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[artzyleen]

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[fredgeorgegredfeorge]

Green-Eyed Monster | F.W.

For the first time ever, Fred Weasley finds himself jealous over the only person in the world he needn’t worry a bit about.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x f!reader

Word count: 8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, oral + fingering (f!receiving, (lots of) dirty talk, name calling, praise/degradation, dom/sub dynamic, some nipple play, touch of a breeding kink, possessiveness/jealousy, some toxic themes, established relationship, swearing, drinking, arguing, angst, fluff, sorry if miss any!

first hp fic in a very long time! what better to post than this mess (jealous, possessive, sexy mess). basically pwp—let me know what you think! (Barely edited at all lmao my apologies)

You sat quietly at George’s desk, eyes focused on a piece of parchment as you both tried to break down the recipe George had scribbled down. There was a hiccup, a hitch in the plan of brewing a batch of Euphoria Elixir for the joke shop, and it was pushing back your plans to place them on the shelves this week. After a few hours of quiet deliberation on his lonesome, George decided to seek your help in hopes of speeding up the process.

So, the two of you put your heads together and re-read the ingredient list a million times, wondering how the hell it turned out murky green instead of sunshine-y yellow. The cauldron sat smoldering across the room, a rain cloud above it as the bubbly mixture spilled over the sides. Upon first glance, you had stated the absolute obvious.

“Isn’t that supposed to be a rainbow?” You raised an eyebrow, looking at your brother-in-law as he collapsed in his chair.

“Yes, you git.” George rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. You shot him a sharp look, warning him to be nice if he wanted your help. You knew George didn’t mean any of the insults—he was simply frustrated and maybe even a little embarrassed that he could not figure it out by himself. “Sorry, Y/N.” He conceded, realizing he came on a bit too strong.

“S’alright.” You assured him, stepping towards the desk where he sat. “Where’s the ingredient list? We’ll start there.” You offered, knowing you would help no matter how poor of a mood he was in. You loved George almost as much as you loved Fred, if you had to compare. Even if it was in a different way, you had a hard time refusing him when he used the same charm tactics as his twin brother.

After spending so many years in a relationship with Fred, it would be obscure for you not to have a bond with the closest person to him. Over the years, he’d surpassed a friend and had grown into your own brother. You were certain that no matter where life took you and Fred, George would always hold a special place in your heart. When the two opened their shop in Diagon Alley, you volunteered most of your free time to help them in any way you could, and whether it was tweaking new products or doing some of the dirty work, you never really minded.

That evening in specific, Fred was off on some ‘official business’, which really just meant meeting with a potential product buyer at The Leaky Cauldron. Last month, George took the burden of doing so, and they decided it was only fair for him to do it this time. Unfortunately for you, as much as you loved supporting them, it did interfere with your evening plans with him. So, sulking and trying your best to swallow it down, you distracted yourself with stocking shelves downstairs to prepare for another busy day ahead.

You were actually near grateful when George emerged from the office, calling out to you in desperation. It gave you a break from the monotonous back and forth, and someone to talk to. If it could not be Fred, you decided George was the next best.

“So, what’d’ya think it could be?” George asked, peeking over the cauldron that was still spitting back at him. He dodged out of the way, trying his best not to get any of the splashback on his new jumper.

“Well, from what you’ve told me, seems like you put all the right stuff in.” You deducted, pursing your lips slightly as you read over the list for what seemed like the millionth time. “Sad as it sounds, I doubt we can save it now, even if we figure out what happened.” You said, recalling your potions knowledge that Snape had relayed over the years.

“Right, but I’d like to know what’s wrong before I try again.” He explained, taking a moment to look over your sad expression. His eyebrows furrowed, his head cocking to the side as he tried to figure out where it was coming from. “What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Your eyes flickered upwards to meet his, your cheeks tinged red from the heat of the room. Your lips dipped into a frown as you shrugged your shoulders, brushing him off so you did not need to explain yourself. “I know you better than that. Come on, now.” He urged, placing his palms flat against the desk as he leaned towards you, a challenging look in his eye.

You narrowed your brows, keeping a stony expression as you met his gaze. “What’s it to you, Weasley?” You shot back, unsure of where your defensive nature was coming from. Perhaps you weren’t willing to discuss your relationship problems with your boyfriend’s twin brother, or maybe it was because you felt foolish for being upset at all.

“Reckon we’re past that, hmm? Your problems are our problems, and all.” He responded, also unsure of why you were being so reserved with your thoughts. Usually, you were an open book, especially with the two of them.

“My problems aren’t your problems, Georgie.” You shook your head, shutting down the ridiculous notion. “Let’s get back to the real problem, yeah?”

“No, I don’t think so.” George disagreed, his concern now over something completely different. “Is it about Fred?” At that, the tips of your ears began to burn and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “Ah, I see.” A devious smile crossed his lips.

“It’s not a big deal.” You covered your tracks, tapping the ink-less quill against the worn parchment.

“I have a hard time believing you, considering you just lied to me.”

“Lied is a strong word,” you rolled your eyes, quickly realizing that there would be no escaping the conversation. “I didn’t lie about anything.”

“What’s he done?”

“Nothing!” You exclaimed, a dry laugh leaving your lips. “It’s just… I’m just being dramatic.” And it’s true, you were being dramatic. Well, maybe not fully, but that’s what you were trying to convince yourself of. “I just miss him, I suppose. I know you both have been busy, but I think maybe I underestimated how busy you would actually be.” You continued, knowing it was wrong to confide in his twin brother about your relationship issues. Still, it felt good to get it off your chest, to voice the concern and have someone shoot you down, just so you knew you were being irrational. “This is the third night in a row we’ve canceled our plans. I’ll get over it. It’s no big deal.”

“That’s a big deal.” He hummed, sympathizing with you to make you feel better. “Bloody inconsiderate, if you ask me.” But you weren’t asking him, and somehow his justification of your feelings only made you feel worse. “What? Not allowed to speak my mind?”

“No—“ you let out a defeated sigh, slumping down in your seat. “I know that, but I was hoping you would tell me I’ve gone mad, instead.”

“Blimey, Y/N, you’re allowed to be upset. We're busy, yeah, but you’re still his girlfriend.” George said, jumping slightly when the rain cloud above the cauldron let out a crack of thunder. “If you’d rather, we can forget the elixir and grab dinner instead. I’m not Fred, but I’m pretty damn close.” He gave you a cheeky smile, earning an honest laugh from you.

“S’alright, Georgie. Thank you, though.” You appreciated his kindness, but you were sure it would only make your predicament even worse, considering Fred’s recently acquired short-fuse when it came to you and George spending so much time together. It was odd for him to be so protective, so jealous of the one person in the world he needn’t worry about, but it seemed as though the new trait was permanent. Perhaps it came from the fact he was also missing you due to your busy schedules, and how it sometimes seemed you and George were most often left at the shop alone.

“You know, I have noticed that lately.” George continued, leaning against the desk as he reminisced over the last few weeks. “Always seems to be us stuck here together.”

“Mhm.” You mumbled, slowly realizing that you weren’t as insane as you previously thought if he was noticing all of the same things. “Let’s just figure this out so I can get home.”

So you did. A grueling hour spent recounting George’s every step in brewing the elixir left the two of you puzzled and even more frustrated. By that point in the night, you were hunched over the long list of his steps you had jotted down so you could (hopefully) discover what he missed.

“I dunno, Georgie.” You sighed. “Seems like you did everything—“ you cut yourself off, leaning closer to the page on the desk as you caught something you hadn’t seen before.

“What?” He asked, his head snapping towards you. “What is it?”

“You said when you let it simmer, it was turquoise.” You said, looking up at him.

“Yeah, so?” He replied, confused why it was such a big deal.

“It’s meant to be blue.” You explained, a grin on your face as you relayed the information to him.

“Turquoise… blue… same thing, innit?” He asked, standing and walking over to you.

“Maybe to you.” You giggled, pointing to the piece of paper where he missed the step. “After you add the shrivelfig, you have to stir it until it changes color.” He walked up behind you, placing one hand on your arm as he leaned over your opposite shoulder. He smelled of butterbeer, likely due to the one he’d been nursing the entire time you sat together. You immediately noticed the warmth of his body, how similar it felt to how Fred touched you, but how drastically different it was all the same.

“Blimey, you’re right!” He exclaimed, his voice still soft so he was not yelling in your ear. “What would I do without you?” He gave your arm a gentle squeeze, leaning closer and pressing the side of his face to yours in a makeshift hug. His hand dropped to your back, lingering there as the conversation continued.

“It’s nothing, really.” You smiled, closing your eyes to enjoy the warmth for a moment. “So now you know. You can do it again, but make sure to stir it until it’s blue. By tomorrow, we’ll have it bottled and on the shelves just like we planned.”

“Our number one girl, saving the day yet again.” He sighed in relief. “I better get to it—“

Before his thought could finish, the door to the office swung open, cutting him short. Your eyes turned upwards, landing on a slightly drunken version of the boyfriend who’d abandoned your evening plans. The gloss of his eyes and the goofy smile on his lips led you to believe so, and the redness on the apples of his cheeks only solidified it. Only his cheeky grin didn’t last too long when he processed the scene in front of him, how close the two of you were, how heavy George’s hand seemed on your back and how rosy your own cheeks were.

Quickly, his jaw tightened, his gaze narrowing as he tried to decipher the whole situation. His nostrils flared ever so slightly, and his arms raised to cross over his chest. Immediately, you knew what you’d be in for; a long, tiresome argument that changed absolutely nothing. Instead of fighting the silent accusations, defending yourself for no real reason at all, you watched him with the same intensity while you awaited a snide comment.

“So what’s all this, then?” Fred asked, his face clearly conveying all of his emotions.

“Helping Georgie make the elixir while you were off getting sloshed at The Leaky Cauldron.” You muttered, noticing George straighten himself up in hopes of avoiding any further damage.

“I was not getting sloshed, I was doing business.” He corrected, defensive over the fact. “S’pose you were hoping I’d take a little longer, yeah? Give you some more time to cozy up with my brother?”

“Blimey, Fred. If you took any longer, I’d imagine you’d have to move in with the lad.” George took your side on the matter. “At least she wouldn’t have to worry about you missing dinner again.” At that, Fred’s eyes cut to you, immediately understanding where the underlying tension was coming from.

“Is that right?” Fred’s voice was no louder than a whisper, all of the pieces clicking together in an instant. “I don’t suppose the two of you had dinner? Let him fill in for me while I was gone?”

“No, we did not.” You snipped, standing as you gathered the ingredients for George’s second attempt at the brew.

“Yeah, right. What else did he fill in for, sweetheart? Anything you think I should know?” At that, your eyes widened and your face turned red. Your entire body felt like it was engulfed in flames, appalled that he would even think such a thing.

“Piss off, Fred.” You muttered, stepping out from behind the desk as tears stung your eyes. George shot you a sympathetic look as you pushed past his brother and out into the stairwell. You trodded down to the main level, swiping fallen tears away from your cheeks as you rushed out the front entrance of the building.

The cool air of the night was nice, especially after spending so long cramped up in the tiny office space, but it was not as freeing as you might have hoped once you heard footsteps following behind you. Without acknowledging him, you pulled your keys from your pocket, hoping that maybe he forgot his own set and you wouldn’t have to deal with his drunken arguments tonight if you got inside before him.

Of course, you knew that was childish and cruel, because despite being upset with him, loving him was the only thing you knew how to do. You unlocked the front door, holding it open with your boot-clad foot as he stumbled his way behind you. As soon as he passed through the doorway, you continued on your journey to ignore him and tossed your keys on the counter.

“Hey,” Fred reached out, his warm hand landing on your arm, stopping you from running any further from him.

“What?” You snapped, immediately regretting the harshness of your tone. He recoiled at the sound, shocked that you spoke to him in such a way. Usually the two of you saw eye to eye on everything, and in your long standing relationship arguing had never been your thing. Until you left school, you were certain the two of you had never been angry at each other, ever.

“What the bloody hell was that about? I leave for a few hours, and the two of you get on like that? Does that happen every time I step out?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes again, wondering why this became such a problem in the few short months you’d been graduated.

“Merlin, Fred. You’re acting like you caught us in a broom closet.” You tried again to make your way to the bedroom, unwilling to argue a point he knew was blasphemous anyhow. “We were working, not fucking.”

“Yeah, but I bet you would’ve let him, right?” He grabbed your hand, spinning you back around to face him. He pulled you into him, his athletic build never leaving him even after he stopped playing quidditch. “Bitching and moaning cause I couldn’t be home to take you to dinner… if you were so upset, why didn’t you come to me, princess? Tell me what was wrong?” You could smell fire whiskey on his breath, feeling his chest heaving with anger against your own. As angry as you were, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of arousal run through you. The slight sneer on his face, the fire in his eyes, and the protective hold he had on you was sending your head spinning with thoughts much less pertinent to the topic at hand.

“Maybe I would have if you spared me the time of day.” You argued, finding yourself short of breath as you realized just how much he towered over you. “But, as it seems, you’ve been too damn busy to spare me a second glance.”

“Christ, when did you get so needy?” His rebuttal came easy, like he’d been waiting to have this fight for weeks. “Weren’t satisfied at home, so you thought my brother could do it for you?”

“Are you daft?” You hissed, feeling his fingers tighten on your hips. You hated that the feeling made you forget about your troubles, urging you to push the argument to the side and settle it in a better, more pleasurable way. “If that’s what I wanted, you think I’d be up here arguing with you?”

“That depends, sweetheart. Were you planning on getting caught?” He raised an eyebrow, the thud of his heart against his chest letting you know just how worked up he was. There was no way he truly believed you would do that to him, especially after all you had been through together. You wondered if maybe the lack of time spent with each other was getting to him, souring his thoughts because he missed you just as much as you missed him. “We may be identical, Princess, but he could never give you what I can.”

You hated to admit it, but for some strange reason, jealousy looked really good on him.

“What, a headache and a poor mood?” You decided to play his game if he wasn’t willing to listen to reason. If he wanted to fight, you could do it too. “I’m sure he could manage. In fact, he could probably do a hell of a lot more.” That seemed to strike a nerve in him, pushing him over the edge in an instant and changing the entire mood hanging heavy in the room. He no longer wanted to talk, but rather prove a point.

He took a step backwards, never easing his hold as he pushed you towards the kitchen table. He didn’t stop until your ass hit the edge, a mischievous look in his eye replacing the earlier annoyance. He had you locked in place, no intent to back down as he stared down at you over the bridge of his nose. Then, a small smirk turned the corner of his lips, leading you to believe he was also thinking of a much more simple way to solve your problems.

“Maybe you just need a reminder of who you belong to, yeah?” He asked, his voice quieter than it was before. You felt your mouth run dry, your eyes never leaving his as a dull ache between your legs began to pester you.

That would make you feel better, but he had pissed you off enough that you wanted to refuse him the satisfaction.

“Maybe we should get Georgie up here. According to you, he’d be the one to set me straight.” There was a slight venom in your tone letting him know you wouldn’t be letting anything go so easily. A low chuckle shook his shoulders, his eyes gleaming with a sinister look you weren’t sure you’d ever seen from him before that night. He shook his head ever so slightly, playing into you as he reached one arm behind you.

Your heart raced as you awaited a response, wondering if maybe you pushed him too far and crossed a boundary you could not double back on. You didn’t have to wonder long, because without a second thought, he cleared all of the items littering the table with one swift move of his arm. Papers scattered everywhere, floating through the air and landing all over the floor. Broken products and half finished merchandise for the shop tumbled off the edge, falling less than gracefully onto the tile below. Without ever breaking eye contact, he raised an eyebrow, daring you to say it again.

“You think he can fuck you better than I can?” He asked, giving you the opportunity to change your mind.

“Right now? Yeah.” You spat, wondering if he’d ever drop the act and get on with his day. “Seems like all you want to do is get on my nerves.”

“Yeah?” He challenged, his face so close to yours you could feel his breath on your skin. The tip of his nose grazed your own, his normally warm and comforting irises engulfed by his lust-blown pupils. Or perhaps it was anger that gave him the new look—you weren’t quite sure. “You’d rather go home with him at night? Wake up next to him every morning? Is that really what you want, princess?” He taunted, knowing very well that your heart was his, even if he found himself caught up in a few moments of doubt.

Still neglecting to give him any gratification, you nodded your head despite the sickening feeling that washed over you at the thought. As if he called your bluff before you ever said it aloud, he laughed at the certainty in your action, which only seemed to anger you further.

“If that’s the case, seems like I’ve got my work cut out for me tonight.” He responded, brushing the comment off as if it were nothing. If there was one thing Fred couldn’t ever turn down, it was a challenge, and since coming upstairs with you, it was only further proven to him that’s all this was. “Maybe I’ve gotten too comfortable, sweetheart. After so long, you think you’d know that you’re mine, huh?” Before he continued his tyrant, he used his hands on your hips to lift you onto the table with ease. The ache between your legs had grown stronger, more intense and impossible to ignore. You could feel the wetness soaking through your panties, and the thought of his strong arms lifting you so carelessly only made you spiral further. “Maybe I expect too much of you.” He theorized, recognizing the gleam in your eyes because he’d seen it a thousand times before.

He let his hands trail under the hem of your jumper, settling on the button of your jeans as he undid it with ease. You never let your eyes trail from his face, realizing that no matter how upset you were, it could never take away from how much you loved him. He was beautiful, his fiery red hair and the freckles splattered across his cheeks and nose creating a perfect picture. The softness of his complexion and the gentleness hidden deep in his expression assured you that whatever the two of you were doing was nothing more than an act. He knew you were his just as well as you did, but he knew the only way to settle the (admittedly, misguided) fear was to hear you say it aloud.

You helped him pull the fabric from your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lifted your hips from the table. He discarded the clothing on the floor, paying no mind to it as he returned his hands to your bare legs. His eyes searched your face, carefully looking for any sign of discomfort. Instead, he was met with a pleading expression that only seemed to fuel his too large ego even further.

“No matter,” he disregarded his earlier rant, his eyes growing heavy as his hand fell between your legs. His fingertips grazed the thin fabric separating him from your core, a shiver running down his spine as he noticed the arousal that had soaked straight through. “I don’t mind having to show you. Least I’ll get to have my fun too, yeah?” He applied slight pressure to your aching clit, watching to see your reaction. Your eyebrows knitted together, your lips parting slightly as your hips moved forward into his hand, your body betraying your mind and begging him for something more.

At that, a grin encased his face, happy to see that he hadn’t lost his touch, even if your lives were vastly different and ever-changing by the day. He knew exactly how to make you feel good, and he took pride in it.

“See, Princess? She’ll always tell me the truth.” He taunted, his voice quiet as his eyes trailed down to his hand. You swallowed hard, knowing he had you in a stalemate. “Tell me again, who do you think knows how to make you feel good? Who does it best?” He was on a power trip, unwilling to slow down until he heard you admit it. Still, you stood your ground, pressing your lips tightly together so not a single sound could pass through. His grin faded, slowly sinking into a scowl as your disobedience remained clear.

He removed his finger from you, tracing the hem of your panties as he hooked his finger through the side of the fabric resting on your hip. He awaited an answer, giving you the opportunity to change your mind. When you kept your stoicism, he gave one, hard tug on the lacy fabric until it snapped in two. He used his other hand to do it to the opposite side, giving himself easy access to you without hearing a complaint on your end.

“So you don’t care who’s between your legs?” He continued, unrelenting as you stared him down. “Doesn’t matter who, as long as there’s a cock in you? As long as someone’s taking care of your pretty pussy?” Your cheeks flushed, your chest burning as the filthy words washed over you. “Doesn’t matter, sweetheart. When I’m done with you, I’ll be the only person you can think of. Surely then you won’t be able to forget who you belong to.”

His hand connected with your bare cunt, his fingers trailing through your arousal and settling over your clit as he began to trace slow circles into the sensitive area. Your legs trembled at the contact, finally feeling some relief from the nagging sensation that had been taking over.

“Fuck. Fred.” You whispered, giving yourself away immediately. He let out a low hum, pleased with the sound and knowing he was the reason for it. He had you where he wanted you, and now he just had to keep up the pace. You could feel his hardening length against your leg, distracting you completely from the pent up anger and frustration.

“That’s it.” He encouraged, his middle finger sinking inside of you as he let his thumb take over on your clit. “That’s my girl.” He made sure to accentuate the claim, never once letting you forget it. “All you needed was a little help remembering.” Slowly, he pumped his finger into you, keeping time with his thumb as he began to work you towards a climax. “You want to say it for me? Tell me what I already know?” Instead of responding, you let out a whine, your hips bucking forward into his hand. Although it wasn’t what he was looking for, it was just enough for him to keep going.

He curled his fingers as he pumped them into you, begging for a reaction as your hand wrapped around his bicep for support. You felt the tense of his muscles as he worked at you, only pushing you closer to insanity. You were his, undoubtedly and wholeheartedly, and you would be crazy to ever want anyone else.

“Stubborn little thing tonight.” He remarked, his eyes focused on the point in which his hand met with you, never breaking his stare as he watched his fingers disappear into you. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Need more, Freddie.” You replied, your eyes squeezed shut as you felt the pleasure pulsing under your skin. It had been a long time since you felt him this way, and your impatience was quite clear.

“My little whore needs more?” He teased, applying a little more pressure with his thumb. A gasp fell from your lips, sending your upper half leaning forward until your forehead rested against his. “Asking a lot from someone you aren’t being very good for.” He chastised you for your behavior despite being the one that caused the problem in the first place.

“M’sorry, my love. S-so sorry.” You rushed out, his fingers brushing against the sweet spot inside you only he knew how to find.

“That’s not what I want to hear sweetheart, and you know it.” His tone was firm, unrelenting as he continued his torment. You let out a groan of frustration, wishing he’d quicken the pace and give you what you wanted, even though you refused to give in to him.

He leaned forward, closing the gap between your mouths as he grew tired of waiting for the words he wanted to hear. He tasted like the whiskey that had been fuelling his poor mood, sweet and bitter all at once as his tongue grazed your bottom lip. You hated how easy it was for him to turn you into a mess, hated how easy it was for him to make you forget you were angry at all. You pulled him closer to you, holding his arm tightly so he would not pull away. You were stubborn, but despite that, you were showing him everything he wanted to see through your actions alone.

You broke from the kiss as a particularly intense wave of euphoria pulled your stomach. Your forehead continued to rest on his, holding you upright as he continued to give you just enough to keep you satisfied.

“Say it, princess.” His voice was low, raspy and laced with desire as he watched you turn into a mess below him. “Tell me you’re all mine. Tell me I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.” Instead, you connected your mouths again, letting a desperate moan out at the same time. He drank in the sound, his cock throbbing as his hips jutted forward into nothing. He was almost more desperate than you were, which only allowed for you to take him less seriously.

“G-gonna have to try harder than that.” You found a peculiar pleasure in leaving him on edge, giving him a taste of his own medicine as he continued to torture both of you at once. “Show me why I should say it, Freddie. Seems like you’re all t-talk.” You stuttered, tripping over your words as you tried to keep your composure.

He withdrew his hand from you, making you cry out in frustration from the loss of pleasure. Your eyes met his, desperation written all over your face as you protested his actions. Silently, he sunk to his knees between your legs, pulling you to the edge of the table by your hips. He didn’t spare a single glance at your face before his tongue connected with your core, the warm wetness of his tongue even more pleasurable than the rough pad of his thumb.

You laid back on the table, your hands sinking downwards and tangling in the soft locks of hair. Although you were denying him of the statement he wanted to hear, you could not deny that your last argument was wholly untrue. Fred was determined to prove a point, and he was doing it well.

You weren’t far off from an orgasm, his tongue making quick work at pushing you to the edge. The sounds falling from your lips were telling of your current state, and as delirium began to set in, your defenses began to break down.

He suctioned his lips around your clit, adding his fingers to the mix and returning to his earlier pace to torture you further. Every nerve in your body was ablaze with desire, need seeping from every pore as you realized just how badly you needed the release. Sick of the game, you finally broke in fear he would leave you hanging yet again.

“Oh, god.” You gasped, your legs resting over his shoulders in attempt to stop the constant trembling of the lips. “I’m yours, Fred, fuck!” You exclaimed, a sheen layer of sweat forming over your forehead as the knot in your belly began to tighten. “Only you can make me feel this good. Nobody else.” You whined, your fingers tightening on the locks of hair as you began to tug at the strands. You could feel him smiling against you, happy to finally hear you admit the truth.

Pleased with your confessions, he curled his fingers against your g-spot one last time, generously giving you the very thing you’d been pleading for. In a mess, your entire body tensed as the pleasure took hold. The orgasm washed over you, leaving your heart racing against your chest and your head swirling with filthy thoughts for the boy between your legs. A hum of approval let you know he was more than happy with your performance, and he kept his pace until he felt you relax against the table below you.

Once he knew he’d gotten the most out of you, he rose to his feet, towering over you as you laid below him. In the dim moonlight, you could see your orgasm glistening on his chin, only furthering his cockiness as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip so he did not waste a drop of it.

“Always taste so sweet, princess.” He whispered, using one hand to free himself from his pants and his boxers. “And it’s all for me.” He continued, slipping his shirt from his head. He used it to wipe his face clean before tossing it on the floor to join the growing pile of clothes. With shaky hands, you lifted your upper half from the table and pulled your own jumper over your head. “Isn’t that right?” He stepped toward, settling between your legs as his hands ghosted over your bare thighs.

You let out a whimper, his grip landing on your already sore hips as his eyes raked over your entire frame. Your gaze flickered to his cock, hard and aching for relief as he continued to tease you. His fingers tickled your stomach as he trailed his touch upwards, his palm landing flat against your breast as he gave it a gentle squeeze. He let the pad of his thumb brush over your hardened nipple, sending another wave of pleasure through you.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” He wasn’t playing anymore; he wanted to hear the words, and he was done with your obstinacy. He pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger,

“Yes,” you huffed, already forgetting the pleasure from your first climax as a whole new wave of need began to take over. “I’m yours, Fred. All yours.” You reiterated your earlier statement, now willing to do whatever he wanted of you to prove the point.

“Tell me how bad you want it.” He shot you a twisted little smile, almost as if he was getting off just from the thought of you begging for him.

“I need it, baby. Need to feel you, please.” You whined, reaching for his arms and pulling him closer. “Want you so bad, Fred. Been waiting all night for it.” You felt the tip of his cock connect with your cunt, his expression faltering as soon as he felt the wetness.

“God, you make it so hard to be upset with you.” He hissed the words through his teeth, using his hand to guide himself through your folds as he sucked in a sharp breath. He settled himself just over your already sensitive clit, pushing his hips forward ever so slightly to apply pressure to the spot. “Sound so pretty when you’re begging to be fucked.”

Slowly, he let his tip run back through your arousal, settling the head just at your entrance. He pushed himself forward, but just barely. You whimpered as you braced yourself for the feeling, only to be let down when he stopped himself from going any further.

“Fred,” you warned, catching his eye so he could see your desperate face. You hoped that if he did, he would stop being such a tease. “Please fuck me.”

“What was that?” He smirked, turning his head slightly so his ear was closer to you. “Didn’t quite catch it.”

“Fred, stop—“ you cut yourself off, letting out a huff of annoyance. You knew chastising him for his actions would only make him less likely to give in, even if it was incredibly hard to hold it back. “I need you to fuck me.” You repeated, clearer and louder in hopes of swaying his decision. “Can’t wait any longer, baby. Please.”

At that, he pushed forward the rest of the way, sending your entire body raising with goosebumps. The stretch as he filled you was exactly what you craved, and as he reached the hilt, his tip brushed against your g-spot so delicately that it almost made you come undone right then and there. Your eyelids grew heavy with satisfaction, focusing on how full you felt with him inside of you, knowing that he for certain would always be the one for you.

“That good enough for you, Princess? This is what you wanted?” He asked, letting himself rest inside you for a moment. He felt your walls flutter around him, pulling him even further and making it harder for him to resist you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, giving him a tired nod of agreement. You could feel him throbbing inside of, desperate for a release just like you had been moments before, but he was still trying to prove his point.

“Nobody else gets to have you like this, sweetheart. You’re mine.” He whispered, now sober from the alcohol but intoxicated by an even stronger, deadlier force; you. “He couldn’t fuck you like this, and you know it.” As he spoke, he withdrew his hips and slammed them forward into you again. The action stole the breath from your lungs, twisting your stomach with pleasure as your nails scratched over his skin.

He began at a pace, slower than normal but the force behind his movements making your head spin. You moaned quietly, lost within the feeling of being so close to him. He never failed to take your breath away, never failed to amaze you with his every move. You were so in love with him it sometimes felt like there was no room within your heart for anyone or anything else.

“Tell me, Y/N.” He ordered, his stare never wavering as he fucked into you. As much as he wanted to succumb to the sensation of you wrapped around him, he found it hard to push the thoughts of your earlier arguments out of his head. “You think he’d fuck you like this? You think he could make you feel this good?”

“No, Freddie.” You gasped, feeling the strength of his thrusts increase, sending the legs of the table wobbling. His fingers tightened on your hips, likely leaving behind angry red marks that would fade into reminders of him for days to come.

“That’s it, Princess.” He panted, his chest heaving as he tried to resist the pull of pleasure. “Don’t you think, not even for a second, that anyone can give you half of what I can.” You both knew this to be fact; nobody in the entire world could ever compare to him. “And why do you think that is?”

“‘C-cause I’m yours,” you managed to stutter out the response, watching him as the statement washed over. He brought his hand to your thigh, your legs wrapped tightly around you as he pulled you back on him with every thrust. His head fell back on his shoulders, the dim light of the room casting a beautiful hue over his already breathtaking features.

“That’s right,” he grunted, slamming his hips forward again. There was a thin layer of sweat sheen on his chest, the toned muscles of his abdomen flexing every time he moved. The exposed columns of his neck made your mouth water, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed back his own groans of pleasure. “Was that why you were mouthing off? You just needed someone to take care of you? Just needed me to fuck you?”

“God, yes.” You moaned, feeling the pressure in your belly begin to reach a peak.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart? All over my cock?” He smiled, looking down at you so he could appreciate the view. “Come on now, making a fucking mess of it.”

“Fuck,” you whimpered, his words hitting you hard and causing the tightening knot in your belly to tense even further.

“That’s my pretty girl. Just like that.” He continued to encourage you, studying your expression as pleasure began to twist it.

It didn’t take much more for you to descend into another orgasm, your entire body quivering as you cried out for him, singing his name like a hymn and he was the god in which you prayed to. Your throat was raw, raspy from the constant string of moans passing your lips. You were tired, almost too fucked out to continue on, but he was having none of it. He didn’t slow his pace as you came down from the high, instead speeding up and ensuring that he pulled your entire body down on him as he fucked into you.

“Freddie, please.” You breathed, feeling the threat of overstimulation begin to creep in. He would have had sympathy had he known you couldn’t take it, but he was confident in your ability to keep up with him.

“What’s wrong, Princess? Wanted it so bad and now you can’t handle it?” He asked, his eyes glazed over with lust as he felt himself approaching his own orgasm. You frowned at his words, now on a quest to prove your own point as you tried to ignore the stinging beginning to set in.

“I can t-take it.” You huffed, a shiver running down your spine as he reached upwards and palmed your breast. He gave the supple flesh a gentle squeeze, his eyes closing in bliss as he let himself slip out of the persona he had created.

“Being so good for me—just a bit longer now.” He whispered, his voice far away as his eyes settled over your face once more. “Bloody hell, Y/N.” he groaned, his forehead creasing as his eyebrows furrowed together. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He slipped his hand between your legs, his thumb landing atop your clit. He traced slow circles, knowing you were a bit further behind him and unwilling to climax without giving you at least one more. He could see how tired you were, but it did not deter him from his commitment to pleasing you.

“I love you, Fred.” You whispered, softened entirely by the sweet look in his eyes. All of his previous anger fled, leaving him just as the boy you’d fallen so hopelessly for.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He hummed, his hips stuttering and his stature faltering. “Give me one more, yeah? I know you can do it.” And he was right, your entire body was ablaze with another orgasm much more powerful than the last two.

“Together?” You gasped, reaching up and settling your palm on his cheek.

“Yeah? You want to cum with me?” He encouraged your train of thought. “Want me to fill that pretty cunt? Really show you who you belong to?”

“Fuck yes, please.” You cried, your fingertips tangling in the locks of hair hanging over his ears. Your walls clenched around him, drawing him in and effortlessly finishing what you had started.

You felt his hips stall, a low growl leaving his lips as he pulled you down on him one last time. He managed to whisper your name as he spilled his release into you, the feeling of him filling you completely sending you spiraling on your own accord. You let out a defeated sigh, the tail end of it turning into a whine as your body went rigid. Your nails scratched at the skin of his arm, your hand on him the only thing keeping you tied to earth instead of floating up and through the clouds.

The both of you rode the high together, euphoria infiltrating every nerve in both of your bodies as he leaned down towards you. Ever so gently, he laid his head on your chest, which was still heaving as you tried to catch up from the lack of oxygen. He placed a plethora of small kisses against the warm skin, his eyes fluttering closed as he appreciated the comfort that came with your company.

Silence hung heavy between you for a few moments, neither of you sure where to go from there. You were still strung out on bliss, barely remembering what got the two of you in the position until he spoke again.

“M’sorry, sweetheart.” His voice barely broke through the room, so timid and shy that you almost missed it completely. “I know you’d never do that. Just got in my head, I s’pose.”

“I… I get it.” You sighed, twisting a lock of his hair. “If I walked in on that, after us being so.. you know. I’d likely feel it too.” You confessed. “I was upset that we had to cancel dinner. I am upset, but not at you.” You tried your best to explain yourself despite exhaustion eating away at your mind. “I’m just upset because I miss you. You’re so busy now, and I’m happy for you, really, but I miss you too.”

“You think I was bloody happy about it?” Fred chuckled, the tip of his fingers tracing shapes into your skin. “I’d much rather be here, with you.” At that, you relaxed completely, understanding that you had gotten too far into your own head. “It’s my favorite place to be. Always has been.”

“Mine too, Fred.” You hummed, smiling softly at the thought.

“I reckon I was a bit jealous, ‘specially at the thought of you and George spending so much time with each other. Would rather it be me, you know, sitting at the shop and laughing with you all night… taking you out for dinner… loving you.” Another gentle kiss was placed to your chest, just before he looked up to meet your eyes. The soft, warm, familiar sight made you feel at ease. He was back to being your Fred, the one you missed all along.

“Darling, you have nothing to be jealous about.” You promised, smiling as he placed a quick peck on your lips. “Though, if it means we get to have brilliant sex like that, by all means do what you have to do.” You explained. “Bloody brilliant, at that.” Without any further words, the two of you descended into a fit of laughter and the clouds that previously hung above your head seemingly cleared in an instant, easily proving to him there was really never a need to worry at all.

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Time the Series - Episode 1

Another time traveling show. This time by expectations are basically on the floor.

So before I say anything here's the official synopsis: Foam, a famous actor, saw Chris, the lover, killed in front of him by the police. But fate gives Foam a chance to go back and correct the past for what he did wrong, causing Chris's death. When a mysterious man gives a clock that can travel back in time to Foam, will Foam be able to fix the past and save a lover's life? Only time will prove it! MDL You can watch it on YT, Gaga. Uncut on WeTV.

I watch the cut version, if anyone watches the full version please let me know what I missed. Not that I'm all that invested but still. This is basically a "I watched it so you don't have to" type of review so obviously, all spoilers from here on. Skip to the end for my short review.

We begin with a police chase that ends with Chris being caught but then there's a sniper and he gets shot. Very exciting already.

Cut to Foam waking up in bed and promptly pouring himself red wine while he cries and reflects on his lost love. Warning for singing and guitar playing in flashback.

The next day he's passed out and won't answer his phone and everyone is very upset, cause he's an actor and there's a lot of people waiting for him to shoot a commercial. There's already a war of managers happening btw. The one in pink is Foam's manager, the other one wants to be his manager. I'll be calling her the bad manager from here on for reasons which will become obvious.

So eventually he arrives and they shoot a commercial for some skin product that is amazing for the skin if we believe the people that show up to help Foam with his lines, cause the boy is struggling.

And apparently it's his birthday and he makes the weirdest call to his mum to ask her to wish happy birthday and the subs have the mom saying "Hello, dear" but there's actually no sound from the other side of the conversation. Amazing.

After this the drama really begins. And I mean there's so much happening and none of it is good.

So really quickly: - Birthday party where Foam is the DJ and there is some really bad dance acting happening. - The bad manager drugs Foam and assaults him and is interrupted by the good manager. - The two managers insult each other in front of passed out Foam and a physical fight ensues. Slap, screaming, slap, insult, slap, begging, more slapping. This is all very dramatic btw, almost lakorn level dramatic. Glass on the floor, bad manager picks it up and stabs the good manager. - Bad manager's bodyguards take her and Foam wakes up with the bloody glass shard on his hand.

Panic sets in, everyone comes and for some reason some dude is filming this whole thing. And we get our second police chase of the episode. This time Foam is the one doing the running.

Foam hides in a dark ally where he meets a stranger with a shining pink necklace that invites him to his place and of course he goes, because why not?

Then he recognizes the necklace/watch because he gave his boyfriend one that looks exactly like it. And then this:

Guy in alley - gives Foam pink shiny watch - dead boyfriend appears.

They immediately jump each other, as you do when all of a sudden your dead boyfriend is in front of you again, and Foam wakes up thinking it was all a dream. But was it? I have no idea.

Foam wakes up, hits himself, hurts himself and wonders why he's in his old apartment. He goes outside and it's five years before Chris died. The end.

So... to recap. I don't even know what to say. This is from MFlow, the same company that brought us the mess that was Beyond The Star so my expectations were really low.

With that said, I can't in good conscience tell any of you to watch this. It's not good. From the previews it seems Foam is going to meet Chris all over again except he won't remember him. Fun times all over again. I'll be honest. I probably won't be watching this, but come next tuesday if I have nothing better to do I might check it out. Depends how much I remember the experience and how curious I get about how they will deal with the time traveling. I obviously have not learned my lesson.

If anyone watches it please let me know what you think.

Thanks for reading.💜

[lonelyroommp3]

honestly could you just straight up review every song on brat

deal

360 - functions perfectly as an album opener (and i appreciate the work it puts in to set up the far superior 365 at the end) but doesn't do much for me as a standalone song. i'm not sure if this is actually a problem with the song itself or if i just dislike the post-ironic nyc it girl culture featured in the music video so much that i now have beef with the song as a consequence

club classics - i have not heard this song while off my face in a grotty warehouse club in an east london industrial estate and as a result i don't feel i can truly give it the impartial ranking it deserves just yet. this is not a song that reaches its full potential in any other setting

sympathy is a knife - i don't find myself returning to this song often but i do objectively think it bangs hugely. i just have surprisingly little to say about it honestly

i might say something stupid - huge song, and yet so small at the same time. it is very rare that i call a sub-2 minute song perfect because i'm 5minutesongfucker420 but it comes in, says what it needs to, and rips your heart out in the process. i go back and forth comparing brat and melodrama quite often (SORRY CHARLI, I KNOW YOU HAVE A SONG ABOUT THIS COMING UP) because they're both Party Girl Concept Albums and to me this is brat's "liability" in terms of early album moment of complete braking-hard-and-hitting-the-wall vulnerability.

talk talk - SOOOO fun. absolutely love the production on this one, right up my alley, i am also a huge sucker for a big fun song about having a crush. i would also like to shout out this song for ruining any international sporting event where france and spain face off because all i can ever think is TALK TO ME IN FRENCH TALK TO ME IN SPANISH TALK TO ME IN YOUR OWN MADE UP LANGUAGE

von dutch - absolutely gigantic and a perfect opening single to set the tone of the era. those massive revving synths encapsulate the sound of what i thought clubbing would be like when i was about 13 years old. also a perfect confidence boost song - i have strutted at olympic racewalker speed down the street with this blasting in my airpods more times than i would care to admit

BONUS: the various von dutch remixes - i don't always subscribe to the "if it ain't broke don't fix it" rule of remixes (for example, to go on a complete tangent, i adore both deadmau5's original raise your weapon and the madeon extended remix because they do entirely different things equally well) but nothing in the von dutch remixes make me think yeah, this is worthy of existing alongside the original and adds something cool and interesting and different to the track that i wasn't already getting from the og. the one exception i'd make is, of course, addison rae's extremely cunty scream in the a.g. cook remix but i'm not going to keep returning to an entire remix for just one fun moment that's already been oversaturated on tiktok

everything is romantic - i will confess, for all i claim to be an open minded enjoyer of music and a fan of Insane Tracks For The Club, initially the jagged production was a bit jarring to me and i thought yeah, i probably won't be coming back to this song. and now i'm obsessed with it. however it does make the children (me) yearn for the mediterranean and as a result i will be invoicing charli for the damage to my bank account when the day inevitably comes that i listen to this song too many times after half a bottle of wine and immediately book myself an italian weekend getaway

rewind - first time i heard this i was like oh okay we're getting into the slightly more fillery second third of the album, it's a fine song but not quite on the level of all that has come before it. and now it is one of my absolute favourites. i also LOVE how direct and specific the lyrics are on this track, which is something i normally beef with when it comes to a lot of contemporary pop music but the difference is 1) charli is good at it 2) her delivery is so direct that it sort of dares you to sit still and listen without criticising it. incredibly strong song

so i - a genuinely beautiful song that i rarely listen to because it makes me feel like i am intruding on something. i think the fact that it exists out in the world on this album is a wonderful thing and the most perfect tribute to sophie & full circle moment when it comes to charli's insecurities around working with her - "when i make songs i remember things you'd suggest... would you like this one? maybe just a little bit?" - but at the same time i'm always like. i kind of feel like i shouldn't be listening to this

girl, so confusing - the original is a lovely little paradox. i enjoyed it enough on my first listen and the lorde version quite simply would not exist, let alone be as impactful as it is, without it, but now that the lorde version exists i don't want to listen to any other version. the remix is almost certainly going to be my top brat track of the year

apple - initially a skip, then i had a moment of realisation that it is in fact the best marina and the diamonds song written in years (that froot looks familiar, i suppose), and then it rapidly became overplayed as the result of, to be fair, the very good and fun tiktok dance that i still do on instinct every time i hear the song. i think instead of riding the wave of its virality by releasing it to radio as a single etc charli should lock this one in a vault for about three months so nobody can listen to it and then when it comes back we'll all be like oh yeah wait this is a really good little song

b2b - love it, was my immediate fave out of the club classics/b2b double single release, but once again i feel like i've not yet heard it at its full potential (inside a cramped and small and extremely sweaty basement club when i'm 8 shots deep planning a terribly ill advised pulling mission)

mean girls - the thing is i think it's a fun enough song as a storytelling concept if you view it as Just A Little Fun Song, also i love the production, a little bit of house-y piano is always going to hit for me. the issue is i've already told you what i think about the post-ironic it girl subculture this song is about and i think if you actively listen to this song and go wowwwww she gets me then you need to have your internet access forcibly removed for at least six months until you calm down and develop a personality outside of the red scare podcast and pretentious "overrated vs underrated" columns hosted by wannabe substack celebrities. also the thing is this song is going to be dated within the year, which is a shame bc it does, musically, go

i think about it all the time - this song should NOT hit as hard as it does considering i staunchly plan on never having children. i cannot relate to the sentiment behind it at all but charli paints such a beautiful and vivid picture with her lyrics (all perfectly intertwined with that understated, quietly pulsating production) that you can't help but have an emotional connection to it. beautiful and vulnerable and a really perfect moment of quiet towards the end of the album

365 - first of all, a perfectly placed song when it comes to encapsulating those dizzy night out mood swings of "wait. should i settle down and have children.... nvm let's go back inside and do coke". second of all, as a musical theatre girlie to my core i love ANY song that reprises an earlier theme and this not only repurposes the 360 stems excellently but actively improves on the earlier track. thirdly, i think charli's "okay, OKAYYYY" at the beginning of the song is a flawless and fun way of rounding out the album - it really feels like she's bringing you back into it, going OKAY let's do this one last time, are you FUCKING READY, etc. fourthly, it's just FUN. definitely a standout track to me

hello goodbye - LOVEEEE, i do greatly enjoy and appreciate charli's more experimental music but i can't lie. sometimes she releases a fairly straightforward poppy banger and it just hits the spot. like this

guess - YOU WANNA GUESS THE COLOUR OF MY UNDERWEAR YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT I'VE GOT GOING ON DOWN THERE IS IT PRETTY IN PINK OR ALL SEE THROUGH IS IT SHOWING OFF MY BRAND NEW LOWER BACK TATTOO. btw the billie eilish verse on the remix slays, i know this is a charli review but i love that billie has devoted her first two explicitly gay singles to being just outrageously horny with it, you go girl, i think the discourse around the song is so unbelievably daft and we need to settle down and have fun

spring breakers - i know this is a fan fave that people were begging to put on the album but i just simply do not care about it. sorry

[dangermousie]

Would you consider giving Are You The One/ Hidden Charm a chance? It has The Double vibes and not at all sweet ones, although there are funny and touching moments. The angst and male lead shooting/stabbing are delicious. The female lead has amnesia during the first part of the drama but she's not a dummy. And the male lead is digging his own grave with his lies and manipulations while falling deeply in love with her. I really do think it could be right up your alley.

Hi!!!

Thank you for the rec!

I actually did check it out - I watched the first six eps back when it started airing. Alas, it was not the one for me and its charm remained hidden (sorry, I honestly couldn't resist!)

6 eps is probably a good representative chunk; it's not impossible that a drama that didn't work for me for the first 15% will end up working afterwards, but it's pretty unlikely.

I agree that on paper, the premise sounds very much my thing but for whatever reason, the execution just didn't click. It felt really fluffy and bland and I had no emotional investment or interest in the characters or their relationship. Some of it is the actors - ZWY was wonderful in Lost You Forever, but he came across as muted here (and confession time - I was so annoyed by LYF2 and his character encapsulated why - that even though it wasn't his fault I probably should have a little break before I should watch him in another drama because I just get annoyed all over again) and Wang Churan is an actress who has never evoked anything but irritation in me for whatever reason except for small role in Joy of Life 2.

But honestly, it's just the vibe. As I am sure you can tell, I am an emotional vampire who lives for intensity in my dramas (it doesn't have to be high angst melo; a slice of life drama like Will Love in Spring will do just as well provided I am emotionally drawn in.) And this drama just did not grab me emotionally at all. They were competent, nice-ish people who I felt no dislike of but also no involvement with. My feeling was - they get a happy ending? Nice. A terrible ending? Also nice.

There is literally only one other circumstance under which a drama where the narrative and the leads don't grab me can become an obsession - and that's if cinematography is gorgeous enough. The Double for example was a beautiful fever dream visually so even when I lost a lot of interest in the narrative in the second half, I loved watching it. I will watch any Guo Jingming production, however nonsensical and full of actors I don't care for, because I find the visuals that jawdropping. But while Hidden Charm is not a badly filmed or ugly drama, it's workmanlike - the cinematography and visuals in general do not stand out to me.

This is a very long screed so apologies. tl;dr summary: I tried it and it's not in the least a bad drama but it's not to my taste because it feels fluffy and not emotionally involving to my tastes.

But if you are watching it, hope you are enjoying it!!! Everyone has different tastes so my rant above is a purely personal explanation as to why it didn't work for me, not a comment on the drama quality.

As to my cdrama slate - I am pretty stoked for Love in Nirvana which supposedly drops in September after Hidden Charm ends so hopefully I will have better luck in the fall :) And Chang Le Qu on the 26th though it's mango so good luck to me with subs!

[vbsvartalf]

Audio Drama Sunday, 12/4/22

Yesterday was a long, big, busy Sunday, filled with some amazing audio dramas that I must share with all of you.

Dead Air, by Realm Media (created by Gwenda Bond) - If you like the true crime genre of podcasts, then a fictional version might just be up your alley. It's suspenseful, emotional, and filled with dark, dry humor. I've been devouring it recently, stopping just short of binging the entire thing in a single setting. I'm not a true crime fan, but I'm still hooked. If you liked Arden, I think you'll like this show.

Greater Boston, by Alexander Danner and Jeff Van Dreason - Humor, surrealism, quiet drama are all at the heart of Greater Boston. I know it's been around for a while and has a huge fandom but I'm excited that I get to experience this show for the first time six years after it started. Once I finish, I have a feeling I'll start the series over again without missing a beat.

A Ninth World Journal, by David S. Dear - The ultimate actual play turned audio drama, A Ninth World Journal episodes might be short but they are packed to the gills with content and keep you guessing as to what is going to happen next. David S. Dear is a fantastic narrator I've heard on several other shows at this point and it's wonderful to see him shine as the star.

Exoplanetary, by C. Christopher Heart - Managing to weave half a dozen sci-fi stories together in a nonlinear fashion without getting things too confusing is no easy task, but Exoplanetary as not only done just that, but thrived at it and keeps me coming back for new stories and new angles. It's filled with heart and emotion that stay with you long after the episodes is finished. From robotic love to colonialism to time travel, this show has it all.

Among the Stars and Bones, by Ungodly Hour Productions - Technically this will be my third listen but each time I get something more out of it, I feel more for the characters and understand their motivations. Telling a story from 8 or 9 limited viewpoints is a great way to employ the unreliable narrator, or as it happens, 8 or 9 unreliable narrators. I've seen recently that they are casting for season 2 and I cannot contain my excitement!

Old Gods of Appalachia, by DeepNerd Media - Folk horror, when done right, is better than any subgenre of any genre of literature, bar none. I will live and die on this hill. Old Gods does folk horror the right way. There's mood and atmosphere, a sense of place and a sense of dread. The show will have you jumping at shadows and creepy noises down by the creek at the witching hour.

The Town Whispers, by Cole Weavers - While similar to Old Gods of Appalachia, The Town Whispers takes cosmic horror and turns it up to 11 alongside all the folk horror that creeps around the edges of the Fort. The story telling is sharp and a sense of doom and dread purvey every word Mr. Weavers speaks. It's beautiful and chilling and leaves me needing more.

Malevolent, by Harlan Guthrie - It's a simple premise, guy wakes up unable to see with a creepy voice in his head that is not his own. Oh also there's a dead body, also there are monsters running around, oh also lots of creepy books, oh also it's set in the heart of Lovecraft Country. What could go wrong? I'm late to the party on the fandom for this show but as I work through the episodes I see why the fandom has exploded Hannibal style all over Tumblr.

Hi Nay, by Motzi Dapul - What if the Magnus Archives were less focused on Eurocentric monsters and fears and entities? What if there was a less organized group of people going after them? What if all of it was recorded lo-fi and given a health dose of Filipino folklore? Well, you'd have Hi Nay and you'd sweep the internets with a new, obsession worthy podcast that teaches as much as it entertains. Also they are working on getting 1000 subs on Youtube so get on that people!

The Kingmaker Histories, by Meg Molloy Tuten - Made by the same geniuses that brought us Less is Morgue, this audio drama gives us a glimpse at a steampunk world filled with magic. I enjoyed the first episode immensely. The acting, the script, the sound design are all top notch. Have to say I love this Ariadne character, she seems nice.

Moonbase Theta, Out, by D.J. Sylvis - Dystopian futures, corrupt governments, sinister warnings about the moon. Sounds like a typical day in 2022, right? Moonbase Theta, Out was and is ahead of its time in terms of storytelling, narratives, and characters. It's really a who's who in the world of audio drama with "famous" voices popping in and out to voice characters that will make you do the Leo pointing meme at least twice and episode.

WOE.BEGONE, by Dylan Griggs - Part surrealist sci-fi, part existential horror, WOE.BEGONE is a show that makes me want to run away screaming whilst at the same time binging more and more episodes. How deep does this creepy, deadly game go? What is the point of it all? Will Mike just be able to relax and have a nice time? I need to know!!!

And 195, by Guendalina Cilli - I just found out about this audio drama yesterday and I'm already a fan. I'm a runner with a bad sense of direction myself so the basis of the show is very, very familiar to me (aside from getting lost in other dimensions, that's not familiar but you never know in these days).

We Fix Space Junk, by Battle Bird Productions - Dystopian space dramas are a trope for a reason, but We Fix Space Junk manages to avoid the pitfalls and enjoy all the benefits of said trope. It's fresh, fun, and exciting. I've decided it was time for a re-listen to see what things I missed out on in the beginning that are integral parts of the show by the end. I'm already having a blast!

Care & Feeding of Werewolves, by Brenna Anderson-Dowd - What if True Blood were a sitcom, but far better than the sum of those two parts? What if it were funny and informative, silly and meaningful? You'd have Care & Feeding of Werewolves and you'd enjoy every single episode of this weird little show, and I do mean that endearingly. If it weren't weird, it wouldn't be nearly as fun.

[corazondebeskar-reads]

well it's love, make it hurt - bonus chapter: prologue/meet-cute

well it's love, make it hurt series

bonus prologue: this won't mean a thing come tomorrow

series masterlist

dom!Din Djarin x sub!f!reader

Words: 3.4k

Summary: How you met the Mandalorian: a prologue to the "well it's love, make it hurt" series.

Warnings: bounty hunting, canon-typical violence, use of needles, drugging bounties, dom!Din if you squint, vaginal sex, flirting

also on ao3

2 ABY - Winter

The Mandalorian is a wonder to behold. No, really, you're in awe. Sure, you’ve heard tales, as most have, but to see one in action was another thing.

Of course, all his effort is for nothing, but you certainly aren’t going to be the one to tell him that. (Okay, you probably are, just not in so many words).

You hadn’t planned it. You didn’t even know anyone else had the puck. It was just fortuitous timing that he arrived moments before you at the underground club where Tania Dallo was holding court with her cronies.

You had a plan for getting her alone, but the Mandalorian is saving you the trouble. You're about to enter the staff door when he shows up, slinging blasters and explosives, causing a beautiful ruckus.

It meant more than half of the muscle went topside to fight while you slipped into the den with no issue.

Dallo’s hold is about what you expected from a spice lord who had taken out too much product on loan. The credits she owed were here in decadent furniture, top-shelf alcohol, and other shiny prizes.

“Not now, idiot girl,” she snaps at you when you come in the door, dressed in the sultry outfit of the club’s servers and carrying a tray of drinks. Her blaster is raised and pointed at the main entrance, but she turns it to you.

“Ma’am,” you say in your shyest voice. “Come with me. I can get you out the back before the Mandalorian makes it down here.”

Dallo knows she's cornered in the den, and though guards are posted at the main door, the only other exit is the servant’s halls. The room is designed for entertaining VIPs and has its own entrance for the staff so they can quietly attend to the guests.

“Fine, hurry up,” she snaps.

If you were a worse hunter, you’d have smirked. Years had taught you how to school your face and swallow down the ego, though.

Even with her blaster at your back, you feel confident trailing the winding halls and leading her to the hidden door nearest your speeder. As soon as she climbs out of the grate behind you, you gasp and pull back against the side of the building. She copies you, eyes wide and darting, blaster aimed into the street.

She's unconscious before she can even register the prick of the needle in her neck. You catch her body as she falls and drag her down the alley to shove her into the passenger seat of the landspeeder.

As you leave, something hits the side of the tail, and you don’t need to look to know the Mandalorian has caught up with you. He's resorted to shooting at your speeder, but given that Dallo is only wanted alive, there isn't much else he can risk.

Walking straight into the shipyard is a dangerous move, but you thought it wiser not to make him feel hunted. Instead, you stick to the lighted path, hands out and empty where he can see them.

It doesn’t stop him from stalking you, though. You had hoped maybe it would be a more open confrontation, but that hope fizzles when he slams you hard against the side of a ship, pinning you there with the force of his upper body.

“You stole my bounty,” he snarls.

“Well,” you pause and shake your head. You had hit it fairly hard against the vessel and were a little woozy. “Technically, no. But I did come here to give you a cut, which you’d know if you had given me a chance to speak—”

“You seem to be speaking fine right now.”

You roll your eyes, though you suspect it’s less effective with your cheek smushed against the durasteel. He does have you quite trapped. He’s objectively stronger than you, even without the armor.

Not that it matters. You’re still probably capable of escaping if you need to. Not that you want to, not yet.

Because you don’t feel there’s truly a danger, you’re lax enough to appreciate his bulk and the gruff voice that crackles from the helmet. It’s too bad; he might have been a fun time.

“So, are you going to let me go? I’m guild; I haven’t broken any rules—you can’t take any retribution.”

The resulting vitriol is hilarious with how he releases his hold on you and steps back. You consider laughing but think maybe it’d be pushing his self-control.

Instead, you back up a few paces and reach into a pouch on your waist.

“I have a proposition,” you say and flick him the credits.

He catches them easily and looks up slowly from his glove to your face. It’s funny, you think, he’s got no face, but you know exactly what that look meant.

“This is less than a fourth of my payout.”

“And you did less than a fourth of the work, so.” You shrug, an exaggerated gesture with both hands turned to the stars.

The modulator turns his frustration into something akin to a growl.

You hold one hand up in faux supplication. “Ah, ah, hear me out first. I’ll give you more than that, plus a cut of my next bounty.”

“You want me to do all the work on that one, too?”

“Nope. Just need a ride.”

When you had dropped Dallo off, the client had requested you for another bounty. A big troublemaker had snuck off on one of the casino ships and was halfway to the next port on Kijimi. You had worked for this particular client many times over and were afraid to lose the long-term security.

So you accepted—without a ship or the vaguest idea of how you’d get to Kijimi before the cruiser docked.

“You’re joking. You think I’m going to help you?”

“I just need a quick ride to Kijimi and back. No other effort on your part. I’ll give you fifty percent of the 12,000 credits.”

He turns it over in his head. “What makes you think I won’t just take the bounty and leave you on Kijimi?”

“I thought Mandalorians are known for their honor. Unless you stole that bucket from someone else?”

His gloves creak as he involuntarily balls a fist with his empty hand.

“Or not, okay,” you say and turn on your heel to leave, praying to the stars that he stops you because you do NOT have a plan B.

“Fine. I’ll do it. For seventy percent.”

“Absolutely not. Sixty.”

“Fine. If you’re not back here in an hour, I’m leaving.”

“Deal.” You smirk once you’re out of his sight and in your speeder. He could have his sixty percent of the 12,000, and you’d keep the other 4,000 your own little secret.

You get back to the shipyard in 39 minutes and knock on the ramp, but he takes his sweet time and makes you wait until the full hour is up before he lets you in. You kind of hate him, you think, but you’re also even more sure he might be a good time, if only because he seems like he’d be rough with it.

Too bad you’re working. You don’t fuck around on the job.

The ship is… well, it’s old as shit, but it’s a thing of beauty. Beat to hell, but clearly loved and cared for. The interior is sparse but neat. Necessities only; a place for everything and everything in its place. It makes sense, you suppose, for a culture of soldiers.

It’s also clean, which is a huge relief. A lot of the other hunters are less than hygienic. Not that you’ve ever gotten on a stranger’s ship before, but this kind of money might mean you could eat plenty, stock up on weaponry, and replace your ragged boots. A literal fortune.

Life-changing kind of money, at least for a while.

You climb up a ladder to the cockpit, where he’s already in the pilot’s seat, punching in calculations for the nav.

“Let me guess,” you say, slinging your pack down and settling in the copilot chair. “You don’t have an astromech because you’re afraid of the droid uprising or something like that.”

“Yep,” he says, thick sarcasm oozing through the modulator. “Something like that.”

You buckle in and wait until he’s done with the math that will be the difference between life and death before filling him in on the bare details.

“Think we’ll get there in time?” you ask when you’re done.

“Yep,” he says again.

Once it’s safe, you unfasten the safety restraints and settle into the chair with your feet tucked under you. You pull out your datapad and a thermos of caf.

“No,” he says. “No drinks by the controls.”

You’ve got to be kriffing kidding, you think. This is what you get for appreciating the cleanliness. There hadn’t appeared to be any seating down in the hull, so you screw the lid back on the thermos and store it away.

It’s not a long trip, but it is painfully silent. Luckily, after a very awkward twenty minutes where he sat still in his seat, he stood abruptly and climbed down the ladder. You spent the rest of the six-hour flight growing progressively hungrier and restless.

Down in the hull, he putters around, cleaning his weapons and listening to ensure you aren’t touching anything. He doesn’t do this. Doesn’t give rides to strange hunters or let other people on his ship.

But it was a good deal. Too good, really. He was prepared for you to try to cheat him out of the money, but if you were good on your word, it would be a nice extra lump sum to send home. He might even keep a little and fix the rattling pipe in the fresher.

And unfortunately, his fury at your little stunt with Dallo had left him frustrated in more than one way. It didn’t help that you were so competent. The way you handled the whole op, the way you stared him down and negotiated without fear.

But his dick didn’t rule his life, so he pushed it aside and focused on completing this mission as quickly as possible.

You insist he goes with you. “Again, you don’t need to do anything. I just don’t trust you not to leave me here.”

“I’m not going anywhere until I get paid,” he reassures, which, fair.

You’re in a shimmering dress with moderate coverage to blend in with the other casino-goers. He is, you tell him, your bodyguard.

“Why would you need a bodyguard?”

“They won’t ask. All they know is that it means I have money.”

The ship is docking when you arrive. The port is another strip of casinos, each more opulent and exotic than the rest, vying for the endless pockets of the passengers.

You wait. Longer than you’d like, but the bounty doesn’t exit the ship.

“Dank farrik,” you hiss. “Okay, we’re going on board. Just go along with whatever I say.”

“You can’t possibly think you’re going to walk right on.”

“Just go along with whatever I say, okay?”

He sighs but follows as you lead him up the gangway, stopping at the check-in station, where a tired concierge holds out his white-gloved hand.

“Keycards, please.” He barely spares either of you a glance.

You turn to look at Mando, eyebrow raised.

“What?” he says.

“The keycards,” you say.

“I don’t—”

“Daddy said,” your voice is somehow low and dangerous while reaching a fever pitch, “that he gave you the keycards.”

“He—”

“Are you calling my daddy a liar?” You cross your arms. “Because if I have to call him and tell him you got me stranded, you’re going to be so fired. He’ll leave you to rot in this skughole.”

“Look,” the Mandalorian says suddenly to the concierge, who has been obviously enjoying the drama. “Help me out here.”

“I really can’t—”

“What’ll it take to make it worth your while?” he says, shifting his hand to his blaster.

You swat at his arm. “Stop that.” The concierge looks relieved, and you turn a pout at him and lean in to whisper something, setting a soft hand on his shoulder to get close to his ear.

The young man faints a moment later.

You shriek, but Mando doesn’t miss the way you brush your other hand against the bracelet, retracting the spring-loaded syringe. He grows hot under the helmet.

You’re yelling for help, and it causes a fair commotion, during which you grab the Mandalorian’s hand and slip into the ship.

“That was—” he starts to compliment you, but you shush him and duck around a corner. You use the concierge’s keycard to open a crew door and scan into a computer system. He’s a little stunned. He caught on to your trick with the needle, but he did not see you snag the card.

It’s not like he’s never met a competent hunter before. But a lot of them are competent in killing or seducing—not that he doesn’t use those techniques also—but the sleight of hand is something he’s never really mastered. Probably because he never tried very hard. Didn’t need to.

Maybe he’d been too blasé, because he was having fun.

You locate the bounty’s room number and let yourself in. The man is lounging in a robe on the plush bed with what looks to be the last third of a bottle of spotchka.

He jumps up when you enter. Mando closes the door and leans casually in front of the control panel.

You have a blaster in your hand, low and casual but pointed at the bounty. “Don’t yell, honey. You’ll just make him mad.” You jerk your head toward the Mandalorian.

The bounty sputters, backing up toward the porthole and the escape pod hatch near it.

“C’mon, we both know I’ll shoot before you make it in.”

“Aren’t I worth more alive?”

“Worth more with your corpse than empty-handed,” you say. “Plus, honey, I ain’t guild. How this goes down doesn’t matter to me at all.”

The quarry pales, but he stops moving toward the pod. “Look, if you’re not guild… I can pay. More than whatever they offered.”

“If that’s true, then why d’you have a bounty?”

“I don’t know, I swear! Look, just let me make a withdrawal in the city. I can get you the credits, and we can both walk away from this for the better.”

You holster your blaster. “Fine, but we do this my way.”

Your way turns out to be holding hands with the bounty, batting your lashes and flashing shy smiles while you hiss detailed threats disguised as sweet nothings. Mando follows behind. Outside the ship is clear, medics have taken away the concierge. He’ll have to remember to find out if you killed him or not.

He doesn’t have to ask. You see him glance at the place the body had been, and you shake your head, mouthing, “he’ll be fine.”

The bounty doesn’t realize anything is amiss until you pass by one of the credit transfer machines and continue toward the docking bay. By that time, you’ve got a blaster pressed against his side.

The idiot still tries to run. You swear and nearly get a shot on him, except you’re only aiming for his feet. Mando snaps out the whipcord and catches him by the ankle, dragging him over. You fit him with binders and shake your head.

You go to grab him by the binders, but the Mandalorian must be done with the games as he heaves the bounty up and tosses him over one shoulder.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says, and you follow him back to the ship.

“So,” you say, resting your chin on your hand to look at him. The bounty is in the handy carbonite chamber, which is a definite plus in your book toward getting a ship (even if the slabs were a little unsettling). “Six-hour ride home… got anything fun to do on your ship, Mandalorian?” The pink tip of your tongue darts out to wet your lips.

He’s open in his appraisal of your body, clocking the way your thighs are pressed together and your pupils are wide and hungry. “Not for spoiled brats,” he says.

You laugh. “You didn’t like that act?”

“No, but I like how it turned out.”

You decide you’re not reading him wrong, so you get up and stretch, giving him both a chance to stop you and a peek at how your nipples are hard under the thin fabric of the dress.

When he spreads his legs wider and leans back, you grin.

“Got other clothes in your bag?” he asks once you’ve climbed onto his lap, hiking the dress up enough to fit yourself over him.

“Yeah,” you say, brow furrowing.

“Good.” And then he tears it at the seam until it flutters down out of his way, gloved hands already helping themselves to your breasts.

You moan, head falling back as he gropes at you, rubbing the rough tips of his gloves over your nipples.

“Helmet stays on,” he says as you grind down on him.

“Copy that,” you say, bringing your hands to his biceps for leverage.

He lets you grind against his clothed cock, feeling it throb against the flightsuit while he toys with your tits until he grows bored, wanting your cunt around him.

“Lean back,” he says, one hand around your hips to keep you steady. He pushes one finger, still gloved, between your lips and strokes it over your clit. You jerk forward and cry out. He likes the sound, so he does it again and again until you fall apart.

“C’mon,” you whine, “fuck me.”

“We have five and a half more hours. Be patient.”

He slips the finger between your folds, pressing up up up until he’s in you to the last knuckle. You’re pushing down against him, trying desperately to get yourself off, so he adds two more at once. You’re so tight around his fingers, clamping down while you cry out, swearing.

“Good girl. See what happens when you wait?”

He does not miss the way you cum again right after he speaks.

When he finally reaches down to pull his cock out, you sigh in relief. You thought you might have died if he waited much longer. And stars, was it worth the wait. It’s big, not impossibly so, but thick and gorgeous. Your mouth waters, but there’s no time for that. You have to have him in you now.

You lift enough to settle back over the head, the weeping tip rubbing against you as you try to sink down.

He shakes his head, and you pause. “What did I just say? Patience.”

With his cock in one hand, he rubs it against your clit, teasing it around the wet rim of your pussy.

You whine.

“What?” he says, voice sly but infuriatingly calm.

You narrow your eyes and grab his cock, fingers around his fingers, and sink down quickly until the tip is fully immersed.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe, murmuring little soft gasps as he uses his hands on your hips to pull you down.

He’s straining to hold back. “Fuck, you’ve got a nice cunt,” he says between pants for breath.

You moan again, leaning forward to bury your face in his cowl and push down the rest of the way until he’s fully seated within you.

He tries to give you a moment, but you roll your hips with increasing urgency, so he grips you tight and pounds up into you. His fingers find your clit, the rough gloves bringing you quickly to another climax.

He tries for another, but you wriggle, whining as the raw, overstimulated nerve throbs in protest. When he cums, he pulls out and spills onto your stomach and the remains of the dress.

You insist on dropping off the bounty alone. The client won’t like a stranger, you say. He waits outside, tense and touchy, half-expecting you to sneak out a window and run off with the money.

But you don’t. You come out, pleased and satiated grin on your face, and had him a pouch of credits.

“That went well, don’t you think?” you say, shielding your eyes from the sun with one hand to peer up at his visor.

“I suppose it did.”

You hold up two more pucks. “Want to try it again?”

*title from "Great Romances of the 20th Century" by Taking Back Sunday (and yes, I think I'm funny about it)

[gaviicreates]

Tips for Using Red Heart's All-in-One Granny

(From someone not trying to sell it to you)

And I mean that - I'm just another crafter who was skeptical but intrigued enough to want to give it a try. If you have no interest, this post isn't for you and I'm not going to tell you to go out and get it anyway. But if you are curious or intrigued like I was, or if you have it in your stash and are struggling, I wanted to share my thoughts and tips.

TIP 1: Know yourself as a crafter Who is this yarn for? Is it for me? That's a great question, and really the first thing you should ask yourself. Be aware of what you are working with and the goal of the yarn. This should be for someone that enjoys working with acrylics. If you work up granny squares often, or enjoy the process of a basic granny square, and will enjoy the seeing the colors change, you might enjoy this. Do you like playing yarn chicken, or does that stress you out? If living on the edge, is your cuppa of hot cocoa, you might find something with this product.

Maybe read through some of these tips if you aren't quite sure where you fall, and they might help you can decide if this type of yarn is up your alley.

TIP 2: Understand what you are trading.

Because there is still work involved - just a different type.

This yarn is going to work differently for everyone, and it's going to take time for you to figure out what works best for you. That'll be a lot of work on the front end, getting to know the yarn and your gauge and tension and how you want it to look, for a long term trade off of not having to weave in ends later on or having to choose colors at the beginning of the project (if that's part of this yarn that's appealing to you.)

You'll be making a lot of granny clusters, so strap in.

Tip 3: Find your own recipe

What helped me was not thinking of the goal as one whole granny square and then finding the right tension for it. I've only tried a little color pooling (I'm awful at it so far), but one thing that stuck with me was that it's more about the color than it is the gauge or stitch. You might sub a hdc if you have more yarn than needed, or pull tighter in areas, so not to sacrifice the way you need the colors to lay.

This is where that yarn chicken comes in - I thought of each row in the sequence as it's own challenge figuring out what I need for each part of the sequence. For me, I was willing to go up and down hook sizes. If you feel you need to change the cluster a bit, or alter the number of chains to get a row to work - I would encourage giving that a try and see how you like the aesthetic. Keep in mind there might still need to be some adjusting, and I am still learning and working with this yarn, but here's what I've been using as a starting point for myself.

Row 1: tight 5.0mm Row 2: relaxed 5.5mm Row 3: relaxed 5.5mm Row 4: relaxed 5.0mm Row 5: tight 5.0mm I've had to swap out for a 6mm for some, so I do have a third option easily at hand.

Successfully working the row so that the color change is happening when you want it, feels like a mini-version of how it feels to succeed at yarn chicken - without the risk of having to buy a whole new skein of yarn at a potentially different dye lot if you lose. In this case, just go back a bit in your row, alter something about what you just did to try again. You can either alter the whole row, or just go back a side or two depending whether you have too much yarn or too little.

It's like a puzzle and finding the right combination that works for you and for that particular part of the sequence. Something about it has been tickling the lizard brain for me.

Tip 4: Use this alternative for the starting chain 6 I am fairly tolerant to different ways to make the same thing, and I've done many a version of a granny square. But I can not emphasize enough how much I despise the way the main pattern recommends for the starting corner. If it's been working for you, great! But here's my gripe with it, and my solution.

The chain 6, 3dc in the beginning with the 2dc in that space at the end, as the pattern suggests, looks incredibly clunky in comparison to the other corners. Because of the way the join pulls the chain together, I consistently was still left with what felt like a gaping hole unrelated to gauge.

So if this is happening to you and you want to fix it - replace it with a stacked sc. You know that trick that helps you get straighter edges along the sides? It's that one. I am not a very good teacher - I have written words and pictures, and am not savvy with a video camera to explain how this works. So here's a video I can recommend that explains it well - Here. You just make a sc into the corner and one sc into the side of that stitch as the tutorial describes. When you get to the end of the granny round, 2dc into the final corner the way the pattern explains, and then join to the top of the stacked sc.

If you are worried about the amount of yarn, I've been able to work with this alteration. You are going to be doing enough making and frogging and making again in order to find your recipe that I recommend just doing this alternative from the beginning so you can account for it as you practice.

TIP 5: Don't relax on that final row

Remember, you're supposed to also have enough yardage to weave in, and more consistently than not, I was finding I had to go down a hook size AND tighten my tension to get row 5 to have enough yarn to close the row, let alone have some left over. As part of finding your recipe, you may just want to plan ahead for that. I haven't tried it yet with skipping the ch1 spaces in between the granny clusters, but I did think about it. So far, pulling tightly has worked, but I've had to give it a few tries.

TIP 6: Don't expect perfection

Look - I'm not going to dance around this. There are imperfections in the yarn. Most of the time, the spotting from other colors didn't bother me, personally. But I did have one situation pop up early on where the color inconsistency was confusing around what was supposed to be a color change. I went up to a loose 6mm to try to work through it, but I couldn't really tell what the intended end was supposed to be. In the end, I still got it to work relatively cleanly.

The 2dcs and join to end the row help blend the color transition, so just be aware of that if your color change is not happening *as* perfectly as you'd like. Since your double crochets that end the round are working around the previous row's stitches, they help to hide some of the transition. Plus, I found the goal of this worked better with the stacked sc than the ch 3 - another reason I am a big advocate for that.

TIP 7: You should be having fun

Try not to be discouraged when it doesn't work right away, because it won't. But if you are not finding the process of experimenting with the yarn fun, then just put it down. Maybe take a break and come back to it later if you just need to mentally reset, but this comes back to knowing yourself as a crafter if you want to give it another go.

Final Thoughts: I'd continue to use this. Right now I only have two skeins for practicing, but I could see myself getting some more to make a bigger project. And I could see the tiny wins of getting the color change aligned being a motivator for me, rather than a deterrent.

However, you will be "locked in", so to speak. The yarn was designed for one pattern, one sequence, and as cool as that is, it's also limiting. This isn't going to be a versatile yarn. More than anything, the process tickles the part of my brain that wants to succeed over a challenge, less so the creative part. And sometimes, that's ok. I know myself well enough as a crafter to know what WIP I need to pick up. Right now, I am having fun, and I'm planning to keep playing with it.

If anyone has additional tips and tricks, I'd love to hear them, and good luck if you're taking a go with this yarn.

I hope this was even a little bit helpful. Thanks for reading if you've made it this far :)

By the way, this colorway is called "Black Dove" and the second one I ordered was "Cyber Leaf" which is blacks and greens. Excited to keep working them both up.

[angeldeviloshi]

Wild ass theory but I think it would be cool and fascinating if fjmt brings the Angel Devil back (the one we know and love) despite stating that he's dead, by having him be in league with the Death devil as its harbinger given what the Angel Devil represents.

Just a thought that came to mind thinking about his arc as Makima's mirror. The Church and PS seek to stop Death's descent to bring about the end of humans to usher in the age of devils. Angel Devil's whole "Existence precedes Essence" thing playing into the human vs devil dichotomy presented by Aki's revenge arc to the audience and echoed throughout p2 characters like AsaYoru, Nayuta and even Denji wrt the struggle between their humanity (essence) and devilhood (existence) especially with the culmination we have here in the recent chapters. Humanity conveyed through the character's sentimentality and love. Asa's humanity called into question by Barem and Nobana occuring in the aftermath of Yoru's assault on Denji in the alley, Nayuta and her humanity reduced to animal-derived food by Barem presented to Denji to void Denji of his humanity to push him towards devilhood. Devilhood as commodity, as a means to an end, sub-human.

The Angel Devil unable to deviate from his role as the angel, God's divine machine (Makima's narrative device) and a devil (tool of PS and the state also represented by Makima) in his foreshadowing and opening the final arc of p1 by leading Aki to his death (turning him into Makima's weapon for her designed narrative to break Denji and revive Chainsaw Man, the Gun devil itself owned and used by the State(s)) in spite of his humanity, his sentiment towards Aki, his love for his village. Death as his cursed existence but also his salvation.

The Angel Devil following the pattern of distancing from humanity towards devilhood by embracing his identity as Death's harbinger, a threat to humanity on the side of devils. (As currently believed) A complete inheritance of what Makima instilled in him just as Barem intends to instill Makima's teachings in Denji once again to rid Denji of humanity as Chainsaw Man. The shared Fallen Angel parallels between Denji, Pochita and the Angel Devil :)))))) that you can read about here!!!

These beliefs and teachings of Makima stemming from her being a product of the state while herself born from the human concept of Control. The Church, The State's desire to combat and erase Death through Denji transformed by their machinations and interests as religion and authority on the side of humanity channeled through the specter of Makima. The Angel Devil too a figure and product of religion and the state through humanity and Makima as a bringer of Death on the side of devils.

Humanity fighting its own demons. Heh.

tl; dr I just think it would be neat to see p1 Angel Devil as a tragic antagonist with the thematic relevance and maybe raise some hell for a bit as a threat I mean treat. And maybe use this as a meme for the parallels:

Of course I have 0 expectations about this being real lol.

[mirageofadesert]

C-Drama Review: Love in Panacea

Broadcast: Youku, 2023, 34 Episodes Genre: Romance, Medical Drama

My Rating 7/10

Great acting and an interesting plot about medical science and living with an uncurable disease, that almost got ruined by an overly cliché script and questionable directing. I would have rated this higher, if they had been brave enough to broadcast the full ending.

Acting: 9/10 World-building: 8/10 Production: 5/10 Storytelling: 5/10 Pacing: 8/10 Re-watch Value: 6/10  Bonus +1: for two of my favorite things: Luo Yunxi and science!

Summary with minor spoilers

After finding out, that she is genetically predisposed to developing the hereditary Huntington's disease, Su Weian drops out of university. She gives up her dream of becoming a doctor herself and instead travels the world to earn money to provide for her widowed mother. In the (fictional) North African region of Lakaya, she meets her former university professor Dr. Gu Yunzheng, who is part of a Chinese medical aid project. The two quickly develop feelings for each other, but Su Weian does not want to enter into a relationship due to her inevitable illness. The couple meet again later in China. There, the plot picks up, introducing complex competitive relationships between the main couple and the second leads, Du Yuncheng and his girlfriend Wen Ran. Ultimately, Gu reignites So Weians will to live and practice medical science in an attempt to find a cure for the Huntington's disease. Will their love for each other and their belief in modern medicine be enough to save Su Weian, before the disease progresses too far?

My review - spoilers ahead!

The word panacea comes from the Greek: panakēs, meaning "all-healing,” it describes a mystical remedy for any disease. In current use, panacea is most often used to decry a remedy that falls short of what some claim it can do. Love is Panacea is not a show about how love conquers and heals all, it's a drama that shows that, while love can be a powerful motivator to achieving great things and helps to cope with hardships, ultimately it's not a magical solution. There only is a strenuous and unbiased medical research. Love is Panacea is therefore not a medical drama in the classical sense, rather a show about the ethics and process of medical science and research. Luckily, that's right down my alley.

The secondary plot is about how important love is and how damning the absence of love can be to people. We see this with Gu Yunzheng and his half-brother Du Yuncheng, who both are struggling with their loveless upbringing. Or in the one-sides loves of both Du Yuncheng and Wen Ran, that pushes them to unreasonable decisions.

I didn’t mind the back-and-forth between the couple in the middle. Su Weian still refuses his advances, because she doesn't want to put him through her inevitable death, but she also doesn't want to put herself through it. While she has regained her will to live in the first arc, she still doesn't dare to hope and build a life. Su Weian doesn't want to be with him for the same reason she dropped out of university - she believes that none of it matters. I actually think, Gu Yunzheng has not fully realized what this relationship will mean in the future. He is still optimistic, but also unable to let go - not just because he loves her, but because of the abandonment issues due to his mother leaving.

For Su Weian, love and support by the people around her becomes the most important resource when being faced with her disease. It's a shame, that they decided not to broadcast anything past her initial symptoms, including her son.  

The third main sub-plot is about social status and equality in relationships. In a society in which social status determines marriages almost as much as romantic feelings, love can only go so far. Every parent of the show brings up the social statutes of their child’s potential partner at some point, either to say that someone is a great match or not good enough, or because they are afraid they will face discrimination from the in-laws. This narrative also runs through the professional life, where people with connections have a far easier way to achieve success. The show takes a stance against both - focusing on the ideal of equality both in personal and professional matters, as well as in medical aid. In a way, this has the same message as Till The End of The Moon, that every life is precious and should be threatened equally.

Luo Yunxi gave an interview about the show, in which he explained, who important it is for him, that his romantic partner is also his equal. In the show, Gu Yunzheng pushed Su Weian as he believes in her and wants to give her a reason to fight, but also because he sees her as his equal, who should achieve this status based on her own work and talent. He rejects any form of nepotism.  

Du Yuncheng unhealthy obsession with Su Weian leads to people's death, because he prioritizes her over everyone else. Meanwhile, Gu Yunzheng and Su Weian trust in the scientific process, even if that means they won’t develop the medication in time to save her. As a scientist myself, this part of the story resonated with me. 

But I’m also a person with a complex medical history, that was deeply moved by the story about facing a deadly disease. At times, the show was almost too triggering for me. This makes me relate to Su Weian, who was beautifully portrayed by Zhang Ruonan, a lot. The most heartbreaking scene was when the audience finds out, what Su Weian’s mother had been going through and how both women have tried to stay strong for the other. Zhao Mai Lan quickly became my favorite character!

The plot and script is the strongest, when it’s focusing on the hardships of medical research and coping with a deadly disease. If you go into this, expecting a romance, you will be disappointed. Not only is this not the focus of the show, the romantic scenes are written and directed inadequate. It’s the worst in the first arc in Lakaya, because they additionally relied on exotism, which made it hard to watch. But it does get better after they are back in China! There are still some unnecessary cliché or cringe scenes with questionable editing, but it is bearable. The 3rd couple was fine, but barely in there after the first arc. I actually wished they had more screen time. The 2nd couple was mostly relevant to the plot as adversaries.

So if your love for Luo Yunxi, medical science or angsty romances is strong enough, that you can overlook these weak points, Love is Panacea is an enjoyable drama! I only wish, they wouldn’t have ended it so abruptly.

[magicallymalted]

Wizarding World Jobs -> Arts, Entertainment & Craft

What's the Wizarding World without fun and games? If your dearest wizard/witch is artistically-inclined, interested in performance, or wishing to hone their skills in a specific craft, then you've come to the right place! Below you'll find a list of jobs, businesses, and sub-jobs that may be a good fit for the creative wixen. Additional jobs will be added to a separate list that encompases jobs more liken to older times in the Wizarding World, such as HL era and earlier. Career Guide Masterlist | Next

Fine/Literary Arts

Graphic Designer Magic Subtext: The world needs designers! Shops in Diagon Alley need signage and posters, products needs labels, the Ministry of Magic needs propaganda posters, etc. Although this is mostly muggle-artsy, it's important to know what charms to use to further enhance your designs. Even further, perhaps design something with mobility, or with transfiguration involved (think chocolate frog cards' famous wizard summaries, or a Lick "O" Rish Spider packaging where the spider graphics are enchanted to dance around the packaging near your fingers).

Painter or Restorer (Portraits or otherwise) Magic Subtext: The magicked portraits that line the halls of Hogwarts and decorate the corridors of many wizards' homes had to have been painted by someone! If you feel like you want to take up a paintbrush, perhaps consider creating magical portraits of your subjects, experiment with abstraction that transfigures, or perhaps examine painting scenes from pensieves. No matter the media—chalk, lead, acrylic, oil, etc.— the presence of art is crucial.

Tattoo Artist Magic Subtext: Just as symbols and spell motions have power, so do tattoos. It's not all doom and gloom with the Dark Mark, of course! Depending on the symbol and associated charms, tattoos can transcend beyond the realm of just aesthetic and account for magic wards, communication, or even just plain old allyship to one's kin.

Sculptor Magic Subtext: If sculpture is more your thing, you may be interested in finding a position in city planning, or even work to get commissioned by a dragon sanctuary! And while public art is very valuable, private statues and botanical garden sculptures can be just as important. Some may even conceal hidden passages, or perhaps the statue transfigures into something else at a certain time of day!

Author/Poet Magic Subtext: Wizards and witches alike love to dive into fictional novels like The Flap of the Cape, so why not write a novel of your own? And if not fiction, there is always room for textbook writing, biographies, how-to guides, or plays and poems!

Publisher Magic Subtext: Perhaps you're not so much interested in writing the books and plays and poems yourself, but would like to find ways to share them with the wizarding world. Becoming a publisher is a great opportunity to help aspiring wizard authors get their work out there.

Editor Magic Subtext: While there may be magic quills that can help with the grammar, nothing beats a good human set of eyes to read through people's writing and make revisions. Magicals assistance may be beneficial but you'll know where to make it pop!

Photographer Magic Subtext: From journalism photography, portrait photography, art photography, textbook photography, and more, the creative uses for a camera know no bounds both in the wizarding world and out! And there is, of course, a certain beauty to the way that the photos move.

Museum Curator Magic Subtext: There are many great portraits, art and historical pieces, and artifacts in the Wizarding World, and someone needs to curate them! Whether for educational or art purposes, having the background knowledge and understanding to develop an amazing collection is very much needed, so why not have it be you!

Art Appraiser and/or Authenticator Magic Subtext: Do you love art history? Are you interested in examining precious works in the Wizarding World? Take some time to learn your artists, as well as some charms to authenticate pieces of work, and some spells for quick index research and you're off to the races!

Performing Arts

Actor/Actress Magic Subtext: While wizards may not have movies, theatre still remains a sublime medium with wizards attending the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts in order to seek further education after school in performance.

Singer/Musician Magic Subtext: The Frog Choir is always around at Hogwarts but if you're looking to branch out and become the next Celestina Warbeck or thrash like the Weird Sisters, this may be right for you!

Circus and/or Street Performer Magic Subtext: Careers in the Circus or with performance troupes can get a little bit dicey— not just because the leaders have a history of mistreatment but because even without the internal risks, there's a chance of getting in trouble with the Ministry of Magic if performing for muggles. Thus, performers must walk the line of providing a magic performance without giving away their secrets.

Model Magic Subtext: How are any wixen going to know about the next top fashion or coolest broom ambassadors if there aren't any models? Who are the kiddos going to idolize when they crack open the next issue of Witch Weekly? Find a niche in clothing, Quidditch, dueling, high pureblood society, and more, or perhaps simply become a photographer's muse!

Dancer Magic Subtext: Waltzing, ballet, break-dancing, and more all exist in the Wizarding World. Beauxbatons even has an extensive dance program, and the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts is always looking for more dancers. Put on your slippers and perhaps become the next Gabrielle Delacour!

DJ Magic Subtext: Casting some amplification charms and putting on a badass mix of The Bent-Winged Snitches and Lorcan d'Eath? Yes please! The Wizarding World clubs and events (like Quidditch tournaments) need some DJ's, after all.

Sports & Entertainment

Radio Broadcaster

Magic Subtext: The Wizarding Wireless Network isn't the only station for mages to listen to, but where there's a station there must be people to broadcast. Newspapers aren't the only place to get news, after all, but you can also dabble in music or comedy.

Venue Operator/Owner

Magic Subtext: Interested in hosting artists, Quidditch or duelling matches, and performances? Being the owner/operator of a venue can be a lot of work but bring a great deal of joy to people. If you want to take such a career even further, perhaps try dabbling in some light show magic!

Event Planner

Magic Subtext: Sometimes, mages either can't be trusted or can't be bothered to plan an event. This is where your services will come in handy as you make sure every bit of entertainment from the food to the decor is all set in place for a grand day or week!

Professional Dueler Magic Subtext: Did you love Defense Against the Dark Arts in school? Perhaps you want to take your excitement with the Dueling Club to a pro level and fight some folks for entertainment and sport.

Pro Dueling Coach/Trainer Magic Subtext: Interested in training duelers at the pro level? Perhaps you'll want to start a school or dueling gym to get your people in shape, or maybe lend your coaching abilities to private sectors or Ministries for auror training.

Hippogriff Racer Magic Subtext: Do you love the thrill of competition? Are you good with beasts and creature care? Looking for something a little less aggressive than Quidditch but just as thrilling with being in the open air? Try becoming a pro hippogriff racer!

Quidditch Magic Subtext: - Player (Chaser, Beater, Seeker, Keeper) - Coach - Referee - Announcer - Manager - Agent

Journalist Magic Subtext: From magazines to newspapers and other publications, what better way to get your voice heard than becoming a writer? - Gossip Column - News (Politics, War Correspondent, etc. etc.) - Education Editorials - Travel Writing - Quidditch Reporter - Subject Critic (food, music, potions, performances, etc.)

Crafts

Architect Magic Subtext: Do wixen live in homes? Do magical communities need structural warding and protection? You can be they do! After all, constructing gorgeous buildings like Hogwarts, Malfoy Manor, Beauxbatons, Gringotts, etc. was no easy feat, and as the Wizarding World grows, so does the need for housing and communal spaces.

Broommaker Magic Subtext: There are several broom-making companies such as Comet Trading, Ellerby and Spudmore, Nimbus, and more, but don't think that that those are your only options! Sometimes, people want a very specific niche kind of broom — couples brooms, luxury brooms, sustainable brooms, brooms that can withstand very harsh climates, etc.

Wandmaker Magic Subtext: Just like with broom making, you can apprentice with the masters or manufacture your own in a specific niche. Some wandmakers are known for having an affinity for a certain wood, others may want wands created with environmentally sound materials.

Potter (as in pottery, not the Boy Who Lived) Magic Subtext: Whether you choose to make it more artistic or practical is up to you, but the fact of the matter is that everyone need pots and dishes! If you like pottery or working with clay, this may be just the thing for you—even better if you can figure out a way to charm them into never cracking.

Florist Magic Subtext: While not exactly a herbologist, a florist does need some of the same skills — and perhaps a little knowledge in divination if you want to be especially high value. Knowledge of the symbolism of flowers, plant care, and artistic arrangement are all valued skills for this occupation.

Clothing Magic Subtext: Consider niches within even the list below — wedding, luxury, sustainable, cultural, vintage, etc. - Tailor - Dressmaker - Cobbler - Jeweler - General Fashion Designer

Food Magic Subtext: Whether bringing muggle delicacies to the Wizarding World or sticking purely with wixen cuisine, you can't go wrong with different kinds of food. - Caterer - Sous Chef - Winemaker - Alcohol Distiller (like buddy there are SO many magical drinks) - Pastry Chef/Baker - Chocolatier - Candy Maker

Various & More Businesses

Philosopher Magic Subtext: Do you have some great ideas about life? Do you perhaps have some philosophies on the best way for wixen to live long and happy lives? Maybe you'd like to work on wizarding ethics and advocate for a nonprofit, or write a book like Learned Comments of Wisdom, or The Philosophy of the Mundane: Why the Muggles Prefer Not to Know.

Interior Decorator Magic Subtext: Whether personal home developments or public spaces, everyone needs decor! Depending on whether your client may want a certain aesthetic, look for enchanted objects, or simply wants a spatial design that reflects the properties to get the magic energy flowing, this job combines work with charms, history, creativity, and an understanding of aurology is always a plus!

Magic Landscaper Magic Subtext: Interested in herbology? Like getting creative with plants and want to apply some aesthetics to a person's home garden? Perhaps the man-eating hedges in front of a pureblood residence need some trimming. Take this in a beautification direction, or perhaps make it more practical with providing services for de-gnoming!

Beauty Magic Subtext: Beautification and skincare is still super important in the Wizarding World! Those enchanted perfumes and mood-shifting nail polishes won't sell themselves, after all! Cosmetology can be quite a lucrative business. - Makeup Artist - Perfume Maker - Nail Technician - Hair Stylist

Sources utilized: 1 | 2 | 3 (There were others too but they were less extensively referenced) *Can be updated over time

[docgold13]

365 Marvel Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…

November 9th - Prince Namor the Sub-Mariner

Namor McKenzie is the king and ruler of the undersea kingdom of Atlantis. He was born as a Mutant-hybrid son of a human father (an explorer named  Leonard McKenzie) and an Atlantean mother (The Princess Fenn).  He was named Namor which in the language of Atlantis means ‘avenging son.’  

As a product of his mixed heritage and possessing the X-gene, Namor has been bestowed tremendous powers  This includes greatly enhanced strength, speed and durability, a significantly extended lifespan and the capacity to fly and swim at a tremendous speed.  Despite his differences and his having a human father, Namor’s power and his being the grandson of Emperor Thakorr led to his being named heir to the throne of Atlantis.  

As the human would further encroached onto the seven seas, Namor ventured out to interact with the world of man.  His initial forays were aggressive as he arrived in New York City and declared the oceans off limits to mankind under the punishment of war.  It was herein that Namor was first referred to as ‘The Sub-Mariner.’  Namor’s decree led to numerous altercations between Thw Sub-Mariner and the surface world hero, Human Torch (Jim Hammond).  

The intrepid police woman, Betty Dean, was able to broker a truce between the two combatants.  Namor was taken by Dean’s bravery and honor; so much so that it changed his mind about humans.  Not long thereafter, the outbreak of the Second World War saw Namor and The Human Torch becoming allies so to battle the evil of the Axis Forces.  The two were later partnered with Captain America and Bucky in forming the Allied super team, The Invaders.   

Some time after the war, a villain named Paul Destine used the powerful Serpents’ Crown to instill in Namor a pervasive amnesia that made him forget who he was and where he came from.  Many years later, Namor was discovered in a Manhattan flophouse by Johnny Storm of the recently established Fantastic Four.  Johnny was able to recognize Namor as the Sub-Mariner.  Hoping to break Namor out of his stupor, Johnny dumped him into the Hudson River.  This had the effect of freeing Namor from his amnesia and much of his memory returned.    

Namor made his way to an Atlantean outpost under the sea, only to discover that it had been destroyed by the US Military’s testing of nuclear weapons.  Namor vowed vengeance on the surface world and attacked it, using the giant sea monster Giganto. The Fantastic Four were able to stop the Sub-Mariner. During the fight, he became instantly enamored of Sue Storm, and offered to make her his bride and queen of Atlantis. Namor carried the romantic crush with him for years and she even reciprocated the feelings for a while, which first became apparent when Namor teamed up with Doctor Doom to destroy the Fantastic Four.

Following further clashes with the super heroes of the surface world, Namor returned to Atlantis and was named king.  He continued to battle with the surface world as well as fighting off undersea threats to the city like the rebel leader Attuma.  Namor married the Atlantian dignitary, Lady Dorma whom he had fallen in love with.  Sadly, Dorma was kidnapped and later killed by the villainess Llyra.

Although Namor often fought with the surface world there were also many times where he allied himself with human heroes against superordinate threats.  He was a founding member of The Defenders, a frequent alley of The Fantastic Four and also briefly acted as a member of The Avengers.  During this time, Namor purchased a corporation called Oracle Incorporated that worked toward producing clean energy whist promoting an environmentalist agenda.  

Following the M-Day decimation, Namor loaned his support to his fellow Mutants among the X-Men, ultimately joining their ranks for a time.  During his tenure with the X-Men, Namor became possessed by The Phoenix Force resulting in his waging war on Wakanda and sacking the Golden City.  

Amidst all this, Namor also became a part of a secret cabal of luminaries known as The Illuminati who would periodically gather to address partially dire threats to the earth.  He left the group in objection to their decision to exile The Incredible Hulk into outer space.  

Prior to the Secret Wars event, Atlantis was destroyed by the forces of Wakanda in retribution for Namor’s attack on Wakanda whist possessed by the Phoenix Force.  An embittered Namor joined the Black Order as part of a more aggressive effort to battle off the cascading incursions of alternate universes that ultimately resulted in the destruction and recreation of reality entailed in The Secret Wars event.  

Namor was killed by the Squadron Supreme in the aftermath of Secret Wars, yet was quickly resurrected and all of Atlantis was recreated as well.  Namor was once more seated as emperor and has dedicated himself to safeguarding his people and his realm by any means necessary.  

Actor Tenoch Huerta portrays Namor in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, debuting in the movie, Wakanda Forever.  Prince Namor the Sub-Mariner first appeared in the pages of Motion Picture Funnies Weekly #1 (1939).

[heretherebedork]

where can I find destiny seeker with eng sub :((( I couldn't find it on any platform for my country

There is a fansubber doing it! That is how I have access. I know that said fansubber has had issues in the past with getting copyright claimed and had issues with different platforms but they are amazing.

I am very sad that this show does not have any official international platform because it's fantastic and right up my alley and I'd love to be able to support the production and the cast.

I admit that I'm not sure how to share information about the fansubber of their comfort level since I do know they've gotten into issues before... but yeah. Fansubbed.

[vapehk1]

The Ultimate Vaporizer Buying Guide

Getting the right vaporizer is important for your health and enjoyment, so you need to make the right choice. These innovative little gadgets have been steadily gaining a cult following over the past decade or so, and it's easy to see why. By heating up your favorite herbs or concentrates to the perfect temperature, vaporizers allow you to inhale those delicious vapors without any harsh smoke. However, selecting the wrong vaporizer will not only harm your health but also mean a subpar vaping experience. This article will cover everything you need to evaluate and choose the right vaporizer for your needs and preferences. The Different Vaporizer Styles The first thing you need to know is the vast array of vaporizer styles out there. We're talking portable vapes, desktop vapes, pen vapes - the list goes on. Each one has its own unique strengths and quirks, so it's crucial to figure out which style best suits your vaping needs and lifestyle. Portable Vaporizers These are the ultimate in vaping convenience. Portable vapes are designed to be compact and discreet, making them perfect for those on-the-go vaping sessions. Whether you're out and about or just lounging on the couch, you can whip out your portable vape and enjoy some delicious vapor in no time. Now, within the portable category, you'll find a few different sub-types. There are the classic pen-style vapes, which are slim and cylindrical, often resembling an actual pen. Then you've got the box mods, which are a bit chunkier but offer more power and customization options. Desktop Vaporizers If you're more of a homebody who likes to vape in the comfort of your own abode, a desktop vaporizer might be right up your alley. These units are designed to stay put on your coffee table or desk, and they tend to pack a serious punch in terms of vapor production and overall performance. Of course, the trade-off is that desktop vapes aren't exactly portable. But if you're willing to sacrifice a bit of mobility for some serious cloud-chucking capabilities, these vaporizers are definitely worth considering. Pen Vaporizers The humble pen vapes are sleek, cylindrical devices. They are the old school of the vaping world and still going strong today. Pen vapes are all about simplicity and discretion. They're easy to use and carry around and produce just enough vapor to satisfy your cravings without drawing too much attention. The downside of Pen vapes is that they tend to be a bit more limited in terms of features and customization options than their larger counterparts. But sometimes, you just want a no-frills vaping experience, and that's totally cool. Once you've identified your needs, you can start researching specific models and brands within your chosen style. For a wide selection of high-quality vaporizers, consider browsing extensive collections that let you compare your preferences and budget. For instance, you can buy vaporizers at Vaping Lee or other online stores, which offer a wide selection of high-quality portable, desktop, and pen vaporizers to suit your preferences and budget. Key Factors to Consider Now that we've covered the different vaporizer styles, it's time to understand the details that can make or break your vaping experience. We're talking about things like heating method, temperature control, battery life, vapor quality, and materials/build quality. These factors might seem like minor details, but they can significantly impact your overall satisfaction. Heating Method The heating method determines how your vaporizer actually produces those delicious vapors, and there are a few different approaches to consider. - Conduction heating is one of the most common methods. In this method, your herbs or concentrates are heated directly by coming into contact with a hot surface. It's a simple and effective approach, but it can sometimes lead to uneven heating or that dreaded "burnt popcorn" taste. - Convection heating, on the other hand, uses hot air to cook your materials from the inside out. This method is generally considered superior, providing more consistent and flavorful vapor. However, convection vapes tend to be a bit pricier and more complex. Temperature Control Temperature control is important, especially if you're a flavour-chasing enthusiast. The ability to precisely dial in your desired temperature can mean the difference between a smooth, tasty vaping session and a harsh, unpleasant one. Look for vaporizers that offer precise temperature control, ideally with a digital display or some sort of temperature readout. This way, you can experiment and find that sweet spot where your materials really sing. Battery Life Unless you're rocking a desktop vape that's plugged into the wall, battery life is going to be a major consideration. If you're a heavy vaper or you like to take your show on the road, the battery is even more important. Pay close attention to the battery specs of any portable vaporizer you're considering. Look for larger battery capacities (measured in mAh) and features like pass-through charging, which allows you to vape while the device is plugged in and charging. Vapor Quality At the end of the day, what you're really after here is some seriously tasty, satisfying vapor. And that's where vapor quality comes into play. Factors like the heating method, temperature control, and overall build quality can all impact the density, smoothness, and flavor of your vaporizer's vapor. Do your research, read reviews, and don't be afraid to splurge a bit if it means getting that premium vapor experience. Materials and Build Quality Last but not least, you must consider the materials and build quality. A well-built vaporizer should feel solid and sturdy in your hands—not like a flimsy piece of plastic that will give way after a few months. Pay attention to the materials used in the construction, like high-grade aluminum or stainless steel. And don't overlook the little details, like the mouthpiece's quality or the temperature controls' precision. These seemingly minor factors can make a big difference in the long run. Conclusion Choosing the right vaporizer is a personal decision. If you are a first-time vaporizer buyer, thoroughly research and read reviews. Vaporizers come in a wide range of prices. Don't be afraid to start with a more budget-friendly option, especially if you're not sure how much you'll actually use it. But at the same time, don't go for the cheapest thing you can find – you'll likely regret it. Read the full article

[blandbutfunny]

Procession/Ritual of Desiring-Production

I have convinced myself through approximate inaccuracy that I am indeed a de-realised social body I am acknowledged and processed empirically by the social machines around me but like my cognition I am split, fractured, effervescent - unanchored and set adrift to be ravaged by the wind. Strangers know my hidden alleys in a way only shadows should. And yet, I feel more visible in the cloaked corners than I ever could in sunlight One-night stands have read deeper into my character through a kiss than coworkers have enduring years of pontificated personal trauma I do not resist the process of decoding, but it seems my speech is malignant data for the machine; readable, but yielding highly sub-normative results. I have climbed the mountain, but the flag on it's summit remains a murky amethyst.

Soaring through foggy skies, I seek to roost and rest my wings, but find no nest hospitable to birds of my ilk. Maybe I will find a lover in flight with the same penchant for relentless kinesthetics and our crashing will force us down to earth. Where are my hidden souls that hide in the clouds? In meditation, I have interrogated the transparency of my ocular duplicity. Through my left eye, I glimpse fountains and water features flowing into each other, cycle after beautiful cycle, a multiplicity of aquatic pathing breeds envy in me - jealous of such seamless direction Through my other, a cyclone throws violent tantrums amongst arid plains, tossing toy cars into the air at will and uprooting trees that have stood as pillars of their locale for eons. I am mesmerised by the beauty of its heretic confidence. Each eye is quick to inform me of the other's deception. I feel neither wet not windy

We are the meaning makers. We make life consist of anything but living

[zoekrystall]

I started to bash on german the better I got in english especially regarding dubs (didn't help I was a stereotypical pretentious annoying lil kid) and I am so glad it was likely really just a kid phase bc I am rewatching detective conan in german (and once I hit where they're not getting dubbed anymore I switch to sub bc I do dislike names getting anglicized and I am very glad the ger dub kept the og japanese names, exceptions when I grew up w the anglicized names) and it is so so comfy. The dub is also just plain good imo and the voices are so nice to hear again I am so glad I found a site that got shows in german (ty katrielle layton anime for apparently only being available in japanese and german and me deciding "well I can speak german so why not check it out", nice voice acting but not up my alley).

I do still usually keep away from eng by anime bc I am a sub over dub person and I find most... not that good.. but I stopped to play part in the debate bc I'm sure all VAs try their best. Not for me but if you like em I'm happy for ya. And also in ger it is hit or miss when the og language is eng do I stick to that which is usually the case. Idk if it is just my perception or if it really did but german dubs kinda worsened but who knows maybe I just catched the ones w bad production on that part (reg ops we got nice ones but I was happy to learn others learned abt the one we got for naturo bc. yeah). Like purely anime speaking I think the cartoons and shows on tv are fine. Minus julien bam as sonic in the movies I still can't get over that but no hate towards him I just find the youtuber as voice actor thing always baffling no matter which language (also dislike the celebrity bias in every country. yes that person is famous but do they actually fit that role + voice acting and actor require different skill sets).

I think I started to bash so much on ger bc "og language always better" and sometimes yeah and I do watch if possible in the og w subs so nothing gets lost (that doesn't have to) but where that opinion makes a turn for the worse is if you start to become pretentious about it and everyone who chooses another option is somehow worse than you. Counts for every opinion that obv isn't debating human life. Honestly I adore polls but that's also why people need to zip it with their snarky comments in the answers or also on quizzes, I do have to admit those where op smacks (right answer) or smth on the one that almost no-one clicked on are funny to see though. A bit of banter is fine imo but there are some that are just really not necessary.

Anyways it is kinda funny how I thought one piece would surely get me into anime again bc I do adore it since like kindergarten and it'll forever be in my heart but nope detective conan it is. Ig the aspect of finding out together who the culprit might be is fun next to being able to do other things meanwhile bc I don't have to read. I think I got into conan at age 14? 15? Feels like decades ago though. I don't think I really understood why others rewatch things until now. Like I got it like yeah comfort but not the extend. I always tried not to rewatch bc "I got so much stuff I can't waste time with the same" (<- has replayed okami a lot on wii and now switch while having gaming backlog since forever, replayed bratz the movie on ps2 almost yearly as kid, etc) but I luckily start to go into "who cares" mode fully and it's really nice. I truly get it now.