#and an artist that i loved a lot died and i can’t dream of having one of his paintings up in my room anymore

[thyholymistress]

just discovered that someone who has really helped me and my friends deal with a lot of stuff through their job has just changed where they work at and the fact that now we won’t be able to look forward to seeing him each week and open up with him and learn stuff thanks to him is rlly killing me. like. this person is one of the few cishet men other than my close blood relatives that i feel safe around. this man is one of the most genuine and kind and humble people i have ever met and has helped so many people and the fact that we won’t be able to see him anymore and we won’t be able to have fun together as a big loving group is killing me. i’m trying to look at all the memories and ideas that me and my friends have because of me but right now i’m rlly just a snotty teary blob of flesh and bones and blood because i can only see the negatives. i know this is kinda stupid writing it on a tumblr blog to a bunch of people i have never met except for like the three people that i’ve been calling my best friends ever since i was a baby, who also knew this man. but i feel like i’d rather throw it all out into oblivion than ignore it and bottle it up and be poisoned by it for years. it seems like the healthier option out of the two, even if neither is like that good. i’m sorry to all the people who follow me and my mutuals and stuff bc i know that this is 100% not what they followed me for yet i felt like it was better for me to write this on here than on my shitpost sideblog, this is somehow more personal to me i guess, since a lot of the stuff here is related to very personal experiences even if they’re just photos. again i’m sorry sorry sorry to be such a negative person rn i’m usually positive and see the best in people and all that but i guess that sometimes i also need to scream stuff into my cushion to feel better and that cushion is this post. anyways,

i hope everyone is having a good day today. you deserve it. i know that. and tomorrow will be my good day too. tomorrow will be good for all of us.

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ ｄｅｌｉｃａｔｅ ♡

♡ Pairing: body piercer!seungmin x chubby!fem!shopassistant!reader (w/ appearances by tattoo artist!stray kids)

♡ Genre: fluff/smut

♡ Summary: For the longest time you've dreamed of getting your belly button pierced but you always stop yourself, too shy about your weight to get it done. While working your usual shift at the tattoo shop the resident piercer offers to do it for you, with a bit of meddling from your best friend Changbin, though it turns out that he wants to give you a little or a lot more than just a piercing.

♡ Word Count: 4.7k-ish

♡ Warnings: reader has some insecurities about her weight, piercings (of course), you're getting your belly button pierced babe so yas there's a needle, strong language, kissing, body worship, unprotected sex, Seungmin has a lil dom moment, grinding, fingering, mirror sex, ass slapping, oral sex (f receiving), pet names (good girl), and otherwise fluffiness.

♡ A/N: Hello my loves, I wrote this as a comfort fic for anyone out there who may be struggling with a bad body image day or who might feel like sometimes that they aren't thin enough to wear/do what they want or get the person that they want. My point being that you're a badass bitch who can get whoever and do whatever. If anyone tells you differently they can eat dirt and tell them I said so, babes - xoxo

Saturday nights at the shop are always your favorite. It’s a little too loud, a little too hectic, but that’s the way you like it. On nights like these you never know who’s gonna step in from the glow of the neon signs and throw you for a loop.

Like the couple making out on one of the couches while they wait their turn to get matching inner lip tattoos. A decision they totally won’t regret when their two week long romance crashes and burns.

Or people like the guy on the phone insisting he come in for a tattoo you know for a fact all of your boys would die before they took on. 

“Look, man, I’m not judging you,” you say, judging him to the fullest extent, “It’s just that most of my guys aren’t gonna tattoo your di—”

“Delivery!” a friendly voice rings out in the lobby.

The front door dings, announcing the arrival of your usual delivery girl. She’s short and bubbly with a bag hooked in each of her wrists, filled to the brim with food. In a hurry as always, she sets them down on the desk in front of you and flashes a sweet smile before scurrying off to her next delivery. You respond with one of your own, hopping off the phone just in time to shout, “Have a good night!”

Without missing a beat, you scoop the bags up and head down the hallway off to your left. Bobbing your head along to the rock music blasting from the speakers overhead, you make your way to the main floor where tattoo guns are buzzing away. 

“Food’s here!” you announce but it’s too late. You’ve already been spotted and Jeongin’s swiping the bag from your right hand before you can dodge him. 

“Ooh, what’s for dinner?” he asks, already hard at work cruising through tonight’s options. 

“What?” Felix yells from the far side of the room. He’s hunched over his table, focused on finishing a tattoo of a butterfly on the ankle of a girl who’s much more interested in him than a tattoo. 

“She said food’s here!” Jeongin mumbles through a mouthful of food. He makes it a few steps back towards his station, hugging the bag like a newborn baby he’ll protect with his life, before Hyunjin intercepts him.

“Give it here!” Hyunjin demands, almost wrestling a stubborn Jeongin for the bag. 

You feel a tugging at the other bag and by the time you turn to see who it is, Minho’s already passing by with Chan, the bag secured in his hand.

Minho digs through it, frowning, “Fuck, they forgot my sauce again.”

“Christopher, can you control your children before they scare off our customers?” you shout after Chan as he grabs his food and settles down at his station. 

Chan leans back in his chair, kicking his feet up. Checking his watch, he grins, “Can’t sorry. I’m on break.”

You roll your eyes, letting out a huff of frustration. Sometimes the real headache isn’t the weird customers, it’s the guys you work for, but you love them so if there ever were a headache you could tolerate this would be it. 

Turning to head back up front, you stop dead in your tracks when you realize that one of the first people to swarm you for dinner hardly looked your way. Backtracking you spot the stray, Seo Changbin, locked in on an intricate chest tattoo and Han laying across his table, whining like this tattoo wasn’t his idea to begin with. 

You skip over to Changbin’s station, quietly admiring the piece over his shoulder. It’s a compass. Highly detailed. Clean lines. The same flawless work you always expect of him. 

“Aah, you’re trying to kill me” Han says, turning to you for sympathy, “He’s trying to kill me.”

Changbin groans, paying him no mind. “Hey, I wouldn’t have agreed to do this if I knew you’d be such a baby about it. 

Han pouts, poking his lip out, “I am not a baby.”

You giggle, shifting to the other side of the table to get a better look. 

“You are such a baby” you tease, poking his lip back in, “It looks really good. Totally worth the pa—oh my god. When did you get that?”

Your gaze drifts from the tattoo and down Han’s torso where shiny, stainless steel jewelry adorns his belly button. 

“A week ago, maybe two?” Han smiles, happy that you noticed. “You like it?”

“Ugh, I love it” you gush, eyes lit up at the sight of it. “I wish I could get one but I can’t.”

Han seems more excited than you at the mention of it. “Why not? You should get one!”

You freeze, unsure how you want to answer this question. You’re mortified of the possible awkwardness of the truth but you’ve been best friends with these guys far too long to lie to them. 

“Well, I haven’t lost enough weight yet to get one but when I do—”

Changbin stops tattooing, shutting his gun off to stare into your soul. “What did I tell you about that? You’re beautiful how you are. Isn’t she beautiful the way she is?”

He poses the question to someone over your shoulder and, as the figure rounds the corner, your heart almost stops beating.

“Hmm? Yeah” Seungmin, the sole piercer in the shop, nods sipping a drink through one of those cute twisty straws. You find pretty much everything the man does attractive but there’s something especially adorable about this. 

He disappears into his room with a simple wave and a nod that makes you weak in the knees. Every guy here is like a brother to you but Seungmin? He’s different. You’ve been head over heels for him, utterly at his mercy, since he started working here.

As far as you know he doesn’t have a girlfriend but you haven’t figured out how to decipher his trademark grumpiness enough to tell if he has a thing for you too. Far too terrified to make the first move, you’ve settled for drooling over your dark haired puppy dog eyed lover from afar. 

Han nudges you with his elbow, struggling to hold back his laughter, “Ooh, you like him.”

You’re about to knee him in the side but he’s saved by Changbin’s execution of a plot he concocted mere seconds ago. You hadn’t noticed that mischievous look on his face but you have now and you don’t like it one bit. 

“Seungmin!” he calls out, flicking his gun on and getting back to work. 

Seungmin appears in the doorway, more preoccupied with his phone than anything Changbin has to say. 

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Got time to do a belly button piercing real quick?”

“Depends” Seungmin shrugs, finally looking up from his phone, “Who’s asking?”

“Changbin, no” you mouth, only to be ignored. 

Changbin points to you, bubbling with joy at his evil plan. Seungmin folds his tattooed arms across his chest, looking you up and down.

Suddenly you’re second guessing what you wore today. Some combat boots and a short black dress with lace accents. It’s tight enough to highlight your shape but loose enough to flow a bit when you walk. Is it enough? Is it too much? Why are you even thinking about this?

“You?” Seungmin asks, raising a curious eyebrow. 

Fidgeting with the silver heart locket on your necklace, you muster up the courage to actually face him. 

“I was just, uh, I was thinking about it but I’m working so…”

Changbin chimes in, not letting you weasel your way out so easily, “Jeongin can watch the front desk”

“I don’t even have any jewelry picked out.”

“He has emergency jewelry back there. Don’t you, Seungmin?

Seungmin glances back into his room to check, “I’ve got something for her and my next appointment canceled so I have time if she really wants it.”

With no way out, you take a step towards his room, hesitating for a moment. Seungmin gives you a half smile, more than he offers most people. “Come on. I don’t bite.” Not that you’d be mad if he did. 

Giving in, you push forward, glancing over your shoulder to give Changbin a look that says he’ll pay for this later. Seungmin steps aside, patiently waiting for you to enter his room before shutting the door behind you. You jump a little when the door clicks shut and you hear him laughing at you.

“Nervous?”

“Me? Nervous? No way.” 

You’re lying and he can tell. When you spend your time doing dozens of piercings a day you get good at reading people. Plus the way you’re trembling doesn't exactly make it hard to tell what you’re feeling. 

“Well you’ve got nothing to worry about. I’ll take care of you, okay?” he reassures you, placing a comforting hand on your forearm. His thumb strokes your inner wrist and suddenly your body's electric.

“Uh, yeah, for sure” you nod, your voice light and airy. 

Seungmin gently squeezes your arm, heading over to his closet to search for something. After a few seconds he pulls out a small fuzzy blanket with a cute Halloween pattern on it. 

“I need you to pull your dress up for the, well, you know” he says, opening the blanket up for you, “But if you’re not comfortable you can cover up with this.” 

“Oh, thanks. That’s really sweet of you.” You try not to seem too impressed, taking the blanket as he turns his back to you, busying himself by doing some prep. 

Hiking your dress up over your stomach, you tuck the blanket around your waist to cover your legs. Staring down at the way your soft belly pokes out, your brain goes into crisis mode. You’d imagined yourself half dressed in a room with Seungmin but this was far easier in your fantasies than in real life. You feel so vulnerable, one of your biggest insecurities laid bare, but there’s no turning back now. You’re in this. 

“So, are you gonna tell me what all that was about?” Seungmin asks, careful not to catch even the slightest peek at you before you’re ready. 

“All of what?” you stutter, your mind temporarily going blank. “Oh, that with Changbin? That was just, I don’t know, I’ve been wanting this for a while but I was putting it off…for reasons.”

“Because you don’t think you’re ‘Beautiful the way you are’?”

You cringe at his question, wishing Changbin hadn’t used such a cliche phrase. You squint your eyes, staring into the distance, imagining all the ways you’ll torture him for getting you into this. 

“It’s not that” you deny, gearing up for another lie but you back down yet again, “It’s kinda that. I don’t know. I’m not really a girl with a flat stomach.”

Seungmin snaps on a pair of black gloves, “Can I turn around now?”

“Mmhmm” you nod, your dress gathered in a tight fist of fabric above your stomach.

He spins around, pulls up a chair, and flops down in front of you in one fluid motion. He twirls a black marker in one hand, popping the top off with his teeth.

“Who told you that you had to be a girl with a flat stomach?” he asks, inspecting your belly button for the perfect spot. “I like your stomach. I think it’s cute.”

The compliment has the heat formerly warming your cheeks spreading through your entire body. You let out an involuntary giggle and he cracks a smile, a full one this time. The first of its kind in shop history. 

“You don’t have to say that to be nice.”

Seungmin marks a point, grabbing a hand mirror to show it to you, “You like it? Yeah? Good. Up on the table.”

You hop up on the table and assume the position. Straight out on your back, hands at your sides. You see it every day. No instruction needed. 

“I wasn’t being nice by the way” he says, that handsome face sliding up next to you. “It is cute. You’re…you’re really cute.”

Feeling himself begin to blush, he slips out of view to sterilize the area and get the needle ready.

“I’m sorry if that was weird. Was that weird?” he rambles, mostly to himself. 

Today’s full of firsts. You’ve never seen him nervous before, you never expected to, but the man’s ears are turning red and he can barely string a sentence together. 

“It’s not weird, Seungmin. You’re really cute too” you say, despite your own nervousness. You’ve been waiting so long to say that. It’s a relief to finally get it out. 

“Now you’re just saying that.”

“I’m not. I do think you’re cute. I always have” you confess, “I just never said anything cause I didn’t think you’d like me."

Pinching your skin with a set of forceps, he aligns the needle with the tiny mark above your belly button, “Deep breath in.”

You take a deep breath in and the needle pops through like butter. You feel a quick sting followed by a rush of adrenaline. He slips the jewelry through so seamlessly you hardly feel it and you’re all done. 

“Are you crazy? I’ve liked you forever. Was it not obvious?” he asks, popping off his gloves and taking your hand to sit you up. 

“What? No. It wasn’t obvious. Was it supposed to be?”

Seungmin pauses, truly reflecting upon his attempts at flirting. “I tell you ‘Good morning’ every morning. I tell everyone else to kiss my ass.” 

“So romantic” you joke before noticing how sincere he is about it. 

You instantly wonder if he’s stared at you before the way he does now. The truth is that he has, maybe not in the most obvious moments but every chance he gets. When you’re running late in the morning, hurrying in with iced coffee to win everyone’s sympathy. When you’re all hanging out at Minho’s place and you’re rambling with Han about the dramas you’ve been watching. Or when you’re all out having drinks and you’re simply existing. He has those same stars in his eyes that he does now. Every. Single. Time. 

Realizing how hard he must be staring, he backs his chair up, giving you enough room to move around. Riding high on the thrill of actually going through with your piercing—your thoughts jumbled up by the knowledge that these feelings are mutual—you hop up to check yourself out in the mirror with not a thought given to the fact that the blanket has slipped off.

So here you are, twirling around in front of the mirror with your dress proudly held up. Plush thighs kissing each other. Lacey black panties on full display. A dazzling piece of jewelry dangles from your belly button and your stomach does the happiest jiggle as you delight in your reflection. 

“You like it?” Seungmin asks, coming closer to get a better look.  

“I love it. It’s so pretty” you beam, your gaze drawn to something shifting in the reflection.

Seungmin isn't watching you the same way he was anymore. There are notes of something reminiscent of the former innocence and awe but it’s something different entirely. It’s intense enough that you can feel the air shift in the room. The brown of his eyes seemingly grows deeper the longer he takes in your figure. 

“You can’t look at me like that” you say, your breathing growing shallow as you begin to lose yourself in what you see in the mirror. Watching him watching you. 

“You don’t want me to?” he asks, patiently awaiting your answer.

You don’t feel rushed or pressured. His patience is genuine but his eyes never leave you. They never leave you to question if that look of longing is dedicated to you or not.

You take a deep breath, making one last twirl to face the man that has your pulse racing a mile a minute. It isn’t just the way he watches you that has you on the verge of soaking through your new panties. It’s the way he sits in his chair, slightly tilted back, arms resting on his legs. It’s like he’s waiting for you, that little grin on his lips daring you to come take a seat. 

“I want you to” you say softly enough that you’re unsure if he heard you. 

Seungmin glides closer to you in his chair, stopping when his knees barely graze your legs. He leans forward, fingertips tracing the outline of your thighs, “You want me to what?”

As he asks the question, his breath tickles the surface of your skin and you shiver at the sensation.

“I want you to…aah” you gasp as his hands grip the tender flesh of your ass, pulling you in close enough for his lips to meet your stomach. He kisses it carefully and lovingly, taking his time to let his mouth and hands explore all of the softest, fluffiest parts of you. 

“You want me to…what?” he asks, tugging you down into his lap, his lips still wet from kissing your body. It makes it all the more tempting to kiss him. Surrendering to your impulses, you pull him into a kiss so ravenous and full of need that it leaves his head spinning in the best way. 

You were meant to come in here for a piercing. That was it. Now you’re straddling his lap with your fingers in his hair while his tongue’s halfway down your throat.

Slipping his hands back under your dress, he rests them on your hips, pressing you down into his lap to show you just how hard you've gotten him. Your panties are more soaked than you notice, making the material thin enough that you can feel it all. The thickness of his cock, the texture of his pants, grinding against your sensitive core, bumping your clit each time he raises his hips.

A moan escapes your lips. A weak, cute little thing that only makes him want you more. He breaks from the kiss, charting a course down your neck to tease the curves of your breasts with his tongue. 

“Who told you that you could be this sexy?” 

“I don’t know” you giggle, a small glimmer of your former shyness coming through, “I could ask you the same thing.”

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he tilts you just enough to give him the space to stroke your clit through your panties, forcing more and more of those sensual moans to pour out of you. 

“Just promise me you won’t stop” Seungmin begs, tucking your panties to the side to pet your dripping slit. “Keep being this sexy…this fucking cute…this—fuck.” He sinks his fingers into your core and you swallow them up eagerly, clenching tightly around them. 

You throw your head back, your back arched in pleasure. You know without looking that he’s watching you again. You know he’s getting off on how your breasts bounce each time you grind down onto his fingers, your pussy so wet that his whole hand’s slick with your juices. 

Seungmin navigates your body like magic, picking up on your most tender spots and knowing just when to hit them to make you tremble the way you did when you first stepped into this room. 

Cradling his cheeks in your palms, you come face to face with him, and say to him in the sweetest tone, “Fuck me already.”

Taking you into his arms, he sweeps you up out of the chair, and sets you down on the edge of the table. 

“Oh god, I didn’t know you could do that” you gasp, stunned that he could pick you up. You knew that Seungmin was fit, something more than obvious by the toned body your eyes are graced with when he pulls his shirt off. But fit enough to pick you up like you’re nothing? Now that you didn’t expect. 

“What? You didn’t expect me to be strong? I’m hurt” he pouts, pretending to be offended but not too offended to help you wiggle your dress up over your head. 

You slide back on the table and right out of your panties. “Get up here and I’ll make it better.” 

You spread your legs and he’s right in between them, leaving a trail of kisses behind as he makes his way up to a pussy wet enough to glisten in the glow of the overhead light. He can’t resist having a taste, humming at the deliciousness of your arousal dancing on his taste buds.

The tip of his tongue meets your clit, flicking it slowly at first then picking up an unforgiving speed. Your hands find his hair again and you’re writhing on the table, choking back moans with your fingers tangled in the back of his head.

The slurping sounds that fill the room make you want to cum right now. In his mouth. Down his chin. All over that gorgeous face of his. And he’d welcome it happily. Beg you to give him more even. That’s how badly he wants you. How badly he’s always wanted you. 

Seungmin’s mouth deserts you unexpectedly, leaving your walls spasming and your stiffened bud twitching in his absence. “Add that to the list of things you can’t stop doing” he whispers, crawling on top of you.

You’re beautiful from any angle, there’s not one he can think of where you aren’t, but this has to be his favorite. You look so perfect underneath him. Right where you should be. 

“Getting eaten out?” you ask, planting a kiss on his shiny pink lips. 

“I meant tasting so good but…” he muses, the head of his cock throbbing at your entrance, “I can make sure that happens too.”

That first bit of contact, the very first time you feel his cock raw against your pussy, has you purring. Seungmin feeds you just the tip at first, stretching you out little by little, loving everything about how your body reacts to him. Running your nails across his back, you raise your hips, whining for more. 

“What are you whining for, baby?” Seungmin teases, giving you one inch after another, “Is this it? This what you want?” 

“Aah, yes, I want it. More please. Please” you plead, your eyes growing glossier the wider you’re stretched. 

It crosses his mind to spend more time teasing you just a little bit, it’s in his nature to be a bit of an asshole after all, but you feel way too good to play games with. You fit him like a glove and with every thrust he becomes more and more convinced that you must’ve been made for him. 

“You’re so perfect” he praises, massaging your curves, “Fuck, I love your body. Your face. Your everything.”

Soaking in the praise and the ecstasy of his length dragging along the ridges of your core, you could swear that you were glowing and, actually, you are. Glowing in his adoration and, courtesy of an accidental glimpse of yourself in the mirror, a fair share of your own. 

Seungmin catches you looking at yourself and smiles, pounding into you harder. “Don’t look away” he instructs, holding your head in place, “Have you ever seen how pretty you are when you cum?”

“N…no” you manage, biting down on your bottom lip to keep from screaming at the tremors each thrust sends through your body. 

“Good, we’ll see it for the first time together then.”

Using his free hand, he grips one of your thighs, pressing your leg back so that he feels even deeper than before. The force is powerful enough that you feel it in your chest, vibrating down to your fingertips.

You can’t take your eyes off of your reflection, he won’t let you. Your body moves so beautifully when he’s fucking you that he needs you to see it how he does. You need to see the way your tits bounce and your hips jiggle as the tension builds up inside of you and you’re choking back moans with his name on the tip of your tongue. 

Seungmin doesn’t need you to tell him how close you are. Your body gives him every cue he needs. The tightening of your muscles. The stuttering of your breath. The legs wrapped around his waist, making sure he keeps punishing your sweet spot, pushing you further and further to your breaking point. 

“Mmm, coming. I’m coming” you moan, letting your high wash over you. 

He kisses you on the cheek, refusing to let up on you. “Look at you, coming all over my cock” he coos, committing every face you make to memory, “Such a good girl.” 

The vision of you is almost too much. Your legs spread out, your brain all fuzzy, your body overstimulated, and your juices pooling on the table below. He can’t hold back anymore. He can’t ignore the tightness and the warmth of your velvet walls fluttering around him. 

“Oh fuck” he hisses, pulling out just in time to coat your swollen pussy in a thick glaze of his cum. It’s hot and tingly on your clit, tickling as it drips between your folds. 

You stroke his back, comforting him on his way down from his high and he does the same for you, his fingertips running up and down your thighs. The room falls into silence. Not an awkward one but one of comfort. One where you hold each other as long as you want. Not minding the heavy breathing or the sweaty bodies. Just enjoying being together before it dawns on the two of you that you’re both still at work. 

“Shit, shit, shit! The front desk is definitely on fire by now”  you fuss, rushing to throw your clothes back on. 

Seungmin’s not nearly in as much of a rush as you are. He’s having too much fun watching you freak out to care about if there's a bunch of agitated customers waiting up front or not. 

Grabbing you by the wrist, he spins you into a hug that calms you down in an instant. 

“So what if it is?” he asks, brushing your hair out of your face, “I have to ask you something important first.”

“Important? Important like what?”

“Important like I know we don’t close until 2am tonight but could I see you after, maybe?"

You shrug, acting like you don’t care when you’re literally screaming on the inside, “I guess so.” 

“It’s like that? You ‘guess’ so?”

Seungmin slaps your ass and draws you into a kiss that has you ready to drop your panties for him for a second time. 

“Fine. I more than guess. I’d love to see you later” you blush, playfully pinching his cheeks, “I’ll wait for you up front then?”

He nods, getting one last squeeze out of you before turning you loose. “Let me see it one more time.”

Knowing exactly what he means, you take a step back to flash him your new piercing. 

“Yup, still very hot” he winks, casually leaning against the table he just fucked your brains out on. 

You smooth your dress back out, giggling as you skip back out onto the floor to find that everyone’s staring at you. Machines are buzzing but no one’s actually doing any work. Even the customers are staring at you waiting to see what happens next. 

Clearing your throat, you hold your head high, and march across the floor. You manage to hide your excitement just long enough to make it back to the hallway where your joyful squeals can flow freely. You can’t remember the last time you felt this excited about something. About someone. About yourself.

You aren’t too big for a belly button piercing. It looks sexy as fuck on you, you must admit. And you aren’t too big for Seungmin who happens to look sexy as fuck on you too. You feel beautiful the way you are, truly, and there’s a boy sitting at his station, too busy thinking about you to get anything done, that thinks so too. 

[mitskinaturalbang]

Title: Gentle Wings for a Nervous Dog

Find artist here: @thestarsmakemedream-art

Find author here: @cowboylikecas 

Song: Cop Car

Posting date: April 24th

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Castiel/ Dean Winchester

Any archive tags: None

Main Tags: Alternative Universe - Canon Divergence, Season 15 Divorce Arc, But they are friends with benefits to make things even more complicated, Case Fic of Sorts, Angst with a Hopeful Ending, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort,  Cain/Colette parallels but no one dies at the end I promise, John Winchester A+ Parenting, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Animal Metaphors

Summary:

Dean has been a mess since Cas left the bunker but he’s not ready to face him just yet. In an attempt to quiet his mind after a tough hunt, he decides to work on a salt-n-burn in what appears to be the western town of his dreams. Turns out running away from your problems will often bring you closer than ever to them. 

Cas left the bunker two weeks ago and he’s been avoiding Dean ever since, but that doesn’t mean he can get him out of his mind. So when he hears about the ghost town in the news he can’t help but think about their time in Dodge City, just before everything went wrong. The last thing he expects is to find Dean there.

The town is not what it seems and it has lured them in, so they will have to work together to figure a way out (and try to figure themselves out in the process).

Note from the author:

Being part of this project has meant a lot to me. I have been reading destiel fics for quite a few years now, but I had never gathered the courage to publish my own work before. Mitski is one of my favorite artists, so when I first heard about the bang I realized I couldn’t miss the chance to participate in something so special.

The dog motif, which has become a recurrent theme in mitski’s music, always makes me think of Dean, so I figured the best company for a lonely dog would be a crow, as they are known to form lifelong bonds with humans despite being regarded as a bad omen in popular culture. Gemma’s beautiful art truly captures the way the dog and the crow echo in Cas and Dean’s relationship throughout the fic. 

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Find artist here: https://www.tumblr.com/thestarsmakemedream-art

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He got me on the first half, not gonna lie (CTT and SGMB). First impressions after first time listening MUSE by Mr. Park Jimin

How does he manage to make a cohesive album with those two songs and more, I DONT KNOW, but

The songs are meant to be listen one after the other I can’t explain how Rebirth BUILT the mood, thats a pretty good song right there, soooo good. Interlude did what it should do, keep it, and how did it keep it that I ENJOYED SGMB because couldn’t stop dancing and vibing, after just talking with someone earlier that I don’t “enjoy” happy and bright song that much, and here comes Park Jimin with his marching band and a dream and made me start twirling like crazy.

Slow Dance is good, I don’t care, they sounded good together and Sofia’s part was a welcomed addition. I will come back to her.

Be Mine:

MI GENTE LATINO! I am dying for a choreography. Let’s talk about HIS VOICE in those high notes, Jimin I LOVE YOU.

Who is FUN as fuck, melody catchy and suitable for a single. Although I would have died for a little more risk, a more pronounced break, btw. Sounds very commercial, but the talk about production will be later.

CTT you are old as f, I know you will never let me go and I spoke already that I was obsessed with the chorus 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️ very chill goodbye for his sophomore work.

I am so proud of Jimin as an artist. I only wish he can keep exploring, trying, succeeding nd failing until he finds his sound, and then failing and trying again because that makes a good and interesting musician🩵

Happy MUSE day, I enjoyed a lot. I appreciate him transmitting his positive feelings.

I never doubted you, J. I was just a little scared

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do you have any songs that remind you of dsmp characters? if so, please gimme

(also what is your favorite song/band/artist in general)

Tysm for the ask! I could literally talk about this for hours on end.

Favourite song/band/artist changes all the goddamn time but right now Scum by Lovejoy

In terms of characters you are opening a rabbit hole for me, buckle in.

Tommy

What Can I Do if The Fire Goes Out? By Gang Of Youths fits his exile arc, his relationship with Dream at the time as well as grieving Wilbur - “Do I throw my hopes in the fire? Do I throw my clothes in the fire? Do those things grow in the fire, or burn just to keep me compliant?”

Worried About Ray by The Hoosiers gives Pogtopia!Tommy vibes, with the way he wanted to protect L’Manberg and protect Wilbur - “the truth be told, the truth be told, I’m worried about the future holds, the future holds. I’m so tired of being worried about Ray.”

A lot of AURORA songs give me Tommy vibes but especially It Happened Quiet which reminds me of his third death. She uses a lot of nature related metaphors in her songs which I think fit his character - “Eyes blue and hollow as it rains against their will”

Good Grief by Bastille is such a c!tommy song about grief and how he processes people dying/leaving. I can’t emphasise this enough - “You might have to excuse me, I’ve lost control of all of my senses. You might have to excuse me, I’ve lost control of all of my words.”

Wilbur

Ramblings of a Lunatic by Bears In Trees, specifically for the election era but probably fits most of his L’Manberg arc - “Cause all my friends are dying, some faster than the others. I’m trying to distract myself from the fears that I’ve discovered.”

Youth by Daughter reminds me of the legacy that Wilbur left behind once he died on Nov 16th after blowing up L’Manberg. It’s such a sympathetic song, too - “Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked this home, it was a flood that wrecked this home, and you caused it”

Saint Bernard by Lincoln fits Revivedbur so so much, but specifically in Hitting On 16, his relationships with Quackity, Tommy, and how he felt about the way people treated Dream (read: how he felt they treated him) at this time - “I said ‘make me love myself so that I might love you’, don’t make me a liar, cause I swear to god, when I said it I thought it was true.”

So many Lucy Spraggan songs?? It’s so hard to pick just one but I’m gonna go with Roots for reflecting on the early days of the L’Manberg era - “I bought a big house in the country, I live there now, does nothing for me. Bought a fast car, white and sporty, when I look back I was pretty poorly.”

Niki

Tongues and Teeth by The Crane Wives as a puffychu song during Niki’s rocket duo arc? Pain. Pain and suffering - “Abandon all your stupid dreams about the girl I could’ve been, my dear. Cuz in the night I know you burn with feelings I cannot return, my dear. Oh, my dear.”

The Calling by The Amazing Devil is such a Doomsday Niki song about her looking back on her life and who she used to be - “I look into the water and see a face I don’t understand. We’re both unwanted daughters, but there’s more than water in these autumn hands.”

Moonsickness by Penelope Scott is literally Manberg Niki and how she was trying so hard to fight for her home but it was futile - “And in your blood you know what’s right, and in your bones you know what’s wrong, and in your throat you know that you’re lying to kids and you know nobody belongs in this hell”

ilomilo by Billie Eilish about post-nov-16th rain duo from Niki’s pov - “I tried not to upset you, let you rescue me the day I met you, I just wanted to protect you, but now I’ll never get to.”

I also think that The Call by Regina Spektor fits all of the L’Manbergians and what they value and their experiences during and after that arc - “And then that word grew louder and louder, till it was a battle cry. I’ll come back, when you call me. No need to say goodbye.”

I’ve been saying since 2021 that The Horror and The Wild by The Amazing Devil is literally Phil and Wilbur talking in the button room, with Phil being the part of Madeline Hyland and Wilbur being Joey Batey - “Think of all the horrors that I promised you I’d bring, I promise you, they’ll sing of every time you pass your fingers through my hair and call me child - witness me, old man, I am the wild.”

If you’d like me to assign songs to specific duos, arcs or characters I can 100% do that! Or if you want a more in depth analysis of any of these songs, I can do that to (this is open for anyone to ask me about, not just Mayrine!)

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Chainsaw Man manga spoilers (major spoilers)

Some of my thoughts of the series since it’s been on my mind a lot lately

I know that the anime had a couple differences from the manga, not that much I think. But my biggest gripe is that they changed Future Devil’s line from this

to

Now. I love Future Devil’s personality here way more than in the manga, but it changes a lot of the mystery and importance of this line. They made it sound a little trivial when this line is so important, because they bring it up again when Aki dies.

If they change it to “Hayakawa Aki... Your death fucking ruled” or something, I’m just gonna 💀

Anyways, another thing. While I was looking through chapters for this, I landed on the chapter where Makima goes on a date with Denji and watches a lot of movies, right?

It kind of hits different after the chapter where Pochita tells Denji to give lots of hugs, so that he can fulfil the Control Devil’s dream to have relationships where she can be equal to others. I don’t know, this artist’s short comic(?) of Makima just kind of makes me sad and it’s been on my mind for the past few days.

Lastly, chapter 116 💀

That has been the most content(?) I’ve gotten in the past 2-3 chapters. Denji telling Asa he reminds her of Power 😭 Then this fucking moron does this

Denji you fucking FOOL /lh

And also him saving money for Nayuta’s college fund 😭😭😭 

Does the agency not pay Denji??? At least for his food but like. How about... more? I mean, can’t he at least work for them still?? Maybe it’s for him to lay low as his reputation as CSM but like...? You got a high schooler on payroll to stalk Denji but can’t give an extra cent for Denji so he can get Nayuta to college?

Last note, I like how Fujimoto draw’s people when they’re really happy. It’s kind of realistic? It sounds silly, but it’s like how you took a picture by accident and its a photo of someone's face transitioning to another expression, ending up looking silly, if that makes sense?

I think it’s unique and stands out a lot in a good way. Especially when his art style is like, kind of stiff? Not in a bad way, but it really makes moments like these stand out a lot more as they’re a lot more expressive. I find it really endearing and it changes every time he draws it. I hope it doesn’t sound silly but I just really like Fujimoto’s art style a lot

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thoughts no one asked for but my mind has no mouth and must scream

This is purely self indulgent.

Alfred Pennyworth (Batman 2022) x Soft/Romantic Goth F!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 2.3K

Tags: established relationship, smut, PinV, fluff, mention of death/the macabre, body worship, petit/short reader, smidgen of brat behavior

Song referenced in moodboard is “For You” by HIM and song mentioned in blurb is “Until Eternity” by Blackbriar (Orchestral Version).

The two of you met through a chance encounter and it grew from there. At first, Alfred wasn’t sure what to think of your eclectic style, but your personality was so endearing that he was drawn to you. There was something humorous to him about your dark style with the contrast of your welcoming and almost bubbly personality.

You’re surprisingly shy and he can’t help, but say bold and sweet things that elicit a response from you like you trying to hide your smile behind your hands or turning away from him. Honestly, whatever comes out of his mouth, he’s just as surprised as you are!

“Are you always this brave when you flirt?” you ask.

“Only seems to be when I’m around you,” he replies.

Eventually he worked up the nerve to ask you on a date and then another one and another. He found himself falling more in love with you with each passing day.

Before Alfred says goodbye to you at your doorstep, he takes your hand in his. He had been nervous the whole night, but was ready to confess his love in a way that’s special to you. He was quick to learn your fondness for poetry and he’s no poet, but he wants to show you he is sincere.

“The night has a thousand eyes and the day but one,” he recites. “Yet the light of the bright world dies with the dying sun.”

The two of you are closer now, hardly any space between you as you look up into his eyes, hanging on his every word.

“The mind has a thousand eyes and the heart but one,” he continues. “Yet the light of a whole life dies-”

“When love is done,” you finish softly.

Alfred smiles. “My time with you has been some of the best moments of my life thus far,” he says. “I find myself thinking of you always and have come to realize that should our time come to an end, I would be quite miserable. Because I love you, dearly.”

Your lace gloved hand comes up to caress his cheek and he leans into your touch. “There are darknesses in life and there are lights,” you say to him. “And you are one of the lights, the light of all lights. I love you, too, Alfred.”

Your macabre interests are fascinating to him. There’s something magnetic about how you find beauty in the darkest of things. He’s not too put off by the decor in your home; the Wayne home has some rather dark decor as well so skulls and candles are not too out of the ordinary for him.

The two of you bond over books; exchanging titles is a love language between the both of you. He does blush a bit at some of the romance ones you hand him that have smuttier scenes and he’s smitten at how interested you are in his picks for you. Often the two of you just snuggle close to each other reading your own books or reading a book together.

Your music taste is your own, though. He appreciates it, really, but it’s not his thing. Artists like HIM, Apocalyptica, or Blackbriar he finds some enjoyment in and loves to dance with you to their songs. If you play more orchestral versions of songs you like, he’s very into these; brings out the melodies a lot more in his opinion.

A beautiful and haunting voice sings about a love through time. Alfred finds you swaying and singing to the music and holds out his arms to join you.

I loved you once I loved you twice I loved you in my previous lives I know your voice, I know your eyes You haunt me through my dreams at night

Your hand rests in his and his other hand is on the small of your back, holding you close, his eyes taking all of your beauty in. He gives you a spin and pulls you back to him. You didn’t know much about dancing before him and he enjoys teaching you. He loves seeing how happy it makes you that he indulges you in dancing to your music.

Oh, my love, we’ll meet again We always do in the end Our two souls destined to be You and I until eternity

Oh, the way you look at him, with such love and adoration. It melts him from the inside out. You are a romantic and you make him feel things he wasn’t sure he was capable of feeling anymore. The way you love is something out of a novel. It’s something only seen in dreams and heard of in songs like these.

We live on and on and on Death is weak and we are strong On and on and on Time is weak and we are strong

“I’m very lucky to have you, Alfred,” you say as he expertly twirls you, his arm coming over you, spinning you outward and then pulling you back to him.

“It’s quite the opposite, darling,” he says before slowly dipping you so that your head falls back and your neck is exposed to him. You let your arms slowly descend as your body drapes over his arm. His free hand comes up to caress your neck, his thumb brushing across your throat right under your chin. “I’m the lucky one,” he says moving his hand to cradle the back of your head and to guide you back up so he can kiss you.

I loved you once I loved you twice I loved you in my previous lives And when I die just keep in mind I’ll love you in another life

Despite different tastes in music for the majority, you do share a love of opera and classical music. Alfred enjoys taking you to the opera, theatre, or to the music hall for a concert. Other dates include places like the museum, both art and history. You have shown him many new things he either didn’t know or never noticed before. Your favorite date, that Alfred has also become quite fond of, is afternoon picnics in the park. The prim and proper butler was hesitant at first, but soon became more relaxed with the idea. Of course, you have a black picnic basket complete with all kinds of morsels inside. You retrieve two gothic goblets and he smiles; you are unabashedly you through and through and he loves it.

In his time knowing you before you started dating, your more revealing or accentuating wardrobe definitely had him blushing, but now that you’re his, oh, it still flusters him, but now he doesn’t feel so bad about looking. He adores your fashion sense; there’s an air of elegance to it while still reflecting your bright personality. You are shorter than he is and sometimes your shoes make you a little taller than him, but he doesn’t mind it at all. He just smiles, feeling proud of you for dressing in what makes you feel beautiful.

Alfred loves how you dote on him, always complimenting him on what a gentleman he is or how sweet and polite he is. It makes his chest swell with pride and inspires him. He loves how you help with little things like helping put on his tie; his eyes watch your black nails gently situate it properly on his neck and adjust his collar and you help him put on a coat or jacket and smooth it out.

His favorite gift from you is the cane you got him. The handle is a silver knob with a bat etched onto it. It’s so thoughtful to him and he uses it all the time now.

The first time the two of you are intimate, Alfred is taken back by what you’ve worn for the occasion; all the ribbons and lace decorating your body have him filled to the brim with desire. Despite how your choice of attire is dark in color, it is soft and demure in nature. He’s soft and gentle with you, but will take on a more dominant attitude if you ask for it. He loves you riding on top of him with your lingerie in full view. It’s too beautiful on you for him to ask you to take it off. He loves running his hands over your stocking clad thighs and watching how the fabric pulls and stretches across your body as you bounce on him.

He has you underneath him. He holds onto one of your thighs wrapped around him, using his grip to help him drive deeper into you. The soft mewls and whines you make are music to his ears. He’s thrusting slowly into you, his forehead pressed against yours and his eyes shut as he tries to focus on not just pounding you mercilessly.

“It’s so difficult to not lose control, love,” he says with a shaky breath. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

With his face held in between your hands, you utter a wish from your black painted lips for him to let go and to fuck you.

Who is he to deny you? He’d gladly do anything you ask of him.

He sits up and bends your knees as far as can towards you head and fucks you harder, deeper, and faster until you can’t form a coherent thought and you’re a mewling mess beneath him.

Alfred has a hard time actually keeping his hands off of you; he loves holding your hand, having your arm looped in his, his arm around your waist, or his hand resting on your thigh. He just wants you close to him at all times and loves showing you off as his. He’s not at all bothered by the stark contrast of you and him together.

Sometimes he does want to be handsy in other ways, especially when you tease by bending over further than necessary or brushing up against him. He’ll return the favor once the two of you are alone.

In the car, you lied about needing something from the backseat and proceeded to twist your body to reach a thing that he’s sure you made up as an excuse to put your ass on display for him. Your dress riding up and nearly exposing your backside. He quickly grabs the hem of your dress and holds it down to honor your modesty.

“Darling,” he says, “surely this can wait?”

“I’m sure I left it back here,” you call out.

As you shuffle through some things in the backseat, he’s very aware of how close his hand is to your clothed sex and occasionally you keep pushing back onto his hand making him brush up against it. And then inside of your place, you kept brushing against him, your chest against his front or your backside against the front of his pants. He knows what you’re doing, he can tell by the way you bite your black painted lip and the way you look at him from under those long lashes.

You’re so shy, particularly when it comes to letting him know what you want him to do to you and just as you love riling him up with your actions, he loves putting you on the spot, making you say out loud what you want.

He tips your chin up, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “Use your words, darling,” he says. “What is it you want?”

So when he gets you alone, he returns the favor. He gets you in your room and stops your roaming hands. He gently instructs you to sit on the bed and he kneels in front of you. He makes sure his movements are slow, his fingers barely brushing your skin as they trail down to the little buckles of your heels. He helps remove them and then lets his fingers ghost further up to where your garters hold up your stockings. He undoes these next and slowly peels them off your skin, trailing kisses along your thighs and legs. He glances up at you, watching how you squirm under his touch.

“Stand up, darling, and turn around,” he says softly.

He’s kissing your neck and shoulders as he undoes the laces of your corset. Your back arching and your head tossing back to rest on his shoulder begging for him to hurry up and touch you.

“Be patient, darling,” he says. “I want to savor you.”

Once you’re completely undressed and with him still fully clothed, he’s worshipping your body; planting slow and soft kisses everywhere while his hands caress your flesh. It’s a slow build before he’s finally inside you, but he makes it worth the wait.

Alfred is extremely protective of you while the two of you are out and about. He knows your style of dress isn’t widely accepted and sometimes the looks you get from people get to you. He’ll soothe you as best as he can to help you feel better.

“You look wonderful, darling.” “Would you like to borrow my coat?” “It’s perfectly alright if you wish to go back home, I don’t mind.”

If you go out by yourself, he’s just as protective, but does his best to not be overbearing. Sometimes you like to go out dancing to places, that he admits, just aren’t for someone like him; places like the Iceberg Lounge or Gotham City Olympus. He only asks that you send a text upon your arrival and departure from your destination. He also implores you to not hesitate to contact him if you need anything.

Sometimes he’s the one who gets self conscious. The thought that you might like someone more like you does creep into his mind at times. But then he remembers that not once have you tried to change him, you love him as he is.

“Sometimes I do wonder if perhaps someone with interests closer to yours might be more suitable for you,” he says.

“I’m interested in you, Alfred,” you say before kissing him.

You are definitely an unexpected surprise in his life, but he wouldn’t trade you for anything.

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Webby Reviews Horror: Cube (1997)

Another old fave, Cube is a movie about a group of people who wake up in a strange facility full of traps. No, not Saw 2, I said Cube. This one predates Saw, actually, which makes me wonder if it played any part in the inspiration for my other favorite trapped room related movie. If I somehow ever meet James Wan or Leigh Whannell then I’ll ask. Right after I pick my jaw off the floor.

Anywho, beasties and ghouls, let’s get to it- Review (and SPOILERS) under the cut!

I have no idea how old I was when I first saw this one, but I’m reasonably sure it was sometime in my last year as a teen or in my early twenties, so right around the time I was finally able to start dipping my toes into the world of horror. I have no doubt that if I’d seen this any younger it would have been on that list of movies that altered my brain chemistry.

This one’s a lot more psychological than Saw, in my opinion, as it’s less about seeing people mutilate themselves and more about seeing people break down to their most fundamental selves in the face of terror and paranoia. It’s the kind that sticks with me for a long time afterwards, making me wonder at who I’d become if I were stuck in The Cube.

The First Kill, played by the delightful Julian Richings, in this one is super effective at showing us what the cast will be dealing with, and as others before me have noticed, there are similar scenes in later movies (the first Resident Evil, for example) that seem to be inspired by it. If the strangeness of the opening room hadn’t already hooked me, this kill would have. Dude fell apart so fast. (ha ha because he got chopped into pieces by some kind of insanely sharp wires ha ha I’m funny)

The setting is simple: you’ve got a group of strangers in a square shaped room with six doors, one on each side, and each door leads to another room that only differs in color. And if you go in the wrong one, you die. How can you tell which one’s the wrong one? Well, probably because you’re about to die, because there’s no obvious tell.

Our cast starts out with five people- Quenten, a cop who skeeves me out in like the first few minutes of his introduction; Holloway, a doctor who is also a conspiracy nut; Leaven, a college? girl who understands numbers in a way I could never dream of; Worth, a self-described ‘just some guy’; and Rennes, a French escape artist who is taken from us far too soon. Later we get Kazan, a man with an unspecified mental illness that makes him difficult to communicate with and prone to unpredictable behavior, but has the superhuman abilities that media loves to give mentally disabled people, in the form of being even better at numbers than Leaven. (Astronomical!)

Rennes is my favorite but he has the least amount of screentime, since he gets to be The Example. He’s escaped multiple prisons, and knows what to look for. He gives the crew hope that they can beat this thing, and figure a way out, tells them to stop overthinking it and just keep moving, makes a joke about being ‘Harry fuckin’ Houdini’, then he fucking DIES. Acid to the face by a sensor he couldn’t detect. Oops! Morale obliterated.

Leaven is my next favorite, because I love when girl geniuses. She starts out delighting in the attention she gets from Quenten for figuring out a way to find out which rooms are trapped, based on numbers assigned to each room; she is, however, still a kid, so I can’t really fault her for trusting him to start with. I don’t understand math well enough to know if her reasoning is sound, but honestly, I don’t care if it is. She deserved to make it out.

Holloway is an older woman, age not provided, but she’s equal parts likeable and irritating to me personally. She’s a doctor at a free clinic and the first and only one to treat Kazan with any decency. She’s also a mega conspiracy theorist and enjoys blaming Big Government for running and ruining the world. She holds the group together for quite a while, maybe because she’s not afraid to call Quenten and Worth out on their bullshit. I respect that.

Kazan is, if you don’t consider the sequel movies, the saddest character. Why in the hell would you put someone like him in a death maze. What kind of evil do you have to possess to think ‘yeah I’ll put a mentally handicapped person in a confusing trap filled prison with strangers, at least one of which is violent when pressured’. What the fuck. This is a movie from the 90s so I’m not gonna say it’s like, good rep or anything; what is accurate is how he gets treated by everyone but Holloway. He’s an obstacle, he’s a liability, he’s not even considered a person. I’m so glad they didn’t kill him. (If you do consider the sequels, however, the way you view his character is completely different, since it’s implied that his brain has been surgically altered to make him this way. it’s a whole thing.)

Worth is also one of my favorites, but doesn’t start out that way. He’s unhelpful, snarky, and seems about ready to just give up at any given moment. When he confesses that he had a hand in making this Minecraftian nightmare, it’s understandable why. Trapped in the very thing you helped create, even if you didn’t realize what it is you were actually making. Makes a good punching bag, apparently. When push comes to shove, though, he steps up and that’s when he becomes the version of himself I like. And then of course he dies, because every character I like dies.

Which just leaves Quenten. He’s... a cop. He starts out obnoxious and overly aggressive, but that could be attributed to waking up in a weird dangerous place with unknown people; when Leaven’s number system fails and he gets hurt, his attitude changes real fast, and he’s outright hostile to everyone from that point on rather than just pushy and bossy. He treats everyone like shit unless he deems them useful, and at his core is violent and controlling. He kills Holloway for daring to accuse him of hitting his kids (guess she hit a nerve), then kills Leaven and Worth just as they reached the exit. There was no reason for this other than the fact that he clearly lost it. Also, attempted to seduce Leaven, an established minor. Absolute garbage person. (I’m not really qualified to dissect it, but it rubs me the wrong way that the one black character is an aggressive, violent psycho...)

Cube touches on one of my fears: the unpredictability of other people. There is no provable way to tell what someone really feels or what they’ll do. Everyone is different, and what indicates something like, say, rising anger in one person, could only be a sign of mild irritation in another. Being in a situation where your survival is reliant on strangers, especially when the environment is designed to stress you out and break you down, is absolutely terrifying to me.

Something I really like about Cube (again, only if you don’t consider the sequels) is that it doesn’t explain SHIT. Why was this place built? Why were these people chosen? What was the point of any of it? Cube says it’s not important. In a way this movie feels a bit like watching an ant farm, observing the way people change when they’re pushed to their mental limits. Why they’re there in the first place isn’t the point.

The end is both triumphant and depressing- While our last living protags are (for some reason???) staring out the door to their freedom, which is only available for a short time, Quenten catches back up to them and murders two of them, with only Kazan escaping. The cop at least gets what he deserves- the red smear on the inside of the Cube’s shell is a nice touch. As is his leg just sticking into frame as the camera shows Worth and Leaven, being shuttled back down into the maze.

There’s two moments that are similar to one another that I enjoy- when they realize they’re back in the room where Rennes died, and it breaks them. Worth is hysterically giggling, Leaven is in despair, and Quenten slips further into his breakdown. The second is when Leaven figures out that she’d been right the whole time- they should have stayed in the first room they gathered in, as it would have eventually been the room that led to the exit.

All that pain and death and anguish, only to wind up back at square one. I wonder if they wrote it that way for the pun, or if it’s just one of those coincidences? Speaking of puns, I give this one three squared outta ten ghosts (that is in fact nine. I had to make sure before i committed to the bit. I’m serious when I say I’m terrible at numbers.) It’s not a perfect movie, as one of my pet peeves is when characters decide to celebrate before actually confirming victory. Had Leaven, Worth, and Kazan simply left the cube the minute they knew it was the exit, they would have all survived.

Though it likely would have deprived me of that satisfying blood streak. Unacceptable.

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ATEEZ’s treasures in the lore

I can’t believe I forgot to include these in the storyline posts because they’re so important

Hongjoong: ‘I don’t want to be forgotten as if I never existed’; Hongjoong’s family is scattered and he was living alone before he met the rest of ATEEZ. He wants to become a bright star that can be seen from everywhere, even more than the people he saw dancing under bright lights on TV, so that his family will notice him and get back together. After meeting the others, he felt like he had a new family, and a new home in the old warehouse they got together in. In the future Hongjoong wanted both his old and new families with him as they followed their dreams making music they loved

Seonghwa: ‘She, who was dancing to the beat’; Seonghwa saw a girl dancing near a store on one winter day/night. As he watched her, everything froze around him. The only sound he heard was the music coming from her headphones. She danced as if nothing mattered in the world, and nothing had power over her moves. Something changed in him, but he stayed still and couldn’t say anything to her. She dropped a bracelet with the engraving ‘Be Free’ which Seonghwa picked up. Since that day, he went back to the same place to see her again, but she never returned. And music never sounded the same to him again

Yunho: ‘Hey brother, you look like you are in such a good mood today!’; Yunho’s brother died in a motorbike accident. He had been a musician who was gifted in a lot of instruments, but the guitar was his favourite. For unknown reasons, his brother abandoned his dreams and smashed his guitar. After his death, Yunho hid the broken guitar because it reminded him of his brother’s broken side. When he met Hongjoong, he felt like his brother had returned to him; Hongjoong had his brother’s humane personality, was an artist, and even looked a little like him. Yunho decided to avoid thinking about the painful memories and focused on making his brother’s dreams come true, backed by the friendship of ATEEZ

Yeosang: ‘For the first time ever, I felt alive’; Yeosang came from a rich family. His parents expected excellent grades and forced him to join various clubs and extracurricular activities, like violin lessons. Whenever he felt stuffy, he would dismantle and reassemble appliances and instruments. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t good with mechanics. This was the only time he had control over, time that his parents didn’t plan. It was this hobby that led him to ATEEZ. One day, while he was walking past the old warehouse, Yeosang heard music coming from it. He got closer, and ATEEZ saw and approached him. They asked if he knew how to work a drone. From then on, Yeosang went there everyday. He started to love dancing and music, and he loved his new friends. He was no longer alone, and his dream was to continue their friendship. But he felt guilty towards his parents, and started thinking about backing away

San: ‘Every time I got closer to someone, I had to move’; San’s family was always moving. Each time he started in a new school, he would begin getting close to other students, and suddenly his family would have to move again. This time, however, it was a little different. When he first met ATEEZ, right off the bat he knew they were like him. He could talk freely to them about his feelings and perfect his dance moves. Seonghwa to him was a bit weird; Seonghwa wanted to do things HIS way, not the traditional way. San still loved him though. But then, his dad dropped a familiar but devastating bombshell: his family were moving again. San desperately wanted to stay at his new home with ATEEZ, and was puzzled on what to do

Mingi: ‘When I felt like dying, I would listen to music’; Mingi and his family lived in poverty. People looked at him as if he was an alien, and made fun of him, especially other students at high school. He had a constant feeling of wanting to die. Music was his only haven, his one and only relief. Throughout elementary, middle and high school, only one person talked to him and sat with him constantly: Wooyoung. Even if Mingi didn’t talk much, Wooyoung would always jabber on about his favourite dancers, or songs, or stories about the music team he met outside of school. Wooyoung had a unique laugh that always made Mingi laugh too, and he was the first friend Mingi ever opened up to. Because he spent a lot of time with Wooyoung, he gradually spent time with ATEEZ too. They didn’t judge him for his background, and it was freeing for Mingi. But he started to get scared that his new-found happiness would be taken away from him

Wooyoung: ‘Will I fail again?’; Wooyoung loved dancing, and practiced with another team outside of school and ATEEZ. He was pretty confident while practising, and videos of this went viral on social media. Loads of people and even big entertainment companies contacted him, offering him auditions. But in front of an audience, he lost all his confidence. He chatted constantly to try and mask his shyness and stage fright, and honed it as a defense mechanism. He didn’t care that people started to make fun of him. He met Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Yunho at a street performance. Wooyoung saw that they had expressiveness beyond dance techniques, and when he danced with them, Wooyoung wasn’t self-conscious and delivered his best performances. He had a performance with his old team, and when stage fright began to take over, he thought of ATEEZ and danced well. He dreamed of always dancing by their side

Jongho: ‘Is it okay to live like this?’; Jongho was an excellent basketball player. He had his life mapped out: winning nationals, becoming player of the year, and being the youngest national player. He had no other plans. But during one match, he had an accident that resulted in a leg injury. Doctors told him that he’d be able to use his leg just fine for daily stuff, but basketball was out of the question. Jongho begged the doctors for good news but unfortunately his dreams of basketball had to take a backseat. After meeting ATEEZ, he began to see that there were other things he could accomplish in his life, and felt grateful to the members for being his friends and guiding him. However, when Mingi began to get scared that he would lose their friendship, he told ATEEZ that their dreams of being together and making music was a luxury and the time they spent meant nothing to him. Jongho got mad and punched Mingi, but started to have doubts too. His dreams of music began to morph into his previous basketball goals, but he didn’t know which path to take

[blueberry-beanie]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Thanks for tagging me, N!

1. Are you named after anyone? No, my parents just liked the name I guess.

2. When was the last time you cried? A few weeks ago, but it wasn’t out of sadness.

3. Do you have kids? nop

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Maybe too much

5. What sports do you play/have played? I used to do ballet as a kid (not the serious kind) and have been riding horses for many years (currently again on a break because no money and not a lot of time). I also like playing Badminton and I used to enjoy gymnastics at school.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? I’m often the one to compliment acquaintances about a new haircut or clothing/shoes. I’m not amazing with remembering faces, so I guess I pay more attention to other things. Also I am quite attentive on people’s voices.

7. What's your eye color? grey-blueish

8. Scary movies or happy endings? World is tough enough, at least give me happy endings

9. Any special talents? I asked N and she said: “art, quickness and organising” make of this whatever you like lol

10. Where were you born? in a town in the north of Germany

11. What are your hobbies? procrastinating. Doing this may involve: making gifs, drawing, reading, getting obsessed with musicians and lately apparently German cabaret artists and then curating tumblr blogs about them, collecting cds and music mags and annoying my friends with the most random things I can come up with.

12. Do you have pets? No, I used to have a cat at my parent’s place, but he died last year.

13. How tall are you? 1,68 m

14. Favorite subject in school? Latin. Yes, I absolutely loved Latin and spent so much time and energy studying it and trying to have zero mistakes in my translations. I also enjoyed other languages such as German and English but that depended heavily on the teacher. Funnily I also enjoyed politics and economics, mostly bc I had amazing teachers as well. Music theory and everything that involved maths were my arch enemies in school (and still are!).

15. Dream job? What do you mean I can’t just exist and make art and go to concerts and go on trail rides with cute horseys? Damn. Well, at the moment I really enjoy working at the student radio. Since I have no other good ideas and the involvement there is giving me good chances, probably I’ll end up at some radio station. I’m tagging: @lisanek @swallowedinthestars, @lovewildgreen, @steelfeathersnn, @lovewildgreen, @palebluedream, @there-is-purpose-after-all, @wateryblasts, @threepwillow, @pitchforkhead, @stroyent, @knockmeforsix, @canofstella-fishfilet & you if you’re reading this :)

[taleofharrison]

A Cinderlla Story but Steddie.

I was watching the movie on Saturday and this idea came to me.

So Jock!Eddie (changing this a bit for story telling purposes) has to get an scholarship for business cause his dad wants him to take over the family’s business but what he really wants to do is music and his uncle Wayne fully supports this (of course Wayne is here he can’t not be here)

Wayne actually bought him his first guitar and took him to his music lessons growing up and he wants Eddie to be happy and follow his dreams. Luckily for Eddie the school his father chose also have an amazing music program so it is easy for him to hide that he applied for a completly different thing.

Steve grew up with his mom who died when he was 8 years old. Now he is stuck with his step-father and step-siblings who treat him like dirt and took everything his mom owned, his only family are two of the employees his mom considered family, Joyce and Jim. Steve really wants to go to college for literature, his mom used to read a lot to him and the only thing left to him are his mom’s books.

One of the things that light up Steve days are the boy he met on the groupchats, Nomad_609 a guy who wants to study music but his father’s expectations won’t allow it. He is sensitive and Steve, even though has never met him, is in love with him.

Joyce and Jim are Steve’s second pair of parents and help him however they can with whatever he needs, Steve also has Robin in his life, his best friend, she is a very artistic person and has done teather and loves to paint she’s there for Steve during his crush with this unknown boy and Steve is there to hear all about her crush on Nancy.

Eddie, on the other hand, has found a person he can be himself without worries and has never seen him in peson. His name, or username at least, is Princetonboy818. 

Both boys are determined to find out each other’s identities, luckily for them they know they attend the same school

[peddling-rp-memes]

Tom Waits Starters (1/?)

I wanted to do one of these for a while now. Idk if I'll make more, but I absolutely could with this artist alone. Feel free to change names/places/pronouns/etc. As always, remember to specify for multimuses!

I never told the truth, so I can never tell a lie.

You can send me to Hell, but I'll never let go of your hand.

Honey, my heart wasn't born to be tamed.

Calvin's right- I should go back to driving trucks.

There's nothing for me in this world full of strangers.

I never saw the morning 'til I stayed up all night.

All they'll find is my beer and my shirt.

Half drunk all the time, and I'm all drunk the rest.

Did you hear the news about Edward?

Tell all the others you'll hold in your arms I said I'd come back for you.

Kiss me like a stranger once again.

This ain’t a purchase, it’s a rental.

My body’s at home, but my heart’s in the wind.

Hell is such a lonely place.

You know my number, so don’t you call me?

He’s not conventionally handsome.

Ain’t no good thing ever dies.

Darlin’, I beg your pardon.

There's things in this world that you're gonna have no use for.

Give me another reason to get outta bed.

I'll leave my jacket to keep you warm.

She took all my money, and my best friend.

The touch of your fingers lingers burning in my memory.

Well, I’m not dancin’ here tonight, but things are bound to turn around.

Hey, sight for sore eyes! It's a long time no see.

Look here, in my wallet- that’s her.

I'll be back some lucky day.

This life I’m leading’s driving me insane!

I can’t let Mr. Sorrow try and pull me down.

I’m kinda selfish about my privacy.

Life’s made of trouble, worry, pain, and struggle.

It’s a long time since I drank champagne.

She knows that I am broke, but I must play.

What she done, you can’t give it a name.

I’m gonna love you ‘til the wheels come off.

How’s it going to end?

I suppose there’s something comforting in knowing what to expect.

What’s a poor boy to do?

Now my confusion is oh so clear.

Where are those arms that held me?

I never spoke “I love you” ‘til I cursed you in vain.

Put on your overcoat, take me away.

Nobody knows me, I can’t fathom my stayin’.

I don’t need anybody ‘cause I learned to be alone.

And so poor Edward was doomed.

For she loves you for all that you are not.

You see, I just can’t live without her.

That sonuva bitch ain’t comin’ back here no more.

I drunk up all of my money.

Just came in to join a crowd, had some time to kill.

I don’t have a drinking problem- ‘cept when I can’t get a drink.

I ain’t as bad as they make me out to be.

You’re the landscape of my dreams.

Anywhere I lay my head I’m gonna call my home.

Now tell me, what have I got to lose?

I have no pride, I have no shame.

And you’ll die with the rose still on your lips.

Give a kiss to win a heart, take a kiss to break apart.

The only thing I want that shines, is to be king there in your eyes.

I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'!

And to give a man luck, he must fall in the sea.

Go on and take a swig of that poison and like it.

Our time for to love was a song.

My goodbye is written by the moon in the sky.

I ruin everything that I do.

The stairs sound so lonely without you.

What made my dreams so hollow?

But I only make it as far as the next whiskey bar.

Take me home, you silly boy, 'cus I'm still in love with you.

Seems like folks turn into things that they’d never want.

Never could stand that dog.

I won’t believe our love’s a sin.

It’s a lot smaller down here on the ground.

Hell can’t burn me more than this!

I’m not all I thought I’d be.

This is where you go when you die.

All dressed up in spring's new clothes.

Always for you, and forever yours.

And I come ten thousand miles away- not one thing to show.

I’m gonna do what I want, and I wanna get paid.

All the world's not round without you.

He’s just a little bitty thing, he’s just a little guy!

I’m glad that you’re gone- but I wish to the Lord that you’d come home.

I got me a bottle and a dream.

I’d come home, but I’m afraid that you won’t take me back.

I’ll be savin’ all my love for you.

Had to sell my ass on Fremont street.

I remember when I left, without botherin' to pack.

I'm so sorry I broke your heart, but please don't leave my side.

Your tears cannot bind me anymore.

Tell me; how long have you been combing your hair with a wrench?

You know I gave it all up for the stage.

And I'm out here on my own.

I'm down on my knees tonight.

Goddamn, there's always such a big temptation to be good.

I'm gonna drink just like a sonuva bitch.

The world don't care, and yet it clings to me.

The road calls me, dear.

The only way down from the gallows is to swing.

And if I have to go, will you remember me?

[13-secret-poems]

Sage, abelia, and daffodil

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

I have a couple I almost always wear the pearl earrings I got for my birthday

I have necklace that has pressed baby's breath that was my grandmother

A cross necklace one of my freinds gave me as a birthday gift from the hospital right before her grandmother died

I have 3 necklaces from my grandparents that I would be devastated to lose as they were gifts after different accomplishments

And a pair of earing from my other grandmother that were a gift to her for graduating highschool that she gave me when I graduated and she had then changed from clip ons to actual posts for me

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

I am a dancer through and through. I saw something that included a dream dance sequence and I was enthralled. Something about the music and movement means so much to me

daffodil ⇢ do you have siblings? if yes, in what ways do you think you’re similar to or different from them?

Yes! I have a little brother. Bug is intreasting because actually the way we talk is sometimes very similar but also really really diffrent to the point it how people used to tell us apart on the phones before his voice dropped. Bug is still a young teenager so on the political spectrum we are pretty far apart. He's an extrovert and I'm an introvert. He and I despite a six year age difference started dating within a year of each other (I got my first boyfreind and then by the time it was a year after I had dumped him Bug had his first date) were both pretty creative and like making stuff. He's very artistic so in that way we are alot alike. I tend to be more traditionally book smart and about equal with him on alot of the building things side but he has overtaken me in a lot of the nature knowledge. I love him so much. I think another thing is both Bug and I are generally speaking loyal and on some level we are also both a little petty. Makes a bad combo when we have to share spaces for a long period of time

Thank you so much for the ask I hope you feel like you can come off anon or talk to me at some point but this was alot of fun!!

[le-souriant]

#MusicMonday Review - February 2023

#MusicMonday is the hashtag I've been using for quite a while to share music recommendations from up-and-coming artists. Always fresh, and always different, trying to look for trends before they become one. You can check January's review for more music.

Thank you for flying Indie Airlines. Sit back, relax, and let us take you around the world for a glimpse of what the genre's current state is, with a word from the artists themselves. 🎧

The Optimists – Days Gone By

These are the nights to remember At the end of September Running down to the end of the street Falling over myself tripping over my feet And I walk alone To get back home And the days gone by We'll be forgotten by the end of the night

Our monthly trip begins in the Isle of Wight, England with an Indie Rock song perfect to listen at the break of daylight, after partying all night, as band member Matt explains:

"The track lyrically came to be when we were all experiencing nights out where everything would kick off, fights, drama, and this was happening in late September of 2021. Very quickly Bolton started playing this groove which was the intro, and Jacob very quickly came up with the drums and Aaron with his guitar riffs.

It all came together quite quickly, the only part that took some time was the vocal melodies as we went through quite a few ideas for them."

Shalom – DTAP

you got me dreaming and i can’t control the pace ‘cause i want you with me different time, any place

and i’m not trying to be affected in this way but i want you with me different time, any place

Don't you love the magic that happens when you dream of someone, and you don’t really care the where or when as long as the who is right? Brooklyn-based, South Africa-raised Shalom likes to talk tough, and play it cool too:

"Actually at the first show I ever played my now guitarist played her song ‘wild beast’ and it has the ‘you got me dreaming” lyric. It’s a song about wanting someone and so is dtap — all credits to my girl lizzie [Honey Girl]".

Colour TV – Wherever You Need

Sour grapes last As long as they last

A tourist in your hometown, style ripped from spirit The book of your life would have graffiti in it Wherever you need...

Back in the UK, let's go now to Cornwall for more Indie infatuation, roughly rollerskating in the dust as dusk descends on a love in which to trust:

"It’s more a fiction than firsthand, I was inspired by a play called The History Boys… the idea is that it’s about a boarding school where the student is having a relationship with the teacher (which hasn’t happened to me 😁).

But I didn’t want to make that the only interpretation you could make, that’s just one story you could take from it."

The Rockefeller Frequency – Karma Town

I just come to work for coffee and girls. Please don't question me. I spend all day, my head in the clouds. You don't have to scream it Steve. I need you to be nicer to me. Please don't steal my lunch. I'm not equipped for tragedy, at the best of times.

Coming up next, from Brisbane, Australia, an Indie track about this person that comes around, and goes around causing drama. Just remember, if you struggle with anything, just blame Steve:

"So basically it's about Steve Jobs. 😁 Not much more to say really but by many accounts he wasn't a particularly nice person so I guess this tune has taken that element on board for its main theme."

Gatto Black – Keeper

And I would’ve been your keeper But I guess that’s over now And I would’ve built your confidence But I’m 6 feet underground And I’ll have died for nothing If you don’t learn to love yourself

From Buffalo, NY, we end this month's songs with a Post-Hardcore track that teaches us to be keepers of the love we find, patient and kind:

"When I was very young I lost my mom quite suddenly. Even though I never really knew her, losing her has had an indelible impact on my life and the lives of my closest family members. In a lot of ways this song is me saying to myself the things I wish I could have heard her say to me.

If you’ve ever lost a parent, Keeper is for you. It’s my way of saying that they’re proud of you, and they know that you’re doing the best you can."

Listen to them and much more on the Playlist

@osornios

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐔

love/healing potions= fluff, antidotes= comfort, poisons= angst, aphrodisiacs= smut; ༊*·˚= personal favourite

Love Potions:

Cuddling Headcanons || 4.3k || Multi-Character || ༊*·˚

⇢ ˗ˏˋ scaramouche, childe, xiao, chongyun ⋆ˎˊ˗

summary: what would the characters do if they accidentally confessed to you?

Moonlit Dreams || 1.7k || One-Shot || ༊*·˚

⇢ ˗ˏˋ al-haitham ࿐ྂ

event prompt: slow dancing

Sleepy Tighnari Drabble || ~160 || Blurb

⇢ ˗ˏˋ tighnari ࿐ྂ

Snapshot || ~930 || Drabble

⇢ ˗ˏˋ al-haitham ࿐ྂ

event prompt: taking photos

Anemo as the 5 Love Languages || 2.3k || Multi-Character || ༊*·˚

⇢ ˗ˏˋ scaramouche, xiao, venti, heizou, kazuha ⋆ˎˊ˗

summary: everyone gives affection a different way, so how about our favourite anemo users? warnings: minor spoiler for 3.3 archon quest [scara]

I got your back || 815 || Drabble

⇢ ˗ˏˋ kaveh ࿐ྂ

inspired by this amazing artwork

Whatever || 2.8k || One-Shot || Modern AU || ༊*·˚

⇢ ˗ˏˋ piercer and tattoo artist! scaramouche ࿐ྂ

summary: working in a coffee shop means you always meet a wide variety of personalities; but why, out of all options, did you have to go and take an interest in the mysterious guy with an attitude problem? warnings: uhh needles (obviously), cursing like once, reader has questionable nicknaming skills (they're worse than paimon's)

Royal Concubine AU || 2.4k || Drabbles/Rambles

⇢ ˗ˏˋ kaveh/al-haitham, shouto, kenma, inui/koko⋆ˎˊ˗

summary: i'm back on my "'i have more knowledge on x topic than all your advisers together, i just couldn’t progress through the ranks for one reason or another, so you should definitely make me your concubine, so i can gossip about your minister of finance’s stupid proposal while wearing expensive shit and fine dining and then we slowly fall in love' royal au" bs again, so have some rambles because there are a lot of possible constellations here

Antidotes:

Being sick || 350 || Drabble

⇢ ˗ˏˋ al-haitham ࿐ྂ

summary: a grumpy nurse takes care of you when you're sick

Poisons:

A moment with you || 4.6k || Multi-Character || ༊*·˚

⇢ ˗ˏˋ scaramouche, xiao, zhongli, venti ⋆ˎˊ˗

summary: when the immortals are suddenly reminded of your mortality warnings: overall: mentions of death; xiao's part: mentions of death, life or death situation; zhongli: mentions of past loved ones; venti: nightmares, past traumatic experiences; scaramouche: death (not reader nor character); if i forgot anything please do tell me!!

But I Still Love You || 4k || One-Shot

⇢ ˗ˏˋ scaramouche ࿐ྂ

summary: your relationship was all you could have wished for but what if it turned out it was just a little more? prompts: 8. "you're a monster", 19. "i can't do this anymore", 23. "what's wrong with me?" warnings: murder, somewhat graphic depiction of violence, emotional abuse+ manipulation, toxic relationship, gaslighting, mentions of suicide, yandere (?) themes, you know i normally love scara but he's a totally messed up asshole in this, i do not condone this type of behaviour; do not engage with this fic if any of these could potentially jeopardise your health!!

A million miles away || 3.5k || Multi-Character || ༊*·˚

⇢ ˗ˏˋ scaramouche, kaveh, venti, zhongli ⋆ˎˊ˗

summary: what do they do and how do they cope after you suddenly go where they can’t follow? warnings: angst, reader dies/ has died, arson [scara], alcohol consumption [venti, kaveh]

Aphrodisiacs: [Nsfw, minors dni]

Artistic Inspiration || 4.1k || One-Shot || Modern AU || ༊*·˚

⇢ ˗ˏˋ piercer! scaramouche ࿐ྂ

summary: every artist knows, inspiration can be found anywhere; so why not in the sheets as well? warnings: nsfw/ minors dni, somewhat mean! scara, name calling (slut), slight degradation mixed with praise, pet names (doll, pretty), mirror sex, oral (f! receiveing), unsafe sex (rings probably shouldn’t go there, take ‘em off before you get nasty), unprotected sex (just remember you could get pregnant and if the thoughts of children doesn’t scare you… then the thought of an std should), porn without plot (what’s plot), talk about piercings and tattoos, pierced/ tattooed! scara

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬:

Jealousy || ~300 || Blurb || Modern AU

⇢ ˗ˏˋ piercer! scaramouche ࿐ྂ

nonnie asked: What’s jealous Scara like warnings: gn!reader mentions of alcohol consumption, rough sex, soft/ mean! scara

Teasing him gone… right/wrong? || ~470 || Blurb || Modern AU

⇢ ˗ˏˋ piercer! scaramouche ࿐ྂ

nonnie asked: I wanna tease Scara in front of his friends so bad warnings: gn! reader mention of alcohol consumption, toys, orgasm denial, (semi-) public sex, allusion to fingering/ hand job

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The Venice Paintings

After visiting Venice this Spring, I returned to my studio in France and painted these five paintings.

I had never been to Venice, but always wanted to go one day. The day came this year, thanks to the European Cultural Council for contacting me about a possible exhibition opportunity in 2024. I decided to go and check out the ECC and the Biennale that opened in April and continues through November of this year.

Even though this blog is about my artwork I created after visiting Venice, I want to acknowledge the Venice Biennale and Personal Structures because it was a significant part of my visit. I viewed artwork for over 5 days and loved every moment of it! There are too many artists to note, but I want to mention Paula Rego. She died a few days after I saw her work at the Biennale. I was so happy to see this strong female artist’s work and her contribution to woman artists over the decades.

You can see more about the Biennale Arte 2022: The Milk of Dreams here and Personal Structures here.

Arriving in Venice

I was a bit intimidated since I had never been to Venice. The instructions to get to my hotel were to take Water-line 1 to a certain stop, then walk over many bridges to my final destination. Wandering through the streets, I found my way to my hotel and was already in love with the city. Thankfully, I stayed in the north part of the city. It was relatively quiet and gave me a sense of “home” for 5 nights.

I loved taking the boats on the waterways. In fact, more than once I decided to pass my stop and take the boat as far as I could, then take another one back. The light was beautiful when the sun was setting. The orange and yellow buildings faded into the water.

Many Reflections

Reflections on the water were inspiring as the world seemed to be upside down. The water met the sky; the sky the water. Rusty pinks were at the horizon, both in the air and on the water.

The sky is abstract: something you can’t walk on, nor is it containable. The water is containable if you gathered it, but has abstract similarities. You can’t walk on it. There are many unknowns below the surface. It is vast with no boundaries. Above the surface we mostly see reflections rather than the structures or organisms below the surface. The buildings are the only constructions that we comprehend because they are manmade. However, they appeared to be floating on the surface of the water.

constant movement

You can’t walk through the city without the feeling of constant movement shifting up and down. A city built on water makes one think the foundation can’t be structurally sound. It’s magical that the city is still standing many centuries after it was built.

In the above painting, I decided to suspend colors floating in white space to express the sense of the movement when one is walking through the city.

Peggy Guigenheim

an inspiration

The first day I arrived in Venice, I took a walking tour. Statues and buildings were pointed out as well as the history of how the city was built. That same day, I took a water taxi and passed Peggy Guggenheim’s home, which is now a museum. This devoted art collector and influencer led the way for the marriage of European and American artists and played a huge role for the birth of abstract expressionism as we know it today.

I feel like there should be a statue of Peggy Guggenheim due to all of her contributions. With the color of her home similar to the colors of many statues, I viewed the whole museum as her statue.

In the above painting I thought a lot about how we learn from the past and the people who inspire us. The statue part on one side of this painting gave a wealth of life with colors and movement to the other side of the painting. The counterparts become dependent on one another.

My France Studio

I enjoyed working in my studio this summer. We did have record high heat, but I was happy to be inside where I could work. I also took three trips while I was in France including Venice and the Piedmont region, Nice and Cinque Terre, and lastly the Minervois region.

What’s next

I am currently working on a 10 foot commission in my Portland studio. Plus I am working on a solo exhibition that will be at Calloway Fine Art & Consulting in Washington DC this coming spring. More paintings from my travels this summer will be a part of the solo exhibition. You can follow me on instagram or facebook to see regular updates. And if you are not already on my mailing list, please sign up here.

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Very warmly, Karen Silve

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