’s 16th studio album ‘Unbroken’ was released in January 2024 to critical acclaim and reached top positions in official album charts all around the world. Full of guitars, searing vocals and with the emphasis on bass and drums which characterizes all their work, Unbroken has quickly been embraced by fans who find the band as powerful and poetic as ever on the new record.

Formed in Bradford in 1980, New Model Army are storming through their fifth decade and show no signs of letting up. Passionately independent New Model Army continue to thrill fans spanning generations with their live shows and recorded work. ‘Unbroken’ is out now on CD, Colour Vinyl and Digital.

[theblogvibe]

Allied Ispat India’s Sustainability Initiatives: A Commitment to Green Manufacturing

Sustainability has become a critical factor in modern manufacturing, and Allied Ispat India is leading the charge by incorporating eco-friendly initiatives into its production processes. As a prominent Roll Forming Machine Manufacturing Company in India, the company is dedicated to developing sustainable solutions that reduce environmental impact while maintaining superior product quality.

From Galvanized Color Coated Trading Coils to Plaster of Paris (POP) Channels and Rolling Shutter Parts, Allied Ispat India is committed to green manufacturing. This blog explores the sustainability initiatives adopted by the company and their impact on the environment and industry.

1. Sustainable Roll Forming Machine Manufacturing in India

Green Innovation in Machinery Production

As a leader in Roll Forming Machine Manufacturing in India, Allied Ispat India has integrated sustainable technology into its production lines. The company’s approach includes:

Energy-Efficient Design: Advanced automation reduces power consumption and operational waste.

Minimal Material Wastage: Precision engineering ensures high efficiency, lowering excess scrap.

Use of Recyclable Materials: The company sources eco-friendly raw materials to minimize its carbon footprint.

Reducing Carbon Footprint

By optimizing production efficiency and reducing waste, Allied Ispat India is setting new benchmarks in sustainable roll forming machine manufacturing, helping industries minimize their environmental impact.

2. Eco-Friendly Galvanized Color Coated Trading Coil Production

Sustainable Coating Technology

Allied Ispat India specializes in Galvanized Color Coated Trading Coils, ensuring their production aligns with green initiatives.

Non-Toxic Coatings: The company uses low-VOC (volatile organic compounds) coatings, reducing emissions.

Long-Lasting Durability: Galvanized coatings protect against corrosion, minimizing the need for replacements.

Energy-Efficient Processing: Production lines are optimized for minimal energy consumption.

Contributing to Sustainable Infrastructure

By offering environmentally responsible Galvanized Color Coated Coils, Allied Ispat India supports green construction and infrastructure development.

3. Sustainable Manufacturing of Plaster of Paris (POP) Channels

Green Practices in POP Channel Production

As a manufacturer of POP channels, Allied Ispat India prioritizes eco-conscious production techniques.

Recycled Steel Utilization: The company uses high-quality recycled steel for POP channels, reducing resource depletion.

Water Conservation Strategies: Production methods minimize water usage, preventing waste.

Low-Emission Processing: Advanced machinery reduces carbon emissions, contributing to cleaner air quality.

Impact on Construction Industry

Sustainable POP channel manufacturing ensures builders and developers have access to environmentally friendly materials that promote green building practices.

4. Environmentally Responsible Rolling Shutter Parts Manufacturing

Sustainable Innovations in Rolling Shutter Production

As a trusted Rolling Shutter Parts Manufacturing Company in India, Allied Ispat India emphasizes sustainability in every aspect of production.

Recyclable Metal Components: The company incorporates 100% recyclable metals to reduce waste.

Solar Energy Integration: Production units utilize renewable energy sources to reduce dependency on fossil fuels.

Eco-Friendly Paints & Coatings: Non-toxic, lead-free coatings are applied to shutter parts for a reduced environmental impact.

Supporting Green Urban Development

By manufacturing sustainable rolling shutter components, Allied Ispat India plays a vital role in enhancing energy-efficient commercial and industrial spaces.

5. Allied Ispat India’s Long-Term Sustainability Goals

Strategic Environmental Commitments

Allied Ispat India has outlined clear sustainability objectives to drive long-term ecological benefits:

Reducing Carbon Emissions by 40% within the next decade.

Enhancing Water Recycling Systems to prevent resource wastage.

Expanding Renewable Energy Use across all manufacturing facilities.

Strengthening Recycling Initiatives to support a circular economy.

Corporate Social Responsibility (CSR) Initiatives

Beyond manufacturing, Allied Ispat India actively engages in afforestation programs, waste management projects, and energy conservation efforts to contribute to a greener planet.

Conclusion: Leading the Way in Sustainable Steel Manufacturing

Allied Ispat India is redefining steel manufacturing by prioritizing sustainability across its operations. As an industry leader in Roll Forming Machine Manufacturing, Galvanized Color Coated Trading Coil Production, Plaster of Paris Channels, and Rolling Shutter Parts, the company is actively contributing to a greener future.

By choosing Allied Ispat India, businesses can embrace sustainable manufacturing solutions without compromising on quality. Together, we can build a future that prioritizes both industrial excellence and environmental responsibility.

[uk-visa-updates]

UK ETA for Indians: What You Need to Know

Introduction

Are you planning a trip to the UK from India and you've heard about this newfangled Electronic Travel Authorisation (ETA) thing. You might be wondering if it applies to you and how it affects your travel plans.

Let's clear things up!

What Indian Travellers Need to Know: UK ETA Explained

What is this UK ETA All About?

Think of the ETA as a digital travel pass. It's a bit like the US ESTA system. Eventually, most folks who don't need a full-blown visa for short trips to the UK will need to get one. It's all part of making the UK border more secure and making travel a smoother experience.

Here's the lowdown on the UK ETA:

It'll cost you a tenner (£10).

It's good for two years or until your passport expires (whichever comes first).

You can use it for multiple trips to the UK within that time.

Applying is pretty straightforward and quick - you'll usually get a decision within 3 working days.

You can apply using the snazzy UK ETA app or do it online through GOV.UK.

So, Who Needs This ETA Thing?

The UK is rolling out the ETA scheme in stages, meaning different nationalities become eligible at different times. Here's the current situation (as of November 2024):

Folks from countries like Qatar, Bahrain, Kuwait, Oman, the UAE, Saudi Arabia, and Jordan already need an ETA.

Lots of other nationalities are also eligible, including those from the Americas, Asia-Pacific, and Europe.

And here's what's coming down the line:

EU citizens will need an ETA from April 2, 2025.

Other nationalities will be added over time.

Of course, there are some lucky ducks who don't need an ETA:

British and Irish citizens are all right, mate!

Holders of British Overseas Territories passports are also good to go.

If you've already got a UK visa or permission to live, work, or study there (including settled or pre-settled status), you're sorted.

But What About Us Indians? Do We Need an ETA?

The big question, right?

The short answer is no.

Currently, Indian citizens are not on the list of nationalities who need an ETA to travel to the UK.

Read: Step-by-Step Guide for Applying for a UK Visa from India

UK Visa Requirements for Indian Travellers: The Same Old Story

For now, things haven't changed much for us. If you're Indian and want to pop over to the UK, you'll still need to get a visa. The usual visa for visitors from India is the Standard Visitor Visa.

Here's what you can do with a Standard Visitor Visa:

Enjoy a good old holiday!

Visit family and friends.

Do some quick business things, like going to meetings or conferences.

Take a short course of study.

Get medical treatment.

But here's what you can't do with it:

Work in the UK (even if it's unpaid).

Claim any benefits.

Try to live in the UK by making loads of short trips back and forth.

Get married or have a civil partnership ceremony.

Okay, So How Do I Get This Standard Visitor Visa?

The process is pretty much the same as before:

Fill out the online application form. You'll find it on the UK Visas and Immigration website (GOV.UK).

Cough up the visa fee. It's currently £115.

Get all your documents together. You'll need your passport, proof you can pay for your trip, details of your travel plans, and where you'll be staying. An invitation letter might be needed, too, depending on why you're going.

Go to a visa application centre in India for a biometric appointment. They'll take your fingerprints and a photo.

Then it's the waiting game. It can take up to 3 weeks (or sometimes longer) to get a decision.

Read, Detailed Guide on: UK Standard Visitor Visa

A Quick Word About the Common Travel Area (CTA)

Just a quick heads-up about the CTA, which is an agreement between the UK, Ireland, the Channel Islands, and the Isle of Man. It means citizens of these places can move freely between them.

Here's how the ETA affects the CTA:

British and Irish citizens can travel within the CTA without an ETA - no problem!

If you legally live in Ireland but aren't a British or Irish citizen, you might not need an ETA if you're coming to the UK directly from within the CTA. But you will need one if you're coming from a country outside the CTA.

Key Points to Remember, My Friend

For now, the UK ETA doesn't apply to Indian citizens. No change there!

You still need a Standard Visitor Visa to travel to the UK from India.

Getting a visa involves that online application, paying the fee, sorting out your documents, going for that biometric appointment, and then waiting (not so fun!).

Apply well in advance of your trip, just in case things take longer than expected.

Keep an eye on the UK Visas and Immigration website for any updates on the ETA and visa rules - things can change!

Hope that helps! Enjoy your trip to the UK!

Stay Informed and Reach Out to UK Immigration Experts

[scotianostra]

The Pirate station, Radio Scotland began broadcasting in the dying embers of Hogmanay, 1965.

Radio Scotland was a Scottish pirate radio station which broadcast at various points off the Scottish coast between 1965 and 1967, with a mix of pop music and programmes of Scottish interest. It was conceived of and run by publicity and advertising executive Tommy Shields onboard a former Irish lightship, built on the Clyde, named The Comet. Radio Scotland's first broadcast was at 11:50pm on Hogmanay, 31st December 1965, on 1241 kilohertz, 242 metres.

After refitting for her new role in the Channel Islands she had been towed to a position four miles off Dunbar, in the Firth of Forth. Because of delays during the journey north, the ship didn't arrive at the anchorage until early on 30th December, giving the engineers only a few hours to set up the equipment. It was a frantic race against time but the station just made it on air before midnight, albeit at reduced power and with no opportunity to run tests. The first voice on the new station belonged to DJ Paul Young a former presenter of Scottish Television's Roundup programme who welcomed the listeners. He introduced the managing director Tommy Shields, who went on to detail their plans. Radio Scotland was on the air and open for business. The station also broadcast from water near Troon and Northern Ireland over its one-and-a-half years.

While navigating and planting the boat, crew had to be careful to avoid territorial waters, primarily due to the strict laws imposed on the pirate stations by the government of the day. Featuring everything from “modern” rock’n’roll to ceilidh favourites, the station soon became a sensation across Scotland as well as Ireland and northern England, where the signal was also picked up.

With its audience of one million listeners a week in its prime, Radio Scotland was very close to realising Shield’s dream of becoming a successful independent Scottish station.

Joining English stations such as Radio Caroline, Radio Scotland was the only pirate radio station to be formed north of the Border, and soon took its place amongst the big six pirate stations.

People could join the membership of the station and become Radio Scotland “Clan Members”. As a reward, the Clan had their own show every Saturday where they could send in requests, which, alongside Jack McLaughlin’s ceilidh slot, was one of the most popular programmes broadcast.

The station even had its own fanzine called “242” – named after its frequency. The 242 magazine featured interviews with the biggest stars of the day, including The Beatles, the Rolling Stones and Tina Turner, but station managers never quite tempted any of the stars on board the infamous boat.

The pirate station’s theme song was a jaunty wee number sung by folk band The Carrick Folk Four. Finishing off the upbeat ditty were the lines: “Oh Radio Scotland’s playing just for you/So beat the ban, and join the Clan, on station 242.”

Although they received many a plaudit, Radio Scotland was plagued with troubles from the very beginning. A poor signal and periods off-air led to a steep decline in advertising revenue and a frustrated fanbase, while fires on board the vessel and the hazardous North Sea conditions did little to help ease its problems.

In a piece in the Edinburgh Weekly just days after the station was laid to rest, Tony Mark wrote: “The death penalty in this country is supposed to have been abolished, yet here we are mourning the execution of what was surely the sound sensation of both 66’ and 67’ as far as Scotland is concerned.”

Although the station had a short life, as is often the case with such ventures, and was taken off the air in the 60s, Radio Scotland inspired a tribute station, which began broadcasting in the mid 70s.

Radio Scotland International, an independently run pirate station broadcasting to Europe from its base in Holland, started in 1975 and has been going ever since.

http://www.radioscotland.nl/

For around 20 months his modest little boat made huge waves and pulled Scotland into the "swinging sixties".

The first pic is Tommy Shields unveiling his pirate ship , the last is the stations first DJ Paul Young then, and as "Shug" in the BBC's Still Game

[pop-up-trade-show-booth]

Pop Up Booth Ideas by popup-booth.com

Pop Up Booth Ideas by popup-booth.com

Pop Up Displays are one of the most popular and long-standing types of trade show displays for many reasons. They are affordable, easy to use, easy to ship, easy to set up and tear down, lightweight, and offer a lot of surface area in your trade show booth at very little cost. The typical popup display is around 8’-10’ wide and 8’ high, creating a nice back wall for your exhibit area.

Pop Up Trade Show Booths are available as straight units, curves, gullwings, and even island style for the trade show floor. Tabletop pop-ups, both straight and curved, are also available for 4’, 6’, and 8’ tables. The most traditional pop-up is the 10’ curved pop-up. This design has been around the longest.

TRADITIONAL POP UP DISPLAYS SYSTEM

The traditional pop-up system consists of an accordion-like frame that, when removed from its UPS or FedEx shippable case, expands and locks into a sturdy position. Most often, channel bars with magnetic strips are attached to the frame to receive flexible full-color graphic or hook and loop receptive fabric panels that also carry magnetic stripping along the edges. Typically, the graphic panels are made of sturdy inkjet laminate or Duraprint material and printed in full color. The printed material is sturdier than vinyl and less likely to crease with repeat use, holding its form to create a solid graphic wall. Once the panels are lined up and attached to the frame, the finished product is a large unified graphic image with your branding and/or company/product information. These panels roll up easily and also fit within the same case that houses the frame for protection and ease of transport.

Hook and loop fabric pop-up panels attach to the pop-up frame to create an almost seamless wall. With hook and loop receptive fabric, you can interchange or move countless graphics or photos with hook and loop backing instead of committing to one particular design.

BACKLIT FABRIC POP UP PANELS

Some pop-up designs have moved beyond the flexible, rollable graphics into full-color fabric panels. This innovation is simple but effective. By using one large full-color piece of fabric, you eliminate the worry of having to line up more than one graphic panel. There are no cuts along the print, so a graphic designer would not have to worry about a word or letter falling on a seam. Instead of magnetic backing, the large fabric panel has hook and loop backing, as do the hubs or channel bars. You simply wrap the large graphic from one side to the other. The graphic fabric panel also folds up nicely and fits into the shipping case.

In some pop-up applications, the traditional accordion-style frame has been replaced with contoured aluminum hollow tubing. The tubes have male/female connections that easily pop into place to create a large straight or curved wall to receive the graphic. Because of the simplicity of this frame design, there are fewer parts to keep up with (such as channel bars) and fewer parts to replace over the years!

PopUp Booth designs continue to evolve, offering innovative solutions for trade show exhibitors.

[shadesexperts]

Window Covering Options for Sliding Doors in Tampa

Sliding doors are a popular choice for houses and organizations in sunny Tampa, Florida, due to their capability to let in adequate natural light. Finding the right Window covering for sliding doors can help manage light and privacy while complementing your interior layout. Here are a few top options for Window Covering for sliding door Tampa inside the Tampa vicinity.

• Blinds

Blinds are one of the most flexible and financially-pleasant alternatives for sliding doorways. They are available in a wide form of materials, colorations, and patterns to shape any décor.

• Vertical Blinds

Vertical blinds are a splendid desire for sliding patio doors. Their slim slats may be rotated open and closed to govern mild and privacy. Plastic and aluminum are less costly vertical blind materials that arise nicely from moisture and sun. For a gentle look, select cloth vertical blinds.

• Horizontal Blinds

Horizontal blinds are painted properly for sliding doors in any room. Look for strong aluminum or vinyl blinds in moisture-inclined regions like toilets. Wood blinds bring a heat contact. For versatility, don't forget fake timber blinds, which combination energy and style. Adjustable slats make it smooth to direct mild.

• Mini Blinds

Mini blinds maximize your view while open and offer privacy whilst closed. They are available in vinyl, aluminum, or timber. Upgrade to blackout mini blinds in bedrooms for darkness. Add a pop of shade with patterned or revealed mini blinds.

• Shades

Shades provide a smooth, streamlined search for sliding doorways. Options range from casual to fashionable.

• Roller Shades

Roller sun shades roll up and out of the way well when open. Look for light-filtering or room-darkening fabric. Dual curler sunglasses with sheer and blackout fabric provide the last control. Add side channels to help block light at the edges.

• Solar Shades

Solar sunglasses are ideal for blocking warmth and glare via sliding glass while still letting in light. Sheer fabrics supply them with a soft look. For the entire blackout, sun blackout sun shades are an excellent choice.

• Roman Shades

The comfortable draped look of Roman sun shades enhances many interiors. Choose from a whole lot of fabrics, styles, and colorations. Blackout lining enables darkening bedrooms. Top Window Covering for sliding door Tampa-like borders or trim provide a completed look.

• Customizing Your Sliding Door Covering

For excellent health and appearance, recall having custom-made window coverings in your sliding doors. Custom blinds near me in Tampa options include timber blinds in premium stains and paint hues, motorized sun shades, and curtain overlays. Consult a window treatment expert to assist in designing and measuring your ideal sliding door masking.

With the right window protection, you can make the most of your sliding glass doors while controlling light and privacy. Explore Custom blinds near Tampa, sun shades, and custom options to find the best answer for your Tampa region home or enterprise.

Sliding glass doors are popular in Tampa for a true cause – they let in sufficient mild and provide a beautiful view. But the right window coverings are important for controlling privacy, glare, and temperature. Tampa house owners have many options for window remedies for sliding doorways, including flexible blinds, stylish shades, and custom designs. With proper measurement and professional setup, you're sure to find the proper combination of favor, feature, and budget on your sliding door coverings. The end result will be stunning doors that paint with your décor and lifestyle.

[dev1lm4n]

familiar face

ko-fi | series masterlist

pairing: porn star!joel miller x f!reader

summary: you're wicked fantasies' number one fan, who would've guessed that he'd be a part of your host family.

word count: 3.9k

warnings: explicit (18+), pre-apocalypse, masturbation, internet porn, age gap (joel's in his mid 30's and reader is in her early 20's), reader is an exchange student but nationality is not mentioned

notes: this is set on 2013 like the game, but characters are potrayed like how they did in the series. send me a req or chat me!

To say you’re obsessed would be an understatement to the severity of your addiction. 

Enslaved to this certain habit of yours, your mind was wrapped around it like a wrapper to a gas station lollipop. Tacky and overzealous. A constant revolting urge that needed relieving, tension that made guts throb and lungs squeaking out for dear life when not pleased. This addiction of yours wasn’t as customary as slender rolls of cigarettes and weed brownies, it was a little odd and shameful to admit to. Still, it was a part of you. Even when you’d rather shuffle it into a dark corner than be confronted by it.

You couldn’t remember how it all started, but it seems to have taken on a life of its own. Would it be shameless if you openly admit that you always open up a schedule for it? It became a routine. Perhaps the unfinished papers, the impossibly low marks, and the frequent suffering was what drove you to it. It served as an easy release. No hassle. No awkward ha-ha-has and faking ah-ah-ahs. No mindless chattering over football or the current state of the government to earn what you truly want: a good fucking orgasm.

This addiction comes in the form of a man. 

A man who exists within the confines of your 13-inch laptop. More precisely, within a specific site that begins with the abbreviation for pornography and ends with hub.

Your eyes cruised over the edge of your lousy laptop, which still continues to emit a weird helicopter noise despite your latest visit to a technician, to find the time. To your pleasure, it marked precisely 11 PM, the exact time in which you promised yourself to put an end to your essay despite how unmethodical it looked. A silent smile made its way to your lips as your cursor quickly pressed the x button, before surely making its way to create a new tab.

“P”

Just the single letter quickly brought up your most frequent website. A simple website predominantly black with splashes of yellow accents, though what was exceptionally appealing was the instant stimuli given from the front page. Your eyes twinkled like a starved pervert. What greeted your eyes first was a lady facing your way. Preppy rounded glasses with a shade of mauve lipstick you’re quite fond of, dressed in what you could only assume to be a dollar tree medical gown. She looked like she’s in pure bliss, like the curved cock stuffing her cunt was enough to leave her boneless. “Creepy Doctor Convinces Young Asian Medical Intern to Fuck to Get Ahead” - what an odd title you remark internally.

You scrolled lower with two fingers on the track pad as if it’d get interesting - you knew it wouldn’t, but you couldn’t help feeling curious at what other people jerk off to. “Amateur FOURSOME have FUN. Rough, wet, & sloppy” was what caught your eyes next by the sheer visual it played out as a preview. Two girls were slobbering on two separate weeping cocks. Blinding porn lighting harsh against their faces as they forced their heads down it with overdone expressions. You knew it didn’t feel good. Not when he’s rubbing her labia like a DJ. Not when he’s pistoning in her like he’s a horse in heat with no tempo whatsoever. Were you being way too tough on porn production? Unreasonably so.

Just like you’re programmed in your line of codes, you typed out his channel next.

“Wicked Fantasies”

His channel popped up on top with 150K subscribers, 4.1K friends, and 50.7M video views. For a minute, your mind raced to imagine if you’d stood out to him compared to the rest of his 149.999 subscribers. If he'd like you. If you're pretty enough to join his selected pick of co-stars. It’s stupid, you’re painfully aware, to fantasize about getting personal with a porn actor. You shook the silly thought away immediately as you slowly glided your fingers across your touchpad to admire his works. He was just so.. breathtaking in every single video despite the lack of face in some. A diverse line of co-stars - pale, tanned, dark - did nothing but help put his devilish charms forth.

You let your fingers stroke the inside of your thigh, the part that’s lightly exposed. It’s shameful to admit that you’ve watched all his videos, but you did. Each and every one of them with no fail. Despite the familiarity, every footage presented on his page does nothing but rile you up, sending you to a frenzied madness. You let out a small longing sigh. Your gentle fingers slowly brush over the thin material of your panties, over your throbbing hole, feeling the moisture grow there.

“20 year old Babysitter takes a rough fucking for extra cash Watch her face when it goes in!” appealed to you more than anything. Partially because you’d wish you could babysit his children if it meant you’d be able to get that kind of method of transaction, you practically salivate at the thought alone. The preview played. Short clips compiled together to compel watchers and god damn was it working. Your breath grew shallow as if the oxygen surrounding you was as good as solid matter. Still, you worked your way down the page to evaluate all your options thoroughly.

“Please cum in my pussy. Sweet May earns a huge creampie after a deep sensual fucking” was what you settled with. His promise was what drew you in, to cum in her pussy and show his masterpiece. The way you clicked onto the title was feverish, even more when you had it on full screen. Your laptop was cushioned on a haphazard of pillows, allowing you to get into a more accommodating position. You laid on your side, before shuffling off your shorts from the waist band. A nervous puff of air barely escaped your lips as you clicked play.

The video ran.

Your throat bobbed nervously.

His videos were always edited in a way that shows his age. Cursive letters noting down his and his co-star’s name - with a font you knew only people over the age of thirty would use - entered your screen for a split second before it quickly cuts off to another scene. What you could only describe as a reassuring grunt seeped through your cable earphones and onto your nerve receptors, causing your hole to twitch impatiently.

You could see him clearly now.

Well, not all that clear, but you could see his half hard cock prodding the girl’s soft lips. Her dirty blonde hair framed her face prettily as she took him in with such expertise. He molded her mouth to the shape of his cock - slow but sure - right to the very hilt, before pulling her back out. A sloppy wet trail left behind to gleam under the dim lights. It’s incredibly sensual, none of the obviously fake porny moans in motion, and it left you wondering if he’d morph your chaste mouth to the size of his as well. Would he like that? 

Another scene cuts through the view. This time he was gently running his calloused fingers down her core, barely over the thick stripe of hair, then it went over her hip bone and back to her thighs. May, who you knew by heart from all the videos she had with him, didn’t say a word. Not even a small hitch in her breath. If you were there, you’d sure to be a whimpering mess just by him touching. Just by that throaty chuckle he lets out when he's amused.

You’re five minutes into the video when he finally relieved you of your suffering. He was on his knees, bending her pliant body down on her fours. His large hands gripped over the skin on May’s hip for support as he sheathed himself in one go. It went deep, you know that for sure from the way she let out a satisfied moan. Her face contorted when he pulled back and thrusted all the way in once more. You could feel it now; the way your pelvis spasmed at the sight even when you’re barely hovering your palm over your clothed center. She was the one getting fucked, but you could feel his phantom thrust pounding slowly. Over and over again.

He was cut off right by the shoulder, but he made an appearance when he slightly leaned down to gather her hair into a loose bundle and he was a dream. Dark hair with light speckles of grays you could barely make out from the quality of the video. His brown eyes pierced into the camera - as if he’s watching your needy expression, making fun of the way you couldn’t help but rub your fingers over your sensitive nub because God does it feel good. It sent shivers right down your spine,  

You were entirely sure he was trying to edge you, because the next scene had you bucking your knees forward to add that extra pressure. He had May down on her back with his camera hovering over her, capturing the way in which he forced his way in. His ruddy tip nudged her hole as if it was a gentle knock to a neighbor’s door. It wasn’t enough anymore, you had to pull your panties to the side. With your bare cunt exposed, you gently tapped your clit with the tip of your finger, feeling the sensitivity start to build at the directness.

Your unoccupied hand slowly slipped under your shirt, tracing over your oversensitive skin before it nestled around your nipple, squeezing and running your fingers right on the center of the hardened lump. May didn’t even resemble you, but you could fantasize yourself in her position. He abandoned the camera spotlighting his close-ups to bend her in a nicer position. With her legs up together facing the ceiling above them, in order to create a nice tightness for him to make use of. May bit her thumb in exchange. A chorus of soft, feather-light feminine moans followed his every move. You could hear him now, breathing terribly unstable as he found a way to insert himself deeper.

“Such a smart girl,” he whispered.

He had her in a mating press. His large forearm supported the rock of his hips and you obsessed over it, how it’d perhaps feel when he held her by the thighs. How it’d feel if it found its way around your neck to constrict it, to choke you as he bullied his cock in your leaking pussy. You let your pointer finger spread the slickness down your heat, making its rounds around your clit, before probing it right inside. Just one because that's all you managed to get confident in. The cushy feeling was way too familiar for you and you wished it was someone else’s finger - maybe a larger one like Wicked Fantasies’ - but you’re well grateful with yours.

“Yeah. You like it deep?”

He asked with that Texan twang of his. The teasing lilt of his voice does well to compliment the skillful way in which he stretched May’s hole. You could barely see him in frame, but you’d catch glimpses of his boyish grin each time. It drove you to pump your finger faster, In and out, in and out, steady to the way he moved his hips.

“You feel it in your tummy?”

He attempted once again, but the helpless girl could only moan out a barely there response. You were reacting frantically though. So turned on by the sight alone that you had to dig your canines onto the tender skin of your hand. You wanted him so badly, it’s making you spill all over. Slick ran down your thighs to your unmade bed, drool spread across your hand as you continued to muffle out your pathetic noises.

“Please cum in my pussy,” May could hardly whimper. The desperation in her voice made you grind your pelvis onto your palm in an equally desperate manner.

“You want me to cum in your pussy? Want me to fill you up?”

Yes, please, please fill me up, plagued your mind. You curled your fingers inside, a pathetic attempt to stroke that sweet spot inside. 

Over and over again as the man in the video groaned lowly. When he let out an almost animalistic growl to end his rodeo, you faltered quickly. Your leg twitched as your orgasm began to taper. Quickly like a full sweep on a bowling course, knocking down all that’s left of your dignity. You managed to keep your voice low, but you couldn’t say the same about the absurd amount of wetness soiling your bed sheets. The scene cut off to him showing off his pearlescent load deep inside of her and it almost made you cum a second time.

Wicked Fantasies had 149.999 other subscribers, but you’re sure you were the filthiest out of all of them.

Austin was nothing like you’d expect. The vibrant blue van you’ve rode in for an entire day or so slowly rolled to a stop in front of a classic suburban home. Empty roads and loud calls of cockerels audible even from within the confines of metal walls. The van’s engine hummed softly as it idled, tinted windows reflecting the honeyed rays of the morning sun. This was your stop. A house of character with an eye-catching letter eleven hammered sloppily down the porch, a lone pick-up truck parked right down the center, and a red mailbox that was stuffed to the very brim with spam.

As you stepped out, you were quickly enveloped by warm air, causing beads to form evidently on your forehead. The humid climate was a good reminder that you’ve stepped into another realm, a new page to your life which held Texas’ scorching sun and faint whiffs of leather. You looked rather.. constipated standing on the very end of the driveway. Like a knock-off salesman with a large tote slung over your left shoulder and a suitcase tight against your right. The look on your face didn’t help either, a concoction of sleep deprived and nervous.

You willed yourself to march towards the front porch.

That went well.

What came next was to knock and you swore you get entirely weak in the knees when the realization came sweeping in.

After a series of pacing back-and-forth and tugging at both ends of your lips to train a polite smile on, you knocked on the large front door. Once. Twice. Then, one last time. Wooden doors always sound incredibly heavy and imposing, you cringed at the mere sound.

A few hurried thuds echoed to where you’re standing and you’ve never felt more desperate to make a run for it before someone made it to the front door. What if they’re a sleazy nasty couple who’d want to traffic you into some weird foot-fetish chain? What if they’re a pair of delusional flat earth believers that unironically declined the existence of climate change? What if-

The door swung open in one grand motion. 

You had always been a pessimist - the world always seems to fuck you up in the most creative way possible - but what met your gaze was a young girl. Her hair was like coils of pure earth, softly reflecting the light of the sun; each curl trembled subtly in a humid breeze, a compliment to her doe eyes. She greeted you with a gentle smile. One that speaks language the two of you understood without fail. In return, you tilted your head in a friendly manner as you adorned a sheepish look.

“Hey. You’re the exchange student, right? Come inside!” She invited you in with an astonishing amount of energy considering it’s barely past six. “I’ve been waiting for you all morning, y’know.”

You nodded surely as you awkwardly shimmied your way around her lithe figure. It’s taking all of you to not do a full head-to-toe scan of what she looks like out of sheer curiosity, but you thrive in the short glances you could catch of her. Was she the daughter in this family? It’d be nice to have someone you could relate to, maybe.. maybe you could even paint your nails together and relish in fun girly activities.

“Sorry. Our van broke down on the highway,” you gave your lousy excuse.

“No need. My dad’s not even up yet,” she spoke with a small sigh. Her long fingers massaged circles on her knotted temple as if emphasizing her irritation. “Just put your bags down here. I’ll sort ‘em out for you this afternoon.”

With her confirmation in mind, you pushed your suitcase over to one side of the hallway, along with the tote which weighed more than you do. Without the accessories you’ve been holding onto from the very start of your trip, you felt naked and exposed. Unsure of how to position your arms and legs. It wasn’t a good look, but you stood entirely still like a Barbie display. Both of your eyes stared down at the younger girl as she swayed her hips to the light music, cooking up something skillfully with the flip of her hand.

“What’s your name?”

“Sarah. Sarah Miller. I know what yours is from my dad,” she looked over her shoulder cheekily.

“Sarah’s a nice name.”

“Is it? I think it sounds aggressively Texan. Like I’d go yeehaw, howdy young lady with cowboy boots and a good plaid shirt on,” she chuckled. “Oh and then I’d lasso you real good.”

Her remarks were as refreshing as a summer breeze even when they’re a tad bit snarky. You already knew that she’s going to get along incredibly well with you. Witnessing her shimmy her shoulders carelessly made you unaware of the heavy thump steadily making its way down the stairs.

“There’s the genius who landed me the name,” Sarah whistled out, pulling you out of your hazy daze.

You turned your head in a one-eighty motion, every last inch of self-control being betrayed at the motion of being finally able to see the man who’d house you. The head of the house who’d you continue to see for the rest of the year. There was a lot of expectation you bore on your shoulders, but what fell beneath your eyes exceeded everything. You weren’t even doing a good job in pretending you’re not entirely taken aback, wide-eyes bulged out of your sockets and you looked more like a cartoon sheep more than anything.

He was beautiful. 

“Hey, babygirl,” he greeted Sarah with that rugged voice of his. You could hear the weight of his step as he made his way over to his daughter. Every move that he made, even the part where he hastily tucked his shirt in his worn-out jeans, made your blood drain. At his arrival, he wrapped his large forearm around her shoulders before landing a sweet kiss on top of her head.

“Our guest has arrived, hm?”

“Yes. You were rude not to greet her in front of our door,” Sarah protested openly as she took hold of the plates she cooked up. She made a double trip from the kitchen to the dining table for the first time in forever since they’re finally upgrading to a three person party.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he offered her a gentle apology before taking a seat in front of the piping hot plates. His legs spread out enough to occupy two leg spaces, though he was left in a masculine position that was charming enough to have you forgive the action. Sarah placed a carton of orange juice on the table aggressively. Some of the containings spurted out and left a pooling mess right by his plate.

“No coffee for you today, dad,” she huffed. Sarah was impatient in starting her breakfast, cutleries already in hand as she dug into the charred sausages.

That was until she realized that you were still standing there on the edge of the room, as out-of-place as ever, looking down at the two as if you’re watching a live sitcom show.

“You’re invited to breakfast too, y’know,” she laughed good-naturedly.

“Oh yeah. Sorry,” you muttered out a brief apology at that before making your way over to the empty seat between the two Millers.

For once, you hoped Sarah wasn’t observant enough to notice the way in which you had your eyes stuck to Mr. Miller’s face with every step that you took. He had the kind of face that stopped people in their tracks. You guessed he must get used to that, the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a weak, embarrassed smile. It didn't help that he wasn’t so modest with it. You weren’t sure if you’re imagining things, but you swore his every movement held intention. What his intention was you couldn’t figure out just yet.

“So you’re in your third year of college?” He attempted small talk. You knew it was small talk, but the way he looked in your eyes with such grave intensity had you faltering.

“Yeah. I am.”

“Thought I’d bring a college gal in to bring good influence to this naughty daughter of mine,” he grinned. “She’s been slackin’ off as of lately.”

Sarah beamed him a petulant pout, in which he responded with a handsome smile. His dark brown hair bounced around seamlessly and for a second, just for a split second, he looked rather.. familiar. Was he an old neighbor of yours by chance?

“What d’ya major in?”

“Computer science. I know. Real nerdy, but I swear I’m not a nerd,” you explained before stuffing your mouth with a generous amount of scrambled eggs.

“I don’t know. You’re not all that believable,” Sarah teased. “Bet you read weird comic books for a hobby.”

You jutted out your lips playfully at her response, which earned a hearty set of snickers from your side. Mr. Miller was thoroughly amused by the banter you’ve played out in front of him and in response, blessed you with an array of gruff chuckles. One in which you swore you’ve heard before. The memory was right there on the back of your head, but you could barely reach out for it at the moment.

“Such a smart girl,” he spoke mindlessly.

It was the exact phrase that made your mind slot in the last piece of puzzle to what you’ve been searching for, a reason of why you think he was oddly familiar when you knew for a fact that he lived miles away from you. You weren’t hallucinating, nor were you delusional. 

You knew him.

Far better than you knew anyone else.

He was the man you’ve been watching every day of the week, whether in the depth of the evening or the early mornings. He was the exact man you’ve fantasized for years on end, stuffing your pussy with your fingers or even your toothbrush if you’re feeling adventurous to the thought of him ravaging you. You knew every part of his body, every beauty mark and calluses. You knew which things he liked the most, how he enjoyed being licked on his tip or how he enjoyed plunging into the very hilt. You knew the noises and praises he’d let out.

You knew him in the foulest manner possible.

“Are you okay?” Sarah’s voice brought you back into the real world. The world in which you’re sitting across your porn star crush, eating a good plate of breakfast as if everything is normal. 

“Yeah,” you breathed out the palpable tension.

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

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You're Not Cute

Pedro Pascal x Reader

Summary: i saw a fucking tiktok of pedro reciting shakespeare and i will never forgive him for not letting me lie on his lap while he strokes my hair and recites said shakespeare to me. i thought you were a feminist pedrito?! i trusted you pepe. fuck you (me).

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, actor/actress!reader, reader has hair im sorry if ur bald T_T and whipped for pedro and reading this, established but not public relationship (shhh it'll make sense), pedro go to jail party, crack fic, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: we all know pedro pascal watches his edits, but i wonder if he's ever... read fics of himself 💀💀💀💀 hi papi! if you're reading this first of all why second of all i love you the tiktok in question that has me at gunpoint tumblr. look at this gif. this is your man??? this is OUR man? fuck off. ALSO I HAVENT PROOFREAD THIS COS I GOT CHORES BYE Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @amis-love-bugs @top1bbgloak @sunfairyy @djarinsstuff @mooniesyubi @pedropascalgirly @mmmmandoz

"Wooooweeee!"

My eyes dart from my reflection on the mirror to the grinning man who popped up from behind me. I turn to him just as he begins wiggling his brows. I make a face him as he narrows his eyes and snaps his fingers while trotting over to me, "looking good, mi amor," he rolls his tongue to mimic a purr and gestures like a cat, "RRRRRRRRRRR."

I roll my eyes at him as I chuckle, turning back to my reflection, "hands off Pedro."

He gasps in offence, raising his hands, "I haven't even touched you yet!"

I lean in to more clearly see the dark blue line I was drawing by my eyes, "ok then," I shrug, "sorry for assuming."

Pedro tilts his head and waves his hands, "apology accepted--" he moves forward until he was close enough to snake his arms around me, "--in form of touching you."

I huff at his shenanigans but do not fight him off. In fact, I lean into his back hug and rest my head against him as we both look at our reflections in the mirror. I motion to my face amidst my scrutiny, "is the eyeliner too much?"

"Nope," he kisses my temple then retorts rather seriously, "it's yas slay."

I make a face.

His serious expression only lasts two seconds before he explodes into laughter. I release a huff as I bring my hand to my face while he thoroughly enjoys his own stupidity. I release one airy chuckle before giving myself a final once over, deciding I looked well put together enough. He inhales deeply to catch his breath then sighs against me, "you smell soooo good."

"It's called a shower," I moved to elbow him off, "you should try it sometime."

I grunt as I struggle against him. I hiss when I feel his mouth on me, "PEDRO!"

He pulls back, all after managing to leave a wet bite on my neck.

Pedro recoils and raises his hands in defeat. I punch him on the chest before wiping his mark.

He sighs, "it's kinda hard to shower by yourself, ya know. I need some help. Also!" he points, "you're dirty now, you got a little," he motions to his neck, "dribble on you-"

"PEDRO PLEASE," I pinch my fingers together, "my interview is in like, ten minutes," I point at him and scold, "contain yourself. Stay in your room."

I begin to storm off and he watches, moaning like a baby, "you mean our ro-"

I feel him follow after me. I snap, "STAY IN YOUR ROOM!" halting in my tracks. I push him back as I grab the door knob. He gives me a puppy dog frown. I give him one last point before closing the door behind me on my way out, "stay here."

Alas. I was in the living room, with a laptop set up in front of me as I did my online interview. I was glad that my Pedrito followed my orders and stayed in the bedroom for the entire duration. Not long now before it ends.

I smile to the interviewers as they begin to wrap up our short segment. I, along with he two hosts from a live news channel, laugh at the closing remarks. Suddenly, I find myself looking out to my side when I see an incoming Pedro just about to pass by.

He was stretching as he walked. He looked like he managed a brief power nap.

Oh fucking shit, he's going to the bathroom. And he's going to pass behind me to get there.

"Now, do you want to invite your fans to watch your film?" the male host asks.

"Uhhh," I trial off, as I turn to my side, rather un-inconspicuously. Pedro was soooooooo close now.

I panic as I turn between my camera and my impeding doom, "uhhh."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Aint no way he was about to pass behind me and expose us like this.

THINK! WHAT DO WE DO?!??!

If I say his name, they're going to know it's him, but if I don't they're going to ask who I'm talking to anyway, but if I ignore him, he's going to pass and reveal himself. FUCKKKKK-

And in the split second of panic, I burst out the secret fourth option, and quite possibly the worst one, "FUCK!"

Yeah. Everyone stops.

Cue, my string of panicked apologize, "shit, I'm- fuck, SORRY SORRY SORRY!"

I catch Pedro, just as he realized what he has just done, or what he was about to do, rather.

"Sorry," I cover my hands on my face, "Sorry I-"

The interviewers laugh at me as I recuperate.

I sigh, turning to my side, "it's- there's a ghost that lives in my house."

"Oh, wow, you live in a haunted house?" the female host chuckles, "how thrilling."

"Yeah," I turn back to my camera, "it's quite stressful."

The interviewers chuckle as I regain composure and wave at my camera, "anyway, the ghost in my house says go watch the film with your loved ones, with family, friends, and your house ghosts too. We all worked very hard on the film, and we hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed working on it."

"Right!" Pedro agrees off camera, making me tense in my seat. He adds rather weakly as we make quick eye contact, "right."

The male host laughs, "wow, your ghost is really excited about this film."

"The ghost is going to get evicted soon. I'm calling an exorcist." I force a smile.

Finally, we say our goodbyes and I immediately shut my computer before any other fiasco happens.

"Sorry!" Pedro says immediately once he drops to his knees next to me, "I had booger brain. I woke up from a nap."

I look down at his messy hair and remorseful face. He grabs onto my legs and continuously apologizes to me.

I roll my eyes at him and tilt his head up at me as I grab him by his dark hair, "apology with tears."

He pouts, "I'm really, really sorry, baby. My booger brain..."

I release my grip on him and he immediately sits down next to me and pulls me into him. He continuously apologizes and I lean into his touch, beginning to feel bad for how genuinely remorseful he was. Just a little. He's kinda cute when he's pathetic like this.

"Pedro it's fine," I say, turning to him, pecking his lips repeatedly, "nothing happened. The hosts played it off too, which was really nice of them."

I crawl onto his lap and embrace him. He sighs and embraces me back. I nuzzle my face into his neck and murmur, "weren't you going to the bathroom?"

"Hmm? No, I was going to make a sandwich."

I snort, "of course you were."

I pull my head back and we look at each other. Pedro rubs my back. An idea springs into mind. I smile deviously, "I have decided that your apology will be in a form of Shakespeare."

When I shift off him to lie on the sofa and prop my head on his thigh, he looks down at me with furrowed brows. He brings his hands to his chest, "is the genuineness of my remorse not sufficient enough for you?"

"No, Don John," I sigh, "hark to me. From the top. Much Ado About Nothing."

Pedro chuckles airily before gathering my hair and pulling it back so that he could comb through it with his fingers. He sighs, and I turn to him as he scrunches his face, "I don't fucking remember."

"Do the, 'I must be sad when I...' like, feel like it, or some shit."

Pedro throws his head back and laughs. He sucks in a sharp breath, "like," he says with his exaggerated LA accent, "I have to be sad when I feel like I need to be sad."

"Exactly! Do that part," I giggle.

He continues, "I also will totally not smile at your lame jokes," he purses his lips and makes a face.

"Wait, that's what that means?"

Pedro nods at me, "yeah that's what that means."

"I thought that meant, like, I'll cry when I want to and smile when I want to."

"Well," he caresses my cheek, "you're not too far off."

I wave my hands, "ok, ok, now do the rest, and do it properly this time."

He playfully growls at me, "well, it's kinda hard to do Shakespeare when this cute lil thing is distracting me."

"Do better then."

"I'd rather do you."

"Pedro."

"What? You started it!"

I roll my eyes make a zipper motion to my mouth.

Pedro clears his throat. He mumbles some lines to himself to jog his memory, "... sleep when I am drowsy and tend on no man’s business," he states in an exaggerated manner, "laugh when I am merry and claw no man in his humor."

I hold in a laugh as he raises his hands in dramatics.

"And then," Pedro calls, "Conrad says something but I can't remember what he says."

"Pedro!" I whine.

"What?! I can't recite something I forgot, now can I?" he replies, busying himself with brushing my hair again.

I cross my arms, "boomer."

"Yeah, but I'm your boomer," he says pinches my nose. I wrangle against his actions and sequentially sit up.

Before I could retaliate, a phone rings across the room. It takes a second for me to realize it was I that received a phone call. I go ahead and answer upon seeing it was from my manager.

"Hello?"

"What have you done?!"

I pull my head back at her tone, "uh... hello to you too. What do you-"

"Are you aware you have a mirror behind your sofa?" she says.

I make a face. What does that-

I freeze, expression dropping as I turn to Pedro and slowly then to the mirror behind my sofa. There's a mirror behind my sofa. I have a fucking mirror behind my sofa.

My manager hums at my silence, "so, you want to make a statement with the ghost in your house before people catch on, or-"

I sigh as my manager begins to run down the possible things we could do. Pedro looks at me in concern as I wipe my face in frustration.

"Yeah, okay, okay. Let me call back in a minute. Bye."

Once I hang up, Pedro shifts on his spot and raises his brows at me.

I purse my lips, "they could see you in the mirror, Pedro."

He knits his brows, "see me in the mirror?"

I raise my brows at him.

He tries to piece it together, "see me in the... OH."

"Yeah, oh. My manager already spoke to yours, and they want to know what we want to do before people start making memes about your ugly face in my fucking mirror."

Pedro gives a guilty look. He throws his arm on the backrest and drops his head on his shoulder, "I... could change my name on Instagram to 'Ghost'."

I roll my eyes, "not fucking helping, Pedro."

"NO! But I'm serious, I-"