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chimata doodle
#touhou#touhou project#chimata tenkyuu#unconnected marketeers#art#i know thisll flop bc Not Homestuck but whaaatevverrrr#will get back to homing my stuck soon enough i promise you. hopefully#theres one (1) roxy lalonde in this drawibg can u find her
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The "Daniel is only hyped cause he laughs and smiles a lot" is genuinely the worst take you can have about this lmao.
Daniel Ricciardo is, along with Lewis, THE most recognizable face and name in motorsport outside of the F1 fans bubble. Therefore, he is extremely valuable in terms of marketability. He is also an 8-time race winner. For that to be dismissed and to say he's average as if the past 2 years erased all his accomplishments is insane lmao.
Being an accomplished driver AND one of the most marketable athletes in your sport makes you valuable as fuck.
#my post#and i am not a delulu daniel girlie lmao#i say it how it is#this move is gonna need to prove a lot#and i feel bad for nyck not getting anything from anyone#but the way some *max fans* are acting is sooo dumb lmao#you can not like him#you can think he's gonna flop whatever#but to dismiss his accomplishments and his power in the sport?#do you hear yourself? do you not know who he is?#i am a delulu max girlie and i go to war for him#but he is NOT on the same caliber of marketability#outside of dutchies and hardcore max fans#which is why max and daniel as a duo is so powerful cause they balance each other out#and daniel can bring out the best in max#the max we the hardcore fans get to see *very rarely* but others dont#come on now lmao#the think pieces are so weird#and the constant digs are also weird#you know you can black list his name#right???#ha ha so funny daniel flopped at mclaren ha ha yuki is gonna outperform#some of you need to learn when your jokes go from funny to annoying as shit
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Seeing crochet clothing being 'in' now is always kind of frustrating as someone who can actually crochet for shit (evidence attached) because as much as I'd love to be able to maybe sell some of that work, ultimately you can't compete with that store (machine?)grade shit. A crochet maxi-skirt made from granny squares is selling for AUD $60. AUD $60 wouldn't even cover the cost of the materials (in a nice, wearable quality yarn). :/
Well at least when I make something I know it's not gonna be basic bitch shit -
#kerytalk#crochet#fuck corpos#I guess I can file this under that#also no joke this has been on the last row for nearly a year because I'm just 'if I finish it what the fuck do I do#I think it cost me idk ... 150? AUD for materials#this is just acrylic but it doesn't feel shit#I flip flop on starting a small business for money because I do have a lot of creative hobby knowledge I can sell#crochet and then I can make seed-bead earrings#I can sew decent too#made a bunch of masks during the pandemic#I just really do not have the energy to market that shit though#right now I'm considering learning to sculpt jewellery for 3D printing#but I think I'd need someone to team up with because managing that commercially is beyond me#I GUESS#ventpost
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how come i never bump into anybody i know 99% of time but the one time i do i look like absolute shit
#randomly bumped into a dude i went to school with at the train station at 8am on a sunday#haven't seen him since 2021 i think#lmao what are the chances of meeting somebody from your shithole hometown in a big city#i was just dropping maja off at the train station#then i went back home to drink tea and decided to check out a flea market near me#(there was nothing interesting there)#and then went to a milk bar to eat some soup and fries#now i'm sitting at home crocheting and watching a match#our flop team is officially out so i can just fully focus on supporting germany as usual#but they're flopping too in the sense that neuer is no longer the captain and the new captain isn't wearing a rainbow armband? smh
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A friend just got me into a show that has literally no online fandom. There's no fanart. No episode discussions. No cosplay. Nothing. Heartbreaking stuff, truly.
#its sad bc its actually a decent show but i can see exactly why it flopped#it was not marketed well and was 100% on the wrong channel#but oh well. its part of my personality now. guess ill just draw all the characters myself 🤘😤#pinky’s personal journal
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2am unserious crisis hours.
i’ve always sort of immediately dismissed the idea of putting any of my original stuff on ao3. they have “original work” as a fandom and their tos faq answer is a few paragraphs long but ends with: “We presume that, by posting the work to the Archive, the creator is making a statement that they believe it's a fanwork. As such, unless the work doesn't meet some other criterion, it will be allowed to remain.” which basically means it’s the honor system. or that you can lie if you want and they won’t really stop you.
i know plenty of people host original fiction on ao3 no problem and most people (myself included) aren’t going to raise a fuss about it. but i’ve always dismissed the idea for myself because i don’t like the idea of fudging ao3’s rules.
however: practically speaking, because of my wonky brain, ao3 is a much more accessible posting option than anything else. it’s familiar, simple, user-friendly, and already integrated into my near-daily life, all of which make posting there feel like a much, MUCH smaller Task. which is important when i have can’t start/stop/switch tasks disease and anxiety
additionally: i’ve talked here before about how fanfiction, or at least derivative/transformative work, is and has always been at the core of what i do with my words. i’m intrigued by ao3’s tos statement about works that fall in-between existing definitions of what a fanwork is. i enjoy building outside of boxes. i think my original work does have strong fannish influences, especially in the last two years or so.
but is that enough for me to count it as a fanwork and throw it on ao3? me personally, in my brain, will i be happy with that?
thinkin’ about it.
another thing i’ll have to look into is the whole publishing mess if something’s been put up for free before but to be quite honest, i don’t care that much anymore. my publishing dreams shrink smaller all the time because i’m tired and it’s a cruel industry out there. all i really want is people to talk about my stories with, and i don’t need a publishing house or an amazon listing to do that, yeah?
i don’t know. i always struggle with changing my mind on things that are Important, that i’ve had Decided for a long time. and my feelings re: the rules of a fanfic site are pretty small potatoes in that category, but i’m still….eh. anyone care to weigh in?
#bird noises#ao3#i literally READ original work on ao3 lmao#granted that original work is omegaverse which still makes it pretty fannish to me#but regardless#it would also i feel take away my anxiety about doing my own advertising and marketing bc i really really hate that#ao3’s tags can do it for me. and if its on ao3 i dont care as much about numbers#if it flops it flops yanno as long as i get a couple kudos or a comment i’m good
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I need to learn how to stop being emotionally attached
#my favorite coworker got a new job w a competitor and w how our job works#you put in your two weeks but you leave the day you put in ur two weeks 😭 so I don’t even get two weeks to say goodbyeeee#+ someone else just left less than a month ago so the workload is going to kill me awksiahwnsj#can the job market be better already so I can apply to places omg#he just called me#the way my smile from the griez double flop is gone omfg#wahhh I miss him already :( who’s gonna be my other half at this job….
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annoys me how people don’t get adachis shadow nor understand the way he works in ultimax and the fact he’s never accepted himself and neither will improve as a person than as genuinely as someone who does awaken to a persona hence why he’s still in pain trying to utilize it all the time and the words he thinks and says and the actions he does in ultimax should be taken with a grain of salt but also wholeheartedly after putting it under a microscope enough
#kommento#// golden so evil to me like SURE they gave him character but#// the need for fanservjce just exaggerated him a bit too much and went in the wrong direction#// like his added social link and the 320 jail letter is standing on that line of my standards but the accomplice ending felt a bit . idk#// the anime was absolutely ridiculous while i had to filter and organize so much of ep adachi in ultimax#// DANCING IS JUST. EVERYONE IS GOOFING AROUND they’re in a fantasy filming studio and if you flop adachi can just leave the warehouse#// marie and miku will just keep taking selfies with each other that doesn’t matter at this point OF COURSE they’re going to be exaggerated#// THEYRE MARKETING ANOTHER GAME WITH THESE DLCS okay#// i just really like adachis character before he was contaminated with new things like#// it’s not a gender issue like with mim like there’s some genuine depiction of adachi ive been trying to get for years and i just can’t#// get it most of the time like he’s right there and he’s also not and you can’t ask anyone for help unless they’ve played the 2009 release#// during 2009 itself before everything about the game was tossed around and stretched like taffy#// going to make that compilation soon i hope sorry for waking up and still complaining about this sorry for being cringe
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*suddenly remembering my curse of near-starts*
Is this... is this business a good idea 😬😮💨😰 Too late now...
#ah damn#i'm a little scared#what if I put these out there#and no one buys them?#what if people buy them for a while but then i exhaust my market?#what if my business becames locally synonymous with shitty products?#i've tried so hard and done so much work#but i have a tendency to work really hard and watch my work blow up in my face#and that happens way more than anything else#i mean#tw venting#vent post#i know businessea are a risk#they always are#and i'm doing this in the safest possible way#but i don't know if i can handle another catastrophic failure#if i quit not then it's all over and i failed#so i have to go through with this#but if it flops#if it becomes a nightmare instead of a blessing#i might die a little or a lot or entirely idk#ace chatter
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what Wii U games should I play
#I played like thirty minutes of Hyrule Warriors and it was awesome. I've been dying to play this game since it came out#frickin love the wii u#i get why it flopped as a console#it was marketed poorly (the name is SO BAD) and the controller is very difficult for children to handle#but as an adult with adult hands..... its such a good concept for a system#i really wish they'd kept the two screen utility with the switch#two screens! full action on the TV with minimap/inventory/accessory data always visible in my hands!#or you can switch to full action in your hands and let someone else use the tv!!#pair that with modern hardware (in the size of a playstation instead of the size limitations of a switch)#and you'd get an AWESOME gaming experience!#i was so disappointed when the switch came out and it was just a DS+#anyway. deus ex is on the wii u and thats already on my list. what else
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#he's like. old posthumus. which is of course to say cym—#for legal reasons though i'm not in love with him i just think he's a good character#i dont really remember him having a personality in f&b but he's such an influential figure in the dance it adds a lot to give him depth#the fact that he really does NOT want to be in this story (which i think noah pointed out is the case for everyone)#like i doubt he's going to really acknowledge his own agency in marrying alicent.. he's like ho hum.. what choice do i have#which i think is such an interesting trait in a show/universe that's ostensibly about taking power by brute force#(i mean that's how got has been marketed not that that's really what's going on)#i dont think viserys wants to acknowledge he has power! daemon says he's weak but i think viserys WANTS to think he's weak#aemma's death was something that happened TO him not something he played a role in#(i guess she was going to die no matter what but he continued to try for an heir)#idk i love the flop boring targs they're so fun—viserys i and ii and jahaerys ii#jaehaerys i was like A Big Deal but he kinda counts by virtue of being a certified nice guy#anyway that's about all i can contribute to the discourse. love tha event love reading other people talk abt them#*RHAECENT not 'tha event'#hotd#my posts
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*ೃ༄ day 12! time is flying! question: is anyone dressing up for halloween/what are you gonna be? 💖 wc: 1.5k *ೃ༄
“Hmph…” You flop over on the sofa, scrolling on your phone has become boring too. Your head craning uncomfortably on the armrest and glaring at the door down the hall. He’s been in his office for most of today working. Always on the phone or doing important things. It’s like you barely get to see him even when he’s home all day. Even when you wanted to have lunch with him, he got a call halfway through and had to go back to his multiple screens. You guess that’s just the life of a CEO. Always in meetings. Always with someone wanting his time. Guess you’re on that list too, but you want his time for other reasons. Other activities.
You also notice how serious he’s been the past few weeks. Maybe there’s some big deal going on or something but you can tell it’s stressing him out. And he needs a break. He can’t even break to catch the new episode of the show you’ve both been watching. Instead you have to sleepily give him a rundown of what happened in the episode when you’re both in bed. But he’s beyond exhausted by that point, half asleep already and can hardly remember it in the morning. When will it ever end?
You get up from the couch, walking down the hall to his door. Pressing your ear to the glass and listening. Hearing his deep delicious voice on the other side. Muffled so you can’t make out the words but you can hear the tone and timbre. Mmm…
You sigh, letting the mischievous and responsible parts of your mind battle. Should you bother him or let him keep working? Well it would hardly be bothering him if you’re kissing him or massaging his tense shoulders, you think. You just want to be near him.
Carefully, quietly, you push the door open. The little swish of the hinges moving open. Peeking in and seeing his broad back, sitting at his desk. The dress shirt stretched tight over his shoulder blades. He always dresses so nice even when he’s working from home. Makes sense since he has lots of international video and holograph calls that he has to make. He’s on the phone…
“Yes, I think we can do that… well it depends on his schedule, if he wants this done within the next quarter or sometime after that… I’d have to talk with our West Coast offices and check in there…”
His voice is so deep and sexy. Even when he’s talking about boring stuff. He does glance back, he does hear the door open. Seeing you coming into his office. A welcome surprise but this is a call he can’t just hang up. Through his peripherals he can see you looking at a few things on the shelves, looking out the window. Smiling a bit to himself. It’s clear you’re just in here to be in here. But focusing back on his work.
“I can check on our end and see what sort of output we’re expecting for the next year. It’ll all depend on the market and competition in the area as always… just-just hold on one minute, Bill… okay…” He turns to you, a hand over the receiver, whispering. “Do you need something, baby?” He asks softly.
You look over at him, tucking your hands into the sleeves of your hoodie. Shaking your head and smiling at him, not getting the hint to leave. “No…”
He smiles. He doesn’t want to tell you to go. But it does distract him when you’re here and he’s trying to focus. “Okay.” He whispers, conceding and going back to his phone call. “Yeah, Bill I’m here…”
You’re frustrated. Thinking to yourself, what would it take for him to hang that phone up right now and give you his attention? All of it. Thinking and watching the side of his face as he talks. The bridge of his nose, how his dark eyebrows move when he’s talking, his tongue dancing along his lip when he’s listening to the other end, waiting for his turn to speak. What would it take?
You start by easing your slippers off. Stepping out of them, your socked feet on the chilly floor. Then pulling your arms out of your hoodie. One arm out then the next. Lifting the material over your head and off.
“I think that sounds reasonable, we can definitely do something like that…” He continues… not looking your way.
The next to go is your shirt, pulling your arms out of the short sleeves and maneuvering it off of your body. The sun through the window glowing on your skin. Practically making you sparkle and shine. He keeps talking on the phone, his head down in notes. Seriously, nothing?
The next thing to go is your pants. The yoga pants you’ve been lounging around in all day. Bending down and pushing them down. Letting them pool at your feet on the floor and stepping out of them. Flailing your feet around to get the material to fall off. Almost all your skin showing now.
Finally. Finally! He looks over. Doing a double take, eyes raking you up and down, looking at you over his hand cupping his chin in thought. “Mhm…” He hums into the phone. Eyes on your thighs, your tummy. All the way down and then up. “Yes…”
You’ve got some of his attention now. Turning around and showing off your ass. In that underwear he bought you. It’s not lingerie but it’s cottony and soft and he loves you in it. “Uh yeah…” He blinks, turning back and trying to focus on his notes. On the call.
Damn it. So close.
You sigh. Nothing.
Sigh again. Sighing louder so you know he can hear you. “Hahhh…” Crossing your arms. And he finally looks over again. A pleading look in his eyes. Gesturing to the phone by his ear. Leaning back in his seat and listening to the other end. “Yeah well I’ll talk to the assistants there and have that… arranged when the time comes…”
You smile. Knowing you’ve got him on the line. Now to reel him in. Your hands go back, gripping the clasps of your bra. And he sits up straighter. Shaking his head at you. His look turning to warning.
You pout at him, undoing the clasps and your breasts fall a bit lower and more free. Cupping the material over your tits and pulling the straps down. The only thing holding it up is under your control. “No…” He mouths, shaking his head and waving his finger dismissively. Like scolding a child. A child who’s being naughty and knows she is. He looks away again and you stomp your foot on the floor with a thud. Like an angry bunny. He instantly looks back. Now you’re being a brat. Swiveling in his seat and his eyes narrowing at you.
“Yeah, Bill, whatever your team decides, we’ll combine it with our quarterly summary and present it to the shareholders for the meeting…” He says. Teeth clenched and he doesn’t even realize. His words are going through the phone but his tone is going right to you. Scolding you indirectly for your behavior.
That look in his eyes, the way he’s getting all riled up. You let go, letting your bra fall to the floor. Tits bouncing naturally down. Perked from the excitement and anticipation. Smiling at him.
He’s not looking at your face anymore, that’s for sure. Swallowing hard and finding it hard to remember anything that Bill guy is saying. “I-I’m sorry can you repeat that, I think the line got... cut off…”
You decide to put on a show. Pressing your boobs up and together in your hands, your arms over your head and swaying from side to side letting them ungulate for him. “Mhm…” He hums, leaning forward in his seat and thoroughly entertained. The words in his ear are long forgotten when he’s watching you like this. Almost naked and so pretty. Your plush tummy and hips spilling over your curves, love handles begging to be squeezed and caressed, tits perfect and round and he can imagine holding them in his hand, how perfectly they fit. How perfect everything about you is.
The last to go is your underwear. Bending down and pushing them down in one motion. Kicking them off and turning around. Bare ass and naked in front of him. In front of the window too. The sun beating down on your perfect skin like a spotlight on your convincing performance. “Baby, come on....” He whispers, features quirked, pinching the bridge of his nose and forcing himself to try and look away, knowing that Bill can probably hear him. Pleading and begging with his eyes.
“Are you gonna fuck me or what?” You turn around, bending over and giving him a look at the candy between your thighs. Laughing and looking up at him through your legs.
And he’s springing out of his seat. Pressure in his work pants straining against the zipper. Finishing up with his call real quick. It’s surprising how easy it is. Just needed the right bait.
“Alright Bill well I got a call waiting, I’ll email you the reports and we can talk next week… okay thanks… yeah thanks… okay bye.” The phone hits the desk, sliding across his papers and notes and he’s crossing the distance to you as soon as he can. Scooping you up, thick strong arms around your waist from behind and carrying you out the door. Pulling a squeal of surprise from your throat and giggles all the way down the hall.
“That was real cute, baby…” He huffs, shaking his head, kicking the bedroom door open. “Real cute…”
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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ'ꜱ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ˳༄꠶
Summary: Your captain loves nothing more than spending the night with you in his bed! Although, he wishes that you weren't so hellbent on keeping this thing a secret... A drabble semi-inspired by Touch My Body by Mariah Carey only it's much more intimate and less playful. Author's note: the amount of brainrot I've been having over Yami omfg 😭 😭 I've been OBSESSED with Black Clover and it's possibly worse than JJK... speaking of, I know this doesn't include the JJK crowd, but a girl can still explore her interests!! This also might be very ooc for Yami but IDGAF this is my perception of him. IDGAF if this flops I JUST NEED HIM TO FUCK ME ALL NIGHT LONG!!!!! Pairing: Yami Sukehiro x fem!reader CW: gentle sex, pet names, praising
🪽 Nσɯ ρʅαყιɳɠ…
"Thwap. Thwap. Thwap."
╰┈➤ Those were the sounds that were echoing throughout the Captain's quarters, and there was no way one could mistake them for the sound of anything but Captain Yami's thick, monstrous cock thrusting in and out of you.
"Y-Yami~ Captain Yami~" you gasped, looking over your shoulder at the Captain of the Black Bulls as he fucked--no, made love to you. For a guy who weighed close to 230 pounds, he could be quite gentle with you in bed.
And he had to be, because there was no way that he could harm his pretty little Bull, not when he A. needed you to go out on a mission soon and B. desperately wanted your trust. The latter reason was his cover for going slow if asked about it, at least, because the real reason was much more embarrassing for the prideful captain to admit.
He was in love with you, of course! He's actually had a crush on you ever since he saw you, but he'd never admit to it; he had a reputation to uphold.
"There you go, you've got it, sweets," he said in that deliciously husky voice of his as he gripped your hips and moved you back and forth on his girth. "Fuck, I don't even know how I could repay you for this, pretty girl... letting some big, ugly brute like me have a sweet taste of your body," he murmured, leaning down and pressing sweet kisses to your neck. "Don't even know why you'd agree to see me in private and let me do you in like this, you're way too fucking amazing for me," he thought aloud with a dry chuckle. Even in the throes of passion, he still found a way to be self-deprecating.
"Y-You're not ugly, S-Suke- gah~!" you gasped, feeling him press the head of his cock against your sweet spot for a few moments.
"Whatever you say, princess," he chuckled, relishing the feel of your spongy spot against his tip. "Fuuuck, looks like I found your sweet spot, eh? I'll make sure to make it even sweeter," he added, pulling your hips closer and thrusting as deep as he possibly could.
You buried your face in the pillows that he'd bought for your comfort, much too embarrassed by the sounds you were making. "I don't want my captain losing any sleep when there's missions to be completed," was what you told him when you were at the market.
So sweet to him, was what he first thought. Even when you were practically insulting him with your "compliments," he could still see right through the prickliness and find the gooey inside of your words. He'd never had anyone care for him like this--not since the Wizard King was his captain, and that was because the King had a weird obsession with his dark magic. Sure, you were bound by the respect expected of a captain's subordinate, but you took it a step further and personally cared for him.
He knew it from the moment you joined the Black Bulls and showed what you were made of that he'd somehow get you in his arms & his bed, and when that day came, it was the happiest day of his life, because now he could make sweet, sweet love to you every single night. Even when you complained and made a fuss about it, he could just throw you over his shoulder and carry you to his bedroom.
His sheer strength came in handy, because now he was giving you deep, steady strokes, his thick, tanned cock rubbing against your walls deliciously, making you feel things you didn't think were humanly possible
For such a brute, he could be so sweet, but that was because he wanted to repay you for your sweetness.
"Hey, pretty, don't hide your face from me," he crooned, gently grabbing your chin mid-stroke and making you look at him. He smiled fondly when he caught the unabashed love and lust in your eye, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I wanna see my pretty when I make her eyes roll back in her head."
There was it, that cocky streak that he had.
His cockiness could be justified, though; with the sounds you were making, one could imagine that you were ascending to heaven.
"D-Don't tease m'like that, Y-Yami, you know how... flustered I get," you whimpered, stuttering while trying to make your thoughts known. It was so impossible to speak or even think properly with the way he was digging into your guts.
"I know, I know, pretty, but good god is it amazing to see you melt away when I fuck your pretty brains out," he said, the words flowing off his tongue like honey.
He leaned down again and pressed his lips to yours this time, his huge arms wrapping around you even tighter and holding you to him. Was it blatant favoritism? Yes; was it probably going against the rules? Also yes; but neither of you cared, not even a little right now.
Not when he could make his subordinate moan his name over and over again when he made her cum.
His abs flexed and relaxed, his pecs felt hard and soft against your back, and you were just loving every single second of this. No matter how bratty or prickly you got with him, there was nothing like having him dick you down every single night without a care in the world, knowing that you could come to him any time you needed some stress relief or a shoulder to cry on or a dick to ride on. Looking at you now while he sat up straighter, hand still on your head and guiding you back and forth on his cock, he smiled softly once more. In that moment of sweet, unabashed bliss, Yami Sukehiro vowed to someday make you his officially, to show the world that you were his prized girlfriend, the woman who made his heart melt every time he so much as sensed your Ki.
His thoughts were interrupted by that familiar feeling of you squeezing and spasming around his thick pole. "Y-Yami, please-"
"I know, baby, I've got you, I've got you. Yami's got you," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you softly on the lips, his nose burying in your hair and sighing softly. "C'mon, cum on your captain's cock."
Those words were enough to make you arch your back and throw your head back with a loud, heavenly moan, babbling out his name while tears flowed down your cheeks.
"There we go, thaaat's it, cum on m'cock like I know you wanna," he cooed a bit louder this time. Watching and feeling you cum around his cock never got old, and it was enough to make him cum as well with a raspy grunt. "Shit, baby, you got me cumming so soon. I was gonna wait, but, oh well; might as well say fuck it," he said after emptying his balls into your eager hole.
He sighed a sigh of relief once his orgasm passed, and he pressed several kisses to your neck while chuckling softly. "Goddamn it, princess--I fuckin' love you."
"Love you too, Yami," you murmured, too fucked out of your head to even process the aftermath of your heavenly orgasm.
"I know you do," he whispered, rolling you over and kissing you. He kissed your lips over and over again, his cock still buried deep inside of you. "One day, I swear to god, I'll show the world how much I love you. Make all those other uptight captains wish that they had what we have."
Possibly the best part of your night was when you fell asleep in his arms, his body entirely entangled with yours all sweaty and sticky. No matter how sticky you were, he would never give a shit about it. He'd hold you just the same.
"So pretty when you sleep," he said with a soft kiss to the forehead.
Your dear friend and fellow Black Bull, Vanessa, didn't miss the soft glow that graced your gorgeous features when you made your way into the dining hall and to breakfast. "Good morning," you said to everyone with a smile on your face, grabbing a plate and getting the food that you were in need of.
"Is it just me, or is she way nicer than she normally is?"
"Right? Her mood's usually worser than Yami's, especially in the morning..."
"It must be nice to be in love," Vanessa sighed, setting aside her bottle of alcohol for a moment. The other Bulls looked at Vanessa with confusion, the observation making them look at each other as well.
"The hell is she talkin' about?"
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'Why creatives are seeking residuals' - thread by Stefanie Williams
[Tweet thread by Stefanie Williams @/StefWilliams25
TRANSCRIPT:
Why creatives are seeking residuals vs. "do you pay the mattress maker every time you sleep on a mattress?" A thread. I keep hearing over and over again that writers/actors/creatives don't deserve residuals for the work they create. "If I build a bathroom in a house, I don't get paid every time someone uses the toilet."
TRUE! However, your bathroom build has a set market value. Art does not. No one knows what makes one TV show an overnight success, and another a flop. No one knows what makes one song a hit, and the other a dud. If they did, trust me when I say record companies would be churning out Taylor Swifts over and over again. Studios would be making nothing but Stranger Things.
But that isn't the case. No one could predict Stranger Things would be a massive, billion dollar hit. No one could predict Taylor Swift was going to be a world wide phenomenon who literally could record herself reading Aesop's Fables and make millions of dollars. Which is why residuals are important. The pay structure protects both the creators and the publishers/distributors.
The easiest way to explain it is by referencing an author writing a book. Sure, an author might get a very modest up front fee, but the author is banking on royalties to really make money on the book — for every book sold, the author gets a piece of the pie. This protects both the author and the publisher—because if the book is a flop, the publisher doesn't go broke on a financial promise they made to the author that didn't pan out, and if the book is a mega-hit, the author didn't give away a massive, million-dollar book for 20k.
It's a sliding scale that is required for a product that has no set market value. What makes an actor's work on a hit show more valuable than an actor's work on a show that gets canned after five episodes? The market value for art almost always comes after the fact, so residuals account for that reality. They make sure the creator get compensated at a fair market rate. A person who builds a bathroom knows, upfront, what the market rate for a bathroom is. That bathroom won't suddenly be worth 1000 times more than you built it for in six months. It doesn't have the potential to be built for 20k and generate 20 million.
Residuals are a pay structure that simply account for an unsure market value. Trust me, we all wish we could quantify art in terms of dollars. But art is unpredictable. So studios and streamers -- which literally REQUIRE content to stay viable -- have to account for that unpredictability. And for studios (or record labels, or book publishers) it's always trial and error. The only way to get a hit, is to go through a few flops.
For every Whitney Houston, there was a singer you never heard of. For every Sopranos, there was a show that got scrapped mid season. For every Titanic, there was a movie that bombed. For every Twilight, there was a book about vampires that went nowhere. Residuals are kind of a reverse market valuation. They pay a fair wage for a product than can only have a set value once it's been created and effectively consumed.
And even then, shit changes. Anyone think Kate Bush would spend weeks on the top of the charts in 2022? Residuals account for unpredictable markets. And in order to have accurate residuals, streamers and studios need to be transparent and open about their data, which is one of the MANY things the WGA and SAG are both fighting for.
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for the prompt party, how about: “i can’t help it, i feel so sleepy and cozy now.” with our fave blue eyed WSO?
💖 @callsignspark
A reason to write a sleepy, cozy, domestic Bob?!?! Don’t mind if I do, Elle! 🫶🏻 (ps I still owe you a birthday fic, but please accept this humble offering in the meantime!)
There were a lot of things you liked about Bob Floyd.
You liked that he’d made a point to read your favorite book when you’d first started dating, because he wanted understand the things that made you you.
You liked that he was the type of man to remember an offhand remark, it was as if he wanted to collect every crumb of you and nothing was too small to escape his notice. Like the time you mentioned being excited for summer fruit season, and he’d brought you a box of peaches from the farmers market the moment they’d arrived.
And you really liked the way he whispered the sweetest things as he fucked you into the mattress, the intoxicating sound of his baritone murmuring in your ear as he rendered you thoroughly boneless. His honeyed tongue was just as good at making you swoon as it did at making you come.
But one of the most unexpected things you’d learned about him since he’d become your boyfriend, was that he could not seem to make it past the first 40 minutes of a movie without falling asleep.
The two of you had sailed through that tentatively affectionate part of starting a new relationship, where every inch moved the two of you moved closer to each other felt like a new milestone.
From sitting a respectful distance, pinkies just barely touching, in the getting to know you stage. To sitting snuggled close with his arm over your shoulder, enjoying getting to be curled up against him because you could and he was yours. To straddling his lap, those big hands roaming everywhere, and missing whatever was on TV completely because close enough wasn’t close enough.
You’d been a big fan of each phase, but your favorite was easily when he was sprawled out on top of you like your own personal weighted blanket.
The first time he’d done it was after you’d made him your family’s favorite chicken soup recipe. The weather had just started to change, which in San Diego didn’t mean much, but you’d decided that since it was technically Fall it had been time to woo him with something warm.
He’d just finished doing the dishes, at his insistence, since you’d been the one to cook. You were lounging across the couch trying to find a movie to watch when he’d come over- with a groan and stretch that had revealed just a peek of skin- and flopped himself right on top of you, still ever careful in that way of his. All of his warmth, all of his sturdy weight pressing you into the cushions of your couch.
No one had ever made you feel as safe and secure as he did.
You were only a few minutes into the comedy you’d put on when you felt him stir, trying to sit up. “‘m sorry, honey, I’m probably squishing you.”
“I can take it,” you’d teased, with a wink before wrapping your arms and legs around him, keeping him in place.
He didn’t protest further, only inched himself over a little bit so that the couch was doing most of the work, while you combed your fingers through his hair.
The movie hadn’t even reached the half way point when you heard the first of his soft snores. You’d smiled to yourself and let the movie finish playing, not wanting to disturb him by reaching for the remote.
What you didn’t expect was for it to become a thing.
You thought it was a fluke the first time it had happened.
The second time it happened, you thought he might have been messing with you.
By the third, you were entirely amused.
When the two of you were curled up together on the couch, Bob was always slipping a hand under your shirt, his fingers idly tracing patterns onto your skin until slowly but surely they stopped moving at all. Usually right around the time you hear those first deep, slow breaths and quiet sighs of sleep.
But tonight, you’d decide to put your theory to the test. With your handsome blue eyed boy draped across you, you cued up a movie, stealthily starting the timer on your phone at the same time you’d clicked play.
And sure enough, around 33 minutes in those long fingers of his stopped their circling. And just past the 40 minute mark you’d heard that gentle snore.
You bite your lip, trying not to giggle. "Bob."
There's a long beat. “Hm.”
"Are you awake?” you ask, rubbing his back.
“Just resting my eyes.” It’s a sleepy mumble.
“Oh, really,” you muse. “Well then, can you tell me what just happened? It was pretty big plot twist.”
He lifts his head up, propping himself up on an arm to look at you.
“If you get me a couple minutes to google it I can,” he says with a sheepish smile.
You tip your head back and laugh, entirely and thoroughly charmed by him. “Is that what you’ve been doing after every movie night? Because I’ve been keeping track, and you sir, have yet to make it all the way through any of movies we’ve watched in the last few weeks.”
“Busted, huh?”
“Very. I had a theory and everything, backed with some serious scientific evidence,” you tease, brushing his hair back from his forehead.
Bob huffs a laugh, his ears a sweet shade of pink. “I can’t help it,” he says, doubling down and nuzzling his face into your neck, “I feel so sleepy and cozy now. You’re so soft and you smell really nice.”
Fond. You’re just so fond of him.
“Let’s make a deal,” you suggest, dropping a kiss to the top of his head. “As the official resident de facto cinephile in the relationship, I’ll handle all the movie related questions the next time we go to trivia night with your friends, sounds good?”
“You’ve got yourself a deal.” You feel his smile pressed against your neck.
“Ok, you can go back to ‘resting your eyes’. I’ll send you the wiki article for you to read later.”
He chuckles softly. “I love you, honey. You’re the best.”
You were already warm with him on you, but now it radiates all the way down to your toes. “I love you too.”
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Watcher seem to be making every single pitfall you can when establishing a new business from scratch
1. Someone already said this LA is like the worst place so start up a new business with limited funds. The cost of living, rent, and literally everything is too expensive to be sustainable without quick profit and growth.
2. They expanded far too quickly. The amount of employees and salaries for a company of their age and size is just not going to work.
3. Their content should not have had the apparently massive budget if they knew it was a financial risk with a large probability of not producing enough profit to offset the cost.
4. If they want to be like a tv network so bad they should’ve tired to create trial (CHEAP) shows with new personalities and talents to test the waters. Like actual TV networks (used to) do. Not some of their most expensive shows that have flop everytime they’ve tried to launch it.
5. MARKET RESEARCH!! Market research is the best friend to anyone trying to grow an audience. Feedback from a third party is so important when your job depends on a third party like this
6. TV Networks and streaming services depend on the casual viewer which are way easier to get on a well known platform.
7. Streaming services make booty trash money it’s a horrible business model.
I know everyone rags on business majors but has anyone at Watcher even like ever seen like a spread sheet?
#watcher#I’m tired rn so this could be complete nonsense#they also founded a company at like the worse time since Dec 31st 2007 so there’s also that
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